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holylulusworld · 8 months

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Big girls don't cry (1)

Summary: You are no stranger to heartbreak.

Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, strong reader, mentions of former heartbreak, fluff, arguments, Steve being an idiot, heartbreak, implied smut

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Prologue

You were giddy for Steve’s arrival. He was away for yet another business trip for over two weeks and you missed him dearly.

Even if the little overprotective voice in the back of your head repeatedly told you to not get in too deep with Steve, you were already in love.

He’s the kind of man who makes it easy to fall for him. Steve is sweet, smart, funny, caring, loving and it doesn’t hurt that he looks like he stepped right out of a fashion magazine.

That’s the reason you were all dolled up and carried a basket with his favorite food and a bottle of wine toward his penthouse.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. When you are in love, you are always scared that the dream abruptly ends. Like so many times before…

Men love to spend time with you and to fuck you into the mattress. But most of the time, they seem to be ashamed to be seen with you. The chubby girl.

Size shouldn’t matter. You know that. But it still does. Especially to men.

“He loves you. You love him. Steve is a good man,” you recited your mantra to not spiral into distrusting the man you love again. One too many times you ruined a blooming relationship because of bad experiences with men in the past. “Steve will be happy seeing you.”

After calming your nerves, you pushed the key Steve gave you into the lock, and put a big smile on your face. It wasn’t too hard to look happy. Because, right at that moment, you were happy.

“Steve?” You called for your boyfriend while walking into his home. “Baby, are you already home? Babe?”

“Right here, doll.” He poked his head out of the bedroom. His hair was still damp from the shower he just had and he grinned. “Damn, I wanted to surprise you, Y/N.”

“I thought it was my turn to surprise you,” you flashed him a smile. “Take your time, I’ll prepare dinner for us. I got everything we will need.”

“I wanted to eat something sweeter,” Steve teased, eyes dropping to your crotch. “Maybe after dinner, I’ll get a nice dessert.”

“If you are a good boy,” you cooed and winked at him. “Now, get ready and I’ll take care of the food.”

Steve was all over you after dinner. You barely had the time to carry the dishes into the kitchen before he had you on the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around his body, and his cock buried to the hilt.

You made the sweetest noises only for him, holding tight onto his body as he took you apart. Piece by piece he broke your body. Just like he broke all the walls you built around your heart.

Later you lay next to him, wide awake as you couldn’t fathom that this wonderful man is in love with you.

On the outside, you are a strong woman. Independent and downright cocky. But on the inside, you are still the vulnerable girl who got her heart broken one too many times.

“You should get some sleep too,” Steve mumbled. He nuzzled his head in your chest, groaning as he nipped at your plush flesh. “Damn, you feel so good every time.”

“Sir, you wore me out,” you laughed when he lifted his head to look at you with glassy eyes.

“I love you,” he suddenly said, making your heart flutter. You wanted to say something and return the sweet words, but the doorbell broke the spell. “Fuck, who’s on my door at that time of the day?”

“It’s barely eleven pm, baby.” You rolled to your side to watch Steve get out of bed. He was still stark naked, and you bit your lip while admiring his naked backside. “I like the view, Sir.”

“I know you do, dirty girl,” he looked over his shoulder, flashing you a smile. “Give me a minute.” Steve cussed when the doorbell rang again. “Yeah, I’m coming. Just give me a moment here!”

He grabbed his pants and stumbled out of the room to open the door and yell at whoever ruined his night.

While Steve answered the door, you slipped out of bed and grabbed his dress shirt. You wanted to know who dared to come to his apartment at that time of the day.

Slipping out of the bedroom, you smirked as you recognized Sam and Bucky’s voice. They seemed to argue about a club and some girls. Steve grunted and told them that you came to his penthouse to spend the night with him.

“I’m telling you, you’re whipped, Stevie,” Bucky argued loudly. You rolled your eyes because men always tell their friends in a relationship they are whipped. “You shouldn’t settle down. Let’s have some more fun. We met those cute girls.”

“Buck, it’s late and I just got back from my business trip. I don’t want to discuss this right now. I got a new deal ahead and a lot of stuff going on. I got no time to go to a club.”

You smiled at that. Steve rather spend time with you than go to a club. “You are so whipped,” Sam huffed. “Can you not leave your lady alone for one night?”

“Guys…just drop it,” you frowned when Steve’s voice got angrier. “I need to go back.”

“Why are you all over that woman? You barely know her. All the other girls were just fun to you!” Bucky didn’t give up.

Steve had enough. He didn’t want to argue about your relationship and explain his feelings to his friend. So, he made the stupidest mistake of his life.

“All the other girls don’t have a grandmother who knows Harlan Thrombey. You know that my company has wanted to buy Blood like wine for a while. Now I got the chance because granny will gladly offer her help to save her friend's company.”

“Wait. You’re dating the girl to get close to her granny?” Sam wrinkled his nose. “That’s not cool man. You can’t just—fuck…”

“Fuck?” Steve cocked his head. “I…we are…” He turned around like in slow motion to meet your angry eyes. You looked crestfallen, but at the same time, like an angry Valkyrie, ready to attack. “Baby…doll…it’s not like that. I…”

“You,” you jerked your head toward Sam and Bucky, “fuck off. I got something important to discuss with your friend.” You stalked toward his friends to shove them out of the apartment, slamming the door in their faces.

It took you a moment to remind yourself that you are not broken. No. You won’t ever allow a man to break you.

Steve gulped hard when you finally turned around to face him. “Baby, I can explain.”

You pushed him against the wall opposite the door and sneered. Steve was too shocked at the events and your strength to even fight you.

“You’re so strong,” he babbled, unsure how to explain that he didn’t mean the things he said. He was annoyed by his friends and the pressure his bosses put on him. “Doll…”

“Do you want to know why I got strong?” You huffed as yet another man only used you. “Because of men like you. You know the kind of guy only being with you to take advantage of you.”

“I didn’t…I wouldn’t…” Steve stammered. “Please, let me explain.”

You only frowned at his pitiful try to explain his behavior. “My heart is a fortress.” You leaned closer to look Steve straight in the eyes. “Don’t believe for one moment I opened up for you.”

“Baby doll, I love you. Please let me…please.” Steve watched you push off him, and step away. Moments ago, you two were a happy couple, and now your relationship was in shambles.

“It was fun while it lasted.” You shrugged. “We had fun. Now the fun is over. Let’s not cry over spilled milk.”

Steve could only watch you walk back toward the bedroom to grab your clothes and leave his life. He felt his heart beat out of his chest as you hurriedly threw your clothes on.

“Doll…please…”

You walked past him, not sparing him a glance. He simply wasn’t worth your attention any longer. Another heartbreaker, nothing else.

He called your name, hoping to stop you from leaving.

“Oh. And Steve.” You looked over your shoulder.

“Yeah?” He hopefully asked.

“Stay the fuck away from my grandmother and our business or I’ll make sure you regret your mother ever pressed you out of her vagina. I will make your life a living hell. And just you know, first thing in the morning I’ll call Uncle Harlan to tell him about your plans…”

You didn’t cry on your way out of the building, or on the taxi ride back home.

You didn’t cry when you called your grandmother to tell her about Steve’s plans and asked her to warn Harlan.

You only allowed yourself to break down and cry after you made sure Steve Rogers couldn’t cause damage to Harlan’s business.

If only you listened to the tiny voice in your head.

Well, next time you’ll be smarter.

Next time you won’t let anyone in.

>> Part 2

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 8 months

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🎧Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🎧

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🎧Bless my current muse...🎧

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see below who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

Masterlist is under the Cut...

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach.

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

~Please DON'T ask me to tag you in a series that you've never 'liked' or 'reblogged'. It's just kind of rude. Also, don't ask for an ETA on the next chapter.~

*Blog Header, Cover Art for fics, Masterlist Header/MDNI 18+ Banner, Support/Reblog banner and Masterlist Dividers made by me in Canva*

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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If You Want to Be My Lova

Yelena Belova x PlusSize!FemReader

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

A/N: Though I identify R as plus size, I didn’t give her much description to leave it open to a broader range of readers who struggle with loving their bodies. (Pssst, you’re beautiful—I just know it’s true 🥺) | 3,912 Words

Warnings: Steve’s a fat shaming asshole, Body Image Insecurity. Alluded to/never specified eating disorder.

A/N 2.0: I personally detest Steve, but to be clear I don’t genuinely think he’d be like this, I just needed an antagonist.

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Steve watched from across the counter as you wandered into the kitchen, your water in one hand and your phone in the other as you perused the kitchen in search of breakfast. He'd seen the exact moment your eyes lit up when you saw the pink boxes on the counter.

An unnecessary wave of glee ran through him as he prepared to open his mouth and speak, "Are you sure you want to eat that Y/N? If you're serious about losing weight why not look into eating some rolled oats with berries?"

He was being vindictive, you'd grown used to it after you worked your magic and got Natasha to finally ask out Wanda, he's been visibly bitter over the situation ever since. The talking point of your weight was easy enough for him to cling to, he was in peak fitness, and it would only come off as a concerned friend trying to help you reach a "better" state of wellness.

What he failed to consider was Wanda was on her way into the kitchen as well, and she was able to see the exact moment your spirit broke. The light in your eyes faded fast, and the donut in your hand was gently set back into the box, she saw the way your lip wobbled, and your eyes filled with not only tears, but dread too.

——

It enraged her honestly, you were the sweetest person around these parts, and deserved to be treated with nothing less than love and respect.

Steve saw it too, the way you bit your lip and closed your eye's tight to try and reel your feelings in. Crying over it changes nothing...

He went to lift his mug of coffee to his lips as if he was accomplishing something amazing, his smile smug as ever when you turned away, but it fell fast when the steaming contents of his mug were sloshing over the edge of the glass in a way that could only be explained with magic.

He hissed as the drink scalded him through his thick cotton shirt, his chest on fire now, and in a dramatic manner he removed the stained shirt to reveal his toned abs, and ripped arms.

"Wanda, what the fuck was that for?" He called her out immediately, and so she entered the kitchen with a victorious smile, and red tinged fingertips. "Whatever do you mean Rogers?"

"I know what you did."

"Yeah, and I too know what you did," she glares menacingly in his direction while also setting a reassuring hand onto your shoulder, "I'd say the punishment fits the crime."

Steve glared right back, and you finally turned to see what must've occurred to cause this rift, you felt guilt gnawing at your gut, it wasn't a fair feeling, but yet you could feel it festering.

Wanda's fingers continued to spark in shades of a dangerous crimson as the burned man wasn't appearing to be backing down, and you didn't want to involve her any further. It felt sorta unfair for her to fight your battles for you. On account of her being your girlfriends future sister in law, and also because this entire moment was beyond mortifying for you.

To have your insecurities viciously thrown in your face in a public space like this, well it was rather juvenile, and so it made you feel like you were that same kid crying under the bleachers all those years ago when kids were being cruel.

The people pleaser in you won out alongside the embarrassed little one who still resided in your heart, so you took in a shaky breath before trying to calm the witch, "It's okay Wands."

You'd gently settled a hand over hers that still held tightly to your shoulder for comfort, the witch looked back at you, the sad smile you offered didn't calm her though, it only fueled her on. "It's not, especially not when he himself is only a byproduct of a steroidal experiment."

Steve's stance faltered ever so slightly, his ego now efficiently bruised. His mouth spluttered embarrassingly for a moment before he left the kitchen altogether in a grumbling huff.

"Tata Captain Hot Head," she flipped the man off, then turned back to you as you giggled.

"Hey dorogoy," you looked at her inquisitively, and she offered you one of the warmest smiles you'd ever seen, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, whatever you need Wands," she beamed, "I'm glad to hear you say that, can you get two plates for us? I'll take a maple bar, and you can pick that sprinkled one back up while I make us a fruit salad and some hot cocoa."

Wanda watched closely, there was a hesitation in your demeanor, as if you were now scared. You however nodded meekly, then began to shuffle around the space to do as she asked.

"Ooh, did I see donut holes too?"

"Yup," you confirmed, and then you watched from your place at the counter as six tiny balls of dough and sugar danced through the air until they landed evenly between your plates.

The two of you spoke about your weekly movie night tonight while picking at the food before you, you smiled when the witch said you got to pick, you settled on Hocus Pocus, and Wanda smiled when she saw your plate was empty.

Then Wanda watched your face fall as she described in detail how she'd prepared a couple of snack trays for the both of your girlfriends with the ravenous appetites. This was a normal conversation, but now that Steve threw you into this self deprecating headspace she could see you debating if you wanted to go anymore.

The pressure to eat another meal today was already crippling your soul, it felt wrong to even consider nourishing yourself after the way Steve haphazardly regarded your body. Seeing how fit he was didn't help either, it only made you feel like you truly didn't deserve to eat.

"Well, I have some errands to run Wands, but I'll see you tonight," you collected both of your plates, and left her behind with a side hug as you departed, but your thoughts were so loud all the witch was left to do was frown as she made her way to the gym to try and fix this.

—

Natasha slammed Yelena into the mat for what was like the tenth time in an hour, "Cyka."

"Just admit that I'm better, and we'll be done."

"Never, I am just distracted," Yelena groaned, "Something in my gut is deeply unpleasant."

"Yeah, you simply can't stomach losing," Nat laughed as she once again dodged her sisters fist with grace, but then she was groaning when Yelena's fist hit her in the gut, she was too distracted by the sight of her fast approaching angered lover to have stopped the attack.

"Ha! I win!" Yelena screeched, only to be met with a shove that knocked her on her ass, and to wind up on the receiving end of Natasha's incredulous expression, "One hit isn't a win!"

"Listen here cyka," Yelena angrily muttered while stepping up to her sister, "Listening," Natasha smirked and Yelena reared back.

"Enough! Both of you!" Wanda caught Yelena's fist with red wisps, "Save your anger for Steve."

The sisters looked to her within an instant, both wearing different degrees of confusion.

"What did he do now?" Natasha groaned, she was growing really tired of his petty antics.

"He made Y/N self conscious, she's not okay."

Yelena's entire body tensed, Wanda could feel her fighting against her magic, and as if the God's heard her prayer Steve entered the gym.

"Let me go," she lowly growled, and Wanda did so without a single concern for the man, she was actually thrilled for what was to come.

Steve was unknowingly preparing for a beating coming down here, he'd come here to fight away the thoughts of inadequacy Wanda placed in his mind with the punching bag, but instead he was on his knees clutching his manly hood.

"What the actual fuck?" he seethed, but when he met the fiery gaze of one Yelena Belova he knew not to even test the waters any further.

"YA vypotroshu tebya, kak rybu," she rasped through gritted teeth, her hand fisted in the mans hair, as she punched him square in the nose, then as she went to further beat him she felt Natasha's hands on her shoulder's pulling her back, "Idi k yeye sestre, ty yey nuzhen, my s nim spravimsya." Yelena looked to her with a scowl, but after a moment of reassuring eye contact she conceded, "Zastav' yego zaplatit'."

(I will gut you like a fish / Go to her sister, she needs you, we'll handle him. / Make him pay)

"You know Rogers, Y/N only ever gave me the confidence to ask Wanda out, it was always going to be her, and never going to be you," she pulled Wanda in by her waist for a bruising kiss to ensure he understood her honest words.

He pouted like a petulant child, Yelena's firm hold was replaced with Wanda's impenetrable magic, so he was forced to watch them kissing.

Natasha lowered her body until she was level with the pitiful man, she patted his cheek twice patronizingly then she spoke only to ruin him, "Because sure Rogers, you might have the fawned over physique, but that's really only superficial, at the end of the day you're nothing worth experiencing," she beamed as his eyes filled shallowly with tears, "Y/N is a light in this dark world Steve, and for you to treat her like she's less than because you feel you lost me because of her is so strange. It's also not true."

"Everyone knows you have the personality of a brick wall, and it's just not that appealing. At least Sam and Bucky are interesting enough," Wanda taunted the scowling man, "There's a reason you could only ever score a date with the niece of your almost lover," she gripped him by his chin, and stared coldly into his eyes, "You're a pathetic excuse for a man Steve."

"That's all there is to it," Nat concluded, then with a precise swing of her fist he was out cold.

Wanda knelt beside him, and Natasha watched as red wisps jolted through his temple, "Sweet nightmares, I hope you wake up devastated."

"God, I love you so much," Natasha groans as she pulls her lover in for a deep kiss, "Y/N's family Nat, and nobody fucks with my family."

"That she is, I just hope Yelena can fix this," Natasha frowns slightly, and Wanda meets her concerned expression with an equivalent sigh, "If anyone can, it's her." Wanda softly grabs her lovers hand, "But we can also do our part."

—

Yelena raced through the entire compound in search of you, in her frazzled state she had neglected the obvious solution of just asking Friday, but after stumbling onto the vacant floor of the compound she knew she found you.

Soft sobs came from the room that used to be yours before you moved into Yelena's room. Back when you were Tony's assistant who he deemed worthy of a room, and not yet her everything, because that's exactly what you are.

"Y/N?" She called out softly as to not scare you, "Moye solnyshko," she whispered the words as she entered your old room, her heart stuttered when she saw the broken glass of your mirror, and it nearly shattered when she saw some of your things had been brought down here.

"Y/N, detka, what's going on?" She reached out for you, but you pulled your hands away, she frowned upon seeing the cuts that littered your skin and the air of despondency in your glossy orbs, it had made her imagine Steve's body dangling over a tub of carnivorous crocodiles.

It's now on her to do list...

"Lena, you should just go," you whispered brokenly, voice cracking as well as both of your hearts as you verbalized the words you didn't mean, "I'll never be what you deserve, so go."

"So that's just it? I don't get a say in this?"

"You're so beautiful Yelena, you deserve a partner that matches or excels you, which would honestly be impossible, you're perfect."

"You do excel me Y/N," she whimpers, and this time when she goes to reach you she does so by straddling your body, and making sure you can see just how true her words are. "I've never had anything to call my own Y/N, but now I have you, and I wouldn't trade that for anything."

"But what if there's someone better along the way Yelena? It's easier if we break this off now, I couldn't cope if you left me in the future."

"Never," she promised, her lips deposited a peck to your tear stained lips, "There is nothing better for me than you detka, I've never been happier," she smiled warmly as she stared into your cloudy eyes, hers just as glossy as yours, "That's all because of you. Moya solnyshko—my sunshine; oh how you brighten my life."

Yelena watched the storms behind your eyes begin to settle, your once tense body melted into the mattress, and she took the moment as the perfect time to kiss you, to pour out just how much you meant to her into the gesture.

"Look at me Y/N," she remained soft as she sat you up, and pulled you into her lap without a moment of hesitation, her tone however held a seriousness to it, "You deserve to feel safe in your body, to be able to love yourself despite any societal norms that are like ugly lies."

"I try to love me Lena, b-but when people that look like Steve say what they do I can't help but worry that I'm not meant for your love, maybe I'm holding you back, or you're settling here."

"First of all, you are meant for me only," she held you far more tightly, a possessiveness falling over her at the thought of you being with someone else. "You move me forward detka, my life has only looked up with you at my side. Life is a box of chocolates with you."

A sweet giggle left you as Yelena paraphrased last week's movie to make her point.

"I'm not settling Y/N, if anything it's you who's settling," you instantly shook your head with a pout, and she smiled at you sadly, "I've done a lot of things wrong in this short lifetime Y/N."

"You didn't have a choice Lena," you growled, and she chuckled lightly, "I know, but I finally do, and you're the only thing I've done right."

A brief moment of silence fell over you both, Yelena's grip on you was firm, and loving, her lips pressed to your forehead, and when you quietly sniffled she figured you needed more.

"Fuck that dipshit in spandex," she grinned when you giggled softly, and her looming fears melted away when you rested your head over her heart, "He'll never know what it's like to be loved truly, because he doesn't understand that people don't care for that manufactured body of his when it's paired with a heart of stone."

"You though. You're not only beautiful to look at," she leaned back, giving you the once over for emphasis, but she truly did get distracted as she took you in, with her lip caught in between her teeth and a smile in her eyes she couldn't fake, "You've also got a heart of gold detka."

It was easy to believe when she looked at you like that, but you still had your reservations, and Yelena could see right through to that.

"I love you, for every last part of you," she readjusted you so that she could cup your cheek while her other hand held your hip, "Whatever you see as a flaw, I see it as you, and therefore it's perfect, because there's nothing flawed about you, you're a beauty worthy of marveling at, you're the perfect they say does not exist; this body of yours is my paradise."

Tears began to stream down your face, and in the past Yelena would freak out, worried that she said something wrong to upset you, but she's come to learn that tears can be joyful. That much she learned when she burst into them the first time you said you loved her, the sweet words dripped from your lips like honey.

"I-I love you Yelena," you blurted in a graceless blubbering manner, "I-I'm sorry for trying to leave you, I was just scared, but I promise you that I don't ever want to lose you, like ever."

"You never will," she purrs, her hand gently gripped you by the plush skin of your hips, "Because I'll never give you up for anything," she murmured against your lips before she slammed hers into yours passionately.

Her lips began to travel down your jaw, your breath hitched when she sucked lightly over the skin. "Lena, we have to go to movie night," you stuttered breathlessly. She groaned, "Do we have to? We can skip it tonight, on account of me wanting to love you until you believe it."

"I do," you whispered, "I believe you," with a genuine tone you brought a smile to her face.

"Then let's go moya lyubov'," Yelena lifted you up into her arms causing you to squeal at her show of strength, "I can walk just fine baby."

"I just didn't want to let you go just yet," she confessed while gently lowering you, and in return for her being so sweet you softly kissed her lips, "We'll be cuddling soon enough."

The two of you rode the elevator to your floor so you could drop off your things, and change into more comfortable clothes, but not until Yelena doctored up your injured hands, with a soft kiss to follow every bandaid she placed.

"Your boo-boos have been handled," she said with a bit of a pout, "I'll be back shortly," and with a soft kiss to your lips that lingered for a moment longer than need be she was gone.

Yelena left to shower off her day in the gym, and you unpacked your things before slipping into a pair of black sweats, with a worn down band t-shirt, and as you always did when feeling somewhat down, you slipped right into your girlfriends oversized army green hoodie.

You knew she bought it for you, but she wore it until it smelled enough like her to calm you... It's become your live in article for her missions.

Yelena's always been so incredibly sweet, you honestly can't believe you tried to end things. Her love has always fixed your problems, she never saw you as anything other than worthy of love, and affection; she was your soulmate.

"Well don't you look cuddly," she noted as she walked up from behind and grabbed your hand, "Can't wait to hold you close, it's cold"

"Cold?" She met your confusion with a sly smirk, then pulled you along wordlessly.

Once she pressed the button for the roof you understood her, excitement overran your body at the idea of a spooky movie under the light of the moon and the surrounding stars. That is until the doors opened to reveal a battered Steve with an ice pack on his bruised cheek, making you tense up, causing Yelena to look away from you and over at the unwelcome.

Before anyone could even mutter a word you got to bare witness to the brick house of a man wordlessly hobbling away after your much smaller girlfriend stepped towards him, and the smug smile that overtook your lovers face was rather priceless, "Lena, baby, you can't solve everything with brutal violence."

"Why not?" She pouted, and it was so innocent in appearance you'd never believe she was a highly skilled assassin in her younger days.

"Words can work too..."

"Yeah, he used words, we used our fists."

"We?"

"Yes, I broke his nose, and hopefully made him unable to reproduce. Wanda and Natasha did the rest to him, remind me to thank them."

"Goodness me, you three keep me on my toes."

Yelena grinned, then kissed you for the rest of the elevator ride. The ding signaled her to stop, and she stepped aside to let you exit first.

"Ta-da," Natasha cheered with jazz hands to draw your attention to the identical hanging day beds settled besides one another, with a table between with popcorn and candy atop.

Then you looked up to see the projector screen was adorned in purple and orange lights with smiling pumpkins after every few bulbs, the beds were littered with fluffy blankets, and there were outdoor heaters nearby for the anticipated maximum comfort level possible.

"I did nothing to help, but I promise I love you, witchy was just too nit-picky, I was safer on the sidelines," she said quietly while pulling you into her for a tight embrace, "I love you too."

"You'll be safer on the couch too if you keep it up," Wanda lightly threatened before taking you from her genuinely terrified lover, "I've prepped lots of food, make a plate honey."

"Where will she pick from if this weird plate is mine?" Yelena asked while holding an entire charcuterie board to her chest, her face never more genuinely serious than right now, and you stifled a laugh at the adorable sight, "Don't worry baby, feel free to enjoy your dinner."

Wanda looked to you scoldingly, worried you were using this as a get out of dinner card, but then you lifted your phone up to show her that it was okay, and you were fine. While Natasha and Yelena scavenged around with snacks, you and Wanda will share a pizza—like normal.

"What will you eat?" Yelena frowned, but you waved her off, "There's popcorn and candy."

Yelena held her plate out anyways, and you smiled while picking off a single cracker and a slice of cheese to top it off., "Thanks love."

"I will not be doing that," Natasha shared with her girlfriend who settled onto the bed beside her with an eye roll, "Oh, I was well aware."

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When the expected ding of the elevator interrupted the undergoing movie night you smirked over at the witch who had left their outside daybed to collect the pizza, and with a soft kiss to your girlfriends parted lips, and with a careful transferring of a pillow in your place you joined Wanda on the porch swing.

"Every time," you remarked playfully, "Without fail," Wanda added while waving her pizza around for emphasis, "They're total chumps."

"But we love them anyways," you softly added, and Wanda snuggled into your side with a warm smile, "That we do," she whispered, then she hugged onto your arm tight, silently letting you know that she loved you too, and in turn you laid your head over hers on your shoulder as the both of you continued to watch the film.

"I'm sorry Emily; I had to wait 300 years for a virgin to light a candle."

"It was probably Steve..." Wanda nudged your side, and you cackled softly, "Knock it off."

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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DILF/Best friend’s dad!Steve Rogers! You’ve always been close with Eliana, you were over at her house so often that her father the Steve Rogers, often joked you knew their home better than they did. You’re as rocked by the divorce as she is, and after being invited to stay for the summer, you take the opportunity to comfort your friend, even if the sight of her father gives you goosebumps. You’re older now, wiser. And besides, what’s a little harmless flirting between family friends, right?

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Dark!BestFriendsDad!Steve x PlusSize!Reader x Dark!Neighbor!Bucky

warnings: noncon, threats of violence, mean!steve, meaner!bucky. i am not responsible for your media consumption.

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notes: this is for @boxofbonesfic 7k Monkey’s Paw Challenge. you deserve each and every follower, thank you for letting me participate.

wc: 1.2k

thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta’ing 💚

You were just trying to help him with the laundry, lifted up on your tip toes and explaining which detergent wouldn’t bleach the blues out of his favorite t-shirt when his fingers tangled into the hair at the base of your skull.

“Y’know, I’ve really gotta thank El for having such good taste in friends.”

His hips pinned yours against the washer, the steely length of him pressing into your ass cheek.

“Mr. Rogers, please—“

“Baby, I told you, call me Steve. We’ve only known each other since you and El met in high school. I even helped you unpack your dorm, I’d say we’re pretty close at this point.”

“Steve, don’t do this-“

He pulls your body ever tighter against his own, close enough for him to lean in and whisper into your ear.

“Don’t do what, sweetness?” The hand that wasn’t anchored to your scalp snaked its way around your waist, dipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties. “You think I don’t see how you look at me? You think I haven’t noticed how you gotta rub those soft fuckin’ thighs together every time I get close?” His middle finger slips between your folds, finding your clit and circling it slowly.

“Eliana will hear and she’ll come looking for me, you won’t get away with it.” Despite your threat your knees threatened to give out, your legs shaking from the building tension between your thighs. You feel him laugh more than you hear it, the contractions in his chest reminding you how much muscle he could use against you, much more than he was currently.

“Eliana took her Ambien twenty minutes ago. She hasn’t been sleeping so well since Sharon left. Come to think of it, neither have I.” Your whole body tensed as his tongue left a stripe of cooling saliva up your neck, stopping right below your ear.

“Mr. Rogers, please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.” His finger stopped its ministrations against your clit, diving deeper to find the already primed entrance of your empty cunt waiting for him.

“I know you won’t tell, sweetheart, because you know what I’m capable of.”

He untangles his fingers from your hair and slams you forward by the back of your neck, a yelp escaping your throat as your face met the washer lid. You felt him bend over you, laying his weight across your back as he ruts himself against your clothed ass.

“You won’t tell anyone because you know all I would have to do is squeeze and you’d be done for.” You felt the tears slip over the bridge of your nose, collecting in a small puddle on the metal under you.

He holds you down with one hand, the other jerking your shorts down to web between your thighs. “Open those legs for me,” he cooed. You did as you were told, widening your stance as much as you could. “Goddamn, such a pretty pussy.”

You thought he was just looking, that he would be content to get a glimpse and let you go- but the sudden burning stretch of him plunging into you jolted you out of your pipe dream. He gave you no time to adjust, no time to get accustomed to his girth. “Oh, fuck, that’s tight.”

“Steve-“ you plead, your arms bracing against the washer as you try to push up.

“Be good for me, I don’t want to dig up the backyard tonight.”

You drop your weight back onto the washer, the burning in your chest from your sobs confusing as the pain morphs into a sick pleasure. You can feel your own wetness around him, feel how your cunt has betrayed you as your lunch crawls up your esophagus.

A rap on the garage door has you scrambling up and trying to get away, but Steve’s iron grip keeps you locked against him, your pussy fluttering around his length.

“Come on in, Buck,” he calls, his hips rutting erratically and making you whimper.The door swings open to reveal his best friend and next door neighbor, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he takes in your soft form held against Steve’s.

“Aw, buddy, you started without me? I’m wounded.” He and Steve share a look, dark and consuming, predator appreciating predator.

Bucky takes a step closer to you, his hand coming up to pinch your chin, turning your gaze to meet his. “Mr. Barnes, please help me.” Your face crumbles, your last ditch effort to appeal for sympathy dashed as he mocks your desperate expression.

“I don’t like it when they talk, I just wanna hear you choke.” You force your eyes shut, will your psyche to crack and take you far away from here, but a sudden sharp, burning pain to your cheek makes them fly open again. “Eyes on me,” Bucky commands, letting his belt hit the floor before he pulls his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs.

He’s already rock hard, his cock jutted out and bobbing when he hops up to sit on the washer. Your head is wrenched back again, Steve spitting words down into your ear as you tremble. “No teeth, sweetness, or I’ll remove ‘em myself.”

You barely have time to register what he means before he’s positioning your face over Bucky’s lap. Steve pins your elbows to your ribs on either side and lets his best friend take hold of your hair, pushing you down on his cock until he hits the back of your throat. Immediately your body tenses up with a gag, a low groan coming from behind you.

“Shit, Buck, do that again. This pussy is gonna choke the life outta me.” And he does, this time pushing down hard enough that the head of him pops into your throat. It burns, makes your thighs clench together with restraint, and both men moan out. “She clamps down every time you fuck her mouth,” Steve says, a chuckle rising from his chest as he pulls out only to slam back into you- making your head dive deeper onto Bucky’s length.

Both of your arms are tugged behind your back, Steve’s free hand snaking back to your front to apply pressure to your already throbbing clit. Bucky leans back against the cabinet, guiding your mouth around him every time Steve pushes you forward. You try to wriggle away from Steve’s exploratory fingers but you only succeed in pushing back into him, the lack of oxygen from Bucky fucking your throat making you dizzy and sensitive.

You feel your impending orgasm creeping up on you, the knot in your tummy tightening. You try to tell them to wait, that you don’t want this- but you only manage to gurgle around Bucky, his hips lifting to meet your face as his rhythm becomes sloppy. His grip on your hair tightens and you lose the ability to control your breathing, the edges of your vision darkening as your orgasm hits you.

“Are you cumming, sweetness?” His tone is incredulous, amused that your body has given in to him so completely. You only have time to register Bucky spilling down your throat before the darkness overtakes you, your body limp in their hold.

When you wake up on the couch, a blanket draped over you, you can hear them talking from the kitchen.

“So, Sharon is picking up Eliana tomorrow?” It’s Bucky’s voice, coming from a bar stool at the kitchen island.

“Yeah, but sweetness over there told her parents she was staying all summer.”

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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~Masterlist~

(last updated 10/22/22)

Hello, I’m Ruby! I’m a 23 y/o plus sized gal who likes to write steamy stories that mostly star my current obsessions *cough* Sebastian Stan & Chris Evens *cough* I often write PlusSize!Reader fics bc curvy babes are gorgeous, gorgeous, girls<3 Currently I’ve been on a dark!fic kick so keep that in mind if u don’t like those topics. Warnings are listed for each fic. Please feel free to talk to me or send me a request, if you want to know if I write for a certain character, just ask! I always appreciate feedback so plz comment, like, reblog, send me a hand written review-or all of the above! I cross-post on my AO3 Ruby_Nation but my works should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

🥵 = smut 😈 = dark fic 🥰 = fluff 😭 = angst

Steve Rogers (MCU)

Happy Birthday Mr. America (Drabble) 🥵

Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader

A steamy drabble in honor of Chris Evans’ 41st B-day!

The Best Part of Waking Up (One Shot) 🥵

PA! Steve Rogers x Dom!Boss! Reader

His boss may not be a morning person, but it’s up to Steve to get you to work on time. Things don’t exactly go the way he expects, though.

Bucky Barnes (MCU) /Sebastian Stan

Hard To Handle (One Shot, rpf) 😈 🥵

Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x Plus Size!Handler!Reader

You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.

When Words Fail (One Shot) 😭 🥰 🥵ish

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Who said running away from your problems couldn’t solve them? Well, Bucky sure didn’t seem to appreciate it.

Sleeping With A Friend (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭

Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.

Wanna Be Yours (One Shot?) 🥰 😭

Sugar baby!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

You don’t have a problem letting Bucky see other people, but Bucky wants to tell you that you’re all he wants.

Touch Me (Drabble) 😭

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Random angsty late night drabble

Moon Knight Boys (MCU)

I Saw Him Standing There (In Progress Series) *Hiatus*

Marc Spector x reader, eventual Steven Grant x reader

Marc Spector has become somewhat of a regular at your (very legitimate and not at all illegal) business-much to his chagrin. When three months roll by with no word from your grumpy “friend” you decide to search him out. What you discover has you baffled.

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Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Actions Have Consequences (Drabble) 😈 😭

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Lloyd is so happy to have you home, but he needs to show you what happens when you don’t listen to his rules.

Front Row Seat (One Shot) 😈 🥵 😭

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size!Reader

Lloyd gives you something to do while he’s getting information out of his target–keep his cock nice and warm.

Put On The Costume (Drabble) 😭 😈

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Late night angsty drabble 💍

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

What’s In A Name? (One Shot) 😭 🥰

Soft!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size!Reader

You finally tell Ransom how much you hate the nickname he gave you.

So You Want To Tango? (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭

Stepbro!Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Plus Size!Reader

All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

Castiel Novak (Supernatural)

Kiddo (Modern Day AU Completed Series) 🥰 😭 🥵

Older Bro’s Best Friend!Castiel x College Student!Reader

What can a girl do when the guy she’s loved since middle school still calls her “Kiddo”? Well, maybe a night no one expected and a few too many drinks can change everything

Pt.1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3 🥵

Jack Kline (Supernatural)

Baking With The Devil’s Son (One Shot) 🥰

Jack Kline x Reader Platonic Relationship

It’s Jack’s birthday and you’re gonna make sure it’s a celebration to remember! Which means you get to deal with baking the cake. Jack does have some concerns about your expertise, though. (For @squirrel-moose-winchester Crack Fic Challenge. My prompt was ‘Jack Asks Questions’)

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mox-writes · 2 years

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Candlelight (Steve Rogers x Reader) MoxMas Day 9

Warning: 18+, fingering, oral (f receiving), mentions of stretch marks, cellulite, and rolls

Word Count: 2,409

Pairing: Steve Rogers x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: You and Steve blow a fuse and start to have sex in the candlelight before the electrician arrives.

Prompt: Decorating the christmas tree together and blowing the fuse for the electrics. Waiting in candlelight for the electricians to arrive and- let me just say- nothing stays fluffy in candlelight.

A/N: I generally don’t describe the reader so that everyone can picture themselves in the role, but I wanted to do a plus-size reader since I am plus-size myself and literally never see that. Also, I didn’t write the actual sex bc I got tired and started misspelling words, oof. As always, crossposted on moongoddessmox! Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! <3

MoxMas Masterlist | Prompt List 2

You watched Steve jokingly toss around the ornament as if he were dropping it and you scowled at him, he knew you weren’t actually mad, he loved to tease you and you really did love his playful side. However, you spent a lot of money on those little glass orbs, and would it just be your luck that he accidentally dropped one.

“Steve! Be careful with that!” You yelled at your boyfriend who was being a little too careless with the glass ornaments you bought from the Christmas market. You always had plastic ornaments growing up due to your family’s pets and small kids but now you just lived with Steve, so you decided to get the really cute, homemade ornaments you found that matched perfectly with the aesthetic of your home.

Steve gently handed you the ornament with a smile.

“My lady,” he bowed, eyes flicking up to yours until you couldn’t help but break into a smile too.

“You play too much,” you took the ornament and hung it on the tree. He stood up and wrapped his large arms around your chubby waist, bringing his lips to your temple and leaving a soft kiss.

“You love it, just admit it,” his beard grazed your skin as he kissed down your face to your neck. You leaned into him. His body was big and muscular, perfectly shaped, and hugged yours like a matching puzzle piece. You turned around and admired him. His dark roots were growing into the blond of his hair, and his full beard was soft and smelled like coconut.

You ran your fingers over his facial hair and gazed into his blue eyes; they were full of love and felt like they were piercing straight through your soul. He was gorgeous, you loved everything about him. But the way he looked at you, like he was so in love, so consumed by your presence, like you were the only thing that mattered, that was your favorite thing. He could tell you every way he loved you without saying a word.

You kissed his soft lips and he brought his hands to your face, bringing you in for more when you pulled away until you were smiling against his mouth. Steve hummed and placed quick, soft kisses on you and pressed his body closer to yours.

“I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” Steve kissed and kissed until you were giggling.

“I love you so much, Steve,” you whispered in between kisses. He finally pulled away and looked at you again, those eyes still so full of adoration. You pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him away, turning back to the tree to focus on finishing it.

Steve hung Christmas lights around the living room while you finished the tree, hooking some along the fireplace and the length of the walls. The tree had a different color of lights to offset it from the rest.

“Star time!” You called out to Steve, who just finished hanging the last strand of lights. He chuckled and came over to you, gripping his large hands into your hip dips, getting a good hold on you before lifting your body up to reach the top of the very tall tree. You loved that he picked you up, you were a heavyset gal and loved being lifted, held, and carried and you loved that he was willing and able to do it.

Typically, the men in your life wouldn’t even try, but Steve loved your body; every roll, the big hip dips you had that were very prominent in your leggings, the way your stomach was squishy and hung past your hip line. He loved it all.

He often would cherish your body when you were having soreness from your thighs chafing, rubbing cream where it hurt, and leaving soft kisses around the area. He was always more than willing to do the same to your breasts, gently rubbing cream on the inside of them when they’d be sore from being pushed together by your bra, or under them after rubbing against your ribs. You would compare arm sizes when you’d work out together and he would pinch the squishy skin that hung from your bicep, earning himself a squealing giggle from you.

Steve’s hands held you tight as you stuck the star on the tip of the tree, straightening out the small branch until it wasn’t crooked anymore. He slid you down, his hands slowly moving from your hips to your ribs as he set you on the ground.

“Time to plug them in, wanna do the honors?” you asked, grabbing the end of the lights and handing the plug to him. He had the wall lights attached to the ones on the trees, so with one plug all the lights would come on and illuminate the house. He took your hand, holding it with the plug, and laid a kiss on your knuckles. He then took the cord and plugged it into the wall. The whole house lit up, soft white lights on the tree and multicolored ones around the room.

Steve came back behind you and wrapped his arms around you again, kissing your plump cheek and smiling. Just then the lights started to flicker, your eyes widened as you heard zapping sounds coming from the outlet.

“Shit,” Steve rushed over to the plug but before he could unplug it, all the lights in the house shut off. He knelt down in the dark and took the plug out. “Well, I guess we’re not having Christmas lights.” He stood up with a huff and felt around for you. He found your body and kissed your forehead.

“You get the candles, I’ll check the breaker,” you told him. You pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight, heading to the garage to see if you could solve the problem yourself.

When you came back into the living room, Steve had every candle he could find spread throughout the room and lit. He had one on the hallway table and one in the bathroom as well. It all looked very romantic, except you had to call the electrician to come fix the lights.

There was an hour wait for the power company to send someone out, so you and Steve made a pallet on the floor with all your blankets and pillows and sat in the candlelight together. He stroked your hair as you cuddled up next to him, sneaking a finger under the edge of his pants to hit that one little spot that always tickles him. His body twitched and he looked at you, you had a devilish smile on your face knowing you found the spot.

“Mm, so you want to be naughty huh?” Steve raised an eyebrow and smirked. He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You hummed against him, bringing your hand to his hair and tugged, sending goosebumps rushing down Steve’s body. He pulled away and ran his tongue over his lips, “naughty girls get punished, is that what you want?” His voice was low and teasingly dark.

“I quite like the punishment you give out, naughty girls have the most fun,” you winked, knowing full well that his punishment was to fuck you until you were shaking. Steve smiled devilishly, bringing his lips back to yours in a crushing and passionate kiss. His hands ran across your body, tugging your shirt up and over your head as he brought his mouth to your throat. He kissed and nibbled at the neck and bit at the intersection of your neck and shoulder. You moaned out, hands grasping his smooth back under his shirt and trying desperately to bring him closer to you.

Steve flashed his eyes up to yours and watched you as he slid his tongue down your chest to your large breasts, they hung freely to the sides of your body without a bra, separating like the red sea as the weight of them forced them to nearly touch the ground you laid on.

Steve’s tongue found your left breast and licked to the large nipple. His mouth was warm but left the spot cold as he moved to gently chew the side of your breast. He grabbed it, pushing the jiggly mass up to the front of your body and sucking your nipple, stretching it in his mouth and releasing it with a wet pop. You let out a small moan, feeling his other hand roll your right nipple between his fingers. His eyes never left yours as he did his work, his blue eyes darkened with lust as your moans grew louder.

Steve kissed down the center of your abdomen, his mouth feeling every stretch mark and groove of the cellulite that adorned your body. He traced his tongue over the stretch marks on your lower stomach. They looked like gorgeous lightning strikes and stretched from underneath the roll of your stomach up past your belly button. Steve kept going lower, biting the round edge of your stomach before sliding off your leggings and kissing down your thighs.

He came to his favorite part, your inner thigh. The meat there pushed out and caused a little crease, indicating the incredibly soft and squishy portion of your legs. It felt like the squishiness of your biceps, the extra skin that was plump and felt like the softest pillow known to man. But there was something about the thighs that made him go crazy.

Steve moaned as he kissed it, burying his face into that supple skin and sucking at it. He reached his arms around your thighs and settled himself in between them, biting, sucking, and kissing each one back and forth.

You moaned at the feeling, you loved the attention he gave your body, and you loved how close he was to your sweet spot. Steve flicked his eyes up at you to watch you bite your lip, hands combing through his hair. He sucked his way up your thigh until he reached your core, placing a gentle kiss against your panties before hooking his fingers in them and pulling them off. Instead of tossing them away, he wrapped them around his wrist like a bracelet and snapped it like a flimsy rubber band.

“Steve! You’re so dirty,” you laughed, seeing the panties you’d been wearing all day around his wrist.

“Shh, this is my most prized possession,” he joked, showing off the underwear like it had been passed down for seven generations. He brought his lips back to your body which made you switch back from laughing to moaning with a chuckle from him. He placed soft kisses on your wetness, tasting you on his lips after each one. Steve spread you open with two large fingers and licked a stripe up your slit. You throbbed instantly. His mouth engulfed you and his tongue flicked at your clit before licking hard strokes on it, sucking it into his mouth and releasing with a few more licks and repeating the process.

Your moans were mixed with profanities as Steve sucked on you until you were swollen and couldn’t control your throbbing. He pulled away and stuck his tongue in your vagina, pumping a few times before licking all the way up to your clit again. He did this a couple times before he curled two fingers into your wetness, rubbing around and thrusting, knowing exactly where your sweet spot was.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and moaned his name until it was nothing more than a garbled sound. Your thighs twitched, clenching shut around his head that still tended to your clit. The softness of your thighs pressed against his hairy cheeks and the gentle scruff only added a pleasurable sensation to the mix. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as you screamed out, releasing your orgasm onto his hand and tongue. Steve lapped it all up, moaning into your folds as he took in your orgasm.

“I thought you were going to punish me?” you asked with a smirk, trying to control your panting after being rocked with an intense orgasm. Steve flashed his eyes to you with a chuckle.

“I can fuck you hard and fast, sweetheart, deny you another orgasm? Edge you until you can’t take it anymore but never give you what you desire? Is that what you want?” his voice was dark and smooth, you knew he meant every word and while you loved when he fucked you until you couldn’t breathe, you didn’t want to be denied an orgasm. You shook your head. Steve pressed his bare chest to yours and his mouth hovered right about yours.

“Use your words,” he growled, eyes moving from yours to your lips and back. The pressure of his body and how close his face was to yours was making you get riled up again. Your breathing got heavier and you watched his face, wanting to smash it to yours in a fiery kiss.

“Make me.” You must have had a death wish, “Death by Cock”, what a headline that would be. Steve huffed with an evil smirk, knowing there was no turning back now. You just couldn’t be a good girl. His hands gripped your thick hips and he pressed his body even more into yours until it forced a breathy squeak from your throat.

“That was a mistake,” he bit your lip, tugging at it before bringing you into a deep kiss. Steve went to pull off his pants but there was a loud knock at the door that startled you both. He jumped up, heart racing as he peeked out the peephole.

“It’s the power company,” he warned you, hastily buttoning up his flannel. You threw on your clothes before he opened the door. Steve greeted the worker and explained the issue before coming to stand by your side as the man worked.

His large hand gripped your ass, sliding into the back of your leggings to feel your bare, wavy skin, remembering he still had your panties on his wrist. He took them off and shoved them in his pocket before pressing his lips to your ear.

“I’ll deal with you later,” he said lowly, biting your earlobe and flashing a sinful look at you as he walked off to move some candles out of the way for the electrician.

#STEVE ROGERS #CAPTAIN AMERICA #STEVE ROGERS X READER #STEVE ROGERS X PLUS SIZE READER #STEVE ROGERS X PLUSSIZE!READER #PLUSSIZE!READER #CHRIS EVANS #STEVE ROGERS SMUT #STEVE ROGERS X Y/N #STEVE ROGERS X YOU #STEVE ROGERS FANFIC #MOXMAS #FANFIC

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moongoddessmox · 2 years

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Candlelight (Steve Rogers x Reader) MoxMas Day 9

Warning: 18+, fingering, oral (f receiving), mentions of stretch marks, cellulite, and rolls

Word Count: 2,409

Pairing: Steve Rogers x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: You and Steve blow a fuse and start to have sex in the candlelight before the electrician arrives.

Prompt: Decorating the christmas tree together and blowing the fuse for the electrics. Waiting in candlelight for the electricians to arrive and- let me just say- nothing stays fluffy in candlelight.

A/N: I generally don't describe the reader so that everyone can picture themselves in the role, but I wanted to do a plus-size reader since I am plus-size myself and literally never see that. Also, I didn't write the actual sex bc I got tired and started misspelling words, oof. As always, crossposted on mox-writes for notification purposes! Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! <3

Masterlist | Mox-Writes | MoxMas Masterlist

Prompt List 2

Steve gently handed you the ornament with a smile.

“My lady,” he bowed, eyes flicking up to yours until you couldn’t help but break into a smile too.

“You play too much,” you took the ornament and hung it on the tree. He stood up and wrapped his large arms around your chubby waist, bringing his lips to your temple and leaving a soft kiss.

“I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” Steve kissed and kissed until you were giggling.

“You get the candles, I’ll check the breaker,” you told him. You pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight, heading to the garage to see if you could solve the problem yourself.

Steve's tongue found your left breast and licked to the large nipple. His mouth was warm but left the spot cold as he moved to gently chew the side of your breast. He grabbed it, pushing the jiggly mass up to the front of your body and sucking your nipple, stretching it in his mouth and releasing it with a wet pop. You let out a small moan, feeling his other hand roll your right nipple between his fingers. His eyes never left yours as he did his work, his blue eyes darkened with lust as your moans grew louder.

“Steve! You’re so dirty,” you laughed, seeing the panties you’d been wearing all day around his wrist.

“I thought you were going to punish me?” you asked with a smirk, trying to control your panting after being rocked with an intense orgasm. Steve flashed his eyes to you with a chuckle.

“I’ll deal with you later,” he said lowly, biting your earlobe and flashing a sinful look at you as he walked off to move some candles out of the way for the electrician.

#steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers x plussize!reader #plussize!reader #chris evans #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfic #moxmas #fanfic

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slutdreams · 2 years

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Updates on my Y/N

tattoos

Your wand

your pets

mirror ( boy )

shero ( boy )

your patronus lion

your animagus white lion

my lady loki will be Katie McGrath

fashion designer moodboard

supersuits

#desi!reader x loki #desi!reader #loki x plus size reader #loki x princess!reader #steve rogers x plussize!reader #bts x plussize!reader #slutdreamspost

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angelkhi · 2 years

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You plus me makes three - F.C

Pairing: Frank Castle x plussize!reader

Summary: A bad date, some horrible bathroom decorating and far too long apart.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors dni) Panties used as a gag, fingering, slight choking but also not?, semi public sex (if you count single room restaurant bathrooms as semi public), Frank is quite possessive but like in a good way? Idk I'm horny, gagging, praise, creampie, bad words obvi, minor description of violence, minor description of injuries, bit of self loathing on franks part :(

Word Count: 2.4k

A little note: sorry about any typos! I had no idea how close I am to 1000 followers so just wanted to say thank you thank you thank you! Plus Size reader, this is extremely self indulgent. Not much more to say than she's fat, I'm fat and if you're fat, then this one is for you!

"Hey angel," Franks voice is just as rough as his finger tips. His palm lays flat on the door propping it open, his arms flexing under the light strain. He backs her into the stall, until she's pressed up against the sink with nowhere to run. The lock clicking shut should send her panicking, begging for her life, but her breathing remains steady.

Instead, she thinks about how close she and Frank Castle are, and how much closer she wished him to be. As though he could read her mind, Frank takes those final two steps towards her, and lightly pulls at the hem of her dress.

"Pretty." He mutters, his eyes slowly moving from hem to head, focused on the curls she'd clipped forward and the dark makeup on her eyes and lashes. His rather large hand comes to settle on her shoulder, thumb stroking the exposed skin of her neck, resting for a moment and travelling dangerously close to the low v neckline. She can't help but perk up at his compliment, leaning into his touch at her own betrayal.

"Nice to know you're still alive." Her words don't deter him, a cocky smirk telling her all she needs to know. "Frank I'm on a date." His hands still pry all over her body as he admires her in his way.

"You havin fun?" His chuckle is forced and bitter, a deep frown resting on his lips.

"He's... nice." Her own words betray her, she may as well have told him every detail of the quite frankly boring evening. Frank pipes up again, his smirk back in place and it's oddly comforting.

"What, you gonna take him home, hm? Let him fuck you and leave?"

"Isn't that exactly what you're trying to do?"

He didn't like that. He sighs and reaches for one of her stray curls, tucking it back into place and smiling at her.

"You mean too much to me, you know that."

She just chews her lip, baiting him with silence. Sure she thought she knew, but disappearing for weeks at at time with no contact doesn't really convey they best message.

"You do know that, right?" Frank pauses, watching her face for any sort of answer, frowning when her eyes move to his knackered boots. "Let me show you."

"Frank. I. Am on. A date."

"So go back out there to your pretty boy." The words hang in the air, awaiting her response, Frank growing more and more cocky with each beat of silence.

"I-" She tries to speak, but nothing she could say would be true. Of course she'd rather stay with Frank.

"Attagirl." He pulls her into him, enjoying her surprised yelp when their chests touch. He just watches her for a few heartbeats, watches the way she cranes her neck and stares at his mouth. Frank dips down and places a tender kiss on her lips, pulling her closer by her waist. The kiss grows sloppy and hurried and he pushes her back against the green and white counters, swallowing her breathy moans.

"Gonna let me fuck you?" His vulgar words go straight to her cunt, that is currently trying to grind on his thigh. She nods into his shoulder, not sure her words would make much sense in her Frank Castle induced daze.

"Want your words." He rasps.

"Yea- yes, please, Frank." She speaks against his lips, eager to kiss him once more. He indulges her, letting her get her fill until he needed more. He kisses her neck, her shoulder, her chest. Frank crouches to press his lips to her fabric covered stomach and kneels to to the same to her hip.

"C'mon angel, show me your pretty pussy. Bet she's dripping, bet you've got a sweet little thing." Frank kisses her thigh and even with the layers preventing him from touching her bare skin, she still felt every minuscule detail of his pursed lips.

Good lord.

Frank wasn't wrong. If he were to get between her thighs, there'd be no questions about her current state of arousal. But they are in a bathroom. At a nightclub. He is a murderer, she is a witness to many of his said murders.

"It's generally frowned upon to have sex with strangers." She surveys the eclectic wallpaper, the brightly coloured toilet and the marble tiles beneath them, and speaks again. "Especially in a bathroom."

"Good job I'm not a stranger then, huh?" Frank guides her pretty underwear over the curves and divots of her full thighs, itching to dig his hands into her rippling flesh. "Spread your fuckin' legs."

She shouldn't. She couldn't, quite literally and legally, yet her legs part on command, and she's offering herself up to the blood thirsty mad man half of New York are begging to kill, maim or capture. Here she is, eating out of the palm of his hand.

The really tall, broad, rather soft blood thirsty mad man who is dying to get between her legs.

Frank pulls her dress up until it's resting around her hips, and her hands go to grip the fabric without prompting. He stares for a moment, quiet and brooding as usual. He places a kiss on her hip, then thigh enjoying how she squirms. Frank chuckles, and straightens to his full height, towering over her. His hands grip her hips tightly, and he leans in to her intoxicating lips, hoping that the sweet perfume she's worn that night lingers on his shirt. He kisses her sweetly, enjoying how little it took for her to give herself up to him, grinding his hips into her, the rough fabric of his jeans catching her clit.

"Next time, I'll let you come on my face, if you're good for me." She stares up at him through hooded lids in a daze, no longer thinking about her boring date, or the mediocre sex she probably would've had that evening. All she can think about is Frank, about what he's willing to give her and how badly she wants to take it.

His fingers tease her lightly, running up and down her pussy. A less than respectable moan bouncing about the bathroom when he pushes his finger into her. Frank doesn't take his eyes off of her face, keeping a soft grip on her jaw so her eyes stay on him when he adds another finger, until her pretty cunt is weeping around three of his fingers. He can't believe how lucky he is, to have her like this, fucking herself silly on his fingers, whining his name.

"You gonna cum all over my hand, huh? My god, gonna be smelling you all over me for days."

She doesn't need much more encouragement than that. His hips grind into her absentmindedly, the pressure grazing her clit.

"Attagirl."

He watches as she folds forward into him, bucking up against his fingers as he fucks her through the tremors, only moving when she pushes him away breathlessly. Frank's kiss stays soft and tender, and she relishes in how she melts into him with each and every one.

Her hands begin to wander, dipping across his rippling abdomen, feeling him up over his soft T-shirt. She reaches the hem a lot quicker than she wanted, and runs her hands underneath it. Scars litter Frank's body, ranging from little nicks to large bumps on his otherwise smooth skin. She traces them until they meet his waistband, and thumbs his belt buckle, daring to peer up at him through thick lashes.

His hands come over hers, guiding her through unbuckling his belt, not once dropping her gaze. His jeans wait open and ready, and she dips her hand into his boxers, stroking him slowly.

He spins her roughly, her hands resting on the countertop, arse grinding into Frank's open jeans. She stares at them both in mirror in front of her, watching Frank free himself from his boxers and nuzzle face in her neck. She can see her panties peeking out of his shirt pocket, his personal little trophy taunting her lack of resolve. She can feel the warm head of his dick pushing up against her and rises onto her tiptoes, eager to take him.

Frank's palm lays flat on her tummy, pulling her close to him. He's slick with his own pre-cum when the tip of his cock slips into her little hole. With that and how much she'd creamed on his fingers, he's an easy fit.

Frank slides into her as slow as he can, resisting the urge to curl a hand in her hair, bend her over and use her. He watches through the mirror, fixated on her fluttering eyes and wide mouth. They sigh, almost in unison when he fully sheaths himself inside of her, and for a moment just waits. And watches.

"So fuckin pretty, look at ya." Her eyes seem to focus on command, a weak smile and a gasp her only response. Frank thrusts his hips slowly at first, relishing how deep he is, and commits look on her face, the warmth and wetness of her body to memory.

Frank wraps his arms around her waist, harnessing her into place, thrusting faster, watching her tits bounce about trying to escape her pretty dress.

Frank knew what he was doing, right? She was kind to him, had shown him compassion, stayed loyal to him when the rest of the world wanted to spit in his face. He's scared of the way he feels about her, scared to do all the things she deserves. He can't have her, not in a real world, she's too good too innocent to be bought into his shit. Of course that doesn't matter for now. He's balls deep inside of her, watching her lips part and eyes screw tight as he bends her over the bathroom counter. Frank needs to keep his distance after this, keep her safe. But he can't quite shake the feeling that one taste won't be enough.

His hands make light work of pulling her sleeves down to her elbows so that she could pull her neckline down and really expose herself to him. He can't decide where to look, let alone touch until she guides one of his hands to her exposed breasts, and clasps them shut as a silent "stay there."

Her hand disappears from view, stroking her clit whilst he fucks her good.

"Tell me how pretty you are." He whispers all deep and husky in her ear. Even if he wasn't fucking her at present, she's not sure if she could respond to him, and his voice and his honey sweet tone.

Her words fall into a breathless gasp, a high pitched whine and a quiet "Frankie." His hips stutter to a stop, and she pushes herself back on him greedily, but he stills her hips.

"You gotta tell me how pretty look on my cock, or I stop. C'mon angel."

"I look so pretty when you fuck me Frankie, please never stop." She's mildly embarrassed and very aroused, saying that out loud, but the look on Frank's face makes it all worth it.

"Attagirl." He praises roughly. "No one will ever touch you."

Frank angles his hips slightly, the new angle pulling loud moans from her. Frank shushes her twice to no effect. Instead of wasting his breath for much longer, he takes her panties from her pocket and stuffs them in her gaping mouth.

"That's better... you're my good girl. Always so good for me." She nods frantically, all of the different sensations pushing her closer to her orgasm.

"Frankie please." Her moans are muffled by the damp lace stuffed in her mouth, little more than a murmur over Frank fucking her, their skin smacking loudly as he thrusts harder and harder. He keeps her on the edge for a moment, taking his time, savouring the moment until he felt himself creep closer to an orgasm.

"Fuckin shit-"

She clenches around him, pulling him in as she comes on his cock. His thrusts turn shallow, and he continues to fuck her, chasing his own orgasm, suddenly not caring about the lack of condom when he can feel how warm and tight she is. He makes on deep and final thrust, partly holding on to her as he empties himself into her cunt.

Frank pries the fabric from her mouth and slumps back against him for a while, as they both catch their breaths. Frank rubs soothing circles up and down her arms, clearing the fog.

When she finally straightens and he's confident she can stand on her own two feet, he kisses her, caressing her cheek slowly. She pulls away from him to observe the mess, picking up her underwear and sliding them into her bag. Frank sorts himself out, occasionally stopping to help her out. The pair only look half way to fucked by the time they're ready to exit the bathroom.

She turns to Frank with wide eyes, one hand on the door handle; the other on his chest.

"Oh god, what do I do about him?" She cocks her head to the side, gesturing to the restaurant full of people just down the hall, specifically her date, who had been sat alone for at least half an hour.

"I told him to fuck off before I came in here, if he wants a cheap fuck he can go elsewhere cause he ain't touching ya'."

She can feel her skin prick with embarrassment for the poor man, imagining him and his meekness against Frank of all people. Beneath all that she's thankful that she wouldn't have to let him down in person, having just had a quickie in the bathroom, in the middle of their date.

She opens the door to a dimly lit corridor and a blonde haired woman with a judgemental grimace. She just smiles sheepishly, dragging Frank behind her through the busy restaurant and out into the warm summer evening.

"Gotta get you a bath, you're all sweaty." He smirks down at her, watching as she hails a taxi.

"What?" She questions. Frank watches as the taxi pulls up to the curb, and leans down to whisper into her ear.

"Nothin'. Just that... I've always wanted to fuck you in that claw foot."

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holylulusworld · 10 months

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Big girls don't cry masterlist

Summary: You are no stranger to heartbreak.

Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, Steve being a douche, fat-shaming, strong reader, sadness, mentions of former heartbreaks, heartbreak, break-up, more to be added

A/N: I turned this request into a mini-series. I hope you like it anon.

Big girls don't cry - Prologue

Big girls don't cry (1)

Big girls don't cry (2)

Big girls don't cry (3)

Big girls don't cry (4)

Bucky got this - snippet

Big girls don't cry (5)

#steve rogers #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers fanfiction #ceo!steve rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #ceo!steve rogers x you #plussized reader

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fantastic-fantasy-fanfics · 7 years

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WHAT ARE QUEENS COMPARED TO A GODDESS?

Request by Anonymous: “I think a Steve x plus size reader would be nice”

A/N: Thanks for your impute/ request! After writing this, I actually would like to write a fic about an underweight!reader x Bucky. Also, I think you should listen to this song by Mary Lambert before you read. Enjoy all my beautiful readers!

Steve x plussize!reader

Word count: 2227 (way longer than I anticipated)

Summary: When (Y/N) is feeling insecure, she stops acting like herself. Steve always takes notice.

Warnings: self-hate, self-depreciation, angst, sad reader, fluffy ending!

(Picture and GIF not mine)

*Reader’s POV*

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, Brooklyn was awake, alive, and bustling- but you were lying in bed. You had woken up hours ago, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed and go to work. You loved your job as a computer engineer at Stark Tower, you loved your coworkers, you loved that Tony Stark was your boss, you loved that you got to work with so closely to your husband, Steve Rogers. But what you didn’t love, was watching all the other, much prettier, female co-workers. You despised that.

You weren’t like the other women working on the tower. They were all strong, lean, skinny, girls, with rosy cheeks and thick, long hair. They all had perfect breasts and bouncy asses that could make any man swoon. These girls had pearly white smiles that could outshine the brilliant sun. These girls had almost no scars, and the ones they did have were from bullets grazing their skin, or from knives piercing their skin; their scars showed off their bravery and skill.

They had perfect bodies and their scars were a symbol of their justice-fueled fury. While they had the bodies of queens, you had the body of the ugly handmaid. You were flawed, imperfect, warped, junk, broken, damaged, worthless, alone- you were ugly. Your ass was barely visible due to your stump-like thighs, your boobs were outshone by your prominent belly, your arms looked like that of bat wings, and your hips were devoured by your love handles.

You weren’t always this insecure. There were days where you owned your body, where you would strut around like you were Freddie Mercury on his way to a sold-out show. There were days where you and your heavyset body felt like you could conquer the world! But… today was not one of those days. Today was one of those days where even the thought of looking in the mirror made you want to puke. Today was one of those days where the scale in your bathroom hissed your name like a witch’s black cat. Today was one of those days where showering was just code-name for ‘see your ugly, scarred body naked’. It was one of those days where you just weren’t yourself.

It was about eleven in the morning when you finally gathered enough energy to get up. You felt gross, both literally and figuratively. You wanted to shower off your grossness, but you knew that you would have to look at your gross body. You ended up taking a quick shower anyway, just to start your day off somewhat properly. But you decided to wear your one-piece swimsuit while showering, just to avoid looking at your naked body.

Once you were all dried off, you forewent your cute, blue sundress, and dawned your baggy sweatpants and thick hoodie, despite it being over 90 degrees outside. You moseyed on into the kitchen, groaning at the thought of breakfast.

Avoiding the accursed kitchen, you plopped down into Steve’s favorite chair. It was a big, dark brown, leather recliner that Steve loved to sit in. He loved to sit back and relax after a long day, sometimes he would even fall asleep in that chair and stay there for the whole night. Steve would often offer for you to sit on his lap or lay on top of him as he slept, but you would always politely decline. Though, you would never admit that fact that you always declined because you were afraid that, if you climbed into the chair with him, your combined weights would break the chair.

As your curled up into the familiar smelling chair, your phone rang and vibrated from within your pocket. “Hello?” you groaned, not wanting to have any type of human interaction that day, let alone a phone call. “(Y/N)?” Tony said from the other line, “where are you? It’s almost noon…” “I uh… didn’t feel too well this morning,” you half-lied, “I didn’t want to spread it to the whole tower,”. Tony gave an unenthusiastic hum, “I see…” he sighed, “well, I hope you feel better,” “thanks Tony,” you droned, not even waiting to say ‘goodbye’ before you hung up.

*Steve’s POV*

“Where is she? What did she say?” Steve asked, Tony after (Y/N) hung up, “she said she didn’t feel good,” Tony huffed, angrily setting his phone on the counter. Steve furrowed his brows in confusion, “what are you so mad about?” he asked, following Tony into the tower’s kitchen for lunch, “is she on her period or something?” Tony grunted, swinging the refrigerator door open. This confused Steve even more,

“uh, no? Why does it matter?”

“she sounded all… bitchy and she rudely hung up on me,”

“what did you say to her?”

“nothing! All I said was that I wanted her to get better!”

“that’s weird… I-I’ll talk to her,”

“you better…”

Steve was very confused, normally you weren’t that grouchy, and it was very unlike you to call in sick four hours after you were supposed to; normally you would call in way earlier. Steve pulled his phone out of your pocket and pressed your text thread.

“Hey sweetheart, you doing okay?”

As soon as he sent the message, the little dots that indicated you were typing came onto the screen.

“Ya…”

“Do you want me to come home early?”

“No…”

“Can I pick something up for you on my way home?”

“No, I’m okay…”

“No Tylenol? Saltines? Gatorade? Excedrin?”

“No, I’ll be alright,”

“Want me to bring home takeout for dinner? Pizza? Chinese?”

“… no… no thankyou…”

That was weird. (Y/N) always loved having pizza night with him. Steve knew something was off, but he couldn’t quite tell what.

“Okay, doll. I’ll be home later tonight. I love you! <3”

It took a while for (Y/N) to respond.

“okay. Love you too.”

Something was definitely wrong.

*Reader’s POV*

The sound of jingling keys and creaking door hinges woke you up from your nap. You shifted in the leather chair to see who was coming into the apartment, “hi darlin’” Steve greeted with his signature smile. Normally you loved that perfect, adorable smile, but, at the moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to tolerate it. You flopped back down into your original position in the chair, so, once again, your back was facing the door. “(Y/N)? I brought home some dinner…” Steve hummed, hoping to regain your attention. You didn’t even flinch. “I got some soup, a salad, a-and some subs!” Steve explained, setting the bags of food on the kitchen counter, “Sam recommended them to me, he says that they’re really… good…” Steve trailed off, seeing that you weren’t responding, “(Y/N)?”. Steve jogged over to the chair, seeing as you weren't in the mood to move. Kneeling beside you, he placed his hands on your thighs, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?”. You just groaned and swatted his hands off you. “What’s wrong?” Steve cooed, rubbing your back soothingly, “are you sick?” “nuh uh…” you whined, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head and down in front of your face.

It was clear you needed some affection. Scooping you up into his arms bridal style, Steve stood up then went to sit in the chair with you in his lap, “c’mon, tell me what’s wrong,” Steve grunted, sitting down in the chair. As soon as his body made contact with the piece of furniture, you leaped out of his hold and nearly crashed into the coffee table. Steve was stunned at your sudden movement and shot right back up from his sitting position, “are you okay?!” Steve panicked, helping you back onto your feet. You nodded, distancing yourself from your husband and curling in on yourself. Steve took notice of this and tried to pull you in for a comforting hug, but you fought your way out of his grasp. “I’m gonna go to bed…” you mumbled, rushing off to the bedroom.

After eating alone and letting you simmer down for a while, Steve knocked on the door frame, alerting you to his presence. “(Y/N)?” he called, hoping to get a response, but all that he heard in return was a pained sob. “(Y/N)?!” Steve saw that you were curled up in the corner of the bed and rushed over to your side, gathering you up in his arms. You tried to kick him away, but he was not letting you reject his affection this time, you clearly needed it. “No Steve!” you cried, trying to push Steve away, “I don’t want you to touch me!”. Steve didn’t listen, he just held you tighter.

Once you calmed down a bit, you were able to relax into Steve's arms. “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?” Steve asked, rubbing your back. Tears welled up in eyes again as you buried your face into Steve’s chest, “I’m just so ugly!” you sobbed, clutching the lapels of Steve's shirt. Steve looked shocked, he didn’t know what to say; how could you think you were ugly? To him, you were the most gorgeous person to ever grace the presence of normal humans. “Wh-Wha?” Steve gaped, looking at your tear-soaked face for any sign that you were joking. He couldn't find any. “I’m so ugly, Steve!” you whaled, wiping the tears off your face with the sleeve of your hoodie, “I’m ugly! My thighs are like tree stumps, my arms make me look like I have Pterodactyl wings, my butt doesn’t exist my love handles are so big, and my stomach makes me look like I’m pregnant!” you ranted, getting more and more angry with your body with each word you uttered.

Steve held you in his arms once again, rocking you back and forth in his lap, “don’t be so hard on yourself,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, “you’re not ugly, never have been, never will be,”. You sniffled, pulling away from the embrace so you could see Steve’s face, “how can you say that?!” you gasped, feeling more tears sting the corners of your eyes, “I’ve got stretch marks and cellulite, I have bumps and rolls, how can you say that I’m not ugly?!”.

You were insecure, and Steve knew it right from the start, but he never thought it was this bad. He always saw you as the adorable, bright, loving, confident girl he had fallen in love with.

Steve looked at you, not with pity or anger, but with pure, unadulterated love; you could see it in his eyes. But you stared back in frustration and impatience as you waited for his answer. “Stretch marks and cellulite are normal, they are a part of the human body, and they don’t make you ugly,” he declared, kissing both your cheeks, “and bumps and rolls don’t make you ugly either. Here…” Steve said, pulling out his phone and going to his photos. “What do you see in this picture?” Steve asked, holding up his phone. It was a photo of a famous sculpture, the sculpture of Aphrodite. “Uh… I see a statue?” you stated, not sure of what he was getting at, “it’s a statue of the Greek goddess,” “look closer,” Steve instructed, a knowing smirk of plastered on his cheeks. Rolling your eyes, you looked back at the brightly illuminated phone screen and looked more closely at the beautiful work of art.

Realization hit you like a truck when you saw what Steve meant, “she has… sh-she has…” you stuttered, unable to get the words off your tongue, “she had fat rolls,” Steve finished, putting his phone back in his pocket. Steve held both of your hands in his as he looked you in the eye, “Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of beauty, had fat rolls. (Y/N), you are the most beutfiul girl I have ever seen, and if you think I'm lying, look at your left hand,". Your eyes flickered to the beautiful diamond ring Steve had given you on your wedding day last year. "Not only does that ring signify how beautiful I find you, it represents how intelligent, resfectful, talented, dilligent, funny, loving, caring, and elegant you are," Steve's words made you blush. "Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty had fat rolls, and so do you. And do you know what that means?” Steve asked, cupping your face in his large hands, “you, my beautiful, intelligent, kind, hard-working, (Y/N), are a goddess,”.

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buckys-dollface · 2 years

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Only You [S.R.]

Pairing | Steve Rogers x Fem!PlusSize!Reader

Summary | It’s hard to maneuver being the new girlfriend of Captain America. Having someone of such status as your significant other is a big adjustment when you are struggling with your inner demons as well; it becomes a little too much. It seems everyone's eyes are on you, and one day, you finally crack.

Warnings | Minors DNI: body image issues, insecurity, fluff; Steve is yet again a dork in love because I CAN'T HELP IT, sue me my dudes, body worship, oral (f!recieving)

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You still have no clue how in the hell you managed to land Captain America as your boyfriend. Your best friend swears you were a nun in a past life because that's the only probable explanation for you being with Steve Rogers now. You and Steve hadn't been dating long, only about six months, but it had been so surreal. Steve Rogers was indeed a man from another time. A perfect gentleman. He did everything guys nowadays wouldn't even think about. He held your door open, spontaneously sent you flowers, left you little love notes, and showered you with kisses.

He was honestly one in a million in your eyes.

Your Stevie.

But the thing that keeps you up is why was Steve Rogers with you? He could have anyone; you mean anyone, and he still chose you.

It was a question, among many others, that poked and prodded you from sleep. It was something that left you restless in the middle of the night as you paced the floors in your apartment, racking your brain for answers. Steve was incredible, truly he was, but you were hesitant. Hesitant because a guy that great couldn't be into you. It felt like a joke. No guy has ever treated you the way Steve has, so you didn't know how to react any differently. And it wasn't because he was Captain America; that was a perk, of course, but it was because you hadn't found a single flaw in Steve overall. Your boyfriend was seemingly flawless, whereas you felt the complete opposite.

Steve was buff and chiseled; he reminded you of a Greek God that you would admire. His sharp edges and hard planes were a distinct difference from how round and curvy your body was. Your body was littered with stretch marks, and cellulite tugged your frame. The longer you were with Steve, the more painfully aware of how different you were. You had noticed how people would look at the two of you together; it seemed as if you clashed as a couple. The puzzled glances and snickers in passing weighed on you as you sighed them away. You felt the pressure build on you, and old insecurity clawed its way back from the dungeons they dwelled in.

You could recall meeting some of the Avengers for the first time. Steve was so excited to show off his girl; he had talked about you for months, and the rest of the team was dying to be introduced to his sunshine. You, on the other hand, were freaking out on the inside—a frazzled bundle of nerves. Your anxiety was at a new high as you squirmed in your seat on the car ride over to Avengers Tower. The only thing that calmed you down on the elevator ride up was Steve’s hand in yours and his words of affirmation.

“Don't worry, sweetheart, they are so excited to meet you.”

“What if they hate me, Stevie?”

“Hate you? How could they hate my sunshine? You make everything brighter.”

Meeting the rest of the Avengers was a nerve-wracking but life-changing experience. It also made you realize how beautiful Steve’s female colleagues were. You knew Natasha Romanoff was beautiful, but seeing her in person? It allowed for you to understand that you and her we're definitely not the same. It's not like you were jealous; it was more of a longing to be just like her. You were envious of the way she could walk into a room, and all eyes were on her. She was captivating. You also realized just how easy she could make Steve hers, which shocked your nerves more than you would like to admit.

These tantalizing thoughts threatened to burst through the seams one seemingly ordinary morning. It felt one like stressor after another were piling on to each other begrudgingly. You wanted to wish these feelings away figure out a better way to cope. You deserved it, Steve deserved it.

You were mixing creamer in your coffee when you saw your phone light up with Steve’s face. A small smile spread across your lips at his image.

“Good morning, sunshine. How are you this morning?” He greeted with a chirper tone. You could hear the faint sound of heavy breathing on the other end of the line. You smiled knowing that Steve just probably went on a run with Sam. He was a pretty routine guy, that’s one thing you knew for sure.

“I’m good. Just finished your morning run?”

Steve chuckled, “Yeah, I did.”

“What are your plans for today?” You wondered. You leaned against the counter as you placed your cellphone in the crook of your shoulder and ear. Steam was billowing off your dark roast coffee still and took a small sip, savoring the flavor and awaiting Steve’s answer.

“Hopefully, they involve you.”

About 30 minutes later, Steve arrived at your doorstep with a picnic basket and a bouquet of flowers. Once he knocked on the door, the grin plastered on his face couldn’t be dissipated. He couldn’t wait to wine and dine his girl. Your socked footsteps rustled along the floorboard before the door jarred open to show your face.

“Hiya, sunshine!”

“Hi!” Steve pecked you on the cheek as he entered your well lit apartment. Steve always felt at home in your place, which is more to say than anywhere else he has been. After he came out of the ice, home was just a word to him. Until he met you. It was only you that allowed him to understand what home truly felt like.

“I thought we could do a picnic for today.” He suggested as he set the wicker picnic basket on the counter. ”I got Wanda to help pack some chicken and tuna salad sandwiches, fruit, cheese, and wine, of course. He presented each item as you gasped and groaned with excitement. You couldn’t wait to spend the day with your guy. You breathed in the bouquet Steve brought you, lilacs and daffodils. Your favorite.

“God, I don’t deserve you Steven Grant Rogers.” You murmured as your hands cradled his cheeks. His smile widened into a toothy grin as a blush started to rise and spread across his cheeks. He was just too precious. He shook his head slightly. It truly was the other way around in his eyes.

“Sweetheart-“ He whispered. Then suddenly, his phone started to beep, alerting him to the urgency. It was probably Director Fury or Tony, but if it was an emergency, he couldn't ignore that. He had a moral obligation as Captain America and as Steve Rogers. He took a step back and held a finger out.

“Wait, hold on one sec. This could be important.” He mouthed an I'm sorry, as he clicked the accept button.

“Hey, Nat!” He greeted with a cheerful tone. You knew the thoughts in your mind were toxic and irrational, but they were overwhelming. Almost all-consuming as you felt your body still and your breath slowed. Steve's voice was funneled out in echoes as you began to sit down slowly.

In an instant, you felt darkness loom over you. Impending doom crashed over in waves. You had been waiting for the shoe to drop and you now felt it freefalling. Steve glanced over at your quivering form, and his eyes widened.

“Nat, I'll call you back.” He rushed over to you, hunched over on the sofa. You attempted to blink back the tears surfacing. It felt as if a storm cloud was threatening your sunny day.

“Hey, hey.” His fingers traced over your soft skin. Your eyes met his and it took everything in you to hold your composure. “What’s wrong? What happened, sunshine?” You felt breathless. You couldn't get a grip on how Steve could find you attractive when you could barely see yourself that way. Especially, when you could barely envision yourself worthy of Steve’s company. It felt like a lustful daydream escaping your grips. You didn't want to admit that to him though. Even though he was starting to see through the cracks, you wanted to seem like you had your shit together kinda.

“Why are you with me, Steve?" Your voice barely audible, threatening to break. A sigh escaped his lips, mournful and wistful. You felt his calloused fingers circled your knee. You feel your hand that was once clenched, starting to release.

“You could have anyone. You could be with Nat-“

“You don’t get it, do you?” There’s a beat, a long pause of silence where you fill like the world will swallow you up. Your heart was thumping against your chest. You could feel throat constrict as your eyes interlocked. Take a breath, oh my God. The stoic expression that once was on Steve’s face gleamed easily into a grin.

“I see only you, sunshine.” A deep breath left your body, one you didn’t realize you were holding for so long. You felt Steve tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Has Bucky ever told you stories from when we were kids?” You shook your head, a small smile starting to form on your lips.

“Well, before all of this happened,” Steve gestured to his impeccable physique and bulging biceps, “in Howard Stark’s lab, I was just some scrawny, sickly kid from Brooklyn. Bucky was the ladies-man and I remember he would try to set me up with these girls because I had no game back in the day.” You began to giggle as Steve retold his glory days. Growing up in the 40s was something Steve cherished, and you soaked every word from any war story he shared with you. His eyes brightened up even more taking in your laugh. Steve loved your laugh; it was like music to his ears.

“I get it, okay? I get that sometimes you’re not going to feel 100% about yourself, but don’t you ever think I don’t love you because of how you look. Because sweetheart, that couldn’t further than the truth.” Steve stated, and it was almost as your ears perked up in delight. You couldn't have gotten any luckier. Seriously, you couldn't have gotten any luckier.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yes.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie. It's just I have been battling these issues my entire life. So it feels weird being on stable ground with a more than a stable guy.”

“Stop. Don't apologize, here let me show you how beautiful I think you are.” His gaze was piercing, it truly was like he was staring in the glistening sun, so memorizing. “Lay down for me, sunshine.” You began to lay down on the plush couch. Your dress began to rise up and reveal your deliciously thick thighs and a peek of lace. Steve tsked in disappointment as he stared at your lace-covered core. “This won't do,” He murmured in your ear. You saw your boyfriend’s massive figure looming over you as he began undress you and pepper kisses of the shell of your ear, then your jaw, and down the column of your throat. With each kiss, he whispered words of affirmation, words of adoring love.

“Baby, don't you see? Your body was made for me. It fits mine like puzzle pieces.”

His searing kisses began to land between your breasts and seep into your skin. A heat began to bloom across your core. You began to feel yourself slowly unravel for him.

“So soft, so curvy, you're like art, sweetheart.” He whispered against your plump stomach as he traced the stretch marks that decorated it. You were his art, his muse.

“You see these hips? God they drive me crazy, perfect for grabbing and-” He took no time flipping you over to admire one of his favorite assets on your body, “Spanking this delicious globe of an ass. God, just seeing your ass presented like this makes me want to cum on the spot.” The moans and whimpers escaping your lips were irrefutable. It made your body shiver in need. Steve began to kiss and suck the skin there definitely leaving bruises to match the ones of your hips. You didn't mind though, knowing they were there made you feel a sense of pride that you had longed for. The next distinct sound you hear amongst the whimpers coming for your lips was the lace ripping. “I would say I’d buy ya a new pair, but seeing your pussy drip for me is priceless.”

Within mere moments, you were a needy mess. “Oh, my God! Steve!” You moaned as your hips jerked to meet his fingers. They were going at a brutalizing pace as he sucked on your clit. Your whines filled the room; you were spiraling down towards your orgasm at an ungodly rate. Every lick, every touch set you wild and frenzied ready to submit and dive over the edge.

“You're gushing for me, sunshine, just can't get enough, can ya?” He teased as he continued to thrust his fingers in your hole. You began to clench, unrelentingly, needing more. “Please, I need it.” Steve’s chuckle was barely audible over your babbling. Steve loved how needy his girl was. You sensed his hot breath against your skin within an instant. His once ocean blue eyes were dark and tempting. He was tempting you to break.

“Let go for me, sunshine. Scream for me.” His words vibrated against your core and surged you to cum. Your body was overwhelmed and all your nerves were sent into overdrive. It was a blissful serenity that only Steve had given you the key to. After some heavy breathing, your vision refocused to see your bubbly blonde supersoldier looking down on you. He had the dopest grin on his face that you couldn't pay him to wipe off even if you tried. He was truly in heaven.

“There she is, there's my girl. Ready for round two?”

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Mr. America (18+)

Steve Rogers x Roommate!PlusSize! Reader

A steamy fic in honor of Chris’ 41st birthday!

Word count: 800ish

Warnings: Smut, lots of dirty thoughts(Steve u naughty boy), fluff, 18+ minors go away plz😁

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A/N: It’s been forever since I posted a fic but tbh I’ve been craving some good ol’ plus size reader content so I decided to just write something real quick myself.

Thanks for reading!

- Ruby

“Steve, come in here!” Your voice called out from the bathroom. The shower was running and you kept the door ajar to let the steam out since the fan had broken a month ago.

Steve, who was reading the newspaper, yes a physical paper about world events (such an old soul), choked on the coffee he was sipping.

“W-what?!” He shouted back.

Again, your voice rang out over the sound of rushing water, “I said, come into the bathroom, please!” You sounded almost distressed.

Steve stood up from the kitchen table, his coffee and newspaper forgotten. The bathroom was down the hall, between your room and his. Steve had moved in with you 6 months ago and every moment had been an excruciating test on his will power since. Even though he was doing his best friend a favor by looking after his little sister by taking his spot in the two bedroom apartment while he was deployed, no matter how off limits you were, Steve couldn’t stop the visceral reaction he had every time you were near.

You would walk into the living room, tired after a long day of work, and he’d be sitting on the couch already watching tv. He would immediately avert his gaze, focusing on the show. Your choice of relaxation gear was a sin in itself, and the recent summer heat had only raised the level of blasphemy. “Bike shorts” is what you referred to them as. In his opinion they were basically a second skin. The thin material hid nothing, but the hem stopped half way down your thigh, giving the semblance of modesty as they were not deemed “short-shorts” or “booty shorts” or whatever the fuck people called them. The idea that they were in any way modest was a sick joke that he believed you played on him just to watch as he fidgeted in his seat.

He was convinced you knew about his difficulties with your fashion habits and that you were purposefully acting oblivious to the whole thing. Sure, Steve suspected that shorts and a crop top and no bra was comfortable, but he was about to have a heart attack. The way your body seemed to melt into the couch, so relaxed and free, not covering up any rolls or stretch marks or whatever “imperfections” society condemned women for. He couldn’t help but let his eyes trail over the intricacies that made up your figure, enraptured by the dimples that adorned your plush thighs and the way your arms sloped at a gentle curve from your shoulders. He craved wrapping his arms around your soft middle and pressing your whole body into his, feeling every curve meld against his own hard edges. He imagined pulling your thighs apart, finally fed up with how they rubbed together every time you adjusted how you were sitting. The deep line where your thighs joined promised so much more and all Steve wanted was to plunge his hand between them and conquer your perfect center.

All this floated through Steve’s head as he stood at the precipice of the bathroom doorway, not having stepped into the jarring light that shined from inside.

“Steve?” You murmured having heard his loud footsteps come to an abrupt halt on the other side of the door. “What are you waiting for? Come on in.”

Steve stepped into the steamy room, blinking at the bright light on the domed ceiling. The sea-green shower curtain was closed, but suddenly your head popped out, your hand gripping the curtain in place to hide the rest of your body.

“Can you hand me my towel?” You gestured at a neatly folded blue towel that was sitting on the sink, just out of your reach.

Steve blinked and shook his head, mentally kicking himself for his dirty thoughts. At your quizzical look, he let out a defeated sigh and grabbed the towel, sticking his arm out for you to take it. He kept his gaze lowered, still feeling guilty at how disappointed he felt.

He heard the curtain swish open and whipped his head back around. The towel was still in his hand. He dropped it on the floor, his jaw following.

There you stood, inside the shower, steam billowing around your naked form. All his imagined pictures of your beautiful body without clothes fell to the side because nothing came close to the real thing. Droplets of warm water ran down your chest, dripping off your peaked nipples. He wanted to lap at the water that pebbled around them with his tongue, follow every trail the droplets led down your body. Your silky skin glistened and your eyes twinkled in delight at how dumbstruck Steve was at just the sight of you fully bared. He seemed to be at a loss for words so you decided to give him the go ahead;

“Happy Birthday Mr. Rogers, care to join me in your own birthday suit?”

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christowhore · 3 years

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sgt-seabass · 2 years

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Dancing with Steve Rogers, but you’re collared and he’s holding the lead

Ari Levinson + luscious = ?

Pearls

Your sugar daddy takes you out shopping.

Pairing: sugardaddy!Ari Levinson x plussize!Reader

Word Count: 898

This is an explicit fic. 18+ only. part of my lake house getaway

Warnings: Ari being a menace to our pussies.

A/N: Hopefully you like this my love 💙 I hope I did Ari justice 💙 Not beta read.

“Ari, this store is far too expensive,” you admonished as your sugar daddy pulled you into the lavish clothing store off the main street.

“No price is too high for you, you know that,” Ari smirked with his pearly whites, all too excited to pull you towards the racks of clothes and lingerie as the staff greeted you enthusiastically.

You knew there was no stopping him when he got like this. And part of you did love the way the man spent on you like you were his princess. Because you were. Ari treated you like royalty, and while it was amazing, it was also nerve-wracking at times.

There was no hiding that you were above sample size. And so, when your relationship with Ari had first begun and he would take you to fancy outlets, you were sometimes left with nothing more than a frown and tear-stained eyes when they didn’t carry your extended size.

That was when Ari started researching inclusive clothing companies and ensuring each shop you entered was perfect for you. He even started investing in certain fashion companies so that they would begin to stock a more extensive range.

Ari wanted his girl to look like a million dollars, and he wasn’t averse to spending that amount to get there.

“There’s something I wanted to show you, sunshine. I heard they just got this in.” Ari’s light tone put you on edge. He was plotting something. And it usually led to you getting pinned against the dressing room wall while he railed into you.

Your breath got stuck in your throat when he placed his hand on your lower back and directed you to the lingerie section, leading you until you stood in front of something you’d never seen before.

A thong with pearls adorning the intricate lace sat before you, and you looked at Ari with wide eyes. “I- I don’t know, Ari. It’s beautiful but... It’s tiny.”

The undergarment was hardly one at all, and it would leave you revealed and vulnerable. While you trusted Ari with all your heart, you couldn’t help but get nervous at the thought of trying a new style for him.

“C’mon baby, please, I just know it’ll look so fucking good on your luscious curves.” Ari ran his hands down your arms, enveloping you from behind with a tight embrace, his hard-on pressing against your ass. “Please, try it for me.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed to try underwear on.” You tried not to be convinced just by his erection alone, but as Ari’s head dipped to place a kiss on your neck, his beard and hair tickling your skin, you could feel your resolve faltering.

“I own the store. I can do whatever I want. And I want you to try this pretty thing on immediately.” Ari picked up the thong, waving it in front of your vision until you took it from him.

You sighed as it was clear Ari had won, as always. Ari left you to go to the dressing room, speaking with the attendants as you closed over the curtain.

The dressing room matched the rest of the store. Marble floors lined the room as three full-length mirrors hung before you so you could see every angle, whether you really wanted to or not.

Knowing how much Ari hated waiting, you quickly got changed, pulling up your black dress so you could take off your purple panties and replace them with the pearly g-string.

The coolness of the pearls sent shivers through you as they rested against your pussy, and the sensation sent a flood of heat through you.

There was a rush of adrenaline as you looked in the mirror. You couldn’t deny they looked beautiful against your curves, but you were still nervous about showing Ari.

As you moved to look at your ass, you gasped at the sensation of the pearls moving against your lips. You could only imagine what it would feel like pressed against your clit.

“Sunshine, I’m coming in,” Ari announced before moving the curtain to join you in the room, the smile on his face growing wider at the sight of you. “Oh, look at you. You look fucking stunning,” he praised as he approached, quickly taking your ass into his hands to knead the flesh around the pearls.

“But, you’re not wearing it right,” Ari’s tone got darker, and you made eye contact with him in the mirror. Anticipation rose in your core as you looked at him quizzically.

Before you could question him, Ari pulled at the pearls so they tightened, pushing past your lips and brushing against your clit and cunt. “Shit! Ari!“ You gasped, head tilting back at the sudden pleasure.

Ari took the opportunity to latch his mouth against your neck, sucking marks against the delicate skin as he played with the pearls, pulling at them so they kept rubbing against your clit as your wetness began to make them slide easily.

He pulled away with a soft growl, teeth nibbling against your ear lobe. “Now, you’re gonna let me eat out that pretty pussy of yours, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll get you a pearl necklace to match. What do you say, sunshine?”

Ari’s calloused fingers joined the pearls, playing with your pussy as he looked intensely at you through the mirrors.

“Yes please, Daddy.”

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teebarnes · 3 years

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⤑ Summary: Warning(s): (18+)

Authors I recommend reading that have under 18 content.

(Please note, these authors may have 18+ content too)

⤑ Wicked-mind | @wicked-mind

⤑ Buckyswintersoldiermask | @buckyswintersoldiermask

⤑ Lex-the-flex | @lex-the-flex

⤑ Avengersassemble-fics | @avengersassemble-fics

⤑ Like-what-the-fuck-scoob | @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

Authors I recommend reading that have 18+ content.

(MINORS PLEASE DNI!)

⤑ Bonky-n-steeb | @bonky-n-steeb

⤑ Navybrat817 | @navybrat817

⤑ Whisperlullaby | @whisperlullaby

⤑ Tuiccim | @tuiccim

⤑ Nsfwsebbie | @nsfwsebbie

⤑ Gotnofucks | @gotnofucks

⤑ Wicked-mind | @wicked-mind

⤑ Propertyofpoeandbucky | @propertyofpoeandbucky

⤑ Buckycuddlebuddy | @buckycuddlebuddy

⤑ Mypoisonedvine | @mypoisonedvine

⤑ Babyboibucky | @babyboibucky

⤑ Marry Me? ~ Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

By Buckyswintersoldiermask

Summary: Steve takes you on vacation and asks you to marry him.

Warning(s): none, just fluff

⤑ Love In A Mug ~ Bucky x Reader

By Tuiccim

Summary: Every morning you find your coffee and muffin waiting for you but who is the mystery barista?

Warning(s): Fluff, ridiculous tooth-rotting fluff

⤑ Professor | Professor!Bucky x Student!wife!reader (Rec Fav!)

By @kiwisomething

Summary: newly transferred to your husband’s school, you’ve already made some friends. However, they don’t know that you’re married to the hot professor.

Warning(s): N/A. FLUUUUUUFFFFF (beware, it'll make your heart squeal!)

⤑ Long Night | Bucky x Reader (Rec Fav!)

By @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

Summary: When Y/N moves into the bedroom next door to Bucky, they gain Bucky’s trust enough to help him with his nightmares. But what happens when one night Bucky is no longer himself, but the Winter Soldier?

Warning(s): PTSD, dissasociation, nightmares/night terrors, crying, comfort, kissing, make-out session, fluff, angst.

⤑ Oversized | Bucky x Reader (Rec Fav!)

By @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

Summary: Bucky x reader. You order an oversized hoodie in the mail, and your teammates are obsessed with how cozy it feels, especially Bucky.

Warning(s): Pure fluff. Hugging underneath clothes. Avengers tower fic.

⤑ Promised to Him | Biker!Bucky x reader (18+)

By Gotnofucks

Summary: You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago.

Warning(s): Non-con, forced marriage, breeding kink, kidnapping, language, 18+ ONLY.

⤑ Flawless | Steve Rogers x Fem!plussized!reader (Rec Fav!)

By Buckyswintersoldiermask

Summary: Steve walks in on you in your underwear causing you to avoid him for a bit, but in the end he tells you what you needed to hear.

Warning(s): insecure reader, body images issues, mentions of being in underwear, mentions of being curvy.

⤑ The Hotel Bed | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

By Buckswintersoldiermask

Summary: You get an unexpected visitor on your solo mission and you have to share the room and well the bed.

Warning(s): one bed. cuddling and just basically fluff.

⤑ Angrythingstarlight {Ask} | Dad!Bucky x reader (18+)

By Angrythingstarlight

Summary: no summary, you just have to read it :)

Warning(s): smut, creampie, breeding kink, Minors DNI, 18+

⤑ Lessons In Knife Play {B.B} (18+)

By Angrythingstarlight

Summary: Bucky has a knife kink and by the time he’s done with you, you’ll have one too.

Warning(s): Inappropriate use of a knife, inappropriate use of a mirror, hint of a pain kink, semi public sex, Bucky Barnes. Smut, Minors DNI

Completed Series:

⤑ Mirrors ~ 𝙘𝙚𝙤!𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙥𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 (18+) (Rec Fav!)

By @bonky-n-steeb

Summary: When your boss is the most handsome, caring and adorable person you’ve ever met, falling for him was natural. But Steve has only loved one woman his entire life, his ex-wife Peggy; who has left him heartbroken and unbeknownst to him is manipulating him. So, who will Steve choose, his past or his present?

Warnings(s): When your boss is the most handsome, caring and adorable person you’ve ever met, falling for him was natural. But Steve has only loved one woman his entire life, his ex-wife Peggy; who has left him heartbroken and unbeknownst to him is manipulating him. So, who will Steve choose, his past or his present?

⤑ War of Hearts ~ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader (18+ Series) (Rec Fav!)

By lex-the-flex

Summary: As the world has started to change, an attempt on your life has been made. Once the news spreads, the famous Bodyguard, Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes has be assigned to protect you. However, when the tension starts to rise, Bucky realises he must do everything in his power to keep you safe.

Warnings(s): Fluff, a large amount of it, action, descriptions of violence and injuries, angst, 18+ - voyeurism, smut, sexual assault, stalking, kidnaping, slight drug use, death, and language. MINORS DNI

⤑ From Then, 'Till Now ~ The Winter Soldier/ Bucky Barnes x Reader

By lex-the-flex

Summary: For the last seventy years, the assassin known as the Winter Soldier has been the main impromptu for the organisation known as Hydra. In 1994, the wicked soldier took many lives beyond his control, including your father’s in a sabotaged assignment. As the years progressed, the man broke free from the Hydra programming, as you continued to live your life shrouded by ignorance. Now, as the two of you are free from your shackles, your minds are finally at ease. That is, until you ran into the real Bucky Barnes. Now, can you teach him how to be human again?

Warnings(s): Fluff, (Of course!) large amounts of it, action, violence, slight brainwashing and mentions of it, descriptions of injuries, brief mention of smut?, frustrated reader and Bucky, equal amounts of PTSD, (so if you’re uncomfortable, then please don’t read). Finally, it takes place in the MCU, and the movie’s timeline. So don’t worry about an AU!

⤑ Love, Above ~ Ikaris the Eternal x reader {Soulmate Pairing} (18+ Series)

By lex-the-flex

Summary: The Eternals have been around since the creation of the Solar System. They’ve shaped the Earth and have lived through its vast history. Now, the year is 2024, and the Leader of the Eternals known as Ikaris is starting to believe if he’ll never feel love again. That is, until he meets you, and you both learn how to love.

Warnings(s): Fluff (tons), action, descriptions of violence and injuries, angst, mentions of and heartbreak, mentions of abusive relationship, self isolation/self loathing, alcohol consumption, language, and smut, 18+ - MINOR DNI.

⤑ I'll Love You Forever ~ Bucky Barnes x Powered Reader

By Buckyswintersoldiermask

Summary: Your time with Bucky in Wakanda. (Post credits scenes of Civil War and Black Panther)

Warnings(s): fluff, slight angst, crying.

⤑ The Super Soldier and His Friend ~ Bucky Barnes x friend!reader

Summary: When you’re friends with a 106 year old Super Soldier, anything can happen.

Warnings(s): Angst, Fluff, all chapters have their own warnings.

⤑ Stark's Girl ~ Steve Rogers x Stark!reader (18+ Series) (Rec Fav!)

By Avengersassemble-fic (Check below in ongoing series for the sequel to this)

Summary: Tony Stark is a good man. He has lost his entire family yet lives his life devoting himself to helping others. Steve Rogers never knew the secret that Tony has kept since his parents death long ago, but it finally comes out, and everything makes a little more sense. Things change for the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist when someone he thought long gone, has been alive this entire time. And Steve has to learn how to keep his secret from everyone around him, without hurting those he cares the most about.

Warnings(s): Author hasn't mentioned but from reading: Sad! sad sad, Smut (18+ MINORS DNI), Angst, fluff, swearing hehe.

⤑ Almost Had Me Beliving It ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader (18+) (Rec Fav!) By Tuiccim

Summary: An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbour causes trouble in paradise.

Warnings(s): Fluff, angst, mutual pining, smut NSFW 18+ ONLY.

Ongoing Series:

⤑ Sweet Dreams ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader | ?Avengers x Reader (Rec Fav!)

By @bonky-n-steeb

Summary: Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you’ve caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections?

Warning(s): yandere, obsession, stalking, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering, please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

⤑ The Match ~ CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader (18+) (Rec Fav!)

By babyboibucky

Summary: You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.

Warnings(s): Smut! Boss x employee affair, office sex and all that filthy stuff, 18+ only!!!

⤑ Invisible Ink ~ Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader + Steve Rogers x Fem!reader (18+)

By navybrat817

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Summary: The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlour want to make you their best girl

Warnings(s): Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, flirting, tension, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.

⤑ Visible Mark ~ Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader + Steve Rogers x Fem!reader (18+)

By navybrat817

Part One | Part Two

Summary: Being Bucky and Steve's best girl feels too good to be true.

Warnings(s): Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), feels, slight angst, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.

⤑ New Perspective ~ ModernAU!Steve Rogers x Reader

By Avengersassemble-fic

Summary: Life seems to be falling apart around you as your husband of three years suddenly reveals an affair, and seeks a divorce. Your perfect life is flipped upside down with his revelation and you have to learn how to be you again. An unforeseen friendship starts to bloom between you and your neighbours new lover, but will these late night rooftop rambles be enough to keep you from going completely batshit crazy in the turmoil of your life?

Warnings(s): Author hasn't put any as far as I am aware but from reading: Fluff, angst, sad, mentions of sex, there are a few others but those would spoil it :) so you'll have to read it.

⤑ Stark's Legacy ~ Possible Bucky Barnes x Reader

By Avengersassemble-fic

Summary: Following the events of Stark’s Girl, explore the world post-Blip, post-Tony Stark’s death. A look into the deep trauma of losing family and love, the history of HYDRA and the unknown brutal assassin program they hid for years, and the real truth about what happened in Paris 2015.

Warnings(s): Angst, Sadness, Fluff, Alcohol, Swearing.

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