#curtis everett and plus!sized reader

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Curtis and Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂

Week One: Dried Leaves or Lots of Candles

Summary- 1.2k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Curtis spoils you after a long day at school.

Warnings- Reader uses past coping mechanisms from when she was dating her ex.

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Curtis and Honey This or That Masterlist

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

“I’m sure the store thought I was crazy.” Curtis muttered into the phone while Tanya on the other end scoffed. 

“I’m sure your romantic gesture just wooed half the ladies in that store while you were purchasing every candle in the place.” 

Curtis wrestled his door open while having the phone tucked in his shoulder, several bags in his hold were groaning at how heavy they were, threatening to burst if he didn’t hurry up getting them set down. “Maybe the guy who checked me out thought so? He also questioned if I was impressing someone or doing a satanic ritual. ” Curtis glanced around to see the house was empty, short of Binx who meowed at him from one of the kitchen stools, blinking at him lazily like Curtis was disturbing him. The black cat purred when Curtis set his multiple bags down to run a hand over his ear and gave a scritch along his jawline.

Tanya laughed hard into the phone. “What did you say?” 

“Told him it wasn’t his business and handed him the cash. Let him wonder what the fuck I’m up to.” Curtis shut the door with a bump of his foot. 

“Well yes, now everyone working at that store really will think you're crazy.” 

“As if I care. Alright, I gotta go, Honey is gonna be here soon and I still need to clean up a bit.” 

“Okay, she is going to love it Curtis, see you in the office Monday.” 

“Yup, bye.” He hung up the phone quickly to slip it into his pocket. Upstairs he had a lot to do and not a lot of time to get it done. 

The week seemed to never end and honestly, your nerves and tolerance for anything was at the end. The kids had been wild, and restless after their summer away. Getting them back on track with the nice weather outside and stuffy classroom inside was proving to be a challenge. Not to mention the constant reminders from the school board that they were underfunded, understaffed, and expected to give more with limited supplies. You had already dipped into your banking account to get what your room minimally deserved and to have to be told that you were expected to do better was like a physical jab. 

You were just ready to tell all of them to fuck off. 

But now it was the weekend, for a few hours at least you could unwind and maybe forget the school's issues. You had the newest Katee Roberts book on your kindle and you were sure that after Curtis’s week as well, the two of you weren’t going anywhere but the living room couch to decompress. 

It was really all you could hope for and wanted at this point. Going up the steps, you started to mentally discuss with Curtis how a night in was all you could handle for today at least. 

It was easier to expect every scenario with him, be prepared for anything, because people could be unpredictable. Jake taught you that early in the relationship. His reactions could be wildly out of control, often getting mad and upset when you didn’t want to go along with whatever he wanted to do. 

Those times you would stand your ground with him, you had to be ready for kind of accusation thrown your way. 

And old habits die hard still. 

So now you were mentally thinking about Curtis getting angry at your suggestion, that he wanted to go out, hang with you and his friends, and how you would respond. The door swung open to a dim house. “Curtis?” You called out as you set your school bag on the floor to shrug out of your jacket. 

He popped around the corner from the livingroom, his gaze swiftly going up and down you while you pulled your shoes off. “Hey Honey, how was your day? It sounded rough from your message this afternoon.” Reaching you, he grasped your coat from you to hang it up. 

“Still long, didn’t really get any better. Um, did you want me to go out tonight with you?” 

Curtis paused from hanging up your jacket, seeming to try to find how he wanted to answer your question. “I mean… Did you want to Honey? I was planning on staying home, I already called Paulie and told him I wasn’t tending the bar tonight.” 

“Actually that's perfect for me too. I just want to stay here, crash on the couch and unwind. You know, forget this week in the laziest way possible.” 

Curtis nodded as he listened, holding out his hand to you and when you took it, stepping into him, he hugged you loosely, his hands rubbing up and down your back. “I might have something that would work for you Honey.” 

“I don’t know how it can be any better than crashing on the couch though?” You questioned with an arch of your brows and Curtis pressed a kiss to your forehead, tugging you with him. 

“Come upstairs with me and I will show you?” He easily eased you towards the stairs, pausing to let you decide if you wanted to follow.

“I’m always up for your show and tells.” You continued up the stairs, catching his huff of a laugh at your lame school term. When you two reached the upper hallway and to the master bedroom, you caught sight of all the candles, glimmering to fill the dark bedroom in the softest of light. “Oh…” You sighed softly in appreciation at it all. 

“Mmh, I thought maybe…” Curtis eased open the bathroom door to show even more glowing candles around the tub, your favorite bubbles and a glass of wine sitting on the sinks edge, a book resting on the closed toilet seat. “This would help you feel better after this past week.” 

It was hard not to be moved by the gift he gave you, the offering of relaxation among hot bubble bath and flickering candles making an atmosphere that you just wanted to get lost in. “This is wonderful Curtis.” You turned in his hold to look up at him, pressing kisses to his jawline and hugging around him. “But that tub isn’t big enough for us both.” You frowned a bit, your forehead wrinkling at him having to miss out on enjoying this relaxation with you. 

“Yeah, one day I plan on fixing that.” He rubbed at your back. “But how about you go ahead and soak, I can read to you?” He plucked up the book he brought in.

You really didn’t know how to react the gesture, immediately going to say he did enough already, he shook his head at you to silence you. “I’m offering Honey because I want to do this with you, not because I feel like I have to.”

All you could do was smile up at him. “I would really appreciate that.” You eased from his hold, breathing in a deep calming breath to let all your earlier worries start to drift away. Curtis let his hands slide down your sides to grasp your shirt. “Thank you for taking care of me Curtis, for loving me.” 

“You make it easy to do Honey.” Was his response as you lifted your arms and he eased your shirt off you to land back into the bedroom beyond.

[thezombieprostitute]

This is a very Curtis image

Okay! I finally found a good prompt to go with this!!! Thank you for your patience, Roo!

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze Challenge.

Prompt: the new boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other at the family dinner

A/N2: Written in the Fate series. Reader is Tall and Plus Size female.

Warnings: Implied alcoholism. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part 4

Series Masterlist

"You're sure you don't mind going with me?"

"I'm sure," Curtis tells you yet again, still no change in his tone or demeanor. "Family is important and you want me to meet them. I'm even wearing my good boots."

"Ooo, fancy," you smirk." And they want to meet you, too. Even after I told them what you do for a living."

"Why wouldn't they want to meet the auto shop owner that's dating their daughter?" he teases.

Playfully rolling your eyes you retort, "you know I had to tell them everything. Thanks for letting me do that, by the way. They're surprisingly relaxed about me dating a biker president."

Curtis shrugs, "doesn't hurt that I treat you like the queen you are. Nor that we're part of BACA."

"That reminds me, do your guys need help delivering the gifts for the neighborhood kids?"

"They've got it covered," he promises. "And we've coordinated with the local Santa's to make sure we're not stepping on anyone's toes."

"Damn you're good at running things," you coo. "If we didn't have places to be I'd be taking you to bed."

Curtis smiles wickedly before pulling in for a deep kiss that leaves your knees weak. You moan into his mouth just before he pulls away. "Let's get going," he winks.

"Tease!" you smile back at him.

The initial introductions go well. Both parents are happy to finally meet Curtis and he's polite, respectful and offers to help however he can.

"You just enjoy yourself, Curtis," Sophie, your mother, tells him.

"And feel free to indulge in some of the mulled wine," David, your father, adds. "Just make sure Joe over there doesn't talk you into getting a glass for him."

David points to where your Uncle Joe is sitting, looking ready to hit someone. You never understood why he kept getting an invite but your mother insists it's in the spirit of believing people can be better. While you understand she wants to see the best in everyone, especially her brother, his record still shouldn't be ignored.

Curtis makes note of his distinguishing features so as not to get him mixed up with another family member before turning back to David with a simple "got it" and a nod.

Your father won't say it any time soon but he really appreciates the gravity with which Curtis responds. Like you, he's been trying cut Joe off the invite list. Forgiveness been be a great thing but he knows Joe takes it for granted. Again, he won't say it any time soon, but he's glad you found someone whose clearly got a good head on their shoulders.

Meanwhile you and Sophie are doing some triple checking of the food, making sure everything's going to be ready on time. In between checking the different foods, your mother also checks in with you.

"He's certainly handsome," she chats. "Even with that beard."

"I love that beard," you gently counter.

She playfully rolls her eyes. "I do worry that, between his business and his...club, does he have enough time for you?"

"It's been a challenge, for both of us," you admit. "But when his...people realized how serious we are about each other, they really stepped up. Especially his little brother Edgar."

"So you're not just getting a man, you're getting a community?"

You pause for a moment. "Yeah, pretty much."

She nods in approval. "It's nice to know you have people looking out for you. Even if they're not my...favorite kind of people, I trust your judgment."

Your conversation is disrupted by shouting from the dining room. You recognize Uncle Joe's timbre and you can guess at what's happening. You and Sophie hurry out of the kitchen and, sure enough, he's pitching a fit at Curtis. It hasn't come to blows, thankfully, but you don't mind the idea of rushing Joe to the emergency room because you know who would win the fight.

It seems like Joe knows as well because, for all of his posturing and yelling, he's yet to get too close to Curtis. For his part, Curtis is standing firm between Joe and the mulled wine, looking at him like he does one of the drunks at Snowpiercer when they try to yell at Tanya or Andrew. To Joe's credit he's not backing down but you're pretty sure it's because he doesn't know what Curtis is capable of. You stop your mom from interfering, pointing out that it's just some yelling. There's no throwing of things, and that's progress for a Christmas with him. Best part, he's getting it out of his system now as opposed to when all your nieces and nephews arrive.

The lack of escalation on Curtis's part seems to do the trick and, after a few minutes, Uncle Joe seems to wear himself out. No one's coming to support him or try to stop him, so he opts to just storm out. Sophie goes to follow but David stops her, encouraging her to just let him walk it off. "He'll be back when he's ready," he assures.

Knowing this can't be easy for her you encourage her through distraction, urging her to get the presents for her grandkids ready while you take care of the food for a bit. She nods and smiles a thank you before heading upstairs to get them.

You pull Curtis by the front of the shirt into the kitchen so you can give him thank-you kisses in between food prep steps.

After a few minutes you're interrupted by a polite cough from your mother. "If you're going to do that, you should do it upstairs," she winks. Turning to Curtis she says, "thank you for not escalating with my brother. I...he's had a rough life and...I try to help him but..."

"You want your brother to be happy like you," Curtis interjects. "I have a little brother as well. Almost went down the wrong path several times. Lost track of how many fights we've had." Your mom nods in understanding. "Sometimes you need that lenient mercy, like you've been granting him. But you still need to hold firm with rules and boundaries."

"And that is something I've been lax about," she admits. "So thank you for helping me see it." You raise an eyebrow at her, silently saying, I've been telling you this for years. She shakes her head, "in my defense, it's different when someone who doesn't have history with him points it out. Now come on, the grandkids will be here soon so we better have the food ready."

As soon as the kids show up, they're on Curtis. The older ones think he's cool because of the tattoos and the fact that he's a biker. The younger ones love climbing all over him. You're extra grateful he wore his good, clean boots because the toddlers are latching onto his legs and demanding rides all over the house. He's definitely happy to oblige them.

The house is filled with laughter and fun all day. You do catch your mother looking out the front door, checking her phone, looking for any sign her brother is coming back. You make sure to hug her during those moments.

It isn't until after your sisters and their kids head out that Joe comes back, hat in his hands, looking contrite.

"I...I'm sorry," he mumbles. "I let my temper get the best of me and...and I missed out on a great meal and time with the only family that'll take me in."

"Where'd you run off to?" your mother asks, pulling him inside the house.

"I called my sponsor, the anger management one. We talked out a few things. I...I'm sorry."

Sophie hugs him, "it's Christmas! It's the time for reconciliation!"

Curtis and David both move to interject. You hold back Curtis so your dad can talk to her.

"Reconciliation, yes," David begins. "But with evidence of improvement." Uncle Joe just nods. Your dad smiles, "we saved you a plate from the leftovers."

Part 4

Series Masterlist

Tagging:

@alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[holylulusworld]

The assistant (9) - Revenge for champions

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, Steve Rogers being annoying, arguments

The assistant masterlist

The assistant (8) – A Captain and six brothers

That bastard is still out there. He’s lurking,” Lloyd grumbles angrily. “Let me get the big guns out. I’ll kill him with one precise blow to his ugly face.”

“Lloyd we talked about this. We won’t kill Captain America,” Andy tuts. He checks on the security cameras again.

“But the thought is nice—” Lloyd flashes his brother a smirk. “Right? Don’t you want to lose control sometimes and just punch the asshole?”

“You’ll only break your hand,” you grab Lloyd’s hand before he can punch an invisible enemy. “We talked about this. Let me handle my former boss. He’s stubborn but will lose interest soon enough.”

“I don’t think he will leave anytime soon,” Ari looks out of the window to keep an eye on Steve. He’s sitting in front of the gate, pouting like an angry child.

“Fine,” you huff. “He leaves me no choice.” You get your phone out to call someone to get Steve off your friends’ property. “I hate getting him involved, but this can’t be helped.”

“Gentlemen,” Tony watches you and the brothers step out of the mansion. He grins and licks his lips at Steve’s reaction. The captain barks orders at your friends, ready to take the gate down.

“Mr. Stark, thank you for coming,” you usher the brothers toward the gate. “I didn’t know what else to do. The captain won’t believe me that I stay at my friends’ place on free terms.”

Tony flashes you a smile. He’s still disappointed that you didn’t want to work for him but understands that you needed space and tried to start a new life, with a new job. 

“Anything for you, darling,” he gives you a curt nod before turning his attention toward Steve. “Cap, we should go now. There’s nothing for us to do here.”

“Tony, they are holding Y/N hostage,” Steve points at you standing next to the brothers. Ari, Lloyd, and Curtis immediately crowd you. “See, they won’t let her breathe. I can only imagine what they have done to her since she came here.”

“OH, yeah,” Tony smirks at his friend. “She looks very displeased.” He quirks a brow. 

“See—” Steve nods. “You can see it too!”

“Steve, I tried to be sarcastic. Y/N is glowing and looks happy. We should leave her and her friends alone.”

“No! I won’t leave her to these vultures wanting to take advantage of her kindness and innocence. I have to save her!”

“Ah,” the cocky billionaire nods thoughtfully. “I think we are having a Snow White situation here.” Tony smirks at his friend. 

“What do you mean, asshat?” Lloyd grunts, ready to fight Iron Man and Captain America if he must.

“Seven guys longing for one woman?” Tony snickers. “Six brothers and one Captain trying to win the beautiful princess’s heart over.”

“I understand that reference, but I’m not a dwarf, Tony,” Steve grunts. “If she’s Snow White, then I’m the Prince Charming!” He points at the brother. “And these men are not friendly dwarfs but criminals and kidnappers.”

“Hey! I’m not a dwarf either, Iron Bucket,” Lloyd angrily glares at Tony. “I know you were always good to Y/N, but I won’t let you get away with insulting me…or my brothers.”

“Wait! I think Snow White got seven dwarfs, right?” Mike throws in. He furrows his brows, struggling to remember the fairytale their mother used to read to him. “We are only six.”

“This makes Captain asshole the seventh dwarf,” Curtis laughs loudly. “I think he’s the one they called Dopey. He doesn’t understand the simplest things.”

“I’ll free Y/N!” Steve points his index finger at Curtis. “You won’t hurt her on my watch.”

“Hurt her?” Jake has had enough. He steps toward the gate, hands wrapping around the bars. Jake sneers at Steve and grits his teeth. “The only person hurting her was you! She lost her job, the one she loved because you wanted to stick your dick into that stupid bitch’s snatch. What a man you are. Ordering food for everyone but the sweet woman saving your ungrateful ass every day.”

“You know nothing about me and Y/N!” Steve angrily replies. “I-I made mistakes but tried to apologize. When I came to her home, she was gone. Kidnapped by you and your brothers!”

“We didn’t kidnap her! Y/N is my friend. She came to my café to tell me about all the shit you pulled on her. Day after day she worked her cute ass off to make your life easier. Was it too much to ask for that you gave her a little respect and paid for her fucking lunch?” Jake kicks the bars. “I swear, you’re lucky the gate is in between us. If not, you’d be dog food.”

“Whoa, Jakie,” Lloyd places his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Freaking out and threatening people to kill them is my job. How about you bring Y/N back inside and leave this job to me and Ari.”

“She stands right behind you, Lloyd,” you grunt and slap Lloyd’s ass. “I can speak for myself.” You step next to Jake to look Steve in the eyes. “Listen, I know you believe what you are doing is the right thing, but you couldn’t be more wrong. These men are my friends. Jake is my friend and he’d never hurt me. Please just leave.”

“But they—” Steve points at Lloyd. “I don’t trust them. I know you are kind and believe people are always good, but there are bad people out there, who want to take advantage of a pretty girl like you. I can’t let them do this to you.”

“My friends won’t harm me in any way,” you purse your lips. “I’m not like Sandy, a damsel in distress. I don’t look tough like Agent Romanoff, but I know how to defend myself.”

“She can defend herself,” Ari places his hand on your shoulder, “but she doesn’t have to. We are here to defend her and her honor. So, if you’d kindly fuck off now, we want to have dinner with our lovely Y/N.”

“Tony, don’t you have anything to say?” Steve despairs. He can see the determination in your eyes and can only hope you are not wrong. He’d never forgive himself if these men take advantage of you. “Do something!”

“Alright,” Tony claps his hands. “I got enough of this, kiddos. I’m too old for this shit.” He says. “Even though, Capsicle is older than me.” 

“Tony!” 

“How about you let Steve stay for the night? He promises to behave, and you promise to let him have a look at Y/N’s room.”

“He can have a look at my ass before I let him inside my home!” Lloyd points at his ass. 

“Uh-I don’t know,” Mike murmurs. “If he can have a look around the house and sees that we are treating Y/N with respect, he’ll leave us alone.”

“I hate to say it, but Mike ain’t wrong,” Andy throws in. “He won’t leave and I’m not much into getting spied on. Having Captain America lurk around your house is bad for our reputation. People will start asking questions.”

Steve watches the brothers and you discuss Tony’s suggestion. He uses his enhanced hearing to listen to your heartbeat. Your heart beats normally. You’re not afraid at the moment, but he’s still not convinced that you are not in danger.

“Fine by me.” Steve finally says. 

“The shield stays outside,” Lloyd points at Steve’s shield. “…and you won’t set foot into our home wearing your ugly suit. Civilian clothes, no shield.”

“He’ll follow your rules and leave your house, tomorrow morning,” Tony stretches his hand out. “I give you my word, Mr. Hansen.”

“I’ll keep you up on that promise,” Lloyd grabs Tony’s hand. He squeezes hard, making sure Tony knows the man in front of him isn’t afraid of Iron Man at all. “If you break it…well…you don’t want to know what happens if you fuck with Lloyd Hansen.”

“Revenge for champions will happen,” Ari grunts. He points at Tony. “You better keep your buddy in line. If not, I’ll release the beast.”

“…I’m the beast,” Lloyd smirks darkly. “I love letting hellfire rain down on my enemies. Especially when I can defend our sweet Y/N…”

Part 10

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[steviebbboi]

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge!

Howdy lads~ exciting news to share:

I just reached a 200 follower count on Tumblr 🎉🎉🎉

I kinda can't believe it? Writing is indeed good for my soul. Interacting with y'all on here has helped me with my mental and emotional wellness due to just finding such great community on here. Thank you for giving me the space to write and for following along/supporting in my writing journey 💖

With that spiel spoken, I wanted to host a writing challenge in celebration of this milestone! *squealing because i'm so excited to host*

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist

*you'll find all writing submissions and writing requests (answered) at the link above*

You could participate by sending in either:

✨ writing request via my Asks (💙)

and/or

✨ writing submissions (💥).

General Rules:

the challenge will start October 1st until the end of November (flexible on late entries for submissions only💥; let's say till mid-December or so).

I'll read/write for Chris Evans characters, Henry Cavill Characters, and Charlie Hunnam characters [and Bucky Barnes specifically lol] (these are my preferences but if there are other characters that you'd like to bring in, just ask me)!

for writing requests 💙, i will only be accepting requests (2 max/person; pls do not send more than 2 asks!) until the end of November.

for writing submissions 💥, go wild! submit as many as you like!

you can do both (send in a writing request 💙 AND send in a writing submission(s)💥) if you want to; rules still apply for the requests though.

use at least one prompt within your request 💙/submissions💥 from the lists below (but def. go crazy if you wanna use more than one! you don't have to claim any prompts).

works can be inclusive! poc, gender neutral, neurodivergencies, mid size/plus size/curvy readers are encouraged!

No word limits but please use a 'read more' after 200 words

Works can be part of an existing series but must be able to stand on their own

tag me @steviebbboi and use the tags #bbboi200celebration and #steviebbboiwritingchallenge in your entry so i can read/reblog your work! (If I somehow lose sight of your submission, please remind me and I'll take a look at it right away ☺️)

Most important one: Have fun!

How To Play:

✨ You must be 18+ to participate in this challenge!

✨ Choose one (or multiple 😏) BB's:

Chris Evans Characters

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Curtis Everett

Andy Barber

Hayden/Harvard Hottie

Nick Gant

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Henry Cavill Characters

Clark Kent

Napoleon Solo

Geralt of Rivia

August Walker

Charlie Hunnam Characters

Jax Teller

Raymond Smith *extra brownie pts if you write about him omg*

King Arthur

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes [he's all by himself im so sorry lmfao 🥹]

✨ Choose one (or more) of the following prompts:

*if you don't want to write smut, you don't have to choose anything from the kinks prompt! feel free to only use the following two prompts :)

soft dom!BB

clothes/naked ratio

size kink

slow and deep 👀

breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)

somnophilia

free use

cockwarming

belly bulge

Squirting

consensual non-con

consensual dub-con

cumeating

creampie

anal/or dp

possessive/or protective manhandling!BB

oral sex

orgasm delay

dumbification

daddy/princess kink

overstimulation

sex pollen

prone bone

cockdrunk

threesome (BB/Reader/BB)

ass/pussy spanking

mild degradation

body worshipping

quickie/don't get caught (public sex, threats of exhibitionism, etc.) 😏

Grouchybb! who is only soft with you

Married and loyal!spouse

A/B/O

lumberjack!bb who is a teddy bear on the inside tho

mob AU

biker AU

soulmate AU

mutual pining/idiots in love

childhood besties to lovers

reformed playboy

professor AU

supernatural/mythical (gods, sirens, werewolves, witches, vampires, ghosts, oh my!)

frenemies to lovers

fwb to lovers

locked in AU/forced proximity

medieval AU

fake dating/relationship

sharing one bed

polar opposites attract

break up and make up

spy AU

meet cute

cowboy AU

gentle recluse!BB

brothers best friend!BB

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yes, take it, slut"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"God, why do you always do this"

"You're impossible."

"Then I guess we gotta be quiet, huh?"

"We're trapped."

"Shh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear, or do you?"

"You're taking me so well, baby"

"Good girl" *for fem readers; adjust accordingly!*

"Tsk, uh-uh, c'mere, honey"

"You always feel so good around me, baby"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Here, let me help you."

"Yeah, are you a cockhungry slut, now?"

"I hardly think that that's necessary."

"Don't be a brat, baby."

"Aw, does it feel good right there?"

"I'm sorry!"

"What do you want from me?!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"What do you think you're doing here?"

"Nope. Again."

"Don't worry, I got you."

"Just stay still, there you go."

"Just one more, I promise."

"C'mon, don't you wanna be good?"

"Stay over there!"

"You better hurry up, baby."

"Thaaaat's it, you're doing so well, honey."

"Uhm, I'm not sure that's going to work."

"Please, I'll beg, please!"

"Be honest."

"Be careful there, darlin'."

"Are you okay?"

"Are you sure you wanna go there?"

Scenarios? Any! Go. Wild.

✨ I love reading/writing angst w/HEA, soft dark (nothing too dark though), fluff and SMUT (as you can see w/the many many kinks).

no incest (stepcest is ok if tasteful lol), no infidelity, no watersports, no murder, no gore. if you're unsure if a trope is appropriate, ask me!

if im ever uncomfy with writing something, i will lyk and we can talk more about it to see if we could work with it!

feel free to ask any questions!

i think i got everything!

Have the best time, laddies~ thanks for celebrating with me!

All are welcome to join in the fun! ❣️

Tagging a few mutuals who may be interested but no pressure bbs:

@bigtreefest @mercurial-chuckles @stargazingfangirl18 @yenzys-lucky-charm

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork @buckets-and-trees @hotdamnhunnam @laurfilijames

@autumnrose40 @eloquentlytired @misscherry-26 @stellar-solar-flare

@darsynia @navybrat817

[imaginedreamwrite]

Biker!Curtis Everett x chateau owner!Reader — she inherited a ski lodge/chateaus that she needs to fix up with some help, gets screwed over by a contractor and meets Curtis when she tries to fix it herself

Biker!Lloyd Hansen x nurse!Reader — Lloyd is frequent visitor to the ER because he has a hot-head and gets into fights often, he has his own code Handlebar and usually gets the same nurse every time

Biker!Johnny Storm x ??

Biker!Nick Fowler x school teacher!plus-size!Reader — He’s aggressive and terrifying, she’s sweet and soft who loves kids and wants to help shape the future. Not sure how they’d meet but

Biker!Steve x deaf/hearing impaired!reader?

[minervadashwood]

ready to let the impending darkness consume me.

The DUFF 3

Warnings: groping, insecurity, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

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You don’t know what to do. How do these things work? Do you just take your clothes and go? Do you wait until he wakes up?

You’re really not sure what happens next. You've only seen the morning after in movies and they don't exactly reflect real life.

You’re stuck beneath his arm, slung around you from behind. The scent of his sweat and yours clings to the blankets. You hug your chest as you stare at the wall and try to untangle the riddle of how to proceed.

You shift one leg against the other and repress a groan. He’s left you sore but delectably so. Each brush of your thighs reminds you of how he felt inside you, all the same inspiring a sense of hollowness.

As you try to ease the weight off your shoulder, he hums and his arm curls around you. He pulls himself closer, flush to your back, and you freeze. The soft hair along his chest presses against you and his bicep bulges as he squeezes you tight. He nuzzles behind your ear and you feel a twitch against your ass. Oh.

Maybe there’s more? Maybe it isn’t over? But you know that men often have some nocturnal activity uninspired by reality. 

You slip your arm from under the blanket and touch his wrist. You contemplate escape. You don’t want him to wake up sober and realise what he’s done. You don’t want to ruin this. 

You try to lift his arm but he merely holds you tighter. He elicits a growl that whisks against the shell of your ear. You give up almost at once. His nose brushes your lobe as he breathes you in.

“Don’t leave,” he purrs, gentle but firm.

“I… should,” you eke out.

“Mmmm,” he burrows his nose in your hair, “why?”

You swallow. You don’t have an answer for him. It’s Saturday. You don’t have work and your friends won’t be awake till noon with how much they drank. So what do you tell him? I should go before you see me?

“Stay,” he hooks his leg around yours and pulls it back, “for me, bunny.”

Your cheeks bloom with heat. Bunny? That’s cute, it doesn’t quite fit you, does it?

He runs his fingertips up your arm, a trail of goosebumps speckling your skin. His fingers dance along your shoulder before he slides beneath the blanket. You hold your breath, tense as he delves further, following the curve of your body to your waist.

“Please,” you choke out, “don’t–”

You frantically reach beneath the blanket and stop his hand as he touches your stomach. You cringle as his rough palm brushes your middle. He hums and rolls his hips.

“What? God, you’re so hot, baby,” he kneads your stomach.

You blink and your lips part dryly. Your heart flutters as hot adrenaline surges through your veins. Could he really want someone like you?

He drags his hand from beneath yours and traces the line of your pelvis. He draws circles there, inching closer and closer to your cunt. You shudder as he keeps your legs parted, his own still curled around your knee.

“Curtis…” you murmur.

“Shh, bunny, just… relax,” he coaxes as he cups his hand over your pussy.

You gasp as he spreads your lips with his index and ring fingers. You bite the tip of your tongue as he presses his middle finger against your clit and flicks. Your hips spasm and you squeeze his forearms. You feel his tendons and bulging veins against your palm. He’s so perfect but he treats you better than.

He rolls his fingertips around your bud, keeping a stirring pressure as he huffs into your hair. You heave as your insides coil in delight. He snarls as he urges you on, playing with you until your whimpering and desperate.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” he growls, “I know you can cum for me. Hmm?”

You squeak as your muscles string tight. Your nerves storm in your core and ping off each other as the tension builds. You clutch his arm tight as you brace yourself for your orgasm.

“You want me to put it in? You gotta cum for me, okay? You gotta be ready for me, bunny.”

You moan as your walls quiver. You want him and your body clenches at the thought of having him. You push your head back as you surrender to him. You squeal as your climax crashes into you, shaking your body as you buck wildly against his hand. He purrs and helps you through, rubbing your clit until you're weak and senseless.

“How do you want me, baby?” He trails his hand along your pelvis, wiping your slickness up to your hip.

“I… I…” you can’t answer. What can you say? You just want him.

“Can I have you like this, baby?” He wiggles his dick against your ass. He rigid and wanting.

You gulp and nod, moaning out a slew of gibberish.

He inhales and holds in the air. He reaches to your thigh and pushes your leg higher. He hooks his other arm beneath you as he shifts even closer. Your head lolls on the pillow and you arch your back as he guides your body.

He snakes his hand down and tilts his pelvis, catching his tip between his fingers as he frames your cunt. He rests his cheek against your head as he inches into you, letting out his breath as he slowly buries himself as deep as he can. He holds himself there as you squirm and clench around him.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing good,” he preens as he pulls back, “hmm, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” He slides in again and once more stays sheathed in you, “do you feel how you fit me so perfect?”

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Baby gazing

Comments Welcome and reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere 18+ just in case as always nothing but fluff chris being a dad if thts a warning

Part 2 here

I woke up suddenly. Not to a baby crying or a shrieking but rather me reaching out and finding a cold spot a very cold spot

"Chris?" I said softly maybe he was in the bathroom or I don't know. I sat up. Still confused. The ensuite was open slightly the light was on

"Chris?" I said into the opening I heard nothing opened the door fully and walked in. It was empty. So I turned the light off and closes the door. He would've heard me if he was in the walk in but if he was there instead of bed I'd murder him. Why I dont know. I blame hormones.

"Chris?" I hiss out the door. I didnt hear anything. And Sodger wasn't here because of the baby. The baby. Of course but the bed was very cold. I quietly walk to where the Nursery is, not too far from our room and the door is open and hes just standing there staring.

I wish I had my phone to take a few pictures. My phone. Ugh what am I in a bad horror movie I should always take my phone.

I walk up to him taking his hand

"Chris, honey what are you doing?"

"Watching her."

"She sleeping."

"I know she's so beautiful look at her so peaceful."

"She is isn’t she. And her hair. I think she has the cutest curls." I really wanted to play with them but now was not the time. If she woke up she'd want cuddles and to eat and my body heat or Chris for the rest of the night and mamas gotta sleep so does dada but his brain isn't receiving memos correctly

" I went to get water and I wanted to check on her."

"You got water from the bathroom."

He had turned and looked at me

"You left the light on. Not exactly the on the way back from the bathroom."

"I took a detor"

"I can tell," I wisper, "pretty far detour considering it's not in our room. Babe you have camera and monitors. Shes fine. Look I love her just like you but we need rest hon. Hes pouting and it's the cutest thing ever but its not making me change my mind and what let him stand here hours on end. Nope.

I get Chris to come back to bed and lay across his torso like dead weight because I know what will happen the ninute I fall a sleep and he chuckles.

"Is it so bad to want to watch my baby girl." He plays with my hair.

"I guess not but what if she does something so unbelievably cute or starts to climb and your miss it cause your tired?" I pout

"Or even more, trying to watch two of them you have less than nine months to figure it out." I smirk turning on my side

What?

"You heard me," I smirk. I play Chris like a fiddle. Hopefully he'll get some sleep, after all we're watching our friends baby for the weekend. But I have a feeling Chris won't figure it out for a bit. Hehehe

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Curtis Everett x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Written for @buckysbirdie 's Birthday Bash Writing Challenge! So, I used @tinabelcherseroticfriendfiction 's great idea of using d6s & d20s to choose a prompt and I got:

🍨 Paper Bowl: Chris Evans characters outside of the MCU

🍦 Make Your Own (AU)

🥥 First date

🍐 Person A saves Person B’s day

🍊 Picnic

🥝 A catches B singing while doing chores/cooking/ whatever

words: ~800

warnings: a jealous (and a bit possesive) Curtis, mentions of sex (p in v, unprotected, creampie), mostly fluff but it's not a Curtis Everett fic if he doesn't mildly threaten someone 🥰 lol

a/n: Happy Bday Birdie! 🥳💖 This was super fun!! (I might do another one since this one came to me so fast lol)

a/n: unbeta'd & edited by me. moodboard by me. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't :)

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You decided on having a picnic for your first date together. A picnic. Curtis doesn't know if he's ever been on a picnic before.

He's nervously watching from afar, wringing his black beanie in his hands as he stands by the park entrance. You're not too far away. Curtis assumes you picked the spot so he could find you easily when he got there. He wants to run to you but he's calculating all the ways he could screw this up and it's holding him back.

You look too perfect to be real. Sitting on a blanket by the lakeside, peeling and cutting up fruit you brought in a cute wicker basket, and singing. Humming the parts of the song you forgot the words to and singing to yourself like some kind of fairy tale princess.

There's no way an angel like you agreed to go on a date with a grease monkey like him. He barely leaves the garage, he doesn't know how to date. It's a miracle he even saw you in that bar. That you gave him the time of day.

Curtis is a giant in every sense of the word, but he feels like he's light as air when you look at him, breathe near him. He makes up his mind then, that he can't leave you alone. So he's walking, no, floating towards you on a cloud he never wants to come down from.

That is until he sees another man approach you. Some asshole jogging in place in stupidly short running shorts with his shirt off is asking for your number and Curtis sees red. It's only the first date. Why is he like this? He doesn't own you, he's being ridiculous. But the man's eyes drop to the neckline of your pretty floral sundress and your ample curves contained within and Curtis doesn't care anymore if he makes a fool of himself in front of you, he can't let this happen.

"No, I'm waiting for my boyfriend actually."

Those words nearly freeze him in place. He's desperate to hear you claim him as yours over and over again.

Your voice is loud, carrying over the water on purpose so anyone nearby might know how uncomfortable you're being made to feel.

The prick's about to say something in response but he's cut off by Curtis' massive paw clamping down on his shoulder.

"The lady said no, pal. Beat it."

You light up when you hear Curtis' low, growling voice and when your eyes meet, Curtis almost forgets himself. Right, intimidating. Have to be intimidating.

"Did you hear me? I said move."

The man sputters in indignation as he's pushed off down the path by Curtis. "Hey! Get your hands off me, buddy!"

"I'm not your buddy, pal."

Curtis grinds those words through his teeth and you have to jump up and grab his arm to stop him from following after the quickly back pedalling man.

"Curtis, it's okay. I'm okay."

Your hand on his bearded cheek seems to snap him back to reality and his gaze softens on you.

"Sorry, angel. Didn't like him coming on to you like that. Can't even sit in the park without some dick for brains trying to check you out."

You laugh at his poor, jealous pout and rest your head on his chest, your arms wrapping around his thick midsection with a tight squeeze.

"My hero. I should've told him I've still got some of you leaking out of me from last night. Think that would've shut him up?"

You lift your head, biting your lower lip to hold back a smile when you feel a groan rumble through his broad chest. Sure enough Curtis has the same heated gaze pointed at you that he had at the bar last night. The last time he had that look on his face he was taking you back to his place so he could worship every inch of you and keep you so stuffed full of him you thought you might burst.

But he promised, in a sleepy half-drunk haze, that he would go on a real date with you. Anything you wanted he'd be there. And here he was, as promised, about to lay with you in the grass to eat fruit and talk and do whatever other adorable first date stuff you wanted to do.

Your heart and your pussy are having palpitations at the thought of just what this man is willing to do for you. But for now you appease the best with a chaste kiss to his lips and he settles. 

Curtis takes a deep breath and sits on the laid out blanket, pulling you down with him. With your back to his chest, sitting between his legs and resting against him like he's some great oak tree, you think this might be the best first date you've ever had.

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Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂

Week Five: Baking Cookies or Eating Pie

Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis x Plus!Sized Reader. Curtis finds you baking in the kitchen and you manage to lift his spirits.

Warnings- Implied Smut.

This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- Ahhh thank you! You all are the best and thank you for all your support with this little series. Don't forget to vote on Friday for the next activity shared. Happy Reading!

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

“Welp till next year.” Curtis gave a sigh, one filled with yearning for next spring when he could roll his Camaro out of the garage into the gleaming sunshine. But now that fall was here and winter wouldn’t be far behind, already the cold was blistering as the winds coming off the lake chased away any illusion of summer, it was time to put her to bed. 

And it was one of the reasons he didn’t look forward to the end of autumn. As much as you loved the cool weather, he much preferred warm summer where the Camaro got to run the roads, bonfires and beer were a nightly thing and his Honey was wearing all the very tempting sundresses. 

You made him appreciate fall a little more, although he probably never really love it because of the cold.

Now that the Camaro was put away safely, he worked on picking up his garage, making sure that his tools were placed back and any of the excess oil and gas he had used was prepared to be properly disposed of. With a wipe of his hands on his rag, he started to go inside. 

Opening the door was a blast of sweet heat, the aroma reminiscent of when his gram was alive. He inhaled deeply as he was sure to close the door behind him, his stomach rolling with desire at what he was smelling. 

You stood at the nearby kitchen countertop, swaying in place while you were sifting flour into a large bowl. Ingredients for your favorite cookies were scattered across the counter in a bit of chaos that you made sense of. “It smells like heaven in here.” Curtis muttered to you while you tossed a grin at him, grabbing at your spoon to give a mix. “What is in the oven?” 

“Your favorite Curtis.”

“The chocolate chunk with flaky sea salt?” He asked rather hopeful.  

You pinched some dough from the nearby chocolate chunk cookie bowl, holding it up for Curtis to taste. He did, enthusiastically, nibbling on your fingertips and sucking all remnants of sugar from them. “You can be my taste tester.” You offered. “But they gotta come out of the oven first.” 

“I'm willing to wait.” Curtis informed you while making his way to the sink to scrub his hands clean from before, then as you continued mixing your cookie dough, he did up the few dishes you used so they were clean for your next use. 

“What are you baking all these for though?” He asked while you popped your batch out of the oven. 

“Bake sale, we’re trying to raise some money for the drama club since their isn’t really any extra this year.” Your tone tinged on frustrated, Curtis knowing fully how strained you were feeling with the school this year. “You finish putting away the Camaro?” 

Swiftly changing the subject, Curtis suspected it was because you were just exhausted about it at this point, he let it slide for your sake. He nodded as he eased into a nearby bar stool opposite of where you were baking. Still nearby, but out of your way. “She is all in bed and waiting for next summer. I was dreading it…” 

“But?” you broke a chocolate chunk cookie in half after it came out of the oven, letting the steam escape to cool off. You leaned across the counter to reach Curtis, offering if to him. 

Taking his first bite, he chewed slowly, savoring it. It was so reminiscent of his childhood that it made him feel so happy right in that moment. “But I come inside to this and suddenly life is fucking good and sweet, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He said with sincerity that made you beam happily at him. 

“The garage is heated, right?” You questioned while eating the other half of the cookie, Curtis reaching over to steal another, the gooey chocolate to much of a temptation for him to resist. 

“Yeah, I mean not like the house but I keep it warm. Alot of our water pipes go through the garage and when they freeze its always a bitch to thaw back out.” He stated, more focused on his cookie at the second then what you were starting to hint at. 

“Well…” You lean against the counter, wiggling your brows suggestively at him. “The Camaro might now be driveable but we can still make use of her then.” 

He swallowed suddenly, the suggestive interest flaring in his gaze and now baking cookies was no longer on your agenda. “Pretty Girl, I fucking love the way you think.” He snapped up to a stand, making you giggle as you wriggled out of your apron. “You need to do anymore?” 

“That last batch is due to come out right now.” You tossed your apron on the counter and he tilted his head to the garage. 

“Get your sweet ass in the backseat Pretty Girl, I will be right in.” He grabbed at the pot holders to hurry up and get the sugar cookies out so he could follow after you.

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Dream Come True - Masterlist

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, femme. No other descriptors used.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10 (End)

Epilogue

Asks:

Curtis's Dreams

Reader's Dreams

Drabbles:

Rough Day Cure

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The assistant (13) – On the road with Captain Turd

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: flirty CEvans characters, language, plus sized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, arguments, brothers being brothers, fluff, dangerous situation

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The assistant (12) - 8 times the trouble

“On the road again,” Jake, Mike, and you sing in the backseat of the van. Lloyd and Curtis refused to sing along because they were too cool to sing publicly. “I just can't wait to get on the road again.”

You giggle at Andy’s stern face. He scrunches up his nose and rolls his eyes.

Ari laughs when Steve starts to grumble next to him. He glances at the navigation system, frowning deeply.

“Guys, where the fuck are we going?” He looks in the rearview mirror. “Didn’t you say something about a meet and greet paired with a picnic?”

“Yeah. They want the first meeting to be casual. One of them suggested a picnic a bit outside of town. There should be a huge field that belongs to no one.” You answer because Mike is busy checking on his phone. “I gave you the directions, right?”

“You gave me the directions, Sweetness,” Ari replies with a smirk. “The problem is the location is not a bit outside of town. It’s like a three-hour ride, and the location is in the middle of nowhere.”

“Hmm…fishy,” Steve looks up from his phone. He checked the location the moment Ari put it into the navigation system of the car. “I hate to say it, but this smells like a trap.”

“Says who?” Lloyd grunts, but his gut feeling tells him something isn’t right. “We are on the road for how long, Ari?”

“Two and a half hours,” Steve answers before Ari can. “I was wondering where we are going. I believed you wanted to get rid of me at first.”

You gasp. “They would never do such a thing, neither would I.” Hiding your face in Jake’s neck, you sniffle. “How can he believe such a thing?”

“Hmm… I think he’s not wrong.” Curtis says as a car passes you by. “That’s the same car for the fourth time.”

“Fuck,” Andy exclaims loudly as Ari slows down the car. “Don’t fuck with us, Curtis. If you try to be funny, this is the wrong moment.”

Jake was tense at his brother’s outburst. He wraps his arms around you, looking at his brothers. “What now?”

“I suggest we make a U-turn and drive back home,” Ransom suggests, earning a slap to the back of his head from Lloyd.

“What are we, pussies?” Lloyd scoffs. Ransom glares at his brother, ready to start another fight.

“You can go wherever you want to,” Steve says. “But I’ll not let you bring Y/N in danger. I’ll carry her home if I must.”

“Dude, what’s wrong with your brain?” Mike huffs. “Do you honestly believe we’d leave you alone with Y/N? You treated her like…shit.”

“Alright,” Ari stops the car, slamming his hands onto the steering wheel. “Whoever wanted us to come out here won’t stop. Not even if we drive back home. If they got to Mike once, they could trick all of us.”

“Mike is—” Lloyd huffs as he remembers the shit Mike did in the past. “Mike was an easy target because he tried to find help online. Maybe someone hacked into our security system too?”

“Ahem,” Jake clears his throat. “I’m responsible for the security system. No one hacked into my system. Catfishing happens all the damn time. You think you have a date with a hot girl, and it’s a sixty-year-old dude wanting to grope your ass.”

“How do you want to know?” Ransom furrows his brows. He smirks as Jake’s cheeks turn pink. “Aw, Jakie tried to find love online.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of Jake,” you are quick to defend your friend. “What are we going to do now?”

"Beat the shit out of whoever tried to trick us," Curtis grunts.

“I don’t think so,” Steve shakes his head while the brothers start to argue about their next steps. “HEY! We must return to your home. No one is going to put Y/N’s life on the line.”

“Shut up, Captain Turd,” Lloyd yells, spitting while talking. “Okay, wait.” He takes a deep breath. Lloyd closes his eyes and counts to five. “Alright. Ari, we will drive to the meeting place.”

“Uh—did you not get that we are being followed and that this picnic and group meeting was a trap?” Ransom furrows his brows.

“I got that, sunshine,” Lloyd grins. “I don’t know about you, but I’m up for a fight and some trouble.” He flashes Steve a smile and winks at the captain. “What about you, Captain Righteous? Are you going to sit there and look pretty or lend us a hand?”

“Maybe the car and all of this was just a misunderstanding. Maybe the group is waiting for us,” Ransom says, not believing it was coincidental.

“Let’s be serious for a moment,” you say, and look at Steve. “If the captain believes it's a trap, I trust his instinct. I love you guys, but he’s an Avenger. Curtis said a car was following us, too. So, what do we do now?”

“As I said before, everyone stopped me from laying out my plan,” Lloyd says and pinches your cheek. “Jake, Mike, and Ransom will stay behind with Y/N. I got guns, a baseball bat, and some nice knives in the trunk.”

“You put guns in my car?” Andy is not amused. “What if the cops stopped us?”

“Oh, please excuse me for trying to take safety precautions to keep Y/N safe,” Lloyd bites back. “Now, stop interrupting me. I’m still the eldest and know what I’m doing.”

“No, you don’t,” Ari snickers. “But we let you believe you do, Lloyd. I suggest we bring them down fast and hard.”

Steve sighs loudly. He shakes his head before getting his phone out. While the brothers start a fight, he calls Tony for backup.

“Yeah, we are having a situation here.” He listens and hums. “I sent you the coordinates; can you check the area for me? Is there a picnic going on or a trap waiting for us to walk right in?”

“What the fuck, Captain Turd?” Lloyd angrily unbuckles his seat belt, ready to beat the shit out of Steve. “You’re not the boss here. I could’ve easily handled the situation.”

“Sure,” Steve retorts. “Tony will check if it’s safe to join the picnic. If not, we can still beat the shit out of them.”

“His plan isn’t the worst,” Andy admits, earning an angry look from Lloyd. “What? We can’t walk into a trap, unarmed and unprotected. Getting shot or stabbed is no fun, I can tell.”

“Agreed,” Ari says, staring at the road ahead. “And we don’t want to show up at an innocent picnic, guns in our hands, and an out-of-control Lloyd among us.”

“You fucker; I’m not out of control!” Lloyd can’t believe his brother sides with Steve in this. “Fine, go with Captain Turd.”

“Lloyd, please calm down,” you softly say and crawl onto his lap. “Captain Rogers does stuff like this daily.” You wrap your arms around his neck to whisper in his ear. “Let them handle this. I don’t want one of you to get hurt.”

“Smart of you, Cupcake,” Lloyd hums against you. “Fine, I’ll let him handle it. Hopefully, they don’t leave the place in ruins.”

Half an hour later, Tony confirms there is no picnic or people. “No sign of an enemy or a friend.” Steve talks more to himself than you and the brothers. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would someone lure you into a trap and not strike?”

“Maybe they were all scared and shit their pants knowing Captain Turd is with us,” Lloyd grunts. He cocks his head, waiting for Steve to talk back.

“He’s not wrong,” Andy interjects before things can get out of hand. The last thing he needs is another fight between his brother and Captain America. “If I got what Stark said right, someone hacked into the self-help groups’ server, pretended to be one of them, and invited only Mike and us to the picnic.”

“Correct,” Steve confirms while staring at the information Tony sent him. “It still doesn’t make sense.”

“What if—” You gasp. “What if they knew you would all come with us? What if the plan wasn’t to attack us, but to get us out of the mansion?”

“FUCK!” Ari curses loudly. If someone manages to break into their mansion, they are in big trouble. “We need to get back, like, yesterday.”

“Tony, copy that.” Steve gets out of the car to talk to Tony, pacing back and forth. “Can you check on their mansion? I’ll stay with them just to be sure. Oh, and maybe you could…” Steve can’t end his line because one of Tony’s suits drops his shield and tactical suit in front of his feet before flying past the car to scan the surroundings once again. “Thanks.”

“Great,” Curtis mutters under his breath. “Now he can play the hero.” He rolls his eyes before looking at you. “You know we can protect you, right?”

“I trust you,” you murmur, but hide your face in Lloyd’s neck. “What if someone broke in?”

“No one will get past my security system,” Jake angrily replies. “No. One. Will. Get. Inside. No one! If someone had tried, I’d have gotten an emergency notification from her.”

“Her?” Ransom questions. “Who?”

“My security system,” Jake snaps at Ransom. “Now stop asking questions and let’s drive back home. I need to find out who tried to mess with us…”

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The Last Deed

Summary; you finally catch up to the man who killed your family.

Pairing: reader x Mafia Lord Curtis Everett

Warnings; death, mafia au

Word Count: 209

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Scarlet liquid stained the front of your dress, yet, you ignored it. The squirming body beneath you only caused you to grit your teeth in absolute triumph. Your knuckles hurt as your fists balled in the collar of his shirt.

“You killed my family, Curtis,” you spoke through anguished tears. “And I’m not going to sit here while you float behind closed doors, sipping away at some poor champagne.”

“You’re not going to get away with this,” he spat in your face, his left palm gripping your wrist, the other pinned down under your thigh. “My men-“

“-are dead dogs walking.” You lifted him up only to slam him back down against the desk surface. The office surrounding you was in ruins; the windows broken, curtains torn away from the walls. The desk cracked nearly in half. The carpet stains with alcohol and blood in the furious fight. “I told you, if I ever caught up to you, I’d kill you.”

“We used to be friends, Y/N.” He whispered, the panic still set in his voice. “Their death was an accident.”

“Goodbye, Curtis.” With one swift click of a finger, the man standing across the room fired his gun, aiming at Curtis Everett. “I’ll see you in hell.”

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the delicious tension!

The DUFF 4

Warnings: groping, insecurity, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

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The prospect of doing your walk of shame is intimidating. You try to plot how exactly to skulk home as you search for your panties. It’s the only piece you’re missing. You have your skirt on, your shirt, bra, even both your shoes. Goddamn, they couldn’t have got that far.

You grab your purse and check inside. Of course they’re not there but you want to make sure you have everything. As your keys jingle noisily within, Curtis pokes his head out from the kitchen. You didn’t even realise he was in there.

“Off already?” He asks, “I was just about to start breakfast.”

You stop short as you look at him. That’s not exactly how these things work, is it? You clasp your purse shut and let it dangle from your elbow.

“Breakfast? Well, uh, I guess…”

“I don’t mind. You like smoothies?”

You remember all the times Stephanie complained about a guy sticking around too long. Or how Isla called her last boy toy a stage five clinger because he wanted a kiss. Were you doing this all wrong?

You meet his eyes. A cornflower blue so soft and pale you could sink into them like water. It’s an innocent offer. You feel bad just racing out but it seems just as awkward to stay. Still, you feel like you owe him.

“Sure,” you answer, “I like smoothies.”

“Bacon? Oh, shi–oot, you vegetarian? I got tofu, too.”

“Bacon’s fine, really,” you assure him, “is there anything I can help with?”

“Help? No, no, you’re a guest, just… sit down and relax. I’ll take care of you, bunny.”

You mull over his insistence. He’s being a good host but you can’t help but wonder why. He’s almost too nice to be true. Are you missing something?

“Everything okay?” He startles you as he touches your arm gently. You can’t help but wince.

“Y-yeah,” you stammer, “it’s fine, I just… I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“Not at all. Please.”

You can’t argue with him. Not when he’s being so nice. You can’t complain for the night you spent with him. What’s another hour?

You retreat to the living room and take out your phone. You still haven’t heard from the other girls. That’s not really unusual but it’s not often you split up for the night. You typically keep a sort of buddy system. You feel a bit forgotten.

You sit on the couch as you scroll then pause and look down. You remember last night, right in this spot. You swear you can feel him still, hear his sultry growl as he coaxes you. You still can’t believe it. 

You never thought you were the one to fall for sweet words, yet you never had the opportunity before to prove that true. You melted like sugar at his first touch.

The blender whirs, followed by the noise of his cooking. You tuck yourself into the corner of the couch and try to distract yourself with a game of solitaire. You’re hungry but almost too nervous to eat. You’re not sure you’ll even be able to keep any of it down.

He emerges with a tall glass, a dark purple smoothie that he places on the table next to your elbow.

“I hope you don’t mind blueberry. Guess I should’ve asked.”

“It’s fine, thanks,” you assure him.

“Anything else?”

“No, no, that’s good.”

“Well, let me know. Anything you want, bunny.”

You smile and nod as you lift the smoothie. There it is again; bunny. It’s adorable but you’re not too sure about it. Pet names aren’t entirely warranted after a single night. You think. You need to stop acting like you know everything because quite clearly you’re clueless.

You sip through your straw as he goes back to the kitchen. You flick your finger up and close the card game. You can’t even win against yourself. The smoothie is delicious. You nearly drink half of it before you catch yourself.

You set the glass down on a wooden coaster and steady your phone. You flip through your contacts; Stephanie, Isla, Mindy… You should text them, make sure they’re okay.

“Here we go,” Curtis interrupts your indecision.

You put your phone down, tilting it on the popsocket as you look up at him. He carries in two plates and places them on the low coffee table. He stands and glances around.

“I have TV trays. Sorry, I’ve been tryna get outta this place. Somewhere a little more roomy.”

“It’s okay, really. My place is tiny compared to this.”

“This one’s yours,” he takes a plate and a keeps the cutlery from slipping off, “hope you like sunny side up.”

“It’s wonderful,” you affirm.

You admire the sliced avocado and the rye bread. The bacon looks like it’s turkey and his own plate only has egg whites. You can’t help but feel a bit self-conscious. You don’t often have such a healthy breakfast.

You balance the plate on your lap and grab the cutlery. You get yourself situated and your phone buzzes loudly as he sits beside you. You glance over at your phone and quickly swipe away the call with your finger. You’ll call them back later.

You go to slice into your eggs as Curtis clears his throat. You focus on carving out a small bite, not enough to make you seem piggish.

“So, who’s Andy?” He asks.

Hsi tone carries an unexpected edge. You peek over at him then shake your head. You’re confused.

“That’s who called. Boyfriend? He’s okay with you going out?” He prods tersely as his knife hits the plate sharply.

“Boyfriend?” You laugh anxiously, “no, I don’t— he’s my boss. Probably had a call-in.”

“Ah,” he nods and you hear his breath, each one measured. You don’t know why he’d care enough to ask.

[imaginedreamwrite]

PT x plus size reader opinion - all the boys could be become SO for our dear reader but in different circumstances. Here is my take:

Bucky and Curtis seems like type of men who would be interested in Reader after few interaction (not quite 'love at first sight', but 'I know you for a month and it is enough for me to know you are perfect), but they are awkward/too serious/can't talk about their emotions and Reader is confused. They both would do things for her and take care of her needs while giving no signs of 'hey, let's make out and date and maybe marry each other in few weeks' and are more like 'fuck this world, but you are cool, but fuck this world' vibe, so Reader who obviously has a crush doesn't know what to do.

Jake would probably bond with her daughter, taking a role of new uncle with Natasha and Wanda as aunts. While Reader is confident, she doesn't think Jake is interested in her (and she doesn't let herself even think about him becoming a dad to her daughter even though their relationship is so cute) - he is just lovely and dorky person who obviously is good with kids and happens to know her girlfriends. And Jake? He is dying inside because Reader is perfect, he loves her daughter and all he dreams about is them making out for the rest of their lives.

Steve quickly becomes Reader's gym buddy, but Reader is intimidated, because he looks like a Greek God. But he is true gentleman and actually quite shy. So, their romance slowly began to blossom while both of them don't acknowledge their feelings until tension is so strong that Steve fucks Reader in the gym or elsewhere - location doesn't matter, because the sex is 🔥 everywhere. (I feel like there should be an angsty part. Like Reader overheard a nasty comment made by other PT who implies that Steve has a sexual relationship with Reader 'for fun' and believed it).

Ari strikes me a owner of gym and girls make him meet with Reader because she can help him business wise. They bond over the gym (both sport and business parts) and Ari doesn't mind adding romantic part to their relationship, but Reader has complicated relationship with father of her child and her daughter is absolutely hostile towards him (she is just intimidated by the giant and obviously whole mess with her father doesn't let her open up to him). So, if he really wants to be with Reader, he has to win not only Reader's heart and trust, but her daughter's too.

First, I love how in depth this is! This is incredible and I admire you so much for it! Thank you!

Bucky and Curtis — 💯 they give me vibes of touch her and die, or she is mine/ours but she doesn’t know she’s mine/ours. Both a little cantankerous, they’re genuine with few people and reader/her daughter at at the core of their niceties

“Fuck then all, fuck everyone else.” “Except you two.”

Jake is the quickest (imo) to be all in all at once while Reader is hesitant because he’s so goofy and dorky and he makes everyone smile and why would he bother with a single mother?

Jake waves his hand in front of you with a cockeyed grin, picturing the rest of his life with you and your daughter. “You are the girls I’m looking for.”

Steve is a giant, he’s second only to Ari and he knows that Reader’s scared of him, but not truly scared more intimidated. He starts slow with her, knowing he’s got to ease her into a place of comfort. He starts with a fresh water bottle when she first gets in, and it slowly builds until the tension between them is electrifying—and then he takes her, reassuring her that everything she hears about his past, or what his intentions are with her, are lies

“Give me one more,” his lips suckle on the shell of your ear, sweat rolling down the back of your neck as his fingers fill you, his hands already drawing multiple orgasms from you without deeper penetration, “and tell me what I want to hear.”

I think with Ari he would’ve seen her around before with Nat & Wanda, maybe during some parties or events Reader is invited to, and he’s drawn to her. Without knowing much about her, he talks to Nat & Wanda who want to be matchmakers and know that Ari would be good for her. However Reader’s ex is an ass and that took a toll on her daughter and Ari needs to fix what was damaged

“Honeybee and bumblebee,” he crouched before her, gently nuzzling the stuffed bee into her arms, “you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not gonna hurt you, honeybee. I promise, I’m going to keep you safe from every monster whose ever frightened you.”

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Maybe drabble: just wanna cry her POV

From HER point of view cause I'm having a bad a day.

So stressed just kinda wanted to cry out of no where. Overwhelemed and underwhelmed too many choices and not enough so I wrote a "Maybe" drabble.... choose your he. You all know who my he would be he just looks cuddly.... God I feel like I sound like a creep.

18+ just incase Comments and reblogging welcome no reposting or publishing

Warnings are: angst and fluff and sadness feeling of being overwhelmed

"Hey babe what's wrong" he sits down next to me nuding me in the shoulder playfully

"Nothing" I'm kinda solemn

"You're pouting " he smirked

"I am not"

"You are too and it's adorable as much as I love it tell me what wrong I want to help."

"I'm just I can't im so overwhelmed I'm just"

"Just what." As she talked he grew more and more concerned

"Wanna give up......... and just leave move away"

"For a second there you scared me." He let out a sigh of relief. "You had a bad day or longer but it'll get better. I'll be right here if it doesn't. And then we can move away somewhere."

"Someone will always find you." She knew it was useless

"So I'll shave my head and dye my eyebrows pink" hoping he'd get a laugh out of her.

"You shave your hair and you're dead."

It's just I just want to cry I can't do this anymore."

"Can't do what baby, I can't help unless I know whats wrong." He pulled her closer practically on his lap with his arms wrapped around her holding her as tight as he can sitting sideways /next to eachother.'

"Just work and deadlines and I dont know what to write and it's overwhelming and there too many choices and too many options and classes and then I have no idea what I'm doing." The tears finally came to the surface.

"Shhhh its ok just let it out."

So are you shushing me or telling me not to sush?

He chuckled "I'm trying to comfort you. Am I doing that bad of a job."

"Yes" I pout.

"Tell me then tell me how I could make you feel better."

"Just hold me."

"Just hold you that's its?"

"Don't let me go."

"Never he wispered into my ear.

Its so clear like a memory a memory that's a dream of a memory like a deja vu of a dream where you're having deja vu. Everything is so clear.

That's what I think he would say anyway what I wish me what I wish he would do.

I wish I he could just hold me and let me cry and he wouldn't care if his shirt got wet or if we sat there for an hour. He'd just want me to be ok. And I'm writing this my tears are falling because millions of girl wish that. Millions of people I'm no one. I'm nothing just a drop of rain in a hurricane. I think he was the man on the train but who knows maybe it just wasn't meant to be maybe I....I dont know just maybe.

Hwr Facebook status said bad day kinda wanna cry and move away and start another life

Hw read it.. his heart broke. Little did she know that that had happened that he had held her as she cried made her could hot chocolate and they snuggled. He had stayed awake all night and watched her sleep. He remembered that day all too well.

He thought if only he could be with her now...maybe one day...maybe

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