A/N: Written for January Jumble Scribbles. Prompt: "I’ve had bigger thrills leaning up against my dryer"
Word Count: 303 (I tried!)
Warnings: Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
Moments after your boyfriend dumped you over the phone, your roommate, Colin started helping you process. He even gives you a pint of the expensive ice cream he saves for special occasions. Between bites you've been picking apart your ex-boyfriend, your relationship, finally letting out all the things that have upset you.
"I'm guessing he also wasn't great in bed?" Colin encourages.
"Honestly, I've had bigger thrills leaning up against my dryer!" you confirm. "At least I can finally stop hiding my toys. He said they hurt his feelings. Made him feel like he wasn't enough."
"Because he wasn't."
"Yeah, but, I couldn't tell him that."
"Why'd you stay with him for so long?"
"Desperation," you admit, shoulders slumped. "I'm not attractive, so when he showed interest, I jumped at the chance for a relationship."
"Are you kidding? You're beautiful!"
"I'm not, and you know it," you counter. "Just look at all the girls you bring home. I look nothing like them."
"I don't bring home girls I think are beautiful," he debates. "I bring home girls I think are easy and looking for a good time."
"And somehow they're all small enough that you could easily pick them up," you sigh. "No one wants big and tall girls like me. Just gonna resign myself to never finding love."
"Or, and hear me out, you can let me give you the ride of your life, giving you the confidence to see how attractive you are," he offers, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I'm not interested in a pity fuck!"
"It isn't pity," he assures, his tone dropping.
"I'm not your type."
"You're not my type for a one-night stand. I'd never let you go."
"You're not serious,' you breathe.
"I am," he promises, moving closer.
"Prove it," you challenge, shivering at his triumphant smile.
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Can't get this scene outta my head so I gotta write it down. Written entirely on my phone so apologies in advance!
Lloyd Hansen x Tall Reader
Your pants legs were riding up, exposing the off color socks you wore. You try to keep these things hidden for the sake of company dress code but, like most women's clothing, your pants are often too short to do so. These ones seem to slowly ride up throughout the day, every movement causing the hems of your pants to climb up your legs.
Finally getting to a stopping point with your work you stand up and head to the bathroom so you can force the legs back down. Unfortunately, you almost run into Mr. Hansen, CEO and certified asshole.
"Woah there basketball player," he snarks.
"Sorry, Mr. Hansen," you say, keeping your head down as you try to move past him.
"The fuck is going on with your clothes? Did you shop in the kids section?"
You sigh, "women's clothing my size costs a fortune and men's clothing doesn't fit my hips right. Can I go now?"
"Not yet, I'm having fun," he smirks. "Not often I get to gaze at a woman's boobs without developing a crick in my neck."
Crossing your arms you bite back, "I'm not interested in being looked at. Now please let me past you."
"I have to warn you, if you do that I'm smacking your ass."
"Why are you even on this floor, Me. Hansen? Shouldn't you be watching porn in your office?"
"I like to walk around and look for a new toy to play with," he shrugs.
"I'd say I should be beneath your notice but considering I'm taller than you, I guess that's not true."
He laughs. "You're going to be a fun one."
"I'll make sure to be extra boring from now on, Mr. Hansen."
Warnings: nothing except fluff and Titanic mention, reader and Bucky calling each other nicknames such as doll, my love, darling ect. Obviously established relationship, reader implyed woman (sorry chat), Bucky knows of anime (😁)
Kind of set after civil war and they all made up and work together, idk man.
Characters: Bucky, Reader, Sam and Steve mentioned
Made picture, not my fanart
Bucky noticed you drawing before and after missions in the hall. You were always so quiet while you did it, occasionally doing it while people were talking or having someone talk your ear off. The drawings were specifically anime or cartoon themed.
You both were hanging out in the living room after a week long mission in the his apartment. Titanic playing in the back
Your sketchbook on the coffee table as your feet rested apon it while Bucky's legs were on your lap. His blanket stopping at his
You gently patted his ankles in a repeating motion as the scene played on, your sketchbook laid lightly on his legs as you drew, the process slowly stopping the patting
Bucky's eyes faded from you to your sketchbook, his eyes looking at the most much visible drawing he could see, and it was a light sketch of a person
Of course he didn't know who but didn't ask
Not the same question but he did ask later
As the scene played of Jack and Rose talking about his drawings, a sudden idea popped into his head
"Doll?"
He spoke, his metal hand slowly reaching out to grab your hand
Your head popped up lightly from being glued to your drawing
"Yes my love?"
You said, holding onto his extended hand and brought it to your lips, kissing the back of his hand
He laid his on the couch as he spoke
"Draw me like one of your anime characters."
He said, his flesh hand messing with his blanket around his hips
"Please."
You smiled at his words
"Really? You want me to draw you?"
You said, it was obvious you were flattered and happy
"Yes Darling, I want you to draw me."
He said, smiling softly as he cupped your face with his flesh hand and rubbed his thumb on your cheek
You leaned into it, turning your head gently and kissed his palm
"Alright Dollface, let's do this."
You spoke as you slightly rearranged to be facing him, occasionally telling him to do certain actions and readjust
Bucky was looking at the TV as his head was slightly tilted to look at it
While you captured every emotion even though it wasn't a realistic drawing
After a few minutes and you were finished up you asked a small question that popped in your head through out drawing
"What made you ask me to draw you."
You said, not having to look at him anymore as you drew on details
He looked towards you, his eyebrows raised slightly, not expecting the question because y'all didn't say much
"Jus' noticed you drawing around, saw you show Steve and Sam drawings of them. Wanted to be included on the action"
That's what made you look up, and what made you grin
"Hold up I gotta finish this."
You said chuckling a bit as you finished every detail, and before Bucky asked what made you laugh, you handed over your sketchbook and showed him the drawing, looking at his face to see his reaction
And his reaction was extraordinary.
Bucky's reaction had a mix of shock and surprise, he inspected every little detail, chuckling and giggling a few times as he noticed each detail
"Ya' like?"
You said adjusting yourself to get closer to him, your chin resting on his shoulder, gently tucking a peace of his hair behind his ear
"Of course I do, it's beautiful."
He said, still in awe
"Turn back a few pages, I think you'll like the other ones I did."
You said, laying your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist
He furrowed his brows in light confusion but turned back a few pages anyway
And he saw more drawings of him, some after missions, some after intimate moments, more pictures than he could imagine
"Jesus doll, how much drawings of me do you have?"
Bucky spoke, his face flushed as he looked at you, while you had a lazy smirk on your face
A/N: Written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor's Orctember event with the following prompts:
Trope 11 - Love Potion Fall Things 7 - Corn Maze Prompt 10 - “You’re going to catch a cold.”
A/N2: Reader is plus size, tall and female. No other physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Talk of bullying. Please let me know if I missed any!
If he'd been born human, Steve Rogers would be thought of as a big guy. By orc standards, however, he was a scrawny punk. If you'd been born as an orc, you'd also be considered scrawny. By human standards, unfortunately, you're a behemoth. The "funniness" of it led you and Steve bonding over getting bullied in high school and you've been good friends ever since. You know you'll always have each other's back.
It's a big part of why you went to the same college. Both of you wanted to get out of town, try a fresh start, but you couldn't be sure you wouldn't just be met with more bullies. So you agreed to go to the same college so you'd at least have one friend helping you out.
In less than a week, Steve had already ingratiated himself with one of the frat houses. Apparently one of the guys in charge, Bucky, was a fellow orc who took to Steve's stories about being bullied. Bucky's arm had been lost in a prank-gone-wrong and the replacement arm just made him even more of a target. He'd made sure Steve was taken care of and accepted by the frat.
You weren't so lucky at making friends, but at least now you've got Bucky as well.
That October the various frats and sororities were hosting a Fall Festival, a nice distraction from the stress of midterm exams. There would be cider, pumpkin carving contests, hay rides and, of course, a corn maze. The corn maze promised to be extra difficult with stalks so tall even orcs wouldn't be able to look over the top!
As much as crowded events weren't your thing, you wanted to make sure to go and support your friends. Steve's been so much happier since he joined the frat but he's also made sure to still make time for you. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that you were both just friends, you might develop a crush on the "scrawny" orc. The way he's always there for you, the way his light green skin turns dark when he blushes, the way he empathizes with your body issues despite coming from very different perspectives. It could really get you feeling things.
Doesn't help that, as soon as he spotted you, Steve rushed over to give you his jacket. "It's super chilly tonight," he explains. "You're going to catch a cold."
"And what about you?" you counter. "Won't you get sick from the cold?"
"Nah, I'll be busy working the festival, gonna definitely be sweating."
"Aww, you're leaving me all by my lonesome?"
Steve smirks, "I can always find you in a corn maze. I know that's where you'll probably end up."
"I do like a challenge. And being away from the crowds."
"All the more reason to keep wearing my jacket. I'll be able to track you when you get lost."
"Love the vote of confidence," you playfully scoff. Both of you turn to Bucky who's calling for Steve to help out with something. "Go on, big guy. I'll grab some cider and get to figuring out this 'impossible' maze before you notice I'm gone."
Steve laughs and heads towards Bucky leaving you to wander the maze.
You've been in the maze for quite some time now. It is really well done, so easy to get lost and, though you don't have proof, you swear they purposefully had various dead ends decorated exactly the same just to make you think you've been wandering in circles. At the very least, the low light is allowing you a lovely view of the stars. You've probably spent more time looking up than around.
Your thoughts are interrupted by someone shouting your name. There's urgency in the voice but they can't mean you, right? They shout your name a few more times and you recognize Bucky's voice.
"Bucky?!" you shout out. "Bucky, where are you? What's wrong?"
"Stay there, we're coming to you!"
Your blood freezes. Is Steve okay? Did something go wrong with the festival? Do you need to rush him to the hospital?
Bucky comes around the corner with Steve under his arm. Steve's got his hands covering his face, pressed so tight you're worried about him hurting his hands against his tusks.
"What's going on?" you whine.
"One of the sororities thought it would be fun to slip some love potion into one of the batches of cider," Bucky explains. "Steve took one gulp from the keg and cried fowl, saying it didn't taste right. One of the warlocks in our group did a check and identified it."
"As soon as he did, I covered up my face as best I could," Steve muffles from behind his hands.
"The stipulation of the potion is that he look at someone of the opposite gender and all he'll feel is the impulse to mate unless he's already in love with that person," Bucky clarifies.
"Steve?" you quaver. "Steve do you...do you think...or are you just...is it that, if you're going to fuck someone it's going to be someone you can trust?"
"I know I love you," Steve confesses. "Bucky wanted me to wait for your permission to test that."
Bucky nods in confirmation. "Love and magic are tricky, especially when intermingled. Gotta be careful."
"Makes sense," you admit. Taking a deep breath you tell Steve to lower his hands.
As soon as he does, he smiles at you. "Told you so."
"You really love me?" you beam back at him.
"I do."
"Good, because I love you, too."
"Okay, that's sweet and all," Bucky interjects, "but we gotta get back to the front so we can confirm no one was hurt tonight."
"Can I hold your hand?" Steve asks, skin turning so dark it's almost black.
"I'm already wearing your jacket, I don't think holding your hand is going to be too much."
"Thank you," he says shyly with a kiss to the back of your hand.
A/N: Written for Sexy September Scribbles. September Sept 22: "Feel this? It's just for you."
A/N2: Reader is Tall and Plus Size female.
Warnings: Fat shaming, Violence. Please let me know if I missed any!
Main Story
This isn't the first time that bitch has flirted with Curtis right in front of you. But it will be the last. She's the girl of another biker president and you'd been held back by rules of engagement. But now she's laid a hand on him, she's fair game.
The first thing you do is slam her face into the table before dragging outside by the back of her neck. None of the bikers move to stop you. She overstepped and they know it. She tries to scream and scratch but you've got the size advantage. Plus, Curtis' leather jacket helps keep her nails from hurting you. Even when he's not fighting at your side, he's keeping you safe.
You kick her in the stomach until she loses the will to fight.
"You will never lay another hand on my man again!" you order. "And if you so much as speak to him, I will pull your fingernails off with a set of rusty pliers!"
"Fucking fat bitch," she spits.
You roll your eyes, "not even able to come up with a clever response. You're definitely not going to last."
As you return to the bar the bikers move out of your way. Curtis and the other gang leader say quick goodbyes.
Before they're even out the door, Curtis is on you. His lips roughly kissing you, his hands roaming everywhere. You return the kiss with fervor as the two of you head to his office.
"Fuck, that was incredible," Curtis rasps when he slams the door behind you. "Only problem was you made me so fucking hard in front of everyone."
"Yeah?"
He places your hand on his crotch and you groan at how hard he is.
"Feel this? It's just for you. I'm all yours, my Queen."
