#curtis everett x plus!sized reader

[jesevans]

The Duff 14

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

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You skip lunch, trying to make up for missed time. The hours fly by and you only look up from your desk as Marnie packs up. You wish her a good night and Taylor leaves soon after without a word.

You cradle your forehead and pull your phone closer, flipping it over. Notifications stack on the lock screen  unnoticed as you keep it muted in the office. You don't need Gloria lecturing you again about professionalism.

That most of the notifications are messages from Curtis both surprises you and doesn't. You fully thought he was too mad to bother yet he's left a scroll of texts. He's a bit much, too much. 

Ugh, you don't know. You put down the phone and rub your eyes. It's just all too fast. You're panicking. And clueless. You just really don't know if you're blowing it out of proportion. 

You retrieve your phone and flip up the lockscreen. You thumb through your contacts and hit Stephanie's name. You hesitate, hovering over the keyboard.

'Hey, sup?'

Hopefully she answers. You can ask her about Curtis. Or maybe you're better off just forgetting him. You're almost too embarrassed to tell anyone. You're probably being stupid. 

You go back to your work. Gloria is already gone. You barely saw her before she left for the courthouse and Charles dipped out after his lunch. You might be the only person left in the office.

You enjoy the solitary. You feel like you haven't been alone in forever. You never realised how much you actually enjoy it.

Your steady typing fills the silence. You ease into the lull, the sky dimming through the windows, casting a haze over your cubicle. You save the file and check the time. You should go. At this point, you're working for free.

The click of a door handle frightens you. You assure yourself it's just the cleaner but the scuff of a sole assures you otherwise. Andy lets out a garbled noise.

"Shoot, sorry, I didn't realise anyone was still here," he says.

"Just about to leave," you grab your phone and make a face at the new alert. Even more messages and none from Stephanie. 

"Avoiding home?" Andy wonders as he pulls shut his office door.

"Not exactly," you shut down your computer and grab your bag from under your desk, "just… not in a hurry."

"I know the feeling. Not rearing to sit down to a microwave steak and powdered potatoes," he kids, "you know what people never warn you about when you divorce? The cooking."

You force a laugh. It's nice of him to humour you. You suppose your problems could be worse. You don't have to worry about custody or alimony or really anything but yourself. Maybe that's why Curtis is making you so anxious.

"Not tryna be inappropriate but you have any suggestions? Might be better off grabbing something on the way."

"Er," you shoulder your bag, "the taco place isn't too bad from what I hear. My friends said it was amazing.:

"You didn't go?"

"Uh, no," you admit as you rub your neck, making the awkward shuffle towards the door ahead of him, "I was busy."

You won't admit that they didn't invite you and that you were at home watching their Insta stories about the ghost pepper salsa. No one needs to know that. You wish you could forget that altogether.

"Hmm, I don't mind Mexican," he follows you through the door, "how about you? What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, cereal," you scoff as you head down the stairs, "easier than cooking."

He's quiet as the stairs creak beneath his feet. The old building groans as you come down to the main floor. You don't even feel much like eating. 

"I hate to be… too forward but you wanna join me for tacos? My treat."

"Hmm?" You pause at the door and glance back at him.

"I mean, you want something quick and I hate eating alone. Every night. In front of the TV."

You feel a pluck of sympathy. You can't tell if he's playing it up or joking. You also don't know how acceptable it would be to have dinner with your boss.

"You don't have to stay. We can grab take out and you can enjoy it at home."

You keep your hand on the door and tap your toe. It's just food, right? You hate to turn down a free meal and Andy's harmless. 

"If I'm being honest, I really just don't wanna walk in by myself. I feel like a bit of a sad sack," he lowers his voice. "So?"

You tilt your head back and forth. It will be a good excuse not to look at your phone. You tuck the cell phone on the side pocket of your bag and give a smile.

"Sure, why not? If you're paying, I'm not complaining."

[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

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"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

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Tagging:

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[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.”

[holylulusworld]

The assistant (12) - 8 times the trouble

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, caring brother

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The assistant (11) - Heating pads and cupcakes

“Back to Captain America. Isn’t it odd that he looks so much like Grandfather Steven?”

“What?” All six brothers stare at Ransom, mouth agape. They consider Ransom’s words before they snort.

“What are you talking about? Grandfather didn’t look like Captain Turd,” Lloyd grunts. “How dare you say shit like that!”

“I don’t know.” Andy knits his brows together. “I mean…Ransom is not wrong. Grandfather did have sharp features, matching Rogers’. It’s easy to confuse them.”

“Yeah, because Rogers is grandfather’s age,” Curtis snorts. “Just look at Gramps sit over there, choking on his dry bagel because our food is not good enough for him.”

Mike and Jake stare at Steve; they dip their heads and think about Ransom's words again. “Not sure what you see,” they say in unison.

“Guys, what’s going on?” You walk into the kitchen, watching the brothers stare at Steve. “You don’t plan on killing Captain Rogers again. Right? We talked about this. No killing before breakfast.”

Lloyd chuckles darkly. “I’ll be waiting for my chance, Cupcake. If anyone kills Captain Turd, it’s me.”

You sigh deeply. “Alright, guys. We need to talk about a few things before Mike and I will go to the meeting of his self-help group later.”

Mike smiles because you didn’t offer to help him and let him down. No, you will keep your promise and help him stay clean.

“We will have cake later,” Mike proudly says. “Maybe ice cream too.”

“I want ice cream too,” Jake pouts. “Can I come with you? I can wait outside for the two of you.”

“Uh—it’s actually family’s day,” Mike nervously murmurs. “I mean…uh—they said we can bring family members today if we want to. It’s not like with the drug addicts anonymous group.”

“How many groups did you join, Mike?” Ari wonders aloud. “And when did you join this self-help group?”

“He joined the group online with my help,” you are quick to help, Mike. “They talked mostly online, but today is a meeting, and he wants to go. I offered to go with him.”

“You’re so good to us,” Lloyd says before wrapping you in a hug. His hands creep toward your ass, and you giggle when he roughly gropes your globes. “So, so good, Cupcake.”

“Lloyd,” you giggle and laugh. “Stop it, you little perv!”

“Aw, I’m her little perv already, guys. You don’t stand a chance!” He grins while feeling your ass up. “She’s putty in my hands.”

“Lloyd Hansen, take your hands off my assistant!” Steve jumps up. He grits his teeth and wants to attack Lloyd, who nuzzles his face in your hair. “I said, let her go.”

“Hey, shut the fuck up!” Curtis growls. “If Y/N doesn’t want my brother to touch her, she’ll tell him to get off. You don’t give her enough credit for being the tough woman she is. Y/N is not a helpless bimbo like the girl you chose over her!”

“Get out of my way,” Steve growls as six of the seven brothers block his way. Even Ransom joined the bunch to stop him from getting anywhere near you. “I’m warning you.”

“No, I’m warning you!” You push Lloyd off you and slap his chest. He smirks but steps away. “You won’t hurt my friends. I chose to live with the brothers after you made me leave the job I loved. You are a guest at our house, and you can stay and watch me be happy around them, or leave right now! I will not allow you to hurt my family!”

The brothers sigh happily and look at you in awe. “Aw, she just admitted that she wants to be all mine,” Lloyd decides before bringing you back in his arms to peck your temple. “Now we will all have breakfast, and later, we’ll bring our little chaos to his group cuddle thing or whatever he’s doing with these guys.”

“And get ice cream,” Jake insists. “We will go for ice cream and have a movie night. Now that we are all back together…”

“Back together,” Curtis sarcastically says. “Right. For how long? Until he decides we are not his family?”

“Curtis, that is enough,” Andy steps in. “I know you are still hurt, but we let Mike back in, and you even allowed me to come back. Let’s give Ransom the benefit of the doubt.”

“Fine—” Curtis crosses his arms over his chest and glares in Ransom’s direction. Ransom glares back, a smirk on his plump lips.

“Fine—” Ransom mimics his brother, already planning to rile Curtis up some more later. They were always close but like fire and water at the same time.

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” You peck Lloyd’s lips before wrapping Curtis in a hug. “I’m so proud of you, my grumpy Curtie. I knew you’d make up.”

Ransom pouts. “Where’s my hug, sugar? I deserve a hug for being a good boy too, don’t you think, sugar? Also, I’m new here and deserve an extra hug for coming here to save my stubborn brothers.”

“Earn it,” Ari growls. “You don’t get free hugs only for being around. Just like Captain Turd.”

Lloyd grins because his brother finally used the right name for Steve.

“All of her hugs belong to me now. She wore my apron, which means she’s mine!”

“Alright, we have plans for today!” Andy stops his brothers before they even get the chance to start the fight. “It’s breakfast time!”

“I can't believe you bought a fucking eight-seater van,” Ransom wrinkles his nose. He shakes his head, not believing his eyes. “Who bought this piece of shit? This monstrosity is an affront to any car!”

“It’s bulletproof, spacious, comfortable, and we all have a seat!” Andy bites back. “I bought it…” He shakes his head, wanting to forget about his family’s fate. “Whatever. Get inside or stay here with Captain Turd.”

“I call shotgun!” Lloyd snickers as the rest of the brothers groan. “If not, I’ll sit in the back, and Y/N can sit in my lap.”

“Noooo!” Jake and Curtis grunt in unison. “She won’t sit in your lap; you will only try to grope her!”

Lloyd puts one hand on his heart, pretending to be offended. “I’m a gentleman and would never do such a thing. Cupcake knows that.”

“I will come with you! I won’t let you take Y/N to an unknown location!” Steve gets inside the car, calling shotgun before the brothers can stop him.

“Hey! We only have eight seats, you dull brick!” Ransom grunts. “Get out of the car!”

“It’s fine. I can sit in Jake’s lap,” you say before grabbing Jake’s hand to guide him toward one of the seats in the back. “I know he won’t try to grope me.”

You give Lloyd a stern look when he tries to protest.

“Next time, she’ll sit in my lap,” Lloyd says. “No discussion.” He follows you and Jake to claim the seat next to you. “I’ll behave, Cupcake.”

While Jake and you get comfortable in your seat, the other brothers get inside the van. Steve harrumphs. He stares into the rearview mirror, gritting his teeth because you are sitting in Jake’s lap, looking comfortable and relaxed.

“Captain Turd.” Ari gets behind the steering wheel, smirking at Steve. “Don’t be a sore loser. We all want her to sit in our lap…”

Part 13

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

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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This is practically perfect in every way! 😍

strawberries & cream ♡

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.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

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.

THIS IS AN 18+ Only Blog

A/N- Happy Autumn Season! Thank you all for helping make this possible with all the shares and votes on the poll. If you enjoyed, please comment and give a share. Remember every Friday I will be posting a poll to help decide which fall-themed story gets posted next, a This or That. All the love!

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]

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

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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

[the-iceni-bitch]

She reeeeaaaaaally did, that man is gonna take such good care of her 🥰

Speak Right to My Heart

Kinkmas Day 1: Body Worship

Relationship: Curtis Everett x plus size fem!prostitute reader (chopper and siren - Poison Paradise)

Words: ~1k

Summary: Curtis is utterly lost for you

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, borderline overstimulation, soft sex, first time with each other), established relationship, declarations of love, fluff, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Sooooooo, Curtis can get it in pretty much all of my AUs. I don’t know what it is about this man but no matter how I write him I just want to let him do whatever he wants to me.

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You gasped again when Curtis pulled away from your lips and you met his eyes, the intensity of his gaze making you feel dizzy as he framed your face in his hands and slowly walked you back towards your bedroom.

“I love that sound.” His voice was a deep rumble that vibrated your lips and made you whine, his thumbs rubbing over your cheeks gently when he stopped when the backs of your thighs bumped against the bed. “I love you, you’re so beautiful.”

“Curtis…” you moaned when his hands slid down to start undoing your dress, his long eyelashes brushing against your skin while he began to softly kiss along the column of your throat.

“Shhhhh, just let me take care of you.” Curtis let your dress fall to the floor and peppered kisses across your chest as he laid you down on the bed, shucking off his coat and shoes and sweater before crawling on top of you and nuzzling at your neck. “God you’re perfect.”

His words made your vision turn misty even as his lips brushed down your arm while he removed your bra, your skin feeling warm and tingly every single place his mouth touched until he was cradling your hand in his and reverently kissing the tips of your fingers. Curtis kept his eyes fixed on your face as he repeated the process on your other arm, kneeling above you as he pressed his lips to the inside of your wrist and waiting until he saw you smile before he curled back over you again.

When he started kissing all over the plush curve of your stomach you couldn’t help but squirm, all the soft attention he was lavishing on you making you feel things you never thought would be possible. No one had ever made you feel the way Curtis was making you feel right now, so safe and relaxed and appreciated instead of disgusting and used. It was no wonder you were starting to cry.

“Oh, hey sweetheart, what’s wrong?” The concern on his face when he realized you were crying almost made you break down, your breath hitching when he immediately crawled back up your body and rested his forehead against yours while his hands framed your waist. “I can stop, I’ll never do anything you don’t want, I promise, please don’t cry.”

“No, I’m okay, I’m just… so happy.” His face split into a warm grin at that and you couldn’t help but melt even further, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek and rubbing your nose against his as you worried your lip between your teeth. “You make me happy, I don’t know how I can possibly deserve you, I love you, Curtis.”

“Fuck, I love you too, I don’t deserve you.” He smashed his lips to yours and groaned when you arched your body into his, squeezing your waist while he drank you in before he ducked lower to start covering your breasts with kisses. “You’re so sweet and wonderful and warm, if I ever stopped making you happy I don’t know what I would do to myself.”

You whimpered when he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked gently, your cunt starting to throb around nothing while you pressed your thighs against his narrow hips. Curtis hummed into your skin when he ran his hands down to squeeze the soft cushions of your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh while he sucked on your other nipple greedily until your chest was shiny with his spit and your nipples were raised and sensitive.

“Perfect.” He couldn’t stop praising you as he moved his mouth down your body, paying special attention to the generous curve of your hips which he had very quickly decided might just be his favorite part of you, dragging your thigh over his shoulder while he nipped and sucked at the skin there until his preference was confirmed. “So soft and pretty.”

There was no way you could answer him when he dragged his nose among the crease of your hip and purred against your skin, his beard scratching you as he never pulled away from you while he pulled your panties down your legs then tossed them aside. You were so wet by the time he had kissed and licked his way up the opposite leg you could feel it dripping onto the sheets, your cunt pulsing when he sucked on the inside of your thigh and you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over your petals.

Curtis kissed the top of your mound before slowly pulling you apart, breathing in the sweet scent of you greedily and losing himself in the needy sounds you couldn’t contain. As soon as he tasted you he knew he was done for, he was never letting you go, dragging his tongue all over your slit and growling while you overtook all of his senses.

Your head started swimming when he wrapped his lips around your pussy and sucked, every muscle in your core shaking as he brought you right to the edge quickly after working you up for so long. The obscene wet noises he was making between your thighs only made it more intense, your voice leaving you in a thin keen when he wrapped his thick arms around your legs and pressed you into his face until he was almost suffocating.

All the warning he had was the way your breath caught and then he was drowning in you, your gorgeous pussy gushing and fluttering wildly and soaking his face as your pleasure flooded his mouth and he moaned. Curtis didn’t take his mouth off you until you had stopped shaking and tried to gently push him away, sucking down air once he disconnected from you and beaming as he watched bliss wash over your beautiful face and rested his cheek on your stomach.

“Perfect girl.” He kissed your palm when you cupped his cheek, leaning up so he could nuzzle at the underside of your breasts affectionately while you hummed and ran your hand over his closely shorn hair. “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, angel.”

[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?

[ilovefandoms102]

Fuel

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Curtis will do whatever it takes to protect what’s his…

Note: IT’S OUR FAVORITE TRAIN DADDY🥵 I’m so so happy to finally have an idea for this man I’ve been wracking my brain for weeks and BOOM it came to me in a dream😁

This is for @sunshinexsin​ writing challenge which you can find here! My song of choice is inspired by the title😁

Warnings🛑:smut(daddy kink, unprotected vaginal sex, sort of public sex, choking, oral(fem receiving), thigh riding, squirting, overstim), kidnapping, heavy violence, blood, guns, murder

You were 15 when the world ended, and you along with the rest of the world were thrown on the train. You were thrown to the tail end where in the beginning it was a fight to stay warm and fed, you’d somehow managed to keep to yourself and only ate when something was offered which was very little.

This was how you met Curtis, he saw you shaking in a corner, and something came over him. From then on, you were his. The two of you had always been close and hardly ever left the other‘s side. You supported him through everything including his resistance to take over the train.

Who knew that would become the biggest regret of his life?

Gilliam knew, he knew what would happen if Curtis kept his rebellious plan going. He knew they would take her, and Curtis would never forgive him for that.

It was a regular call from Mason and her goon squad, everyone was lined up. Curtis held your hand next to him, Edgar on his other side. Once Mason spotted you, she halted the guards.

“That’s her, the girl.” Mason grinned, pointing at you.

Curtis bared his teeth as he pulled you behind him, your hands clutched his jacket in fear. Your people stood up as they tried to take you, fighting against the guards.

“Curtis!” you shouted, but it was too late.

A guard came out of nowhere and hit Curtis in the temple, knocking him out cold. The same guard grabbed a hold of you, dragging you up to Mason. You were terrified, most of the tail enders that are taken up to the front of the train never come back. You’d never see your Curtis again.

Curtis set his plan in motion, he didn’t care what he had to do to get you back. No one, (no one) messed with his girl. He would have you back in his arms if it was the last thing he did. He along with the strongest of his people were making their way to the front of the train.

Curtis killed and took out anyone that was in his way. By the time he was midway through, he was covered in his and other‘s blood. They took out Mason’s men while taking her captive. He planned to torture her until she told him where his girl was.

“Where. Is. She?” Curtis growled, his teeth bared as he got in Mason’s face.

“I don’t know! I swear I don’t know! We took her to the destination Wilford said!” She cried.

“What does he want with her?!” Curtis asked harshly.

“She’s sp-special, that’s what he said.” Mason panted, Curtis squeezed her throat tighter.

“If you’re lying to me-” Curtis started.

“I’m not! I swear I’m not!” Mason pleaded.

“Take me there, now.” Curtis demanded, letting up as he pulled on her chains once he stood.

Mason took them to where she had dropped off the girl, then gunfire rained. The tail enders took cover, Curtis hissed as he was clipped in the shoulder. He caught sight of something…you.

“Y/n,” he whispered to himself.

Nothing else mattered, he was going to get you. Curtis went rabbid, taking his axe and mauling his way to the guards that were holding you.

“Y/N!” Curtis roared, your head whipping as you saw him.

“CURTIS!” you screamed, the guard holding you slammed his fist to your nose.

You spat your blood in his face, kicking his shin effectively knocking him down. You used the chain binding your hands to your advantage, stepping on the knee of the guard coming at you and swinging your other leg over their shoulders. You pulled the chain around the guard‘s neck, kicking another one that came towards you.

Curtis continued fighting his way to you, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. Edgar got back a hold of Mason, holding a knife to her throat. She screeched at the soldiers and guards fighting, commanding they stop. You dropped your knees from the guards shoulders, twisting the chain around their neck and pulling with all your might. You heard the crack, and the body fell with a loud thump.

A fellow tail section member got you free from your bindings, and you took off to your Curtis. He met you halfway, catching you in his arms as your legs wound around his waist.

“Curtis,” you whimpered, holding tight to his muscular body.

“I got ya baby, I got ya.” he sighed as he buried his nose into your neck, inhaling your familiar scent.

Gilliam and the rest of the men got the prisoners set up along with taking Mason for questioning, you hadn’t left Curtis’s side. You were practically glued to him, honestly terrified that if you let go someone else would try to take you from him.

The two of you found a corner away from everyone else, completely wrapped up in each other. You arms wound around his waist while his were around yours, his head laid on top of yours while his fingers gripped a hold of you tight.

“Shouldn't you be questioning Mason Curtis?” you asked.

“Don’t.” he grunted, because he knew what you were doing.

He knew you hated the idea of keeping him from his duties, but you were more important to him than anything to do with the fucking train.

“I just don’t-” you started, but Curtis quickly shut you down again.

“No y/n, I’ve been telling you for almost 16 years now that you are the most important thing to me. Yes, I do want to fulfill my plans and duty to the tail end, but you are my life. Nothing will ever, EVER come before you baby.” Curtis professed, tears gathering in your eyes as you looked up at him.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you so much, so much angel.” he whispered back, sealing his lips to yours.

Everyone but you and Curtis had taken advantage of being in the water section and cleaning up a bit. Now that everyone was asleep or guarding the prisoners, Curtis pulled you with him to the showers. He closed the door, hoping to add at least some privacy. While the two of you are very intimate with the other, the bunks hardly allowed for the two of you to have more than just a quick fuck to not wake anyone.

After the two of you were fully undressed, Curtis pulled you under the hot spray. Lips crashed as your back hit the wall, feverishly dancing as tongues swiped against the others. Curtis swallowed your moans as his fingers pinched and pulled at your aroused nipples, the sensation went right to your core. His knee lodged itself between your legs, encouraging you to grind down on his muscular thigh.

“Baby, did you ask daddy before fucking your pretty pussy on my thigh, hmmm?” Curtis asked, taking your throat in his large hand as he tilted your head back.

“No daddy, ‘m sorry, sorry daddy.” you babbled, but couldn’t help to still grind yourself on him.

“Daddy is in a very giving mood tonight so keep going sweetheart.” he growled, laying a loud slap on your ass while you continued to ride his thigh.

Your teeth latched on to Curtis’s shoulder, catching your mewls as your hips rutted against his as you chased your high. Your clit throbbed against his thigh, the way he tensed it ever so slightly sent you over. Curtis held you to him as he craned your neck back, kissing you breathless as your body shook. You whimpered when he pulled back, missing his closeness as he got to his knees in front of you.

Your eyes widened as he put one of your legs over his shoulder, a loud moan leaving your throat as his tongue licked up your pussy. Curtis hummed at your taste, watching as you continued shaking, but your eyes never left his.

“D-Daddy, it’s-fuck-it’s too much.” you moaned, your back arching as he buried his tongue inside of you.

A strangled gasp escaped as your eyes rolled back, holding Curtis’s hand that held your left breast as he had his favorite meal. He feasted on his girl, licking his way to that spot he knew drove you crazy. He’ll never forget the first time he watched you lose it when he discovered that spot, a moment that will be forever burned into his brain. He loved that he was the only one that ever got to see you like this, the only one that could make you feel like this. It was something he took pride in much to your horror.

He heard before he felt the gush of your cum spraying over his face along with his tongue. Curtis groaned as he slurped at what you gave him, and moments later he was standing and turning you around. You braced your hands on the wall, purring as Curtis slid his hard cock between you sensitive, puffy folds.

“I’ll fuck you right on the engine when we get to the front of the train, how’s that sound angel?” Curtis grinned, slowly sliding himself inside of you.

“Yes! Yes daddy I love that.” you cried out, winding your hand around to hold the back of his head as you met your lips with his.

“Shhhh, can’t wake everyone up sweet angel.” Curtis hushed as his hand slid to your throat again.

“Can’t help it daddy, fuck you-you always make me feel so good.” you sighed as Curtis fucked into you with urgent need.

He couldn't help himself as his free hand slapped against your ass, he loved seeing his handprint on your flesh. He watched as your ass bounced against him as he slammed his cock inside of you, the sounds leaving you so sinful it spurred him on to go faster. At this point, Curtis didn’t give a fuck if he woke up everyone, they’d get the best show of him making his girl fall apart on his cock. Some part of him hoped they were being watched, you looked so pretty taking him in your worn out pussy.

“I need to cum daddy, please-please cum in me.” you whimpered, crying out when another smack was delivered to your ass.

“Cum baby, daddy will give you what you need.” Curtis grunted as he snuck his hand down between your legs.

He rubbed at your clit harshly, just enough to make you shake as you came on him. Curtis fucked you through your last orgasm, only stopping once he himself came inside of you. He caught you when your knees buckled, holding you against him as you both came down. After he pulled out, he turned you and smashed his lips to yours one more time before the two of you actually cleaned yourselves.

The night ended with you and Curtis snuggled up and talking about life after the train is taken over.

[holylulusworld]

The assistant (11) - Heating pads and cupcakes

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, caring brother

A/N: I was on my period while writing this. So, I would like you to please bear with me.

The assistant masterlist

The assistant (10) - Apologies

“Tell me, sugar. How did you meet my brothers?” Ransom sits on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter to watch you, Jake and Mike make breakfast for the hungry pack.

“Do not talk to Y/N,” Jake warns. “I don’t know why Andy even called you. We can handle Captain Asshole on our own.”

“Captain Turd,” Lloyd corrects while walking inside the kitchen. “I think I established the name yesterday.” He grins at Steve who sits at the kitchen table. Steve sips the coffee from the café around the corner and tries to stomach the dry bagel he bought.

“Boys, play nice,” you tut and point the spatula at Lloyd. “We do not fight within these walls. Lloyd, that goes for you too. Have a seat. Coffee is ready and we are almost done preparing breakfast.”

“Uh-huh,” Lloyd plops down on the seat closest to you. “You’re wearing my apron.” He grins.

“Yeah, I figured that this must be yours,” you roll your eyes as he grins like a madman.

“Kiss the cook, he wears a mustache?” Ransom huffs and shakes his head. “That mustache looks stupid on you, Lloyd. Almost as if a caterpillar died on your upper lip.”

“Kiss my ass,” Lloyd snarls in Ransom’s direction.

“Eat shit!” Ransom retorts.

“Guys,” you clap your hands. “We have a busy day ahead. Thanks to the drama you caused yesterday, I agreed to let Captain Rogers stay another day. He didn’t get the chance to see anything but a bunch of idiots fighting each other.”

“Idiots?” Lloyd pouts. “I'm not an idiot. Andy started this. It’s not my fault my brother is an idiot.”

“Lloyd, we do not punch people, and we don’t call them idiots,” you tut. “I told you, no more fighting or I’ll hide your expensive mustache wax for a week. Your mustache will be all fuzzy without it.”

“Cupcake, did you steal my wax?” Lloyd gapes at you. “I didn’t take you for a thief, missy. You better not make it a habit.” He looks at you wearing his apron. “Or make it a habit. I like me a bad girl.”

“She’s got a very good lawyer on her side,” Andy casually walks inside the kitchen. He’s hiding the bruises his brother caused with a brand-new shirt and tie. “I will leave for a few hours. I trust you to not kill each other.”

Lloyd glares at his brother Ransom before he says, “I can’t promise anything. You brought this piece of shit into our house.”

“Lloyd!” He made it. You hand the spatula to Mike, asking him to watch the last pancake to round the kitchen island and slap Lloyd’s ass. He yelps but purrs your name. “No swear words at our home, Lloyd!”

“Our…home!” Jake, Mike, Lloyd, Ari, Andy, and Curtis who just walked inside the kitchen, stare at you in awe. They smile, and then, you end up wrapped in too many pairs of arms.

“GUYS! I can’t breathe!” You protest but it's no use. You get hugged again and again until you feel dizzy.

“Hey, what’s your role in this drama?” Ransom turns around to look at Steve while his brothers are all over you. “Damn, aren’t you Captain America?” He slides off his chair to get a better look at Steve sulk in a corner. “Wait…what is Captain America doing here?”

“They kidnapped my assistant,” Steve grumbles while watching you hug the brothers, one after another. They laugh and joke while exclaiming that you accepted their home as your own.

“Ah, I see,” Ransom nods thoughtfully. “So, you’re unwanted here too, huh?” He grins. “Hmmm…you know. My grandmother always bragged about being related to Captain America. She was a crazy old hag, but I cannot deny you are a spitting image of my grandfather.”

“What are you mumbling about over there?” Curtis didn’t forget about Ransom’s intrusion. He’s still up to give his brother a good beating. “I see, two assholes found each other during desperate times.”

You huff. “Curtis! No swear words! We talked about swear words and impulse control last night.”

“Sorry, Sunshine,” Curtis drops his gaze and sighs. If only he’d got a few minutes alone with Ransom. He’d give his treacherous brother a few more punches.

“I get that having your brother back is scary and opened old wounds. But, you should be happy to have him in your life,” you sniffle. “You don’t get a person you love back so easily.”

“Great, now you made her cry,” Andy wraps you in his arms and runs his hand up and down your back. “They’re stubborn but will behave from now on. I promise.”

“I’m only a little emotional,” you choke out a sob. “I’m on…” You shake your head. The brothers don’t need to know that you’re on your period and almost everything makes you cry. “I saw that cat video…and the cat was so cute and…then you argued... and Mike looked like the lost kitten…It made me so happy…”

“Crap,” Lloyd snaps his fingers to get his brothers' attention. “Alright! Red alert. I repeat. Red alert.”

“What now?” Curtis rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics. “What’s wrong with you?”

Lloyd turns his head toward Curtis. “You, stop sulking and get my wallet.” Lloyd snaps at Curtis before pointing at Mike and Jake. “You two, search for any movie on any platform Y/N will like.”

He crosses his arms behind his back and marches around the kitchen. “Barber don’t get too cozy with her but keep on rubbing her back. Ari, you and Curtis will go to the bakery. We will close for the rest of the week. Get all the cupcakes and shit Jake baked. We’ll need it.”

“What’s going on?” Ransom watches his brothers hastily follow Lloyd’s order. “Where’s the fire?”

“In Y/N’s uterus. Now shut up, pretty boy, and be useful for once,” Lloyd mutters at his brother. “If you want to stay, you’ll go to the guestroom in the west wing and get me all the fluffy pillows and a warm blanket. No, make it two.”

Ransom purses his lips. He weighs his options. If he wants to be part of this family again, he must play along for now. “Fine.”

“Y/N. Cupcake,” Lloyd gently pats your hair. “What’s your favorite brand? Do you need a heating pad? What painkiller do you prefer? Lloyd will get you all you’ll need.”

Steve watches the brothers make of fuzz about your period. He rubs his chin, wondering if what he feels is more than worry.

“Good job everyone!”

Lloyd grins as you snuggle into one of the fluffy pillows. You’re wearing one of Andy’s warm sweaters and the fuzzy socks Jake got for you. Ari wrapped a warm blanket around you after Lloyd carefully put a heating pillow on your lower abdomen.

Mike chose the movies you and the brothers will watch while Andy and Jake prepared food, beverages, and sweets. Curtis is currently massaging your feet while Ransom sits on the other end of the huge U-shaped sofa.

“How do you feel,  Sweetie? Do you feel better?” Jake sits next to your head to gently pat your hair. Do you need anything else?”

“Did I buy the right stuff?” Lloyd asks. He sits on the sofa and stretches his legs out. “Damn, I didn’t know there are so many lady products out there.”

“I’m good,” you murmur and snuggle further into the pillow. The brothers took very good care of you. No one ever put so much into making you feel good. “See, if you work together, you can do anything.”

“So…this is what you do? Getting lady products and feeding a sexy girl with cupcakes,” Ransom grins. “I think I could get used to this…”

“No one asked you,” Curtis huffs. He’s still angry at Ransom for leaving them. Especially, because he used to look up Ransom when he was a kid. Curtis and Ransom shared a special bond, and now, it's broken.

“No more fighting tonight,” Andy stops the brothers from arguing again. “We have a plan, don’t we.” He subtly points at Steve watching you and the brothers from his seat. He chose to sit on an armchair, still not convinced that the brothers did not mean harm to you.

Ransom stares at Steve. He rubs his chin and wonders aloud. “Back to Captain America. Isn’t it odd that he looks so much like Grandfather Steven?”

Part 12

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Curtis hasn’t actually done or said anything that isn’t sweet and endearing. So why does it seem so ominous?

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The DUFF 7

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

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“Threw your clothes in the wash,” Curtis announces as you quickly pull the tee shirt down. 

He wears only a pair of sweats, shamelessly showing off his muscled torso and thick arms. You catch yourself admiring the hair across his chest that trails down his stomach and below the elastic of his pants. He’s so effortlessly hot.

“What?” You face him, over conscious of your lack of coverage past your thighs.

“Yeah, figure I can’t send you home in dirty clothes–”

“How long is that going to take?” You blanch.

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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.

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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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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.

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“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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I'm gonna let myself seriously indulge on this one.

Reader is Tall and Plus Size woman.

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Language, Size shaming

Part 2

Every time you went out with your friends you felt like you were babysitting a bunch of toddlers. They would whine for another bottle, swear they weren't tired, and get angry when you suggested it was time to go home.

You're certain the only reason they ask you to go with them is because you're always the designated driver and your size could scare away some of the seedier guys trying to get with them. You know the reason you keep going out with them is to keep them safe. You'd genuinely feel awful if something happened to them the one time you said you weren't going to go out with them.

Elena had found a new dive bar for everyone to try. The place, named Snowpiercer, gave you bad vibes from the start but your friends were wanting to try to find a place the group could become regulars at. That meant every place deserved a chance.

You were actually heartened to see the motorcycles outside the bar. Bikers may have a mean reputation but they have rules, especially towards women and children. Hopefully, if your friends do something stupid, that'll save them without you having to endure another asshole calling you "a fat she-hulk" or "the ogre Fiona".

You all line up at the bar to order. As expected the place didn't have the best assortment of drinks but you'd let your friends work through that. You were just happy to find out they did serve food. You swear that greasy bar burgers are some of the best tasting in the world.

Tanya, the woman behind the bar, seemed ready for your group to become annoying, belligerent drunks. Her smile widened when you ordered a soda, telling her, "designated driver," by way of explanation.

"Well then that soda is on the house," she replied. "We like to reward people who look out for others."

"Thank you," you smile back. She yells out your food order to someone in the back named Andrew.

Everyone gets their drink and sits at the table (you can't fit into the booths with your long legs). This is the part of the outings you actually do enjoy: catching up, discussing struggles, congratulating wins. Most nights it makes the several hours of wrangling exhausted toddlers worthwhile.

As the designated driver it was also up to you to get everyone's food and drink from the bar. This was yet another safety measure since some of the places you went to were so crowded anyone else would get lost in the crowd and never return with the beer and nachos. As you thank Tanya for another round the door opens and a line of, what you assume to be, bikers pour in. Not wanting to be in their way you quickly duck back to your friends.

The last person to enter catches your eye. You're not used to seeing other people your size or bigger. He's at least as big as you, but with muscle instead of pudge, like yourself. He's got a nice beard, piercing blue eyes and a grumpy look.

As the bikers get their orders they start to fill in the tables and booths around the place and the bar really comes to life. Your initial concerns are gone and you really feel like this place could be comfortable. You're still going back and forth between Tanya and your table. Still on the lookout for the usual skeevy characters that hit on drunk women. Still trying your damnedest to not get into anyone's space.

It's only because you're on alert that you notice the big and tall guy looking your way more than once. It makes you feel more awkward than you know you are. You may be big and tall but you're surefooted, especially in crowds. You have your own gracefulness but he's making you feel like it's more ridiculous than you think.

Another couple of hours pass and your friends have fully reached the level of drunk that requires adult supervision. Some of the other patrons seem to take notice and pick up on the leering looks. Every time they get caught looking you give them your “don’t fuck with us” look. It’s pretty effective. You’re not a fighter but you can definitely look the part. 

Unfortunately, it’s not 100% effective. You come back with another round and a guy has intercepted Mason on her way back from the bathroom. You set the drinks down and walk towards them. She sees you and gives you a look that says, “please help me.” 

“She’s not interested,” you tell him. “Please leave her alone.”

He turns and looks up at you, “the fuck you know about what she wants?”

“I’m her friend,” you reply. “Please leave her alone.”

He laughs, “ain’t nobody friends with a fucking sasquatch like you!”

“Sasquatch,” you contemplate. “Not the usual I get called. I’ll give you credit for creativity. But the woman is here with me and a few friends. Leave her alone.” You grab Mason’s hand and pull her around the guy, getting her behind you. 

You can’t look away from him lest he take that as an attack of opportunity, so you miss that the big and tall guy is walking towards the both of you.

“Fucking cunt,” the guy booms. “Just tryin’ to have a little fun! Such a bitch! Can’t get laid so she doesn’t let anyone else get any!”

“Egg-head!” A deep voice booms from behind you. “Leave the ladies alone and I won’t tell Gilliam about your skimming.”

The man angrily mumbles, “yes, Curtis,” and shuffles off back to his small group.

You turn around and see that Curtis is the big and tall man who’s been watching you. “Thank you for the help,” you nod in appreciation. 

“Shouldn’t have needed to help,” he grumbles. “Curtis,” he says, holding out his hand. You shake his hand and give your name in return. His hands are strong and heavily calloused. 

He watches you go and settle the tab for your group, being incredibly polite to Tanya. You know that with Mason being scared like that, all the girls are going to go into support and comfort mode which means it’s time to go home. 

He’s been watching you all night, even when you didn’t notice. He watched you being kind to Tanya and Andrew. He watched you move gracefully between the drunkards. He watched you look after your friends. He watched you protect them. 

As he watches you drive away he motions to Edgar, “have someone follow her. I want to know everything we can about her.”

“You think she’s the one,” Edgar questions.

“Yeah,” Curtis nods. “She’s the one.”

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