#sorry if it's not the best i'm a little tispy on champagne lmao

[ftmsteveraglan]

Hi there sorry to bother you but I noticed you were taking requests and figured I'd ninja my way into your ask box! One thing I've seen a disturbing lack of when it comes to William/Steve x reader fics is a serious lack of plus size representation and its honestly really depressing. Could I request just... Anything with him and a plus size reader? I don't care about the context although some pining right now would really hit the spot if you decide to write a drabble. However I'm not gonna argue with headcanons too! Thank you so much! 💕

hi there! no need to apologize, i sent out that line to see if i could find any other william afficionados to gush about the old man with! and i feel that, i'm a bit of a bigger person myself, so it would be nice to have some william x plus sized reader content.

william couldn't keep his hands off of you.

at least, he never wanted to have you out of his grasp in any way. if he had it his way, you would be by his side whenever he wished, ready to love him at his beck and call.

but, alas, you had to part ways with him to go to work at your separate jobs, leaving you out of his arms for a few hours every day.

william hated it.

on the bright side, you gave him something to look forward to every night. you always came home from work earlier than he did, so when he came back from the office, you'd be there for him, always there with a hug and a, "how was your day, baby?" all of it a wonderful preamble to what would inevitably happen later that night.

he couldn't help himself. really, he tried. but how could he resist someone like you? it was like you were made for him. he loved wrapping his arms around you as you cuddled up against him in bed, enjoying your warmth against him. he reveled in slowly, teasingly moving his broad, calloused hands down your soft curves, smiling smugly as you squirmed under his touch and begged him to kiss you in that lovely voice of yours. of course, things would escalate, gentle kisses growing into something more hungry and desperate. then, his favorite part of the night, moving further towards the end of the bed, sinking his fingers into your plush thighs to part them and reach his prize.

oh, how he loved hearing you whimpering his name.

but he couldn't have that. not here. not yet.

as he waited for his next client, bored out of his mind, william picked up a picture frame on his desk. it was a picture of you, smiling brightly for the camera, in an outfit he adored on you. you'd been a bit nervous to try it on, worrying if you were too big to pull it off. he'd been very quick to tell you the truth, that you were nothing short of irresistible to him, no matter what you wore, and that anyone who thought otherwise could take it up with him.

william smiled as his gaze landed on your expression, bright and sunny and confident. just the way he liked you.

the door to his office creaked open, and he set the photo back on his desk. he could fantasize more later. once he got home, he could finally get his hands on you again, love you in the way only he could.

but for now, he would have to wait.