#steven grant x plus size reader

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hello darling! Congrats on getting 3000 followers, you honestly deserve all of them and even more. I wanted to submit this little thought and see if you liked it. Love you darling!!

Prompt- 8 and or 23 with the Moon boys

I was imagining a heartfelt smutty moment but you do whatever you want love!!

.⋆｡Moon and The Stars｡⋆.

Marc Spector x plus size reader

Steven Grant x plus size reader

Marc always believed that you loved him because you loved Steven and it’s time to prove him wrong

Warnings: Marc being insecure, hurt/comfort, fluff

WC: 1k

A/N: this is kind of shit, im sorry Finley 😭

Minors DNI

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Marc knew that Steven was your favourite. Where Marc was hard and traumatised, Steven was whole and bright. Steven brought you flowers and pastries while Marc brought wounds you had to stitch closed in the middle of the night and 5 lifetime's worth of nightmares.

You fell in love with Steven and Marc was just along for the ride.

“Honey! I’m home!” You called into the studio apartment, quickly kicking off your shoes that would have to be retrieved in the morning. “I was thinking of some Chinese or Thai tonight cause I can’t be bothered to even think about cooking.” The TV was on a low volume, providing a comforting white noise that drowned out the sounds of the London streets below.

You spotted your boyfriend’s mess of dark curly hair peeking up just over the couch and made a b-line for him. “How was your day honey?” He didn’t respond.

Marc sipped his beer, his gaze fixed on the Cubs game. He knew you wanted Steven to greet you but he didn’t think he could stand watching you lather his alter with attention and love while he was forced into the side-lines. He wanted you for himself but he didn’t deserve that. 

You appeared in his peripheral vision, all smiles and exhaustion. “Hi baby.” Your voice softened as if you were approaching a feral cat. And maybe that’s what he was to you, just a poor little kitten who’s never been loved, accepted into your home because you pity him.

Your hands curl into his perpetually knotted shoulders, absentmindedly kneading the tension away. Marc melts into your touch, as he always does. Gently, you kiss the side of his head, just above his temple where grey is already starting to overrun the black. “So what do you think?”

He hums and then seems to come back to himself. “Bout what?” His accent is thicker when he’s tired. He half expects you to be angry, to scold him for not listening, but instead you just chuckle under your breath.

“About dinner baby.” You seem to have no issue with the fact that it’s Marc on your couch and not Steven, but the venom in his stomach gurgles, reminding him that you’re just nice. You would never tell him outright what he already knew to be true.

“Whatever you want.” He shrugs. Your arms wind around his neck and your lips move lower. You kissed his ear lobe then the hinge of his jaw before finally settling on the length of his throat. You gave him a playful nip before pulling away.

“Chinese it is then! Let me get changed and then I’ll order.” You began to walk away and Marc can’t help but look back at you as you do. “Do you want your usual?” Those five words seemed to punch him in the chest. It was so casual, so domestic. 

“What about Steven?” You glanced over your shoulder from the ‘bedroom’ as you pulled off your work shirt. Marc sucked in a breath at the sight of your naked back.

“I’ll get him something too, don’t worry.” Marc shook his head in almost a child-like manner.

“No.” He cleared his throat, “Steven, I thought you would want to eat dinner with him, not me.” Your eyebrows furrowed in what seemed to be genuine confusion, it made his stomach twist with anxiety.

“I ate dinner with Steven last night, now I want to eat with you. Unless you don’t want to.” The insecurity that laced your tone sent Marc into a tailspin. 

Bloody comfort her already! Steven screamed in his head. He bolted from the couch and took you into his strong arms. “No no, I do. I just thought that maybe you’d want him cause you like him more.” 

You wretched out of his hold like he had burned you, your eyes blazing with an anger that would make even Khonshu fall to his knees. “Marc.” Bashfully, he turned away. He couldn’t bear to look into your eyes, to see the truth that lay there. 

But you weren’t having that.

Your soft hands cupped his unshaven cheeks, forcing his gaze back to you. “Marc, listen to me carefully when I say this- I do not have favourites in this relationship. I love you and Steven equally. You both are my people, my boyfriends. I know I lay it on kind of thick with Steven but he does the same for me. But with you, we can do nothing together. We can just sit side by side and that’s enough for me because you’re next to me. I like watching baseball with you even if I don’t understand it. I like when you make me coffee in the morning when you think that I haven’t gotten enough sleep. I like that you double check my bag before I leave the house because you want to know that I have everything I need for the day. I like when you get annoyed, your nose twitches like a bunny. I like that when you smile, your eyes fucking sparkle. I like that you have to sleep on your back no matter what, even if it pushes me off the bed. I like that when you get nervous, you play with my fingers. There are so many things about you that I utterly adore.

“I like you Marc. I love you so much it hurts. I think about you constantly, to the point where my coworkers are actually getting concerned. I miss you even if you’re only in the next room. So please, don’t ever think that I just put up with you for Steven’s sake because I don’t. I love you.” Marc didn’t realise he was crying until you wiped the tears from his cheeks. 

The sob that ripped from his throat was the straw that broke the camel's back. Suddenly, you were on your knees together, his face in the crook of your neck as he held you as tight as he possibly could. “My Marc.” You cooed, one hand buried in his hair, the other on the centre of his back, stroking up and down his spine slowly. 

Marc looked up to you once his tears dried. Your eyes were red too but he could clearly see now what he had been purposefully ignoring for so long. You looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars and he knew that he would do it, just for you.

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[guruan]

Hi! I love your artwork! I found your work when I first started in the Moon Knight fandom! Speaking of the Moon Boys... if you're still taking requests and it's not too much to ask... can I ask for drawings of the Moon Knight boys embracing/hugging a plus sized reader/figure?

Hi dear! Hope you like them ❤❤

Guruan's 1k followers celebration

(Not intentional but I kinda drew different poses but all of them side profiles for them??? Hahaha)

[artemisthewh0re]

BEGGING FOR OSCAR ISAAC SMUT PLWASSEEEE

Pretty Please

Steven Grant x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: Submissive/passive male, body worship, blowjobs, PiV, stuttering (💦), creaming/squirting, and creampie

A/N: Your prayers have been answered. I haven't done a submissive male smut before so this probably isn't that good but who cares. Steven>>>Marc

"Come on Steven, it's okay to be shy," you pur, a sense of cunning seduction in your eyes.

Steven's eyes are wide with bewilderment, his jaw is practically on the floor. You can't help but giggle at his face as you look up at him from between his legs.

"It's been awhile…Actually I've never--"

You cut him off by putting your index finger over his lips.

"Shhhh I'll take good care of you. I promise." Steven's cock is already hard but those words are his breaking point. If it could, his dick would've broken through his half-zipped pants. Your fingers dance around his bulge before relieving Steven of his pants. You hear a hiss escape his lips as you free him from his boxers.

"Are you sure about this? I mean it's only the first date, we don't--"

"Steven, do you want me to suck your dick?" You interrupt.

"Oh God yes," he sputters out in a hurry.

"Ask nicely."

"Can you suck my cock?" You raise an eyebrow waiting for more. "Pretty please?" You oblige him and run along stripe down the shaft with your tongue.

"Oh fuck," Steven whispers, eyes rolled far into the back of his head. Your tongue explores his tip with ease, gliding up and down the slit before fully taking him in. Steven releases a heavenly moan but quickly slaps his hand over his mouth.

"Don't stop, I like the sounds you make," you tease before taking his entire length down your throat. You gag a little as it gets close to your uvula.

"Oh god I'm not gonna be able to last much longer," Steven blurts out. His eyes look scared of what's coming next. You add both your hands to his shaft and focus your mouth solely on the tip, making it as sloppy as possible. Steven grips the cushion of the couch as he lets out a moan from deep within his chest. Warm translucent liquid hits your tongue as you continue to work your mouth around him.

"HOLY CHRIST," he exclaims as he releases his load. "You're amazing." He looks down at you and brings your face to his. Adoring kisses are placed across your face as you lift up off the floor and onto Steven's lap. He slides easily into your soaking pussy, hitting all the right places as you start to ride him.

"God you're heavenly." Steven roams every curve of your body, staring in awe as the moonlight perfectly illuminates your dark skin. Your fingers entangle themselves in his dark curly hair and gently but firmly yank his head back so you can press kisses onto his throat.

Hips smash together in a desperate attempt to quickly reach an orgasm. Surprisingly Steven lasts longer than you but only by a few seconds. The feeling of you unraveling on him pushes him off the edge. His attempt to pull out is easily thwarted and he spills into your sopping cunt. You both take a moment to wake from your lustful haze, looking deep within his eyes. You could look at those eyes for the rest of your life.

[guruan-is-not-here]

Hey!I am hoping I am still within the 12 hours of requesting and if I am, In terms of requesting things, I was thinking, maybe some NSFW sketches of the plus size female reader, and the moon boys. The level of NSFW is up to you. depending on your comfort level.

I do also wanna add I love how you draw the moon boys you draw them so fucking well and every request you’ve done so far SFW/NSFW has been fucking phenomenal!



Aww! thank you so much!❤❤

I gave him a messy hair, just so it could be more neutral about who he is 😊😊

[oddballwriter]

Jake with plus sized/chubby reader.

Steven with plus sized/chubby reader.

Marc with a plus sized/chubby reader.

I just know they like them like that.

I want all my chubby/plus sized followers to know that the moon boys would love you.

[megamindsecretlair]

Room 1918

Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair

Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Dominance, breeding kink, unprotective p in v, fingering fem receiving, biting, cum play, blow job, and dirty talk.

Word Count: 3,569k

Summary: After the troubling events of Civil War, Steve is constantly on the move. But even a super soldier has needs. He just so happened to fall for your charms and you promptly fell into an arrangement. At each hotel you meet at, you reserve Room 1918 and wait for him.

A/N: What can I say, I'm toasted and feral AF for Nomad Steve and just kept writing. Apologies in advance if I missed warnings or offend anyone.Not beta'd or proofread all that well, it's almost 5am for me. LOL. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

He’s late. You pace back and forth in front of the window, peeking out every so often. You bite your lip as you think about all the reasons he could be late. The feds caught up to him, he was killed, or some emergency. You think about turning on the TV but the thought of seeing his face plastered on the news makes you sick. 

In between your worries, you’re also excited. Your skin iss sensitive already. You anticipate all the wicked things Steve will do to you tonight. You blow out a breath and look out of the window one more time. 

A knock on the door makes you jump. Your heart races as you cross the dark navy carpet towards the door. You look through the peephole and see a familiar bearded figure with a cap on his head. Still, per his instructions anyway, you call out, “Who’s there?” 

“It’s me,” his deep voice rumbles from the other side. You smile and open the door. Steve stands before you in dark jeans, gray shirt, and a black hoodie. His cap is pulled low over his brow and his beard is growing out. He has a full and proper beard this time, most likely to fool security cameras.

You lean your head on the hotel door and just drink him in. Even in casual clothes, he looks every inch the super soldier you know him to be. Your cheeks warm as you objectify him. His broad shoulders barely fit through the frame as he walks in. 

He pushes past you smelling like sandalwood and soap and man. He is at least a foot taller. He towers over you. He sniffs at you as he brushes past looking down and looking you over. 

You’re wearing a baby pink robe with black trimming. The bottom slightly flared to accommodate your wide hips and it was trimmed in faux mink. It contrasted perfectly with your russet skin. The dim hotel lights make your skin glow and you hope the glitter was showing. But the dark look in his blue eyes let you know that it didn’t matter. He is devouring you in one look. 

“You are a treasure,” he says. 

You giggle softly and close the door behind him. You lock the door and stand before him and let him look his fill.

He takes off his cap and throws it onto the mahogany dresser. His hair is darker, the blond more akin to brown now. His hair is longer too, runaway strands landing into his pretty face. 

“You broke our rule,” he grumbles. His brows draw down, scowling at you.

“Which one?” 

“I could see you from the parking lot, looking out of the window. You can’t do that. If someone catches you…”

“They won’t. No one knows about us. We’ve been careful,” you say. You approach him until you are chest to chest. 

“All the same. Don’t look out of the window. Someone could see, or someone could harm you. These windows aren’t that effective.”

You roll your eyes. You did not wait a whole fucking month to hear a lecture about safety and evasion tips. All you had were stolen moments. One day of being in his arms. The other days, there was no communication. Full and total blackout. You anxiously awaited news that he was captured or killed. Until the next time he hit up your email. 

You set up a joint email account and communicated via the draft folder. He’d send you a city and you’d book a flight. Since you worked for yourself, there was no one to answer to but yourself. Your friends and family just thought you liked to travel. They called you lucky.

You were dating a ghost. And every day he was on the run, was another day you could never be together. And it hurt. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asks. 

“I promise I won’t look out of the window next time,” you say. 

“Did you roll your eyes at me?” His voice pitches lower and he scowls even further at you. He spoke slowly as if you hadn’t heard him the first time. A tingle shoots up your legs. 

“Yes, I did,” you say. You raise your eyebrow at him.

Steve sighs and rubs his beard. “I’m not in the mood,” he says. 

You coo and closed the remaining distance, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. “I can fix that,” you say. You trail your hands lower, moving your hands over his jeans. A noticeable bulge grows under your exploring hands and you rub him over his jeans.

Steve grabs your wandering hands in one hand and narrows his eyes at you. His blue eyes are scalding. You would’ve flinched if it didn’t just turn you on. The Steve that stayed hidden away was swimming to the surface. The side of him that he kept hidden was there. 

“I said I’m not in the mood. You’re taking dangerous risks. I won’t risk you,” he says. 

“It’s not dangerous, Steve. I promise. I just…I miss you so fuckin’ much,” you say. 

“That doesn’t mean you can put yourself at risk. You know you belong to me. What would I do without these days I get to see you?” He asks.

He’s right of course, the arrogant prick. “I won’t do anything to risk that, Steve,” you say. An attitude creeps into your tone and you know the moment you fucked up. His eyebrows shoot up at the same time his hands squeezes yours. 

“Just for that, you don’t get your treat tonight. You’ll have to wait another month,” he says.

“Oh come on,” you whine. You know you sound annoying and you hated it. 

“Keep it up, I’ll make it two months.”

“Steve, please,” you say. You pout, sticking out your bottom lip and rounding your eyes. 

“Three months,” he says. His jaw clenches as he stares you down.

“Please Steve, I won’t make it that long,” you plead. 

“I don’t care.” He grabbs your jaw, squeezing your rounded face until your lips pucker. “I told you that I’m not in the mood. Get your ass on the bed, now,” he growls so close to your face that his breath fans over it. He pushes you away until you stumble back a bit.

You manage to lick your lips. Something bad happened today. It was either a close call or he failed to help someone. That whole other side was begging to be pushed. He thought he needed total obedience, but he needed to get worked up more. To push past that barrier and consume you body and soul. 

“Let me make it up to you,” you say. You approach him and slid to the floor to get on your knees. You move closer on your knees. You reach up for his jeans and unbuckle his belt. You tug it through the metal loop. As you work to free him, you keep your eyes on him. He’s so tall, he might as well be a giant. Especially while you were on your knees.

The mink at the bottom of your robe tickles your legs and only works to make your skin hyperaware. The hold the man had on you was like being drunk. Total loss of your control. Your head is fuzzy and you sway. And you overall feel so damn horny, you were nearly combusting.

“Let me earn back my months,” you say.

You palm him and he sighs. His eyes flutter closed as you work him up and down softly. Your hand glides over his velvety soft dick. The serum really increased everything about him. His thick length intimidates you. You’ve sucked him off before but every time required a pep talk.

You lick the head of his dick, painting your tongue with his precum. You swallow the head and lick back and forth over the tip. A groan leaves Steve as he throws his head back. You take him in further, swallowing him down. His hips jerk forward and he digs his hands into your hair.

He places his palm on your scalp and grabs your hair at the roots. He soon takes over, fucking your mouth as if you were nothing more than a hole to be used. He sets the rhythm and the pace, bouncing you up and down. You look at him as you hollow out your cheeks. 

Steve’s dick hits the back of your throat, causing you to choke a bit. Steve groans hearing your whimpers and moans and quiet pleas. Still, he is relentless. Your jaw hurts and tears gather in your eyes.

“That’s my dirty fuckin’ girl,” he says. “Suck that dick, baby.” His whispered commands make your pussy clench with vicious need. His balls slap your chin. He reaches down with his other hand to pull on your dark left nipple. It was his favorite nipple for some reason. Probably because it was slightly bigger than the right and you swore it was more sensitive. Every time he pinched you, it sent a straight shot of desire to your pussy. 

Your whimpers increase, creating a sexy symphony of carnal sounds. His harsh breaths mingle with your crying and soon he’s groaning. “Fuck, this mouth is gorgeous,” he moans.

Steve abruptly pulls out of your mouth with a growl. He grabs your arms and lifts you to your feet. He leans in and licks the tears off your cheek. Then he’s kissing you, stroking his tongue against yours. He grabs your face and moves you backward until your legs are hitting the bed.

“You’re gonna take this cum inside of you,” he say.

“Yes, Steve,” you huff. You rotate your jaw to get some feeling back into it. 

“You only earned one month back,” he say.

You open your mouth to speak but Steve’s eyes burns holy retribution. He finally snaps. He pushes you onto the bed. You hop once. He stares down at you and rubs his beard. You got the sense that he was trying to figure out the best way to attack you. 

He glares at you as he strips. His shirt and hoodie are off in one fell swoop and flung onto the floor. He shucks off his shoes and socks and relieves himself of his jeans and underwear.

Fuck, he was beautiful. Tanned skin, a glory trail down to his impressive dick. It bounces under your gaze and you lick your lips. 

“You better be fuckin’ wet,” he says. He rips open your robe, the snaps releasing at once. You learned your lesson with the button and latch ones. Your robes kept getting shredded with his inhuman strength. And you really like this one. 

You don’t wear anything underneath. Somehow you knew that tonight would be different. Whether it was a hunch or intuition, it came in handy tonight. His gaze roams over your body, sighing and cooing in pleasure.

“You’re really fuckin’ perfect,” he croons. He kept eye contact as he leans forward and over you, licking your tummy. You whimpers. His rough tongue was divine. Surely it was a crime to be this addicted to somebody. His every touch set your nerves on fire. 

Fresh arousal drips out of your pussy and you keen forward trying to get his attention. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that needy little cunt for you,” he says. Oh god, you whimper. 

He climbs onto the bed, forgoing your usual treat of him eating you out. You hoped that after he got that post-nut clarity, he’d be all too happy to oblige. But knowing him, he’d stick to it out of spite. By simply knowing that you needed his lips on your pussy. 

As he came over you, he kisses you so sweetly. Feathering his kisses over your full, luscious lips. He kisses the side of your mouth and then your jaw. He licks a hot trail on your neck. 

Your hands came up to rub his back. He’s on fire. He’s a living furnace under your fingertips. His muscles contract and flex beneath your touch. 

“I’m gonna fill that needy cunt with my seed. I want you so full,” he growls in your ear. The subtle gravel in his voice makes you tingle all over. “I need you so badly. Please,” you beg. 

You’re not too proud to beg. Your pussy aches and feels empty. You need him to fill you up now.  You had a very low tolerance for just about everything. Least of all this weird middle between pleasure and pain. 

Steve denies you further. He continues to rain kisses on your chest, sucking on your titty and biting you. He licks the sting away and then latches on to your nipple. He sucks and teases the little bead between his teeth. He uses one hand to dig under you and grab on to your fat ass. 

He squeezes and growls in satisfaction. He uses his other hand to roll your other nipple with his fingers. You moan and writhe. You sigh. “Please, please, please,” you cry.

He kneads your breast and pinches your nipple. Then he switches sides. His mouth came over his favorite nipple and gave it just as much attention. Freezing hotel air hit your wet nipple and you shivered. His free hand came up to warm your titty once more. 

“Steve,” you beg. You couldn’t speak anymore. It was too much.

“That’s my filthy girl,” he says. He lowers his left hand to dance over your damp curls. You suck in a breath. He digs his finger between your pussy lips and sighs. You’e so wet, the sounds of which echoed in the silent room. 

“You’re making a mess over here, sweetheart,” he chides. You whimper and your legs shake. Your nails dig into Steve’s shoulders. He rubs your clit in agonizingly slow circles. Your arousal ramps higher and higher until your body begins to jerk and twitch. 

“Cum for me, dirty girl. Cum on my fingers,” he croons. 

You’re stuttering breaths and shaking so much that he leans down further until he is right on top of you. The solid weight of him made you come undone. He curls his fingers inside of you and you come with a powerful force, waves of please washing over you. Your body seizes as you come. 

Steve talks you down from it, calling you a pretty girl and beautiful and gorgeous. Each new adjective soaked into your brown skin, lighting you up from the inside. You absently rub his head, letting his silky tresses slip through your fingers. 

Your skin’s overheated. If it wasn’t for his body laying on top of yours, you would’ve been shivering from how incredibly cold you were. You sniffle as runaway tears escaped your eyes. 

Steve kisses your cheek, once again licking up the tears. He makes his way back to your mouth. He kisses you lazily. As if you had all the time in the world. He bites your bottom lip hard enough to sting. Then he licks it away. He leans back and sucks on his fingers. The fingers that were inside of you.

You smell your arousal on his fingers. Your breathing starts to settle as Steve sticks his fingers into your mouth. You taste yourself on his fingers and whimper. 

He leans up until he’s kneeling on the bed. He grabs your thighs and moves them to his hips so that he’s lined up perfectly. He pitches forward and lets his smooth dick rub your clit. You’re still a bit sensitive from your orgasm so you twitch on every up-slide. 

Then, he shoves in one full thrust. You’re so slippery, he slides in without resistance. You both moan at the contact. You’re finally full and fuck, it burns so good. He stays like that for a few moments as you acclimate to his size and girth. 

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so damn good,” he says. 

You whimper beneath him and move up and down, trying to signal without words that he needed to move. He pants above you. His floppy hair falls over his brow and half in his eyes. He licks his lips as he stares at you.

Oh, right. You tap his arm twice to let him know that you were okay and he could keep going. You found out pretty quickly that he was capable of rendering you catatonic. You needed a system that communicated through taps to let him know that you were down for everything he was doing. 

He leans forward and kisses you before sliding out of you and then sliding back in. “Such a messy, filthy girl. You’re making a mess all over my dick,” he says.

“Oh god, Steve,” you cry. You clench around his dick and you both groan. You grab onto his forearms and wrap your thick legs around his waist. He starts to piston inside of you, going so deep and hard that he’s hitting the shit out of your G spot. 

You hold on, bouncing on his dick. His balls slap against your ass. 

“Fuck, I’m going to give you all this cum, sweetheart. Tell me you want it,” he says.

“I want it so badly. Please fill me up, please.” 

A desperate need takes hold of you. He feels so good sliding in and out of you with ease. You truly are making a mess. He takes your wrists in his one palm and lifts them above your head until your breasts are on full display. His other hand grips your knee and pushes it back to get a better angle. Somehow, he’s able to go deeper and you make all kinds of incoherent sounds.

You’re pretty sure you’re gonna bruise in the morning. His grip is punishing, locking you into place. Steve chases his own orgasm, giving you no more thought as he closes his eyes and groane. His stomach contracts from the effort of gliding into you. 

“Take this fuckin’ cum, sweetheart. I want your pussy full of my cum. Only mine. Help me fill you up,” he grunts.

He thrusts harder, his thighs slapping against yours. You clench and clench around him, your belly burning with the need to cum. 

“I’m going to put a baby in that pussy of yours. I want your belly to be swollen,” he growl. 

“Oh fuck,” you scream. An orgasm rips through you. Sparks fly behind your eyelids. Your body convulses and twists and turns. Steve lets go of your wrists to hold himself up. He pumps three more times before bursting inside of you with a long, guttural moan. 

His hot seed squirts inside of you, bathing your insides. He pumps a few more times before dropping on top of you. He shakes and you rub his back. You touch every inch of him you could get your hands on. 

He withdraws and you make embarrassing squelching noises as he pulls out. His cum leaks out. You groan from the sensation. He leans up and away, leaning back on his haunches so he can grab your legs and spread them apart.

He surveys his handy work and lord help, but you were getting aroused again. He grunted in between his huffs. 

“You keep that fuckin’ cum inside you,” he growls. He dips his hand down to gather up the cum that slips out. Then he pushes it back inside of you, massaging your overworked pussy. 

“That’s my fuckin’ pussy, that I can use however I want right?” He asks.

“Yes, Steve,” you whisper. You shiver from him fucking his cum back into you. 

“You gonna keep this cum inside you? You gonna grow my baby?” He asks.

“Oh god, yes Steve,” you whine. 

This orgasm sneaks up on you. One minute he is adding a third finger inside of you and the next, you’re huffing and whining and whimpering again. He fucks you through it, moving his fingers in and out as you cry out. Your sweet cries flow over the walls and hit you back.

“So needy and filthy,” he says. 

As you come down, he grins at you for the first time that night. He licks his fingers as he gives you a devilish grin. 

“The things I’m going to do to you tonight,” he says wistfully. His eyes look over your deep russet skin, your big tummy, and juicy breasts. 

You yawn and he chuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart. Get some sleep, we’ve got a long night to make up for.”

Steve untangles himself from you, crossing the room to the bathroom. You curl up on your side as sleep tugs heavily. Steve returns with a washcloth to clean you up. You feel the cold circle of your arousal on the bed. It’s huge. You groan. You can’t believe that all of that came out of you. 

Steve takes care of himself with his own washcloth before laying down and pulling you into him. His warm chest hits your back and your ass hits his dick. You both sigh as you wiggle a bit. Steve tells you to behave. 

He wraps a massive arm around your waist and pulls you closer, his fingers curling underneath you. You’re locked in and aren't about to go anywhere. 

You fall into a deep, deep sleep curled up with the literal man of your dreams.

There's more Steve to love! The Secret Nomad Steve Files

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Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps (Noir!Jake Lockley x WOC Lounge Singer!Reader)

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(late 1940s Noir AU) Of all the gin joints in all the world, Jake Lockley walks into yours. Unfortunately for him, it's not quite the start of a beautiful friendship.

Stranger Danger (Steven Grant x Fem!Reader)

There's safety in numbers, do you want mine? (too soon?)

Salt & Pepper (Moon Knight System x GN!Reader)

Marc, are you familiar with the term "silver fox"?

Comedy of Errors (Steven Grant x GN!Reader)

The course of true love never did run smooth. And neither does the play you watch unfold.

Burn (Jake Lockley & GN!Reader)

What's a few burnt mementos between friends?

Cry (Marc Spector x GN!Reader)

Three times Marc told you it was okay to cry, and one time you returned the favor.

Perks of Being a Wallflower (Jake Lockley x Plus Size Fem!Reader)

For Jake, a night on the town means sticking to the background, listening for signs of trouble. That all changes when he sees you at the dance hall.

Last Night (Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader)

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

You're usually tight-lipped about your frustrations, especially when it comes to Jake. But a drink too many leaves you spilling your thoughts one by one.

An Unexpected Proposition (Kíli x Fem!Reader)

part 1 part 2

An injured dwarf appears on your doorstep. Do you grant him sanctuary on this stormy night?

Moon Knight Spring Bingo Card (2024)

most of my WIP folder is going toward this, bless

peep my character playlists lol

[cosmicblogs]

Hi! Was wondering if I could request something angsty w/ Steven? Maybe a plus size!reader scenario where reader has been feeling super insecure lately and has kinda distanced themself from Steven? In their head their kinda like “Steven is way out of my league. He must be with me out of pity or something.” Reader doesn’t talk to Steven much and poor guy is so confused cause he thinks he did something wrong. Just some angst with a happy ending. Potential smut?👀 add or change anything you see fit 🙏

How could you love me?

Warning:

fat shaming, angst,fem!reader,fluff,swearing and smut, sub!reader and dom!steven.

She got out of the tube and looked up in the mirror, her body covered in droplets of water. She looked up in the mirror and felt so disgusted. She looked down and grabbed the plush of her stomach, her eyes tearing up. How could he like her when she looked like this? She never really had a problem with her body. She felt comfortable in her skin. I mean, she should, because she was the only one wearing it. She should be the only one casting judgement on it, but the mumbles and whispers of her coworkers made her want to sink to the ground. The words repeated in her head over and over made her remember the smacking of her gum and her sickening red lipstick. “Did you hear Steven has an irlfriend? I didn't think she’d be so.." "fat." Donna finished “Donna!” The snarky coworker whispered and yelled, “She’s still pretty.” The coworker finished Donna snorted back, "A pig is still a pig.” They thought she didn’t hear, but she heard, and she remembered now she was standing in front of her mirror, sobbing. Pig. They see her as a pig. Not only did they call her fat, they thought she was ugly too. How can she look the way she does? And then having Steven claim he loves or even considering her beautiful? It must be out of pity Steven was always too sweet for his own good her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock “dove? Are you okay you’ve been in there for an hour” his voice was lace with worry “yeah I’m okay” she said back in a shaky voice she dried off her body and left the bathroom the towel tightly wrapped around her body Stevens eyes trailed down her body she walked into their shared room and changed she wore a oversized sweatshirt and pink shorts she laid down on their bed wrapping her whole body in her blanket “dove what’s wrong?” Steven asked again “why do you love me” she said sitting up “what?” Steven replied back confused “I heard people talking about me Steven and I’m starting to agree with them I’m confused on why you try and act like you love me when you could have any other woman in London,a thinner woman” she replied back with tears bubbling in her eyes steven’s face dropped in realisation “why would I want anyone else when I have you? Dove your so beautiful from the moment I first saw you I fell in love with you I don’t care if you’re thin or not either way I think you’re body is gorgeous do you want want me to show you how beautiful you are?” Stevens words had her speechless so she simply nodded “words love” he said sternly “y-yes” she replied nervously “good girl” he said he could see a slight shiver run down her spine he slightly chuckled in response “come here sweetheart” Steven said in a gentle voice her feet shuffled towards him he gently grabbed her neck and kissed her softly “so pretty” he muttered “my pretty girl” he says while gently ceasing her face with his thumb his nose touching hers not backing away his warm breath fanning her mouth he leaned closer to her lips kissing her his tongue finding hers their wet pink muscles slowly began to massage each other in a passionate kiss he rhymethicly moved his face with hers she whimpered in the kiss and Steven groaned back.

He slowly started to pull up her shirt, pausing for a minute to look at her chest. Then, with the small stretch marks painted along them, he completely took it off the piece of fabric, moving it from over her head. Once he had it completely off of her, his hand moved slowly to her soft mounds. Her breath hitched at the feeling of his callused hands and his cold fingers moving along her soft skin. The tips of his fingers found her nipples; they were already pebbled. He began to press and pull on them, making her gasp into his mouth. His mouth left hers as he travelled down her jaw, then down her neck, sucking, hickies sucking, and nipping at her skin, then licking it to soothe the love bite. He moved his mouth all the way down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, eagerly licking and sucking it slowly, looking up at her through his long lashes, watching her whimper and groan, his fingers playing with the other one. She gasped loudly, her head tilted back, and her thighs began to rub together to reveal the ache between her legs. His teeth lightly grazed her nipple. He watched her shiver and her eyes shoot open as her hands went into his hair, tugging slightly. He moaned at the feeling of the vibration of his moan sending more pleasure and a slight buzz in her spine.

Steven’s eyes travelled to her lower half. Her pussy was soaked, and her plush thighs had a wet sheen on them. “See dove? You look beautiful, I bearly even touched you, and your dripping to your thighs,” he gently pushed her onto the bed so that she was on her back, and he was hovering over her. He placed a gentle peck on his lips, a trail of kisses to her jaw, to her neck, then to her stomach. He stopped his kisses right under her belly button. "I want you to call yourself pretty. Can you do that for me?” He says in a breathy voice, "Steven, I-” She was about to speak, but Steven interrupted her. “If you don't, I can’t continue, baby, so can you do it for me?” Steven says, forcing her legs open, his head resting on her thigh. "I'm pretty," she said shyly. "Such a good girl, always so obedient," he says, smiling at her proudly. She looks away from him nervously. "Look at me," he commands. She moves her head and looks at him immediately. "Good girl," he coos. He slowly puts her legs over his shoulders. "Steven, stop, too heavy,” she whined. "I don’t care, come here,” he says while pulling her in closer, lowering his mouth. He licked from her clit to her entrance. He pulled away a string of slick attached to his mouth. “Fuck love, is this from kissing or me praising you?” He knew the answer was both. He gently licked at her pussy lips, then spread them apart with his fingers. He sucked on her clit. Her body squirmed, and her hands were gripping the sheets as he gently pushed his tongue into her hole. As he did that, he brought his thumb to her clit and started circling it. With her hips bucked into his mouth, he placed his arm over her hips and held her in place while he ate her cunt.

He pulled away, slowly pushing his fingers into her. She soaked them. He moved his mouth to her clit and began to suck on it. She moaned, and she could feel it vibrate throughout her whole body. He licked his thumb and moved it, placing it at her tight, perked-up hole. He started pushing in and out of both holes and licking and sucking on her clitoral area.her back arched and she screamed and her body spasmed as she came her blurry vision going white Steven could feel her cumming her cunt convulsing around his fingers leaking a sticky essence around it he pulled his fingers out licking them clean then turning back to her cunt licking the mess that remained as he slowly pulled away she was still squirming and twitching when he sat up and pulled his shirt off and started unbuckling his pants her eyes were wide as she watched him strip naked and then move back up the bed hovering over her “I’m gonna fuck you till you see what I see”.

I want him so bad I hope u enjoyed it anon. 😭

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Thirteen- Smell

Word Count: 444

Warnings: Domestic fluff & Steven being a sweet man

Notes: One of the Moon Boys has popped up. 🤭 I pictured him doing something relaxing like this for someone he loves. I know @megamindsecretlair and @soft-girl-musings would like it

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Steven had been biding his time. Keeping his Donna off his back at the museum for at least the last few months. It was now Spring so there were going to be new shipments of items to sell and he'd be able to stock up on what he needed.

Grant is an honest man, so he’s no one to steal. Instead, he buys one set twice a week for a month straight so he had eight of them. The text he sends you isn’t clear on exactly what he wants to do when he comes over to see you in the evening. Mainly that he wanted to take care of you because you’d been complaining that your muscles were sore most of the time. He cooked dinner, the curry of the chicken paired perfectly with the Parmesan couscous and red wine he’d picked out. Steven enjoyed cooking for you, saying that it was because he felt lucky to have you.

Often, you reminded him it wasn’t luck, you’d bought him tea at the small drink cart outside of the museum where he’d poked fun at your coffee order. He jokingly said that if he could pick a tea you’d drink instead of coffee, then you might go on a date with him. He picked hibiscus tea for you and it did taste good but couldn’t quite replace your coffee. You haven’t told him after six months of dating that he was wrong. You do drink the tea more often now that he makes it for you.

He even asked that you wear the turquoise dress that he’d bought you because he called you his source of joy. Sometimes you think Steve is exaggerating about how much he grown to care you down to making sure he had shirts that were large enough for you to wear but had his scent in it for when he’d need to do overnight inventory and he wouldn’t be able to stop by.

He watched as you walked into the bathroom and you dropped the dress to the floor at his encouragement. Steven had run you a bath and added frankincense to the water, having you soak your tired muscles. He starts explaining that the scent was used for embalming but it was also for healing and anti-inflammatory properties. While Steven lifted your legs and arms to massage you in the water he continued to explain, you dosed off to the comforting timbre of his voice. The citrus notes of the oil with the faint scent of of mint from his own tea he’d had after dinner lull you further into relaxation, the scents of his love for you.

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Updated Masterlist (+18)

A/N: Hey, readers! You can call me Use or Honey! As a novice fanfiction writer, I ask that you please have patience with me. I’m not a fast writer and I have lots of responsibilities that will delay my writing but I’m still dedicated to giving you all the best of content. I’m growing everyday with my writing so I’m always looking for room for improvement. Either way, I appreciate the love and support I’ve received. Thank you so very much! ❤️

Started: 06/07/2022

Last Updated: 07/26/2023

Latest Work(s): Made With Love (Eddie x Plus!Reader)

Total Works: 55

⚡= Angst

☁️= Fluff

🌩️= Angst/Fluff

🌧️= Fluff/Smut

⛈️= Angst/Fluff/Smut

💦= Smut

💧= Implied Smut

⚠️= DARK

📥 = Requests

🚫= On Hold

🛑= Permanent Hiatus

✅ = Completed Series

🔥= Popular (1k & up notes)

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Stranger Things

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001

IMAGINE

Peter being vocal during sexy times 💦

ANGST

Where Do We Go From Here 📥 ⚡️

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Love, Papa ⚠️⛈️

***Vecna

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 📥⚠️💦🔥

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2 📥⚠️💦

Eddie Munson

IMAGINE

Innocent!Newkid!Eddie inviting you over 💧

Eddie helping with skin care routine ☁️

ANGST

FLUFF

I loved You First 1 🌩️

Made With Love ☁️

SMUT

The Elf Princess & Her Beloved 🌧📥

“Come Again?” 💦📥🔥

Eddie Had A Little Lamb 💦📥

Wrap It Up! 💦📥🔥

You’re Not The Boss Of Me 💦

SERIES

The Satanic Panic ⛈🚫

Cruel Little Vixen ⛈ 🔥

Steve Harrington

IMAGINE

Scoops Ahoy Steve doll comes to life ☁️💧

ANGST

Play Side A ⚡️💦

FLUFF

Too Quiet ☁️

SMUT

I Thought I’d Lose You 🌧

Play Side B ⚡️💦

SERIES

Montagues and Capulets ⛈🛑

Steddie x Reader

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

The Final Girl 💦⚡️⚠️ 🔥

SERIES

Jim Hopper

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Murray Bauman

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

Just Share The Damn Bed 💦⚠️

Let Me Show You 🌧

Daisy Dukes 💦

SERIES

Jonathan Byers

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 1 ⚠️💦⚡️

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 2 ⚠️💦⚡️

SERIES

Argyle

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Billy Hargrove

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

This Isn’t You ⚠️⚡️💦🔥

SERIES

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Moon Knight 

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

Adeline’s Hex 💦

SERIES

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OTHER MARVEL FANDOMS

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Steven Grant “Steve” Rogers

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Stucky x Reader

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

Breakfast In Bed ☁️💧

SMUT

SERIES

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OUTER BANKS

Topper Thornton

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

The Jezebel ⚠️💦

Everything Has Changed⚡️💦

SERIES

Rafe Cameron

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

JJ Mayback

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid 

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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Alice In Borderland

Arisu Ryohei

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

I’d Stop The World ⛈️🔥

Video Games 💦🔥

I Still Get Jealous ⛈️📥

SERIES

Chishiya Shuntaro

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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TOM FELTON CHARACTERS

Draco Malfoy

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Dr. Julian Albert

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

I’ll Make You Pay ⚠️💦⚡️

SERIES

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OTHER FANDOMS

I Know What You Did Last Weekend (Battinson x Kravitz!Selina Kyle x Plus!Reader) ⚠️💦

How To Be King (Viserys Targaryen III x Plus!Reader) ⛈️

Run With Me (Ser Criston Cole x Virgin!Targaryen!Reader) ⛈️

When A Stranger Knocks At Your Door…(“Doctor”Enmu x NurseNun!Reader ⚠️💦

[plussizefantasia]

Thank you so much Again for all those drabbles ❤️

They Really made my Day..

And for Moon knight I can imagine Nr. 1 And 14. (Marc Spector in front)

And i sure it wont be trashy, because you dont write like that, i love your style of writing ❤️

Sending so much love and hugs And thank you Again 💋

Coming Home

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

Summary: You leave Marc to keep him safe, and he comes to take you home.

Word Count: ~700

A/N: I've never written for any of the Moon Knight boys before but I actually really like how this turned out! Thanks for all the requests during this drabble marathon, I've got a few new ideas for full fics that I'd like to write and more desire to get some of my WIPs wrapped up!

He had always said you were paranoid. Coming from him though, it meant absolutely nothing to you. Marc Spector was the picture definition of paranoia and you wouldn’t be taking any shit from him on that front.

Maybe he had a point though. A deal gone wrong had put you on the first plane out of Cairo and to some random little town in the Midwest. You had used all your contacts up getting documents faked, new bank accounts anything to get you off the grid. You were good at what you did, when you didn’t want to be found you wouldn’t. But no matter how good you were Marc was better, especially when it was you on the line.

You and Marc had a complicated relationship, you loved one another that was never in question, but your astonishing commitment issues and Marc’s never-ending stream of trauma had caused issues between the two of you. You would do anything for him and vice versa but sometimes you just couldn’t stand the man. He had told you about Steven about a year into your relationship, the two of you had never met but you did everything you could to reassure Marc that it was okay, this didn't change the way you felt about him. He didn’t want to seem vulnerable and you understood that so you never pushed. But you left, you didn’t want to put either of them in danger so you packed up what you needed, left Marc a note telling him not to come looking for you, and left.

It was a random Wednesday when you woke with an intense feeling of dread in your stomach. You were tempted to pack up and move along based on that feeling alone but, something told you that that would be a bad idea, plus you didn’t have any more favors to call in.

Your feeling was proven correct when someone kicked out your door in the middle of your dinner. You immediately reached for the gun stashed under the Ikea dining set that had come with the palace and pointed it at the intruder.

It took you a moment to fully register the sight in front of you. It was Marc, but he was dressed in some ancient-looking supersuit, with a moon-shaped blade in his hand.

“How did you figure out where I live?!” You yelled at the man you hadn’t seen in months not lowering your weapon. Marc did a quick scan of your apartment and stored his blade back in his weird chest cavity thing.

“It wasn’t easy.” he tried to joke

“That’s kind of the point dick-head.” You scowled in his direction

“Why are you in the middle of nowhere anyway” he tossed back at you. Slowly making his way toward you and lowering the gun in your hand. You let him.

“I enjoy the view.” you deadpanned at him.

“Ha. Ha,” he dryly replied.

“What are you doing here anyway?” 

“I’m here to take you home.” 

“And where is that this time” you questioned him, knowing the habit of moving around that the two of you shared.

“London, I have a place. And a fish.” You sighed deeply and made your way to the bedroom without a word.

“Where are you going?” he called after you, making no attempt to follow you.

“London apparently,” You returned with a black duffle bag full of the things you couldn’t replace. You stopped walking and faced Marc “I missed you.” You weren’t looking for a reply, you knew you wouldn’t get one.

Marc just lifted the corner of his lips into what you considered to be a smile. He leaned down and grabbed your bag in one hand, offering you the other.

Taking his hand in yours the tension in your chest eased. You might still be in danger, hunting and selling artifacts would never be a completely safe career anyway but you knew that Marc would do anything to protect you. After all, if he would follow you to the Midwest, he would follow you anywhere.

“So are we going to talk about the weird suit?” You tried.

“No.”

“Okay.”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hey congratulations🤩🤩, Steven Grant with 24&9

.⋆｡Dear Professor｡⋆.

Steven Grant x plus size reader

When Steven finally gets a job as a tour guide for the British Museum, you decide you need to celebrate him.

Warnings: established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, chair sex, little bit of role-play, oral (m receiving), praise

WC: 589

Minors DNI

3000 Follower Celebration

Knock knock.

Steven looked up from his new work schedule to see you leaning against the pillar, fist resting against the dark wood, in front of his desk. Confused, he pushed his reading back up his large nose and suddenly the breath was knocked from his lungs. 

You were wearing an absolutely tiny pleated skirt that did little more than cover the very top of your plump thighs and a white button-up with one of his ties. Steven swallowed thickly. “Wha-what are you doing love?”

You smirked and pulled at the tie around your neck. “Oh professor, I'm willing to do anything for some extra credit.” You cooed, your voice dropping to a sultry tone that made your partner freeze with arousal. 

Your wide hips swung sensually as you walked around to the other side of his cluttered desk to stand between his legs. “I know I’ve missed a few assignments but I’m willing to put in some real work to make it up to you.” Steven was barely even breathing as you kneeled before him, your hands slipping up his khaki pants to rest just centimetres from his growing cock.

“I-I.” Was all he could manage to get out before he began to whine. You winked at him and rocked up onto your knees. You placed a gentle kiss to his bulge and then took his fly between your teeth, slowly pulling it down. 

His cock springs free, slapping against his still clothed belly, leaving a small wet spot on the dark fabric. You nosed at his hot length, licking at the few veins that snaked up to his now purple tip. “Mmm professor.” You hummed. Steve bucked in your hold, desperately trying to get some much needed friction.

“P-please love, please.” He begged, fingers curling into a tight fist. He fought the urge to push your sweet mouth down onto his cock even if you were teasing him so cruelly. You smirked wickedly before finally putting him out of his misery.

Your lips closed around his tip, the delectably salty taste of his pre-cum exploding on your tongue. Steven let out a beautiful moan, his voice rising in pitch as his head fell back between his shoulders. Slowly, you swallowed down even more of him until your nose was pressed against the thick thatch of hair at the base of his pelvis.

“Holy- I- Oh by the gods.” His eyes cracked open and then immediately slammed shut. You were too beautiful, too sexy on your knees before him. The sight alone was enough to rocket him to his end and he really wanted to make this last. “That’s it, keep going. Such a good girl.” You moaned, your plump thighs pressed together to bring relief to your own aching sex. 

Unable to take it anymore, you pulled off his cock and immediately straddled his strong thighs, not even giving his length time to get cold before he was notched at your entrance and you were sinking down onto him.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned through gritted teeth, his hands coming up to grip at your plush hips beneath the skirt.  You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you began to bounce atop him.

You pressed your lips right behind his ear. “I’m so proud of you baby, you deserve this promotion, you deserve to do what you love.” His cock twitched wildly within you, the praise going right to his head- both of them. “Now let me spoil you my love.”

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Any Way You Want It

Marc Spector x Female Reader x Steven Grant

Are we surprised that I'm enamored with Moon Night? No, no we are not. I binged the whole thing and love it (well, final episode is Wednesday). I thank my friend from college for introducing me to Oscar Isaac eons ago, because the man is so damn talented. Anyways, I'm in a "power girl" (I myself don't know how to seduce anyone nor how to be a dom... thus the quotes) mood, so let's dom our little Egypt nerd, shall we? warnings: Smut, a little plot to set the scene

Summary: You’ve been dating Marc for awhile, and everything has been great, especially the sex. But every once in a while you want to try something new.

*Reader doesn't know Steven exists. Also goes without saying, no Layla exists. Just something that popped in my head and needed out. Plus everyone else is writing for these two and it seemed like fun 😈

*italicized dialogue is for whom ever is not in control of the body*

“Are you really complaining about fucking Marc Spector?” Cali asks, giving you a look of bewilderment.

“Not complaining, just… I want to make him a mumbling mess for once.” You grumble into your coffee. He does it all the time to you, not that you don't absolutely beg for it... just want to see if you could make him fall apart too.

“I suppose that’s fair, so why haven’t you expressed this to him?” She eyes you. You’re not one to keep your opinion to yourself, at least not around the people you actually care about.

“Lately when we’re alone, he sweeps me into bed before I can say anything.”

“Sounds like you have a lot of self control there.” She laughs, holding the door to your office open.

“Self control doesn’t exist in his presence.” You grin.

______

“Hey handsome I’m-” You barely have time to lock the door before his arms are wrapped around you and his lips pressed into your shoulder.

“Marc.” You say, although it came out more like a moan.

“Ya baby.” He smiles into your neck, his hands unbuttoning the front of your blouse, hungry for the feel of you skin.

“Marc, wait.” You put your hands on top of his, and he stills.

“Told you she’s keen to talk about somethin’.” Steven pipes up from his place on the mirror.

You move Marc's hands to your hips and spin to face him. He looks a little annoyed but when his eyes move back to your face the little mischievous glint is back.

“I was thinking…”

Love when she does that.

“Maybe we could try going a bit slower?” your words tumble out of your mouth. It’s not that you think he would be mad, he’s just been so stressed lately that you figured the sex helped him relax.

“Only way it would be better is if she was in control.” Steven swallows hard, shifting around Marc's head. If he had the body he would have submitted to your request like a blob of jell-o in your hand.

“Marc?” You ask, hands fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.

“Slower?” He repeats. You nod, eyes searching his face for any indication of what he’s feeling.

“Have I not been-”

“NO! No… just thought we could switch it up every once in a while.” You start to fidget. His gaze always makes you melt but this is different. “Just think about it, for next time?” You take him by the chin, placing his mouth on yours.

“Anything for you baby.” He promises, pressing you into the door as his need to have you rapidly grows.

_______

“Have you never taken it slow with anyone?” Steven scoffs from the mirror.

“I…” Marc wracks his brain for any evidence but comes up with nothing. “So I like it hot and dirty, she doesn’t seem to mind when she’s begging for more.” He glares at Steven who’s shaking his head. Marc pours himself a large drink and drops into one of the tiny dining room chairs.

“Maybe she wants to see if she can do that to you” Steven shoots back. “See you begging her for more, or usin’ you to get herself off.” His mind begins to wander.

Marc looks over at the poor chump, his eyes have glassed over with whatever he’s picturing you doing. Marc looks back at his drink, frowning when Steven lets out a satisfied hum.

“Tell me.” Marc whispers.

“Hmm?” Steven snaps out of the day dream.

“Tell me… tell me what you’re imagining. Please.”

“Well, I'd let her take control. Directing the whole bloody thing; all brilliant and sexy... Probably strip me naked, push me down into the couch…No! Wouldn’t make it that far; you two never make it two steps into the flat before tearin’ each other's clothes off, doubt this'd be any different. You know that weird little chair next to the door? With all the books? Ya she’d slap me into that chair, climb into my lap… grind that perfect-”

“Watch your mouth.” Marc warns, his jaw clenching so hard he could makes diamonds.

“You asked mate.” Steven gives him a pointed look before continuing. “ She’d straddle me, tits bouncin in my face, telling me when and where to touch her. Probably lose control as she hits her high, my name falling from her perfect lips.” 

Steven’s eyes glass over again, a stupid grin appearing. Marc rolls his eyes as he gets up and washes out his glass. Maybe Steven’s right, maybe time to see what you have in store for him.

_______

“Why are you nervous?” Steven demands.

“I am not nervous.”

“You’re trembling like, well, like me!” He waves his hands in frustration.

“What if I can’t let the control go?” He whispers. He can barely handle giving Steven control of the body. Not that he didn’t trust you, he just like… well, being in charge. “What was that?” Marc turns to Steven in the mirror.

“Give me the body?” He mumbles a little louder. “Just a suggestion.” He raises his hands in surrender at Marc’s glare.

Marc turns over the idea, he doesn’t want Steven to take his place… but poor guy really hasn’t had much any action. The sound of your keys juggling in the door makes both of them jump.

“Hi love.” You smile.

“Hi gorgeous.” He smiles, pushing himself off the wall and giving you a kiss.

“Not jumping on me today?” You giggle as you push past him to set the groceries down.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday.” He tells you, handing you items from one of the bags so you can put them in their place.

“And?”

“Maybe we could go a little further?” 

You pause, turning around to give him a questioning look.

“Further how?” You whisper. Your heart’s picking up speed and you feel a dull ache between your thighs. The little cocky grin has appeared as he slowly stalks toward you.

“You take the lead.”  He leans back against the counter, arms gently pulling you toward him. “You take full control of me.” The tip of his nose gently bumps against yours. “And I’ll surrender myself to you.” He whispers.

“Are you sure?” You breath out, chest slowly heaving in anticipation.

“Told you that’s what she wanted.” Stephen smirks from the mirror.

“I only have one request, beautiful.” His hands trace your jaw, eyes trying to focus on yours. “Call me by my middle name when we take it slow?”  You frown, but nod nonetheless.

“Steven. With a V.” He grins.

“Does that mean what I think it does?!”

“Deal.” You grab a handful of his shirt and smash his mouth to yours.

“Hope you’re ready.” Marc smirks as he hands Steven the body.

The sudden feeling of your tongue playing with his is overwhelming as he takes control. His mouth slides against yours, hand sprawled flat over your back.

“Steven.” You moan against his lips. A growl from deep in his chest vibrates the air around you and you grin wickedly. “Undress.” You demand. 

It takes a moment for the dizziness to go away, unsure if it was your kiss or being handed the body. When your words register he aggressively nods and quickly starts peeling his clothes off. You slowly peel yours off, watching in awe as Marc’s body is revealed to you. Doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen it, it’s a feast for all the senses.

Once his limbs stop flailing about, his eyes stay glued to your face, hands down by his sides. You step towards him slowly, unclasping your bra just as slow; letting each strap fall until you stand chest to chest with him. You look up through your lashes at him, smiling at the sheer amount of concentration in his face.

“Promise to be a good boy?” You whisper.

He eagerly shakes his head, stopping when you put one finger under his chin and the other hand lets your bra fall to the floor. 

“Kiss me.” You command. Steven brings his hands to cup your face as he gently places his mouth on yours. His movements are slow, thoughtful even; you can feel his fingers prickle against your neck, eager to explore, to please. You claw at his back, eager to trace every contour of his muscles. You open your mouth to him, his tongue sweeping into yours; you grab him roughly by the hips, pressing him into you. He yelps in surprise and you break away startled by the sound he’s never made before.

“Sorry love.” he whispers, his voice trembling in the slightest.

“‘S alright.” You grin, bring your hand to his half hard cock. His eyes flutter closed as you gently pump him. “That feel good Steven?” You giggle at his smile, planting kisses everywhere your lips can reach.

“So good.” He moans, opening his eyes just enough to move your hair away from the one little spot on your neck that he’s seen Marc suck a millions times. He plants a gentle kiss, and then lightly scrapes his teeth along it, eliciting that perfect sound.

“Sit.” You whisper before you lose yourself in his touch. He opens his eyes, blinking a few times to make sure he’s not dreaming. He looks over his shoulder to see that stupid plastic chair and backs toward it. His knees hit the edge and he quickly sits, his eyes staying trained on yours. 

“Any requests?” You ask, stepping in between his spread legs. Steven’s eyes go as wide as saucers but Marc chuckles as the question that he normally asks you.

“Better tell her to ride you like the little cock slut she is.” Marc pokes.

“She’s not a cock slut.” Steven whispers back.

“Hmm?” You cock an eyebrow, missing what he said. You almost feel like you’re digging too far into the power trip, but Marc’s gone way further, so you don’t feel too bad about the hint of terror in his eyes.

“Any way you want it, love.” He says it loud enough for you to hear.

You move one leg over his thigh, as your hands move down his arms until his hands rest in yours. You place one on your hip, and the other between your own thighs.

Steven swallows hard, his eyes glued to where his hand cups your mound so perfectly. You gently push his index to slide into you, making his eyes roll back into his head.

“Make me cum.” You whisper into the shell of his ear, trying to keep your voice steady even though you’re ready to fall apart for him.

His eyes flutter open at the command, taking in the site of your tits right in his face. He begins to move his fingers, slow and methodical. He’s seen Marc be rough, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you like tissues from a box; but he could never do that to you. He wants to make you shake with anticipation, to make you cum so hard you see stars.

He tests a few patterns around your clit, trying to figure out which one will give you what you want.

“Just like that Steven.” You moan into his curls, pushing his face further into your chest. He continues the pattern, slow and steady, as his mouth sucks in one of your nipples. He gives the other equal attention as he repositions his hand so his thumb can still play with your clit and two of his fingers can slide into you. 

“Almost.” You whine, pulling his mouth off you and swallowing his face with yours. Your hips rock into his hand, keeping it pinned between his thigh and your dripping cunt. He speed up his movements and you clench around his fingers, mouth opening to let out the most beautiful sound Steven has ever heard.

It’s like an inferno ripping through your whole body; your legs have gone numb but your hips are still rutting against his hand to get every last drop of your orgasm.

You finally still and catch your breath; eyes fluttering open to see his are still firmly shut. He’s noticed you’ve stopped everything, and he wills himself to start playing with you again. You look down to see his cock angry and leaking for being ignored; but it’s as if he doesn’t mind, all he wants is to pleasure you.

“Steve… Steven.”

“Ya.” he looks up at you, lids half closed. 

“Line yourself up.” You catch his chin as his head threatens to dip down to look. You moved your leg so that you’re completely straddling him now.

“Protection?” He whispers, as he notches himself at your entrance. He could easily slip into you; you’re drenched and ready; he did that, not Marc. He, Steven Grant, made the most beautiful woman cum with his fingers.

You reach for your bag, dumping everything out onto the half wall behind him, plucking out the shiny foil pack on top. You take a step back, both of you glancing to see you’ve already dripped all over him. You open the packet, putting it in one hand, while the other hand spreads your cum over his cock. His head falls back, hands gripping the chair so hard his knuckles are white, a small fuck spilling from his mouth as you slide the condom on.

“Ste-” 

His head immediately pops up, hand going straight to his cock. You mumble a good boy in his ear and slide down onto him. You both curl inward at the new sensation, your grip so perfect on him that his hands fly to your hips, ready to hold on for dear life.

You roll your hips, slowly at first; you’re not sure if it’s the way you're standing or the way he’s matching your pace but everything feels so good. His hands hungrily roam your body, kneading all the places you hold a little bit extra; he enjoys the way you jiggle and bounce in his lap, no sight more perfect than you.

“Darling.” 

“Me too.”

Steven’s fingers dig into your hips, slamming you harder into him until you’re at the brink of orgasm. Everything goes white hot, you can feel his name leave your mouth but all you can hear is a sharp ringing as your cunt pulses hard around him.

Hearing you scream his name will be ingrained in his mind forever. He managed to open his eyes to see you fall apart, your eyes screwed shut as you smother him with those beautiful tits. He’s trying not to bruise your hips as he holds on, but he refuses to cum until you say he can.

“Baby, baby look at me.” You croak, ears still not properly working. “Need you-”

He lets go before you can finish your sentence. A deep moan erupts from his mouth, his hips bucking up into you.

“Perfect.” You whisper, gently running your hands along the back of his head. One of his arms wraps around your waist, the other still guiding you to slide along his aching cock. His forehead rests right at the center of your chest, hot breath fanning your skin as he comes down from his high.

After a few moments, you tilt his chin up, his mouth breaking into the cutest lopsided grin. You huff, smiling as you gently press your lips to his.

“Thank you.” You tell him.

“For what?” His brows knit together; you did all the work, he just held on for the ride.

“For indulging me.” You kiss him on the cheek and wrap your arms around his neck.

He looks over to the mirror to see Marc sitting on the kitchen table.

“Fine,” He sighs. “You were right. Guess I can let you bang my girlfriend every once in a while if it makes her smile like this.”

Steven smiles even bigger, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter.

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Can I ask for Moonboys and Layla comforting plus size reader when she’s insecure? Like a Drabble or hcs or something? Thank you 🥺

Sweet anon I felt this one fr. As a chunky gal myself I felt this a million times. I got you. And just remember you are perfect how you are and all the boys and Layla would adore you. So here’s some drabbles that can’t really be classed as drabbles really cause I got carried away. Enjoy my sweet

Moonboys and Layla comforting you when you feel insecure:

Warnings: afab reader but I do try to keep mostly neutral. mentions of insecurity over weight, mentions of eating/food , implied/ alluding to smut if you squint real hard

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Steven:

Steven came home bounding with energy as he always was when he knew you were home. He had a gift bag from the shop in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other, balancing them carefully as he unlocked the door. The gift shop had gotten a new shipment of plushies in, all patterned with various Van Gogh paintings. There was a travelling exhibit at work, which meant a whole new range of merchandise. And as soon as he’d seen the sunflower bear he knew he had to get it for you. Even if your collection was beginning to get ever so slightly out of hand. He just couldn’t help himself but treat you.

“ Hiyya love I’m home! “ he called, dumping the groceries on the kitchen counter. When you didn’t respond immediately like normal, he panicked. A million thoughts of any possibly bad thing that could’ve happened to you. He didn’t know why he always expected the worst. Maybe something niggling in the back of his head about how many enemies Marc had made over the years…. He was over reacting. His flat was open plan, there wasn’t exactly many places he could lose you. So he headed straight for the bathroom, the only real place you could be hiding away.

You were probably just taking a bath or something.

You startled when he poked his head into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror in your underwear. He knew what you were doing immediately and he placed the bear down on the sink, hurrying over to you.

“ heyyy love “ he said softly, and jumped in between you and the mirror with his hands softly on your arms “ now what are you doing in here? “ you refused to look at him, curling your arms around your waist to hide from him. Which was silly. He’d seen you in your underwear- and far less- before a hundred times.

You were usually confident, happy knowing that you were just fine the way you were. That Steven loved you just the way you were. But every now and again it blipped. Your confidence plummeting to the ground at a million miles an hour. It wasn’t that he didn’t reassure you enough, hell the man complimented you every minute of the damn day. But sometimes you had those days where you felt the need to analyse every fault you thought you had.

You didn’t know what to say to him and he nudged your chin up to look at him.

“ what’s got you feeling like this love? Has someone said something? I can… tell me who and I’ll… I’ll. I’ll do. Something “ that made you smile a little.

“ what defend my honour? “ you teased softly, losing the grip on yourself slightly.

“ absolutely “ he cupped your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead “ now stop hiding in here yeah? You’re perfect y/n. And I adore you. Just how you are. Like the gods made you themselves. Bloody incredible you are. Wouldn’t want you any other way “ his hands then moved down to your arms and gently pulled them away from your body “ now stop hiding from me, yeah? Beautiful wanna see all of you “ your cheeks flushed as his hands fell to your waist and squeezed softly “ I know what’ll cheer you up. I got you a present“

He let you go and hurried back over to the discarded bear before returning, thrusting it towards you “ ta da! “ a smile blossomed across your face as you took the gift, examining the detailed artwork printed in its fur.

“ oh it’s beautiful Steven. Thank you “

“ like you “ it was cheesy. It was goofy. But that was him. And it made you smile again which was quite possibly his favourite thing in existence.

“ I don’t think I can quite be compared to a priceless art piece by Van Gogh “ he shrugged and gently pulled you close to him again, arms around your waist.

“ I dunno. Priceless to me “

Marc:

Marc watched you intently from his spot on the sofa, watching you at the other end as you picked at the food in your bowl. It was your favourite, he’d made it special seeing as you’d been in an odd mood the last few days. But you weren’t eating. Hadn’t all day from what he’d seen. He knew that sometimes on your period you didn’t want to eat. But that wasn’t due any day soon he was sure.

So it was odd. His brow furrowed as you pushed the food around with your fork, looking at the tv but your face showing you clearly weren’t paying it any attention. He picked up the tv remote and flicked it off.

“ y/n. What’s wrong “ you looked over at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“ what? “ he sighed and shuffled closer to you on the sofa.

“ baby don’t play with me. I know you. What’s wrong? “ he nodded down at the bowl in your hands that had barely been touched “ it’s your favourite and you’ve hardly touched it “

“ I’m just not hungry babe I’m sorry “

“ and this morning? And yesterday? Don’t think I haven’t noticed. Did you actually eat anything today y/n? “ tears started to pool in your eyes and he took the bowl from you, placing it onto the coffee table and pulling you into his arms “ tell me what’s wrong “ you sniffled into his shirt and shrugged “ y/n “ his tone was slightly warning. But because he was mad. Because he was worried. He loved you more than anything or anyone in the world. He don’t want you to treat yourself so poorly.

You sat back and he brushed the tears gently away from your cheeks with the back of his fingers. You were the only person ever allowed such tenderness.

“ at work “ you started softly and he stayed quiet to let you speak “ one of the guys they just… just made a comment that upset me. It’s stupid I’m stupid. I’m fine “ he held your face in his hands and tried to remain calm. He always got angry too fast, especially concerning you.

“ what did they say? “

“ don’t make a big deal about it Marc.. “

“ I just want to know. Please “ your eyes met his and his heart ached seeing them glassy with tears, hurt swimming in your gaze.

“ it was Jessica’s birthday. She brought in donuts for everyone to share. Dave just made a stupid comment that I should only have one because I didn’t need the calories. They laughed. It was a joke I guess “ he let out a steady sigh already plotting a completely accidental run in with fucking Dave. No one was allowed to talk to you like that. No one “ don’t do anything stupid okay? You can’t just go around fighting anyone that says something bad to me “

He almost laughed at how well you could read him.

“ I never said I was going too “ you raised an eyebrow in question and gave a small laugh, shaking your head.

“ sure “ he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, eyes drifting over your face. It was quite scary how protective he felt of you, how much he wanted to protect and keep you safe.

“ I love you. And I don’t want you to think that people talking to you like that is okay “

“ I know… I love you too “ he pressed a kiss to your lips before reaching over for your bowl. It was still warm enough to eat and he handed over to you

“ good. Now eat “ you snuggled into his side and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head when you finally took a bite.

“ promise you won’t do anything to Dave? You’ll let it go? “ the way Jake was already nattering away about what he wanted to do to the bastard that had bad talked you, he didn’t quite feel he could promise that. So he settled with humming an answer and began making preparations with Jake.

Jake:

If there was one singular thing Jake loved most in the world. It was you. Every single inch of you. Everything. Your eyes. Your smile. The perfume you wore. Every word you spoke. Every laugh you gave him the pleasure of listening to. Every bump and line and curve that your body had to offer to him.

And he greatly enjoyed making sure you knew it too. He was quite confident in the fact that there wasn’t a single inch of you that he hadn’t smothered in kisses, shown his upmost care and attention to. And majority of the time you were more than happy to let him.

He hadn’t seen you for days. And he’d missed you. He’d practically jumped you the second you’d come home from work, but had kissed him back with as much eagerness as he had. But in the last minute or so you’d shifted. He could read you like a book and he knew when something wasn’t right with you. He’d felt the tiny way you’d stiffened as his fingers had tried to find their way under your shirt, your breath catching in your throat in a different way to usual.

“ all good mi amor? “ he asked, detaching his lips from your neck.

“ I- yeah. I’m fine. I’m good…. Tense. Stressful day at work that’s all “ he didn’t quite believe you, but you tugged him back down to kiss you so he didn’t question it further. Maybe it was just because you had a busy day and he was over thinking.

“ ah well I have a solution to help you relax “ he said lowly against your lips, kissing you once more before sitting up. His hands ran over your thighs and up to the waistband of your skirt, pulling it carefully down your legs. He dropped it to the floor and his hands went back up to what their previous mission had been. Getting you out of your shirt.

But the second he grabbed the hem of the material your hands flew down to stop him. He let go immediately, never doing anything unless you wanted it “ y/n? “

“ can I just… can I keep the shirt on? Please? “ it was an odd request. You’d never asked it before. His brain immediately went to the bad end of things, wondering what you could possibly be hiding.

“ are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? Who? Y/n? Puta madré “ he went to get up and find whichever bastard had dare lay his fingers on you, without any real understanding or vague idea of who. But you grabbed his hands.

“ Jake. Jake! “ he looked at you with a frown and you closed your eyes for a moment and sighed “ I’m fine. Look if you don’t believe me. I am “ you hesitated a moment and pulled off your shirt “ see. I’m fine “ he rotated his finger, signalling for you to show him your back too. Which you did with another sigh before laying back down and covering your face in embarrassment.

“ then what? Why are you hiding from me? “ he reached gently for your hands, pulling them away from your face “ princessa “ you refused to look him in the eye and sighed again.

“ I just… didn’t want you to see. Me. My body it’s embarrassing look at- “ he shut you up with a hard kiss, making you gasp into his mouth.

“ none of that. No no “ he kissed you again, a little more gentle the second time “ you are perfect. Don’t I show you that? “ he thought he did. He didn’t quite know how else to “ and I have seen you before. Many times “

Your cheeks flushed with heat and your lip quivered. For a moment he was worried you were going to cry on him.

“ I’m sorry… just one of those days you know “ you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and he brushed your hair away from your face “ I look at you and you’re just… well. You. And then I look at me and…. You could do so much better “ he raised an eyebrow simply out of amusement. The idea that there was anyone out there better suited to him than you? It was a laughable idea. He was almost tempted to check if it was April fools.

“ there is no one better “ he confessed “ no one. I love you, princessa. Every part of you. Look at you “ he started kissing at your neck and felt you relax underneath him “Eres perfecto, tan perfecto” he said lowly against your skin, hands roaming wherever they could reach. Now practically desperate to prove his point. That he adored you. Every part of you. And he wouldn’t change a single hair on your head “ let me show you how much I mean it? “ he asked, his kissing going further south. Between your still covered breasts and down your stomach “Estás hermosa “

He looked up at you for some final consent, happy with the nod of your head, and pressed his face between your legs.

Layla:

Layla woke up unsure of the time. Her sleepy eyes refusing to fully open as they squinted at the alarm clock. 3am. Still plenty of time to be sleeping and definitely not time to be awake. She wondered what had woken her up and rolled over to pull you back into her arms and drift off again. But she turned and hit cold bed sheets.

You had shuffled away from her, right to the edge of the bed. One turn and you’d be on the floor. She immediately started thinking what she could have possibly done to make you mad. You had been fine when you went to bed, in fact more than fine. She’d absolutely ravished you until your legs were jelly and her jaw ached. She’d fallen asleep with you tightly snuggled in her arms.

Maybe you had just rolled away in your sleep. Or maybe she’d taken up too much space or accidentally wacked you. She was an active sleeper and often wiggled around. Either way she wanted you back in her arms again.

She scooched up behind you, draping an arm around you gently in an attempt not to wake you. But it seemed you were already awake. The second her hand came to rest on your stomach, your hand was on hers and pulling it off and onto your waist instead. Layla frowned. What In gods name had she done to upset you?

“ habibti? “ she questioned softly “ what did I do? “ you said nothing at first so she squeezed your waist softly to get your attention.

“ Layla don’t “ now she was really confused. She sat up and flicked on the lamp beside the bed, a frown etched on her face.

“ y/n what’s wrong? What did I do? Honestly I’m wracking my brains here and I cannot think of a single thing “ you rolled onto your back and avoided her gaze.

“ your hand… I don’t like you holding me there. My tummy. I’m gross it’s so gross “ she frowned and looked at you like you were insane.

“ when have I ever said that? “ she’d never even dream of it. She was obsessed with you. She told you all the time.

“ never. It’s just. It’s a fact “ Layla tugged gently on your hand to make you sit up, pulling you into her arms when you did. She held your head to her chest, pressing kisses to your head.

“ don’t talk like that. Ever “ she rubbed soft circles into your back as you started to cry softly, soaking her T-shirt with your tears “ I love you right? Everything about you. You really think what weight you are or where you have fat, bothers me? Really? “ you shook your head slightly “ you think there’s anyone else I’d want to be here with right now? What you think just because someone is slimmer than you I would love them more? I’d find them more attractive or something? “ she was a little hurt you’d even think that. But she understood. She knew you had your insecurities and she always tried her best to be gentle with them. With you.

“ I’m sorry “ you whispered, lifting your head and looking up at her

“ don’t say sorry to me. Apologise to yourself. I love your body. You need to take care of it. It carries you around, it protects you, it heals you. It makes you… you. Yeah? I love you. I want to be here with you. Just as you are. Okay? “ you were crying again but she assumed it was from her words this time. You leaned up and kissed her, savouring how sweet she was. Inside and out.

Translations: - correct me if any are wrong I’m trusting Google

Estás hermosa- you are beautiful

Mi amor- my love

Princessa- princess

Puta madré- motherfucker

Eres perfecto- you are perfect

Habibti- my love

[terry-perry]

Hey this is my best friend you can writing Steven grant x reader that the reader has insecurities for his body and Steven tells her how wonderful it is?

Notes of smut, but nothing graphic

You pulled off the control top with a sigh. When it was off completely, you looked at yourself in the mirror once more. Looking at yourself from the side, you couldn't help but scowl at the way your tummy drooped slightly. You ran your hands across the marks on the sides of your stomach and thighs.

Steven, meanwhile, watched you do this from the bed. He looked at you with a different set of eyes. Ones full of strong admiration and desire. He wished you could see what he saw. A wonderful body he couldn't stop touching whenever it was pressed up against him. He's never grown bored of your lovemaking, not when there was always parts of you he could get his hands on and give a sensual squeeze to.

You were like his personal goddess. It's why he found it so baffling that you could look at yourself with so much disappointment.

"Darling,"

You turned your attention to him, knowing the tone he was using. You still found it hard to believe that you found someone like him.

"Don't do this to yourself," he continued, getting up so he could walk over and wrap his arms around you. "Can't you see how gorgeous you are?"

As he kept his arms around you, he started to keep his hands busy by rubbing them along your sides. He kept looking at you through your reflections, no doubt what you were seeing contrasting. He needed to say more to you, talk to you about the way your curves drove him crazy. But as usual, he was at a loss as his fingers dug into your soft flesh. Only able to say one thing before deciding to give into his carnal urges.

"You're perfect,"

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