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supersizemeplz · 1 year

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I’ll Be Right Back

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A mini #supersizedfic that will hopefully get me back into the swing of things. I’ve missed writing so much and I pray that I find my spark again.

A few icicles housed the outside of the bedroom window, proving just how cold it really was outside. The chilled wind fought and failed to make it into the cozy abode of the couple inside. Hitting the window and turning away without a harder attempt. Sunlight was beginning to make its way through the sheer curtains and cascade onto whatever it could touch. The soft sounds of the ceiling fan droned on, doing its hushed dance. Sounds of some romantic comedy dominated the airwaves and held the attention of the two lovers on the silk sheets a few feet away. A silk bonnet adorned the head of the beauty that draped her leg over her handsome prince.

The silk shorts she wore hugged her soft thighs that also served as the hand rest for her handsome fellow. His thumb gave a soothing back and forth to rub small circles into her vanilla scented skin. The fabric of her long sleeved shirt had risen to expose her soft belly and a peek of her love handles, giving her boyfriend his much appreciated physical touch. The soft scent of his cologne soothed her senses as her breathing calmed to match his. She found herself grinning every so often as she felt him shift to pull her closer.

All weekend they had been in each other's skin. Damn near, at least. The town was almost closed down due to the snow and ice, granting them the time to enjoy one another for the past 72 hours. Salt trucks had been working on the roads and the annoying rain had stopped the day before. The weather was forecast to be sunny and with the sun came the ice melting on the roads. So before they were forced to go back to work, they would savor these moments.

Everything felt so perfect. So calm and peaceful. Until it wasn't.

The annoying buzz and vibrate of a cell phone broke you both from the movie before them. Erik sighed, looking over to his phone. Not wanting to answer but knowing that it could be important. Her soft brown eyes met his and she shook her head. Placing a hand against his stomach, she gave a persuasive rub. "Ignore it, baby. You can call them back later." She pressed a kiss to his skin, hoping that he would just stay in bed with her.

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her warm skin. "It could be important, baby. I gotta take it. I'll be quick." He sat up and she hugged his torso to slow him down. Like he wasn't mostly muscle. The laugh he let out made her smile as he allowed her to stall him. The phone silenced and she smiled at the small victory. Until it began to ring again. She groaned and released him from her grip, accepting that he needed to answer the call. He sat up from the comfort of the pillows, grinning as she held a mug on her face. "Quit making that face, girl."

She fought off a grin, accepting the two pecks that he gifted her lips. Humming as he pulled from the lingering of the last one. "Make it snappy." He nodded at her playful demand and answered the phone. She watched the side of his face as he spoke to whoever was on the phone. His dimples appeared and vanished as he talked about some report that had been emailed among him and his coworkers.

Once he stood from the bed, her eyes went to the sweats that hugged low on his hips. Remembering that he was free balling since he'd slipped the comfy pants on after their shower together an hour or so earlier. She admired the muscles in his back as he searched for something on his laptop, watching as he held the phone between his shoulder and his ear. Her mind began to wander to the sinful pleasures that gifted him the faint scratches that peppered his skin. A few weeks old from a session that happened after a drunken date night.

"I'll be right right back, baby. I gotta handle something at the office." His words brought her back to the present in an instant.

"Wait, what?" She sat up at the unwanted words. "You can't handle it tomorrow? What about my booty rubs? You sure you wanna leave this?"

He smirked, watching her turn her backside to him. She gave a soft smack to the soft flesh, arching to gift him a teasing shake. "Of course, I don't wanna leave my baby. But it'll only take an hour. This client has a deadline and they want to go over the presentation before we present it." As he spoke, he worked on getting dressed into something warm.

She didn't say anything else as she watched him slip on some sneakers to match his red Nike tech. His chain peeked out as he turned his attention back to her. A charming smile adorned his lips as he approached her again.

"How could you do this to me, E?" She pouted, crossing her arms across her breasts. "I thought you loved me." He barked out a laugh, catching her chin gently to make her look up at him. Her bottom lip poked out as he attempted to give her kisses. To which she wouldn't break in to give him. That made him pull back to look at her.

"I know your dramatic ass before stop pouting and give me my kisses." He spoke gently and she broke in at the sound of his voice. Using both his hands, he pulled her closer as they shared a slow kiss. Her body began to relax into his the deeper it went. She moaned as he gave her a light squeeze. When they pulled apart, he licked his lips. "When I get back, I'll bring you a surprise and give you all the booty rubs you want."

She perked up at that, smiling a little. "You promise?"

He chuckled, nodding. "I promise. And I'd never break a promise to my baby. I love you too much." She did a squeal, hugging him again as she mumbled a 'damn right'.

#black reader #black panther #erik stevens #erik x reader #oneshot #erik kilmonger fic #plussized reader #black woman #supersizedfic

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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~Masterlist~

(last updated 10/22/22)

Hello, I’m Ruby! I’m a 23 y/o plus sized gal who likes to write steamy stories that mostly star my current obsessions *cough* Sebastian Stan & Chris Evens *cough* I often write PlusSize!Reader fics bc curvy babes are gorgeous, gorgeous, girls<3 Currently I’ve been on a dark!fic kick so keep that in mind if u don’t like those topics. Warnings are listed for each fic. Please feel free to talk to me or send me a request, if you want to know if I write for a certain character, just ask! I always appreciate feedback so plz comment, like, reblog, send me a hand written review-or all of the above! I cross-post on my AO3 Ruby_Nation but my works should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

🥵 = smut 😈 = dark fic 🥰 = fluff 😭 = angst

Steve Rogers (MCU)

Happy Birthday Mr. America (Drabble) 🥵

Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader

A steamy drabble in honor of Chris Evans’ 41st B-day!

The Best Part of Waking Up (One Shot) 🥵

PA! Steve Rogers x Dom!Boss! Reader

His boss may not be a morning person, but it’s up to Steve to get you to work on time. Things don’t exactly go the way he expects, though.

Bucky Barnes (MCU) /Sebastian Stan

Hard To Handle (One Shot, rpf) 😈 🥵

Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x Plus Size!Handler!Reader

You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.

When Words Fail (One Shot) 😭 🥰 🥵ish

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Who said running away from your problems couldn’t solve them? Well, Bucky sure didn’t seem to appreciate it.

Sleeping With A Friend (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭

Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.

Wanna Be Yours (One Shot?) 🥰 😭

Sugar baby!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

You don’t have a problem letting Bucky see other people, but Bucky wants to tell you that you’re all he wants.

Touch Me (Drabble) 😭

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Random angsty late night drabble

Moon Knight Boys (MCU)

I Saw Him Standing There (In Progress Series) *Hiatus*

Marc Spector x reader, eventual Steven Grant x reader

Marc Spector has become somewhat of a regular at your (very legitimate and not at all illegal) business-much to his chagrin. When three months roll by with no word from your grumpy “friend” you decide to search him out. What you discover has you baffled.

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Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Actions Have Consequences (Drabble) 😈 😭

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Lloyd is so happy to have you home, but he needs to show you what happens when you don’t listen to his rules.

Front Row Seat (One Shot) 😈 🥵 😭

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size!Reader

Lloyd gives you something to do while he’s getting information out of his target–keep his cock nice and warm.

Put On The Costume (Drabble) 😭 😈

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Late night angsty drabble 💍

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

What’s In A Name? (One Shot) 😭 🥰

Soft!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size!Reader

You finally tell Ransom how much you hate the nickname he gave you.

So You Want To Tango? (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭

Stepbro!Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Plus Size!Reader

All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

Castiel Novak (Supernatural)

Kiddo (Modern Day AU Completed Series) 🥰 😭 🥵

Older Bro’s Best Friend!Castiel x College Student!Reader

What can a girl do when the guy she’s loved since middle school still calls her “Kiddo”? Well, maybe a night no one expected and a few too many drinks can change everything

Pt.1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3 🥵

Jack Kline (Supernatural)

Baking With The Devil’s Son (One Shot) 🥰

Jack Kline x Reader Platonic Relationship

It’s Jack’s birthday and you’re gonna make sure it’s a celebration to remember! Which means you get to deal with baking the cake. Jack does have some concerns about your expertise, though. (For @squirrel-moose-winchester Crack Fic Challenge. My prompt was ‘Jack Asks Questions’)

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Marvel One Shots - Canon Adjacent - Moon Boys x Reader

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

This evening has been so very nice 🥰🍆

Moon Knight boys x PlusSize!Reader (as a gift for @yarnforbrains)

Unconventional Alterations 🥰

Steven Grant x colleague reader (plus special guest stars) - part of my 1K follower celebration

#master list #moon knight system #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #steven grant x you #marc spector x you #jake lockley x you #marvel fanfic

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absolutelyferal · 2 years

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Sweet Treat

Steven Grant x PlusSize!F!Reader

18+ MDNI, Please!

Warnings: Smutty, smut, smut, you know why you’re here. Insomnia; SMUT. I shouldn’t have to warn ya’ll about that, but I shall. If you also just want that perfect, perfect man on his knees and between your legs and then railing you afterwards, here you go! Feeling insecure also and Steven makes sure you feel comfortable and beautiful. Unprotected sex, and a slight hint of foot worship? I’m not good at warnings, so, read at your own risk!

Summary-ish: The end of a long shift leaves you wide awake and stressed for what tomorrow will bring. When you decide to visit your insomniac neighbor in hopes to put your mind at ease with his kind words, it ends up being a little more than just sharing some chocolates…

Y’all, this is my very first smut post to Tumblr. I’m hella nervous. But I ADORE writing smut for our silly little y/n, so here you go! Please, give feedback! If I upset anyone at all, let me know! As a person with mental health issues, including insomnia, I think I did pretty well? Idk. I’m also ✨plus size✨ so yes, majority of my posts will be with a PlusSize!Reader because frankly I don’t see enough of them around here. I also didn’t edit this very well, so I hope you enjoy it anyway!

P.S. sorry for the wait! I’ve been super sick, but I wanted to make sure I did the best I could and here it is! Finally! :)

As the old elevator comes to a stop on your floor, you startle. It was a long shift at your place of work and all you really need right now is a break. This week has been absolute hell on earth. Your boss overworking you, coworkers ganging up against you to bury you in a deeper hole of unfinished files and stress.

You step into the hall, heels clicking as you make your way slowly to your apartment. Basically dragging your bag behind you, you unlock your door and step inside and head right to shower and bed.

Almost completely sure you’ll pass out as soon as you lay down, but come to find an hour later you’re still wide awake and staring helplessly at the ceiling. No amount of work will cure your insomnia apparently.

With a yawn, you decide it’s only right to stand, pull on a hoodie over your tank top and shorts, and head to leave, barefoot because you’re just going across the hall. A last second decision leads you to grabbing a box of chocolates on your way out you have yet to devour.

“Steven?” You call out quietly, knocking on your neighbor’s door. It’s quiet for a moment and you almost think he’s asleep for once, but small shuffling tells you he is, in fact, awake.

“Hiya, Love.” Steven greets you with his perfect, messy brown curls. You smile back, holding up the chocolates.

“I can’t sleep.” You tell him.

“Come in, then.” He says, stepping to the side. You lower your head shyly, stepping past him and immediately heading to greet your favorite fish, Gus.

“Hello, handsome.” You whisper. The round eyes look back into yours for a moment before swimming away. Oh, to be a pet of Steven Grants. “You spoil him, Steven.” You say airly, wondering why you wish you were that fish at the moment. To be loved and cherished by the man now at your side.

“It’s the least I can do for keeping him trapped in here.” Steven tells you, looking to Gus.

“Gus is a good fish.” You say with a nod. “Good boy.” You add, leaning forward slightly towards the tank.

You catch Steven’s reflection in the tank, watching you look at the one-finned-wonder. His white t-shirt hugs his defined chest, showing his toned arms. You can’t help your gaze dropping down to the grey sweat pants he’s sporting. Biting your lip, you hurriedly busy yourself by walking to the kitchen and putting on the kettle for hot chocolate to accompany the chocolates.

“So, you just had some chocolates lying around your flat?” Steven asks, picking up the red box and turning it over in his hands. You shift a bit at the stove, watching his digits slide across the box as he reads the treats available inside.

“It was from a date last week, but he was a dirtbag so… Better to share this with someone I actually like then sit alone in my flat…”

“There’s nothing wrong with eating a box chocolates alone.” Steven assures you with those puppy dog eyes. You smile and look to the kettle, seeing it’s slowly coming to a boil.

“Not like I need any more chocolate anyway.” You mumble, running a hand over your hair.

“The flapjack that got you these and hurt your feelings doesn’t deserve you.” Steven states with so much confidence you almost don’t believe those words come from him. Looking over, you see Steven is distracted by looking at the box. You wonder what’s so interesting, but brush it off and go back to staring down the kettle.

“I think he was just stressed. Seems to be my theme lately. Can’t really blame him for getting snappy.” You say with a shrug. “I know I’ve been so stressed lately I feel like getting snappy at people too, but I wouldn’t towards someone who doesn’t deserve it… on purpose anyway. It’s like I’m so stressed I feel like my mind can’t keep up with my actions.”

“I understand that.” Steven says, walking into the kitchen having left the chocolates on his book covered table. “Pardon me, Love.” He says gently, putting a hand on your waist to coax you out of his way to reach the cupboard you wandered in front of.

Your breath hitches at the contact, and you step back out his touch. Your eyes drop down to the top of his sweats as he reaches up, shirt lifting just enough to expose the a groomed happy trail that disappears under the band. A blush tints your cheeks and you walk away entirely, pulling the hot chocolate mix down from on top of the fridge.

You two seem to do this a few times a week. Have a treat, drink hot chocolate, and vent to each other. Steven has always been there for you. When you and your colleague were fighting, he gave you wonderful advice and comforted you. When you had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep, he helped you forget about it and sent you back to bed. You didn’t have another nightmare the rest of the week.

It’s not all just him helping you though. Steven loves your company. He has always told you his door is always open and to please visit him whenever you feel it. You’ve helped him combat his sleep walking, as he calls it, and gave him the advice of the tape over the door to bring him some comfort knowing he didn’t leave his apartment. The ankle chain, that’s all him though. You said it was unnecessary, but he says it helps him sleep. The sand? Every time you visit you sweep his apartment clean of it, but it just appears the next day like he’s purposely leaving piles of it everywhere to keep you in his presence longer.

He never asks anything of you, but it’s in your nature. Even now as he starts complaining while you take mugs he grabbed from his hands.

“I can help, you know.” Steven tells you, helplessly watching you scoop the mix into the mugs.

“It’s fine.” You wave a hand, grabbing the milk and pouring some in. “Are we out of marshmallows?” You ask, seeing there’s none on top of the fridge.

When Steven doesn’t reply, you face him and see his eyes wide and almost glowing. He looks shocked, but a happy shocked as he stares at you. The kettle whistling brings you out of the trance he caught you in, and you go back to finishing the hot chocolate.

“I’ll get some tomorrow.” Steven says. You glance at him with a small smile.

“I like the chocolate filled ones. Remember those?” You ask, bringing the hot mugs to the table you sit with him at. Books stacked to the side to make room for your drinks and box of chocolate now open and set between you both.

“I do, yeah. They were quite good. Do you remember the sour ones?” He asks. You laugh and he smiles wider watching you do so.

“I don’t know how anyone thought it was a good idea to make sour marshmallows!“ You reply, picking up a caramel filled chocolate. “One day we will find the perfect marshmallow.”

“Indeed. Cheers, Love.” Steven holds up his mug and you clink them together, careful not to spill any. A sip tells you it’s still hot, but absolutely delish as usual. Sweet and chocolatey, it leaves a warm trail down the back of your throat as you hum and set it down.

“Thank you for putting up with me so much. I know I’ve been coming here a lot lately. I don’t want to be a bother.” You say before biting into the chocolate you forgot was in your hand. Steven watches you for a moment, then blinks and shakes his head.

“You don’t bother me. I love- I love your company.” He tells you with a genuine, bright smile.

You can’t help but smile back, mouth full of chocolate as your hand slowly gets covered in the half melted treat. You hurriedly shove it in your mouth upon realizing it, and Steven laughs at how worried you got over losing the treat to the warmth of your palm.

“Do you have any other dates lined up?“ Steven asks nonchalantly. You shake your head immediately, recalling you deleted your dating apps and have lost hope looking for love. Who needs it when you have Steven and chocolate, right? Even if he’s just a friend, you wish he was more most times. It feels like Steven is the only man you need your life lately.

“I’m done dating. No one wants anything but a fling. Even this girl at work tried to get me to go home with her. I’m tired of being used and then thrown to the street right after.” You rant, sipping your drink before humming, Steven listening with intent eyes, chewing on his own chocolate piece. “Every time I show up to a date, they act surprised and make the same, retched comment about my weight. Like they didn’t use their eyes and looked at my profile to begin with to see what I look like. I’m too stressed already with work, I don’t need to deal with every man I meet degrading me.”

“I would never degrade you, Love. You’re gorgeous.” Steven says and that makes your cheeks red as you hide behind your mug with a smile. Your stomach flips, hands squeezing the mug as you cross one leg over the other. After a moment of silence, you set the down your drink, squeezing your thighs together and looking at Steven from across the table.

This perfect man has the audacity to suck the chocolate off his fingers right in front of you. Even after saying he would never degrade you, you wonder what that side of Steven is like. So sweet, so kind, but what about when he’s in bed with a woman? Is he kind? Is he gentle? Curiosity gets the best of you as you clear your throat, causing him to look at you with those brown eyes, finger falling from his mouth with a pop.

“Even if I asked you too?” You don’t know where the confidence came from. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep this week, or maybe the sugar high, or maybe just being so stressed you want to find the perfect way to relax. That way, at the moment, is to be with this perfect man and learn about his body. Or maybe, let him learn every curve and freckle on yours.

“Hm?” Steven tilts his head, eyes a bit wide as if he heard your question, but can’t believe you asked it.

“If I asked you to… would you degrade me?” You ask bravely, voice steady and strong as you lean on the table. You bring your fingers to your lips, sucking off the chocolate with direct eye contact. Steven probably was being innocent, just wanting to savor every last drop of the treat, but you? You are teasing him with your every last breath as you bring your bare foot up under the table and rest it gently on his knee.

You watch Steven as he sucks in a breath, looking down like he can’t believe you’re touching him or even looking at him. But he takes a moment and composes himself, looking back to you as you drop your now clean hands to the table and hold your warm mug.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Steven asks. You almost choke on your own spit when he asks you, your turn to be shocked. He’s so soft looking, eyes pouty as ever and head tilted. His curls hang over his forehead and his fingers resting in his lap, locked together.

“Yes.” You breathe out without a second thought.

This is the moment you’ve waited months for, and it’s finally here. To be with him, not just for a conversation, but for more. More than sharing chocolates and pastries. More than venting about the smallest things to stay longer than necessary. This is your moment, and you’re gonna fucking take it.

Steven surprises you then, slowly siding down under the table. He takes your foot in his hand, gently placing a kiss to the top of it before working his way your leg as it rests over his shoulder. You push the chair back, wanting to see what he could be up to. Your knee bends, foot hanging against his back as Steven sits pretty on his knees between your legs. All for you.

“This is a sight.” You breathe out, watching Steven’s hands run up your thighs and grab your shorts. You lift up a bit, allowing him to pull your shorts and panties down easier. The chair is cold against you bottom as you relax into it, eyes on Steven as he looks up at you.

Pupils blown, brown eyes wide. Your heart is racing, stomach knotting. You feel your pulse through your entire body as his hands run along your thighs before spreading them apart, resting each leg over his shoulder as he does.

Your toes curls when his lips meet your inner thighs. His breath is hot against your skin, tongue even hotter as he licks dangerously close to your entrance, but not quite.

“You’re teasing.” You whisper out, breaths becoming uneven as anticipation gets the best of you. His eyes look up at yours as he sucks a love bite into your inner thigh. You can’t take your eyes off of Steven if you tried with how intently he’s looking up at you, how intimate this moment is.

It’s just the two of you. Rain hitting the windows, lights warm around the apartment. Your quick, faint breaths mixing with the sweet sounds of Steven sucking on your other inner thigh, leaving marks only you two will see.

“Steven, please.” You finally whimper, tired of the teasing. You’re getting antsy and want to feel his tongue where you need it most.

“Hold still.” Steven chuckles as you squirm, making you heat up even more. In the most intimate time you’ve ever spent with Steven, he still manages to give you that dorky smile and lord, it’s a sight to hold.

His smile falters as his eyes drop down, looking directly at your wet, pulsing pussy. He licks his lips, and you nearly faint watching him.

Thats when his eyes look up to yours, and he leans forward agonizingly slowly, before licking a long, rough stipe the length of your already dripping cunt. He stops at your clit, putting it gently between his teeth and sucking. You moan, not being able to keep quiet any longer as your hands drop to his hair, tangling themselves in his curls.

“Oh, Steven.” You whimper, wanting more than just his tongue. More than just his face between your legs. You need more.

As if he can read your mind, his fingers glide under your thigh and slide between your lips. You let out a gasp, feeling them push inside of you and curl while he continues to suck on your clit. It’s almost like he’s a pro at this with all the little moans and gasps he’s pulling from you. Like he’s living a double life studying the female anatomy of pleasure. You don’t question it though, not yet. You’re too busy tangling your hands in his hair with your head dipped forward to see the beautiful sight.

“Steven.” You whisper out because it’s all you can manage. His eyes snap up to yours and you tug on his curls. This isn’t what you want. No matter how amazing this feels, you want him to feel this good as well. He deserves it.

Reading your eyes, he slowly sits back taking his fingers out. You let out a short whimper at the loss of contact, and it’s like he almost wants to go back for more, but you drop your feet to the ground and lean down. Taking his hand in yours, you pull him up and lead him to the bed.

Both of you stand at the end, looking at each other. Eyes blown from lust and a small smile pulling at each others lips. Then you’re kissing again, and your tearing the clothes off his back and dropping to your knees.

Steven, Steven… sweet, innocent Steven, he pulls you back up and you give him a questioning look.

“It’s about you tonight, Love.” He tells you. That makes your knees shake at the thought. Never has a man thought about you during sex, only about himself. Then, along comes Steven as he pulls the hoodie and top over your head, leaving you naked in the chill of the apartment.

Your eyes start dancing across his bare chest, and you easily get distracted by the thought of him above you, the chain dangling over your face. You think about how you want to take it into your mouth and suck on it to see his reaction as he fucks you, but before your mind can make these thoughts tumble out of control Steven places a finger under your chin and lifts your gaze to his. It’s the smallest gesture, one not many would think to do. You are naked after all, so, why would he want to see your face? He see’s if every day.

The smallest nod of his head towards the bed leads you to crawling onto it, Steven following, but not before he strips completely and you’re left gawking at him. The only thought running through your head is wanting to taste him, to suck on that big, beautiful cock, but all thoughts leave your mind when he climbs on top of you. Once again getting lost in a kiss, your hands traveling his flexing back and arms as his trail across your breasts.

“Please, Steven.” You whimper into the kiss, wrapping your legs around him as your hand reaches down and grabs just what you desire.

“Oh, fuck…” Steven groans and it’s music to your ears. Never have you heard Steven curse, and now it was you that pulled it out of him? It makes you start to moan at the thought.

Running your thumb over the tip of his cock, you gather up his pre-cum and bring it up to your lips. The fascinating look on Steven’s eyes says it all as you slowly lick your lips and put your thumb in your mouth, tasting him.

“Now this is a sight.” He breathes out, copying your words from earlier. You smile around your thumb before pulling it out, wanting nothing more than to take him in your mouth and feel the strands of cum shoot down your throat, but you refrain. No way you’re going to disrupt what Steven wants, and what he wants by the look in his eyes, is you.

“Fuck me already.” You say, caressing his cheek with your hand. A turn of his head, and you watch him kiss your palm softly. You don’t know what you’re feeling, well, you know. It’s lust. But something more twirls inside. Maybe it’s love? “Please.” You add and that makes Steven smirk. He likes to hear you beg, you note. You’ll remember that.

He leans down then, placing a kiss to your forehead and down to where your pulse beats fast in your neck. He sucks and bites and you definitely can’t take it anymore.

“Steven, please. Please.” You beg, rolling up your hips nearly putting him inside you yourself. Instead, Steven reaches down and pushes himself up the length of your folds. He soaks himself in you, and it makes your eyes flutter when the tip of his cock brushes over your sensitive clit.

With another plea leaving your swollen lips, Steven locks his eyes with yours and pushes himself past your folds and into your pussy. You gasp for air, spreading your legs wider for him to fill you up as much as possible.

Steven groans, loudly, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. Starting in the back of his throat, he bites gently onto your shoulder and lets out an almost growl.

“All right?” He asks breathlessly. You bite your lip, too lost in your mind and the feeling to hear his words. When you don’t respond, Steven lifts up to look at your face. He almost looks worried as he watches a tear escape your eye. “Love?” Steven says in question, wanting to know you’re okay.

“Mm.” You smile and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. Rolling your hips, he takes it as a signal and start pulling out, only to push right back in.

Steven is slow at first as he moves his lips from yours to your neck, shoulder and back up. A breath leaves your lips when you see the chain, swaying from the movement. Letting your thoughts win, you lift your head and pull the chain in your mouth with your tongue. Steven looks down at you, stuttering just the slightest at the sight. His eyes widen, yours turn to slits full of mischief. Slowly, you tilt your head forward, taking more of the chain into your mouth until your lips meet his neck.

You feel him swallow under your lips, and you hum before sucking to mark him. Wanting him to remember this night, and you do just that as you pull away. Your eyes find Steven’s again as you open your mouth, letting your tongue push out the chain and then your head rests back down into the pillow.

That’s when something like a switch flips as Steven picks up his pace, leaning down and biting across your chest, leaving perfect marks across it. He gets rougher, slamming into you. He pulls moan after moan from your lips and you let him do whatever he wants.

Steven leans back, grabbing your ankle and pushing it up over his shoulder. The new angle lets him push deeper, hitting the perfect spot to leave you a teary eyed, whimpering mess.

“Oh, Steven.” You whimper out, hands now clinging onto the blankets under you like it’s your last resort. Your eyes squeeze shut, no longer able to easily hold them open. You feel his lips meet your ankle for a split second before his fingers go back to rub your clit. “Yes.” You cry out, rolling your hips to start to meet his thrusts.

“So good.” Steven groans out, leaving you moaning from his praise. “I want you to cum for me, Love.” He urges, fucking you harder and faster than before.

Your eyes keep fluttering back into your head, nearing your orgasm quickly. Not a single thought is in your mind besides Steven. Steven.

“Steven.” You moan. “I’m…” You can’t even finish that sentence if you tried because you’re left a shuddering, moaning mess. Your eyes roll back, lids fluttering. Your body clenches, holding Steven inside you where he fills you up as he cums as well with a groan and burying himself inside as deep as possible.

After the longest, best orgasm of your life, your left with a cramp in your thigh and panting as Steven lays beside you. You rub your thigh, but Steven takes over and rubs it for you, kneading out the knot formed as you roll your head to look at him. Steven is staring at the ceiling, a beautiful, tired grin on his face as he works your thigh.

“Can I stay here tonight? With you?” You ask softly, your hand reaching up to rub his chest. Steven looks at you, grin faltering when he sees how tired you look.

“Of course, Love.” He says, reaching out and pulling you into his chest. You happily curl up in his arms, sleep tugging at you even though you know you should get up and clean up, but after that? No way are you standing right now and Steven knows it as he kisses the top of your head and lets you fall right asleep in his arms.

#absolutely feral #i hope i did this right #ive never wrote smut with the intention of posting it #moonknight #steven grant x reader #Steven Grant x PlusSize!Reader #x plus size reader #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #smut #moonknight smut #oscar isaac #oscar isaac smut #smutty smut smut

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WHAT ARE QUEENS COMPARED TO A GODDESS?

Request by Anonymous: “I think a Steve x plus size reader would be nice”

A/N: Thanks for your impute/ request! After writing this, I actually would like to write a fic about an underweight!reader x Bucky. Also, I think you should listen to this song by Mary Lambert before you read. Enjoy all my beautiful readers!

Steve x plussize!reader

Word count: 2227 (way longer than I anticipated)

Summary: When (Y/N) is feeling insecure, she stops acting like herself. Steve always takes notice.

Warnings: self-hate, self-depreciation, angst, sad reader, fluffy ending!

(Picture and GIF not mine)

*Reader’s POV*

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, Brooklyn was awake, alive, and bustling- but you were lying in bed. You had woken up hours ago, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed and go to work. You loved your job as a computer engineer at Stark Tower, you loved your coworkers, you loved that Tony Stark was your boss, you loved that you got to work with so closely to your husband, Steve Rogers. But what you didn’t love, was watching all the other, much prettier, female co-workers. You despised that.

You weren’t like the other women working on the tower. They were all strong, lean, skinny, girls, with rosy cheeks and thick, long hair. They all had perfect breasts and bouncy asses that could make any man swoon. These girls had pearly white smiles that could outshine the brilliant sun. These girls had almost no scars, and the ones they did have were from bullets grazing their skin, or from knives piercing their skin; their scars showed off their bravery and skill.

They had perfect bodies and their scars were a symbol of their justice-fueled fury. While they had the bodies of queens, you had the body of the ugly handmaid. You were flawed, imperfect, warped, junk, broken, damaged, worthless, alone- you were ugly. Your ass was barely visible due to your stump-like thighs, your boobs were outshone by your prominent belly, your arms looked like that of bat wings, and your hips were devoured by your love handles.

You weren’t always this insecure. There were days where you owned your body, where you would strut around like you were Freddie Mercury on his way to a sold-out show. There were days where you and your heavyset body felt like you could conquer the world! But… today was not one of those days. Today was one of those days where even the thought of looking in the mirror made you want to puke. Today was one of those days where the scale in your bathroom hissed your name like a witch’s black cat. Today was one of those days where showering was just code-name for ‘see your ugly, scarred body naked’. It was one of those days where you just weren’t yourself.

It was about eleven in the morning when you finally gathered enough energy to get up. You felt gross, both literally and figuratively. You wanted to shower off your grossness, but you knew that you would have to look at your gross body. You ended up taking a quick shower anyway, just to start your day off somewhat properly. But you decided to wear your one-piece swimsuit while showering, just to avoid looking at your naked body.

Once you were all dried off, you forewent your cute, blue sundress, and dawned your baggy sweatpants and thick hoodie, despite it being over 90 degrees outside. You moseyed on into the kitchen, groaning at the thought of breakfast.

Avoiding the accursed kitchen, you plopped down into Steve’s favorite chair. It was a big, dark brown, leather recliner that Steve loved to sit in. He loved to sit back and relax after a long day, sometimes he would even fall asleep in that chair and stay there for the whole night. Steve would often offer for you to sit on his lap or lay on top of him as he slept, but you would always politely decline. Though, you would never admit that fact that you always declined because you were afraid that, if you climbed into the chair with him, your combined weights would break the chair.

As your curled up into the familiar smelling chair, your phone rang and vibrated from within your pocket. “Hello?” you groaned, not wanting to have any type of human interaction that day, let alone a phone call. “(Y/N)?” Tony said from the other line, “where are you? It’s almost noon…” “I uh… didn’t feel too well this morning,” you half-lied, “I didn’t want to spread it to the whole tower,”. Tony gave an unenthusiastic hum, “I see…” he sighed, “well, I hope you feel better,” “thanks Tony,” you droned, not even waiting to say ‘goodbye’ before you hung up.

*Steve’s POV*

“Where is she? What did she say?” Steve asked, Tony after (Y/N) hung up, “she said she didn’t feel good,” Tony huffed, angrily setting his phone on the counter. Steve furrowed his brows in confusion, “what are you so mad about?” he asked, following Tony into the tower’s kitchen for lunch, “is she on her period or something?” Tony grunted, swinging the refrigerator door open. This confused Steve even more,

“uh, no? Why does it matter?”

“she sounded all… bitchy and she rudely hung up on me,”

“what did you say to her?”

“nothing! All I said was that I wanted her to get better!”

“that’s weird… I-I’ll talk to her,”

“you better…”

Steve was very confused, normally you weren’t that grouchy, and it was very unlike you to call in sick four hours after you were supposed to; normally you would call in way earlier. Steve pulled his phone out of your pocket and pressed your text thread.

“Hey sweetheart, you doing okay?”

As soon as he sent the message, the little dots that indicated you were typing came onto the screen.

“Ya…”

“Do you want me to come home early?”

“No…”

“Can I pick something up for you on my way home?”

“No, I’m okay…”

“No Tylenol? Saltines? Gatorade? Excedrin?”

“No, I’ll be alright,”

“Want me to bring home takeout for dinner? Pizza? Chinese?”

“… no… no thankyou…”

That was weird. (Y/N) always loved having pizza night with him. Steve knew something was off, but he couldn’t quite tell what.

“Okay, doll. I’ll be home later tonight. I love you! <3”

It took a while for (Y/N) to respond.

“okay. Love you too.”

Something was definitely wrong.

*Reader’s POV*

The sound of jingling keys and creaking door hinges woke you up from your nap. You shifted in the leather chair to see who was coming into the apartment, “hi darlin’” Steve greeted with his signature smile. Normally you loved that perfect, adorable smile, but, at the moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to tolerate it. You flopped back down into your original position in the chair, so, once again, your back was facing the door. “(Y/N)? I brought home some dinner…” Steve hummed, hoping to regain your attention. You didn’t even flinch. “I got some soup, a salad, a-and some subs!” Steve explained, setting the bags of food on the kitchen counter, “Sam recommended them to me, he says that they’re really… good…” Steve trailed off, seeing that you weren’t responding, “(Y/N)?”. Steve jogged over to the chair, seeing as you weren't in the mood to move. Kneeling beside you, he placed his hands on your thighs, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?”. You just groaned and swatted his hands off you. “What’s wrong?” Steve cooed, rubbing your back soothingly, “are you sick?” “nuh uh…” you whined, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head and down in front of your face.

It was clear you needed some affection. Scooping you up into his arms bridal style, Steve stood up then went to sit in the chair with you in his lap, “c’mon, tell me what’s wrong,” Steve grunted, sitting down in the chair. As soon as his body made contact with the piece of furniture, you leaped out of his hold and nearly crashed into the coffee table. Steve was stunned at your sudden movement and shot right back up from his sitting position, “are you okay?!” Steve panicked, helping you back onto your feet. You nodded, distancing yourself from your husband and curling in on yourself. Steve took notice of this and tried to pull you in for a comforting hug, but you fought your way out of his grasp. “I’m gonna go to bed…” you mumbled, rushing off to the bedroom.

After eating alone and letting you simmer down for a while, Steve knocked on the door frame, alerting you to his presence. “(Y/N)?” he called, hoping to get a response, but all that he heard in return was a pained sob. “(Y/N)?!” Steve saw that you were curled up in the corner of the bed and rushed over to your side, gathering you up in his arms. You tried to kick him away, but he was not letting you reject his affection this time, you clearly needed it. “No Steve!” you cried, trying to push Steve away, “I don’t want you to touch me!”. Steve didn’t listen, he just held you tighter.

Once you calmed down a bit, you were able to relax into Steve's arms. “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?” Steve asked, rubbing your back. Tears welled up in eyes again as you buried your face into Steve’s chest, “I’m just so ugly!” you sobbed, clutching the lapels of Steve's shirt. Steve looked shocked, he didn’t know what to say; how could you think you were ugly? To him, you were the most gorgeous person to ever grace the presence of normal humans. “Wh-Wha?” Steve gaped, looking at your tear-soaked face for any sign that you were joking. He couldn't find any. “I’m so ugly, Steve!” you whaled, wiping the tears off your face with the sleeve of your hoodie, “I’m ugly! My thighs are like tree stumps, my arms make me look like I have Pterodactyl wings, my butt doesn’t exist my love handles are so big, and my stomach makes me look like I’m pregnant!” you ranted, getting more and more angry with your body with each word you uttered.

Steve held you in his arms once again, rocking you back and forth in his lap, “don’t be so hard on yourself,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, “you’re not ugly, never have been, never will be,”. You sniffled, pulling away from the embrace so you could see Steve’s face, “how can you say that?!” you gasped, feeling more tears sting the corners of your eyes, “I’ve got stretch marks and cellulite, I have bumps and rolls, how can you say that I’m not ugly?!”.

You were insecure, and Steve knew it right from the start, but he never thought it was this bad. He always saw you as the adorable, bright, loving, confident girl he had fallen in love with.

Steve looked at you, not with pity or anger, but with pure, unadulterated love; you could see it in his eyes. But you stared back in frustration and impatience as you waited for his answer. “Stretch marks and cellulite are normal, they are a part of the human body, and they don’t make you ugly,” he declared, kissing both your cheeks, “and bumps and rolls don’t make you ugly either. Here…” Steve said, pulling out his phone and going to his photos. “What do you see in this picture?” Steve asked, holding up his phone. It was a photo of a famous sculpture, the sculpture of Aphrodite. “Uh… I see a statue?” you stated, not sure of what he was getting at, “it’s a statue of the Greek goddess,” “look closer,” Steve instructed, a knowing smirk of plastered on his cheeks. Rolling your eyes, you looked back at the brightly illuminated phone screen and looked more closely at the beautiful work of art.

Realization hit you like a truck when you saw what Steve meant, “she has… sh-she has…” you stuttered, unable to get the words off your tongue, “she had fat rolls,” Steve finished, putting his phone back in his pocket. Steve held both of your hands in his as he looked you in the eye, “Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of beauty, had fat rolls. (Y/N), you are the most beutfiul girl I have ever seen, and if you think I'm lying, look at your left hand,". Your eyes flickered to the beautiful diamond ring Steve had given you on your wedding day last year. "Not only does that ring signify how beautiful I find you, it represents how intelligent, resfectful, talented, dilligent, funny, loving, caring, and elegant you are," Steve's words made you blush. "Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty had fat rolls, and so do you. And do you know what that means?” Steve asked, cupping your face in his large hands, “you, my beautiful, intelligent, kind, hard-working, (Y/N), are a goddess,”.

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The assistant (7) - A lost Captain

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

A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans charaters in this one.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, mentions of anal fixation, remorse

The assistant masterlist

Part 6

“Whoa, Capsicle. What crawled up your ass?” Tony snickers.

He only wanted to check on Steve, because he didn’t hear from him for the better of two days. Now he’s watching Steve despair.

His office is a mess. There are papers splattered all over the floor and his desk. His phone won’t stop ringing, and the printer makes an odd noise as it tries to print some pages.

“Uh-I like how you decorated your office. Chaos and despair look good on you.”

“Tony, not now,” Steve jerks his head toward the cocky billionaire. “Since you fired my assistant…” He shakes his head. “No, since Y/N is gone, this office is a mess.”

“Well shit, Capsicle. You wanted her gone. Who would’ve thought, that she takes harassment and the way you treated her personally?” Tony sneers. “It was you and Sandy making the best assistant and friendliest person I ever met leave. Shame on you.”

“I was-“ Steve wrinkles his forehead. “I don’t know, Tony. Maybe it was the way Sandy treated me. She showered me with attention, and deep down inside, the young boy was all too happy to give in to her advances.”

Tony makes a retching sound. “Steve, too much information. I don’t want to know about your sex life. Keep little Steve out of our conversations. Please.”

“I didn’t…I mean…I would’ve but…you know,” Steve sighs. “I didn’t have sex with her. Sandy got mad as you fired her, and I refused to help her get her job back. It took me a while to realize that I made a grave mistake.”

“Good for you,” Tony smirks. He looks around the room one last time. “Don’t worry. Rumors say Y/N found a new job in no time.”

He hates to admit it, but guilt is eating Steve up. “Good for her. I hope they treat her better than I did. I even forgot to buy her lunch.”

“Yeah…I mean…she will get free cookies and cupcakes every day. Not to forget to mention they will shower her with attention.”

“Who?” Steve quirks a brow. “What are you talking about? Y/N is not that kind of girl! She’s a good girl.”

“Poor sheltered Steve,” Tony grins. “She moved in with six brothers, Capsicle. Do you think they let her move in to play cards all night?"

Steve looks at his shield, swallowing thickly. What has he done?

Steven Grant Rogers. The golden boy. Captain America himself pushed you into the arms of six men.

He doesn’t want to think about all the things they will do to you.

“How’s that?” Jake smiles wildly when you take a large bite of the cookie he made only for you. He loves to experiment in the kitchen, and even more to share the experience with you.

“Perfect,” you chew audibly. “Is that cinnamon and blueberry?” You moan. “The taste is…I can’t describe it.”

“I’ll put it on the card.”

You love how excited Jake gets when he bakes. He grins and does a little dance before adjusting his classes.

“Aw, I love this so much more than sitting at my office all day,” you glance at the cookies, licking your lips. “I shouldn’t eat more, but…”

“Free cookies for my girl,” Jake shoves another cookie in your mouth. “You’re perfect the way you are, Sweetie. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Jake watches you munch another cookie. He just loves watching you relaxed and happy. “You are going to make me burp if you stuff me with more cookies!”

“I got cupcakes too,” he purrs and points at the cupcakes he baked this morning. “Which one do you want to taste first?”

“You’re a menace,” you sigh. “I can’t eat more, Jake. I love your food but, I’m full.”

“Alright. Jake and Y/N are not around. Now we can get to the plan,” Lloyd points out. “We need to strike hard and fast. I want a hand grenade in Captain Asshole’s ass within the next few days.”

“Lloyd, we talked about your anal fixation, didn’t we?” Andy rolls his eyes as his brother won’t stop making stupid plans. “Did you forget he’s living at the Avengers tower, surrounded by the Avengers? They have a Hulk; we only got you…and your mustache.”

“Ah, we got a little more than my mustache to beat the shit out of Captain America.” Lloyd unlocks his phone to show Andy the tank he got not months ago.

“You’ve got a fucking tank? Lloyd, did you lose your mind? You can’t buy a tank!” Andy throws his hands up as his brother is rather unimpressed. “I mean it!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Andy,” Lloyd tuts. “I didn’t buy it. It was a gift from one of our business partners. They are very generous.”

“Yeah, because you fucked her,” Ari sneers. “I wouldn’t have poked that bitch with a stick.” He shudders.

“My dick made sure that we got a tank and a rocket launcher for free.” Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. “What?” He glares at Curtis. “Don’t act like you are better. You fucked every bimbo coming to your path.”

“Hmm…if you are busy fucking other girls, I can try to make a move on Y/N,” Mike says more to himself than his brothers. He nods, and already thinks about your first date. “I’ll ask her out.”

“Hey, we saw her first,” Ari and Curtis say in unison. “If anyone asks her out, it’s me.”

“Can you stop with the sync shit?” Lloyd wrinkles his nose. “I hate when you do this! And I’m the one who saw her first.”

“Jake saw her first,” Andy corrects. “But I don’t care. I think Pookie is the right girl for me. She’s smart, cute, and sweet. I like it.”

“You like to corrupt the sweet ones,” Curtis snaps at his brother. “You’ll keep your hands off her!”

“Guys! We made…” you burst into the room, grinning wildly. “You need to try the cupcakes Jakie made!” You frown as the brothers look like they were about to attack each other. “What’s wrong?”

“We tried to decide on what we want to order for dinner,” Lloyd lies. He doesn’t want you to know they were fighting over you. “How was your day, Cupcake?”

“It was great! I checked on the numbers for a few hours, and then Jake let me taste his cookies!”

Lloyd’s features darken. “He let you taste his cookies?” He cocks his head to size Jake up.

“Yeah. He made some with cinnamon and blueberries,” you excitedly tell the brothers about the cookies and cupcakes. “How about pasta for dinner?”

“If you want noodles, you’ll get them.” Lloyd purrs. “How about a real thick—” Andy slaps the back of his brother’s head to stop him from saying something stupid. “Let’s order takeout.”

“Let’s order food and have a…MOVIE NIGHT!” You clap your hands. “What do we want to watch?”

The brothers watch you with amusement as you walk around the room, telling them every detail about the movie you want to watch with them.

“You heard the lady,” Mike says. “We need to order food!”

Part 8

#steve rogers #lloyd hansen #ari levinson #jake jensen #andy barber #mike weiss #curtis everett #The assistant (7) - A lost Captain #marvel fanfiction

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