blurbs from a writers mind

steve loves you for you (semi nsfw, plus sized reader)

Staring in the mirror was hard. Seeing every inch of your almost naked body as you stood in nothing but a simple bra and pantie set made your stomach flip. It was hard for you to look at yourself. Every inch of cellulite, every divot of stretch marks, every pound you seemed to gain just staring back at you through that mirror made you sick. You knew that others didn't see you as sickening as you saw yourself, but you couldn't help but dwell on every little "wrong" thing in your body. Hip dips, chaffed thighs, love handles, it all stood out under the harsh reflection of your own eyes. "You're quiet, what're you thinking about?" A masculine voice shook you from your thoughts and you smiled to see your loving boyfriend, Steve Harrington, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder. You weren't entirely sure how this relationship had happened. Steve used to be an asshole, hell you could hear him make cow jokes about you during sophomore year. But now? You could feel his hands slowly caress your body and you felt yourself tense. He wasn't doing anything wrong, not by any means. His touch, wether feather light or tight with intensity always made your head spin. It was you. Your doubt. Why was such a handsome, perfectly in-shape man dating an absolute humongous person like you? "Hey." Steve suddenly said sternly. Fuck, you forgot how good he was at reading facial expressions. You could feel his soft lips begin to press soft kisses across the expanse of your shoulders. "Stop thinking." He mumbled against your skin. "I...I can't help it." You whisper, voice barely audible in the quiet room. Steve moved his hands to cup your clothed breasts. "Lemme help you. Lay on the bed for me, ya?" Your cheeks flush and while you wanted to protest, they way Steve's warm breath felt against your ear as he talked seemed to pull you in. The male lets you go from his embrace and you slowly make your way to the bed, crawling up to the top and laying down. Steve chuckles at your stiffness before climbing up on to the bed himself, moving to where his knees were on each side of your legs. "What're you doing?" You ask, fear evident in your eyes. Steve smiles wide, almost giddy. "I'm about to worship you like the goddess you are." You left a little giggle escape your lips out of disbelief. Yeah right, like you were a goddess. Goddess of eating too much food and being overweight maybe. Steve rolled his eyes at you and began to kiss your cheeks with a smile. "I love your cheeks and how chubby they are. Gives me more places to kiss." You immediately felt your cheeks flare with heat. Oh he wasn't joking. Steve moved to your chin and therefore your double chin. "Mmm, love your cute little chins. I know you hate them but they are cute when you're laying down and watching TV." Shit was he actually serious? "Steve—" "Nope, no Talking." Steve said a-matter-of-factly. He moved down to kiss the top of your breast, groaning at the sight of them. "Oh god we know why I love these." He partiality buried his face into your breasts and you let out a laugh as he blows little raspberries. The male moves to your shoulders and you tense again as he begin to kiss the tiger striped stretch marks on your skin. "Ya know, I've always loved stretch marks. But on your sexy ass shoulders? You make me drool." He mumbled, letting his teeth teasingly scrape against your skin, which caused your breath to hitch. Steve slowly started kissing down your arm, to the extra, flabby skin. He chuckled a bit. "More skin to kisssss." He says, actually leaving a hickey on your arm. You move to cover your mouth, not from pleasure but from absolutely adoration for the man that was kissing down your body. This was him finding the flaws you hated about yourself and making them lovable. He moved from your arm to your stomach, where he seems to make his most time. It was at the moment you realized not only was Steve moving off the bed to kiss more of you, but you noticed how he was practically rutting onto the mattress, his face flushed and breathing beginning to quicken. "Fuck..." he whined you, looking up at you with lust-blown eyes. "You're so fucking hot, god damnit. You're making me a fucking horny mess." He blabbed, unable to stop kissing your stomach. He left little nibbles, and you could feel yourself starting to cry tears of joy at the whole situation. "Fuck, you know why I love your tummy so much? Because there's more to cuddle. Because it shows that I'm treating you right by feeding you well. Because at some point there will be a baby in that tummy that I'll love just as much as I love you. And I love it most of all because it's a part of you." Steve says, looking straight at you, chest heaving a bit. You felt your tears roll down your cheeks and you smile, moving to cup his cheek lovingly. "You are perfect. Absolutely stunning." Steve encouraged, before moving back down to your thighs where he kissed the expanse of them as well. He kissed the dimples of cellulite on them, the stretch marks, the old chaffing scars, anything that he could find that he thought made you beautiful, he kissed. By the time he was done, his chest was heaving and a thick coat of sweat was on his forehead. "Fuck...Fuck I totally just came in my boxers..." He panted out, looking to you with absolute seriousness. Curious, you sit up and take a peak. Shockingly, he wasn't lying. A very obvious and large wet spot had spread across the crotch of his boxers, and yet somehow the horny bastard was still hard. You lock eyes with him and he gives you the goofiest grin you could imagine. "I love you." He says with a big smile, and you can't help but lean down towards the end of the bed and place a big kiss on his lips. Sure, maybe you struggled loving your body, but that doesn't mean you're unlovable. It just means you have some work to do.