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Here is my request, my darling! 🥰 My love is Ezra but right now I am feeling Marcus Pike in this particular moment.

Okay, I try not to let it bother me, but my thighs is a terrible insecurity of mine and I would like to wear a pair of shorts one day without feeling so self conscious about the the legs 😅 Now, I think you could whip up a masterpiece where Marcus loves the chunky thighs 🥺.

For more details: Established relationship between Marcus & Reader and maybe it's a hot summer day, the type of day where shorts are suitable for the weather and he instantly notices that she is shy about this then proceeds to tell her everything she needs to hear.

All the sweet Comfort/Fluff and if you'd like to, you can add Smut. Thank you Naomi, take your time, I am in no rush but definitely excited to read what you write, love ya! 🥰

Disney Days, Driftin' Away

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Plus Sized F!Reader Star Wars fan

Rating: M for Mature

Warnings: body negativity, body positivity, self doubt, small amounts of Star Wars nerdom, implied sexy times, explicit amounts of you better love yourself or I will blow your chat up with love and compliments to the point that you will hate me

Summary: What's a dream vacation to Disney without wanting to throw your whole wardrobe out of a window?

A/N: I love this idea and I love the ideas it gave me. And I too struggle with loving my thighs. I have new stretch marks and new pants 🥲 I'm not going to lie though, I'm not super thicck like some of you beauties out there, but as of recently I definitely understand a little better bcause I've started developing cellulite around the outside of my thighs. I hope I did good. I struggled with this, trying to make it sound right and flow. I still feel like it could be better. I hope you like it Chloe!!!

It's a beautiful and frankly rare, cloudless day in Central Florida. You had heard of the sporadic rain showers that tend to plague the vacationers that visit the state, but today there is no fear of any interruptions. The sky is blue, the sun is high in the sky, the heat is not yet overbearing on your skin, and you and Marcus have arrived in Orlando for a much needed vacation. You are in your rental car heading towards Walt Disney World from the airport for your dream vacation, having never had the chance to go before. A trip made all the more sweeter having Marcus come with you. To say you're excited is an understatement like no one would believe. You grew up a Disney kid having seen all the classics. You were even ecstatic at Disney's acquisitions of Pixar, Marvel, and Lucasfilm when it seemed so many weren't. Why be not excited? You knew there would be attractions at the parks for them. It would only be a matter of time! All you had to do was save up for a trip and you could go. It's taken a while, but it's more worth the wait now than it ever could've been before because now you have Marcus.

When you and Marcus met he was working a case for the Art Crime department of the FBI as a fairly new member of the team. You were working at a local art installation that would be auctioning off some pieces when quite a few had gone missing. He had waltzed in with an air of confidence but no cocky attitude. What surprised you more was how knowledgeable he was, even on modern artists. Naturally the two of you started talking. Your mutual love of art acting as your invisible red string to each other. When the case ended, you chose to keep in touch with Marcus though part of you still feared all the courting would amount to nothing. Let's just say that art debates over bar food and drinks quickly turned into romantic dinners by candlelight, and the dapper agent had effectively swept you off your feet. Of course you knew about his failed previous relationships, his hesitancy to run headlong into romance again, and his need to take things exceptionally slow this time. It didn't bother you. Mostly because he wasn't just a potential life partner, but because he was your best friend. After all, art wasn't the only thing you two bonded over.

Marcus pulls the rental around to the front of the Art of Animation hotel. This will be your base of operations for the next week while you explore the parks. As per your request, you have one day for each park, including water parks. The end of your trip will be spent in the new Star Wars: Galactic Star Cruiser! A decision made because you and Marcus are huge Star Wars fans. You, a Mandalorian fan specifically, him a Han Solo fan. Arriving at your hotel room, you are excited! Marcus is rambling on about how you had made great travel time. That leaving D.C. early in the morning (and by that he means the night before) had been a smart idea. How you can head to Magic Kingdom for a little walk around to get familiar with it, so when you go for your first official day tomorrow you'll know what you want to do and won't have to scramble to pick. These are all great points, but you’re not listening anymore. You’ve slipped into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. As you enter your eyes move to the mirror to take in your reflection. Marcus constantly tells you how beautiful you are but you can't seem to see it. All you see are the new stretch marks across your thighs and butt that make you look like a zebra. The dimpling from the cellulite that makes you look like you're made of cottage cheese. I can't wear those shorts!

Prior to leaving for Florida, you had gone shopping for vacation clothes and found the cutest booty shorts with your best friend. When you tried them on your best friend was adamant that you got them because they knew Marcus would be all over you when you wore them. Loving the way they made you feel sexy, and from all the support you were receiving, you bought them impulsively. Now you're starting to regret it. Sure, the shorts would be much better than the stifling sweatpants, but you'd have to wear them in public. Public means judgment by people. You step back from the mirror as if it had slapped you and reenter the room. Feeling yourself spiraling you look over at Marcus. He's still rambling even though you can't seem to process anything over your own dread. He's changed into a tank top and a pair of cargo shorts.

Cargo shorts…

Yes! That's the answer to your problem! Wait, you left your cargos at home… You're just going to have to ask him for a pair of his then. You step closer to him and put on an air of innocence.

"Marcus?"

"Yes my love?"

"Could I borrow a pair of shorts?"

Marcus gives you a curious look.

"Did you forget to bring any?"

"N-no, I just don't want to bring a bag."

Marcus scoffs at this. He knows you're lying. There's no way you don't want to bring your bag.

"Sweetheart, you have been dying to flaunt your Grogu Loungefly backpack around the parks for months. What do you mean you don't want to bring a bag?"

You continue to try and feign innocence, hoping he'll buy into the act.

"Yeah, but we're not going to Galaxy's Edge today."

You swear you look like an animated character right now. Big puppy dog eyes, all shiny and sparkly as you try to convince Marcus that you speak the truth. He’s unaffected though. He just stares at you with a cocked eyebrow like he can’t believe that you’re still working this angle.

“Oh come on Marcus! It’s not a big deal. I just want to borrow a pair of shorts.”

Marcus takes a deep breath. He moves around you to get to your suitcase and opens it. He rifles through what you’ve packed to find you a suitable replacement for your sweats. As he looks he finds a really sexy pair of shorts. Oh, these things should be illegal. He feels like all of his blood has gone immediately to his crotch. The mental image of you in these is short circuiting his brain. If you wear them he’s not going to be able to keep his hands off you, but he'll offer them anyway. At the sight of Marcus holding up your new shorts you pale slightly. He just had to find them.

“What about these? I don’t recall seeing you wear them before.”

The smug look on his face not only speaks to his pride in his own personal little victory, but it also bothers the hell out of you. Only because you don’t have an excuse to get yourself out of it, and because you could never tell the man no. Besides, if you could he would know you’re still trying to lie to him. To hide your backside, you pick up your emergency hoodie to tie around your waist and begin to change. Hopefully it covers enough that people won't be too much of a bother. With both of you ready, you head to Magic Kingdom.

Walking in the Florida heat is a welcome change to the chilly D.C. winters, but the chaffing is a nightmare! Why did I agree to wear these shorts?! The spot where your thighs are rubbing together is irritated even though you've gone through measures to prevent or lessen it. It’s not helping that Marcus is staring at you. His eyes are burning a hole into the side of your hip. The feeling of it has your anger flaring, but you’re keeping it contained. You’re in Disney World! You’re on vacation!!! Everything will be okay.

Unknown to you, Marcus has felt teased by you all day. Between you actually wearing the shorts he offered and the fact that you’re trying to cover them up, he has been wanting to get you alone since you slid them on. He finds he’s constantly having to readjust himself so as to not alert nearby parents to his boner. As the day stretches on, the more desperate he becomes. Around late afternoon, you offer to stop for a snack in a little secluded place in Fantasyland. Marcus immediately jumps at the idea and orders food from the nearby snack kiosk. When the food is ready, you guys pick it up and move to the little outdoor seating area around back. You take your seats at a table. Once there you start to eat. Marcus all but inhales his food while you take your time. He sits and waits for you to finish, but quickly feels the need to see you rise inside of him. He slides his hand over to your waist and gently tugs at the sleeves to loosen the jacket. It is then your nerves catch fire.

“Marcus, stop it! Stop touching me and stop looking at me!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I know I’m fat, okay? I don’t need you to inspect me to prove it. Yes, there are more stretch marks! Yes, there is more cellulite. Yes,-”

“There is more of you.”

Your ranting abruptly stops when your ears realize what you’ve heard. Looking at Marcus, you notice he has a soft, almost dopey smile on his face. He can’t be serious right now, can he?

“There’s more fa-”

Just as you’re about to insult yourself again, Marcus nudges you off the bench seat to your table. He stalks you until you back hits the wall of the building you’re behind. From here no one would see you unless they entered the plaza. He crowds you, using his height and broad shoulders against you. All you see is him as he leans into you.

“There’s more of you for me to love, to touch, to kiss, to grip. Why wouldn’t I want more of that? I’ve been eyeing you all day. If it wasn’t public indecency I would’ve taken you against this wall a long time ago. We almost didn’t leave the hotel room because of how much I wanted you.”

To send his message home, Marcus grinds his hips into yours. His cock strains almost painfully in his shorts. Teasing you as he pushes it into your plush body. Your cheeks burn at his confession. You’re in public, in Disney, and all this man wants is you. Marcus snatches your jacket from your body and hulls you against him in a feverish kiss. He licks at the seam of your lips and you melt into him as he licks into your mouth. His hands come down to your hips with a pointed grip. Groping and squeezing the flesh as he slips down to your thighs. He doesn’t go any further than this, not wanting to be too indecent should you get caught. With a final kiss he pulls away.

"Don't ever hide yourself. You are gorgeous no matter what anyone else thinks because I know it. You are prefection to me nd I wouldn't ask for you to be anything other than you. Hell, if we weren't staying in a hotel with thin walls I'd show you tonight just how much I love every new piece of you I get to have."

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