#chubby steve rogers

[malebellyworld]

Solitude

***This story is a little different than what I normally write about, meaning that it’s vore, specifically soft/safe vore with mpreg undertones, I don’t only write about weight gain fanfics just look at my profile description lol***

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It was a normal day for Peter Parker; the usual monotony and drudgery from school can get to one’s psyche, and so the teen found himself swinging around New York looking for any possible crime going on. He was sat on the edge of a building when he heard a ear shattering blast coming down the street immediately followed by panicked screams and an alarm ringing above the chaos. As the smoke cleared, Peter could see a group of men getting into a van holding a box.

Peter swing down and landed on the roof the van with a loud bang, “Hi guys, whatcha got there?.”

“None of your damn business,” said one of the men.

Peter jumped off the roof and leaned against the van nonchalantly. “Well, it is if you guys are causing so much chaos, and from the looks of it, it looks like you guys must be taking something that isn’t yours.”

Another man leaned out the driver’s side window holding a gun. “Unless you want something bad to happen to you, I suggest you leave,”

Peter knew this type of tactic, and decided to play along by raising his hands. “Hey, I don’t want any trouble, I’m just”-

It happened way too quick for even Peter to comprehend. He couldn’t see, or even sense the man pulling the trigger, almost like he didn’t even pull a trigger at all. The next thing was an excruciating pain that made Peter cry out as he we shot with what looked like an emerald green shard, it had penetrated the suit and his stomach. He fell against the van and slid onto the ground as the van pulled off.

Peter groaned. “K-Karen, call Mr. Stark, I need help,”

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Tony Stark was finishing a conference call with Japan for distribution for the newest model of the Stark Phone when he was alerted by Karen. He immediately jumped in his chair at the name of “spider-baby”. He did it as a joke, but the bond between the two was strong, it made Tony question whether or not Peter was the son figure he could practice on before he ever had kids of his own. He ended the meeting after giving the approval, immediately walking to his lab.

“FRIDAY call Peter,” he said as he walked down the hall.

“Right away sir,” the A.I. responded.

Tony could hear Peter’s strained coughing from the other end of the line. This caused him to panic as he began running into the lab.

“Kid, Peter what happened?.” Tony asked as he stepped onto a platform, holding his arms out before the suit was assembled on him.

“I was… shot, it hurts Mr. Stark,” the pain in his voice sucker punched Tony’s heart.

“It’s okay kid, I’ve got your location and I’m on my way over, no exceptions,” Tony said before flying off the building’s landing platform.

Lately Tony’s been feeling protective over Peter. At first, he was wanting to some distance away from being so attached to the boy. But after comparing the fact that that both Tony’s and Peter’s parents were dead helped put the first step toward creating the kind of pseudo father-son relationship they have. However, what the two don’t won’t say to one another, is that they both enjoyed being around each other.

After finding Peter hiding out behind a warehouse, Tony landed and immediately came out of the suit, running over to where he saw the boy laying next to a dumpster, his heartstrings being yanked at full force.

“Peter, it’s me, I’m here now, can you tell me what happened?.” Tony asked as he gently lifted the boy into his arms.

Peter coughed, “I was shot by someone,” he said and removed his hand to show the wound.

Tony cringed before quickly examining the small shard penetrating the skin.

“Look, I’m gonna take you back to the Tower, and I don’t want to hear another word about, understand?.”

Peter nodded weakly before Tony got back into his suit, carefully lifting Peter into his arms and smoothly flying above the city, keeping a firm hold of the boy close to his chest, uttering words of comfort to him as means of comfort to himself as well.

Tony landed back into the landing platform and made his way inside. “FRIDAY, tell Bruce to meet me in the medical floor right now,”

“Right away sir,”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, I’ll just get Bruce to look at you and see what we can do, okay?.” Tony asked as the robotic arms began taking off the suit of armor.

“Mr. Stark, I feel dizzy,” Peter mumbled.

“It’s gonna be okay, kid, just hold on,” Tony said, rushing into the elevator and pressing the button with a blue “H”.

“I-I don’t want to go,” Peter muttered. “I don’t want to die.” He glanced up at Tony with glistening brown eyes.

Tony’s heart was in a chokehold. “I promise, baby, everything will be alright, I’ll make sure of it.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “Huh?.”

The elevator dinged just in time before Tony could give a great excuse. He jogged over to where he saw Bruce Banner waiting at the front desk in confusion.

“Hey, look we don’t have much time, so I need you to help me out with something really important,” Tony said, leaning towards Bruce to show Peter’s wound. “Like, right now.”

“Okay, let’s make this quick I gotta get back to the lab”-

Tony grabbed Bruce’s arm and dragged him along into the nearest empty bed. Peter groaned as he was sprawled out and felt the pain fully consume his body. He didn’t know what kind of bullet it was, but all he knew was that it was not like any other bullet. The pain felt similar to few times he experienced growing pains, each major joint in his body was in a pain that is tenfold compared to your typical growing pains, almost like his limbs were being pulled and pushed repeatedly.

After cutting off the suit, Bruce had further examined the shard-like object closely. “I’m gonna have him put under to help with the pain, and then I can remove it and stitch him up, of course he’s going to need a blood transfusion and some time to rest, but other than that he should be okay.” He stated.

Tony nodded as he petted Peter’s hair. He stayed by his side during the IV being put in, to being knocked out by the nitrous oxide, to seeing the shard getting pulled out, to seeing Bruce carefully stitch the wound, and to now sitting by the bedside holding the boy’s smaller hand in his.

He didn’t know if he should have alerted May Parker of the fact that her nephew nearly died, but also, he was worried about what her reaction might be if he did. Tony couldn’t help but ponder on the thought of his love for Peter was beginning to get stronger, and it scared the absolute hell out of him.

Tony stroked his fingers through Peter’s messy brown hair, leaning in and gently resting his chin on top of the boy’s head. He stayed that way, listening to the machines beep and looking at the way the boy’s chest rises and falls as his faint breathing could be heard. He knew full and well that there was soon no denying he loved this kid more than his own father ever loved him, and he was more than proud of that.

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Bruce was running tests on that shard in the lab. Luckily there was blood samples that he could take and do further research on how it may affect Peter. He sat there staring into the microscope looking at the cells to see if any visible changes were being made, at first nothing seemed to be happening, just the same blood cells that he’s seen countless of times before. He looked away to only jot down the time and current state of the sample, but when he looked back, however, things had changed.

After trying to zoom in as best as he could the cells appeared to become smaller, almost to the point where he could hardly make them out. Bruce, puzzled by what was happening, lifted the slide from under the clips and studied how the sample smear had now become smaller and faint.

As he was writing down a few notes his phone ringing caused him to jolt in his chair. It was Tony.

“Hello?.”

“Bruce, I need you to get here right now,”

The severity in Tony’s voice made Bruce’s heart rate speed up.

“What happened, what’s wrong?.”

“Just get down here now!.”

Bruce pulled the phone away from his ear before hanging up and quickly running to the elevator, pressing the “H” button and waiting impatiently as the doors slowly opened. He did not know what the blood sample was indicating, but he had a feeling that it was something that was not good, and that it may already be having an affect on Peter.

Bruce rushed to where he could hear Tony panicking to the doctors and nurses. He could not see where Peter was, however. It was like the bed was empty, as though the web-slinging boy had escaped. Bruce rushed over to Tony - who was currently screaming in the face of a doctor. He grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, the billionaire held onto Bruce’s smaller frame for dear life.

“It’s the kid, he’s disappeared,” Tony panted.

“Okay, just take a deep breath, it’s gonna be fine, we’ll find him.” Bruce said as he rubbed Tony’s shoulders.

Tony shook his head . “No, you don’t understand, I was going to the restroom and when I came back, he wasn’t there anymore.”

“Didn’t any of the staff see him leave?.” Bruce questioned.

“No one saw him,” Tony said. “One second he’s there, and the next, he’s gone like Houdini.”

Bruce looked over to the bed to see the IV and needle for the blood transfusion had been pulled out. He noticed faint movement under the white sheets. Carefully, he lifted the covers and his eyes grew wider than the moon, wider than the sun. He leaned forward and peered down at an extremely small Peter Parker curled up against the white bed sheet.

“P-Peter?.” He mumbled.

The boy looked up at Bruce with squinted eyes before backing away in fear of the doctor’s size.

“No, it’s okay, I’m here to help you,” Bruce said in a soft voice. “I’m gonna take you somewhere safe, somewhere less noisy, okay?.”

He could barely make out Peter nodding. He gently laid his hand next to Peter, gesturing him to get on. The teen carefully crawled onto the calloused hand, his arms wrapped around tightly on the index finger. Bruce gently lifted his hand close to his chest, cupping another hand around Peter’s miniature form to shield him against the world.

Bruce leaned over to Tony’s ear, “Come with me to the lab,” he said pointing to his cupped hand.

Tony’s face contorted in confusion as he glanced at the scientist’s hand. The two snuck away from the confusion that was surrounding the bed, making it just in time as the elevator doors began to close. Bruce and Tony glance down to see Peter still gripping Bruce’s finger, his tiny face never looking up at the giant men. Tony delicately rubs his finger on Peter’s miniature back, earning a scared look from the tiny teen.

“Don’t be scared, Peter, we’ll find a way to fix this,” Tony gently stated.

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Peter felt like burying himself in a hole. He felt so exposed and weak in Bruce’s gentle hold. His suit didn’t shrink with him, and so here he was nude in front of Dr. Banner and Tony Stark, two more people he admired most in his life, looking at him with so much pity.

Bruce made him a little nest out of a shirt he took from the closet to let Peter become more comfortable as he watched the two men.

“I think there was something in those ray guns he mentioned before,” Bruce stated as he held his head in his hands. “But it’s something I’ve heard, but never actually seen before.”

Peter lay there curled up in the fetal position. It was all too much, everything was happening so fast that he couldn’t even get the chance to register what was going on. He was finding it hard to breathe, his chest tightening more and more as he attempted to take a breath.

Tony leaned just a foot above Peter. “It’s gonna be okay, kiddo, I promise we’ll figure something out,”

Peter couldn’t speak, something in his mind did not allow him to form sentences or words. He was beyond scared, he was past the point of dysphoria, he was now in this state of catatonia and it was scaring Tony.

“So what exactly have you found in these samples so far?.” Tony asked.

“Well, apart from the size reduction, nothing else could be detected for now, but I’m sure that this will have to wear off soon.” Bruce stated as he was looked through the telescope.

Tony slouches down on the office chair with a loud sigh. He glances down at the nest on Bruce’s desk. Peter lays there nestled up in fear and exhaustion, his eyelids drooping as he struggles to fight off his sleep, his head drooping down as he goes deeper and deeper into sleep. His body finally goes lax, sinking further into the nest.

“I’m gonna go run some more tests, but he’s gonna have to stay here,” Bruce said and glanced down at Peter hugging onto the fabric of the shirt.

Tony nods. “I’ll watch over him, just find a way to fix all this,”

After Bruce leaves the room, Tony plops himself down on the chair in front of the desk. He leans over and rests his head on his arms, covering Peter’s form with the sleeve of the shirt nest. The tiny teen nestled further into the nest, resembling a newborn sleeping peacefully.

Tony groans before getting an empty coffee cup from the corner of the desk and filled it with tap water, taking a sip just before his phone started ringing. It was Pepper. Tony sighs before answering the phone.

“Yes, Pep?.”

“Where the hell are you? Did you forget that meeting with the Chinese marketing branch? Tony this is important-“

“Pep, I got a lot of problems over here-“

“Yeah, we’ll if you don’t get ever here, your problems are about to get worse,” Pepper said in a warning tone.

Tony sighed as he glanced down at Peter. “Look, I’ll be there in five minutes, how’s that?.”

“Just get here asap!.”

Tony sighed after Pepper hung up. He didn’t know what do to exactly, but what he does know is that he’s not letting Peter leave this room, nor is he leaving him alone with someone he doesn’t trust. Tony groaned before opening his phone and making a call.

“Hello?.”

“Hey, Steve, how you doing?.”

“Uh, I’m doing good, how about yourself?.”

“I’m fine. Uh, listen, I was just wondering if you weren’t busy at the moment, I have a big favor to ask you.” Tony anxiously pinched the bridge of his nose.

He could hear Steve sigh on the other end of the phone.

“What is it, Tony?.”

“You remember, Peter, right, underoos?.”

“Oh yeah, Queens, what’s wrong with him?.”

“Well, there was an accident with him, Bruce is in the lab running some tests, and I have Pepper calling me in for a super important business meeting and I have no one to watch the little guy.” Tony cringed as he finished his sentence, glancing down to thankfully see a resting Peter.

Steve sighed heavily. “Alright, but no tricks or pranks from the kid.”

“It’s done, but could you get here right now because I really have to go?.”

“Okay, okay.”

Tony sighed in relief. “Thank you, Stevie, I owe you one… I’ll have Happy pick you up from your place, bye.”

Carefully leaning towards Peter, just five inches away. “I’ll be back, just stay here and don’t go anywhere or touch anything,”

Tony then carefully tucked the boy in before quietly exiting the room. Not even two minutes later, the teen was wide awake. Peter scanned the room thoroughly, part of a sleep draped over his frame as he sat there in deafening silence. He curled in further as he remembered everything that had happened, shivering in pure fear at the thought of being so feeble in front of his idols.

Peter smacked his lips and cringed at how dry his mouth had become. He threw off the sleeve with a huff, examining the once more before crawling out of the large bundle, glancing over at the coffee cup Tony had poured his water in. With determination, Peter ran as fast as his tiny legs could let him.

He looked up at giant cup and then at his hands. If he could climb walls with his suit, then he should be able to climb anything without it. Peter rubbed his hands together before he pressed his hand on the wall of the cup, only for it to not stick. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried his other hand, but that one wasn’t sticking to the cup either.

‘Did my powers go away too?.’ Peter thought.

Peter huffed again before climbing onto the bottom half of the handle. It was just like climbing the rope in gym class, except he was almost microscopic and naked, but with determination Peter hauled himself up the handle until he reached the top.

Peering down into the void that was the half empty mug, Peter frown at the lack of water, thinking that if he could just carefully slide down the inner wall of the mug, he just might…

He lost his footing, falling headfirst into the shallow pool, not only knocking the wind out of him as he lay there in what felt like three feet of water, but knocking him out in total.

And by the time Steve walked into the room, there was no trace of Peter whatsoever. The soldier looked around, calling out for the teen, but was met with no response.

‘Maybe he’s in the bathroom…’ Steve thought.

Steve glanced over at the closed door to the restroom, he sighed, opting not to talk to the boy as he was doing his business. So he sat there on the edge of Bruce’s bed and waited, and waited.

He waited until he curiosity got the best of him, and Steve gently knocked on the door.

“Peter?.”

A beat, no response.

Steve knocked a little louder. “Peter, it’s me, Steve - Captain America? I came here to watch you while Tony was gone, he had to go to a meeting… are you okay?.”

A beat, and no response.

Carefully, Steve opened the door and walked in to see no one in there. He sighed again.

‘Maybe he went to get something to eat?.’ Steve thought.

Confused, Steve sat on the chair in front of the desk. At least there was a great view of the city, something Steve came to appreciate more now that it had been nearly eleven years since he’d been thawed from the ice, just to see the promised innovations come to fruition.

Five minutes go by and Steve could feel his mouth becoming parched. He grabbed the mug, feeling it’s emptiness, before going into the bathroom and filling the mug from the tap. Completely unaware of what the contents lay in the mug, he fills it nearly to the brim before taking a large swig.

Peter remained unconscious throughout it all. The contracting muscles in Steve’s throat were not enough to wake up the boy. The soldier grimaced as he swallowed another sip of water, much harder this time as to ease the slight itch in his throat. Peter slid further down the man’s gullet, falling deeper into the pit of his stomach, landing against the soft inner walls.

But as he made contact with the small puddle of stomach acid, the acid in the small area around him glowed a vibrant neon yellow, before completely fading away. Peter still laid there unharmed, but still unconscious.

Steve laid a hand on his stomach, groaning at the burning sensation building up his throat. He began gagging, leaning over the toilet as a small amount of bile left his body. He groaned as he hugged the bowl, another pang of nausea washed over him before puking up more bile.

Peter woke up in confusion. The place was dark, but warm and muggy, like a sauna. He felt the walls around him vibrate and violently contract, nearly squeezing him and trapping him.

He could hear a loud pounding noise in the distance above him. It was fast whenever the walls around him contracted, but as soon as they expanded, the loud thumping sound would become slower. Another sound that caught him off guard, was the sound of someone talking.

At first it sounded muffled, like the person had been speaking to him underwater, yet it sounded as though they were right in front of him. Peter stood up before slipping and landing on the soft surface, he tried again, this time crawling on his hands and knees as he navigated through the darkness.

Steve laid a hand over his stomach, feeling an odd sensation that he never felt before. He glanced down and noticed that it was slightly bloated. He caressed it before giving it a firm slap.

Peter was then knocked over by something hard hitting the wall, causing the small space he was in to become an earthquake simulation. He held his aching head as he walked over to the wall, giving it a slight kick. Curious, Peter kicked it again, this time with much more strength.

Steve stopped dead in his tracks as he looked down at his stomach. “What the…?.”

He lifted his shirt and poked his stomach.

Peter response to this was a faint push from his hands.

Steve’s eyes went wide.

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Tony had sent a message to Bruce about Steve, but he couldn’t answer because his phone was on silent and his attention was drawn more towards the sample he kept running tests on and kept looking under a microscope. In the first hour, there were no visible changes, but when he came back after five minutes, something else was happening.

The cells from Peter’s blood began to grow, but only when they were introduced to a source of heat. Bruce then tried leaving a small portion of the sample in a fridge, and this only concludes that when left in the cold, the cells shrink further to the point of disappearing entirely.

The scientist’s eyes grew wide in shock as before he pulled out his phone and was immediately met with Steve’s caller ID.

“Hello, Steve?.”

Steve sounded scared over the other end of the phone.

“Bruce, something’s wrong with me,”

“W-what’s happening?.”

“I don’t know, but I think I’ve got some kind of stomach bug, I’m not sure but this isn’t like a regular stomach virus… I can feel it moving,”

“Moving? Where are you?.”

“Tony asked me to watch Peter, he said he wasn’t feeling to well, but when I got here I couldn’t find him, I thought maybe he went to go get something to eat?.”

“What exactly did you do when you walked into my room?.”

“I waited for Peter to come, and then I got some water in one of your mugs and drank that, and the next thing I know it feels like there’s something inside me,”

Bruce took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, I’ll be down there in a minute, just sit down and don’t do anything,” he said before hanging up.

Bruce bolted into action, going over to grab an ultrasound monitor along with a doppler, some gel, and a stethoscope and putting it all in his bag.

The ride in the elevator felt longer than usual. Perhaps it was his anxiety making time feel slower, that usually happens whenever it comes to an emergency. He bit his bottom lip as the numbers climbed up, before finally reaching floor. He rushed passed anyone in his way, his white coat flowing behind as he dashed all the way down the hall where he slammed open his door.

Steve jumped at the sound. Peter could hear it faintly, but he still flinched at the noise which sounded like that of a muffled gunshot. Steve’s hand landed over his stomach as he too felt the jolt inside, letting out a gasp, looking down at his stomach in fear.

“I came as fast as I could, what’s wrong?.” Bruce asked, setting down his bag on the desk, he looked at the bundle to find that Peter wasn’t there.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled in shock, turning back to face Steve. “Okay, when you said your stomach started to feel weird, that was after you drank water from the mug right?.”

Steve’s face twisted in confusion. “Yeah… wait, Bruce this isn’t making any sense, why does it matter that I drank from the mug, are you sick or something?.” He asked.

Bruce slipped on the stethoscope. “I’m gonna need you to lift your shirt up and lay down on the bed for me,”

“Bruce this doesn’t make any sense-“

Not wanting for Hulk to make an appearance, Bruce took a deep breath before slowly exhaling. “Steve, please just do as I say,”

Steve sighed before lifting up his shirt. His stomach had looked a bit bloated as he laid down on the bed. Bruce carefully placed the bell of the stethoscope over the pale skin of the soldier’s chest, his heart rate was normal, so that was a good sign. Hesitantly, Bruce moved the bell over on Steve’s stomach. The man froze with fear when he began to make out a distinct but faint thump thump thump along with muffled whimpers.

Bruce ripped off the stethoscope and went over to take out the ultrasound monitor along with the gel.

“What’s that?.” Steve asked

“It’s an ultrasound, I’m gonna see what exactly is happening in there,” Bruce weakly explained.

“B-But isn’t that for pregnant women?.” Steve asked nervously.

“Yes but it can be used for other things,” Bruce then took off the cap for the gel. “This might feel cold at first,” he warned before squirting the blue gel over his stomach.

Steve sucked in a breath of air as Bruce began moving the wand over his stomach. A small speck materialized in the black and white grainy screen. Bruce’s eyes blew wide open as he pressed the wand further onto Steve’s stomach. The speck then started to take form of a certain small boy curled up in a fetal position. Steve yelped as he felt another jolt in his stomach. Bruce yanked the wand away when he saw an arm push and the walls of the stomach.

“Okay, what the hell was that?!.” Steve asked.

Bruce licked his lips. “I know this is going to sound strange, but you’re not sick; from what I could guess, when you drank from the cup, you drank something else too.”

“Like what?.” Steve asked, whipping off the gel with the tissues on the nightstand.

“Well, the reason why Tony wanted you to look after Peter was because he was hit by something that caused him to shrink, and my best guess is that Peter woke up and wanted to see if there was something to drink in the mug, but he must’ve slipped in and you didn’t notice he was in there, so now Peter’s…”

Bruce gestured over to Steve’s stomach.

Steve’s glanced down, sighing heavily as he laid his hand on his stomach. “Okay, so how are we gonna get him out?.”

“Well, the thing is, I’ve been doing some tests on a blood sample I took from Peter. From what I could conclude, the only way for Peter to grow back to his normal size is if his blood is introduced to a source of heat.”

“Then that means…” Steve looked down at his stomach again. “Oh god, Bruce you have to do something!.”

“It’s going to be okay, just don’t panic, it’ll stress Peter out and he could easily go into cardiac arrest, just stay here and I’ll try to get Tony, okay?.”

Steve nodded, slouching back down in bed, his hand never leaving his stomach. “Um… Peter, I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but everything’s gonna be fine, just stay calm.”

Pete could this, and responded with a small push.

Steve gasped. “It’s me, Steve, Captain America, I promise everything’s gonna be okay Bruce is gonna find a way to get us out of this.”

Peter licked his lips. “O-Okay,” he called out to the dark space.

Steve shuddered as he not only heard Peter’s voice, but felt it reverberate in his stomach. He rubbed his stomach gently in the hopes of keeping the boy (and himself) calm. Out of all the things he had encountered, this was the most strangest, but somehow touching things Steve has been through.

Just as Peter was about to try and get comfortable, his body began to ache, like the growing pains he experienced before when he was thirteen and at the beginning of puberty. And then, the space around him felt slightly less spacious than before.

Steve could feel his stomach starting to feel full, and his mind tried to ignore the fact that this was, indeed, the start of many growth spurts.

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Nearly an hour had passed, and Steve was beginning to show. He looked as if he’d binge ate and could feel the pressure buildup. Peter tried his best not to move around as much, but with the space becoming tighter and smaller he had no other choice but just to stay in the same curled position for the first hour. Steve would often talk to him, to try and help lighten the situation, his hand never leaving his stomach.

“Uh, Captain, Mr. Rogers?.” Peter asked in a hushed tone.

“Yeah?.” Steve asked, his gaze never left his stomach either.

“If Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark can’t get me out of here, and if anything happens to you, I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry this had to happen to you.”

Steve could feel a pang of empathy, along with something he couldn’t describe, punch his heart harder than any man who tried to swing at him before. He laid both hands on the bulge in his stomach, hugging onto it, hugging Peter.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, you’re a victim here, and I promise nothing would happen didn’t I?.”

“Yeah…” Peter’s voice faltered. “I’m just… scared,”

Steve could feel him sobbing and his breathing uneven. His heart was now on full empathy, comfort and care mode.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay, shh…” Steve rubbed his stomach tenderly.

Peter could feel this, his back was being soothed by the gentle pressure Steve was applying. He decided that it would probably freak Steve out if he saw Peter’s facial features pressed up underneath his skin, so he had kept his back facing the outside of his stomach, and his body facing inwards, almost like he was hugging onto to him inside.

The next thing he knew, Steve was humming a tune. His tone rumbled all around him, encasing him in the sweet melody. Peter recognized the song as soon as Steve muttered the lyrics. It was “In The Mood” by Glen Miller.

Aunt May told him that his parents danced to this song on the night of their wedding, so listening to this made him feel relaxed as he nestled into the warmth. Another surge of pain rattled his body, and soon enough the space began to feel tighter, but the pain was more unbearable than the compact feeling.

Steve stifled a groan as another growth spurt started. His stomach ached and grumbled with pain as the content inside grew in size. He glanced down to see his stomach was in the beginning stages of looking like he was in his first trimester, a beach ball size was capable in no less than an hour. With nothing else to think of, Steve held and rubbed his stomach as he continued to sing and hum the song, hoping that Peter wouldn’t start freaking out.

“Uh, Mr. Rogers…?.”

“I know, just try not to move so much,” Steve grunted as he sat up, leaning against the pillows he propped up against the headboard, he sighed with relief. “There we go, I was starting to have some trouble breathing, not that any of it’s your fault, it’s not.”

Peter sighed at the new position he was in. He was now sitting rather than laying, but he could feel himself sliding down in the tight space, he could also hear Steve moan in relief as his stomach dropped, his hands cradling his newly formed and small belly.

“That’s much better, thank you, Mr. Rogers,”

Steve chuckled. “Call me Steve,”

“We’re on a first name basis?.” Peter looked up.

“Well, given the situation we’re in, I think it’s safe to say that we’re good in knowing almost every aspect of our lives,” Steve laughed, holding his little belly as he did.

The laugh made the space around Peter become cramped, but in a way that felt like a hug. It also felt like he was being lifted into the air, like how uncle Ben did to him when he was younger. Peter giggled at this, relishing in this moment of joy that he hadn’t genuinely felt in a long time.

Peter groaned as another sharp pain shot through his body and the space was now becoming a bit tighter.

Steve held onto his belly as it grew three sizes, moaning at how big he was getting. His shirt was beginning to lift up, revealing a sliver of pale skin, he held it close as he continued to grow.

A loud and sharp ping echoed throughout the room. Steve reached down and felt his pants had been unbuttoned on their own, the button was no longer there, and the zipper was being pushed down by the now beach ball-sized belly. His shirt rode all the way up to his robust pecks, showing off his now pregnant-looking belly to the world.

Peter looked up. “A-Are you okay, Mr. Rogers?.”

Steve inhaled heavily, trying to get used to the newfound pressure that had been building up. He rubbed his belly, looking down to see a more distinct outline of Peter’s body compacted into the small space. Steve cradled his belly close, rubbing small circles on Peter’s back.

Steve took in a quick breath of air. “I’m okay buddy, just stay calm, I’m sure Bruce and Tony are on their way,”

A beat of silence filled the room again.

“Did you want to become Captain America?.” Peter asked hesitantly.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “What?.”

“When you became Captain America, did you want to do it, be a superhero?.”

Steve’s mind went blank for a moment; he never got that question before.

“I mean, I wasn’t meant become a superhero, I was just a soldier doing his job. But sometimes I think of what life would’ve been like without the serum, without being frozen.” Steve said, arms still wrapped securely around his belly.

“I know you wanted to go back to the 40s, to be with Peggy Carter, but how come you stayed here?.” Peter asked.

Steve sighed heavily, the muffled woosh of air echoed above Peter.

“I stayed because I have everyone here,” Steve said. “Natasha, Tony, Sam, and Bucky… and now you.”

Peter smiled warmly before nestling further in. “Thank you, Steve,”

Steve smiled as he felt Peter move and rubbed his belly. “You’re welcome buddy,”

The pair laid there in the newfound bliss. Steve rubbed his belly until Peter began nodding off to sleep.

Just outside the door, Tony and Bruce watched the scene play out. Tony had pulled his phone out and recorded a video of Steve smiling at his stomach as he stroke it. He was usually his sarcastic and stand-off-ish self, but something about watching the moment made Tony smile to himself, something paternal radiating inside him like rays coming off the sun.

Bruce opened the door and walked in with a box of supplies. Steve didn’t take his gaze off the box.

“So how’s the father-to-be doing?.” Tony joked.

Steve rolled his eyes before putting a finger to his lips. “He just fell asleep,”

“How’s he doing?.” Bruce asked, taking out his stethoscope and laying it on Steve’s belly where he saw Peter’s back.

“He’s okay, he’s just really scared, I’ve been comforting him,”

“I think after this he’ll be way closer to you than he is now,” Tony smiled, gently rubbing in stretch-mark lotion onto Steve’s lower belly.

The super soldier moaned in delight. “Thanks, Tony,”

“No problem, Stevie,”

Bruce takes off the stethoscope from his ears. “Thankfully his breathing’s okay, his heartbeat is normal too, but I don’t think the growth spurts are going to stop, when was the last one?.”

“About a minute ago-“ Steve groaned again, holding his belly as it started growing again.

Tony held Steve’s hand as he watched this, his other hand still resting on the bottom half of the belly.

“Just breathe in your nose slowly and out your mouth,” Bruce instructed.

Steve nodded and took deep breaths.

Judging from the size his belly was, Peter was close to his full body size, and Tony began to worry.

“Okay Bruce, what’s the plan?.” The billionaire asked.

Bruce sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “So, since Peter’s already late in this stage of his regrowth process, our options are that we basically freeze you both and Peter shrink down in size again, or we surgically remove him, or - and this is just a theory - but we freeze you just until Peter could be moved lower and lower until you could practically “deliver” him.”

Steve sighed heavily, rubbing the side of his belly. “What happens if I get him surgically removed at this size?.”

Bruce sighed. “Well, the odds of you recovering are slim, if anything the chances of you even surviving this are extremely thin given the situation,”

Tony threw his hands in the air. “So why recommend it to begin with?!.”

“Tony be quiet you’ll wake up Peter!.” Steve whisper-yelled.

The boy in his belly shifted, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. “Steve?.”

“It’s okay Peter, Tony and Bruce are here,” Steve spoke in voice so gentle, Tony thought he was listening to a different person.

“Mr. Stark?.” Peter spoke weakly.

Tony leaned over to Steve’s side. “I’m here, kiddo. How are you holding up in there?.”

“I’m fine, I’m just nervous,” Peter said in a stuttered voice.

“Don’t be, I’m here and Bruce is gonna make sure nothing happens to you or Steve,” Tony said reassuringly.

“How?.” Peter asked.

Steve sighed and held his belly close. “Well, they’re going to find a way to shrink you down a little, and then they’ll get you out from there,”

“But how?.”

“Well, if I get a surgery done, then that’ll be more complicated for me because you’re still in my stomach, and that’ll be harder to do since we don’t have all the things ready. But there’s also another option that we could get you out at this size, but I don’t think that’ll be any better. Then there’s another option, and probably one that I’m going for, are you ready to hear it?.” Steve asked.

“Sure…”

Steve sighed heavily. “We can shrink down to a certain size, and then I’d basically… push… you out,”

The room stayed quiet as they all cringed at the thought.

“Won’t I get hurt? Like digested?.” Peter asked.

“I mean you’re still alive, by now you’d be dead from the stomach acids dissolving away your muscles-“

Steve kicked Bruce’s leg, giving him a warning glare as he rubbed his belly.

“There aren’t any acids from what I could tell, I can’t feel any liquid around me,” Peter explained.

“Well that’s good,” Tony said. “So he should be okay making it through to the end, right?.”

“I mean, since there’s no acids digesting him to waste, I think it’s safe for us to go down that route… Steve, Peter what do you guys think?.” Bruce asked.

“Just as long as none of us die, it’s good to me,” Peter called out from within.

Steve pulled his belly closer and nodded. “Okay, let’s do it,”

🫃🏼🫃🏼🫃🏼

It took nearly three hours to shrink Peter down to the size of an apple. Steve lay there shivering in the thirty bags of ice Tony had FRIDAY order. He had stripped down to nothing before being lowered in, gripping onto the sides of the tub as Bruce covered his belly with ice, even going so far as to turning on the cold water to fully envelope his large body. Tony had made sure a stack of warm towels lay close by, along with a bath robe for Steve.

Steve moaned as Tony and Bruce tried helping Peter move into the right position. His head pointing downwards so he could find the pyloric sphincter.

“You should feel it getting tighter, like entering a small tunnel,” Bruce called out.

“I can feel it!.” Peter said.

Steve moaned. “He found it, good job, buddy,”

“Okay, Peter, this is where it’ll get tricky, but just keep following to where the tunnel will lead you.” Bruce instructed.

Tony held Steve’s hand in his. “How do you feel?.”

“Like a baseball is falling down my body,” Steve muttered.

“Don’t worry, this is just the beginning,”

“Why do I feel like this is some elaborate set-up to make it look like I’m giving birth?.” Steve asked.

Tony smirked. “Do you honestly think I’d make you and the kid suffer like this?.”

“No, but this outcome feels a whole lot like degrading me,”

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you or the kid, I can’t risk losing anyone else,” Tony said in a sincere tone.

Steve smiled softly, squeezing Tony’s hand as he felt Peter move further down. “When he’s out he’s gonna need a heat source, let me hold him afterwards, okay?.”

“Of course,”

Steve groaned again, putting Tony’s hand in the worse death grip he ever had in his entire life.

Bruce could feel Peter was getting closer to the lower intestine. “Pretty soon you’re gonna have to start pushing, and whenever that happens it feel like you to-”

“I get it, Bruce,” Steve said.

Bruce nodded, grabbing a jar of Vaseline. “This will be needed too,”

Steve cringed and could feel Peter getting lower and lower.

‘This isn’t his fault, this isn’t his fault, he’s just as much of a victim as you are…’ Steve thought.

“Oh god!.” Steve howled.

“What’s wrong?.” Tony asked in a concerned voice.

“He’s grown a little, he does feel so small like he used to,” Steve groaned again.

“Let’s just give him some leeway,” Bruce said, before massaging Steve’s lower bloated torso.

The super solid moaned in pleasure as he felt Peter’s form gliding further down. His eyes bulged when he felt the feeling.

“Okay, I think it’s time,” Steve said lifting his legs it of the partially melted ice.

“I don’t know how this will work… I can’t really feel his head, so I suggest you gently push just to get him closer, when you feel a… burning sensation… that’s when you would start pushing, but don’t push too hard or too long, he might suffocate.”

Steve nodded before pushing down. He could a lump going further down, groaning in pain. He took short rapid breaths before bearing his teeth and giving another slight push. With the help of his body trying to get its occupant out, and Peter shimmying his way closer and closer to Steve’s hole, a pain like none other had ignited in him.

“Oh god, I can feel it coming!.” Steve said with tears flowing down his face.

Tony held both of Steve’s hands as Bruce began to lube his hole.

“Alright, Steve I’m gonna need you to give me a big push when I count to ten, alright?.”

Steve nodded getting his body ready.

“Okay… 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 relax.”

Steve let out a huge gasp as he gripped Tony’s hand.

“His head’s almost out, just two more big pushes and he should be out,” Bruce explained.

Steve groaned again as he could feel another growth spurt. He took a deep breath, pressing his chin to his chest as he started pushing again.

Bruce gently pulled Peter’s head out. “His head is out, we just need to get passed the shoulders,”

“You’re doing good, Steve,” Tony wiped the sweat off Steve’s forehead.

Steve took in another deep breath and pushed, grunting and grinding teeth.

“I got one shoulder, just another push,”

Steve pushed harder, tears seeping out from his clenched eyes.

“Okay, you’ve passed the shoulders, just one more big push and it’s over,” Bruce said.

Steve inhaled, his chest rising, and heaved with all his strength, a vein coming out in his forehead.

And suddenly, with a giant sigh of relief, Steve fell against the tub, his flushed red skin slowly going back to its normal hue.

Bruce immediately lifted a pineapple-size Peter out from the water. Tony scrambled to get him a towel wrapping as much as he could around the small boy. Bruce gently pried his finger into the boy’s mouth to induce his gag reflex. Peter began to gag and cough, spitting out whatever fluid he had in him, the burn of fresh air stung his lungs, causing him to wheeze as he inhaled.

“Is he okay?.” Steve asked weakly.

Tony nodded and brought the boy close to show Steve.

Steve gently brushed his finger over the small face. “Help me up,”

“Are you sure you should stand after that?.” Tony asked.

“I want to hold him, he needs to get warm and so do I… get me the robe and some towels,” Steve gruffly instructed.

Bruce and Tony shared a look before nodding. Bruce gently lifted Steve out of the tub, wrapping him in a towel to quickly dry him off before offering him the blue bath robe. The pair shuffled carefully over to the bed, pulling off the covers and allowing Steve to lay down, with Tony following closely behind as he cradles Peter.

Bruce went over to the closet. “I have an electric heating blanket, this should help,” he said, plugging in the blanket and setting it at a high temperature.

Steve opened his arms out. “Lay him on my chest,”

Tony gives a quick nod before setting Peter down on the blonde’s broad chest. Steve wraps his arms around Peter, finally hugging him and listening to his little whimpers as he shivered in his embrace. Bruce laid the blanket over them, with the top of Peter’s head peeping out near the edge. Steve rubbed his little back as he laid there in peace, the weight of the boy was becoming heavier as he began to slowly grow back to his normal height.

Tony knelt beside the bed as he watched the pair. His eyes stung with tears threatening to spill. Bruce sat down on the chair near the desk, watching the scene play out like a cheesy rom-com.

Peter shifted, his doe eyes looking up at Steve. “S-Steve…?.”

“It’s okay, Peter, you’re safe now,” Steve said, resting his cheek on the boy’s head.

Peter looked up to see Tony with watery eyes. “Mr. Stark?.”

“You gave us a scare back there kid,” Tony said, petting the wet locks of brown hair.

“I’m sorry about-“

“Don’t even start, this wasn’t your fault,” Tony said.

“Just as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters,” Steve said softly.

Peter let out a yawn before resting his head right above Steve’s heart. His eyelids dropped lower and lower as he heard Steve’s comforting heartbeat.

“Rest up, kiddo, you too Cap… you two deserve it,” Tony said, tucking in the blankets

He and Bruce exchanged looks before leaving the room, taking one last glance as Steve drifted to sleep, holding Peter tightly to his body. Tony took one last picture, smiling to himself before closing the door.

“He should get back to his normal size in an hour or so,” Bruce said.

“Mhm,” Tony hummed.

“So, what do you think about Steve replacing you as Peter’s father figure?.” Bruce joked.

Tony scoffs. “Please, if anything Steve’s become more of a mommy than a daddy,” he quipped. “If anything those two will be like peas in a pod, all cozy in their solitude.”

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***author’s note***

Ok so I know that a lot of people may not be into vore (or in this case mpreg with the undertones), however I won’t just stick to one topic that involves my favorite fictional men and giving them a gorgeous belly. If you did happen to enjoy this, feel free to leave a comment or some suggestions for new ideas, like? reblog? idk

#belly #mpreg? #safe vore #it’s vore ok get used to it #marvel #peter parker #Steve rogers #chubby steve rogers #mommy Steve rogers #baby peter parker #utter garbage #i wrote this instead of sleeping #marvel fanfiction #mpreg #marvel vore

[1000night]

Chubby Steve Rogers

Okay, so I think the habit for run might not only for Steve to remain his health, but also shape his body in the best situation.

I mean if the serum would slow the metabolism, then he might need have the regular habits or those muscles would became fat like our dear Bucky💕💕💕

So the assumption is about what if Steve retired and he doesn't have his everyday running routine, and he became chubby? Maybe he and Bucky thought their serum would resolve everything but nah😖😖😖

Bucky is aware that so he start join the missions with Sam. While Steve was like "Nah, I'll past. I am too old to move. "

So when he fell in love a beautiful lady, it's doesn't matter what your appearance is, you're beautiful inside out and he knew you would be the one for him.

But he suddenly back to the small guy in Brooklyn before he accepted the serum, different struggles, but the same consequence.

Now he start worried that you won't accept his new not so attractive body.

I mean yeah he know he should be start train himself again to back to the perfect statement.

But he's too tired to do that. He's devoted too many things for this world, and he still don't convinced that someone would accept his true form.

Though he became chubby, but he could feel those familiar self-doubt and dark mist waved to him.

And he felt relief some how because he know the magic of the serum is lose its power and disguise.

He might wouldn't be the perfect Captain America anymore, but now he could be Steve Rogers, just Steve.

So, when you approached him and asked him for having lunch together sometimes, he absolutely so shocked.

The lunch was amazing because both of you enjoy your food, and you both changed the food you were dislike. It's a win-win you could say.

Soon or later, the lunch date became lunch and dinner date.

And he love you more and more when you spend more time with him. You are so funny and adorable and passionate when you talk about your interest.

When you start sleepover in each other's house. He noticed you are fond of his soft belly, you would rub your face and snuggle with his belly.

He always startles when you hug his waist or kiss his belly.

He couldn't hold back the moans and became hard when your lips touch his skin.

"I adore your soft belly, Stevie, your soul, your face and your body are so perfect and beautiful to me. I would spend my life to worship them, make them glow. "

At the moment, Steve knew he couldn't let you go.

Special thanks to @lovebittenbyevans , she encouraged me to write so😘😘💕💕💕

#steve rogers x reader fluff #1000drabble series #1000night masterlist #steve rogers x you #chubby steve rogers

[chubthings-by-georgie]

Finally have a place to organize my chub fics!!

A short oneshot depicting the lovely and peaceful life of Steve and Bucky one year after marriage and how happiness and Bucky’s cooking habits have affected Steve’s waistline.

#chubby stucky #stucky #chubby steve rogers #steve rogers #belly k!nk #fat belly #bucky barnes #stucky fanfiction #writing

[achubbydumpling]

Could you write something about bucky getting chubby and getting insecure about that. So Steve gains a bit too and they realize they both like it? <3

thank you for this ask, nonnie, idk if this is what you had in mind, but I was inspired, though I did end up asking myself: is this... whump? but if you get through all the hurt there's some saccharine, sappy comfort at the end, I promise! 🤗

Rating: Mature Words: 1763 Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Negative Self-Talk (Self-Worth Connected To Weight), Hurt/Comfort, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Hurt Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Chubby Bucky Barnes, Chubby Steve Rogers

Bucky was painfully aware of how tightly his shirt was stretching over his body. He couldn’t do much to hide it but he still sat slumped over with his arms crossed in front of his body.

He’s been gaining weight. The doctors had assured him it was an expected side effect of his recovery but Bucky felt like a foreigner in his body once more. Everyone could see the change and he feared that they’d use it as proof he wasn’t coping as well as he said. What if they decided to put him back in cryo without asking him this time? What if he wasted too much of their time and resources and they kicked him out? What if—

“Buck?”

He looked up (when had he looked down?) and found Steve looking at him, once again with that concerned crease deep between his eyebrows. Bucky cleared his throat and tried to put on a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything ok?” 

Bucky forced his smile wider.

“Of course,” he looked at his half-empty plate (three-quarters full, did he eat too much again?), “I’m just not that hungry.”

He pushed the chair away from the table and went to get up when Steve finally put his foot down.

“I think we should talk.”

Ice water washed over Bucky’s back. This is it. Steve finally has enough or the King or the doctors. He’d finally overstayed his welcome.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispered and to his embarrassment his voice wobbled from the tightness in his throat.

“You don’t have to apologize, Buck. I’m just— I’m worried, ok?”

Bucky lifted his head (when did he look down again?). Steve looked at him intently.

“Your appetite hasn’t been the best lately and if you don’t have enough energy that could make you feel worse throughout the day.”

Bucky’s arms tightened around his body. He could feel the softness of his belly. Nausea swept over him.

“I’m just not that hungry,” Bucky insisted again. What else could he say?

“Ok,” Steve sighed, this clearly wasn’t the right answer. “How about we ask for something that’s easy to stomach and high-calorie at your next doctor’s appointment. Is that ok?”

Bucky’s eyes started burning. Steve simply chose to believe his obvious lies and tried to offer solutions. He didn’t deserve this. He’ll just ruin Steve’s life if he stays here. His ruined body is proof of that.

“I don’t want to.”

“You need to eat.”

Bucky swallowed hard and tried to keep his voice steady despite the threatening tears.

“I don’t need as much as you do.”

Steve’s expression hardened and his mouth drew into a thin line. He’s getting fed up with me.

“You were barely fed enough to survive. Your metabolism might be slower right now but it will only recover if you show your body there is enough food and you’re not just surviving off scraps anymore.”

Bucky was surviving right now. Could it get better than this? His eyes burned harder and tears finally welled up. Despite trying to stay quiet a choked sob escapes him. Why now?

Steve gets up and walks around the table to crouch in front of Bucky. He projects all his movements and slowly lays a hand on Bucky’s leg.

“This isn’t about not being hungry, is it?” Bucky sobbed harder and shook his head. Steve’s hand rubbed in slow circles over Bucky’s leg and he wished desperately he could hug Steve right now.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now, but lets get you to lie down, ok?”

Steve had to treat him like a child, talking him through a crying fit. Fuck, he was pathetic, because Bucky was actually glad that he had Steve to lean on to shuffle the few meters to the living room and then curl into a ball on the soft cushions.

The gasping sobs had quieted down a bit when Steve went back to the kitchen to get a paper towel and a glass of water for Bucky.

“Can I?” Steve asked and pointed to the empty space on the sofa where Bucky was curled up. Like the perfect fucking super soldier he was, he waited until Bucky nodded. 

It was humiliating how good it felt that Steve waited that little second.

Steve didn’t talk for a long time and just ran his hand through Bucky’s hair. When he’d started doing that Bucky’s tears had started again but the longer he kept going the calmer Bucky felt until he was ready to wipe his tears away.

He stayed in the same position—curled on his side—and didn’t look at Steve when he started talking.

“I’m sorry. I’m a liar. I’m hungry. I’m so fucking hungry all the time.” Bucky could feel Steve gearing up to say something, but Bucky powered through.

“But I can’t really trust my body, can I? I listened for way too long and now I’m—I—”

His voice falters. He tries to fight through the silence but his throat clamps up.

“I gained weight.” 

It’s barely audible from trying to force the syllables through his steel-tight vocal chords.

Steve breathes out hard, but stays quiet. Still, stroke-stroke-stroking his hand through Bucky’s hair. This was the worst kind of confessional. He keeps going. Everything’s ruined now anyway.

“I feel so fucking useless. I just take and take and take. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how you can even stand looking at me. I get it. I’ll understand if you want me to go away, I promise. You don’t have to keep this up. Really, I’m sorry.”

Tears prickled at the corners of Bucky’s eyes again and he bit his bottom lip to keep them at bay this time. He waited for Steve to finally say something and when he stayed quiet for a second and another, he finally dared to look over.

Steve was the one crying now. Silently. While he slowly shook his head.

“You—” Steve’s voice cracked but he kept talking, “—don’t have anything to be sorry for. I should have—”

He stops talking again, shakes his head once and sighs again.

“Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve…” Bucky recognises the mantra from Steve’s therapist.

“I wish I could take all those thoughts and just make them disappear. You deserve so much. You deserve to be here and I’m glad you’re here. Your weight doesn’t change that. It’s not going to change anything.”

Bucky buried his nose against the cushion he was lying on. His heart clenched tight and didn’t let up.

“I’ll say it until you believe it,” Steve broke off into a teary laugh.

They sat quietly for another moment until Steve quietly asked, “can I give you a hug?”

Bucky froze at the question. As much as he craved the contact and the feeling of Steve’s body against his, that question alone sent his brain into a scramble of panic.

“Give me a second,” he choked out.

His eyes stayed looking at an unfixed point on the floor while he worked through the flare of panic in his brain. He’d—They’d been forcing him to see a therapist and she’d been big on breathing. Breathing deep. In and out. Infuriatingly slowly.

“Do you want—”

“I’ll give you a hug.”

“—some water?”

They looked at each other stunned for a moment.

“Not right now. I can’t—I’m—”

“I get it,” Steve said easily. Bucky’s throated tightened again when he realised Steve actually meant it.

He took the glass of water he was offered and emptied it in one gulp.

They went through the rest of the evening quietly. Steve sent an e-mail to Bucky’s therapist when Bucky couldn’t get his thumbs to type anything. They cleaned up the dishes and put away the leftovers. Bucky had another glass of water and then they headed to their bedrooms.

Steve hesitated for a moment before he turned the door knob and when he looked up Bucky thought they’d turned back time a few decades.

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

Bucky dashed forward for the quickest hug in human history before he high-tailed it into the safety of his bedroom. His heart was beating like he’d sprinted a marathon, but the tightness in his chest loosened by a fraction.

+++

Steve stays after that. Just for a bit, he said but days turn into weeks and Steve stays. 

He settled down in a way Bucky didn’t notice Steve hadn’t.

His toothbrush wanders from the kit he’d take on missions into the cup on the sink. The book he’s reading stays upside down on the coffee table instead of bookmarked and carefully placed back into the shelf.

They develop a routine. One that isn’t dictated by missions, mission prep and debriefs. Instead they rise with the sun. The first order of their day is breakfast and time spent outside. Easy companionship. Reading in silence.

It’s on one of those mornings that Bucky notices it.

The way Steve had softened a bit.

The weight.

His breath caught in his throat and he waited for that ugly hatred, the clawing at his throat and vile thoughts that plagued him when he looked in the mirror for too long.

But it never came.

He looked at Steve and saw comfort and warmth. The growing softness made him feel at home. Like tangible proof that Steve was here to stay. Safe and healthy. It took much longer for it to click in Bucky’s mind. 

That’s me, he thought one morning while watching Steve in the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth. 

A bit of pudge underneath his chin that isn’t completely hidden underneath his beard anymore. Chubby cheeks that make his eyes crinkle when he smiles. Soft, wide arms that looked too inviting for Bucky to resist the urge to hug Steve in that moment.

A startled laugh and then Bucky was enveloped in a full-body hug. The sharp smell of mint made his nose wrinkle, but Steve’s scent took over just a few moment later. Big, wide shoulders and a chubby belly, warmth bubbles up into Bucky’s chest and he can’t do anything but hug Steve even tighter.

And in that moment he doesn’t even mind his own belly pressing against Steve’s.

“What’s this for?” Steve asks eventually when he tries to go back to brushing his teeth and Bucky whines until he keeps hugging him.

“Being here.” Bucky shrugged, “loving me the way I am when I couldn’t.”

“Oh, Buck.” Steve couldn’t say anything more after that, he swallowed hard and tried a few times but then he just tightened his arms even further and pressed a kiss to Bucky’s forehead.

#Bucky #asks #Hurt/Comfort #chubby Bucky #chubby Steve #stucky #Negative Self-Talk #Self-Worth Connected To Weight #Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified #Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms #weight gain #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie) #Hurt Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes Recovering #Chubby Bucky Barnes #Chubby Steve Rogers #James Barnes/Steve Rogers

[iwriteweightgainbullshit]

I think im gonna write something tonight or tomorrow.

What would ya'll like to read? Chubby bucky? Chubby Steve? Chubby Tony?

I write about a few fandoms:

-marvel

-harry Potter (i only saw the first movie tho but i'll do my research:D)

-brookyln 99

-bo burnham

Any recommendations will do, just ask and ill write :D even if the fandoms wasnt named i might write it :)

#chubby bucky #chubby bucky barnes #chubby!bucky #chubby!bucky x reader #chubby tony #chubby stucky #chubby steve rogers #chubby bucky x reader #chubby steve rogers x reader #chubby #amy santiago #jake peralta #harry potter #tony stark #marvel #loki series #loki fanfic #loki smut #loki x mobius #fanfics #reqs open #bo burnham

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄: wall sex w/ steve rogers

a/n: y'all are gonna watch as i absolutely fuckin' grind to get caught up with kinktober because i physically, mentally and psychologically REFUSE to continue posting for this challenge in november.

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

One thing that came with being thicker than others for the majority of your life, you often doubted people's ability to be able to carry you. 

Maybe it was a skill issue regarding them, but each time without fail, the men in your life had asked and failed to pick you up, which ended up just embarrassing both parties. 

That was before you had met Steve. Steve was so ridiculously strong, and he loved to show off, especially after you'd told him about the others' past failures.

"Ah! Steve!" You yelped in surprise.

You went from riding your boyfriend on the bed to being raised up into the air and walked backwards until your back hit the wall. 

His mischievous laugh rang out in your ear as he continued to fuck you from below, your body dangerously shooting up the wallpaper. Your grip on his shoulders tightened in fear, but that fear manifested itself along with your arousal, adding to your pleasure.

"You're gonna drop me!" You whimpered. He just smirked at you.

"You're fine, sweetheart." He cooed, pulling your body slightly off of his cock before slamming back. "Fuck! Stevie, 'm serious." You said, but your words were weak and lacked any bite behind them. He knew you had given up when he felt the roll of your hips against his pelvis.

"No," He started, "You're not." He finished, pulling out once more only to slam back into you, his cock kissing your g-spot.

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[laythestar]

You're my sweet sweet flower

Author's Notes: If you guys like it, I can write more of Mafia!Steve being a simp for reader <3

Words: 493.

Many would think that a man like Steve Rogers would be cold with his new girlfriend.

  Mostly because he was the Head of the Mafia, they called him The Captain; the man that no one could defeat. He had connections with doctors, policemen and even people in the media like actors, models and journalists. Everyone feared Steve Rogers, because how could you predict the next step of the man that is always three steps ahead of you.

   So it was a surprise to his men when they saw Steve be so sweet, so gentle and patient with his new girlfriend. Because unlike this relationship, Rogers was always aloof with his partners, always distant and always secretive to them.

“My flower, are you sure you don’t want me to buy these heels for you? You could wear them on our next date? They match that dress that I bought for you.” Steve spoke softly, caressing your arm while the two of you were scrolling through the app where you bought your clothes.

   In the end, Steve managed to make you let him buy not only the heels, but the necklace that matched the heels, the earrings that matched the necklace and the purse that matched with the earrings. He was the leader of a Mafia, he knew how to persuade people.

   His men continued to watch both of your interactions, the only one who was used to this was Bucky, but it was because he was literally the one that brought the two of you together (It were a hard work for him but in the end he succeeded in making his best friend achieve happiness).

   It was a common thing for Steve to call you flower, they didn’t knew why he called you that, but you were called flower. He usually spent his free time on facetime just to know what you were doing, how was your vacation in Italy with your friends. If you were on your period Steve would order Bucky to buy everything you need and only Bucky was allowed to do this because no one else could know where your house was.

   On Fridays Steve always bought flowers; red tulips, because he saw that it meant a declaration of love. And usually, the flowers were accompanied with some expensive chocolate. And if he couldn’t take you on your usual dinners, because of his meeting with his men or potential allies, Steve would be so heartbroken that you shouldn’t be surprised if he cancels all of the meetings he has the next day just to spend the entire day cuddling with you.

    With all that, what the Steve Rogers’ men could see was that he was completely enamored with you, and if the hickeys on his neck could be any indication, you were also very passionate about him.

Well, at least their boss stopped being the aggressive person he was before he met you. So they consider this a win.

#black reader #chubby reader #mafia!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you

[holylulusworld]

The assistant (3) - Cafè

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, OC Sandy, Pepper Potts

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

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, fat shaming, angry Tony (he’s a warning, okay), mentions of cheating (Tony/Pepper)...I don’t know. But before anyone complains again. It is there...very implied or not. 🤷‍♂️

The assistant masterlist

<< Part 2

Three weeks ago, Avengers tower

“You wanted to talk to me Mr. Stark,” Sandy puts on her sweetest smile. The one always working with men. She always gets away with anything. Sandy never had to work hard to get what she wants.

“Let me get this straight,” Tony gets up from his swivel chair to slam the door behind Sandy shut. “You talked Captain America into thinking that it’s a good idea to give up his perfect assistant for someone like you?”

“I didn’t do a thing,” she coos. “Captain Rogers wanted me to become his assistant. I guess he got bored of her.” Sandy scrunches up her nose when she talks about you. “Fat is not for everyone.”

Tony smirks darkly. That’s the moment he was waiting for. “Hmm… I see,” he nods thoughtfully. “I hope you know that you just violated my zero-tolerance policy against harassment. You are fired.”

“What? You are firing me—” she gasps. “You can’t do this Sir! I’m Captain America’s assistant.”

“You are mistaken,” Tony points at the door. “Steve doesn’t pay you. I’m the man behind the scenes. I tolerated your behavior for far too long. If not for your uncle, I would’ve kicked you out a month ago. You have half an hour to pack your things.”

“Mr. Stark, you can’t do this,” she sniffles now. Big fat fake tears run down her cheeks as she looks up at Tony. “Please. You’re being irrational and unfair.”

“Well, no shit, Sandy,” he grins. “This won’t work, you know. I’m not some stupid guy thinking with my downstairs brain when it comes to you. Unlike everyone else, I appreciate Y/N, her hard work and won’t let harass her.”

“I-this is unfair,” she cries. “I’m going to sue you. I will tell them you touched me!”

“Sandy, I will tell you this only once,” Tony dips his head to look down at Sandy, “this whole tower is under video surveillance. If you want to sue me, go ahead. I’ll call my lawyer and well will bombard you and your lawyer with the footage of you harassing Y/N. Or how about all the times you made inappropriate comments or stole office supplies.”

“I will tell Captain Rogers about it…” she storms out of the room, slamming it shut behind her.

“One done, two more to go,” Tony sneers. “Friday, locate Pepper Potts for me. I don’t care if she’s busy. I want to talk to her. Like yesterday.”

“Locating Miss Potts now,” Friday replies. “Located, Mr. Stark. She’s at the penthouse.”

“Good, she’s next…”

Now, Jake’s cafè

“Y/N, don’t worry,” Jensen offers comfort to you as Curtis barks orders at someone on the phone. “Curtis can be loud, but he tries to help.”

“I’ll just find another job,” you shrug. “It’s been three weeks and I had time to update my cv. At least I didn’t get fired. I got some spare money and will survive not having a job.”

“You loved your job and office, didn’t you?” Curtis ends the call and immediately turns his attention back toward you and your problem. “I called a…ahem…a friend."

“I told you to not call him,” Lloyd sits next to you. He protectively slings one arm around your shoulders. “You know how he gets.”

“Who do you want me to call, huh?” Curtis grits his teeth. “You want to hit Rogers where it hurts, let’s ruin his reputation. We need a lawyer to tell us how far we can go without ending up in jail.”

“Uh-I don’t want you to end up in jail,” you protest and shake your head. “It’s only a job, Curtis. You don’t even know me and want to risk your freedom and life for me. Let’s just take a deep breath.”

“I can still break his bones,” it’s Lloyd offering to take Steve down for you. “I’m not scared of that pumped-up blonde man baby. He’s a dick only thinking with his dick.”

“Lloyd,” Jakes sighs deeply as you glance at your friend. “Can you just not get the dick jokes out when Y/N is around.”

“But she loves my jokes, right?” Lloyd looks at you. “Tell him you like my jokes, cupcake.”

“Captain Rogers will hurt you, Lloyd. You know that he’s a super-soldier, not a normal guy. If he doesn’t hurt you, he’ll get you arrested.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” you giggle as Lloyd won’t stop telling you how much he wants to kick Steve’s balls. “Cupcake, I swear he’ll regret hurting you.”

“Anyways,” Curtis tries to bring the conversation back to the man he called. “I called him. What do we do now? He’s on his way.”

“Fuck’s sake,” loudly cursing Lloyd glares at Curtis. “I don��t want him around. We parted ways for a reason. He’s not like us. Goody two shoes Barber will ruin this for us. I can’t have him near my cupcake.”

“Barber is the best lawyer we know,” Jake interjects. “Or do you want me to call our little chaos? You know he’ll mess shit up and won’t be helpful at all.”

“Little chaos? I-how many brothers do you have?” you frown as Lloyd starts cackling. “I mean, is that lawyer your brother too?”

“We are a big happy family,” Curtis grumbles. “It’s Jake, Lloyd, me, and…” He sighs, shaking his head. “You see, we don’t have contact with Barber and our little chaos.”

“Barber, hmm…I think I heard that name on the news some time ago,” you ponder. “I don’t remember what it was about.”

“Barber…Andy tried to live a normal life, far away from his family,” Lloyd grunts. “He married and then, it all went to shit. Still, he refused to return to his family.”

“What about the little chaos?” you press on. You told the men everything about your life and want some answers in return. “Please, tell me something about you. I’m an open book.”

“You’re a sweet cupcake,” Lloyd whispers in your ear, mustache tickling your earlobe. “Jake, fill her in.”

“You sure?” Jake furrows his brows. “I thought you don’t want anyone to know…”

“Fill. Her. In,” you wonder why Lloyd gets so angry. “She’s part of the family now. You brought her in, now she belongs with us.”

“Okay, fine,” clearing his throat Jake looks at Curtis. “What about you?”

“I’m good. Just tell her,” Curtis sits down on the last free chair. He crosses his arms over his chest, biceps bulging. 

“You already know about Andy,” Jake says. “He’s the guy on his way. Our little chaos is our brother Mike. He had a little problem with…”

“Call it by its name, Jake. He’s a drug addict,” you bite your lower lips as Llloyd grumbles under his breath. “He wasted so much money to get high…”

“He was a drug addict, Lloyd,” Curtis corrects. “You know that he’s clean for almost three years. We should let him come home.”

“He still didn’t apologize for totaling my car.”

“Lloyd, it’s just a car,” Jake tries to reason with his brother. “You are the eldest. If you call him, he’ll be happy to come back.”

“I—” Lloyd sighs deeply. “Do you think this is the time to let the lost brothers come home? We want to help Y/N, not drag her into our family drama.”

“Wait this makes—” you close your eyes and count. “Lloyd, Jake, Curtis, Andy, and Mike. OH! Five brothers! That’s awesome.”

“We are actually six brothers,” your eyes round when someone comes out of the kitchen.

A big man, bulgy and tall. His shaggy hair almost reaches his shoulders and his thick beard frames his handsome face. He looks different from the others, but his features and blue eyes give away that he must be related to Jake and the others.

“Ari it is, sweetness,” he smirks as you look at him with wide eyes. “My brothers tried to hide you from me for far too long.” Ari grins wolfishly as he holds out his hand. “I know why now.”

“Uh—now you are six?” you squeak. “I think…this is a bit much.” Overwhelmed by the four men you feel a little lightheaded. “You all look so…”

“I know, cupcake,” Lloyd purrs in your ear. “We are all a catch, but I’m the prettiest.”

“You mean the eldest,” Jake corrects. “Now back to Mike. Can we call him? Lloyd?”

“Fine, give him a call. If we want to kick Captain America’s ass, we will need to stick together. I just hope Andy keeps his shit together. He always was a … sensitive cunt…”

Three weeks ago, Avengers tower, penthouse

“Tony,” Pepper coos as her fiancé steps into the penthouse. “Are you already done for today?”

“I will ask you this only once,” she frowns at his serious expression and his angry tone, “did you conspire with Steve to make sure Sandy works for him? Did you tell him you don’t like the way I look at her?”

“I—you see…I saw the way you looked at her.”

“Angry. Pissed. Mad?” he offers. “Because that’s how I felt close to her. She was the worst assistant ever and so far from the woman, I would fall for.”

“Oh—I thought you are interested in her. She’s pretty, young and you know…”

“Pepper, because of your insecurities and trust issues Y/N quit her job. Do you know what Rogers said to her? He hurt that poor girl deeply. She is a perfect assistant and a kind person. You two made sure that she felt insecure and quit. How dare you say that you want her to work for me because you believed I’ll never fall for someone like her.”

“She’s not your type,” Pepper tries to talk back. “I only wanted to make sure you won’t stray…”

“By sending me the only girl tempting me away…” he shakes his head. “You always told everyone how you support woman rights,” Tony hisses. “But you didn’t fight for Y/N. I’m disappointed, angry, and hurt. Imagine how Y/N feels right now…”

>> Part 4

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #lloyd hansen x reader #curtis everett #jake jensen #The assistant (3) - Cafè #ari levinson x reader #curtis everett x reader #plus-sized reader #plussized reader #chubby reader

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Thinking about Steve getting so big and round that he can rest on his belly like it’s a giant beanbag and he’s alone without Bucky so he starts to belly fuck himself and is just whining and moaning and panting being very verbal while feeling himself jiggle

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Oh.

Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink ahead, including impossible/unrealistic levels of belly fat, belly humping, immobility, etc.

A stuttered, high moan bursts desperately out of Steve’s heaving chest as he squirms on top of his impossibly big gut. The sensation is otherworldly. It doesn’t feel real even though it’s so fucking visceral. It’s all he can feel. He can only feel his own fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. Huge. He’s lost in it, lost in his own fucking fat. Steve’s grown so huge. Fattened and then overfattened recklessly. Ungodly round and swollen.

Steve lets his head hang down toward his overgrown middle and chest, pecs turned to moobs to just breasts, they’re so big and fat. All of him is. And he’s out of breath, panting and gasping, just from bucking his hips down frantically, barely doing any work at all, just trying to get any sort of friction to his blubber-buried dick. He hasn’t seen his dick in so fucking long, he hasn’t had Bucky’s hand or mouth or anything of Bucky’s around his dick is so long. His dick might as well be gone at this point, all of his normal sexual pleasure replaced by the pure pleasure of consumption - eating like a madman, eating so much that his belly stretches and he moans and cries, swearing he’s going to burst at the seams, straining around all this food and drink packed and stuffed into his body. It’s how he’d like to go, though, if he has to, he’s going to ride the wave of utter unrestrained gluttony like a true pig. Steve shivers just thinking about it - oh, oh, fuck yes. His gut stretched, new marks etching themselves into his thick flesh, his stomach churning and gurgling, his skin flushed red with how big he’s made himself, his body glistening with sweat, and creaking. There’s not enough room. There’s never enough room for everything he wants inside him. Delicious, decadent food.

Steve’s thinking about stuffing himself now, while he fucks his own fat. He’s reached an entirely new plane of greed and gluttony that he can’t be stopped. He’s the size of a boulder, his belly the shape of one, and he’s going to be stopped just about as easily as a boulder rolling down the side of a mountain. Jesus, he’s greedy. He’s fat. Huge. He’s moaning, crazed with the sensation of what he’s become.

The only thing Steve has to work with to get out his throbbing, pulsing arousal is the taut, huge surface of his belly. Nothing else. He’s so big. He can’t reach anything but so of his gut. Even his belly is too big for him to reach all of it. Steve whimpers. All he can feel his the sweaty, hot sensation of his own overfattened flesh. Thick and heavy, wobbling and jiggling underneath him. All over him. He’s massive. He almost can’t breathe, his stomach is so filled and so hard and pressing into him, trying and failing to find any more room to expand into.

Still, having trouble breathing or not, with every lazy thrust of his hips, pleasure sparks inside Steve. It feels so good. Fucking his own fat. So. good. But he needs more. Still. Steve always needs more. More food, more pleasure, and more complete hedonism.

Really writhing now, not just squirming, Steve’s toes curl until the soles of his feet ache like the sizes of his absolutely massive belly do, trying to stretch around all those calories, exponentially swelling him more. More. Steve whimpers unstoppably through a burp. There’s gas inside him rolling and bubbling in his stretched stomach and intestines from the damn keg of beer Bucky poured into him (trying, in vain, to placate and satisfy the monster of Steve’s appetite that they’ve built together) before he left to work on the monumental task of gathering, buying, and then hauling all the groceries they (mostly just Steve) need at home. So, now, Steve’s gargantuan stomach is carbonated. The feeling of bubbles in him is too much. He keeps belching and moaning, the bloat, the pressure mounting inside him. He’s gonna explode. All the humping and wiggling isn’t helping, he’s making more bubbles inside himself. Pressure. More pressure, tricking his body into thinking he’s fuller and leaving him panting even harder. He’s so fat. He can’t believe it.

Actually, he can believe it. He lives in his own head with the constant onslaught of thoughts that demand moremoremoremoremore. That’s how he got so giant. More. That’s how he grew this massive, round gut that holds his body off the ground like he’s laid out on a big, plush beanbag.

More.

Lavish.

Soft.

Big.

Steve just can’t fucking help himself. He’s so gluttonous and he doesn’t want to stop. Never.

Waves of his own wobbling fat take Steve beyond reason, almost beyond pleasure. It’s fucking good. So good that he can’t comprehend what he’s become. A true, immobile beached whale. His feet can’t touch the ground, they haven’t been able to touch the ground in ages. Ages and ages that have only been filled with food and drink - filled like Steve is filled. Overfilled. Unbearably filled with literally anything that Bucky wants to shove down his throat, from greasy pizzas to rich pastas to creamy desserts to malty beer and thick milkshakes.

More.

Steve licks his lips, whining. He just keeps fantasizing about food while he humps and fucks his gut. Jiggling. Wobbling. Bloating. Slowly… slowly… slowly growing fatter, stuffed with food, and always reaching new heights. Every day that goes by he’s the fattest he’s ever been and also the smallest he’ll be from now on.

God.

Another burp makes its way out of Steve, he intends to moan, squeezing his arms and legs into the blubbery sides of his belly - what he can reach of the sides of his belly underneath him - but he can’t control whether or not he moans or burps. He can’t control himself. What’s the difference anyway at this point? Indulgence is pleasure, pleasure is indulgence; food is sex, sex is food. There is no difference. All he knows is the pure sensation of unending fat underneath him. His body. So big. He can’t comprehend how fucking huge he is and it makes him so fucking horny.

#mylevisdontfitanymore #ask #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #chubby steve #fat steve #immobility #alcohol consumption #intox kink

[brandycranby]

the berry sweetest

pairing: steve rogers x raccoon hybrid!reader

word count: 511

warning(s): chubby/plus-sized reader, no detailed description; mostly fluff and snuggles and kissies, hints of erotic situations; slight dehumanization and dom!Steve

author's note: forgive me, i know not what i did. only what i am, a soggy sad beast who yearns to be cuddled; based off of this text post i did earlier, will write more :))

Something… is touching his ears. 

“... wazzat?” Steve’s no stranger to going from dead asleep to battle ready. It's never a bad thing to be vigilant against Hydra sneak attacks even if said Hydra agents are gently stroking him awake.

But it’s only you, the poor little raccoon hybrid he saw in the dumpsters during his morning jog. It was an easy decision, upstate New York is no place to be outside in the wintertime. You were surprisingly easy to lure back to his quarters with only a jello cup and some yogurt in a tube. 

“Steve, Steeveeee.” Your pupils shine an eerie yellow in the gloom of night and your wandering hands are almost spidery as they skitter across his naked pecs.

Still, you’re the cutest softest thing he’s ever seen, fairly well-fed by the copious food waste the compound produced. Your lack of winter clothing had been worrisome, your only warmth coming from the soft drape of your tail around your body when he found you. You paw at his face again, a thin blanket around you as you shiver, already halfway on the bed.

“Hey, it’s ok. c’mere sweetheart.” With a scoop of his big arm, you’re on his bed, your plush limbs instantly curling around him in a satisfied squeeze. Steve laughs softly as you mewl and whimper little heem heems into his neck. “It's ok, you wanna kiss? Hmm?” 

Kiss… you have the vaguest sense of the word, some fuzzy memories of two people in AI uniforms entangled on a bench in front of your temporary den, their mouths touching like they were exchanging food. Confidently, you press your lips against Steve's, squeaking at the sudden pressure of his hands, one around your neck holding you at the perfect angle, the other cupping your bottom, encouraging you to snuggle closer. 

Yes! You like this, being very close means being warmer. And his hand is certainly warm, kneading your flesh in confident motions as you rock against him, moving in tandem with his lips to suckle your little tongue, drawing it into his mouth and releasing only when he can feel your chest strain for breath. You quiver, insatiable. “More uhm Steve more?” 

Steve huffs. Your yelp at the sudden tug on your stripey tail almost breaks his heart, but he’s responsible for you now. “What do we say?” He gives your winter fluff another warning pull when you take too long to think, drawing out big fat tears that make your eyes sparkle. 

“Puh-lease, snff please, Steve, kissies” 

How could he deny you? Dizzy and debauched in his arms, mouth swollen from his enthusiasm, little ears twitching, uncertain of all these new sensations but still deliriously happy at your newfound safety. 

“Good girl, what a good girl you are.” The praise slips out between messy smacks of your lips, the sound of you being all consumed by him. “I love you so much sweetheart.” He stifles your little squeals again, his own lips as red as berries. “I swear. Nothing bad will ever happen to you from now on.” 

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masterlist

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x chubby reader #steve rogers self insert #my writing #raccoon hybrid!reader

[chubthings-by-georgie]

More stucky things!! BIIIIGGG STEVIE this time!

i just wanted an excuse to write a big fat stevie be spoiled with all the food he could ever possibly want!!

#chubby stucky #chubby steve rogers #chub kink #stucky fanfiction #belly k!nk

[achubbydumpling]

Original S'more: Too Hot (Hot Damn)

more fluff! to continue this: Part 1

Rating: Teen and Up Words: 500 Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Chubby Steve Rogers, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Bucky is crushing hard, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Fluff, First Dates

[on AO3]

"I can't believe it's still this hot." Bucky pulled his shirt away from his body where it was sticking to his skin.

Steve did the same and then looked around at that comment. He realised with a start that the sun had gone down sometime over the past... six hours. Jesus, he didn't think first dates could last this long.

Even though he’d been nervous beforehand Steve’s anxiety had vanished almost instantly when he’d seen Bucky standing in front of the restaurant. They’d been texting almost non-stop since they’d exchanged numbers.

At first it had just been the standard planning that went into a first date, but then they’d drifted off into a hundred different topics. The one thing that had stuck with Steve though was Bucky’s description of his type.

In a word? Thick ;D

That had thrown Steve for a loop since he assumed Bucky asked him out despite the weight he’d gained. Still, a welcome surprise since Steve enjoyed the added weight too.

He’d been pretty scrawny as a kid and had always tried to gain weight back then to stop looking so small, his bones sticking out everywhere and constantly feeling cold. Back then he had jumped with joy at the five extra pounds he’d gained after a semester of hard work. Only to drop everything in a week when he caught the flu.

However, despite the sun being long gone the oppressive heat had gotten worse if anything. There was barely any air circulating in the restaurant. Steve fanned himself with the laminated dessert menu that was still laying on their table.

“You know,” Bucky began, “I have a key for the kitchen at Sam’s”

Steve raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

“If you’re hot—I mean you are—if you feel hot, there’s a walk-in cooler.”

Bucky looked at Steve with such an open and hopeful expression of course Steve agreed.

Technically, Steve had already had dessert, but Bucky had eaten half of it and Steve felt like he deserved a full serving after putting up with the summer heat.

The walk makes Steve sweat even more but it’s a blessing when Bucky finally pulls open the freezer and they step inside. It’s pretty crammed but Steve sighs contently and, as casually as possible, leans his head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna stay here now.”

“Yeah?”

Steve looks up and suddenly the tension is palpable. It’s not a conscious decision but Steve finds himself leaning up to kiss Bucky. Short and sweet and then Bucky starts laughing.

“I can’t believe we had our first kiss in a walk-in freezer.”

He presses another kiss to Steve’s lips and pushes him up against the freezer door. Goosebumps run all the way up Steve’s spine and he isn’t quite sure if it’s from the cold or things heating up.

Bucky pulls back, clearly as affected by them making out as Steve.

“Do you still want that ice cream?”

Of course, Steve doesn’t say no to that.

#I made this :D #Chubby Steve Rogers #Getting to Know Each Other #Getting Together #Bucky is crushing hard #Alternate Universe - Modern Setting #Alternate Universe - No Powers #Fluff #First Dates #Get Beached #get beached 2022

[bucksangel]

this isn’t aimed at anyone in particular but i really hate reading fics with chubby/fat characters and the author saying something along the lines of “they were chubby but still beautiful” heavily implying that being fat/chubby is Bad and Ugly when it is exactly the opposite. people who are fat and chubby are beautiful, and that includes their weight. it’s not an add on, it’s not a “i love them even though…”

i understand not everyone might be aware of the wording of their writing because society has taught us that being anything other than a socially acceptable weight is wrong, but im begging y’all to please fight it and showcase it in your writing.

#not to mention the fact that rarely anyone includes actual fat characters #not just slightly chubby #but *fat* #like ppl who are fat can still be healthy #i’m just #tired #psa #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #𓆩♡𓆪 angel's thoughts 𓆩♡𓆪

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

⋆ Happy Halloween everybody! you know what that means... It's kinktober time! So, gather around my blog as I post daily updates of a new kink with your favorite characters!

Day 1: Daryl Dixon — Rough Sex

Day 2: Steve Rogers — Captain Kink

Day 3: Dean Winchester — Submission

Day 4: Castiel — Corruption

Day 5: Daryl Dixon — Hair Pulling

Day 6: Spencer Reid — Hand Kink

Day 7: Aaron Hotchner — Uniform Kink

Day 8: Emily Prentiss — Teasing

Day 9: Rick & Daryl — Threesome

Day 10: Spencer Reid — Size Kink

Day 11: Maggie Greene — Brat Taming

Day 12: Daryl Dixon — Shotgunning

Day 13: Michonne Hawthorne — Body Worship

Day 14: Bucky Barnes — Overstimulation

Day 15: Dean Winchester — Blood Play

Day 16: Sam Winchester — Throat Fucking

Day 17: Rick Grimes — Sir Kink

Day 18: Daryl Dixon — Sweat Kink

Day 19: Dean Winchester — Food Play

Day 20: Spencer Reid — Strangers

Day 21: Glenn Rhee — Handjob

Day 22: Bucky Barnes — Choking

Day 23: Dean Winchester — Somnophilia

Day 24: Priest!Sam Winchester — Blasphemy

Day 25: Micheal!Dean Winchester — Knife Kink

Day 26: Spencer Reid — Handcuffs

Day 27: Aaron Hotchner — Spanking

Day 28: Penelope Garcia — Aftercare

Day 29: Demon!Dean Winchester — Biting

Day 30: Natasha Romanoff — Femdom

Day 31: Thor Odinson — Dumbification

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[nana1000night]

Just imagine you're this man's babysitter

Warnings: smut, my period is visiting so blame her okay? Don't like don't read.

You've just lulled his daughter to sleep. Have your own time to wait until Steve back from his retirement party.

The door swing open and the super soldier show up, he smiled to you.

"Are you eat?" He shaakes his head

"Do you mind if I prepare something for you?"

His grins wider and nod

“That'd be my pleasure. Thank you doll.”

He leaves to the bathroom, takes a shower and checks his sweet little angel is sleeping sound.

And when he back to the kitchen, he sees you wear an apron and busy with cooking for him.

Steve's adam's apple moves up and down, his eyes follow the giggle and the sway of your ass and the pair of plump thighs.

“You wear skirt today.” He said.

“Huh? Oh yeah, just...want to try something new. Is that okay with wearing this to do my duty?”

“Wear anything you want, doll. I want to make you feel comfortable in here, with us.”

You send him a sweet, appreciate smile, and his cock twitch in his boxers.

Ohh, you would be the death of him.

“So... how's your party?” You sit across him, watching him enjoy your food. And you pour him a glass of orange juice.

“It's not that bad if I'm honest say. But some people just live for poking their nose to others's life. They kept asking for the reason why I adopt Sarah. And they just can't stop trying to set a trap and wantt to find who she truly is."

You frowned, Sarah is a sweet four-year-old little girl and you adore her just like how you adore Steve.

“They just don't know when to stop, huh? Always want to peek into other's privacy.”

Steve finish his last bite and lick his lips clean with his tongue. You blush when you noticed that action.

“Sarah may not be my biological daughter, but she's my family. And I would protect my little angel no matter what.” He look at you with his seductive azure blue eyes. And his whole body soften.

“Thank you for all you've done for us, doll. You help us a lot.”

You shake your head while you stands up to take his plate to the sink.

“It's not a big deal, Steve. I am gladly to support you and your little angel.”

You reminiscing those memories of you and Sarah with smile and proud.

"Taking care child is not hard but it's worthy. I love Sarah, she's a sweet little angel with no doubt."

You out the plate into the dryer and twitch on the machine. Then a pair of long hands around your waist, a broad, firm and warm chest against your back.

Steve's hot breathe winding down your earlobe, neck and your spine.

“Is this okay to you? Can I hug you for a while, doll?" His voice ring in your ears and cloud your mind, you found your hands put on his and nodded in silent. Your legs buckle and wobbly.

However, Roger's hell or heavenly tortures doesn't end. His right hand moves up to rest under your breast while his left hand presses your lower half and grind on it.

“S...Steve?” you squeaked

“I want to express my appreciation, doll. You give me another reason to go back from my missions and make me smile when I think about you.”

Steve started to kiss your shoulder, neck and your jaw. You couldn't hold back your whimpers.

“Please, give me a chance to thank you. To tell you how much glad and grateful for you stay here. Please, doll.”

You can't deny him, not when you had a crush on him, not when he ask you so desperately and needy. It's not the usual Steve Rogers would show to anyone.

“Okay...please wear condom...” your voice is weak, but he heard it clearly.

Steve grab your cheek, turn your face to him and give you a long and sloppy kiss.

“I promise you that you won't regret it, thank you for your trust, doll.”

He sinks down his knees and lifts up your skirt.

When he see your champagne color panty and the outline shape of your cunt, Steve growled before he presses his face against your cunt and inhales.

“oh fuck! This sweet pussy, so beautiful and it smells sweet. I can't believe I didn't have this for such long time.”

Your fingers claw the edge of the sink, you just bubbling his name as like prays.

Steve parts your legs, holds your back of thighs and start kissing your lower lips. He chuckles when your hips jolt and your thighs want to close instinctively.

“That's it! Trap my head between your legs, doll. This is where I belong too..agh...your pussy throbbing, doll. Do you like this when I lick your pussy?”

“Please, Steve...please...”

“Such a needy girl.” Steve moved his one hand to the waist band of your panty and thread it to pieces. Your gulped turn to moaning when Steve kiss your nerve bundles and use his tongue swirled it beforee he sucks.

You cry out and push your body to him, grind on his face.

“Oh yes...Steve please...so good...ahh...”

Steve keeps lapping your pussy like a greedy man. His tongue spear into you and strokes your walls lazily but enough to make you scream and boneless.

Thr warm spreading under your stomach and the ecstasy feeling of Steve's sinful mouth, his warm and large hands. The same ones saves the Eartha and cradles his daughter.

That thought makes you wetter.

You mewled when he pokes two fingers in and out with a steady pace.

“Is this okay, doll? Need to slow down?”

“No..keep going please.”

Steve licks a sloppy and long stripe through your swollen puffy lips and sucks your small bundle again.

Your body started shaking and you can't hold back your sobbing.

He sense your walls squeeze his fingers tighter and your heartbeats faster.

“Cum for me, doll. Let me drink the best liquid in this world.” You cover your hand over your mouth when you reach your climax. Your muffle scream mix with Steve's grunts

“Fuck, that's it. You did so good doll.”

He devours last drop from you and laps you clean before he release your hips and stands up. His beard is glisten by your juice.

Your body limps, your head rest against the cabinet and panting for your breath. You definitely fucked out. Steve's tongue click on his teeth. He bend down to pick you up in bridal style.

“Steve...?”

“No, not yet. Now it's my time to take care of my other angel.”

He lays you down on his queen size beds.

“ take all your clothes off and on your four, doll. I am just began.”

You follow his order and higher your ass up, you turn your headd back to catch the glimpse of his fitness body. His chest, his waist, his abs, his thighs and the beast rest between his legs...

Your mouth watering of the lustful scenes.

“Look at what you did to me, doll.” He kneels his one leg on the mattress so you can see his harden cock more clear.

The beautiful mushroom head is full with his pre-cum. The veins and the two heavy balls all rails your body up, you want to have them...

You clench your legs together and wiggle them slightly. That earns you a spank without hurt you.

“Present for me, doll. Let me know you want my cock and you're desperately need it.”

“Steve...please...want you...want you inside me.”

He hums while he rubs himself against your entrance after he wears the condom. Your walls and lips throbbing for devouring him inside.

“After tonight, you won't just be my babysitter. You'd be mine and I'd ruin this sweet pussy for other men.”

He slams into you when you're still thinking about his words. You both moans as the addictive feeling thrill down your spines.

“Yeah...oh god...you better believe that I won't let this pussy go and wet another dick. You're my sweet angel, you don't know i have to use all my brains to control myself to not pounce on you when I stay with you everytime.”

You mewling his name and he interlace your hands. He lower his head to kiss the back of your ears, your neck and your back.

“Who would know the sweet neighbor girl when I just came out of ice would became my babysitter of my daughter. And oh god her sunshine smile, her beautiful face and her attractive body, radian in warms and glow. She's a goddess and I wish I could worship her every single day.”

His pace increased and he growled when he stroke your walls and they embrace him with warmth and smooth.

“I wish I could let her see me as a man worthy to love, not just a friendly neighborhood or her both or a superhero. I want to be her man, Steve Rogers.”

His words affect your body and sour your heart.

“I...I have a crush on you, Steve. I've had that for several years ago.” you couldn't hide your secret anymore, and your brain is too fogged to stop yourouth spilled the all beans out.

“Yeah? You have a crush on me? That's why you volunteered to take care of Sarah? Answer me doll.”

You nodded eagerly and gulped when his tip brushes against your g-spot. Steve slows down his speed but angles his hips so he can hit the place in every thrusts.

“I thought maybe I could closer to you, and I adore Sarah after we met. She's literally an little angel herself...And sometimes...sometimes I would think about the future if we had a kid...”

Steve cursed under his breath

“Shit! You can't just say that, doll. Our children...oh fuck...” your eyes widen when you feel him bigger.

“A daughter more like you, or a son who can help me protect our sweet angels. Or both of them...ummm I can imagine the swelled belly that make you the hottest mommy in the world.”

Your walls clench hard when you heard the 'mommy' word and he thinks you'd be the hottest mommy who carries his seeds

“I knew you'd agree with me, doll. My perfect girl amd little mama of my futire kids...But I know you want to take things slow, honey. We can have some dates first. I'd have some ideas for finishing my 40s fantasy about dates with you. I hope tou would love this.”

He whispered in your ears, you arch your neck back and roll your head to the side and kiss his cheek

“As long as I am woth you, the date is the best one.”

He locks his eyes with yours and kisses you deeply. His hips moves violently and give you last hard thrusts before he release into your warm pussy.

At the same time, your second orgasm hit you again.

Steve clasps on your and kisses your back and neck messy.

“Let me get you clean and drink some waters.”

You nod and rest your head on his pillow, your body radiant in his secure and intoxicated scents. Your eyes became heavy...

Steve backs with a wet clothes, his old shirt and a glass of water.

He help you drinks the water and clean the mess between your legs.

Steve hugs you from behind and kisses your temple.

“I love you, doll.”

“I love you, Steve.”

Today's one of the best night you've ever had.

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[holylulusworld]

The assistant (1) - Lunch

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, OC Sandy

Warnings: angst, language, Steve is an ass or oblivious (we will see), low self-esteem, plussized/chubby reader

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“Lunchtime,“ Tony’s assistant coos as she enters the kitchen. You roll your eyes and you huff in frustration. After a rough morning, you found your homemade salad outside the fridge. Someone must’ve taken it out and now, it looks like it got under the bus. “The captain pays for the food. He ordered something for all of us.”

“I hope he got mine right,” walking into the kitchen Tony grumbles under his breath. “Coffee…where is the coffee.”

“Let me help you,” you get a mug out of the kitchen cabinet and pour Tony the freshly brewed coffee you put on when you entered the kitchen.

Tony thanks you and eagerly takes a sip, moaning at the taste. “That’s the best coffee I ever had. Who made it?”

“I made it after I tried to figure out what to eat as someone took my salad out of the fridge,” you bite your tongue. You didn’t want to bug an Avenger, one of the important people at the tower, with your problems.

“You made it?” you shrug. “Why? That’s not your job.”

“I figured people need coffee and no one else was in here to prepare the coffee so…I made it. It’s not a big deal. I was about to make me some tea either way.”

“You put the coffee up and don’t even drink coffee?” Tony wonders aloud as Steve Rogers, your boss steps inside the kitchen.

“Tony, I got your food. Sandy, I got yours too,” Steve’s deep voice makes you shudder as he tells everyone around he ordered their favorite food. Everyone but you.

“You are coming, Y/N?” at least Tony acknowledges your presence as the others leave the kitchen. “What did you order?”

“Nothing,” you try to keep your voice even. “I didn’t know we are ordering food. I brought my salad.”

You step outside the kitchen and waltz toward your office. “Wait, we can still get you some foo-“ Tony sighs as you open the door to your office and close it. “Why did no one think of Y/N?”

“She always brings food,” Sandy put on a saccharine smile. “She’s fine…”

“She has a name,” her boss bites back. It’s an open secret that Tony is not happy with his assistant. Sandy’s office, his files, and his papers are a mess, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

“What can I do for you, sweetie,” you chuckle as Jensen, your favorite barista, flashes you a smile. After the awful incident during your lunch break, you had to go to the café around the corner to get one of their infamous cupcakes to feel a little better. “You look a little sad today.”

“Work, ya know.”

“What happened?” you wonder why Jensen, a man you barely know, always seems to know something is wrong with you. “Sweetie, I won’t tell anyone, promised.”

“My boss,” you sigh deeply and shake your head. “I always work overtime, fulfilling his every whim. Today he ordered food for everyone for lynch to celebrate a successful mission. He even bought something for Mr. Stark’s assistant.”

“Y/N, don’t tell me that asshole forgot about you, the woman keeping his shitty life together,” chuckling you look up at Jensen. He seems to be the only guy not giving a shit that your boss is Captain America.

“I’m invisible to most people. It’s just, he forgot about his assistant and ordered food for her. I don’t know if I should be mad or sad about it.”

“You shouldn’t fix shit for him any longer outside your workplace. He’s not worth your time and the tears,” Jensen gently pats your hand. “Cupcake and tea are on me today, Y/N.”

“No-Jensen. It’s too much,” you try to stop him.

“You told me your secret,” he leans closer to whisper the next words. “I'll tell you mine. This is my café. I just work behind the counter to mess with people. Everyone but you.”

“You’re lying. This place is called Jake’ Losers café,” he grins but there is something in his eyes telling you he’s being serious. “Wait…”

“My name is Jake Jensen, sweetie,” your jaw drops. You talked for hours about cake, your boss, and anything in between with one of the richest people you ever heard of. “The name is an insider joke.”

“I see,” nodding thoughtfully you realize there is more to Jensen than you thought. “Well then, I’ll take the free food with pleasure.”

“My pleasure, Y/N…”

It’s a few days later that you hear Steve talk to someone outside your office.

“What do you want for lunch? Bucky and I wanted to order food for the meeting. It will take some time.”

You recognize Sandy’s voice and Tony's. Someone is saying your name, you think it’s Tony, but you are not sure. You press your ear to the door as you hear someone walk away.

When you hear Steve getting closer to your office, you rush toward your swivel chair and wait for him to enter your office.

You wait…and wait…and wait until you realize that he, once again, forgot about you.

It’s not a big deal. You’re a big girl and can get food on your own. But it hurts that he thinks of everyone but you.

“Mr. Stark,” you nod at Tony as you prepare your tea in the kitchen. “Coffee is over there.” You point at the coffee brewer.

“I’ve missed you during the meeting,” Tony hums as you focus on your tea, not the question he didn’t ask yet. “We all had lunch together.”

“Yeah, well…I didn’t get the memo,” he nods thoughtfully while you try to avoid talking about the elephant in the room. “I had a quick breakfast on my way here. I didn’t need lunch as I’m not very hungry..”

“You did more than have breakfast. I know that you bought sandwiches for the homeless at the park. They know you very well,” you cock your head to glance at Tony. “I like to keep a close eye on important employees, Y/N. I know that you are more than a pretty face…”

He leaves you stunned and gasping. You never thought Tony Stark, even knows your name…

“Sweetie,” again Jake greets you like you are old friends. For a guy who has known you for like two months, he’s pretty compassionate when it comes to greet you. He rounds the counter and pulls you in a hug. “What brings you here, pretty girl.”

“I wanted to have lunch,” you bite your lower lip, chewing on it. A nervous habit you never got rid of. “Everyone else had lunch together again so…”

“Wait! They forgot about you again?” whipping your head toward the stranger strolling toward you and Jake you frown deeply. “Jakie, don’t you want to introduce me to this cute cupcake?”

“Y/N, please excuse my pushy brother,” Jake sighs deeply as he must introduce you to his brother. “Lloyd is a little…”

“Let me introduce myself to her, Jensen,” Lloyd tuts. His blue eyes are the only thing reminding you of Jake. He’s bulkier and more self-confident than your friend. He runs his index finger and thumb over his mustache while roaming your body with his eyes.

“Name’s Lloyd Hansen, Cupcake,” he hums when you take his offered hand. “Jakie told me so much about you, sweetness.”

“Hi,” you squeak as he brings your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I’m Y/N.”

“I know,” he chuckles as you shy away. “Aw, you weren’t wrong, Jake. She’s a little shy but so sweet.” Lloyd purrs against your skin. “A sweet girl like you will get her food and tea for free from now on.”

“What? No, I can’t—” you splutter. Lloyd is a little too pushy and you easily get overwhelmed by his personality.  

“Cupcake, you can accept an offer from a friend,” he whispers in your ear as he presses your hand to his chest. “Jake and I had a long and fruitful conversation last week and decided on letting you eat here for free.”

“Lloyd, let her breathe,” Jake mutters behind his brother’s back. “I told you to not be pushy around Y/N.”

“Please don’t fight because of me,” you sniffle. “I’m not worth it. No one ever recognizes me, and I like it that way.”

“Sweetie, we didn’t fight.”

“Jake is right,” Lloyd wraps one arm around your shoulders. “We didn’t fight over you…yet…”

>> Part 2

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