#chubby!stephen

[carrottheluvmachine]

Have you ever wanted all of my ironstrange chub drabbles to be in one place?  Well now they are!!

They’re on AO3 in a fic of their own called The Weight of Us.

I feel accomplished now.

[tazertheagender]

Potential fic?

Imagine that when Stephen retires he gets really lazy and uses magic for everything. So he gets really chubby as a result but doesn't realize until someone points it out to him. He has a sudden realization and freaks out until Tony calms him down and says that he likes it. After that, he goes back to enjoying being lazy and happily eating food (probably gaining more). And Tony is even more in love with him than ever before.

[carrottheluvmachine]

stephen raiding the fridge and eating everything in it?

It’s probably after he’s been to another dimension.  He’s starving, having not eaten since he left home.  Now that he’s back, he’s unable to control his hunger.

Stephen winds up overdoing it just a little.  By just a little, I mean he ate nearly everything in sight.  He ate until he ached.  Until he forgot the horrors he saw in the other dimension.  Until the blood on his face dried and the ache in his heart dulled.

Tony found him hours later, asleep at the kitchen table.  He wakes him up and takes him to bed where he gives him a well deserved belly rub and cleans up the blood.

The next day Stephen opens up about the horrors he saw in the other dimension.  Tony simply holds him while he shakes and tries not to cry.

[carrottheluvmachine]

Hello, I just ate too much and now my belly hurts. Could you do a thing with a chubby!Stephen huting and whimpering and Tony coming to confort him ? (Gosh I need someone to rub my belly...)

(This really just sounds like you’re teasing me, anon.  Which is absolutely no fair >:C  But I’ll write for you.)

A soft whimper reached his ears as Tony approached the living room.  Upon the sofa lay Stephen, stretched out and clutching at his stomach, trying to stifle the noises he was making and absolutely failing at it.  Tony just grinned and came to sit beside the sorcerer.  “Eat too much?”

Stephen at least had the decency to blush as he nodded, keeping quiet but for a few more whimpers that left his lips.  “Mmn...”

Tony’s grin only widened as he reached out to place his hands on Stephen’s growing gut.  “I told you no to eat all of that leftover pasta.  But you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“Call me an idiot.  It would be more appropriate.” Stephen replied, sighing as Tony’s hands began to soothe in circles around his stomach.  They started at the crest, where it felt the most packed, and moved down along where his belly button resided.  Stephen let out pleasured moans and wriggled in place.

“That feel better?” Tony asked, trying to meet Stephen’s eyes which had fallen shut.  The only response he got was a positive little hum.  “You’re too cute, Steph.”

A smile stretched across Stephen’s lips and he leaned more fully against Tony, slowly drifting off to sleep thanks to the mechanic’s ministrations.  Tony just watched and waited until he was positive Stephen was out before he stood up and decided to go back to work.

[carrottheluvmachine]

Tony noticed that Stephen stopped eating and began to exercise more, but one day et hears him ceying in the bathroom. When he asks him what's wrong, Stephen reluctently tells him that he is just tarkishing Tony's image, after he heard people say things like : "How come a man so beautiful like Tony Stark is married to a whale like that Strange guy !" "I'm sure it's just pity! Have you seen him ? I'm sure there's no place for Stark to sleep in the bed !"

Tony had to admit that he was disappointed when Stephen started working out.  It meant the belly that he had worked so hard to grow would be disappearing soon.  And it was, little by little.

But something wasn’t quite right.  Stephen didn’t seem happy now that he was losing weight.  He didn’t seem happy now that he was on a strict diet.  He just...didn’t seem happy at all.

It was only when Tony heard the sounds of something crashing coming from the bathroom that he figured everything out.  Stephen had destroyed the scale and was angrily glaring down at it, tear tracks running down his cheeks, his hands shaking more furiously than they usually did.

“Steph?...” Tony asked, cautiously taking a step into the room.  “You know, if you don’t wanna lose weight all you had to do was...not lose it.”

Stephen turned around and quickly went to Tony, wrapping his arms around him, making himself as small as possible.  Tony was quick to rub at his back comfortingly, listening to Stephen as he explained the things he had heard people saying.

“That’s not like you, honey.” Tony said, forcing Stephen to look at him.  “My husband doesn’t care what people think of him.  Don’t you remember when this first started and that waiter tried suggesting you eat a salad and you told him to shove it?  You were my hero that day, just like you are every day, but especially that one.”

“I know.” Stephen sniffled, looking into Tony’s eyes.  “I know.  It’s just...hard sometimes.  I don’t mind when they’re taunting me, but when they say you deserve better...”

“Shh.” Tony brought their lips together in a soft and sweet kiss.  “I deserve you.  No one else.”

That was all Stephen needed to hear in order for his insecurities to melt away.  Tony kissed him again and he felt like himself again.  He felt Tony’s hands around his middle and smirked.  “This is going to end up with us in bed, isn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

And it did.

[carrottheluvmachine]

A chubby hc of mine : One day, after a date in which he really allowed himself to eat a lot in public, Stephen wakes up to Tony. Complimenting. Kissing. And. Massaging. His. Belly.

He would have passed out on the couch when they got home from the date, completely sated and feeling a little blissed out of his mind.  Stephen takes a short nap and only starts to stir when he feels a tickling sensation around his middle.  Turns out it’s Tony’s goatee.  He rucked up Stephen’s shirt and is busy kissing and massaging at his globe of a belly, nipping lightly at the flesh near his belly button.

He kept talking about how round Stephen had gotten and how he absolutely loves it.  He reminded Stephen of everything he ate which only makes the sorcerer moan.  He clutches his aching belly and watches as Tony kisses away all of the pain while telling him how absolutely stunning he is.

Stephen falls back asleep with a smile on his face and Tony attached to his belly.

[carrottheluvmachine]

Chubby!Stephen (or Tony, I'm down for both) at the beach ?

Tony is one of those people who isn’t ashamed of his body in the least.  He doesn’t mind the paparazzi hounding them either because all he had to do is threaten them with nanotech and they’re backing off.  Besides, he takes Stephen to his private beach on Long Island anyway.

It’s only because it’s private that Stephen gets up the courage to go shirtless.  They take turns putting suntan lotion on one another and play in the waves some, but what Stephen really enjoys is lying on a beach blanket and reading a book.  Most of his time is spent under an umbrella because he burns easily, but he enjoys watching Tony tan, his chubby belly up in the air and his sunglasses in place.  Stephen jokingly calls Tony his chubby little seal which earns some sand on his feet, but that’s okay.

They brought a cooler full of snacks, of course, and have fun feeding each other until sundown.  They even brought a spread for dinner and eat and watch the sun set.

Once it starts to get cold, they pack it in for the night and head up to the beach house to shower together and cuddle and watch movies.  Oh, and there’s more snacks as well, because Stephen is hungry again and craving something sweet.  Tony keeps an arm around him as they lounge on the couch, occasionally squeezing and playing with his tubby little belly.

[carrottheluvmachine]

The Power couple of New York is invited at a charity gala, but Stephen gained weight so his suits are now too tight. So Tony feels the urge to take him to a tailor, make him a beautiful suit. (They may or may not have made out in the car after the gala. Poor Happy, this man deserves a raise)

Tony insisted that it wasn’t that much weight.  Stephen only couldn’t close the jacket button by a few inches.  His pants wouldn’t button up because he had a big lunch, not because of the few pounds he had gained.  But Stephen knew when he was lying and soon enough they’re at the tailor.

Stephen is standing in his underwear, allowing himself to be measured, staring at the mirrors on all sides of him.  When had he gotten so fat?  He gained a decent amount of weight and there was no way his old suits were going to fit him.  Married life was treating him well, apparently.

Tony sat off to the side, watching him and sending him little winks every now and again.  Meanwhile, Stephen was nearly crawling out of his skin with anxiety.  He wanted to put his clothes back on and run out the door.  But his tailor was taking his time and Tony seemed to be enjoying the show, shifting awkwardly in his seat (Stephen knew what that meant).

By the time Stephen was told to get dressed again, Tony was on his feet “helping” him.  He kissed and nipped at ever inch of Stephen’s form that he could reach, hindering the dressing process.  Stephen had to try and fend him off so that he could successfully get dressed.  Tony only stopped once Stephen dragged him from the dressing room.

They paid the tailor and stepped out the door, where Happy waited for them curbside.  He opened up the car door for them--and Tony was on Stephen like a mosquito to exposed skin the moment Stephen was sitting down again.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” Tony growled as the door shut, eagerly pulling Stephen’s shirt back off.  “Did you even see yourself in there?  I think I’ve got a kink, Steph.  I can’t resist you like this.  So soft and round and healthy.”  He cupped Stephen’s belly in his hands, squeezing it and earning a squeak and a moan from the sorcerer.

“C-Can’t you wait until we’re back home?” Stephen breathed, feeling himself getting hard already.

His answer was a pinch to his doughy belly and a bite on the neck.