#chubby steve

[digital-nocturne]

Been stumped on what to draw so I went to ol reliable and doodled some cow!steve and kitty!loki

Uncensored on Ao3 and Blusky

I need to draw the farm au more, including Strange because I forgot he’s the farmer in this au.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Ooh!! Word has it Sebastian is gonna be a daddy, finally!

Now I can’t stop thinking of fat DILF versions of Steve and Bucky

I saw that! I'm so excited for him; it's unfortunate that it came out via a leak, rather than from the horse's mouth. I hope he and Annabelle are happy 🥺

You're so right, though 😩😩

Big, fat, heavy DILFs Steve and Bucky.

Of course, they're so exhausted from parenting that when the baby goes off to Uncle Sam's (Sam Wilson, of course, hehe) or Aunt Natasha's house for the weekend, or even just pops over to Wanda and Vision's for a playdate, the two of them veg out hard.

Picture this: two big, tall, and increasingly wide super soldiers going gray around the edges sprawled out on their sagging couch, taking up an enormous amount of space on the sofa, bodies barely held in by their wrinkled, stretched, stained shirts and sweatpants. They're just about sleeping, catatonic, asses parked in front of the TV, emptily staring at the flashing screen, shoveling mountains of greasy takeout and salty junk food into their mouths. Chasing all those stick-to-your-ribs, bloat-your-stomach-til-it-hurts calories with a six pack of heady beers. It doesn't register to either of them just how much they've eaten and drained down their gullets until they have to get up - to go and get the baby from the playdate, or the next morning, crick in their necks, stubble on their doubled jaws, fetching the baby from Aunt Nat's or Uncle Sam's.

When they do try to get up post-glut, oof, it becomes apparent. How much they've eaten as a unit, but also, each one himself.

Fuck.

It's pounds of food; nearly gallons of food.

It isn't an easy up - it's a heave. It's a slosh. A groan and a hand pressed at the small of their back, bowing under the pregnant-looking bulge attached to their front, stressing the belly of their unwashed shirt, huge under their increasingly pudgy moobs. Sweating. Cursing. Immense with food, needing to stockpile energy for chasing after the little one like a bear needs fat to hunker down through hibernation.

"C'mon, Daddy," Steve pants, half-heartedly patting Bucky on the knee as he stands in place, heavy, knees aching.

"If you say so, Daddy," Bucky groans, starting to get on up himself, gut in his way.

I'm talking real, fat dad bods 🤤😳

[bearwithegg]

And what if I said post fucked out chubby Steve on an armchair ??? What theN??? For my bby @keer-y ❤️🫶 Based on her lil fic of Chubby Steve, i miss him already 😔

[wotvagyok]

My thoughts are currently consumed by Trans Steve starting T and getting all kinds of thicc because of it.

At first noticing the changes, how he’s filling out in all the right places, the little stretch marks on his new belt, on his arms, his thick love handles. It’s all dense and doughy, he’s so sturdy now, so chonky.

And then a couple of years in, a few self discoveries later, sat between Bucky’s thighs, so stuffed and bloated and round, Bucky’s hand in his skin-tight and torn boxers, pressing into him, holding another bite to his lips.

Steve’s lax, pressed against his chest, head lying limp against Bucky’s shoulder. His brain his empty, eyes glazed, as he opens his mouth to keep eating.

“Good boy.” Bucky whispers to him as he bucks his hips in desperation. “Gettin’ so fat,” a hand slides down to the blushing swell of his stomach, sitting in his lap now, and rubs soothing circles across the taut skin. He reaches for another few fries and holds them to Steve’s mouth when he finishes chewing. Steve takes a gasping bite. “Such a good, greedy boy.”

[iwriteweightgainbullshit]

chubby steve harrington makes me go insane especially when it’s steddie

Hey anon!

You and me both.

Steve relaxing after Vecna and gaining a few pounds. Being all insecure at first and hiding from Eddie.

Eddie confronting him about this and telling him he likes it.

From there it all changes...

Eddie will feed Steve in bed while telling him how beautiful he is.

Steve becoming all chubby and cuddly, Eddie's perfect princess.

What do you think anon?

Thanks for leaving an ask btw <3

[mystrade-lecroft]

Okay I've been thinking a lot lately about a harringrove fic I read a while back and I need y'all's help to find it again.

Steve was singing in bars and smoking and drinking a lot so his voice got gravelly. And he gained a lot of weight and was self conscious about it and worried Billy might not want him anymore. And Billy was losing a lot of weight and they were afraid he had HIV but they found out he had diabetes. And they were very in love and Billy sold Steve's merch.

Yeah that's what I remember. Pls help.

[xgardensinspace]

HEY!

SOMEONE SIGN A PETITION OR SEND MONEY TO ONE OF MANY ORGANISATIONS AND MAKE ME DRAW CHUBBY STEVE! (Or chubby Billy ;D) What in the... :U

Thank you for your attention.

[trailerparkflower]

Omg you seriously need to explore billy controlling Steves food intake more but not to keep Steve skinny or anything just has to do with power and control

Steve was obviously stress eating.

Billy knew it, because he was doing it a lot in his childhood years, when mom just passed away, before he found what working out brings him as much pleasure. He got a lot of energy what he often didn’t knew where to put, buzzling under his skin.

He loved how fucking strong it made him. Handsome.

But Steve. He’s got that little plastic credit card, a gift from Daddy Dearest, mr Rich Asshole aka Harrington senior, who Billy meet only one time and already was fed up with his yuppie bullshit.

Mister Harrington liked him, tho. Said what Billy’s got the spirit and grip on himself and ect and ect. Said, he wished for a son like that, who was actually capable of continuing family business.

Right in front of Steve.

Billy fucking hated the prick. Steve didn’t cried or even flinched or anything-just rolled his eyes, but when they settled into the bed, finally alone, he clinged to Billy like a lost puppy, hiding his face in Billy’s neck.

So yeah, slowly this card turned into junk food affording card.

And its not like Billy was against him eating good, or something. He’s got a little tummy, and his already plump ass became even more plumpy, and his face now more round and soft-and honestly, Billy wasn’t minding at all.

That made it a bit harder to control himself, what already was a problem. Steve was too pretty and constantly made him horny as a dog. Especially when those preppy jeans became a little tight and hugged the curve of Steve ass like a second skin.

He looked so pretty and delishious, Billy wanted to punch him in the face.

Or kiss that pink lips.

Or fuck that fat little ass. Which he did fairy often.

But still, Billy was worried. Steve’s meals became more and more chaotic and unbalanced and it’s not like Billy was some fitness healthy lifestyle guru himself, but… He was a selfish man, and he wanted to keep Harrington as much healthy for himself as it was possible.

He was worried, and when he was worried, he got kinda controlling.

Well. Pretty controlling, if you ask Max.

But he loved it, he needed it, being in position of Power made him feel euphoric.  In his place.

Something in Steve, despite all his bitching and whining, and pouty “fuck you, Hargrove”, when Billy forced him to eat soup insted of half frozen pop tarts, made Billy sure what he needed it, too.

Maybe it was the way how lost he looked sometimes, unsure, with no anchor to keep him grounded, no direction to follow.

Even his never planting his feet poses was somehow symbolic.

Neglected child of absent parents. Maybe Steve needed someone to finally care and control. Someone to love him as much as he loves.

Billy was thinking, maybe they was meant to be. Like some sort of that romantic yin and yang hippy shit.

Steve bitched and whined, but then, there was these secret shy smiles, when Billy praised him, or content sighs when Billy figured and planned out stuff what was stressful for him. There was grateful, a bit lost, like if it was strange to him what Billy cares that much warm looks, and soft cheesy kisses.

It wasnt even just the power and control issue. It was a lot more-something intimate and warm and annoyingly sweet.

And maybe, Billy thought, that was love.