#chubby steve rogers

[arathejedi394]

i've presented you with fat bear bucky but have you ever considered pudgy twunk steve. as in post-serum steve who has love handles and squishy thighs/upper arms and a double chin. bc you should have done that already.

anyway, snippet from alternate ending to for him. where bucky fell off the train and steve got frozen like in canon pregnant then couldn't lose the baby weight. then bucky buys him a skimpy bikini.

Bucky comes into the bungalow with a shopping bag, looking far too pleased with himself.

“What did you do?” Steve asks warily.

Bucky thrusts the shopping bag towards him. “Open it.”

Steve considers him, suspicious, then takes the bag and looks inside.

There’s a bikini in it.

“Is this for you?” Steve asks dryly.

“No!” Bucky answers, looking offended. “It’s for you!”

“I’m not wearing a bikini,” Steve tells him. “Go take it back.”

Bucky pouts. “Please?”

“No!” Steve insists. “I would look awful! I’m way too fat for this!”

“Don’t make me spank you,” Bucky counters, wagging a finger. “You’re beautiful, fat and all.”

Steve scowls. “You’re just saying that.”

“Put it on for me?” Bucky asks, touching Steve’s arm. “Please? You don’t have to wear it out, I just wanna see you in it.”

Steve huffs. Then he gets up, making Bucky grin, and ducks into their bedroom to change. He feels ridiculous. The bikini is white with gold metals, the hips of the bottom and part of the halter top are gold chains, and a gold ring holds the triangle bust together. His stomach hangs out and so do his love handles. All of the cellulite padding his thighs and under his upper arms are visible. The top doesn't really fit his still heavily muscled tits, they sort of spill out of it. He reluctantly puts it on, then ducks back out.

“I look stupid,” Steve insists again.

Bucky’s slowly raising his eyebrows, his gaze lingering on the bikini top. Steve blushes and lifts a hand to cover his cleavage. Bucky's gaze seems to intensify. Steve uses both hands.

“Turn around,” Bucky says.

Steve, still blushing, turns around. He feels like his flabby ass is hanging out of the bikini bottom.

“Fuck,” Bucky groans quietly behind him.

Steve glances over his shoulder. “Quit undressing me with your eyes,” he fusses a bit weakly.

“Nah,” Bucky says, standing up. “I’mma leave it on you. Get back in there.”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. “Bucky, I’m fat,” he says. "I don't look even a bit sexy!"

“You look like walking porn financed by Satan himself,” Bucky responds at once. “Get that pretty, fat ass back in the bedroom, honey.”

Steve sticks his lip out a bit, wrinkling his nose. “Buck,” he whines.

“Do I gotta tell you a third time?” Bucky asks, raising his eyebrows. 

Well. No.

[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.

[chrisisvbun]

three soldiers. 40s!steve rogers & 40s!bucky barnes x chubby!fem reader x origins!logan howlett.

synopsis: steve, bucky and logan, three soldiers that were hanging out in a bar, lay eyes on a beautiful woman that seems to be their type, and instead of fighting for whoever will have you, they solve things like mature men they are: having a foursome.

cw: foursome, triple penetration (jeez gurl) sweet steve, rough bucky and logan, slight bi!logan, mentions of gay sex, anal, unprotected piv, crempie, oral (both m and f), dom!logan, dom!bucky, dom!steve (mentions of sub Steve tho), chubby reader, slight mention of insecurities, fluff, aftercare.

words: 4k (I'm sorry.)

a ten nsfw chapter series masterlist.

Bucky and Steve's drinks were already empty by the time Logan approached to hang out.

The three of them were soldiers, they shared experiences, people they met, women they slept with, and they found out they shared a taste: plump, chubby women. A girl with flesh to grab, grip, bite. Extra flesh was amazing for the three of them, anywhere in the female (or male) body: tummy, hips, thighs, arms, cheeks, breasts, ass, everything was welcome.

And it's just their luck that you walk in. A gorgeous plump woman, with chubby rolls, fat thighs, broad hips, soft skin, and gorgeous cheeks that made your under eyes wrinkle when you smiled.

As you walked in, the three of them follow your body with their eyes, and where they place their eyes betray them in what they are attracted too. Bucky's eyes were staring al your fat, big thighs, and how you squeeze them together. Steve, ashamed of himself for looking at you so bluntly, was looking straight at your breasts, the cut of your dress showing how big and soft they are. And Logan, Logan was enamored with that tummy of yours, those rolls that press and show in your fat body so beautifully, in such a precious way that had him drooling. He wanted it even fatter with his baby there, but that's just the animalistic instinct talking.

So they had a bit of a chat, trying to figure out which of them was going to approach, and finally, they decided that, why not the three of them? If you backed off, the one that had more chemistry with you could try by himself.

"Hi there." Bucky smirked at you, leaning against the counter with Steve by his side and Logan from behind.

"Add what she has to my tab." Logan said, his eyes still looking down at you while he passed his card to the bartender.

"Are you all by yourself here?" Bucky said again.

"Uhm, yeah..." You said, shyly, which made the three men smirk.

"Lookin' too cute to be by yourself." Logan said from behind you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed, you eyes glancing at the three men.

"Guys, we are intimidating her." Steve spoke up, and offered you his hand. You grabbed it shyly, and he kissed your knuckles. "I'm Steve Rogers."

"Bucky Barnes." Bucky gave a tiny bow, removing his hat.

"And that's Logan." Steve nodded at the mentioned, who was still enamored with your figure and your hair.

"Hi." He smiled at you, and his grin widened when you smiled back.

"So, doll, you sure you are alone here? No other men?" Bucky asked, crossing his arms.

You smiled. "Just the three of you."

"Three is a lot, isn't it?" Steve said, smirking at you while his eyes moved all over your body.

"it's not that big a number." You said, starting to get the situation.

"Really? Think you can take three?" Logan's voice was almost in your ear, his hand moved to your broad waist, squeezing it and making you gasp.

"M-maybe... I-" You swallowed, your eyes moving between the three of them. "I won't know until I try."

(...)

Logan said that his apartment was a good place, and it definetly was, he said he had the biggest bed, and the biggest mirror that covered the wall next to the bed.

And during the car ride, Logan was driving with Steve next to him, and Bucky already worked up, all over you. His hands gripped your thighs, kissing your cheek, your neck, your chest, while mumbling sweet praises. "So pretty, so soft..."

You gasped when he sat you on his lap, his hands gripping your ass like his hands where made to be there, and making out with you. His tongue was about to get all hungry inside of your mouth, until he had a taste of your sweet lips, automatically melting on your kiss. Your hands grabbed fists of his brunette hair, Bucky's hands moving under your dress to squeeze the flesh of you backside.

"Love birds." Logan called, you removed your lips from his, your lipstick over Bucky's lips and surroundings, and of course, all over your too. "We are here."

Before you could climb off his lap, Bucky lifted you easily in his broad arm, and like that, he removed all the insecurities you had about your weight, because he closed the door with one arm, while the other was under your thighs.

"Comfortable?" Steve smiled sweetly to you, and almost like he could read your mind, he kissed your sweetly while being held by Bucky. "You are beautiful, my God." He smiled between kisses, and allowing himself to move a hand to one of your big breasts. He moaned and pulled away. "Logan, be quick."

"Relax, pretty boys." Logan opened his apartment door, pushing it open to let the three of you in. "Uh-uh-uh." He stopped Bucky. "My turn."

Bucky rolled his eyes and let you stand on the floor. Before you could miss the touch of Steve and Bucky, Logan's hands were all over you from behind, gripping your waist, your breasts, your thighs, your stomach, while grunting on your ear.

"You are not that innocent, aren'tcha?" He said and kissed the shell of your ear, both of you watching Steve and Bucky removed his jackets and belts. "Takin' three men, three soldiers, you are charming, you are beautiful, this isn't your first rodeo, isn't it?"

You giggled a bit, caressing his big arms. "It isn't, but I never had three." You said, blushing. Logan chuckled, kissing your cheek.

"So sweet, I want to binge on you." He groaned and he began to trail open-mouth kisses over your neck, holding your hair behind. "Boys, let's get the princess ready."

(...)

Logan wasn't lying when he described his bedroom, he was totally right.

You were making out with Steve, he laying between your legs and holding your back to have stability. Bucky was already shirtless, Logan was watching Steve and you making out, on his white tank top and smoking a cigar.

"Steve, let the girl breath." Logan puffed out the smoke.

"Yeah, we are supposed to share." Bucky teased, lying between where Logan was sitting and where you were lying with Steve.

Bucky's hand cupped the back of your neck to kiss you, your hand went to his chest while Steve began to kiss your neck.

The differences between the best friends were clear. Steve was sweet and gentle, his bites and kisses were like cuddles in your skin, while Bucky was rough and desperate, his teeth sank on you lips and neck, trying to make you bleed, everything under Logan's gaze.

Steve's sweet hands pulled off the sleeves of your dress, kissing your shoulders and all the new skin exposed. Bucky hooked a finger on Steve's shirt.

"Take this off, man." He said as he pulled him away from your skin to be the one kissing it.

Steve rolled his eyes and removed his shirt. "You are not joining, Logan?" Steve said.

Logan checked him out a second and smirked. "I'm good watching you three for now, pretty boy, don't worry 'bout me." He winked at him, taking another drag of his cigar.

Steve chuckled, a slight blush on his cheeks. He moved to you again, pulling your dress down to leave you in your white bra and lacy blue underwear.

"Wanna get down?" Now, Steve had pulled Bucky's hair, and consequently, Bucky was removed from your skin.

His bright blue eyes moved to you, looking for your agreement. When you nodded eagerly, he smirked, and quickly began to pull down your panties and get between your legs.

You looked down at him, breathing heavily as he began to lick your slit, his warm tongue on your most sensitive part. You moaned, and your hand moved to press him more against you, a sign that allowed him to begin devouring your cunt.

Your whimpers were silenced but a pair of lips, that tasted like smoke and mint. You quickly recognize Logan's cologne, your hand moved to his hair too, kissing him hungrily while moaning against his lips.

Steve, of course, didn't want to be the four-wheel, so he unhooked your bra. His eyes brightened at the sight of your big breasts, and he started to kiss them both, squeezing them in his broad palms. He moaned against your flesh like he had never seen a pair of tits in his life.

You were overstimulated by this point. If you had to choose, Logan was the best kisser: sweet and rough at the same time, he had that cocky smirk that slipped between kisses every time you moaned. Bucky ate your cunt like it was his favorite meal: messy and hungry, his tongue lapped in your clit and when you started to get used to that, we would fuck you with his tongue, his warm muscle in and out of your tight entrance. And Steve, that sweet mother fucker was worshiping your body like you were a goddess, his hands gripped your flesh, not wanting to let you go ever. And even with his sweet nature, he covered your tits with hickeys and bite marks, he sucked your nipples and pinched them violently.

Bucky's tongue was having his wet dream coming true. A wet, fat cunt like yours, with such a sweet taste, such a responsive body with it. His head was squeezed against your thighs just like he wanted, like he had dreamt the second he layed eyes on you.

"Gonna take turns or is your friend gonna eat her out until we get tired?" Logan asked, obviously rhetorically.

"From my point of view, he looks like he is more into the second one." Steve said, his breathing ragged as he looked down at Bucky, his head squeezed in your big thighs. That mother fucker was having his fantasy coming true.

Logan rolled his eyes but his harsh look softened when he found your face: a pleasure pout, puffy red face, lips parted, heavy breath, and your little whimpers.

"Looks like Bucky is getting the first orgasm of the night." Logan teased.

"Fi-first?" You asked, whiny.

"What? You thought you would have only one orgasm with three men?" Logan raised his eyebrows in a chuckle. "Darlin', you are gonna walk out of here dry, if you can walk once we are done with you."

"What Logan means is that we have a lot of stamina on us, we are gonna take great care of you." Steve said, as he kissed your shoulder gently.

You squeaked when you felt the intrusion of Bucky's fingers inside of you, he smirked up at you as he rubbed your clit with his rough thumb, his face glistering with your slick. "C'mon, doll, lemme have the first." He said while kissing your thigh.

The knot in your tummy snapped in the second he pressed the tip of his fingers in your spongy spot, wetting the blankets under you and Bucky's hand.

"That's it, veery good." Logan soothed you, caressing your hair as you came out of your high.

Bucky removed your legs from his shoulders. "I'll take the ass"

"I'll take the front." Steve said quickly.

Logan rolled his eyes, making you giggle. He sighed dramatically. "Guess I'll have your pretty mouth then." He amirked, you giggled a bit again and he pressed a sweet kiss on your lips.

Steve removed his pants and boxers, sitting against the headboard, and helping you sit on top of him, kissing you sweetly.

"I'll be gentle, 'Kay?" He said with those sweet eyes in yours. You smiled and nodded, kissing you again.

He slowly began to sink you on his long cock, until his balls were pressed against your ass. You squeezed his shoulders, as he kissed your face to soothe you. You heard Bucky chuckle.

"If she is having problems with him, imagine what's gonna do with you." He said to Logan.

"W-what?" You said, looking at them from behind your shoulder.

"Logan is... pretty big, yeah." Bucky chuckled.

"And... and Steve is not?" You tried to understand.

"Oh, no, it's just... I'm definitely not bigger than him." He also chuckled. You almost looked scared. "You are gonna do perfect, sugar." Steve kissed your face again, as he began to rock upwards to you, slow and gentle.

All your worries dissappear once his cock began to kiss your sweet spots, briefly as he rocked against you, grunting under his breath.

"So tight, Jesus..." He threw his head back a second, but instantly moved back to kiss you, this time hungrier and deeper.

His hands grabbed your ass to move you up and down on his length, the clapping sound of his skin against yours filling the whole room.

Riding Steve was like a dream, you felt so loved and treasured, and surely you weren't expecting that in this kind of situation. His eyes looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, his hands grabbed you like you were delicate, made of porcelain. He kissed you like you were the woman of his life.

You heard the sound of fabric being removed and turned your head to see Bucky finally removing his pants. And while Steve kissed your neck as you rode him, you gasped at the sight of Bucky's cock. It had the same length as Steve's, which was already long, but it was way fatter, enough to make you doubt if it would fit in your virgin ass.

He spread the lube over his shalft, pumping it a few times before he got behind you.

"Don't you dare to stop." He smacked your ass, kissing the nape of your neck. "Gonna get you ready, and you are gonna keep riding him like a good girl, alright?" You nodded with whiny little sounds. "Very good." He smiled, peppering kisses on your neck as his big finger covered in lube began to sink in your back entrance.

You squealed at the intrusion, but you didn't stop riding Steve. The blonde kissed you, trying to soothe you from the possible pain, but there was not such thing, only raw pleasure.

After you got used to one, Bucky sank another, moving it in a scissors way to stretch you out. He whispered soft praises in your ear, telling you how well you were taking him, how tight and warm you were.

"I need you to relax, doll." He said in your ear, slowly removing his fingers. "Can you take a deep breath for me?" You nodded, inhaling, retaining, and by the second you exhaled, Bucky was already sinking his tip in.

"Oh god!" You moaned, hugging Steve's neck.

Now, you had both friends rocking against you, filling you up, getting you cockdumb with a few thrusts. Steve was hitting your cervix beautifully, while Bucky was using your tight ass, gripping your hips to rock against you harshly.

"Having a good time without me I see." Logan teased, finishing his cigar.

You looked at him, tears filling your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure that you were feeling. He removed his belt and then his tank top. You were drooling, literally, against Steve's neck, between moans, at the sight of his enormous body, that you didn't notice when he pulled off his pants, showing that Bucky and Steve where right.

He was longer than Steve, fatter than Bucky, it had a long, thick vein that started in his happy trail and finished in his tip. You were thanking and blaming God that you didn't have him in your ass or your cunt, because he was definitely gonna rip you open.

He stood in front of you, pressing his tip on your parted lips. You kissed it messily, his tip already covered in your saliva, trying to fit it in your mouth slowly due to the movements of your body. You stayed still, letting Steve jackhammer you while Bucky fucked you from behind, and slowly slid his cock in your mouth, fitting half of it.

"Can't take it?" He mocked you. "Guess I'll have to take your cunt once blondie finishes."

He grunted when your tongue moved around his thickness, pulling your hair to keep your head still, until you began to move it back and forth, gagging as you tried to take more of him

"Fuck sake..." Logan grunted loudly.

"L-language." Steve said between groans.

"Shut up or I'll use your ass as my sex toy." He threatened and laughed when noticed by your reaction that his cock throbbed inside of you at the idea.

Steve rocked against you harder, Bucky hugged your body from behind, both of them trying to get you over the edge.

Your eyes widened when both men hit your spot almost at the same time, making you clench around them as your orgasm snapped, coming all over Steve's cock and dripping into the blankets again.

Weakly, you kept sucking Logan off, your tongue lining that thick vein and giving the tip some kitten licks that made him smile between groans.

A couple of thrusts inside of you and Steve came inside of you, his thick release painting your cunt. Your legs shivered at the warm feeling, and you had to remove Logan's cock from your mouth to take a breath. But his hand moved you to make out with his cock again, showing that he wasn't done with you

Bucky's thrusts began to get irregular and messy, his pace already ruined, and with a shaky moan, he pressed head in your shoulder and his hips against your ass, which was dripping his cum in that very second.

"S-sorry..." He apologized, already sensitive, but the shaky laugh that came out after that showed that he wasn't sorry at all. "I cum a lot." He chuckled, staying inside as you kept sucking off Logan.

You were already exhausted, burnt out, and Logan could see that. He removed your head with a little pop and kissed your cheek.

"Take a breath." He mumbled. "And you two, get off. Gonna show you how it's done." He teased, although there was some truth behind his words.

Bucky removed first, you hissed a bit as clinged to Logan, who helped you lift your hips in order to Steve to roll off. He lied you on the bed, getting between your legs and putting them on his shoulders. He kissed your ankle gently as he slid in.

You moaned weakly, mumbling something like you couldn't take it anymore.

"You sure? Because she seems to be sucking me in." He teased, slowly rocking his hips against you, Steve's cum still dripping from there.

In a second, he gripped your legs and began to fuck himself inside of you, mocking your expressions as you got overwhelmed once again with how he filled you up. You loved riding Steve, it was magical, but missionary with Logan? He hit the right spots with every movement, definetly a winner.

He suddenly stopped, looking behind him to find both young boys with their hands on their cocks, two pairs of eyes on how your tits and rolls bounced.

"You know, boys." He started. "I think there is enough room."

Your eyes darted between Logan and the two friends, slowly understanding the situation. Logan smirked when you clenched around him at the idea. "And someone here seems to like the idea."

You looked at the three men now in front of you, broad and masculine. Steve pressed your left knee in your chest while Bucky did the same with your right one, your abused hole with Logan's dick still inside now in sight.

Slowly, Bucky slid in, you whimpered at the stretch, but still taking it, breathing in and out.

"You look like you are giving birth." Bucky teased, Logan grunted.

"Don't give me ideas."

Steve gently slid half of his length in, with each inch, your moans got louder and louder, you could have come in that second.

Three cocks inside was a lot, too much, of course, but you were taking it so good that it seemed like you did this every single time.

"Such a dirty whore, taking three cocks like a champ." Logan teased, starting to slowly fuck himself inside of you.

Steve did the same, although much slower and gentle. Bucky snapped his hips against you in a quicker pace, watching how his cock disappeared inside of you.

It didn't take long for you to feel that knot in your tummy undoing itself, each thrust a little pull that threatened to snap it.

"I-I..." You babbled, just noticing you were drooling over your chin. "Cum... p-please..." You managed to pronounce.

"Cum, huh?" Bucky smirked, grunting as he kept thrusting.

"Well aren't you pretty?" Logan teased. "She is taking us so well, maybe you deserve to cum." His broad hand moved to knead your breast.

"She does, of course she does." Steve moaned low, and his rough thumb moved to your abused cunt, finding your clit and flicking it in his pad.

"Oh god!" You sobbed, gripping Logan's forearm and the bedsheets.

You threw your head back and simply allowed yourself to let it go. The room was filled with the clapping sound of skins snapping against each other, grunts, groans, growls and moans, whiny airy sounds that sometimes appeared from the men's lips.

Finally, the knot snapped undone and you came, you came a lot, there was a big stain in the bedsheets that was your art piece, and your entrance was dripping a thicker fluid that covered their cocks that, after a few thrusts, began to come, one by one.

Your core and thighs were a mess of slicks, and you, you were a shivering disaster at this point, shaking with overstimulation, your pupils dilated like you were on drugs.

Bucky was the first to cradle you in his arms, holding you against his chest while cuddling your sides.

"Get her clean, I'll change the sheets so we can rest." Logan said once he caught his breath.

Bucky lifted you easily, rocking you as he moved to the bathroom with Steve. The blond caressed your hair and kissed your face while Bucky cleaned you gently, his hands moving over your body with nothing other than affection and care. Once cleaned and dry, Logan put you on some boxers of his and one of his flannels.

"Ready to sleep, beautiful?" He asked, caressing your hair. You smiled lovingly and nodded, making him smile too and he leaned to kiss your nose.

"Here, doll." Bucky handed you a cup of tea. "That throat must hurt." He kissed the top of your head.

"You made me tea?" You asked surprised, your eyes shining at him.

"Of course I did, doll, why so surprised?" He lied in the right side of the bed, with you sitting between Logan's leg and resting your back and head on his chest, his arms around you.

"I didn't expect this, that's all." You said shyly, drinking from your beverage.

"Well, that's the bare minimum, you were so kind letting us do this with you, and you took it great." Steve said softly, kissing your forehead and laying on the other side.

"You three do this often?" You asked curiously.

"Never the three of us, Steve and I have done threesomes, but never with the old machine." Bucky elbowed Logan, who rolled his eyes.

"And it was a great experience, darlin', I must admit." Logan nuzzled against your hair, the two soldiers nodded along.

"Well, I wouldn't mind repeating it other time." You fidgeted with the cup.

"Is that so?" Steve pressed his face in your shoulder, smiling sweetly at you.

Bucky's hand move to caress your thigh. "I wouldn't mind either." He kissed your arm gently.

"Well, everyone seems happy in this situation." Logan sighed. "Guess we will have to share you, because if we do this everytime, we are gonna end up breaking you."

"I'll take the first." Steve said quickly.

"I'll take the second!" Bucky followed alone.

"Don't you think she gets the right to choose, you idiots?" Logan huffed, and you giggled.

"I'll take Logan first." You answered.

"Oh, come on!" Bucky pretended a complain.

"He earned it!" You giggled.

"Yeah, I got the apartment." Logan added along. "And I'm the eldest."

"How old are you?" You asked innocently. The three men got silent.

"You don't wanna know yet, darlin'."

[holylulusworld]

The Captain and his bombshell (1)

Summary: Golden Boy in the streets – the devil in the sheets.

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Post Endgame) x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, fat shaming, bullying, cocky reader, self-confident reader, reader has powers, implied kinky/rough Steve

A/N: A drabble collection of cocky reader & kinky Steve.

The Captain and his bombshell masterlist

A thick skin. That’s your superpower.

That’s your way to ricochet bitchy comments and nasty looks.

You’re a master at ignoring the kind of people wanting to make themselves feel better by treating others like trash.

Not only that. It gave you the power to be a cocky bitch.

Just like now. Some of the women at a bar believe that only because one of them fucked Steve Rogers, one of your team members some weeks ago, they can get bitchy.

“She was staring at him when he walked around shirtless,” the woman spats, looking in your direction. “As if Captain America would ever be interested in that hippo. I don’t even know why she’s one of the Avengers. What’s her superpower? Being fat.”

She’s not wrong, though. After Steve was done with his disappointing encounter with her, he was walking into the kitchen in only his boxer briefs.

You were about to feed the stray Bucky brought home some weeks back when Steve caught your attention.

Your eyes roamed his body, and you decided to save the memory for lonely nights.

Steve never tried to make a move on you. He’s usually shy around you. Maybe the woman is right. Steve would never try to put his hands on you. You’re just not his type.

“It was a case of second-hand embarrassment,” she continues. “I was looking for Stevie and saw her stare at him as if he’s the next cake she wants to wolf down.”

You have heard enough. Usually, your skin is thick enough to ignore nasty comments or stupid babbling coming from women like her. Tonight is different. You’re in the mood to be a bitch.

Slowly stalking toward their table, your head held high and a dark smirk on your crimson lips, you prepare yourself to wipe that grin off her face.

“Well, sweetie,” you coo, and put on your best fake smile, “at least I wouldn’t whine and cry the whole time he’s fucking me because I can’t take it. You see,” you slap your butt with your right hand. “This booty is made for rough treatment.”

“I—what?” She stammers, eyes wide, and her cheeks are on fire. “What are you talking about?”

The other women stare at her, mouth agape. They wait for her reply, but it never comes. Typically. They can only throw punches, but not take a single blow.

“I don’t need super-hearing to know that you didn’t enjoy yourself. I know, I know.” You laugh in her face. “Everyone believes Stevie is all sweet and cuddly. But a super-soldier needs to release some steam sometimes. He likes it rough, just like me. You shouldn't play with fire if you can’t take the heat.”

You turn on your heels and walk off, smiling to yourself as you can hear the women soothe their friend.

Steve is following you around town. After you knocked the woman he slept with some weeks ago down a peg or two, he couldn’t think straight.

You heard him have sex with that squeaky mouse and wished it was you. Why, he has no clue. All the time he knew you, Steve believed you, the bombshell straight out of his wet dreams, could never be into him.

Now he’s confused and horny—unsure about his next step.

Steve only knows one thing. He cannot stay away from you for much longer…

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[stuckyslut8]

I'm so very tamed now .part 2

Part 1. Masterlist.

A/N : don't know what took me so long to make a part 2 ( just life I guess)but her you go lovelies, sorry for the delay.

Pairing: mafia stucky x spy reader.(poly)

Summary: Bucky finally gets the information our of you, but you both manage piss steve off even more, so you have to deal with the consequences .

Warnning :poly stucky dom steve, bratty Bucky, sub reader , self proclaimed brat tamer Bucky,edging, spanking, angy steve 😡, a few tears. No beta reader. 18+ under the cut. Minors dni.

Bucky has you all spread out on his bed, hands cuffed to the bed, completely naked , completely at his mercy.

"are you gonna do something barnes or are you just gonna stare at me all day " you ask him mockingly.

"oh you'll see sweets." He says with a wicked grin, as he pulls out your favourite vibrator and before he pushes it into you , turning it up to the highest setting.

"ughh Bucky." You moan not being able to control your pleasure.

"see pretty girl, I don't have much time , steve is already annoyed so you better tell me everything." He asks as he tries not to palm himself at the sight of your but he couldn't resist he takee out his already hard cock and starts jerking off in front of you, adding to your pleasure.

"or -ughh - or what barnes?" You manage to say in between moans.

"or I'm gonna keep making ya cum until you can't." Your eyes widen at that.

"you see last time I edged ya ,it didn't turn out well so now I'm gonna make try something different." You came instantly as he said that.

"see that's my good girlz we'll see how long you can keep going before giving in." He said as hmm.

Five orgasms later , you still wouldn't budge.

"see I'm almost getting bored ,just spit it out already, the vibrator's battery is gonna die"

"that's all you got?" You challenged him

"fine , I'll do this my way." Bucky said as he pulled the vibrator away from you, looking at your wet pussy.

"see my poor pussy can't take it , she's exhausted.." he cooed as he collected some of your cum with his fingers and sucked them.

"don't tell me what I can take barnes."

"if you insist sweets." Bucky suddenly fills you up with his cock and starts pounding into you, lifting your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. You both moan, and grunt.

"now you better tell me sweets , who do you work for?" He asks as he fucks you into oblivion.

"ughh Bucky ... I'm gonna ." You said as you reached your high.

"me too angel, me too, now why don't you tell me ,so we can both come together ." You were about to give in Bucky knew, you just needed a little push.

"you know steve is gonna be very mad at me, if I don't get the information Outta you after all this trouble...so please tell me sweets,I swear I'll stay right by you whatever it is."

"fine fine...i ughh work for stark, stark sent me " you finally spit out the truth.

Just then steve came barging in the door, " steve i found the information, she works for..." Bucky was about to say .

"stark i know" steve finished his sentence" i just met him. " Not impressed by Bucky.

"well I just got the information Outta her, see i told you my tactics never fail." Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky's answers, although he was certainly aroused by the scene in front of him,you begging Bucky to let you cum.

"well of course I'll let you cum sweets, daddy is having a conversation right now wait a minute" the brunette man told you.

"stop being such a whore buck" steve yelled at him.

"you know you damn well love it steve, infact i know you're enjoying our doll begging to cum right now" while you were still whimpering begging Bucky to cum.

Steve was definitely aroused by the sight in front of him but tried to keep his composure.

"shut up Bucky, she's being a brat and you're only defending her." Steve said.

"she is brat and I'm not defending her , I'm punishing her can't you see?" Bucky asks

"damn well you are, look at her not one ounce of regret in her face,you're not making her relaise anything,you're just giving in to her bratiness."

"daddy please lemme cum" you beg him with doe eyes, Bucky is still in you , you try to fuck yourself on him, lifting your hips. "Just a minute sweets" Bucky says.

"no get off of her" steve says angrily.

"what the hell steve" but steve pushes Bucky aside before he could finish his sentence.

"I'm gonna show her what real punishment is and make her realise what she has really done to us, how much she's hurt us, so stop coddling her and move buck" steve says as he takes off his clothes.

"stevie.." i whimper as Bucky's thick cock is removed from your heat.

"shh shut up you brat ,you only call me sir from now, understood?" Steve said giving a hard spank to your dripping pussy making me moan.

"yes sir" steve flips you onto your stomach, you were waiting nervously as to what he was gonna do.

"now I'm gonna spank you properly you brat and you're gonna take it like a good slut and thank me alright " he says

"yes sir." All while Bucky watched the scene unfold in front of him, he knew you were in big trouble now but he enjoyed it at the same time.

"good girl do what daddy steve says " Bucky said .

Steve gave his first spank it was real, unlike the playful ones Bucky gave you, it stung almost leaving an impression.

"thank you sir." I say. *He spanks again.

"thank you sir"

*spank

*th thank you sir."

After 10 spanks , Steve stops leaving your bottom so red and your pussy dripping.

"you did so good doll taking your punishment like a good girl" Bucky said patting your head.

"thanks daddy" you manage to whimper.

"your punishment is not over yet brat." Steve says with a stern look.

"but.."

"no buts get on your knees .."

You do as he says, steve roughly grabs your hips and thrusts his hard cock in you, making you moan. "Ahh daddy.." steve pulled out immediately,and spanked you again." What do I tell you to calle me you brat.."

"sir?"

"yes and you'll only call me sir from now, no stevie, no daddy understood?" He said slapping my ass again.

"yes sir"

Bucky thought he was being a little too harsh on you. "Oh come on steve she just called you daddy she -" Bucky started to reason .

"you shut up punk or youre gonna be punished next." Steve said and went to sinking his cock back into your dripping cunt in one swift motion.

"ohh yess sir please-" you moaned

"please what you little slut?" Steve asked pounding into you ,making the bed shake, Bucky was happily jerking off to it at this point, knowing trying to defend you was pointless and that would only get you into more trouble, plus he knew steve would never hurt you,no matter how mad he was , he was only doing this because he was deeply hurt by your betrayal.

"please sir, fuck me, please don't stop." You pleaded .

"and why would I listen to you?" The blonde said.

"because...because..."

"because what ?" He said slamming his hips into you.

"because I love you and ...Bucky i uh-" tears we're streaming down your face at this point, both from the pleasure and the guilt of the whole situation,you knew you hurt steve and pushed him to this point.

Steve laughed mockingly. "Really you love- you love us? Don't lie you little slut" steve was about to cum but he contained himself not giving you the satisfaction.

"I'm not lying...i really, really love you both. I'm sorry about everything." A million things were going on Steve's mind.

Just then Steve's phone rang, he picked it up from the night stand while still in you.

"hmm alright I'll be there-" he spoke into the phone. He pulled out of you, leaving you whimpering.

"what happened baby?" Bucky asked , knowing something was wrong.

"nothing it's uh- take her to the safehouse right now, I'll go take care of some things."

Bucky knew better than to argue with steve at times like these so he only nodded.

Steve left the room, Bucky gently cleaned you up, while you were still getting out of the haze. "Pack your things baby." He said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"what's going on?" You finally decide to ask

"stevie's orders ,don't ask any questions for a while." He said .

And you complied, going on to pack some of your stuff ,but you had a pretty good idea of what's going on, you took your pistol from the hidden cabinet in your bathroom just in case .

[letsyapthenightaway]

I miss when the Avengers hung out, Thor ate Poptarts, Loki moved in, Natasha did Ballet, Clint was in the vents, Steve couldn't cook and was drawing, Bucky and Sam were bickering, Tony and Bruce were in the lab, Wanda cooking, going to school with Peter.

…it was never real but I miss it.

[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.

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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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[dimlylittorch]

Heyyyy so i thought I’d offer a lil sneaky peak into the three drafts I have closest to being done !!

My Bucky x reader will be posted first since it won the poll:

Second up will (probably) be my Silco x reader:

And last but DEF not least, my Steve x reader:

Beyond that, a few I have in the works are a Logan x reader, Din Djarin x reader and a Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader :D

[arathejedi394]

in honor of my fatphobic anon i'm starting fat bear week in February pls enjoy this snippet from my plotless steve and bucky go to bdsm summer camp fic - Not Safe For Reading Around Your Grandma. also Fury always has a pocketful of colorful butterfly barrettes as a general rule.

The Avengers all talk over each other during the meal, spill food, more than one bottom gets thrown over the table or someone’s knee for a swat or two. As they disperse, the Subs on KP start putting away lunch under Sam’s directions. 

“Cleanup on aisle eleven, nesty slick spill!” Scott calls as the chairs around Bucky and Steve are pulled back and the glistening grass beneath them is discovered.

Steve’s combing his hair with a fork while everybody else laughs. Bucky takes the fork away and puts it down, then stands up with him in a cradle. Bucky carries him back to the inflatable couch and its seating area and puts him down in his kiddie pool puddle of pussy juice, where he giggles and splashes it.

“Hey, don’t waste that,” Bucky scolds. “Now, stay.” 

Steve instead squeals as he tries to climb out, so Bucky swats gently him on the head. 

“Stay! Nobody’s gonna be here to watch you!”

“I’ll babysit,” Fury offers, taking a seat with a cigar and a whiskey. “C’mon over to Gramps, kiddo.”

Steve squeals again, then clambers out of the pool and crawls over to Fury, trilling. He curls up by his knee to receive pets to his long, pink-highlighted tresses and fluffy curtain bangs, now dry from the hot tub, petting his pretty, pudgy belly. Bucky thanks Fury and turns back to their RV, ducking inside and heading for the second bedroom he and Steve are in. He squeezes between the bed and the wall, lamenting the lack of consideration for fat people in making this thing, and opens an upper cabinet. He takes down a battery-operated, waterproof massage wand, Barbie pink per Steve’s purchasing, then squeezes back out. He exits the RV and finds a couple of new faces in the waterproof chairs around the kiddie pool as well as Bill back on the pink sofa. Fury has braided some of Steve’s hair into thin strands and fastened each at the top and end with the little butterfly clips he always carries around in his pockets; he’s finishing one as Bucky walks up.

“Howdy, friend,” Bill says.

“Hi, I’m Daisy,” one of new people introduces, a girl in a 2000s-era scene punk schoolgirl uniform. “This is Grant, my boyfriend.”

Grant salutes some, the logo for the 75th Army regiment showing under the edge of his t-shirt sleeve. Bucky salutes back then hooks his thumb in his Sheriff badge belt buckle beneath his very generous beer gut.

“You’re lookin’ at what bein’ outta the Rangers for ten years and havin’ a sweet tooth does t’a ya,” he says. “That and a lotta pussy, pussy with a luxury vintage.”

“For eight years, all-access!” Steve confirms cheerfully.

[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.

[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!!

[holylulusworld]

The assistant (11) - Heating pads and cupcakes

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

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

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: flirty CEvans characters, language, plus-sized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, arguments, brothers being brothers, fluff, caring brother

A/N: I was on my period while writing this. So, I would like you to please bear with me.

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The assistant (10) - Apologies

“Tell me, sugar. How did you meet my brothers?” Ransom sits on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter to watch you, Jake and Mike make breakfast for the hungry pack.

“Do not talk to Y/N,” Jake warns. “I don’t know why Andy even called you. We can handle Captain Asshole on our own.”

“Captain Turd,” Lloyd corrects while walking inside the kitchen. “I think I established the name yesterday.” He grins at Steve who sits at the kitchen table. Steve sips the coffee from the café around the corner and tries to stomach the dry bagel he bought.

“Boys, play nice,” you tut and point the spatula at Lloyd. “We do not fight within these walls. Lloyd, that goes for you too. Have a seat. Coffee is ready and we are almost done preparing breakfast.”

“Uh-huh,” Lloyd plops down on the seat closest to you. “You’re wearing my apron.” He grins.

“Yeah, I figured that this must be yours,” you roll your eyes as he grins like a madman.

“Kiss the cook, he wears a mustache?” Ransom huffs and shakes his head. “That mustache looks stupid on you, Lloyd. Almost as if a caterpillar died on your upper lip.”

“Kiss my ass,” Lloyd snarls in Ransom’s direction.

“Eat shit!” Ransom retorts.

“Guys,” you clap your hands. “We have a busy day ahead. Thanks to the drama you caused yesterday, I agreed to let Captain Rogers stay another day. He didn’t get the chance to see anything but a bunch of idiots fighting each other.”

“Idiots?” Lloyd pouts. “I'm not an idiot. Andy started this. It’s not my fault my brother is an idiot.”

“Lloyd, we do not punch people, and we don’t call them idiots,” you tut. “I told you, no more fighting or I’ll hide your expensive mustache wax for a week. Your mustache will be all fuzzy without it.”

“Cupcake, did you steal my wax?” Lloyd gapes at you. “I didn’t take you for a thief, missy. You better not make it a habit.” He looks at you wearing his apron. “Or make it a habit. I like me a bad girl.”

“She’s got a very good lawyer on her side,” Andy casually walks inside the kitchen. He’s hiding the bruises his brother caused with a brand-new shirt and tie. “I will leave for a few hours. I trust you to not kill each other.”

Lloyd glares at his brother Ransom before he says, “I can’t promise anything. You brought this piece of shit into our house.”

“Lloyd!” He made it. You hand the spatula to Mike, asking him to watch the last pancake to round the kitchen island and slap Lloyd’s ass. He yelps but purrs your name. “No swear words at our home, Lloyd!”

“Our…home!” Jake, Mike, Lloyd, Ari, Andy, and Curtis who just walked inside the kitchen, stare at you in awe. They smile, and then, you end up wrapped in too many pairs of arms.

“GUYS! I can’t breathe!” You protest but it's no use. You get hugged again and again until you feel dizzy.

“Hey, what’s your role in this drama?” Ransom turns around to look at Steve while his brothers are all over you. “Damn, aren’t you Captain America?” He slides off his chair to get a better look at Steve sulk in a corner. “Wait…what is Captain America doing here?”

“They kidnapped my assistant,” Steve grumbles while watching you hug the brothers, one after another. They laugh and joke while exclaiming that you accepted their home as your own.

“Ah, I see,” Ransom nods thoughtfully. “So, you’re unwanted here too, huh?” He grins. “Hmmm…you know. My grandmother always bragged about being related to Captain America. She was a crazy old hag, but I cannot deny you are a spitting image of my grandfather.”

“What are you mumbling about over there?” Curtis didn’t forget about Ransom’s intrusion. He’s still up to give his brother a good beating. “I see, two assholes found each other during desperate times.”

You huff. “Curtis! No swear words! We talked about swear words and impulse control last night.”

“Sorry, Sunshine,” Curtis drops his gaze and sighs. If only he’d got a few minutes alone with Ransom. He’d give his treacherous brother a few more punches.

“I get that having your brother back is scary and opened old wounds. But, you should be happy to have him in your life,” you sniffle. “You don’t get a person you love back so easily.”

“Great, now you made her cry,” Andy wraps you in his arms and runs his hand up and down your back. “They’re stubborn but will behave from now on. I promise.”

“I’m only a little emotional,” you choke out a sob. “I’m on…” You shake your head. The brothers don’t need to know that you’re on your period and almost everything makes you cry. “I saw that cat video…and the cat was so cute and…then you argued... and Mike looked like the lost kitten…It made me so happy…”

“Crap,” Lloyd snaps his fingers to get his brothers' attention. “Alright! Red alert. I repeat. Red alert.”

“What now?” Curtis rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics. “What’s wrong with you?”

Lloyd turns his head toward Curtis. “You, stop sulking and get my wallet.” Lloyd snaps at Curtis before pointing at Mike and Jake. “You two, search for any movie on any platform Y/N will like.”

He crosses his arms behind his back and marches around the kitchen. “Barber don’t get too cozy with her but keep on rubbing her back. Ari, you and Curtis will go to the bakery. We will close for the rest of the week. Get all the cupcakes and shit Jake baked. We’ll need it.”

“What’s going on?” Ransom watches his brothers hastily follow Lloyd’s order. “Where’s the fire?”

“In Y/N’s uterus. Now shut up, pretty boy, and be useful for once,” Lloyd mutters at his brother. “If you want to stay, you’ll go to the guestroom in the west wing and get me all the fluffy pillows and a warm blanket. No, make it two.”

Ransom purses his lips. He weighs his options. If he wants to be part of this family again, he must play along for now. “Fine.”

“Y/N. Cupcake,” Lloyd gently pats your hair. “What’s your favorite brand? Do you need a heating pad? What painkiller do you prefer? Lloyd will get you all you’ll need.”

Steve watches the brothers make of fuzz about your period. He rubs his chin, wondering if what he feels is more than worry.

“Good job everyone!”

Lloyd grins as you snuggle into one of the fluffy pillows. You’re wearing one of Andy’s warm sweaters and the fuzzy socks Jake got for you. Ari wrapped a warm blanket around you after Lloyd carefully put a heating pillow on your lower abdomen.

Mike chose the movies you and the brothers will watch while Andy and Jake prepared food, beverages, and sweets. Curtis is currently massaging your feet while Ransom sits on the other end of the huge U-shaped sofa.

“How do you feel,  Sweetie? Do you feel better?” Jake sits next to your head to gently pat your hair. Do you need anything else?”

“Did I buy the right stuff?” Lloyd asks. He sits on the sofa and stretches his legs out. “Damn, I didn’t know there are so many lady products out there.”

“I’m good,” you murmur and snuggle further into the pillow. The brothers took very good care of you. No one ever put so much into making you feel good. “See, if you work together, you can do anything.”

“So…this is what you do? Getting lady products and feeding a sexy girl with cupcakes,” Ransom grins. “I think I could get used to this…”

“No one asked you,” Curtis huffs. He’s still angry at Ransom for leaving them. Especially, because he used to look up Ransom when he was a kid. Curtis and Ransom shared a special bond, and now, it's broken.

“No more fighting tonight,” Andy stops the brothers from arguing again. “We have a plan, don’t we.” He subtly points at Steve watching you and the brothers from his seat. He chose to sit on an armchair, still not convinced that the brothers did not mean harm to you.

Ransom stares at Steve. He rubs his chin and wonders aloud. “Back to Captain America. Isn’t it odd that he looks so much like Grandfather Steven?”

Part 12

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[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.

[mcudc616]

captain america: the winter soldier.

[dimlylittorch]

I’m gonna be so real rn I don’t even know what this is. it’s Steve rogers fluff and smut and comfort and playfulness and strangers to friends to lovers but also strangers to lovers- let me know if yall are even able to decipher it (4.8k)

18+ drabble MDNI

My Masterlist🌱

Steve Rogers x roommate!pre-op!transmasc!chubby!reader

warnings: terms like boycunt, pussy, clit, good boy, princess at one point, etc. reader is more like a fem gay guy (no i didn’t make this with myself in mind whatever could you mean-)

Steve Rogers who decides to try and live a normal life away from the avengers, wishing he could just be a guy again- not Captain America. He’s looking for apartment listings when he sees yours! You have a 2 bedroom 1 bath, looking for a roommate to split the rent with. Just a normal guy looking for a (hopefully) normal guy to live with and pick up after himself. Normal! Steve could do normal. Right?

Well.. when the two of you decide to meet up at a pizza place, Steve wasn’t prepared for how much it felt like a date. Back in his day if you were having a nice meal with a stranger? Yeah, that’s a blind date. He wasn’t used to the whole transfer between online chatting into in person meeting. It was a big change for him to adjust to. You’re also not quite what he expected. Not that that’s a bad thing! You’re just- not what he was envisioning. You’re very.. cute.

You sit across from him at the table with a wide, infectious smile that doesn’t seem to waver. Your eyes are full of interest and have a little spark that he didn’t see in people very often. You were also a little more feminine than he was expecting. Your voice was sweet, and you were wearing a cute pair of cargo pants with a turtle neck, boots and a jacket. If he saw you from afar, he might’ve mistaken you for a woman- but you said you’re a man- so you’re a man. Simple as that. And he couldn’t deny how your smile made his own spread wider, and how your kind demeanor left him a little caught off guard. It wasn’t every day he met the personification of an angel on earth.

“I’m so glad you’re interested in the place” you say sweetly as you take a bite of your pizza, your foot gently swaying under the table as your leg rests crossed over the other. “I honestly haven’t gotten a lot of offers so far, so I was excited when you texted me.”

He smiled softly as he took a bite of his food, his eyes never leaving your soft form. “It’s hard to find a roommate these days” he lies through his teeth, knowing the second he saw you he was never going to stay anywhere else. “And you sounded really nice from your advert.” He smiles.

His heart speeds up slightly when he sees how your grin widens at his words. “Aw, really? I tried to make it sound inviting- I want my roommate to feel comfortable with me, you know?” You smile sweetly. “So- we should probably discuss a few things.”

He nods at your words, reaching for his drink to take a sip before setting his food aside completely. He could practically hear his mom reminding him of his manners, to pay full attention to whoever he was speaking to- especially a nice man like you. “Of course” he smiles as he lets his eyes trail over you whenever you’re not looking.

He watches as you wipe your hands off on a napkin, pulling out your phone and opening up a list- probably things to ask him. “Okay- so” you start to say as you pick up a small piece of pizza, about to take a bite. When you look up to meet his gaze, you freeze slightly when you see how his full attention is on you- he’s not even eating. You can’t help but crack a smile, a little laugh falling from your lips. “Don’t worry- you can still eat” you chuckle. “I’m just going to he asking yes or no questions for the next few minutes, don’t let your food get cold.”

His face flushes ever so slightly before looking down at his food, hesitantly grabbing a piece of pizza for himself and taking a bite. ‘Anything to please you.’ He thinks to himself. “Are you okay with pets?” You ask as you look at him, pulling him from his thoughts. He nods yes. “I’ll cut a deal with you- I do all the laundry and you do the dishes. That sound cool?” You grin.

He chuckles at the thought before nodding. If you asked him to do everything he’s not sure he would even mind. He was a super soldier after all. “Fine by me.” He muses.

He watches as your smile fades slightly after you read one question in particular, your eyes darting over his form for a moment. “Um.. this one is kind of a heavier question.” You say softly as you set your food down, holding a napkin in your hands as you look across the table at him. “I’m.. trans. A trans man, I mean. Is that a problem?” You ask softly, your voice more vulnerable than he expected.

“Trans?” He says softly, tilting his head slightly like a puppy would. “Well- I doubt it would matter” he chuckles softly. “But could you remind me what that is?” He asks. He knew he’d heard it before- but it had been a while.

You breathe a small sigh of relief when you see his smile, gently reaching to fiddle with your sleeves. “It- it basically means I’m female.” You explain softly. “But I feel like a guy.. so I live as a guy.”

His eyes scan over you for a few moments in thought. That made sense- why he could’ve mistaken you for a woman. “Can I ask something? If you don’t mind.” He murmurs. When you nod, he clears his throat slightly. “You.. still seem to be more.. feminine. With- your clothing- and mannerisms I mean. I hope that wasn’t rude- I just.. want to understand.”

You smile softly, looking at him with appreciation- maybe of his honesty? “There’s a difference between being feminine in a woman way and in a gay man way” you say with a small chuckle. “I’m feminine in a gay man way. But.. sometimes it comes across as in a woman way. It’s a tricky thing to master.”

He tilts his head slightly as he absorbs that information. He’d definitely seen a few men on the feminine side- who now that he thinks about it may have been gay. Wait- that meant you were gay? That sparked up a shit ton of internal dialogue for Steve. But the one thing that kept popping up was ‘am I his type?’

“That makes sense” Steve smiles after a moment. “And it doesn’t bother me at all.”

Maybe a week later, Steve was moving in. You had quickly become friends, as it turned out you perfectly fed off of each others humor. You may have been a lot smaller than him, but you insisted on helping- even if you weren’t the best helper. While he moved the larger boxes, you sat on the floor of his room trying to assemble a bookshelf for him. Of course he lent you his tools- but you didn’t know how to confess to him that you had no idea what you were doing. Trying to figure out how to get the drill bit out was hard, okay?

After a little while Steve walks in, his smile faltering when he sees you haven’t made much progress. “Having trouble, princess?” He grinned playfully as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. “Princess in a boy way, of course” he smirks.

“Shut it” you mutter as you try for the fifteenth million time to change the drill bit. “It’s your drill, not me.” You scoff as you set it aside before picking up the bookshelf instructions again.

He walks over slowly, crouching down and picking up the drill. With a quick noise, he pops the drill bit out like it’s nothing. “It’s the drill, hm?” He smirks down at you.

You scoff, snatching the drill from him. “Not all of us can be mister manly” you mutter, making him laugh.

He grins down at you, sitting next to you as he grabs the instruction manual from your hands. “So you’re saying you have to be manly to build furniture?” He teases.

You huff, stealing the manual back from him. “I’m saying that not all of us were meant to be the homemakers” you mutter as you flip through the pages of the little book.

He grins at your words, cocking his head slightly. “So you can’t build it because you’re gay.” He smirks.

Your eyes narrow as you turn your head to look at him, another huff leaving you. “If every gay could build a bookshelf it wouldn’t be special anymore!” You scoff, tossing the book towards his head, which he quickly dodges.

He quirks up an eyebrow when he hears your words, a smile slowly forming on his lips. “So if you build it.. it’s more special because usually you can’t build it.” He grins.

With a stubborn pout (which you always deny because no you don’t pout-) you stand up, tossing the extra drill bit to the side. “There goes your only help.” You huff, but it’s clear there’s an undertone of teasing in your voice.

Before you can walk out of the room, you hear Steve stand up. “Oh no you don’t” he grins as he starts to move to grab you. You quickly squeal, darting down the hall with a loud laugh, moving around the kitchen island, opposite from where he stood. “You promised to build me a bookshelf!” he says firmly with a grin. “No quitting.”

You can’t help but giggle as he starts to circle around the kitchen island, and you mimic his movements, trying to stay out of his reach. As soon as you get near the hallway you dart towards it, but you feel a large pair of arms grab you. You squeal playfully while he laughs, pulling you onto the couch with him. With the both of you laughing as you land on top of him, you quickly fall to the floor and carpet with a small thud, pulling Steve with you.

He places his forearms on either side of your head, laughing sweetly as he tries to stop himself. You do the same, flat on the floor underneath him with a wide grin, laughing along with him. God, he loved your laugh. It was so contagious it made a heat in his chest spread like a wildfire. When he opens his eyes after a few moments and looks down at you, his eyes widen a little.

You were staring up at him with wide eyes, face completely flushed as you laid still. He didn’t quite understand at first, until his leg moved slightly.

Oh.

Oh.

He was hard. And on top of you. Holy shit- this is embarrassing. His fucking erection is slotted right in between your legs as he holds himself over you, gazing down at you dumbly while he tries to think of what to do. But what he can’t get over? Is how cute you look like this. Hair slightly frazzled, a few beads of sweat along your brow. He could practically hear your heart beating out of your chest. Wait. Did you.. like this? Did you like his bulge pressed up against you?

Trying to act innocently he moves to get up slightly, but his hips press deeper against your own. He doesn’t miss as your eyes close for a split second, heat radiating off of your face. Before he can stop himself, he leans back down, his body blanketing over your own. He stares down at you, watching how your eyes try to look away shyly. After a few quiet moments, you hear his quiet voice.

“Do you like that?” He says softly, voice full of hesitancy and care.

When you don’t answer, he gently rocks his hips against your own again. When he hears how your breath hitches, he slows his hips down to make it last a little longer.

“Please tell me you like that.” He says faintly, eyes soft and pleading.

After a few moments of silence, he feels your arms move underneath him. When he looks down, he sees your hands slowly undoing the zipper of your pants as your eyes stay off to the side, away from his gaze. He smiles almost immediately, quickly sitting up and undoing his own pants.

As he kicks his boots off, he makes quick work of shoving his jeans down over his hips, but he pauses when he looks down at you and sees how stiff you look. Christ.. sometimes he got caught up in the moment. He watches as your hand slips beneath your pants and to your crotch, rubbing tight circles. He sees how you close your eyes to try and focus- on what? Getting wet? Surely he could do that part for you, right?

He gently slips his hand over your own into your pants, and you tense slightly at the contact. When he reaches your fingers as he moves to lay over you slightly, he closes his eyes as he feels the way you’re roughly treating your little bud. He opens his eyes again and looks down at you with a small frown. “That can’t feel very good?” He asks softly, gently moving your fingers out of the way so his can take over.

The sigh of relief that slips past your lips from his touch makes his chest flood with heat, his cheeks burning at the thought of pleasing you. He carefully massages your clit, stroking it as gently as he can, seeing how easy it is to make you squirm. “Touching yourself must’ve gotten tiring after a while.” He murmurs softly, more to himself than to you. “Without any help.. it doesn’t always feel good.” He says quietly.

Finally, your soft voice speaks up. “I don’t do it to feel good anymore” you say weakly through ragged breaths, caused by his gentle touch. “Just to let go.”

He sighs softly at your words, gently shifting his fingers down to your burning core. When he teases at your tight hole, you gasp slightly, body shivering from his touch. “Honey..” he says softly, voice laced with concern. “When’s the last time you felt good?”

His movements pause when he hears a small sniffle, quickly looking up to see tears welling up in your eyes. Concern floods his face as he pulls his hand out of your warm folds, pulling you to sit up and rest in his arms. “Hey- hey..” he says softly. “You’re okay sweet boy.” He murmurs against your hair as he holds you close. “Just need a little love, yeah? Need a little care to get you back in working order. No big deal, alright?” He says comfortingly.

When you offer a small nod he carefully picks you up, carrying you down the hall and into your bedroom. It was nice and cozy, obviously catered to make you feel safe in your own little world. “Want to call me Steve?” He says softly as he helps you get your shoes off. “Or anything you like.. pet names and all. Whatever helps baby.” He murmurs as he gently pulls your pants off for you.

Sniffing softly, you gently lifted your hips to let him pull your pants off completely. “anything?” You ask softly.

He smiles, nodding encouragingly. “Anything at all. Want me to help with that?” He asks as he gestures down to the slight wet spot on your briefs. When you look down you instantly snap your legs closed out of embarrassment, shying away from his gaze. After a few moments, he chuckles faintly when he sees your little nod. “Don’t worry- I’m mister manly, remember? I can handle it.” He grins, making you crack a smile.

With a soft smile you gently scoot back into the far corner of the bed with only the walls and a large pile of pillows, blankets and stuffed animals behind you. He smirks, getting onto the bed and crawling over your soft form. “Looks like..” he muses as he pulls his shirt off by simply reaching one hand behind his back to tug it off. “You got yourself cornered.”

Your eyes instantly shift to his chest, taking in the sight of his chiseled body. “Holy fuck” you say faintly, not even meaning to say it aloud. When he looks down at you with his head cocked slightly in confusion, you look down at yourself for a moment. “You- you know that.. I don’t look like you. Right?” You say softly. It was a dumb question, sure. But it would be a major turn off for him to be disappointed when he sees your body. “I mean- not nearly as good as you look.”

He frowns slightly as he reaches to touch the hem of your shirt. “Why would I want someone exactly like me?” He murmurs softly. “I mean.. I know I have muscles. But they’re hard- and uncomfortable.” He says faintly as he slips his hands under your shirt, feeling the soft flesh of your stomach. “You’re so soft.” He sighs contentedly. “No wonder you like those plushies so much” he murmurs, gesturing to the stuffed animals behind you. “They all feel like you. And you feel.. christ.” He whispers.

Your cheeks heat up when you feel his hands roaming over your stomach, and you can’t help but pull your shirt off with a sudden burst of confidence. You cringe when you see how your binder has rolled up some, not helping to hide any of your stomach. You quickly move to tug it down, but Steve’s hands grab your own. “No sir- let me see” he says quickly, yanking you to sit up so he can get your binder off completely.

You see how his pupils dilate more when he sees your chest, his hand reaching out to trail along your sides and stomach before anything else. You can help but lay back into the soft pile of your bed, melting into the feeling of comfort from every angle. His warm hands on your front, and your cold blankets on your back. “Steve..” you murmur softly as you take a deep breath of relaxation.

When he sees how you finally start to loosen up, he can’t help but stare down at his now exposed cock- anything but relaxed. The more his hands travel along your soft flesh, the harder his cock gets. Of course, he found every part of you attractive- especially in this moment. But when he pulled down your briefs and saw your chubby pussy? He was a goner.

He hears you gasp when he grabs your hips, pulling you up to rest against his thighs as he sits on his knees. The second he let his cock touch your warm boycunt, he could’ve sworn he’d been to heaven and back. It didn’t take long for him to start fucking against your cunt, heavy cock rubbing in between your folds, the tip always hitting your clit perfectly. He was mesmerized as he used one hand to spread your lips open as far as they could go, taking in every single crevice and bit of flesh he could. “Fuck- oh fuck” he choked out, his face growing more flushed by the minute. “You’re so goddamn soft- especially down here.” He whimpered.

You whine every time his head hits your puffy little bud, your eyes rolling back slightly. When he can sense that you’re getting a little overstimulated from the relentless feeling, he coats his cock in any remaining slick seeping from your hole before sitting you up and pulling you close. “Please let me fuck your tummy” he says weakly as his hips buck upwards, his cock dragging along your plush stomach.

You look at him slightly dumbfounded. “That’s.. something you want to do?” You ask faintly. When he quickly nods out of desperation, you offer a shy nod before resting your face into the crook of his neck to hide your embarrassment.

The second he receives a nod of approval, his hips buck upwards repeatedly, heavy cock dragging along the fat of your stomach. “Jesus christ” he says weakly. “nobody gets to do this but me, yeah?” He says faintly. “Never thought of this before- but holy fuck it feels nice. You hear me?” He grunts against your ear. “God.. pretty boy with the prettiest body.” He says against your skin as one of his hands grabs at your chest, kneading the flesh in his palm. “Gonna make me cum- just from that cute tummy.”

Staring down at his ruddy head, you can’t help but admire how pretty his cock looks with precum leaking out of the tip. Before he can cum, he begrudgingly pulls his hips away from your body, panting heavily. “can i fuck you?” He pleads as he looks into your eyes, like a puppy begging for a treat. “I’ll make you cum- over and over. Promise.” He begs.

You slowly nod, offering him the green light. You weren’t even completely sure of what you were doing anymore- just too caught up in it all to even consider that you were fucking your new roommate. When he sees your nod he flashes you a sweet grin, letting out a small chuckle of relief. Before you even know what’s happening, he has his arms around your thighs, pulling you up so your shoulders and head are against the mattress, his face right in your boycunt. One thing you definitely weren’t used to? Being used like a ragdoll.

Unable to even see much of what he’s doing, you gasp when you feel his face pressed against your cunt in its entirety. “Mm- he’s all puffy for me” he hums to himself as he buries his face into your plush skin. When you whine at the feeling, he chuckles softly. “Yeah? Tell me alllll about it” he muses as he starts to let his tongue slip over your tight hole, gently pressing into your cunt. As you gasp and try to grab the sheets to keep you steady, he hums against your pussy, the vibrations making you shiver. “Do you like that?” He muses as his hands knead at your thighs and hips while he holds you up.

“oh- f-fuck” you whimper, your back arching even though you can hardly move out of his grasp. “Steve! Slow- slow down!” you plead as he fucks your hole with his tongue, all the while his cock is throbbing in his lap. “please-“ you choke out, but your words are met to a slap to your ass, making you whine. As your mind grew foggier, you reached your hand behind your back to grab onto his cock, tugging on it to get a reaction out of him.

When he feels your hand he groans against your cunt, his hips rocking into your hand. Shifting his mouth onto your clit, he buries his face into your puffy mound, suckling around your little bud as sweetly as he can, making you preen. “Yeah- yeah, good boy” he moans against your cunt when your hips attempt to rock up against his mouth. “Your little clit can have all the attention he wants” he murmurs.

When you tug on his cock a little harder, he pulls away to look down at you, his lips covered in your slick. When he sees the look on your face, he already knows exactly what you want. “You think you can take it?” He asks with a raised eyebrow before looking back at your leaking hole. “I don’t know..” he murmurs.

When he sees how your clit twitches under his gaze, he chuckles slightly. “Please? Let me try” you say quickly, face burning hot as you can feel your pussy spilling all over itself. “I feel empty.” You confess softly, and when he sees your pleading eyes he can’t deny you.

With a soft sigh, he shifts your hips back down onto the mattress. “I won’t say no to that.” He smiles softly as he lets his hands knead at your thighs. “Any position preferences?” He asks softly as one of his hands shifts down to your boycunt, gathering up some slick and rubbing it along his cock.

Sighing contentedly when his fingers trace along your boycunt, you let yourself lay back against the mattress. “Stay close.” You whisper.

He smiles, moving his body over your own. Wrapping around you like a warm blanket, his abs press against your pudgy stomach, his knees shifting under your thighs as your legs raise to accommodate him. Before you get a chance to take a breath, his lips meet your own while one arm hooks under your own, the other tracing along your shoulder until his fingers eventually intertwine with your own. “Like this?” He whispers against your lips with a playful smirk.

You can’t help but giggle as you gaze up at him, admiring how nice he felt around you. It didn’t take long for his lips to meet your own in a deep kiss, completely dissolving any reservations you had held previously about sleeping with your brand new roommate. “Like this.” You confirm sweetly when the kiss breaks.

It didn’t take long for his hand to trail down, running over your clit for a moment and stealing your breath before slipping around his cock. Notching his head at your hole, carefully sliding back and forth to tease you just enough while you soak his cock, making him clench his teeth. “Gonna let me in, baby?” He breathes out against your neck with a groan. “I know you need it.”

Your legs subconsciously spread as much as they can, a silent invitation that makes him smirk. “Please Steve” you whispered softly against his ear, and he’s embarrassed to admit how hearing his name from your lips made his heart speed up, and his cock jump. It’s hard to resist pushing in hard and fast, his blood rushing through his ears.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your skin as he sinks in slightly, his body shuddering slightly from the squeeze, denying himself too much too fast. “Talk to me, hm? Tell me how it feels- because fuck you feel good.” He groans as he presses in a little deeper.

Your nails claw at his back as you suck in a sharp breath from the stretch, burying your face against his neck with a whimper. “oh f-fuck-“ you choke out. “y-you’re so big, Steve.” You whimper as your hips mindlessly try to shift away from his own.

He chuckles lowly, pinning your body further to keep you in place. “Don’t flatter me, princess.” He bites against your neck with a smirk. “Princess in a boy way, of course.” He teases as he bottoms out, mimicking his words from earlier. When he feels you clench around him he chokes slightly, letting out a weak breath. “Christ- you’re fucking perfect, you know that?” He mutters as he rocks his hips slightly, groaning at how tight you are.

You nod slightly against his neck, holding onto him tightly as you try to steady your breathing. “c-could you-“ you stutter, choking back a moan when he bucks his hips against that little spot inside of you.

You can feel his smile against your skin, your cunt clenching around him. “Like that, baby?” He murmurs as he repeats the action, your moan making him chuckle. “Mhm.. I know what you need.” He goads.

With the repeated pump of his hips against yours, the slapping of skin against skin slowly filled the room as he picked up the pace. Every moan you let out spurred him on, and every time your boycunt tightened around him he swore he saw heaven. His thumb started to tease your little bud, tight circles making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “oh shit- steve!” you cried out, your head back against the mattress as you came around his cock.

“fuck- fuck” he grunted as his bucked his hips against your own, sitting up slightly so he could see how you creamed around his cock, milky white ring making his head spin. “Good boy- fuck!” He moaned, letting his cock spill into you as he tried to catch his breath. Letting his hands lay on either side of your head, he looked down at you with hooded eyes, watching how you took in quick breaths, eyes closed from bliss.

When you opened your eyes, you found him leaning over you with a fucked out expression. You couldn’t help but smile weakly, reaching up and ruffling his hair a little. “You’re a damn good roommate.” You chuckle.

He laughs, letting himself gently collapse on top of you. “Are you making fun of me?” He grins.

You laugh, trying to push him off of you playfully. “After the pipe you just laid? Never.”

hi guys!! i know i don’t have many followers here for the marvel content, but i’ve had this in the drafts for a while. hope you enjoyed :3

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I’m here just thinking about a chubby!Steve. He’s trying to get over his break up with Peggy, who cheated on him, so he’s out at a bar with his friends. Of course he runs into Peggy and the guy she cheated on him with and she just has to comment on his weight and how disgusting he looks.

Reader is at the bar and happens to overhear the interaction. She turns to get a better look at what’s happening when she realizes it’s the guy whose attention she was trying to get. After another insult hurled at Steve she decides to walk over. Hips swaying and a sultry smile.

“There you are baby. I’m so glad you could make it.” You wrap an arm around his waist and kiss his cheek.

Of course he goes crimson at the attention from a stranger that’s absolutely beautiful. Still he doesn’t say anything, instead his hand finds its way to her hip.

“Sorry I was late, traffic was horrible.”

“Who the are you?” Peggy seethes.

“I’m his date. We really should go, the guys are waiting for us.” She grabs his hand and walk back to wear he was sitting at. Then she pushes him down to sit and she sits on his lap.

His group of friends is confused until they see Peggy stomping her way over and asking Steve to talk in private but he declines. She doesn’t leave the group for the rest of the night and when it’s time to go home, they go home together.