#fat captain america

[waight-gain]

Cap's bearification set 1

[comicwaren]

From Ultimates Vol. 4 #006

Art by Juan Frigeri and Federico Blee

Written by Deniz Camp

[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.

[thattripleabattery]

I just took a James Bond class in college last semester and it made me realize how male body standards in movies has changed especially me being a big fan of super hero movies

For instance James Bond portrayed by Sean Connery in the 1960s

His character is shown as a bombshell ladies man

When in modern day films portraying a desirable male body shows dehydrated unhealthy bodies which makes me so upset

[churrobear]

[griseldabanks]

For the WIP game, would you tell me about "See Through My Eyes" and "As My Own Soul", please?

See Through My Eyes is...hmm, maybe I'll just give you a cryptic excerpt, because it should be obvious immediately what it's fanfiction of ;) This is how the fic will begin:

I'm with you to the end of the line.... “Heart rate is 60 bpm. Neurological activity beginning to spike.” “Increase the en-sed to 80%. I'm almost done, then we'll stitch him up.” Words bounced meaninglessly against his eardrums, along with a steady beeping sound that he felt he should recognize. The fog in his mind began to lift, fraying and unraveling like...like.... There was something important. Something he...needed to remember.... What was it? I'm...with you...to the...to.... He wanted to pry his eyes open, wanted to open his mouth and ask those muffled voices what it meant. But he felt something cold slither through his veins, and he sank into the dark fog of oblivion once more. I'm with you....

As My Own Soul is an original story about two brothers - David, who is ten, and his fourteen-year-old brother, Jonathan (see what I did there durr hurr hurr). It's meant to be a simple slice-of-life kind of story about these brothers and how the strength of their relationship helps them in the day-to-day struggles of life. With hopefully a few twists and turns along the way ;)

So far, I've only written one scene for it, in a random burst of inspiration one day that has had literally no follow-up so far XD My sister and I have talked about the possibility of collaborating and turning it into a visual novel, because this story just seems really suited to that format. But anyway, here - there are only four pages of this story written so far, but I already managed to fit an LotR reference into it:

“Hey, I can prove they don't know what they're talking about. Remember Lord of the Rings?” David nodded. Jonathan had read it to him last year, and then they'd borrowed the movies from the library. He'd watched them over and over until they had to go back. Maybe they should check them out again.... “Okay. Then think about Samwise Gamgee. He's a chubby little Hobbit. A gardener. Not a graceful Elf like Legolas, not a cool sword-wielding warrior like Aragorn. He doesn't have magic like Gandalf. But you know what? If it wasn't for him, the Ring would never have made it to Mordor. Some people say he's the true hero of the story. And did he ever stop to say, 'Oh well, I'm fat, guess I'll give up now'?” Despite himself, David giggled at the thought. Already, his heart felt lighter. Somehow, Jonathan always seemed able to make anything bearable. He swiped his hand across his eyes again. “So...are you saying that...I'm not fat?” Jonathan shrugged. “I'm saying, who cares if you're fat or not? Some lame guys at school think you're fat? So what? That's like the oldest insult in the book. Just goes to show you've got more creativity in your little toe than they could ever hope to have.” He could hear a wry smile in Jonathan's voice. “Of all people, I should know that.”

WIP Game

[cant-icle]

okay it's a couple days late but now that you've mentioned it i can't stop thinking about it: what DID happen during morgana and ryuji's sushi date in conflagration?

They have to be sneaky about it, of course. No decent sushi place will let him stay for longer than it would take for Morgana's head to pop out of his bag before kindly but firmly escorting him out.

That's fine, though. This place is his favorite; he's been coming here for years now, since he joined the clinic just two stops down the line. It's small, never too crowded, and cute as all hell. The selection varies with the seasons, so he knows the fish is always fresh.

He's always thought, in the back of his mind, deep down in the box where he put everything else about Akira, that it would have been nice to take him here for a date. Tangle their legs beneath the table, split a parfait at the end. Fight over the fatty tuna.

Instead of dark hair and a wicked smile across from him he's got dark fur and sharp blue eyes beside him, tucked into the corner of his booth where he can oh-so-stealthily sneak slices of fish into the bag.

The joys of modern technology, too-- with his phone out and one earbud in, it doesn't matter if it looks like he's talking to himself.

"Aaah," Morgana says rapturously as Ryuji hands the next piece down. "I haven't had a meal this good in-- well, who's to say! Is there any salmon roe coming up?"

"I'll keep an eye out." The flounder disappears from between his fingertips; Ryuji casually wipes them on a napkin and snags a nearby piece of mackerel sushi. "You doin' alright down there? I think I can empty out this sauce dish and put some water in it."

A moment while Morgana swallows. "That's very thoughtful! You've clearly done some growing up while I've been away, Ryuji." The eyes looking back up at him are rimmed with frost, but squint up in the same familiar smile. He can't help but smile back. He's missed the cattiness (no pun intended) that he can look back on fondly after almost a decade of distance. "I'm good for now, but you can get me a bottle of water from the konbini when we leave."

"Sure thing."

There's another stretch of quiet between them. Mackerel, salmon roe, shrimp. Some maguro for him, some maguro for Mona.

He wants to ask. He doesn't want to ask. He wants Mona to just tell him. Even though he's grown up, he never figured out the best way to do verbal subterfuge.

Just when he goes to open his mouth, though, Morgana clears his throat. When Ryuji looks down, he sees Morgana shake his head.

"I know what you want to ask," he says, "and I'm not going to talk about it. Not yet. I'm sorry," he adds, which is both surprising and-- and what? Ryuji doesn't really know. "But I've been trying to get him back here for so long, and I don't want to have to lie to him when you bring me back. I don't want him to want to run again, he's been running for so long."

He sighs, something that should be too long and too deep for those tiny lungs. It's full of sorrow. "He's tired. I'm tired too, but I'll never let him know that. I'm the hope of all humanity, you know-- I can keep going for the both of us as long as he needs. So--" abruptly he's Mona again, all steel spine and authority. "Don't ask me about him, or where we've been. But tell me about you! What have you been eating to make you get that big?! Don't you know that phantom thieves are supposed to be able to sneak around without getting stuck in windows?!"

"Are you calling me fat?!"

[waight-gain]

Cap's bearification set 2

[daincrediblegg]

Tired of people saying “oh look at my old man😍” and the picture they attach is some buff anime dude with grey hair grow up

[silveragelovechild]

While the narration could be sharper, the Weight Watchers Avengers look pretty funny.

[thecuddlymuffintop]

Tonight, at 7 pm CDT, I will be continuing my Brotastic adventures with Crusnik Heim, Nyxsie, and Captain Rilu with BroForce over on my YouTube channel.

You're more than welcome to stop by with the above link.

[arathejedi394]

snippet from my new fic for @bookbat1937

If it was possible for a Dom to be a brat, Bucky was one. It started like this. Steve had been minding his own business doing a semester as a TA for an Intro to Drawing class in Brooklyn. Bucky was in his class. In the icebreakers, Steve just walked up to him and offered to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m the TA,” he had said, “my name’s Steve Rogers.”

Bucky smiled at him, having taken his hand, and then instead of shaking it, he kissed it.

“Hey,” he replied casually, “my name’s Bucky, but you can call me whatever you like. I do prefer Daddy, though.”

Now, Steve should have smacked him on the hand. But he had just had a heat, and sometimes when an Alpha pulls that shit it just works.Also, Bucky had just so happened to guess Steve’s biggest kink. In two seconds. Steve had blushed and opened his mouth, then gotten ahold of himself and went on to the next person. 

The flirting did not end there.

The next semester, Steve had started as TA for Intro to Drawing and Intro to Printmaking, and by G-d, he was there again. He grinned all bright and Steve spent the whole class catching him staring. He did get a little flustered. Told himself to ignore it. Did not expect the bouquet of sunflowers and irises Bucky showed up with immediately after that class, like not just the same day, Steve had walked out to his locker after cleaning up the studio as he had a class in fifteen minutes and up behind him came Bucky. Sunflowers, purple irises, and juniper.

“I heard that fella Van Goch thought these were pretty,” he had said. “And the juniper is a fire plant. Yannow, like passion.”

“It’s Van Gogh,” Steve corrected him.

But dammit, he took the flowers.

[i-loved-silly]

WOLVERINE x READER x DEADPOOL — fuckup twinsies

dp&w spoilers!!

So I had a silly idea. Sorry if it’s out of character, I haven’t written for canon characters in a fat while but these two are stuck in my head. Enjoy :3

POV: you’re a dimension hopper : sent to the Void as a punishment for doing your thing. Damnit

Dust. Sand. Desert. That was all you knew ever since you were banished here. The place you were basically forced to call home—funnily enough, (actually it’s rather sad) you had forgotten what your real home was. A large, and I mean LARGE amount of timeline touching and dimension hopping does that to you.

By spending years of visiting dimensions and maybe messing a couple things up, you damaged your own timeline. Simply because you wanted to take Mr Captain America’s shield back to your home dimension. What can you say, a little artifact doesn’t hurt, right?

Except it did.

Now you’re stuck here, and honestly? It’s fine. You had nothing to return to anyway. At least you thought. TVA explained it that way, anyways. Everything was fine. You spent your years here surviving and avoiding Cassandra Nova by making your own little underground hobbit hole. How cute.

Everything was the same everyday—you hid out, occasionally left to find food and materials, came back to safety. Until one day you heard something while out scavenging—almost like distant yells? From above you??—You looked up and was shocked to see two figures falling out of the sky and barreling straight for you.

"OOMF --" You were thrown onto the sand on your back, you swore you felt a couple bones break...or something. All your belongings in your little ripped backpack went flying around you and the others stabbed into your back. Then there was the weight on top of you. A muscular , red, and talkative weight.

"Owww, oh fuck, that hurt. I hit bones. I just hit someon--oh." Deadpool groaned, snapping his elbows back into place to get a good look at you. He blinked. "Well lookey here, who the hell are you? Wait, did i kill them?" He gasped as he saw your pained scowl.

Wade frantically shook you by the shoulders. Getting hit by something from that high should have killed you. You coughed, ugh...your whole body hurt. You don’t remember if you gave yourself overpowered abilities before hopping into this dimension…or the last one. Was it during the time you went to the Loki-verse? Season one, episode five? Nah.

"Get off of them," Logan grunted, dusting himself off from his spot a few feet away. Hey, at least you weren’t hit by both of them. "See what you did, you fucking idiot? Get away from them."

"Woah, okay! First of all, it's not like I wanted to crash into someone like a wrecking ball, got it? I am not Miley. But look, they're fine!" He shook you by the shoulder again and you spat out a bit of blood.

"Guhh..." You groaned, rolling over. Yep, your bones were definetly crushed.

"We're not here to poke around, Wade. We're on a mission." Logan glanced at your beat up form wearily--oh well, if you weren't dead by now you'll be fine.

"Fine," Wade let go of you, letting your body flop back onto the sand with another "thud" on impact. "Oops, Im sooo sorry. I-..oh come on! Don't you have at least a little bit of a curious tickle? They can help us." He whined, gesturing to you and to Logan.

"They're a stranger, bub. Just...leave em there." He hesitated, then grunted and turned the other way.

You groaned in pain again--seems like they're your only lines--and sat up on your elbows. Your head was pounding and suddenly it was too bright outside. "W-wait..I’m fine..just let me.." You pressed your palm against your forehead.

Wade leaned down in front of you, placing his hands on his knees. "Oh, you're alive. Good. Why are you here, little buddy?"

You tried laughing nervously but a cough interrupted you. Right, there was sand in your lungs. "I uh...couple years ago I touched a timeline I shouldn't have. More like, a lot of timelines. Kinda-sorta fucked up."

Wade let out a loud gasp and placed his hands on the sides of his face, then made a giddy noise. "Eek! Fuck up twinsies! You heard that, Logan? We aren't the only dimensional fuck ups!" He was oddly enthusiastic, the scruffy guy in the distance wasn't so much.

Actually now that you think about it, he seemed a bit enraged. Just a bit. “Who the hell is we?”

"Who are you again?" You muttered, grunting as you worked on standing up. Wade extended a hand and you took it, before you could thank him—he quite literally yanked you up by the arm like a fucking ragdoll. You hit his chest and your eyes widdened.

"How the heck do you not know me? I mean you probably don’t know him, that sexy beast of a man is Logan, professionally Wolverine. Not a very good one though. Anyway, I'm Wade Wilson, but you can call me Wade. Or Deadpool. Or the Merc with a Mouth. Or the Chimichanga Bandit. Or—"

"Wade, shut the fuck up."

Wait.

“Wait, you’re Deadpool and Wolverine? Like the real ones?”

PART 2

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Fatboy Slim - Praise You 1999

"Praise You" is a song by British big beat musician Fatboy Slim, and was released as the third single from his second studio album, You've Come a Long Way, Baby (1998). It reached number one on the UK Singles Chart and in Iceland, number four in Canada, number six in Ireland, and number 36 in the US. A total of six samples are used in the song. The song features a prominent vocal sample from the opening of "Take Yo' Praise" by Camille Yarbrough, as well as a prominent piano sample from the track "Balance and Rehearsal" from a test album entitled Sessions released by audio electronics company JBL in 1973. That recording session was for "Captain America", sung by Hoyt Axton; a snippet of Axton's vocals humming the "Captain America" melody can be heard in the album version of "Praise You." "Praise You" also features a guitar sample from the opening of "It's a Small World" from the Disneyland Records-released album Mickey Mouse Disco, the theme from the cartoon series Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids, the electric piano riff from "Lucky Man" by Steve Miller Band, and the drum beat from "Running Back To Me" by Tom Fogerty. In a 2021 interview with the website WhoSampled, Yarbrough said that she liked "Praise You" and its use of her vocals, feeling that Cook kept the essence of "Take Yo' Praise".

The accompanying video for "Praise You" was directed by Spike Jonze with Roman Coppola. Jonze starred in the film, under the pseudonym Richard Koufey, along with a fictional dance group: The Torrance Community Dance Group. The video intro described it as "A Torrance Public Film Production". The video was shot guerrilla-style – that is, on location without obtaining permission from the owners of the property – in front of puzzled onlookers outside the Fox Bruin Theater in Westwood, Los Angeles, California. In the video, a heavily disguised Jonze and the dance group, acting as a flash mob, dance to "Praise You", much to the chagrin of a theatre employee who turns off their portable stereo.

The video reportedly cost only US$800 to produce. It won three major awards at the 1999 MTV Video Music Awards: Breakthrough Video, Best Direction, and Best Choreography. It was also nominated for, but did not win, Best Dance Video. In 2001, it was voted number one of the 100 best videos of all time, in a poll to mark the 20th anniversary of MTV.

"Praise You" received a total of 80,6% yes votes! Previous Fatboy Slim polls: #12 "Weapon of Choice".

[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 disappointed 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…

Tags in reblog.

[giodoodless]

captain america brave new world coming out soon so i thought: sambucky hcs 🥰

Bucky keeps a whole bunch of photos of Sam in a locked fold in his gallery and not a single soul can see what's in there. It's his naughty little secret and he gets all smiley by just thinking about it.

Cold season is Sam's perfect excuse to just shove his face against Bucky's chest whenever his wants. His supersoldier boyfriend is a walking furnace and he'll miss no chance to rub his nose between his pecks and let those arms hold him. Bucky snorts, cheeks burning red. He kisses Sam's forehead and hugs him tight, enjoying the company of his loving boyfriend.

By the way they will cuddle EVERY CHANCE THEY GET 'cause they love it, they love spending as much time together as they can. At least one call at a day when they're away, Bucky with those idiots from Thunderbolts and Sam in missions being cap. Unending promises and sweet words shared, Bucky saying the minute they get home he'll make them dinner and cuddle the whole night and that makes Sam warm all over.

If there's even a chance Bucky will get to see Sam being Captain America and watch him order people around with that grave, majestic voice of his in his white cap suit.... count him in. Bucky's not interested in anything to do with the mission ahead, his old ass is only interested in watching his gorgeous boyfriend be the natural leader that he is, boss him around and fly with his wings. Sam's giving him orders and Bucky only hears blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

Bucky's tights are thick and strong. Sam has seen the old man use his metal arm to shield people from huge flying objects and those strong legs keep him in place. Sam likes that very much ;)). Tight pants are a must and when Bucky wants to know why, Sam just shrugs his shoulders and makes him wear what he wants. “Just do what your captain says Barnes!” Sam demands and Bucky arches up an eyebrow, huffing out a laugh, putting on tight jeans and walking back and forth on purpose, just to tease. Sam is looking at the old man's tiny little ass with no respect, he is looking like a slut 👀😍.

Back rubs are the thing for Sam. Bucky's warm hand starts making circles around his shoulder blades and middle back and Sam's already snoring peacefully against him, the weight of the world falling off his shoulders instantly. Man doesn't hear SHIT, it's like he's fucking dead because he's just so serene and breathing so slow, totally comfortable in Bucky's embrace. When that happens, Bucky checks on him every second. Sam's so still and silent it actually scares him. the fear of loosing Sam sometimes goes over his head and makes him paranoid. Bucky enjoys the feeling of Sam against him so slack and easy, limbs heavy. He gives his body a light squeeze and Sam snugs in more :').

Anything to do with hair make Bucky weak. Sam's just taking a look at his hair, fingers running through his roots and going down his neck nape, and Bucky's already loosing his shit. Can't have a single coherent thought, he just sighs and let his body relax, whining like a clingy cat when Sam stops, grabbing Sam's hands with a desperation that leaves him shocked. Bucky tries to act cool and fails miserably, asking Sam and only Sam to tie his hair, to brush it. It'd be a big fat lie if Sam said he didn't enjoy the fact that only he gets to caress it. They're laid down together and Sam runs his fingers through it slowly, instantly smiling at the sweet sound Bucky makes. Sam groans with pure adoration.

Bucky takes a whole bunch of videos of Sam and makes funny editing with it. Just stupid shit and he laughs the loudest while watching what he's done. He gets Aj and Cass to watch them too and they have the greatest time of their lives. They laugh at his face and Sam prays to god the embarrassment will end soon, but it never does. Lmao even Sarah and Joaquin join in Bucky's bullshit it's hilarious.

Long videos of Bucky doing anything, but especially some heavy work at the docks while helping people. When the house is all empty, redwing plays some of those videos on the TV for Sam to watch. His eyes don't even blink, not once. The camera zoom in his face, gorgeous smile and piercing blue eyes, that beard turning slowly white and his dark hair. Those shoulders and that shinning metal arm. Sam smirks, thinking to himself: that's all mine.

As much as Bucky's really into Sam's ass, he's got a much bigger thing for his waist and chest. Always cracking up dumb jokes like “man where's your bra? cause i can see your titties from here” and watching Sam die of embarrassment with a big, soft smile. A sneaky hand always finds its way to his smooth, toned waist and sides, squeezing the skin lightly and getting a sharp breath out of Sam. Sleeping with a hand on Sam's pecks is a must and Sam just lets him do it. He thinks it's cute.