Tumgik
#chubby Bucky
buckyalpine · 9 months
Text
Just imagine dry humping with subby chubby beefy Bucky. Using him for your pleasure, moaning and whining while you hump and grind yourself all over him. He’s a shy baby who can’t believe someone who looks like you would be so into someone like him. No amount of convincing works, which is how you both ended up on the couch with you straddled on his lap, rubbing yourself on his achingly hard length. 
You worship him, whispering the sweetest words while taking your clothes off one by one, leaving you in just the tiniest pair of lace panties, rubbing your clit right where the tip of his cock rests in his pants. 
“You’re so pretty like this, big boy” Your hands grip onto his thick shoulders, your fingers toying with the hair at the nap of his neck, tugging it every so slightly. His face is flushed, pink lips parted, gasping every time you move just right, his balls heavy, “My pretty baby boy” 
“Oh God” He whimpers, feeling spurts of precum drip from the tip, his entire body throbbing from how good it feels. At some point you lean back, grasping onto his thighs, putting your body in display for him while you continue to swivel your hips on his erection and he swears he’s died and gone to heaven. 
“Fuck, James” You chant and moan his name, brows knitted together, refusing to take your eyes off him because he’s the one who makes you feel this good. You get off just getting to rub yourself on him and he better know it. He hesitates to touch you but when you throw your arms around his neck again, your breasts practically in his face, he can’t help but grab onto you. 
“Angel” He warns as best as he can, his cock his leaking and making a mess in his his pants, he’s going to blow his load if you don’t stop but you grind down hard on him and circle your hips. “S-slow down, I-please” 
He doesn’t want to blow just yet, he loves how you worship him, you turn into such a needy slutty kitten, making him feel so good and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he came in his pants like a little boy. He tries so hard to hold on, to stop himself from cumming but you make it impossible. 
You notice his hands grip you harder, his fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises, chest heaving up and down. You let out a moan right by his ear at his cock swells, balls pulling tight to his body. Before he could say anything, sticky ropes of his spend throb out his cock from where your pussy humps him perfectly. 
He buries his face into your bare chest, taking a nipple into his mouth to muffle his moans, his hips stuttering from underneath, his large form under you squirming and trembling. You register his needy ministrations, hiding his face between broken moans, puffs of air hitting your warm skin as he pants. You pause your movement, your hands coming up to his face, pulling him away from your chest. 
“Did you cum baby?” You cup his scruffy cheek, making him look at you, his sweet blue eyes looking at you with shyness, the blush on his cheeks spreading to his ears. He nods, refusing to meet your eyes while you coo, kissing his face before capturing his soft lips. All he can do is nod, still looking away from you, nervously squeezing your hips in his large hands. 
“Sorry, I couldn't hold it” He whispered making you fall in love with him more. 
“Did it feel good, handsome?” Your nose bumped against his, loving the smile that graced his lips, blinking up at you. “I want to make you feel good, baby” 
His eyes grow wide when you slink off his lap and start to tug at the waistband of his pants, urging him to lift his hips so you can pull them down to his knees. He wants to squeeze his thighs shut, he isn’t even hard anymore. He doesn’t think you’d want to look at him when he’s soft, made a mess all over himself. 
“Angel, what are you-”
“Gotta clean you up, big boy” You take his softening cock, covered his silky cream into your mouth, lapping him right up, loving the slutty, desperate moan he lets out. He’s so sensitive, body jolting with each lap of your tongue but you’re not gonna be finished with him until he gets how perfect he is for you. 
Anyway. 
3K notes · View notes
angrythingstarlight · 1 month
Note
ITS BAKER BUCKY WENDSDAY
Question: why is Baker bucky so insecure? I mean I know its because of his ex being a bitch but it takes much more then that to COMPLETELY ruin a guys self esteem😧🧍🏾‍♀️
So his self esteem wasn't completely ruined. Knocked down and bruised, yes. Completely ruined, not at all.
Tumblr media
He was confident enough to ask you out, flirt with you, date you, bring you into his home, love you, bake for you, share himself with you.
You can be confident in some areas and insecure in others. Bucky is no exception to that.
His ex, Moxie, knew how to hit below the belt. She broke his heart and it happened at a time when his body had changed. She blamed it on that. It threw him for a loop. The woman he thought he loved cruelly insulted his looks, compared him to his best friend, said hurtful things that he would have never said to her. Her claws left scars. It takes time to recover from something like that.
But notice how he didn't lose the weight.
But again scars were left. Words linger. Insecurities were created in the wake of her insults. It happens to the best of us.
Bucky was happy in his skin before she snapped that night and he wanted to get back to feeling that way.
He didn't feel a need to change himself. The only thing that needed to go was Ms. Moxie herself. And he kicked her out. Kept his living his life. Kept doing what he loved, nourished his love of baking by creating and consuming the most incredible pastries and desserts.
She didn't take that from him.
But the thing about insecurities is that they aren't easy to let go of even when you think you have. They have a tendency to lurk and nip and flourish without you realizing what's happening. For a while, it was easier to pretend as if those vicious words didn't affect him. Avoidance is a skill. It limits the risk of being hurt again. Or at least provides the pretense of it anyways.
Suddenly Bucky found himself in a new relationship, wanting to risk everything for a chance with you.
But he had developed this irrational fear that you might not like the way his body looks. At least without his clothes. Exposing himself fully, naked, in the light—having his vulnerabilities laid bare for your perusal was scary and bold. It demanded a level of courage that he hadn't quite reached yet.
He would have done it eventually if you hadn't push him that night. He knew you were different, he knew you loved him for him but that little, insecure voice in his head was warring with the sensible, love struck part of him. Not winning but doing enough damage to hold him back.
He had it in his head that he was going to make you fall so hard for him that everything else wouldn't matter. He didn't want your view of him to change. Again irrational. You weren't her and he knew it. Even that insecure piece of him knew it. But when you're in the midst of a sea of conflicting emotions, those irrational thoughts doesn't seem irrational until much later.
That's what happened with Bucky.
After that night, he began to see how absurd he had been. You gave him the boost he needed to shake her vicious words loose from his mind and pack them away.
And he hasn't looked back since.
627 notes · View notes
chubby-avengers · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Chubby bucky
183 notes · View notes
bnb-atnite · 6 months
Note
can we perhaps worship the booty of the bucky? 💕👁️👄👁️🙏🏻
Yes yes we can because all asses matter including the male ass and I love booty especially if it’s attached to Bucky LFG also imma make this a college au OOP hope you enjoy🥹🥹
Rating: Explicit
Tags: College!au, Ex jock!Bucky, chubby!bucky, he got a fat ass, analingus, ass worship, body worship, caretaking, quite fluffy and kinky, switch Bucky, theyre so in love, so SOFT, like his pillowy cheeks, weight gain
Just Peachy!
Your pitiful boyfriend was wincing when he sat down. Wincing when he accidentally backed into a cabinet in your small shared apartment. Which happened more and more often as of late. Had a ginger step to his swaggering walk. You stifled a smile. Bucky wouldn’t ever admit he was in pain, quick to throw off any concerns. Sweet baby might have a bruised ego along with his ass.
That beautiful, peachy, admittedly huge ass. A busted shoulder had ended your boyfriend’s college baseball career, his left arm retaining none of the power it once had. He had to get dropped and consequently ate his feelings. Which led to now. A delightfully chunky ex-jock on your greedy hands. With a nice ass. Did you say that already?
The brunettes limping and silent complaining was a leftover from last night. You two were experimenting with different options in bed. He liked a little pain with pleasure and you were thrilled to help out. Watching his chubby body and ass ripple with the paddle had you clenching around your vibrator, just as overwhelmed.
Bucky was a bit self-conscious about his weight gain but you made sure to butter him up, shower lots of love and praise. Constantly reminding the man how hot he was. Because he was hot, of course. No amount of outgrown pants would change that. Although watching him stubbornly squeeze into his old baseball warmups was a delight.
You paused the movie from the couch and asked, “What are you grumbling about?”
“My ass hurts. What do you think?”
Rolling your eyes and grinning you replied, “Want me to make it better baby? C’mon you’ve been walking around like a wounded animal all day.”
Bucky’s pouty face came into view, his half up hair letting some strands fall into that handsome face. You patted the leather and hummed, “C’mon lover boy, lay down and I’ll get you right.” The brunette sighed, the tension leaving his big shoulders as he laid belly first on the couch, propping his head on your thigh, pressing a sweet kiss to your exposed skin. He chuckled, “You laid it hard on me.”
“I didn’t hear any complaints. I’ll be right back.”
He grabbed a pillow to prop his head on big arms, sighing again. Meanwhile you rifled through your bathroom to find some soothing lotion, a roller to ease the darkness of the bruises, and maybe some lube in case baby wanted to feel frisky. You were frisky thinking about getting your hands on that peach.
Coming back with your gear and a soft towel, Bucky idly watched as you placed them on the coffee table. Then you swung yourself across wonderfully thick thighs, planting your hands on pillowy cheeks— apologizing immediately to poor Buck. He hissed, “Careful now!”
Pressing a little smooch to his wide back lowered your lover’s hackles. You tapped a lovehandle and hummed, “Hips up- I gotta get these off now.” Bucky groaned and lifted his lower body, face flushing as you struggled to get them past chunky hips and his booty. The offending garment was carelessly tossed to the end of the couch, your eyes roving over his cheeks.
Stretch marks, faded now, littered the sides of them. Fresh pink ones adorned flared hips, matching the little ones on his chubby belly and inner thighs. You cooed, “Oh you’re so gorgeous babe. Perfect.” He harrumphed and squirmed a bit, ass wobbling with the movement.
You grabbed the big bottle of lotion and pumped a liberal glob into your hand. Placing it aside you watched him shift a bit more, eyes flicking backwards. The smell of menthol potent in the air you rubbed your palms together before gently applying your hands on those heavenly cheeks.
Bucky inhaled sharply, thighs jumping before settling again, you shushing and cooing. In wide circles you spread out the lotion, careful not to dig and get all the welts and bruises covered. “You’ll feel so much better baby, yeah?”
Half muffled he murmured, “Mhmm, feels good.”
You rubbed a bit deeper now, making sure the lotion soaked in, teasingly sliding a thumb across his crack, earning a strangled noise. Quietly came the mini-roller, you warning, “This might be a bit uncomfortable, okay babe?” He shrugged, obviously in paradise. You made sure to focus on the big bruises, dispel some of that blood clotted up. Bucky stiffened a bit, eventually a little moan slipping out.
You stopped your movements, smiling at his predictable reaction. Such a little masochist. Returning to your work, no less than five agonizing minutes later, Bucky huffed, “Fuck baby, you’re killing me.” He turned once again, cheeks reddened and lips obviously swollen from him gnawing. Playing dumb you cocked your head and asked, “Am I being too rough? I’m sorry. I can stop.”
He furrowed his brows and glared, a look to kill.
“N-no, m’fucking horny now. Felt too good.”
Both of your hands grabbed what malleable flesh of his ass you could. Clicking your tongue you purred, “Figured. So sensitive. Baby’s ass bruised like an overripe peach. Don’t worry Buck.” You teasingly pried his thick cheeks apart to breathe against his hole, extra responsive from the menthol, “Greedy thing.”
He moaned, sounded like it was ripped out from sheer need. A ragged ‘please’. Your eyes flickered to the lube but wanted a more direct approach right now. He liked his ass getting eaten out anyways, as much as Buck bristled when you brought it up later. Ego ego ego.
You laved your tongue over his pucker, lips uncontrollably splitting at the way he pushed back immediately, threatening to suffocate you. Whatever, dying by ass wouldn’t be too bad. Broad flat strokes would suffice to get Buck all slick. Then you’d point your tongue and flick at the sensitive rim.
He cried your name, big hand slapping against the leather of the arm rest. Your greedy hands groped and rubbed at the fattened globes, thumbs digging in to surely make more marks. Bucky tossed his pretty head back, whining when you jabbed your tongue forward, breaching the tight muscle just a hair.
“Fuckfuckfuck— you! God! Don’t stop!”
You weren’t going to, slurping and lapping in fervent motions. You spread him wider out, Bucky’s legs following suit, exposing those pretty stretch-marks you thought about earlier. He was trembling and babbling now, making moony eyes at you as engorged pink lips moved. He reached another hand down and began to jerk at his leaky cock, noises growing in pitch.
You didn’t let up, smacking a pudgy thigh in excitement. Buck howled, hips relentlessly forced against your tongue. He hoarsely shouted your name, excess flesh quaking as he unloaded onto his fist and the leather, falling back down with an aborted whine.
With a final suck you leaned back and wiped your mouth, sated with your work here. Now your hands gently rubbed circles on his butt, thumbs swiping oh-so-gentle. “Best damn ass on campus baby, fuck, I’d worship it some more.”
Bucky slurred, “Gimme a’sec hnghhhh.”
You returned to adding another layer of soothing lotion, content to play with your baby’s fat ass until further notice.
195 notes · View notes
mylevisdontfitanymore · 4 months
Note
FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION: VOODOO WEIGHT GAIN. Anything that happens to the voodoo doll, happens to the person it's moulded after. You stuff the doll with more fluff, and the person's belly grows. You dunk the doll in beer or a glass of wine, it soaks into the fabric and the person gets wasted. You rub at the doll's privates, and you hear startled moaning from the other room. I don't know, I just saw the idea on DeviantArt and I think that it has a lot of potential..
*Note: I, the author of this silly, kinky, little Tumblr fic, am white. And because of the past association between white people saying “voodoo” and cruelty towards people of color, I will not be using the term “voodoo doll.” I know nothing good or bad was necessarily meant by your ask, grey-faced anon user 😊, but I just don’t want to use that! So I’m going to say magic doll 🤷🏻‍♂️*
Tumblr media
I FUCKING LOVE THIS IDEA.
JESUS CHRIST.
I AM SO FUCKING HERE FOR THIS.
Immediately, immediately, when you sent this to me I had a whole fucking AU in my head. This idea gives rich-man-Rogers and house-husband-boy-toy-Bucky…
Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink. Mostly rapid and magical weight gain, some vague dubious concent vibes but not really, etc.
I am picturing the full fantasy.
Steve is rich as fuck and is the CEO of his successful company. Whatever that is, it’s not important. What is important is that Steve is older than Bucky and is taller and bigger than him, too. Bucky is younger and twinkier. He’s sweet and needy *cough* slutty *cough*. Steve has needs too, though. Needs that are a special kind and can’t be met by just anyone, so rather than sorting through the whole fucking mess that is dating and sparking a new romance… he turns to hire someone who he can take his needs out on. A sex worker.
Steve hires a sex worker.
Specifically, Steve hires Bucky, striking up an exclusive contract with him. He wants Bucky to live with him, he wants Bucky to be ready for use at any time he needs him, and he wants Bucky to - within his limits - give into all of Steve’s dirtiest fantasies.
One of these fantasies is having a boy at home who is at his every beck and call, and who is totally, completely spoiled. Not bratty, but spoiled.
And Steve wants the evidence of Bucky’s spoiling to be on full display. He wants his houseboy - his toy - to be soft. Pale skin completely bare. Waxed, not shaved. Skin lotioned extensively. Soft. Clothed in the finest silk and lace and the like. Manners perfect. Not all skin and bones, not all bulky muscle, but fat and padded as if he’s never had to work a day in his life and is instead doughy and excessive. Always sitting on his comfortable, cushy backside.
Yeah… 🫦
Steve has specific tastes.
But Steve also has more than enough money to acquire said specific tastes. He has so much money, in fact, that he can afford to commission a small, hand-sewn, delicate doll from one of Natasha’s highest-recommended contacts. Said contact is secretive, illusive, and extensively expensive, but she agrees to Steve’s wants immediately, claiming she has just the thing and he doesn’t need to keep explaining, so… Steve has no complaints.
Steve has no complaints whatsoever, reclining in his desk chair with his belt and slacks undone, dick out, at his heavy wooden desk in his private office at work, the top floor, his solid wood door locked, with his personal secretary blocking all of his calls. On his otherwise spotless desk, there are two things: one is his laptop, and the other is a pile of fiber fill stuffing. In one hand he’s holding that little magic doll. Meanwhile, Steve’s other hand is poised to pack some of that stuffing into the doll’s body. But Steve isn’t looking at the doll, nor at the pile of awaiting stuffing, he’s looking at his laptop. The thing that is so interesting on his laptop is Bucky.
In perfect, crystal-clear quality the security camera feed from his penthouse is sprawled across the big screen. The penthouse he’s sharing with his contracted boy toy.
Bucky.
He’s been watching Bucky wander around, cleaning (Steve would prefer if he didn’t, he really does want Bucky helpless and spoiled, but he knows the younger man would go stir crazy if he didn’t have something to do, so he allows it), just waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
And…
Now is good, right?
Yeah.
Now is good.
So, Steve pushes a big, thick wad of stuffing into the doll and watches, dick jerking, as Bucky’s silence is interrupted by a cacophony of noise - all at once, his boy toy’s sweatpants rip to shreds and his toy lets out a sound that’s half-whimper, half-moan. He’s totally startled by the sudden woomph of his ass tripling, maybe even quadrupling, in size. Bucky is so blatantly confused that he ends up stumbling forward, nearly falling over but catching himself barely. With the flurry of movement, his ass jiggles.
Oh, Lord, Steve groans.
Big and fat.
Perfectly fat.
Bucky’s ass is unreal. It was before, firm and round, but now it is impossibly unreal. There’s no texture of dimpling cellulite and no striped stretch marks over the delicious surface of Bucky’s suddenly exposed ass. It’s perfect. Untouched. Unmarred. Only fat.
Bucky looks, well, Steve has started gnawing on his lower lip without realizing it, drawing blood already, so, it’s easy to say that he looks edible. Such a big ass on the most perfect, good-est boy. And Bucky is such a good boy that when he recovers, whimpering, after a brief, pornographic moment of groping himself, squeezing handfuls of fat where it’s mounding up behind him and twisting sharply around to try and investigate what has happened to his body, he just… goes on.
He keeps cleaning.
Steve is floored.
Oh, this is going to be so, so much more fun than he thought.
Bucky keeps cleaning as if nothing happened.
The only difference is now, Bucky is trying to stifle his precious little whines and he keeps sucking in sharp breaths like he’s embarrassed to let it show that he likes his shiny, new thick ass despite, to his knowledge, being completely alone. Unobserved.
Steve makes a whine of his own, a bitten-off, growling whine, but a whine nevertheless, when Bucky pauses cleaning to arch his back like he’s testing out how it might feel to get fucked with such a fat ass - like having such a big, heavy ass makes him feel sexy and he can’t help it. Immediately, Steve wants to make it better. He wants to make it worse. 😈 He wants to stuff as much stuffing as he can fit into the little doll’s chest to pack Bucky’s tits full of soft, malleable fat. If his boy likes how it feels to have fat, thick curves in the “right” places, then he’s going to give it to him. And then he’s going to ruin it by adding fat to the “wrong” places, too. He’s going to fatten him up. He’s going to make him huge with no effort at all.
Maybe he shouldn’t just give Bucky a taste of what it’s like to be curvy and sexy in a traditionally feminine way, all ass and tits, maybe he should pack him full of stuffing right this second, and see what he does, see how he preens and arches his back and touches himself, see how he spends his day alone, unknowing that Steve is peeping in on him, watching him get off to excess. Despite the dangerous pull... Steve doesn’t. Steve has self-control. Sometimes.
So. He lets it drag on…
He lets Bucky enjoy his fat ass for close to an hour. He simply watches, drooling and passively jerking off, as Bucky waddles around the penthouse, his ass wobbling and jiggling as he walks. His footsteps are much heavier than normal under the weight of his monstrous ass.
Bucky has removed his ruined sweatpants, but he hasn’t taken off his shirt. It should look silly. It doesn’t. It’s sexy as hell. Steve’s going to make him tear his way out of that shirt, too. He’s going to watch it be ripped to shreds. 😮‍💨
With another wave of lust, Steve decides he’s done waiting and he launches into action. He stuffs the doll again, focusing on a new, irresistible part of Bucky’s body that he wants to make even more irresistible by swelling him.
And instantly, with the doll stuffed, Bucky balloons.
His thighs, this time, widen with another sudden whoomph of magic.
His now colossal thighs match his ass delightfully. Thick and perfect. Doughy blubber that has to weigh too much for Steve to lift, despite his extensive gym routine.
Bucky moans outright this time. He’s less confused, too. He just accepts it. This is him now. The perfect, moldable toy. Adaptive and dumb.
Perfect.
He takes to the new fat packed onto his frame like a fish takes to water. Although… he’s nowhere near as physically graceful as that metaphor, Steve is talking purely about how Bucky reacts emotionally to seeing himself swell like a mound of dough left in the oven to proof overnight. Expanding. Bucky can hardly seem to walk now. His lower half is so puffy, so swollen that he’s waddling. Swaggering. Wobbling. All that fat moves captivatingly, jiggling in slow, swollen waves like the ocean after an intense storm. And because Bucky can’t walk anymore, Bucky plops down onto the nearby sofa. So heavy and overgrown that Steve’s expensive, expensive couch lets out a loud creak. Bucky swears, sounding panicked, but not too panicked to get up again and not too panicked to not start touching himself again.
His hands first make contact with his fat ass, squeezing inches of padding between his thumb and fingers at the sides of his body where his ass spills out away his hip flexors.
Steve feels a little faint. He feels more faint when Bucky scoots his thighs apart, setting them wider with a heavy, bothered sigh - they’re not only so fat that he can’t walk, they’re so fat that it’s hard to move.
Christ.
Bucky and this little doll are the best things that Steve has ever paid for. He swears. Then, Bucky moans, drawing his attention back to him and away from his money, the needy, little big minx.
Steve wants to give Bucky everything.
Steve takes the biggest ball of stuffing this far and packs it into the doll’s belly until its seams creak.
The force of the sudden fat being added to Bucky’s poor frame is so intense, whoomph, that Bucky is thrown back against the sofa. His head is thrown back too, eyes rolling to the back of his head, neck arched attractively, mouth hanging open, sweat appearing on his skin all at once. His skin. Oh, God, Steve growls to himself, he’s so fucking delighted that he’s recording all of this footage because he’s going to spend the rest of his life sneaking away into whatever nearby bathroom or closest or bedroom or wherever he can to replay the way Bucky’s shirt bursts off him, getting off to it.
The sound of the seams ripping, popping, and fabric shredding mixing orgasmically with Bucky’s cry of pleasure. Filled more than he could’ve ever dreamed of. Made so impossibly round that he’s stuck to the creaking, overburdened couch.
His gut fills all of the space in front of him.
The surface is taut like a drum and as round as a globe. Totally unmarred. No stretch marks, no bruises, not even the flush of skin struggling to contain so much blubber. He looks incredible. Mouth-watering. Pale. Fat. He’s rising like dough. And there’s only one thing left to do…
Steve stuffs his tits too, watching the way Bucky squirms, the way he writhes on the expensive, luxury couch as if he’s orgasming on the spot. So filled that he can’t take it anymore. He can’t hold anything in. He can’t keep himself from screaming. He can’t stop himself from coming. A blimp. A fat, excessive blimp sitting on top of a monstrous, thick ass and immense thighs with a belly that stretches out past his fat knees, so big and round that it shoves equally over-fattened tits up to his face, leaving him choking on them. He is overripe. Moaning with abandon, lost in the throws of pleasure from being so thoroughly gorged.
Swollen.
Filled.
(Here's part two)
104 notes · View notes
achubbydumpling · 21 days
Text
The Struggles of Being Too Fat for Fat Camp
This was inspired by an incredible video by @lardfill. Sadly, I can't find a current link to the video and I only have it as an mp4. But basically the entire second part in the kitchen is inspired by that.
Rating: Explicit Words: 2387 Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Teasing, Name-Calling, pig, Bucky calls himself a pig, Belly Kink, No Lube, ...dish soap, it's inspired by a real video!, Fat Bucky Barnes, literally getting off from his own fat, Extreme Weight Gain, Mobility Struggles, out of breath, modern AU, Established Relationship
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Read the series on AO3
The inevitable conversation about moving in together came up earlier than Bucky had expected. Just after he’d entered cabin 13 Steve had already stood in the doorway, knocked on the door frame and wrung his hands.
“I’ve got a flat in town. Just until the end of summer, but, you know, you could move in. If you wanted to.”
Of course, Bucky had agreed to spend the rest of the summer there. No useless dieting rules that he wasn’t going to follow anyway, no annoying team sports and activities, and no one that expects him to lose any weight.
When they finally lived together, it didn’t take long for them to settle into a comfortable routine living together.
Steve would get up early to go for a run and to make breakfast. While Bucky spent another hour just lounging in bed with the sun shining on his face, slowly waking up to the quiet sounds of Steve moving around the kitchen.
However, today Bucky woke up to the soft press of Steve’s lips to his temple and his hand gently squeezing his plush side.
“Morning, sleepy head.” Steve could barely hide his amusement at Bucky’s wide-eyed look around. When he noticed Steve wearing his counsellor uniform already, Bucky tried to sit up. His efforts were hindered by the heavy weight of his belly.
“What time is it?” Bucky had to build up a bit of momentum first and Steve ultimately helped him scoot back to rest against the headboard.
“Almost half nine.”
Bucky sighed, “Wanted to eat breakfast with you.”
Steve’s expression softened and he tucked a stray strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.
"I didn't want to wake you up if I didn't have to."
Bucky couldn’t stop the warmth that bubbled up inside him. It built into a fond smile that pulled at his lips.
“Tomorrow?” he asked.
“Tomorrow.” Steve pulled a serious expression before he broke out into a smile again. “Do you want to stay in bed a bit longer or some help getting up before I leave?”
The sleep-warm duvet tempted Bucky to stay a bit longer, but he could feel the beginnings of hunger coil in his stomach. So, he stretched his arms out towards Steve, who gripped his hands tightly. Together they got Bucky on his feet and out of the bedroom in no time. Alone Bucky would’ve probably taken twice as long just to get up, but he needed fewer breaks when he could lean some of his weight on Steve.
Still, just the few weeks he had spent living with Steve had resulted in even more weight piling onto his already morbidly obese body. While Bucky didn’t feel much heavier, his doughy belly had gotten wider and softer and increasingly unwieldy. Where he used to be able to grab a good roll, now the fat was so pliable it almost slid out of his grip of its own volition.
This new development also led to his belly working more and more against him when Bucky tried to walk. It weighed on his thighs and swayed between his thighs with every step. The heavy swing always in opposition to the leg he needed to bring forward. His breathing was laboured from the moment he heaved himself out of bed and the sofa creaked dangerously beneath him he plopped down on it.
Steve placed the small folding table in front of Bucky and started loading it with a veritable breakfast buffet until it bowed under the weight of all the plates. Sweet and savoury, a stack of pancakes soaked in maple syrup, thick cut slices of bread with margarine melting into it and sprinkled with garden cress, two cinnamon rolls the size of Bucky’s palm and a bowl of thick, oatmeal topped with spoonfuls of peanut butter and halved plums.
“Here.” Steve handed Bucky a piece of grapefruit. “It’s really good. I had some for breakfast.” Steve smiled at the ground and shuffled his feet. ”Wanted to share.”
Bucky waited until Steve looked back up to say, “Thank you.”
“I’ll make dinner tonight, ok?”
“I don’t know when I’ll be back. Fury planned some competition for the campers that could take until the evening,” Steve paused and grinned when he remembered the last year Bucky spent at camp,“or just a few minutes.”
With a kiss and a promise to call before the end of his shift Steve left the flat. Bucky could finally dig into the food Steve had prepared for him.
It didn’t take long for him to feel full, but Bucky didn’t get to his current size by stopping when he was full. With the bread and oatmeal gone, he started on the pancakes. The carbs were laying heavily in his stomach, he felt the familiar bloat settle in.
So, he set about eating the thick slices of freshly baked bread. His initial plan was to force them down quickly so he would be finished before the bloating really caught up to him, but when he bit into the first slice, he couldn’t help himself slowing down to savour it.
The crust crackled between his teeth and the soft middle was soaked through from the thick spread of margarine. On his first bite he noticed the faint taste of other herbs as well. The tang of the sourdough bread spread on his tongue and Bucky couldn’t hold back the content hum at the combination of the taste and texture of the still hand-warm bread.
Bucky warmed up the cinnamon rolls in the microwave and ate them as a late morning snack. Yesterday’s leftovers served as lunch to keep him comfortably full into the afternoon.The hours of stuffing slowly transitioned into himwatching TV, burping his way through the bloat and rubbing away the tightness in his stomach
After nursing away most of the pain, Bucky finally pulled out his laptop to work on some of his course assignments for after the semester break, but the contentment of a lazy morning and a still-full belly had him falling asleep on the couch without meaning to.
The late afternoon sun warmed Bucky’s face as he blearily opened his eyes. He groaned when he saw the low battery warning on his laptop. Bucky checked the clock — almost five — and then his phone for any messages from Steve. Even though a lazy sort of hunger curled at the back of Bucky’s mind when he looked down at himself he could still see the bloat from his extended breakfast. He could still feel the heavy weight of the food in his stomach.
Not for the first time Bucky was surprised just by how fat he was — how much fatter he was getting every day. He pulled his shirt up and splayed his hands over his upper belly, he couldn’t even cover half of it. Then he trailed lower, grabbed onto his sides and hefted his belly up to let it drop down again. It rippled through the fat all over his body and his dick gave an interested twitch.
I’m getting so fat, was all Bucky could think when he saw his belly continuing to move on its own like this. The smallest movement making it shake and jiggle, his fat moving in waves across his body. He grabbed the sides of his belly again and let it drop into his lap. Then he tried to reach over it, he reached his belly button and about a handbreadth beneath it, but he couldn’t actually reach the lowest part of his belly.Thick arousal started to cloud his mind.
“Fuck,” Bucky groaned and scooted lower on the sofa. His hands dug almost painfully into the fat on his sides. He noticed how it spilled over the edge of the sofa even though he was pressed into the cushions of the backrest. Just exploring all this new softness had him half hard under the heavy overhang on his thighs. But he wanted to feel out the changes to his body some more.
His hands came up to his moobs and he lifted them each up and let them drop through his hands again. Bucky skimmed his finger over his nipples, they felt even more sensitive with just the weight he’d put on living with Steve, stretched out from gaining weight even there. He’d never really had pecs, always soft even at his lowest weight.
Bucky tried to get more comfortable. He splayed his legs as wide as he could, but the couch was barely wide enough to fit his entire body. He bent his knee and tried to get his heavy belly to pool to one side, to give him access to his dick.
Every one of his movements was followed by a grunt, just trying to move himself into position, a difficult task for someone Bucky’s size. He tried to heft his belly up and to the side, out of the way so he could finally get his fingers on his dick that was growing harder underneath his fat pad.
With his belly hanging over the side of the couch, however, it only felt like he was about to be pulled off by its weight. Bucky rolled more onto his side, angled his knee more, but no matter what all he could reach were his thigh rolls and his fat pad, he couldn’t actually get to his buried dick.
He tried one more time, adjusting his position and trying to work his way along his fat pad, but the furthest he ever managed to reach was just barely skimming the tips of his fingers over the tip of his dick.
“Fuck,” Bucky breathed. Oh, God, I’m too fat to jerk off.
His emotions were all over the place. Partly in awe at how big he’d eaten himself, slightly shocked he’d ever let himself get this fat, but most importantly so incredibly turned on and he couldn’t do anything about it. Unless he got up and tried again in bed — more room to spread his legs and get his belly out of the way.
He pushed the folding table to the side and prepared himself to get up. His lower belly was trapped against his thighs, so he grabbed at that lowest roll to move the heavy overhang to droop between his legs. Then he scooted forward.
He couldn’t help the noises he made, moving this much mass forced grunts and sighs from his straining lungs. Once he got his body right to the edge of the sofa, he rocked back and forth to build up the momentum to get to his feet. The couch had been sagging lower every day, so he had to cover an even greater distance just to stand up.
Might as well get something to eat for after. So, instead of heading to the bedroom Bucky turned to the kitchenette. They kept snacks in the cupboards above the kitchen. Bucky was craving something salty and headed for the right side.
Opening the cupboard wasn't too difficult since Bucky could just grab the bottom of the door. However, reaching the chips he wanted was a different story. Of course, his favourites were high on the second level.
Bucky stretched upwards, going up on his toes just for his finger tips to barely graze the package.
The cold countertop pressing against Bucky’s belly startled him, but the enticing snack kept him going.
As he moved closer to try and reach the cupboard his fat pad pressed against the counter too and when he stretched up his fat pad almost spilled onto it. His belly and fat pad rubbing together against the cold hard counter.
That's when he got the idea.
He should have gone to the bedroom.
He should have lied down, gotten comfortable and used some actual lube, but he was here and horny and some watery dish soap seemed good enough for lubrication.
His inhales were stumbling over each other, a strangled sound and he had to slow down to actually take a breath. He lifted his belly, blindly searching for his fat pad before finally grabbing it and maneouvering his dick to rest on the counter too. When he let go of his belly, it added the most incredible pressure.
He could barely lift his entire belly up and then it slapped right back onto the counter, he moved on to just jiggling it, letting the counter take most of the weight of the fat apron on his front and just moving it by shaking and grabbing rolls all over it, letting the fat rub over his dick. Relishing in the feeling of having gained so much weight that he could fuck his own fat.
“Fat fucking pig,” Bucky said to himself in between wheezing breaths. Steve always defaulted to praise, but sometimes Bucky needed that humiliation. Someone telling him how much fatter he was gonna get if he kept eating more.
“Gonna get bigger, fatter.” Bucky’s thrusts were becoming erratic, his muscles were shaking with the effort to keep his hips driving forward against the counter.
“Please,” Bucky could barely get the word out with how ragged his breathing had gotten. Begging someone, anyone to let him come before his legs gave out.
A dull, tight pain had started settling in his joints, lactic acid built up in his thigh muscles. Still he kept up the shallow thrusts, even as it became increasingly difficult to command his body to keep going.
"Fuck," Bucky grunted, "I'm such a pig."
He tried to wrap his arms around his belly to adjust it one last time. So close to coming, racing against exhaustion. The very body he was getting off to, threatening to cut his orgasm short.
One last grunt and he was finally rewarded. Thick spurts of cum painting his belly, mixing with the soap suds.
His legs were shaking, knees threatening to buckle. He was holding himself up on the counter though his arms also quickly tired. With a last effort he made it to the chair in the kitchen and let himself fall down on it.
"What a work out," Bucky chuckled to himself, reverently running his hands over his belly.
And then his gaze fell on the chips packet that was tilting out of the cupboard, perfectly in reach if Bucky just stretched up a little.
50 notes · View notes
Tumblr media
motivation  - a modern fluffy stucky AU with chubby Bucky, trainer Steve.
Art by @buckybearsdoodles
“But I don’t know a thing about being a spotter,” Bucky protested, understanding full well he was about ten seconds away from giving in and doing it anyway.
“It’s really easy,” Steve crooned, with his deep voice that was much more seductive over the phone. “All you have to do is kiss me on the downs. Make sure I don’t fall any more than I already have.”
See the art and read the chapter on AO3!
367 notes · View notes
bucknastysbabe · 1 year
Text
Mirror, Mirror - 40’s AU
Tumblr media
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Sub!chubby!bucky, SSR au, 40’s au, dom!afab!reader, kinky idiots in love, TW: wg mention, Howard Stark’s Secret Sex Toy Line, men in lingerie, mirror sex, handjobs, humiliation kink, pnv!sex, slight description of subspace, man tears, house renovations or implementing ideas for kinky sex you be the judge
Bucky could be so clueless sometimes. It was endearing. You were watching your husband drill and set up the huge mirror in the living room. You’d been reading too many magazines and have fallen in love with the ‘streamline deco’ interior design. Visiting Howard’s house a while back only intensified it.
Your husband was a man of course and could care less. He claimed, “As long as I have a warm bed and my best girl with me.” The sap. When you and Bucky got hitched and moved in, your mothers decorated the place. So it looked like a sunshine floral nightmare from the 30’s.
You’d pestered your husband with magazine cut outs and ogling at furniture stores and catalogues to no avail. One day you sighed, “I guess I’ll have to hire some guys to help me out.” Jealously button tapped, now here you were watching the brunette work the huge mirror into the wall.
He stepped back and wiped from sweat from his brow, gesturing to the monstrous mirror. Bucky hummed, “Looks good huh honey?” You hugged him from behind, grinning toothily. “Oh it’s perfect baby, thank you. Everything is going to look great!”
He stepped back and surveyed the mirror some more, chuckling, “Don’t know why you had to get the biggest damn mirror in town though.” You shrugged, “It’s part of the design— you just don’t listen when I show you.” He rolled his eyes and turned to look at you, smirking. You cooed, “Go take a shower and I’ll get to cooking dinner okay?”
“Yes ma’am,” he saluted.
Bucky rounded the corner and you couldn’t help but giggle. Yes, the piece was exactly what you wanted. But there were some other ideas in mind. Bad, dirty things you wanted to do to your puppy. Oh he was going to lose it too, Buck got so damn shy. Regardless of the multitude of humiliating things you put the sweet baby through.
Padding to the drawer of lingerie made for your lover you snatched up a fiery red. It would look cute when his cheeks got all red from sniveling. You put the skimpy lace on the drawer and searched around for a notepad. In neat cursive you wrote, “Wear these under your night clothes if you’re feeling up to it sweet boy.”
Bucky was feeling up to it about all the time so you expected him to follow along. Padding back into the kitchen you began making an easy casserole and some greens. There were some reheatable cinnamon rolls if he wanted that.
“I need to watch my weight,” you could hear him whine. While eating seconds. Bucky was never very good at denying himself and his wants now that he got a second chance at life. Certainly not selfish of course, just a bit…greedy. Better than what could’ve been, you remind yourself.
Bucky shuffled into the dining room, cheeks flushed as expected. He croaked, “What do you have planned now?” You placed a hot dish on the table, dressed as the perfect housewife per usual. You hummed, “You’ll see. Sit down and eat. You’ve worked hard today honey.”
He gave you a wary look, but sat down like the good boy he was. The pair of you ate in anticipated silence, Bucky forking his food down quickly. You chided, “Slow down. You’ll ruin the fun with a bellyache.” The Sargeant muttered a weak ‘sorry’ and slowed his roll.
“Are you wearing what I asked you to?”
He trembled ever-so-slightly, blue orbs flicking down submissively. Bucky half-whined, “Yes ma’am. It’s all on.” You prodded further, “Fit okay?” Bucky squirmed in his seat, putting down his generous helping of food. He whispered something.
“What was that baby?”
“S’tight. Need bigger ones,” Buck grumbled.
You sipped your small glass of wine, humming, “I’ll be sure to order some more. Although I like them on the tight side. Looks good on my chubby Buckybear.” You got a whine out of that, his metal hand digging into the wood of his chair roughly.
You waved a hand, “Go on and finish my food baby, then I’ll show you what I have planned.” Pouty blues and poked lips graced you instead of obedience. Bucky begged, “M’okay now what is it? Show me please baby? I’ve eaten enough.” He palmed his belly and grimaced, “Really. I can have the rest as leftovers. You know I love your cooking.”
He seemed miserable and needy enough that you grabbed his warm hand over the table and squeezed. Flashing a genuine smile you cooed, “Clothes off in the living room, be on the couch while I clean up James.” He nodded eagerly, stacking up his plates and rushing out. You let your husband’s begging slide for this once because this little idea would be intense for the shy little thing.
Oh fuck cleaning, you wanted your man.
He waited, tapping a foot impatiently, a pillow secured over his fluffy belly. Bucky’s eyes widened on your appearance in the doorway, full lips falling open to gasp your name. You rolled your eyes playfully, explaining, “I thought about you by your lonesome in here and couldn’t help myself. Y’miss me stud?”
Bucky nodded eagerly, smiling like a goof as he exclaimed, “So, so much babydoll. What’cha got in mind, c’mere c’mere please?” His big blue eyes tugged at your lower belly, making you bite your red lips like a nervous schoolgirl. You strode over to the record player and put on some Tommy Dorsey. Quietly, of course, Buck’s cute little whines were more important.
You had already haphazardly tossed off your apron and now busied yourself undoing your blouse before stopping yourself. Bucky whined, “Clothes on this time?”
“Part of the plan Sarge. Almost forgot myself. You get a little peak- it’s about halfway undone.”
He frowned a bit, shifting on the couch. All while in that fiery lingerie. You stepped in front of him, curling a hand in dark locks, Bucky pressing his face between your tits with a soft exhale of relief. You cooed, “If it’s too much, you better let me know bear. Red, green, yellow, and tap some Morse if ya’ can’t talk.” Muffled by your tits he affirmed, “Yes ma’am.” Big hands had laid themselves on your ass, squeezing greedily.
You truly were in a giving mood today.
“Okay now baby, need you on your ass in front of that pretty new mirror you worked so hard on,” you said, sickly sweet. Bucky jerked his head back in shock, eyes searching your own to make sure you weren’t joking. Removing his hands from your rear you restated, “C’mon then pup, use the pillow to sit on if you need to. This is the big surprise dummy.”
Bucky sulked and did so, casting forlorn expressions back over a thick shoulder. You playfully pulled at his hair before stating, “Be right back babyboy, lemme grab some stuff.” He whined in discomfort, arms crossing. You quickly gathered Howard’s device and plenty of KY.
Back into the living room you slid down behind Bucky, kissing the nape of his neck. The brunette pouted, “Hate when ya’ leave me lookin’ stupid like this.” You nipped his ear and apologized, “Sorry baby, forgot to grab the stuff beforehand.”
You pushed Bucky slightly forward, getting a view of his ass and heavy balls. He was on his knees currently, you’d spread him out nice and good later. Bucky inhaled sharply through his nose, hands gripping his knees roughly. You lubed up the toy and asked, “Want to feel the stretch or take it slow? I got the vibrating toy.”
He remained silent before blurting, “No, no, now, please?”
Your tits flush to his back, thighs spread around his frame you moaned, “You got it sweet thing.” Regardless of plea you still applied some lube to his tight pucker, deviously snatching the panties to the side with a snap! Bucky’s head fell back on your shoulder, groaning deeply, marveling the sensation.
You slid the toy in slowly, the toy making its way with minimal assistance. Sleek but heavy. Bucky squirmed harder and gasped when the toy settled on his sweet spot. Oh yes, Tony had made 2.0 of his original design, one that would milk your boy dry. Bucky shuddered, panting, “Oh-oh sheesh, baby? Sumn’ different bout this one.” You breathily exhaled, “I got Howie to make a specialized one for me. So I can wear my needy pup out.”
“Oh godddd. Fuck.”
Using your still lubed hand you rearranged ordered your husband to spread wide and lean back into your frame, that way everything was exposed to the mirror. You could drool at the bra looking full in the dim light and slight softness of Bucky’s chest. His belly was cut in half, rolling out from the garter. You pinched a sweet fatty roll and cooed.
Bucky shut his eyes, begging, “Oh baby, come on!” You demanded, “Look at your pretty damn body or I won’t touch your cock once. Look up bear.” Bucky’s watery blue eyes reluctantly drug upward, gazing at himself in the dimmed light. He whined through his nose, ass shoving back between your thighs.
“Aren’t you just so gorgeous baby? My slut all wrapped up nicely,” you kissed along his neck, eyes flickering up to the mirror murmuring, “Angel baby.” You cupped a strong pec and squeezed, the brunette gasping and moaning. Your husband managed a weak, “I- mmh- look s’softtt.”
Buck’s throat bobbed as he seemed transfixed on the reflection. Thick thighs spread wide to show his barely concealed cock— thick and leaking under a scrap of lace. You tucked your chin on his shoulder and snapped the garter once against his belly, earning a whiny yelp and shiver.
You unclipped the belt to the stockings, shoving the tight thing down Buck’s pudgy midsection. He took the rest off in a hurry, almost sighing in relaxation, but cheeks flushing up again when he saw the deep red indentation across his tummy. You were still trying to be nice but found yourself teasing, “Workouts with Johnson going well, yeah? Hafta’ move down to those size 34’s.”
Bucky pouted and tore his gaze away. No, no, no. You couldn’t have that. Grabbing his stubbled jaw you tilted your love’s gaze back up and growled into his ear, “Buck, I’m kidding because I think you’re the most handsome man to walk this planet. Whatever pant size you wear. But I need you to watch yourself, ‘kay?”
He nodded, eyes watering up again, lips trembly. You fiddled around for the remote and put it on the first level, Sarge jolting with a sharp cry. Skimming a manicured hand down his tummy you pulled that gorgeous prick out, biting your lip. Slowly you jerked the taught flesh, cum already leaking out due to the toy.
Bucky arched his back, unsure whether to bounce to jostle the toy or fuck into your hand. He moaned frustratedly, eyes dark and intense in the mirror. Using your other hand you pulled back his extra skin so you could cup and stimulate the tip of his ruddy cock.
Bucky wailed, eyes closing for a split second before making contact with your own. He was moaning harshly, chest contracting in short bursts. You cooed, “Yeahh that’s my good boy, mhm, keep singing for me.” The brunette sobbed as you slid your thumb across his slit, “M’your hah-ah good boy!”
You typically were content just using your husband until he was a limp noodle but your pussy was swollen and achy from this new show. You cooed in sarge’s ear, “Bear, bein’ so good you got me needy. Want your cock in me pup? Think you can handle that?”
He blubbered a litany of yesses, pleases, babbbbyyyys, and many other unintelligible noises of pure want. You grinned goofily, rubbing his quivering body, cooing, “Settle down, I’m not going anywhere puppy.” He swallowed and those blue eyes watched you expectantly. God your husband made you feel like you could take over the world when he did that.
Patting his cheek you clambered in front of him, on your hands and knees. Bucky asked softly, “C-can I please take off your skirt? Please honey?” You got up on your haunches and nodded, back to undoing your blouse and tossing it away. Bucky made quick work of your skirt, starting up again about your underwear.
“Take it off, c’mere,” you sighed.
The radiating heat of his body made you shiver excitedly, sending your thighs to clenching again. You turned to kiss your husband while his big hands took their time undoing your remaining clothes. He was a good kisser, sweeping you in easily. The pair of you took it slow, breaking apart to pant and coo nonsense.
His cock had nestled between your ass cheeks and you slowly rolled back against it. Bucky’s big hands massaged your tits, rolling the buds of your nipples with soft groans. You sighed and licked into his hot tongue, nipping a plump lip. Your puppy was holding it together well, hadn’t dissolved into a puddle of goo.
Yet.
He nuzzled at your neck, blown pupils flicking up to your mirror image. Bucky whined so sweetly, voice raw, “Baby, sweets, can I fffu-fuck you now? M’gonna pop if I don’t.”
You assented, presenting yourself face-down, ass-up. Usually how Bucky ended up. What a strange night. The brunette’s shaky palms grabbed your hips as he dipped his heavy cock into your aching pussy. You moaned his name, lowering your back into an easy arch. Both of you cried out when he was seated.
Your gaze watched Bucky sniveling and sucking in breath from behind in the mirror. He mewled, “Ngh- oh fuck babyd-doll.” You breathed, “Yeah? Feel good? My puppy’s cock s’big.” You dropped your head at the stretch. “Jus’ gotta use it good baby, fuck your baby nice and hard.”
“I will, I will,” he promised, hair falling into his face as he vigorously nodded.
His eyes stayed on your own as he rolled into your cunt, the movement making him moan deeply. He sucked in another breath, whimpering, “Baby.” You let him breathe, he’d been such a good boy today regardless of the minor infractions.
“You got it, c’mon big guy,” you simpered.
Bucky gritted his jaw one time, that look of determination in his blues shone. He took you by surprise, rutting deeply inside and doing it again faster. You moaned in delight at the slaps of flesh, your husband’s cock rubbing that delicious spot. He was whining thinly, gasping and carrying on like this was his dying action.
You met him thrust for thrust, tits rubbing against the carpet, a surprise stimulation. You cried out, “Yes baby! Sweet puppy keep it up, making me so proud! Ahhfuck!” Bucky leaned over your prostrate frame, kissing and drooling. His tears wet your skin as the brunette split you open roughly.
His silvery hand curled around to swirl your swollen clit. He murmured brokenly against you, “Ngh- baby, cum for me please please m’so close don’t wa-wanna r-ruin oh god it!” He sobbed after, working you good and hard while falling to pieces.
You were sweaty and near delirious with pleasure, moaning like you were paid for it. Your belly was awash with heat, thighs trembling from his cock battering your sensitive insides. You turned to him, beckoning for a kiss. Once you swallowed down another sob of his you came.
Earth shaking, legs limp, mind-to-mush kind of orgasm. You cried out long and high, releasing all over Bucky in a gush of slick. Your pussy convulsed and twitched around him, already overspent. Your lids flicked open to watch Bear’s face crumple as he filled your cunt with his white hot cum.
He pulled you up flush to him, seeking to be close as possible as the intense orgasm hit him. Another possible side effect of super soldiers, they could cum for several intense minutes. So you cooed and let Bucky softly sob and mewl into your sweaty hair, cum dripping down your thighs from the sheer amount.
He settled into a soft pant, falling back ungracefully, you coming along with the fool. You turned to lay against his frame, swinging a leg over his thighs, tucking your head to his heaving chest. Bucky probably would be non-verbal by now with the mirror escapade.
You were content coddling and petting the soldier until he felt better. Bucky was your good, sweet boy after all. He kissed your cheek, humming idly to the record in the back. He had a soft smile on his pretty face. You locked that away in your memory box for safekeeping.
281 notes · View notes
Text
I want chubby bucky please give me chubby beefy bucky with his hands on my hips and him taking me from behind and his belly making smacking noises against my ass and I just want him to hold me and his lil belly and him being squishy and I'm drunk someone come get me
58 notes · View notes
Text
Okay okay, I know I said this before but I fr want to start writing again, but just at a slow tempo. Not hurry anything yk? So anyways. I mostly write weight gain stories but if anyone would like anything else hit me up.
Please send me requests :)
What you can request:
-Marvel (pretty much every character, but I mostly write bucky and Steve)
-stranger things (only male)
-star wars (obi-wan, anakin (or darth vader) and padme)
-brookyln nine nine (all characters)
-the office (all characters)
-panic! At the disco
-twenty one pilots
-knives out (benoit blanc, Marta and Benoit's boyfriend who's name I cant think of for a sec)
-Bo Burnham
If you want anything that's not on the list just ask :)
I am okay with writing about pretty much every kink but some things I'd like to discuss first.
That's all for now :)
12 notes · View notes
buckyalpine · 6 months
Text
Chubby Beefy Bucky x f reader
I'm in a slightly very feral mood today. Run now if you have common sense.
Bucky loves milk.
Your milk to be exact.
He also doesn't like to share.
I need him feral and unhinged when it comes to drinking from you. He's so desperate to taste your sweetness and it doesn't matter where.
He loves going on missions where it's just to two of you because as soon as you board the Jet, he's set the plane to auto pilot and he pulling down your tac suit.
Imagine this needy puppy tugging and pawing at you with his baby blue eyes and pink pouty lips, whining when your bra is too hard to take off. He doesn't think twice, ripping it down the center and taking a nipple into his mouth with a content sigh. He keeps you straddles on his wide lap and meaty thighs while you card your fingers through his soft brown hair.
He loves when you lay on your side so he can hitch his thick thigh over your waist, practically clinging onto you like a koala while nursing. He looks so soft and sweet and subby, his chubby cheek moving with his gentle suckles.
He’s so feral after a workout. It’s his favourite place to blow off steam, pumping weights and hitting up the punching bag. He can practically smell your sweet scent when you’re near by. He doesn’t hesitate, sitting up from his place on the bench and grabbing you, man handling you to face him on his lap again. He rips down the front of your sports bra, letting your breasts spill out.
“James!” You squeak, feeling the cool air from the gym hit your nipples. It doesn’t like long becuase he latches on immediately with a satisfied groan. When he’s especially worked up, he tugs his sweats down enough just to free his cock, jerking himself while he laps up your sweetness. He doesn’t care if some drips down his lips onto his chin and neck.
When he’s both needy and horny, he has your softness in his mouth, whining while taking your hand and shoving it down his pants to show you where he needs you badly. He ruts and humps against your hand while you palm his leaky erection. If he wasn’t nursing from you, there would be no way to control the way he moans when you start to stroke him, not stopping until you got all of his milk all for yourself-
Anyway, I know I need Jesus, I’m sorry, pls go about your day.
1K notes · View notes
teacupcollector · 2 years
Note
Holy fuck bro i just read your"A Love Sweeter The Sugar" and its the best thing i think ive ever read.
Do you plan on turning it into a series cause i think that would be the best thing(only if your up to it)
Anyways ily and i hope yiu have a good day :D
<3
Thank you so much for enjoying it! I want to make it a series, but as of right now I need to focus on the series that need to be finished.
7 notes · View notes
angrythingstarlight · 8 months
Note
Tell me this isn't our sweet Baker!Bucky
Tumblr media
That was Bucky that night he thought he was lost😂. The only thing he knew was that he wanted his sweet Peach.
Tumblr media
Pairing: Chubby Baker!Bucky x Reader
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Bucky will always flirt with you, especially when he's tipsy. You've learned not to joke that you're taken because drunk Bucky gets devastated at the thought of you being with someone else.
"You–you seein' anyone? You want a boyfriend?" Bucky asks with a drunken, hopeful grin. "I'm all yours if you want me."
You cradle his face in your hands, giggling when he melts into your touch. "I have a boyfriend," you tease, squeezing his soft, bearded cheeks. "Remember?"
Bucky's already asked you out twice tonight while at the new bakery's grand opening celebration and again when you were helping him into the house. You decided it was going to be too much trouble to make it up the stairs so you guided him to the living room couch instead, which is where the two of you are now. Somehow you ended up under him. But you don't feel trapped. His body on top of yours always feels right.
"Aw no." Bucky's brow furrow and his mouth flounders open for a second. He peers down at you with baleful blue eyes. "Who? You like him? Ya sure?"
"I am, Bucky. He's an amazing baker. An even better boyfriend. Thoughtful and kind and funny. Not to mention he's tall, so strong and he has this perfect chubby belly that I love to lay on and oh,"—you break into a low moan that sends a shiver down his spine, his rapt yet bleary gaze on your face. "He has a beautiful smile and the prettiest blue eyes. Plus he can do this thing with his tongue that is just sinful. He's the best man I know."
"I mean—," Bucky huffs, rubbing his face on your palm, savoring your touch. He moves closer until his warm, large body is pushing you into the couch cushions. "I guess he sounds okay Peach but I could be better," he grumbles. "I wanna be your man."
You know you should probably stop teasing him but you're too busy trying to not lose it at the fact that Bucky doesn't recognize that you're describing him.
"I don't know, my James is pretty amazing. I don't think anyone could be better than him." Laughter laces your tone, your composure crumbling when he groans. "Is there anyone else you want?"
"Only you." Bucky drops his head on your shoulder, his lips brush over the curve of your neck as he repeats himself. "Only want you. I can wait."
His voice is so soft and sweet and sure that it makes your breath hitch. And just like that, you can't tease your baker anymore not when he's gazing up at you like you're everything to him.
You turn so you can kiss him. Again and again. Each kiss is slower and more passionate than the last, the taste of his peach sangria sweeping across your tongue. His moan preening in his throat, his arms curving around you in a tender embrace.
You reluctantly break away, giggling softy when he follows your kiss swollen lips, silently asking for more. "Bucky?"
"Hmm?" He replies distractedly, wondering how to get you to do that again.
"I'll always choose you. It will always be you Bucky," you whisper softly, running your thumb across his bottom lip to wipe away the lipstick smeared there from your kiss. You watch your words sink into him, his brilliant sapphire eyes finding yours.
The dizzy, off-kilter sensation he feels has nothing to do with the cocktails coursing through him and everything to do with you.
Your words lit a fire within him and despite his drunk haze, he knows one thing for certain. "I love you so much, Peach. With everything I am."
A moment passes.
Bucky nestles into your side, his warm body curling protectively around you. His lips are on your neck, peppering lazy kisses wherever he can.
"Peach, Peach," he whispers, an adorable crooked grin stretching across his face.
"Yeah?"
"Now we gotta tell your boyfriend about us."
5K notes · View notes
bnb-atnite · 8 months
Note
on my knees begging for more fat!daddy!bucky and baby girl!reader crumbs🫠🫠🫠😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
OKAY JDNDDNNDND YEAHHH ITS OVERDUE BB
Imma bulletpoint a lil scenario w my favs
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Fat!bucky, daddy!bucky, sugar baby!reader, miscommunications, d/s dynamics, chub love, he’s a big ole boy, angst, tears, multiple orgasms, Degredation, pu$$y slapping, pnv!sex, he loves her so so so so much, body worship, bdsm play
Tumblr media
Best Girl Pt. 3
Your daddy was a confident man. Exuded power and knew he held it. Had the nicest car, nicest clubs, best hedge fund to manage. You were just the cherry on top. Everyone knew you were his. Big Barnes and his little girl.
You often were perched on his thigh only if he spread his legs to make room for that big belly or snuggled next to him, red bottom clad feet curled up. Daddy would puff on his cigar, thick fingers circling your little waist.
You rarely were around for his work and somewhat strange other doings, mainly to be his comfort and the ‘prettiest trophy baby.’
Daddy didn’t like for you to see his other side. He could get grumpy, sure, but nothing like a pie paired with a blowjob wouldn’t fix. Or you’d rub Daddy’s sore lower back and feet from carrying all that weight.
So if he was angry, enraged, upset, often Rollins would escort you away and back to the loft. You’d pout like a child in the seat. Jack would sigh, “You know the rules, Boss doesn’t like you to see him like that.”
Now you wondered. Daddy was so confident all the time. He rarely had a challenge to you. Outside of playtime, Daddy never was jealous. To see his blue eyes narrow in anger made your pussy ache. To have him choking and fucking you relentlessly in anger.
“Mine, mine, mine, you got that dumb girl?,” you conjured up him growling as that fat belly rested on your lower back.
Daddy loved you, he wouldn’t mind a bit of fun would he?
The next time you were out at Buck’s favorite club, you sat next to him as he discussed business with other men of the town. Your eyes scanned past to look at the roaring club scene below the glass encasing the meeting.
“Daddy,” you whispered. Bucky kept talking, gesturing at Stark. Rubbing a hand dangerously close to his cock you mewled again, “Daddy!”
Blue eyes darted down to you, him questioning, “Whassit’ baby, you know to be quiet during meetings.” You plastered yourself to him, tits practically falling out, Daddy lecherously squeezing your ass in front of the elite men. He hummed, raising a brow as you whispered, “I need to pee, lemme up, I’ll be right back.”
He chuckled and rolled pretty eyes, grunting and scooting his mass to let you out, panting by the time he was on his feet. After sucking in a deep breath he rasped, “Made daddy waste all his energy, go on then you little minx.” Watching his wide frame shake made you even more excited.
You didn’t head to the bathroom of course. You went to the bar and ordered two shots to loosen your lithe body up, numb out those thoughts that Daddy would dump you. Just a bit of play.
So off you went down to the dance floor, laughing and giggling. Spinning and spinning, getting drinks, making girlfriends in the bathroom, being a bad baby girl.
You were smoking with another sugar baby you’d met, chatting about your daddies when a big hand clamped down on your shoulder. Startled, you dropped the cigarette and turned to face Rollins.
He looked like he’d seen a ghost. All he said was, “Lets go, back to the loft, c’mon now.” Under his grip you stumbled through the throngs of people, fear and arousal lacing your blood.
The ride in the limo made any chance of your excitement turn to fear. Jack remained quiet next to you, frantically texting. You warbled, “Is daddy okay? I was just having some fun.”
“Do you want me to say it nice or the truth?”
Tears welled in your eyes. Oh daddy was really mad. You were stupid. Stupid bad girl. In a miserable whine you replied, “Just tell me.”
“He’s fucking pissed. You can sort it out with him.”
You were shaking by the time you toed off your shoes and entered the glassy loft, all white and exuding money. James sat far off in his favorite chair, smoking his cigar, face devoid of emotion. One could cut the tension with a knife.
“Come here,” he ordered, foot tapping. You shuffled over, face down to hide the mess of your makeup, and assumed position kneeling between his thighs. His pudgy hand gripped your chin, tilting your gaze to meet fiery blue. His cheeks were red with anger.
You blubbered, folding, clinging to a thick leg and apologizing nonsensically. He gripped your face a but harder and jerked to get you to focus. James snapped, “Quit the waterworks, I know you’re sorry. But you’ve been a bad girl.”
Your lips trembled, clinging to him like a lifeline. He sighed, exhaling and putting out the cigar, features softening. He grumbled, “What got into your silly head huh? If you wanted to go party I won’t deny that. But you made me the fool,” his other hand white knuckled the chair, “Big Barnes’ girl likes to run around on him. Y’know they kept asking me where ya’ went?“
You held his gaze, stifling sobs intermittently. Eventually a thick thumb swiped at the tender skin under your eye. He murmured, “Do you want to see other people? S’that it?” You shook your head violently, blurting, “No! No, nonono! I was a stupid girl, bad girl, y-you should see someone else I met this girl!”
Big arms hauled you up, half on soft belly and half on the arm rest. He pet your mussed hair and said gently, “I asked you whether you wanted to see other men. My girl might be a bad one but she’s the only one I want.” You burrowed your head into his soft neck, snuffling, “No, I just wanted to- this is dumb- make you jealous.”
The booming laughter shocked you, James’ body shaking. You looked up in shock, meeting a downright predatory smile. Oh. Maybe he still was your Daddy. He rumbled, “You made me jealous alright, foolish baby, I punched ole’ Odinson in the face for insinuating she wanted a skinnier man.”
He manhandled you further, hands rough and groping, face to face with his sharp grin. Smack!
You squealed in shock, clinging to him. Daddy continued, “Babygirl wants daddy to be mean? Get jealous? Rough ya’ up a bit? S’that why you making my competitors question me, because they all wanna’ bit of what’s undoubtedly smack fucking smack mine.
You cried out in ecstasy, “Yes! Please daddy! Punish me please!,” you whimpered into his ear for extra effect, “Been so bad, so bad s’making my pussy wet.”
“Bed. Now.”
He basically slung you like a ragdoll over a big shoulder, mumbling something under his breath. Depositing you none-to-gently onto the bed he sat down with a huff, sliding a hand down fat gut. The bed dipped always on his side.
You were gently batted away and ordered to get between his legs. Kneeling down, Daddy yanked your red dress down, exposing your tits with an appreciative noise. You whimpered at the air tightening the sensitive peaks.
He grabbed your locks and fisted them, chin doubling as he order, “You’re gonna undress me, but no hands. Red if you’re stuck baby girl. My shoes first.”
Whining, you knelt down to unlace his loafers, teeth untying them first, not too hard of a task, then loosening everything. Your pussy was soaking your thong and beginning to leak, thrumming with arousal. Daddy took the shoes off to your gratitude but stopped again.
You stole some kisses nuzzling up his pants leg, pulling down the socks and depositing from both sides. But now came the hard part, Daddy’s belly and girth made it real hard to get to his belt and button.
“Daddy? Can you lean back a bit, please?” A dark chuckle was your answer and he did so, exposing that gold buckle and the outline of his turgid cock. You savored the taste of the expensive leather as the belt came through the loops. Forcing the leather through the tight buckle was a feat.
You had to pause a couple of times in frustration, eventually getting the leather through and pulling it tight to get the notch free. Daddy groaned amd praised, “Smart little girl, look how good you are. Maybe I’ll make you cum until you pass out.”
The belt off you eyed the button, pulled tight. So tight you weren’t sure if you could get it off. Daddy mentioned going to the tailor soon because his hips had gotten too wide. Your top teeth clinked against the button, bottom trying to force it up. You whimpered in annoyance, trying and trying until anger caused a sudden jerk. Belly fat hit your forehead from the release.
“Well, I needed new pants anyways,” Daddy chuckled.
Luckily Daddy’s fat gut pushed the zipper down. Your mouth was agape, thinking of that heavy girth sitting on your tongue, thighs squeezing together for relief. You weren’t sure how to tackle his shirt.
“Red,” you said softly, eyes wide.
In a flurry of movement you were back on the bed, ass up. Bucky leaned his girth against you, breathing, big cock and belly against your skin. He breathed, “Ah-haaah- I was getting impatient anyways. Good girl. Being open and honest.”
Your red dress was yanked down, only a skimpy g-string covering you. But your pussy was so swollen it didn’t matter. Bucky groaned, “Fuck, baby girl, fuuuck.” You mewled, “Wannnnn’ you daddy.”
“No no, punishment first. You were a bad girl. Bad girls don’t get daddy’s fat cock. Even when their pussy is pretty. Good girls don’t play around and lie to their daddy. Spread your legs.”
You yelped as the underwear was ripped between meaty hands. Daddy growled, “Gimme a pillow for my knees. Hmmm, and get on your back. Spread em. Oughta take a picture.”
Click. Nothing new there.
“10”, he affirmed. Then your pussy was smacked with a big hand, sending you squirming and squealing his name. Two more in swift occurrence had you heaving and gripping the bed, body alight with pleasure. You were gonna cum, fast.
“Daddy, daddy, oh god, daddy, gonna cum, one more.”
“This is supposed to be a punishment, dirty girl,” he admonished..yet smacked your obscenely swollen clit two times— rocketing you into completion. Body arched, neurons firing off, slick gushing from your long suffering cunt. You wailed as the climax ran through your body, Daddy’s hands curling around your waving ankles.
“S’fuckin pretty, ya got five left baby girl,” he smiled, eyes blown with arousal. Still in a fit of pleasure you begged for more, harder, anything, you were his to ruin. Bucky hissed, “Damn fuckin’ right.”
You came again, your Daddy lapping up more essence, making you cry in need.
Daddy slid his cock in easily, gut pressing on your belly, trapping his cock inside of you effectively. He bit, licked, sucked all over, tearing you apart piece by piece. All you could do was praise your prefect Daddy and take it.
The next meeting you wore a high necked dress but it was see-through lace above your cleavage. The bruises, bites, and hickeys were well seen. Odinson eyed you and hummed, “Back on your leash hm?” Before Bucky could bark, chubby cheeks reddening, you sweetly hummed, “I just have my collar, can’t you see? Don’t need a silly leash.”
“That’s my girl.”
195 notes · View notes
Note
I am... fully obsessed with the magic doll story you wrote. Is there any possibility one day getting an expansion (heh) that included other aspects of the ask, like getting Bucky drunk or making him horny and cum from a distance?? Sorry, I had no idea I would like it that much 👀
This magic doll
I'm not sure how much this expands on the original idea, but... I just blacked out and came back with this, so 🤷🏻‍♂️ have it 😂😂
(Also, tagging @bnb-atnite because she went feral for that story 👀)
Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink. Mostly rapid and magical weight gain, some vague dubious concent vibes but not really, etc.
I’d like to think that Steve likes to take his boy toy out on the town, showing him off, the media thinks they’re dating, but they don’t know that this pretty, young twink is Steve’s toy. Paid for and still pampered by Steve’s wealth.
As a result of Steve taking him out to the most lavish, expensive dinners, showing him off, alongside Steve’s need to keep his reputation (relatively) controversy-free… Steve has to unstuff the magic doll when they go out for the aforementioned high society vanity and practical reasons. For vanity, paparazzi would ruin them (as hot as it would get Steve) if Bucky waddled out of their building, thighs not only rubbing together but spilling out against each other, all that fat jiggling and forcing his legs further apart than they normally would be when he walks, turning his smooth walk into a wide-legged, ponderous staggering. The whole time he would need Steve to hold onto, his balance so fickle when he’s that fucking big. Steve’s arm fighting to make it all the way around his thick, soft waist and getting lost in between those heavy, overflowing rolls; Bucky’s chubby hand tight on his muscular forearm, clinging to him, complete contrast; Bucky huffing and puffing, his chubby cheeks red and misted with sweat, pure exertion from all that weight packed onto his frame and being forced to walk the short distance from the elevator to the lobby to their waiting, chauffeured car where he needs Steve to help stuff him into the backseat, fighting all his blubber, it’s a good thing that they don’t buckle up in the back because even with an extender… Bucky wouldn’t fit, meanwhile, Steve isn’t out of breath at all, not a hair out of place, nothing but a cocky smile on his lips, after all, with his workout regime he could skip the elevator down from their top floor penthouse, run the flights of stairs, down, up, then down again, and still be fine. But not Bucky. Bucky’s overburdened frame, overflowing with this soft, luxurious blubber, would cause quite the media frenzy, feeding off of him. And God knows there’s enough to feed off of. Steve would get off on it, but he doesn’t do it. For practicality, they can’t leave the penthouse with the magic doll, and subsequently with Bucky so round and heavy, because Bucky can’t move very well when his body is stuffed with fat. When the magic doll - always in Steve’s pocket, ready to be manipulated and played with whenever Steve feels like it - nearly bursting at the seams with so much fiberfill, Bucky can hardly maneuver around the penthouse, much less the outside world. In the penthouse, he knocks stuff over with his shelf-ass, he gets stuck in doorways (and even in Steve’s impressive, huge shower stall), he finds it difficult to waddle more than a few inches before becoming exhausted, he complains about having to use his arms because when he does his heavy, big tits get in the way, and, just, anything that isn’t sitting on his ass, mounding out underneath him like a thick cushion, is hard. So, when he’s so huge, he sits and lets himself be pampered. However Steve wants him, so long as it’s resting, he’s good.
However, as much as it makes Bucky pout when he’s unstuffed, returning to that little twink he was when Steve first bought him, it’s totally worth it once they’re done with their little date and he gets to experience being supersized all over again. There’s nothing like a public dinner date filled with foreplay, knowing that the real fun begins when they get home where Steve can have him to himself and mold his body into whatever form he wants, all for him to play with him. Touch him, fatten him, grope him, spank him, fuck him, even fuck his rolls. Whatever he wants. It’s about what he wants. Bucky is a toy, his needs don’t matter, he’s just here to be Steve’s. And Steve’s going to play with him. Roughly or softly, he’ll play however he wants.
So, their date is foreplay in the form of Steve buying courses and courses and courses of expensive, fancy food that come in tiny portions that Bucky always swears will never fill him up, only to sing (pant, really) a different tune in an hour when the plates are still coming and he’s not so sure he has any more room. If not for Steve demanding that he keep eating - he paid for it, didn’t he? Bucky isn’t sure if he’s talking about the food or Bucky himself. Jesus Christ, that’s hot. - claiming he wants to have to hold him close to his side when they leave so the cameras don’t catch that Bucky’s popped at least one button off of his shirt, the pressure of his swollen belly just too much for the expensive cloth and thread. And if he doesn’t pop a button, if he doesn’t finish all his food, well, maybe he’ll have to go to bed without an orgasm and without all the fat he so desperately wants to be packed back onto him, addicted to how soft he’s grown (ha) used to being under Steve’s pampering care.
So.
Bucky eats.
He eats and eats and eats, always moaning at the rich tastes of the decadent foods, easily letting Steve continue to fill his wine glass until he’s satisfied with Bucky making a pig of himself in public. Stuffing his face. The evidence is clear on his body - his belly distended into a tight, pregnant-looking globe.
In the bathroom before they leave, Steve slaps his tender gut a handful of times, weakening Bucky’s knees until he’s leaning against Steve’s chest, panting hard, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with a whimper as he feels all the food inside him shift and churn, he’s so full and Steve’s being so mean. The burn of his slaps is barely diffused by his tight, tight shirt. The smacks are just to make him focus, though, Steve knows how dumb his spoiled toy gets, and he needs a reminder to suck in as much as he can while they walk to the car. Keep up the reputation. Then, once they’re inside, he can let his greedy belly bloat back out. Nearly moaning into his collar, practically drooling on him, Bucky nods and struggles to right himself.
They stumble through camera flashes into the car to go home.
Bucky whines and moans through the car ride, Steve’s heavy, hot palm resting possessively on his starter belly for the night, the bulk of his body close, leaning into him. His lips are pressed close to Bucky’s ear, whispering about how he can’t wait to watch this chubby belly swell into a real fat gut and… hmm, y’know, maybe he can’t wait. Maybe he’ll pull out the magic doll in the interior pocket of his suit jacket and start puffing him up right here. Wouldn’t that be fun? He could give Bucky huge, big tits again and then force him to walk from the car to the doors of their building with them wobbling and spilling out of his shirt. Wouldn’t the gossip rags have fun with that? Talking about how this tiny little twink went and got himself big, mommy milkers… or maybe, maybe he should stuff his ass, make it huge and give everyone in the city, hell, with Steve’s business being a household name, everyone in the country something to jerk off to. That big, fat ass.
Bucky is panting. Forget foreplay, this is… it’s midplay? Just play? It’s so much more than simple foreplay to get him riled up. He's past riled.
His belly is stuffed to the point that he might burst and he’s so hard in his slacks, his belt biting into his waist, that he’s achy. He wants Steve to play with his dick right now. He doesn’t care that he’s pretty sure Steve wouldn’t do any of that, and he’s just talking. He doesn’t know 100%. And he could. Bucky is his to play with. He could do whatever he wanted to him. If he wanted he could take his clothes and make him do the walk of shame up to their building, streaking with his stuffed, glutted middle bulging out in front of him like Steve’s fucked him so good, so often, that he’s defied the laws of biology and impregnated him despite his lack of uterus.
Steve caresses his tender middle, dragging his fingertips just hard enough over him, that he shudders. A soft, “please,” comes out in a whine.
Steve just nips his ear, hushing him.
Bucky swears that he nearly dies, his heart pounding so hard in his chest, on the way back to the penthouse. He’s too turned on. He’s gonna explode. Anticipation and fullness are so overwhelming together.
Once they’re behind the heavy, solid wood door of the penthouse Steve stops dragging him along, possessive but also reasonable because Bucky’s not sure how he’s still walking, he’s not even that heavy, he’s just too turned on, there’s nothing going on in his head. So, Bucky stops in his tracks, Steve goes to the kitchen for… something, meanwhile, he sticks to the door, leaning against the cool surface, trying to catch his breath.
It doesn’t hit Bucky that it’s intentional on Steve’s part until, oh, God -
He’s squirming in pleasure with the tingling, stretching feeling of his body expanding. It’s magical. Literally. But it feels magical, too. It’s so much better, after a break of being back in his “normal” body, he’s fucking dying here, feeling himself balloon right back up. It will never get old. It’s tight and tingly, his skin fighting to keep up with the pure lard that’s exponentially filling him, almost like the sensation of pins and needles. So, so intense. It’s hot like fire spreading through him. It’s such a stretch that it takes his breath away, he feels like an inflatable parade balloon. Fuck, he’s about to be the size of one, too.
Bucky moans, tortured by the sensation and by the fact that he can hear Steve, his footsteps on the wooden floor, chuckling as he waltzes out of the kitchen and further away from Bucky - it sounds like he’s heading for the bedroom, which, fuck yeah, but Bucky can’t move! He’s still expanding!
Heavier and heavier, wider and wider.
It feels like he’s swelling to fill the whole door frame. Like he’s gonna get stuck again! He moans loudly at the thought, there’s really nothing as sexy as Steve coming up behind him to unstick him, teasing him for “letting” himself get so big (as if he has any choice with the power Steve has over him), and then getting his hands all over his body, sinking into his soft, plush fat, grunting with the effort of shoving and shoving, making the parts of his body that aren’t wedged in tight jiggle and wobble in waves until he stumbles forward, dazed from how turned on it all makes him.
Bucky’s still swelling.
What’s better or worse-? Getting fattened in the blink of an eye, suddenly woomph, hugely obese and incredibly off-balance and so aroused, or having it accumulate just fast enough for him to feel his body struggling to keep up, his heart pounding as he knows what’s coming.
“Buck?” Steve calls, beckoning him forward.
He struggles through a few steps, his new weight making his muscles tremble while his mind weakens. He’s shaking. He’s already so close to begging out loud. He just wants more already. He wants it fast. He wants it now! Fatten meeee! Swell me!
Bucky uses the walls and furniture along the way to the bedroom to steady himself, fighting to keep walking when he really just wants to fall to his knees to enjoy the sensation that’s overtaking his whole body.
Swelling.
Filling out.
Inflating.
Bloating.
Shit, it’s so good.
By the time he gets to the end of the hall that leads back to the master bedroom and bathroom, he’s sweating. Steve is standing there, leaning against the door frame, smirking at him, eyes dark as he watches his struggles. He’s holding that fucking doll and a mass wad of stuffing. Bucky’s heart leaps into his throat, his dick twitching like an excitable pet hearing the word “dinner.”
Then -
“OH!”
Steve forces all of the huge mass of stuffing into the little magic doll, making it bulge.
At first, it all settles right into the doll’s belly, the biggest open space available. It’s so much that Bucky stumbles and falls onto his suddenly massively, massively round gut. The thump sound of his impact would be laughable if it weren’t so fucking obscene. He is so excessive. SO fat. The air is knocked out of him. His head is spinning. He’s so fucking turned on. He could come like this. He could. He’s on top of his gut, his legs forced to spread so wide around the massive shape of his gut, and -
A whole long moan that’s almost more like a wail leaves Bucky, emptying his lungs of all oxygen as Steve takes the ungodly huge chunk of stuffing straining the doll’s limits in its tummy and massages it. He smooths the big ball of fiberfill out, distributing it more evenly throughout Bucky’s frame. Bucky can’t breathe. It feels like there are hands all over him, touching him, touching him, touching him, squishing, squeezing, and groping his fat. He feels like a pillow being fluffed. But a heavy pillow. It's so heavy that he doesn’t think he’s ever going to walk again. Guh. How does he ever get used to this feeling between their public outings? It’s mind-melting. With Steve touching him without touching him, his belly shrinks, but the whole rest of his body thickens, evening out, leaving Bucky much chunkier, but on all-fours rather than resting on top of his gut.
Of course, once he’s done massaging him, Steve stuffs him more. Filling the freed-up space.
More.
He makes his body so thick, his arms and legs blubbery and his belly nearly sagging to the floor while he trembles on his hands and knees. To deal with the weight, Bucky arches his back, but it doesn’t help him deal with how turned on he is - if anything, it makes him hornier because he can feel how his thick ass jiggles and pops out more. He could get fucked like this; if he’s not too fat for Steve’s dick to reach his hole yet, he could get fucked like this; he wants to be fucked like this. So bad. He wants Steve to fuck him, grope him, jiggle him, and fatten him.
More.
He’s so fucking spoiled. Weakly, plaintively whining, begging without words as his arms and legs slide farther apart under the still-increasing weight of his body. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meee. If Steve keeps pushing him he’s gonna be laying on top of his fat rather than crawling on all fours soon. He’s too soft and weak! Absolutely spoiled.
“Buck, honey-”
Steve’s voice makes Bucky stretch his head up, blearily looking at him through the haze of arousal.
His voice has softened “-quit playing around and come to bed, baby. I know your tummy hurts after dinner, c’mere and I’ll rub your belly in bed, don’t you want me to make it better?” he’s too good at playing the doting, innocent husband of an overdue wife considering that he’s the one doing this to Bucky, fattening him, driving him insane with too much and not enough pleasure.
With a whimper Bucky tries to crawl forward again, wobbling, his body fighting so hard to do something so simple that’s so hard when he’s so fucking heavy. He can’t make it and he opens his mouth to beg for help, he can’t do it! He’s too big! When -
A truly shameless, obscene sound comes out of Bucky. Before he knows what’s happened and why he’s suddenly so hot and so sweaty and so close to coming, Bucky is going down. He’s suddenly crumbling onto the floor face first, putting his weight on his tender gut and belching through another desperate moan. He can’t take it. He can’t -
Steve.
Fucking! Steve! So mean!
Just barely, Bucky can make out that Steve is holding the doll, not passively stuffing whisps of fiberfill into its body but now rubbing it. He’s rubbing the, the…
Oh, Jesus, just looking at what he’s doing to the doll, and thus doing to Bucky, makes embarrassment riot inside him. It’s so dirty!
He’s rubbing the crotch of the magic doll. He’s pleasuring it! Pleasuring Bucky!
His eyes roll to the back of his head, going limp in stunned arousal.
It fucking feels like he’s pouring pleasure straight into his body through his dick. It’s like being jerked off and sucked off and humping his own fat all at the same time. It’s like nothing else, he’s never felt something so good. It’s melting his mind. It’s ruining him for any other pleasure that doesn’t come from being so gluttonous and out of control.
Bucky can feel himself quivering on top of the cushion of his squished, fat belly. He can feel his dick, trapped where he can’t reach it under all his heavy, thick blubber twitching and leaking. He’s sweating so much, running the hottest fever. He’s wailing, voice breaking, when without fucking touching him Steve jerks him off to orgasm. It’s hot and wet against his own skin but Bucky can’t see it, the dirty evidence is hidden by his swollen body. The whole time, Bucky can feel Steve’s eyes on him, focused and burning, as captivated with him as a cat that’s just spotted an impressively fat mouse, deepened with the sadism of a predator whose only pleasure is unraveling its prey like a spool of thread. And just to make it worse, dragging him through the last twitches of his orgasm, Steve pinches the doll’s belly, undeniably delighted to hear how Bucky’s moans change tune.
It hurts to be groped so hard - his belly is under so much pressure already with him on top of it, and adding to it is… it’s, it’s unbearable. It feels so good. All he wants is to be touched and he is being touched but he wants Steve to actually touch him, he doesn’t want magic, he wants it to be real, and he’s already aching for more. Spoiled. He wants to be hefted into bed and turned over, rolled onto his back where he’s pinned and made into a bloated, swollen playground for Steve to touch, grope, hump, and climb all over. He wants Steve on top of him, grabbing handfuls of his thick blubber, jiggling it, and grinding into it, getting red in the face as he reaches his own high, getting off on what he’s done to Bucky. How he’s ruined and perverted him. How he owns him. He can do anything he wants to him, and Bucky will lick it up and beg for more like the greedy boy toy he is.
Me rn:
Tumblr media
Did I realize AFTER I wrote this whole thing that I neglected to talk about Bucky's clothes tearing off of him as he got fatter? Yes. Is that evidence of my brain being horny scrambled? You bet your ass it is 😂
38 notes · View notes
achubbydumpling · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
y'all look at this incredible commission I got from @namjoonscutetummy! I've wanted a new profile picture for a while and I'm super happy with how it turned out, look at him filling out that signature red Henley 🤤🤤 also they're currently having a summer sale, so check it out!
49 notes · View notes