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stuckyhaul · 1 year
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fsbc-librarian · 1 year
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Ok, I’ve got another one for you @stucky-fic-idea-bank
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But, imagine, Bucky and Steve in these roles, and Steve is a total himbo, who’s been madly in love with the grumpy goth ever since he moved in, and every time someone comes looking for the witch in the woods, he’s really glad they go to Bucky’s door first, because more often than not, Bucky walks the person over to Steve personally so they don’t get lost (steve may have put a confusion spell on his gate for this very reason)..
Tell me it’s not a good idea 😊
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bittersweet-in-boston · 5 months
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First of my fics for the ShrinkyClinksDoubleBang2023 — huge thanks to @heckalecki for the amazing art, come see it in chapter 1!
Also fills squares for @steverogersbingo — E4/Already Married, E5/Wanda Maximoff, A3/Steve vs. Late-Stage Capitalism, and D4/Gags
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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year
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Next crack-treated-seriously idea:
Steve and Bucky discovering No Nut November in the stupid modern era and turning it kinky because naturally these horny super-soldiers would. 👀
However, the game becomes not about not nutting for supposed health benefits but instead about who can go the longest without orgasming. Because, cmon these are competitive assholes (Steve especially 👀). And, sure enough, teasing ensues as does so-intense-it's-near-fatal type feral sex when they break... 6 days into it.
Day 1 and day 2 is just pathetic, c'mon, they’ve been to war. They can do better. Day 3 still feels too close to pathetic. Late into day 4 brings in the idea that, hey, if you're not orgasming, it's not against the rules, right? That is just fucking trouble. And with this new rule, day 5 is a close call, but they're able to fist the bases of their cocks tight enough nothing comes out. No technical orgasms. They finally break though on day 6, actually morning 6 when they wake up on the edge after grinding into each other in their sleep and..... it's not worth it anymore. Why the hell did they think this was a good idea anyway!?
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Hiiiiiii it’s a shitty Tuesday morning at work and I can’t stop thinking about a clumsy, fumbly jumbo himbo bucky :’) like he’s so big that what was just being uncoordinated when he was slimmer is now just banging into shit, having to back into slim doorways and Steve (or Sam) constantly having to help him pick stuff up he’s dropped, and kissing the bruises on his fat hips and sides he gets from bumping into things :’) and when they ask him what happened he’s just like “I don’t knowwwww, I wanted the chocolate bar I left in the fridge and I got too excited and slammed my fat hip into the counter trying to get it” lmfao. He also always drops crumbs and bits of food down his front and they land on the shelf of his belly and he has to brush them off or bring bigger bits back to his lips so he can inhale them like a fucking vacuum :’) sorry this is all over the place my thoughts aren’t fully formed yet this morning lol
I hope all the Tuesdays you've had since you sent this in have been much better! (and I'm sorry it's taken me an embarrassing amount of time to get to it 🤭)
Okay, but-
Clumsy, fumbling, jumbo himbo Bucky
I love him 🥰
And your thoughts about him are Perfect. This is so, so good.
So good, in fact, that it inspires me to think about this idea and add to it! With an idea that you didn't outright mention but is related...
Weight gain denial.
Or, not even really denial, but obliviousness. Like, you said himbo so I'm going full H I M B O with this shit-
Unbeta'd stucky belly kink ahead!! Warning for oblivious weight gain, himbo Bucky, kinda to the point of dumbification, some body worship, etc.
Bucky doesn't even really realize why he's suddenly more clumsy than he's been in the past. The new influx of bruises all over his body makes no sense to him- what's different? Why is he suddenly hitting his hip on the corners of furniture all the time? Why is he running into door frames now? Why does he keep falling back onto his ass when he gets up off the couch in a hurry? Why are all his shirts stained over the tummy? Normally the food drops right onto the table when he spills, not onto himself. He doesn't understand because he hasn't been doing anything different... right-? So, what's going on?!
Wrong.
Bucky has been doing a lot differently. Not that he's realized it yet...
Bucky is fresh out of college and is no longer a student-athlete (in that he's not a student or an athlete anymore) nor does he continue to have a teenage metabolism. He's getting older and while he's not old, not by a long shot, already the hummingbird metabolism he had in his earlier years is slowing.
Despite those factors though - the non-activity and the slower metabolism - Bucky keeps eating like he always has.
And he had- he has the diet of a very, very active teenager. All sugar and junk food. Everything he consumes is frozen food or fast food, it's the cheapest and it's the easiest. Bucky has a new job he's trying to figure out how to balance with the rest of his life after all! He doesn't want to figure out a "healthy diet". He is healthy! He's always been healthy as a horse. So... yeah. He doesn't think anything of it.
Not that anyone can blame him. They get it. You leave college, you put on some pounds. Usually, it takes longer than it's taken Bucky, he's really blown up fast, but that's no one's business. His body is allowed to change.
And all that makes it sound like people are telling Bucky about his gain, or they're commenting on his weight in some way. But, they aren't. No one is saying anything to Bucky. And Bucky is oblivious to himself. He knows his face is good- he's always been told so, at least. He knows he has a strong build. He has a boyfriend and loves their relationship. So, it's not like he's always looking in the mirror, keeping tabs on what his appearance is up to.
It all results in the fact that he has no idea what his body looks like.
And Bucky continues to have no idea about the weight piling on because Steve doesn't tell him either. Steve just winces when Bucky bangs his hip or shoulder or falls or whatever. Then, later, he asks if he can rub some lotion into the bruise. Even when there's not a bruise. Steve still asks. (Steve asks because there is often a bruise it's just... Bucky's growing belly or love handles hides the mark from his line of sight.)
Steve never tells him he's getting fat and he's fucking up his own balance and sense of self. Why would he tell him? Shouldn't he know? It's his body!
By the time Steve realizes, ooooh, he really has no idea, it's because Bucky keeps saying, genuinely, "I don't know what happened! I just turned the corner too fast and the doorway was right there, ready to attack my hip!" or "I don't know what happened! I just lost my balance when I tried to get up and fell back onto the couch, I didn't mean to squish you!"
He has no idea that he's grown from fit to chubby to fat.
Because he's fat now. There is no denying it for anyone but Bucky.
Bucky's face was once slim and sharp. It's not now. He's got chubby cheeks and a double chin. All this extra padding around his pretty, pretty smile and eyes. Bucky's shoulders have always been wide but they've gone from wide with muscle and strength to wide and soft with fat. His upper arms are wobbly and thick- same with his forearms and chubby fingers. The once-hard mounds of his pecs have turned jiggly and gone up more than a few cup sizes. Bucky’s belly is no longer cut with abs, instead, it rounds out in front of him. So heavy and ponderous and big that it sags with gravity; a swollen tear drop that's always tight at the top with his latest meal, only turning soft at the bottom where he's purely stretch-marked fat. Hips that were once trim have exploded out into a full-sized spare tire. Sometimes, in particularly small spaces, Bucky's hips already begin to stretch from side to side. Getting him stuck. He's wide as hell. Bucky's ass that once upon a time was tight and round and high is now thick, monstrous. Huge. It's huge. Still round but no longer tight since it's not muscle. It's fat. Squishy and thick. His thighs are no better. In college, Steve might've drooled over those thighs, thinking they could crush his head, so muscular, but now... Steve drools over the thought of biting them. One of Bucky's thighs these days is wider than both of his thighs used to be. Thick, pale, and soft. And still-
Bucky doesn't know.
He doesn't realize that he's gone from walking - as smoothly as Bucky ever could, he has always been clumsy after all - to lumbering. He nearly waddles around their small apartment now. Fat thighs rubbing together. Belly jiggling no matter how recently he's stuffed his face with tasty junk food. Stumbling into furniture and walls and everything.
Steve has to break it to his sweet, stupid, and fat boyfriend eventually. It's his responsibility after Bucky's right? Steve comes to this conclusion one afternoon. But, he waits for as long as he can...
He waits, a little selfishly, because he finds it strangely, overwhelmingly sexy to see Bucky wander around, adorably oblivious to how big he's become.
Eyes wide... lips pouty... belly massive... appetite always on full blast.
It's all too arousing to watch Bucky drop crumbs onto his puffy tits and bloated tummy during dinner. He picks the bits of food up with eager fingers and shoves them between his pink lips. How can he find the crumbs but not notice any of the extra fat? Steve is fascinated. It's also too much to watch, later, as Bucky nearly rolls off of their bed when they go to bed that night. Bucky hiccups - he's still full from dinner - and jokes about needing to get back to the gym and lift heavy things because he can't move around as well as he used to be able to once he lays down. He makes no mention of the huge boulder of a belly that might have something to do with it... it can't be that he's gotten heavier! No, his muscles must've just gotten weaker. It's all Bucky understands after all 🥺
Anyway, Steve cuddles up to his big boyfriend, massaging his gurgling belly.
I'll tell him in the morning, Steve thinks, smiling to himself at how Bucky complains in another perfect example of how much he REALLY doesn't know... he's been getting so hot at night lately! He always wakes up in the morning and has to shower because he's boiling and sweaty.
Steve kisses him and tells him he's fine. It's gotta be a result of sharing their body heat and using too many blankets. Nothing else.
But...
Steve now has a plan.
He's gonna jump in the shower with Bucky tomorrow morning instead of going on his usual run. And he's gonna wash every inch of Bucky himself. Every roll and swell of his gorgeous, fat body.
Steve can't wait to see him wet and soapy and slippery... glistening and dripping and fully bare. Stripped down to wearing nothing but the thick, red stretch marks all over him, a result of him putting on fat faster than his body knows what to do with it.
Yeah, yeah, he's gonna wash Bucky, standing behind him and whispering in his ear, "look down. Look at yourself, Buck. Tell me what you see, baby?"
In the current moment, Steve shifts, angling his hips away from Bucky's fat ass because he can feel his dick stirring just imagining Bucky's answer. "My belly?"
"Yeah, but what about your belly, silly boy?" He'll say, pinching his fat love handle.
"It's just, just my belly, Steve, what do you mean?"
"Don't you think it looks bigger than normal?"
"Uh? I guess? I'm just full, I think."
Steve will laugh. Steve will jiggle his belly, his fat rolling like waves, there's so much of it, "you just woke up, Buck. You haven't had a thing to eat. You can't be full."
"Oh."
"So... your tummy, silly, what's up with it?"
"It's. It's big."
Steve will groan. "Yeah?"
"It's so big."
Steve will find it hard to breathe.
"It's so big, Steve! When did it get so big?"
"It's been big for a while, Buck. You've been big. You've been growing since graduation, baby."
"Oh."
"What do you think of that, silly boy?"
"I-" Bucky has turned pink. "I feel good." His palms rub big circles over the sides of his fat tummy.
Steve won't be able to stop the loud groan from barreling out of his chest. He won't be able to resist leaning in and grinding his hard dick against his substantial ass, round and thick and soft and fat. "You feel so good, sweetheart."
"Steve-"
"Yeah?"
"Steve, I- I think wanna know how much I weigh. I... I wanna know how big I've gotten, is that okay?"
"God, yeah, that's okay, Buck. That's more than okay. Now that you know, you should explore it Buck. You've gotten so big. Do something with it."
"What if I wanna get bigger with it."
Steve won't have words for that. Just a turned-on growl.
"You 'kay, Steve?" A sleepy Bucky asks. Present day. This night. Yes. Right. In their bed. Steve is fully hard, throbbing, in their bed. Imagining tomorrow. Imagining rubbing himself all over Bucky's slick, soft fat while making Bucky discover his own increase. Showing him how fat he's gotten without even trying. And it's making him so hard that he just shuddered. In their bed. In this moment.
Steve swallows thickly, debating if it's worth getting out of bed to jerk off in the bathroom, thinking about fucking Bucky's thighs or, fuck, his fat rolls. "Y-yeah," Steve jerks into the real world, "yeah, Buck, I'm good. Go to sleep, baby."
I hope that was worth the wait! 😘 Thanks for the prompt!!
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hilarious possibility I never considered before: gay Bucky and gay Steve both closeted to each other but secretly sneaking off to gay hotspots all over Brooklyn and panicking when they bump into each other there thinking it's just a coincidence and NEVER FIGURING IT OUT
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kittybeansbarnes · 1 year
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I feel like Bucky and Thor would make an iconic himbo duo and we just don’t get enough of them in fics together😩
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minothtime · 1 year
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i love that dynamic where Steve, a sacrificial dumbass with little sense of self-preservation and more to him than what meets the eye, is friends and has quite obvious sexual/romantic tension with a long-haired brunet that is quite obviously queercoded and is treated as an outcast, eventually being friends with more of the main cast
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doctavvius · 1 year
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venn diagram between Farkas Skyrim, Danse FO4 and Bucky Barnes.
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Here is a little sneak peak everyone. Thank you @cthulhus-curse for the inspiration. This is a fic about stripper Thor x body guard Bucky x reader.18+
Your hand in his hair, his teeth drag down your neck teasing you, and his hands pulling your hips closer. Thor behind you his breath hits your neck. He gently nibs near your ear. They ouch and pull you closer.
You reach your hand behind you and feel the freshly shaved sides of his head. He leaves little kisses on your neck as Bucky nibbles down to your breasts.
Bucky gently bucks up to you, searching for some means of relief. “You look so beautiful doll.” Bucky says as he nips and moves lower. The feeling clouds your brain. “You are doing so good. Good job.” You softly moan.
“What about me?” Thor asks. “You are doing amazing Thor.” You try to get him to keep going. “Not about that....” he sounds a bit sad.
Bucky stops what he is doing and looks up at Thor. A shit eating grin comes to his face. He leans over your shoulder. “You look so handsome Thor.” He chuckles. Pulling Thor into a passionate kiss.
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stuckyhaul · 1 year
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rustcd · 2 years
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bucky, to steve: omg i've been sleeping with a fossil
steve: you're literally a year older than me–
bucky: shut up, grandpa
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firechildslytherin5 · 2 years
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Marvel | The Loveable Himbos
(who's your favorite? Who did i miss?)
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Latest in the space saga! Our intrepid heroes get captured and things look grim, especially when Frost Giant Loki is called to destroy them…
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triflesandparsnips · 2 years
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Everyone's all "Good Omens" this and "Good Omens" that about Our Flag Means Death
and I am just a humble fan
standing before you
pointing with my entire breathing body and a couple of corpses I borrowed for the purpose
at my soft murder boy
James Buchanan Barnes
in all his Winter-Soldier-recovery-era tragic puppy blues
a simple walking trauma flashback pretending to be a villain under black eye grease, some cool-looking assistive devices to compensate for work-related disabilities, and a lot of leather
Local fan here does not want ethereal beings wrestling mostly with their relationship to God, please provide one (1) man who needs so much care from the blond Labrador in his life but also could eat your eyeball probably
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stuckytruther · 2 years
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bucky: would you still love me if i was a worm
steve: i loved you even when you were a german sleeper cell, buck
bucky: oh right
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