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mylevisdontfitanymore · 1 year

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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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striving-artist · 2 years

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Please blame @bourneblack for the brand new idea in my head that I do not have time to write. (so instead I just rambled everything we talked about here below a cut) ((no i did not edit or reread, good luck))

So fem!bucky and Toni are an established relationship, very happy together, are both bi, and sorta miss men. Not in a 'break up over it' way. But in the way that I miss East Coast style egg rolls after years on the West Coast. I'm not gonna die of the lack, but heck yeah if there was a way to get some, I'd be here for it.

Since Bucky and Toni are sexually open and their relationship is solid, they start talking about having a one off. Just to scratch the itch that their straps can't quite get. Being reasonable women, they decide to seduce this very attractive himbo in their friend group who they know, but don't know well. Steve.

Cut to Steve, who is a Socialist Fluff Muffin, and very skilled, very smart, but also the stupidest human to ever live. This is a man who carries a sign at a protest with a guillotine, but censors the word 'fuck' bc there might be kids around. A man who drinks a gallon of respect women juice for breakfast and a gallon of respect lesbian juice with lunch. A man shaped like a dorito, who has had more insane things happen than he can remember. He stopped an honest to god assassination, but he remembers it as the day he was late to brunch and lost his umbrella.

BnT are attractive women, they have no doubt they can seduce this Very Heterosexual Man. They begin subtle. The kind of giggly insinuation thing at a party. 'oh gosh, your biceps are amazing. Have you met my girlfriend? don't you think she's gorgeous?' And our boy just compliments them both and talks about his workout regimen.

They escalate. They give him a borderline sexy massage, and ask if he wants to get his hands on them. Steve, a great guy, says sure! Then proceeds to give them a deep tissue massage that leaves them both moaning, but not in the seduction way they planned.

BnT are stubborn, so they ask him to come be 'an objective opinion' on their costumes for a party. And it's just a series of Sexy Witch, Sexy Nurse, Sexy Pizza Slice. Steve gives them opinions on what colors are most flattering, and talks about how confident they seem in this one or that one. The only time he doesn't is when Bucky puts on a Sexy Cop outfit, and he can't restrain his rant - which still includes asides about how flattering the boots are for Bucky's thighs. They ask if the skirts are too short when they bend over and he averts his eyes.

Things are now getting serious. BnT have accepted that Steve is too nice to notice if they aren't Very Very obvious about this. The next round is absolutely flagrant. Bucky tells him, straight-faced, that its been so long since she kissed a guy she doesn't even remember what it's like, and 'can I practice on you?' And since Toni is sitting right there giving permission, Steve is happy to oblige. BnT then makeout in front of him, so he steps away because obviously they've remembered they don't like men and he wouldn't want to intrude.

Its time for the nuclear option. The backup dancers doing the can-can option. BnT schedule (on a calendar!) a meeting with Steve at a coffee shop and tell him very clearly: "Steve. We want to take a man to bed with us. We know you. We trust you. We want you to be a part of this. Will you come by our place tonight?" And they give him a spare key.

Steve thinks very hard, and agrees. BnT go home, victorious and delighted and pampering themselves as they plan what to wear. Steve thinks really hard again, and decides to go the best man he knows. He goes to Sam... who he seduces... because BnT asked for him to help, and they deserve the best man he knows. He leads Sam to Toni's place, unlocks the door, says 'have fun tonight' and pushes Sam inside.

Sam, who is 100% gay and very confused that his 100% straight friend was whispering in his ear and lightly kissing him, turns around to find two baffled, lingerie-clad women staring at him in bewilderment. They end up ordering pizza and spend a few hours lamenting their failure. Finally, BnT accept that Steve is so not into them that he didn't even notice their efforts. Upsetting, but survivable. They buy new strap ons and get on with their lives.

But, Steve, some guy on the other side of their friend group, is now Steve, borderline best friend and a great human being. They have heard him talk about his ex Sharon, who didn't like him going to protests, or helping random people, or being less than the perfect image of a trophy husband. They do brunch every weekend. Steve built a workout plan for them. It's great. They're all friends.

So they know they're all going to be at the Mudder Race. Steve thinks they're all going as spectators. BnT think they're all going as participants. Steve is.... unprepared to see these two very feminine women he is friends with dressed in tanks and sports bras about to do a mud covered obstacle course race. They work as a team. Toni loses her shirt to the barbed wire crawl. Bucky loses hers so they can reach a wall grip and get over the top. They don't win, but they do a damn good job.

Steve's brain boils out his ears. They wave to him, gesture that they're stepping under the showers to get the worst of the mud off. He watches, because he is physically incapable of doing otherwise. By the time they walk over to him to celebrate their success, Steve's brain is just horny thoughts and klaxon alarms because he is objectifying them and that is Bad and Wrong. BnT ramble at him a bit about how fun it was and how he should be on their team next time, and Steve finally speaks. He interrupts with 'Goodbye' and then walks away with his bag held strategically.

Now Steve has a problem. He has objectified his friends. That is not okay. And! He drinks as much Respect Lesbian Juice as he can! They are together! They do not want him thinking about them! So this is very inappropriate of him! But also, he can't seem to stop getting off to fantasies about things he is suddenly thinking about like 'what if that massage had gone different' and 'what if I'd gone inside instead of Sam'

He knows its wrong though, so he calls Sharon and they get back together and hopefully, this will be enough to distract him from having lustful thoughts.

Sharon is not the greatest, but Steve wants to see the good in her too much to notice. This is all the same friend group though, so eventually there is a big dinner potluck something event. And Sharon is lowkey insulting Steve with every other comment, trying to mold him into the person she wants him to be. Reminding him not-quite-jokingly about table manners. Telling him that no one wants to hear about his silly art hobby. And every time, Steve tries to make her happy by doing it, but his smile gets a little smaller.

BnT though? Who are across the table from them? They're rapidly approaching feral. They keep jumping in to cut her off, but they're clinging to the line of politeness.

Eventually, Sharon goes too far. Toni and Bucky verbally tear her up, laying out all the ways she's hurt Steve, all the ways he's amazing that she doesn't want. There are mild, and not-so-mild threats thrown. Thor and Sam are watching this with popcorn. Carol and Rhodey are recording it from multiple angles.

Steve slips out of the room when it gets really vicious and no one is looking at him. Because it just hit him, all at once, that yes, he does want to look at them disrespectfully, but also he likes them?? and he's starting to think they like him? they care about him??? And he needs a minute to process that. Maybe more like five minutes. or ten.

Point is that by the time he manages to return to the dining room, BnT have left, Carol is handing out forks for everyone huddled at that end of the room to dig into the cobbler, and Sharon has a smug look like she's won. Well. Steve is not the sharpest crayon, but he's a true himbo - which means he also would never be cruel. He firmly, politely, permanently breaks up with her.

Then rushes out without his wallet or phone to go find BnT.

Now, BnT are aware that the saving grace for them tonight is that Steve is apparently blind to how much they like him. This has long since escalated past wanting to borrow him to scratch an itch, but they're not going to push the guy into anything. Luckily, they figure he'll miss the signs in their tirade like he missed everything else.

Thus, they are not expecting it when their door opens so sharply that it dents the wall, and Steve is left holding one side of the handle. Nor are they expecting him to start by apologizing for objectifying them, with a detailed list of examples. But Steve is Steve, and once he starts, he's going to be honest about all of it, because they deserve that if nothing else.

Tells them how much their friendship has meant to him. Tells them he felt so bad after the mudder race because he started to think about them sexually, and apologizes and promises that was the first time he ever thought about them like that. Steve is a good fifteen minutes into this self-flagellant speech and has plenty more to get through.

Bucky and Toni are just staring is horrified awe because they put on their sexiest clothes, they used their go to lines. They sat in his lap and made out with him, and he never -- n e v e r -- thought about them sexually until he saw them covered in mud and bruises??? Toni's brain keeps blue screening over that. Steve isn't going to stop apologizing. So Bucky pulls of Toni's shirt and shoves her at Steve before bracing a chair to keep the door shut.

And then a lot of sex. Wherein Steve might be big and tough and strong but he is not in charge of anything. And since he is deeply dedicated to doing right by his partners, he leaves them both wrecked. And since there are two of them, running on months of defeat and frustration, they leave him wrecked.

Somewhere in the afterglow, curled up and cozy in bed, Toni asks again about if he'd really never thought about this before the race. She's leading him, giving him the opportunity to say he did in a safe space. They want to keep him, and honesty is the best place to start. Honestly, she expects him to admit that he knew and didn't want to intrude on their relationship.

But. Nope. He swears he never did, and apologizes again for what he did and thought after the race. So Bucky and Toni share a quick look of mortified panic, and by the time Steve wakes up from a nap for the next round, Bucky and Toni have sworn all their friends to secrecy while they figure out how to tell Steve what they were up to without making him run away.

#stuckony #fem!bucky #Fem!tony #let bisexuals be bisexual #and let Steve be the Greatest Himbo of all time #this is a very silly thing #and I shan't write it #but if anyone else wants it #feel free

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