Warning: smut . 18+ minors dni. Creampie. Cumplay. Dom bucky . Daddy kink. Bucky is thicc.chubby bucky. Inappropriate use of Bucky's cream.
Pairing: chubby bucky x baker reader.
You were currently laid on your stomach, bucky fucking you from behind, his soft tummy moving on your back with every thrust .
"Bucky..." You moaned his name. Bucky smirked as he kept pounding into your poor pussy.
"does that feel good sweets, is my cock making you feel good . " His grip on your neck loosened.
"yes daddy feels so good, your cock is filling me up so nicee." You whimpered.
Bucky loved teasing you, he stopped mid thrust , just to reach for the cream filled donuts nearby , he took a huge bite of it , "hmm tastes so good sweetheart.". You were desperate for him to move , but you knew he wouldn't. So you started fucking yourself on his cock, moving your ass up and down his member, making him almost choke on the donut. "Jeez sweets what's gotten into you today, you're usually a patient girl when daddy fucks you." He went back to taking charge now, gripped your hips tightly slamming into you making you go limp on his dick, he loved using you like this, he knew you loved it too.
" daddy ..." Bucky smacked your ass a few times ,before fucking into you again.
"tell me sweets, does it feel good ?" You only manage to yes. "Do you want daddy's cream? You want daddy to fill this hole? Like you filled those donuts . He knew the right dirty talk that would get you going.
"yes daddy want you to fill me with cream .".
" you're gonna come along with daddy yeah? Let go when i tell you to." He grips your ass firm enough to leave marks, bouncing you on his cock so swiftly, he didn't even break a sweat yet, tet you were so far gone after 7 orgasms .
"come for daddy sweets." And you both came his cum spilling into you, your combined juices leaking out of your pussy. Bucky gathered them with his fingers , and slipped it into his mouth.
"fuck we taste to good together sweets, wanna try?" You whimper out a yes. He took more of your cum and let you suck on his fingers, making you taste it. "Doesn't that taste good sweets?"
"hmm it's soo good baby ." In the middle of tasting it you got an awesome idea.
"are you sure about this sweets ?" Bucky really was still processing the level of filth you were doing , bringing him to your bakery telling him you were working on a few flavour. The next he knows you pulled his cock out jerking him off , then you explained you plan to him.
"oh you're so unbelievable sweets, you wanna put my cum on a donut?" Bucky loved the idea .
"yes barnes now be a good boy and cum in that bowl, don't waste it." He did as you said.
Bucky usually came a lot due to his enchanced abilities. And it was just enough to dip your donut in the bowl, you took a bite , savouring the taste.
"you like that sweets? Maybe you can sell it in your bakery as a special." He joked.
You furrowed your brows. " Nooo it's only for me ".
"really my sweets doesn't wanna share her new favourite flavour with the world? "
"no barnes , if they want it they can get their own super soldier." Bucky smiled at your possesiveness. "Don't be so jealous sweetheart you know I'm all yours." He pressed a loving kiss to your lips. " I know daddy ."
there's something so intimate about seeing you grow. seeing you change before my eyes. become bigger. rounder. softer. develop rolls and stretchmarks. take up more space while shrinking the clothes that once fit you so well. become unrecognizable, from your increasing appetite to your greedy, insatiable groans demanding more as you eat and eat and eat. not to mention the ever-rising number of the scale as you morph yourself, feed yourself into constant before-photos. stuffed, overfed, your brain rewired to constantly think only of food, your next meal, binging until you can barely move and beg for belly rubs. you're different. you look different. you move differently, think differently. exist differently. you've changed.
They would be so cute 🥺💗 especially if the reader was a baker or chef
Oh my God! Yes! Mutual chubbiness!? Hell yeah! (I'm sorry for answering this ask like 2 years later 😭)
You own a bakery in town, it's a very authentic bakery. That's where Bucky met you 2 years ago when he came in for a coffee.
His therapist had told him he needed to go out more. So there he was, grumpily walking into the bakery.
That's when he saw you, you with your (maybe a tad old fashioned) clothing, your apron that's perfectly hugging your curves, showing off your wide hips, thick thighs and a cute rounded belly. You had always been chubby, ever since you were a kid. But despite a few comments people told you about your weight, you were never bothered by it. You liked the way you looked, soft, caring and comfy. And besides you loved to eat pastries almost as much as you loved to bake them!
You were the first thing Bucky saw when he walked in. His eyes roaming over your body, looking at your hips, thighs and hmmm your belly, he then looks at your face. Your pretty face and beautiful smile.
For a moment he forgets about the rest of the world.
It's you who first starts a conversation, you're charming and funny. And Bucky finds he can talk to you easily.
After a bit you exchange phone numbers.
-2 years later-
Things are different now, not bad, but different.
For one, the two of you are living together now in a cozy apartment.
But also Bucky's body, you're no longer the only chubby one anymore.
Bucky had grown over the last 2 years. Grown to love your pastries, grown as a person and definitely grown around his middle. He had a nice plump belly now, that's hanging over his belt. His thighs are thick and make a perfect seat for you. His arm has thickened up, still lots of muscles but also padded with fat.
His face has grown more round and pudgy. A cute double chin resting comfortably under his chin. His tits (as you like to call them) are nice and plump. Perfect for your hands to grab, squeeze, kiss, bite and jiggle.
He definitely doesn't look the way he did when he first met you... and if he was honest. He wouldn't change a thing.
He liked tasting your pastries when you were baking. He liked snacking with you in the middle of the night. He liked having dinner with you until he was so full he had to unbutton his pants.
He liked feeling full, no longer having an aching hunger in his belly, he liked being able to sleep, because the food comforted him. He liked how people didn't look at him like he was a weapon anymore. He LOVED how you would play with his belly. He LOVED the way you looked at him.
And most importantly he loved the way his body matches yours.
Both your body as his body showed that it had been taken care of and loved.
Your bodies represented your relationship. And neither of you would change a thing♡
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Bucky being part of the *thunderbolts, but honestly val really hasn't been giving them any missions. While the others are fairly busy making suits and well... bragging about being avenger. Bucky gets bored.
He misses Steve... he misses Sam...
At first he still works out everyday makes sure to stay in shape, for when they do get a mission (which does not appear to be any time soon).
But after a while he doesn't really see the point anymore. He stops working out unless he really has some build up anger (so about once a week and mostly his arms).
After a bit he also starts comfort eating. Eating meals he shared with steve before the war (but then better). Eating meals he shared with Steve in this century. Eating meals he ate with Sam while working on the boat. Meals Sarah would make them.
Just comfort food. Reminding him of the times he had with them.
After a while however he notices all food helps. Not just things related to his past.
Actually he really enjoys trying new foods (especially all the fast food joints. Which he is trying out with Alexi).
Until one day he notices he can't get his zipper up. At first he figures he must've washed it wrong. But when he tries on another pair he realizes this can't be the case.
He tries to get the zipper up using his metal arm, instead breaking the zipper.
But then he just shrugs. Grabs some sweatpants and orders some new pants.
He's too old to care about some extra weight now, he spent more than enough of his life being starved. He's gonna let himself enjoy this now.
So he keeps eating. And eating. And eating.
And he keeps growing. And growing. And growing.
More often than not you can find his hand resting on his soft belly.
His belly now spilling over the edge of his pants, aswell as his soft hips.
His tits perky and soft decorated with little pink stretchmarks.
There are little fat rolls forming around his middle. Where sweat pools in the summer.
His thighs have gotten thicker and are painted with beautiful stretchmarks.
His face softer than ever with a small double chin forming. Even when he's not looking down.
His dimples more visible now, especially when he smiles and laughs. (Which seems to be more often now a days)
He feels... happy and relaxed... for the first time in a while
