Ignore, my dear little grey face, that this ask is like two years old 😭
I'm trying desperately to claw my way back to this blog - to regular writing on this blog. I work too much. 😭😭
I haven't been writing so much lately but I have been telling myself I'm gathering inspiration to write as I have been, lately, re-reading the whole collection from wreckingthefinite on Archive (otherwise known as missjanedoeeyes on Tumblr). I managed to forget how good their fics are! I knew they were good, but damn! 🥴
Particularly, I just finished "Off Prospect" and 😩😩
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I would KILL for that fic to be finished. It is everything I want.
I feel like, privately, I've been really into pondering massive guts lately. Like. Obese. Huge bellies. Immobile blobs. That kick has lasted me a really long time. Yanno how you go through seasons in your interests? Or is that just me? I'll be totally consumed by pregnant bellies sometimes, beer bellies other times, huge bellies, little starter bellies, on and on.
But, Off Prospect and wreckingthefinite's words really reminded me about how hot gaining just a little weight is, too. The beginning of the gain. 🥴 A slow burn. ❤️🔥😩 My knees are weak, my arms are heavy, I'm breaking out mom's spaghetti recipe to overfeed that chubby 👏 boy 👏
And, god, I'm thinking about 40s Bucky getting soft.
Unbeta'd stucky belly kink nonsense below. Stuffing/snacking, weight gain, tight clothes, yanno the drill.
I'm thinking about Bucky from Steve's perspective and Steve having a gentle but life-changing, overwhelmingly hot realization that Bucky has gotten soft.
They're not together, not really, they have an unspoken thing, but then, when the weather is warm, unseasonably warm, and they head to the beach together on a fine spring afternoon but dons his swimsuit and Steve's mouth goes dry; with Bucky getting in his swimsuit for the first time since last summer, Steve has to confront that winter has treated Bucky well. He always gets a little stockier in the winter - there's more sitting, less walking, less working. (Steve thinks Bucky would make a fantastic brown bear, he has the head and body of hair for it alongside the hibernation habit already.) And Bucky was always big, too. Bigger than Steve, but that isn't hard. He was a big kid. He's built strong. Stocky. And... chunky. Just a little. So, he fills out his wool swimsuit more than Steve remembers, that's all. Maybe that's how it's always been?
Maybe...
But, oh, Bucky, Steve could swoon like one of his school-yard crush dames.
His chest looks broad. His arms thicker. His belly certainly isn't concave, it isn't flat, but it isn't totally round either. It's there. It's... chubby? Tubby, even? Somewhere between chubby and his usual softer lean body. His hips and entire waist looks wider. His thighs drag past each other just enough for Steve to notice it. His ass is bigger. He looks good. The little double chin he's always had, a bite of softness below his chin... it's more noticeable, too.
Steve spends the whole afternoon staring at Bucky, not at the gorgeous sand or glistening waves.
Think about Bucky's pudgy belly rounding out the front! 😵💫 Think about Bucky's soft, squeezable hips bulging out from those little outputs at the sides! 😳 Think about Bucky's chub lipping out, starting to look big, not because he's even really that big yet, it's just a tight fit from last summer! 😩
It just gets worse as summer really comes around, too. Steve has to bear witness to Bucky getting softer and softer. Heavier and heavier. Until he's really chubby.
They head to the beach and Bucky happily swallows down any and all flavors of frozen custard, saltwater taffy, ice cream, cotton candy, frozen bananas, candied popcorn, candied peanuts, jelly apples, sodas, and, well, anything edible. He has a sweet tooth the side of Coney Island itself, but he won't turn his nose up at anything savory, that's for sure. He ain't picky. You can tell, just looking at him. You don't have to see him licking his fingers or using a napkin to clean up his sticky, swollen lips the way Steve does seven thousand times a day. He's always munching - always putting away, packing it around his belt.
He starts to look puffy. His belly is full and fluffy, bulging against the trying-its-best-belt at his swimsuit's waist. As the season deepens and his weight grows steadily heavier, he gets hotter more easily, fanning himself with the paperback novel he brought to the beach, waving it at his round, blushing cheeks. His cherub chubby cheeks still dimple when he smiles but his chin doubles so much thicker now. His chest starts to get flabbier, too. Once, memorably, Steve gasps so hard, seeing Bucky shift on his towel, reaching for their knapsack of too many snacks for just two people - they don't need enough to feed the whole Barnes' family, there's only one Barnes here, but that doesn't stop Bucky from eating it all - that he sends himself into an asthma attack. Bucky moves and his swimsuit, just, can't contain him. His mounding, handful-of-fat, pec comes spilling out, exposing his soft, pink, puffy nipple. It's had to stretch out, softer, pinker, and sweetly capping off all this plushness. He. He almost has breasts.
Steve wants to squeeze him. Steve wants to bite him. Steve -
Steve can't handle how chubby he is.
Steve might be an artist - his mind is full of hues, values, compositions - but he could transform spontaneously into a writer just studying Bucky as he expands to fill more and more of his beach towel throughout the summer. He's everything. He's: tubby, soft, husky, round, plump, generous (especially around the middle), chubby, puffy, stout, pudgy, roly-poly, big, fleshy, rotund, portly, chunky, hefty, padded, heavy, ample, full, et cetera.
OKOKOK BUT. Steve and Bucky in a personal trainer au.
One of them is a personal trainer that the other goes to to get into shape. They're not overweight or anything, they're just averagely built, so they want to get shredded like they see in comic books and TV and the like. So they start training, but instead of helping him get super swoll, the trainer starts encouraging him to gain weight. He writes him a rigorous diet plan filled with fattening, sugary foods, encourages him to drink copious alcohol at every opportunity, fixes his protein shakes with weight gain power and appetite stimulants, and convinces him that in order to gain muscles you have to gain weight because the more fat you have the more muscles that fat will convert to. They still do training together, but the trainer only makes him do exercises that will show him how much his swelling body jiggles and shakes where it never had before. In the end, with the other guy so much fatter than he ever had been, with moobs and a double chin and a sagging gut, he gives up and decides the exercise is too much work, and when the trainer suggests that they could still be friends and hang out, he no longer has to hide all his attempts at fattening him up, because now he's doing it al on his own anyway. 🥵
Between Steve and Bucky, I don't know who would be the trainer and who would be the unsuspecting other guy....
Can I interest you in a fic where Steve is a personal trainer and teases the SHIT out of big, getting bigger Bucky when they meet by chance in their apartment building? Bucky would never be caught dead taking the stairs after getting out of the army, but when the elevator breaks...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Or... maybe this other fic where Steve's a personal trainer and Bucky is his childhood best friend, also just out of the military, not looking for training but certainly looking for treats and gaining as a result of it? (Chapter 5 is EXACTLY that workout montage you described with lots of teasing)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
BUT WAIT! There's more. There's also a childhood friends to lovers fic with lots of kinky weight gain set around Steve being a personal trainer and Bucky as an administrator at the gym. If you like figuring out feelings through kink, you'll love this
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I hope those hit the spot because whenever I think about the personal trainer trope, by brain starts to smoke as I combine those three fics into one messy, hedonistic fantasy in my head. I'm not sure I can concentrate enough to do anything but froth at the mouth rn 🥵🥵
This is the second post in a series of wg author/fic recommendations. I'm tagging authors' tumblr accounts if I know them, under the assumption that people will want to hear if their work is being discussed, but please let me know if you'd like to be untagged (or tagged, or to have this post removed, etc.)
Next up is another titan of 2010s wg fic, wreckingthefinite (@missjanedoeeyes-blog)! WTF was our fandom "dumpster mom" back in the day and I lowkey wanted to be her when I grew up. Her fics run the gamut from comfy soft feedism to kinky fat-shaming, and they often feel really grounded and realistic but in a way that doesn't at all detract from the eroticism.
my favorite fics:
384 (Avengers, 2017) and its sequel What Are You Gonna Do About It? (2017). Bucky and Steve reunite after some time apart, during which Bucky has grown to 384 pounds. Bucky has trouble fitting in all sorts of places, Steve teases him for it, there's a description of Bucky maneuvering himself in bed in ch 3 that rewired my brain. The teasing is hot and you get the sense that they're both so into it.
Going Up (Avengers, 2017, collab with SevereStorms). Another godsend if you're into teasing/shaming. The elevator in fat Bucky's apartment building breaks, and while he's struggling up the stairs he meets his personal trainer neighbor, Steve. This is also an excellent example of feedee goading feeder; Bucky pushes Steve's buttons by flaunting his weight and gluttony and lack of fitness until Steve catches on and amps up the meanness.
Wherever You Want It to Be (Six of Crows, 2017) and its sequel Tease (2018). The first is on the softer side, the second a bit shamier. Both feature tight clothes and a chubby rich guy.
