reader who lovessss buckys soft tummy and is constantly wrapped around him pressing her face into his chest and keeping her hand on his tummy when theyāre lying in bed and she asks him one day to lie on top of her and buckys a little self conscious and doesnāt want to hurt her but eventually caves in and it becomes his favourite thing everšš
Bucky always pretends he doesnāt notice itāthe way your hand migrates in your sleep.
It starts innocent enough: your arm draped over his waist, cheek pillowed on his chest, legs tangled with his because you always end up on his side of the bed. But sometime during the night, instinctively, without fail, your palm slides downā¦ downā¦ until it settles right over the softest part of him.
His stomach.
And you hug it. Full on, fingers splayed, warm and protective like itās your favorite thing in the world.
Which, wellā¦ it kind of is.
You nuzzle into his chest, eyes half-closed, voice muffled with sleep. āās mine,ā you mumble, squeezing gently.
Bucky swears his heart stops every time.
He should be used to it by now. The way you treat his body with such reverence. The way you kiss every scar like itās holy. The way you hold him like softness isnāt a flawāitās a privilege to touch.
But his brain still clings to old habits. Old voices. Old insecurities.
Big men arenāt supposed to be soft.
Super soldiers definitely arenāt supposed to be soft.
And yetā¦ when your hand cups his tummy, when your cheek presses into his sternum, when you hum in sleepy contentment like he is your comfort?
He thinks softness might be the greatest gift heās ever been given.
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One slow, lazy Sunday morning, sunlight spills across the sheets. Bucky is already awake beneath you, tracing circles on your back. Youāre starfished over him, shirt riding up, one leg thrown over his hip, your handāwhere else?āspread warm and possessive over his stomach.
You stretch, kiss the underside of his jaw, then settle your chin on his chest to look up at him.
āBucky?ā you ask, voice rough with sleep.
āMm?ā
āCan youā¦ lie on top of me?ā
His whole body tenses.
You blink up at him innocently, fingertips drawing shapes over his stomach like youāre soothing him.
āIām heavy,ā he insists, embarrassed. āLikeāactually heavy. I could hurt you.ā
You cup his cheeks, soft and serious. āJames Buchanan Barnes. Do I look like someone who would ask for something that would hurt me?ā
āN-Noā¦ā
āAnd do I look like someone who doesnāt know exactly how much I can take?ā
That earns a short huff of a laugh, but thereās still hesitation in his eyes.
You bring his metal hand to your chest, pressing it over your heartbeat. āI want you on top of me. I want all your weight. I want to feel you everywhere.ā
He goes still.
Because if thereās one thing Bucky Barnes has never been in his life, itās someone who is allowed to take up spaceāphysically, emotionally, or otherwise.
But youā¦ you ask him to.
You want him to.
You want all of him.
āCāmere,ā you whisper.
Heās careful at first, moving like heās made of glass instead of solid muscle and warm, pillowy softness. He braces most of his weight on his elbows, hovering above you, cheeks pink.
āBuck.ā You slide your hands down his ribs, over the stretch of soft skin at his waist. āRelax.ā
āI am relaxed.ā
You bury your face in his chest pointedly. āYouāre holding yourself up like a goddamn bridge.ā
Another huff. But this time you feel itāyou feel him slowly sink, gently, cautiously, lowering his weight over you inch by inch untilā
āOh,ā he breathes.
Your arms slide around him immediately. Your legs cradle his hips. Your fingers slip under his shirt, palms warm against the curve of his tummy, and you hum like youāve just found the exact position you were put on this earth to be in.
āSee?ā you murmur. āPerfect.ā
Bucky melts.
Actually melts.
His full body relaxes into yours, heavy and warm and safe. His head drops to your shoulder, nose pressing into your neck. You feel him exhale, long and unguarded, like his whole soul just unclenched.
āYou feel so good,ā you whisper into his hair. āI love your weight on me.ā
His stomach flutters beneath your hand.
āYouā¦ really like this?ā he asks quietly.
āBucky, I love this. I love you.ā You press a kiss to his temple. āAnd your tummy is my favorite part.ā
He groansāmortified, flattered, overwhelmed. āDonāt say stuff like that.ā
āWhy not?ā You rub gentle circles over the soft skin, your voice playful and sweet. āItās warm and cozy and perfect. Youāre perfect.ā
He hides his face in your neck.
You laugh softly. āIs my big, scary super soldier shy because his girlfriend loves his tummy?ā
āDoll, please,ā he mumbles, voice muffled and hopeless.
But thenāthenāyou feel it.
He rests his full weight on you. Finally trusting you. Finally believing you wonāt break.
He sighs like heās sinking into heaven.
And your hands stay exactly where they always are: wrapped around him, hugging the softness he tries so hard to pretend isnāt there.
āYouāre gonna kill me with how good this feels,ā he whispers.
You kiss the side of his head. āGood. Stay right here forever.ā
And Buckyāsweet, overwhelmed, tummy-loved Buckyāclings to you and murmurs:
āYeah. I think I will.ā
Because it turns out?
Lying on top of youāheavy, safe, adoredāis his new favorite thing in the entire world.
concept: pulling you closer by your belt loops but itās kinda hard to slip my fingers through them because your rounded gut is pressing so heavily against the fabric and the pudge across your upper belly is spilling over the waistband and if not for how those jeans squeeze at your new softness i mightāve guessed they were painted on and oh god that poor zipperā¦ what were we talking about? come here baby. letās get those off of you; they look so uncomfortable.. ;)
if you're sad rn have you tried playing with your tummy a little. you should never not consider playing with your tummy as emotional help it's always very good
gift art for @guppygiggles !! as a huge thank you for drawing my oc jamie so wonderfully as part of your july request event, i wanted to try drawing your sweeties casper & avery in exchange! thank you so much again, these two are so cute and i loved drawing them c:
fat femmes in bathing suits. two pieces, one pieces, tankinis, swim dresses, rompers. peeking smooth, round thighs, hugging curves. cute patterns like fruit and gingham and flowers. showing off for their butches so they can get pinned down later.
Request for @laughwing! I can't even tell you how much fun this was, Jamie is exactly the kind of character I love to draw!! I saw you seemed to like magical themes, so I went with a "spell gone wrong" type beat. I hope you like it!
[no minors please!]
Perhaps draw one of your ocs receiving tummy kisses?š„¹
Yes of course, my leige. These two are other toys to tear open. Kua is the silly twink and his big blonde loser is Elliot. Thank you for your patronage, I will now commence my assault against the sun.
daydreaming about the sensuality of stretched skin over accumulating softness..
every kiss on your yielding inner thigh felt more acutely, every trace over the curve of your lower belly making you shudder, the tenderest, growing parts of you so responsive to my touch.
the more of you there is, the more sensitive you become. more excitable. more eager.
and you canāt hide it either. every time your breath hitches or your legs press together as my fingers graze new softness, every small sound you let escape as i explore all of youāit gives you away. how needy you are.
good thing thereās so much of you now; so many places to lingerā¦ so many ways to make you feel so good.
kink aside i just think chub is sooo cute and aesthetically pleasing (ā ā„ā ļ¹ā ā„ā ) very jealous of those with nice soft bodies and rounded stomachs and double chins etc etc. that's the goal
Imagine laying comfortably on your bed, your shirt slowly and teasingly being lifted up. You can feel the cool air on your skin, goosebumps forming quickly as more of your tummy is revealed. Your ler's hands hold the bottom of your shirt as it goes up just past your ribs.
Then they give your tummy a simple kiss, gently placing their lips against you once. Then twice. Then thrice. Each and everytime they make contact with your tummy makes you flinch and giggle, yet at the same time it's relaxing. The warmth of their lips forming a smile hearing you giggle with each kiss on your tummy fights back the coolness of the air around you.
Between each kiss is their hands softly rubbing your torso, making you feel comforted and safe. Maybe even a sly flick of their tongue to further eccentuate just how much they enjoy this personal connection between them and your tummy. Every technique used makes you flinch, your tummy fluttering with ticklish laughter. Your sides, hips, ribs, belly, and navel are all given the very same attention. And through it all, no matter how unbearable it might get, you are quite enjoying yourself.
Who would've thought something so ticklish would feel so nice?
