#i wanna be someones bowl of cereal 🥺

[tojisun]

this is so johnny 😭

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF your last few fills are brain scrambling thank you for your service

Tbh I have been thinking about the fat himbo Bucky concept w the WG denial and then saw the recent curse one with clothes ripping and my brain said‼️

So: Any thoughts on himbo Buck just pouring out of his clothes and being like “Steve why did you shrink all my stuff in the wash🥺” since you wrote he was a former athlete just imagine some old teeny workout shorts w that stretch marked belly & lovehandles hanging out🥵plus hims poor ass about to rip the shorts in half. Meanwhile Steve probably has a coronary like “alsnsnsbd babe sorry bABE we’ll have to buy new ones” while totally stretching the daily peep show out until everything is impossible to fit Bucky’s fat ass steadily growing…hoo boy

If you want to write anything yeehaw but whatever you wanna do, if not I hope my horny ramblings were entertaining

Oblivious heavy himbo Bucky + Bucky's rapid weight gain curse

Thanks! ❤️

I am always happy to make people’s brains malfunction 😂

Also YES! That’s such a good combination 🤌🤌

Hell yes, himbo Bucky cursed to burst out of all of his clothes 🥵

I have to say though, as much as I love fast, super intense rapid weight gain… I think for himbo Bucky it would be really hot if he somehow gets cursed with a slower weight gain curse. Like, it’s still much faster than he would ever be able to put weight on irl, no matter how much he stuffed himself every day, but it’s not the instantaneous gain either. The curse is just slow enough that Steve can see Bucky expand if he keeps looking at Bucky for more than a few seconds. This also means that the curse is slow enough that Bucky doesn’t notice it - keeping on theme with the weight gain denial a little bit. Bucky isn’t paying enough attention and isn’t smart enough to notice there’s anything wrong.

Not right away.

Maybe Steve bought a charm off of someone claiming to be a witch... Maybe Steve had a sorcerer put a mild curse on Bucky that they promised would wear off after a little while... However you would like to imagine the curse came about, Steve knows that Bucky is growing much faster now than he would without some help. But, still, he isn't growing so fast as to give away the game.

So, how long will it take Bucky to notice? Such a pretty, sweet, and stupid boy. Place your bets now!

Stucky belly kink ahead! Be warned! It’s unbeta’d and there’s also some dub-con elements in it because Bucky doesn’t know, at first, that he’s been cursed and gaining weight. Otherwise, it’s the usual belly kink with stuffing, weight gain, tight clothes, etc.

Throughout the day when it kicks in, Bucky asks a bunch of stupid questions, like:

“Why are you looking at me so much, Steve?”

When Steve can’t help but zone out on Bucky. He’s watching Bucky chow down from across the kitchen island. Right now, Bucky’s happily munching on his fifth bowl of cereal. His fifth bowl even after Steve woke him up with the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Steve had a protein shake, perfectly caloric and with the appropriate macronutrients. The traditional, sweet, and savory breakfast foods were all for Bucky.

And Bucky scarfed it all down plus, obviously, then some. Hence the five bowls of cereal.

Steve has been trying to keep his cool while watching Bucky’s double chin get thicker and thicker. He’s been trying not to lunge across the kitchen island to bury his face in between Bucky’s tits. Why does Bucky have to sleep shirtless and have breakfast shirtless? It’s killing Steve! 😫

Bucky’s tits have always been soft and tempting since he began gaining but watching them get plumper and plumper by the second is awful. Steve has to chew on the inside of his cheek to keep from reaching out and sinking his teeth into those tits. Or, Christ, his nipples. As he gains, slowly but surely, his nipples are getting bigger and bigger. Softer and softer looking. Pinker and pinker. Steve is dying to know if they’re any more sensitive now than they were last night before all this started. They have to be. Right now, his nipples look so hard. Steve wants to put his mouth on his lush tits so fucking bad.

Steve shakes his head, trying to be normal and throwing on a cheesy grin, “what? A guy can’t look at his best pal?”

Bucky slurps another spoonful of milk and sugary cereal and grins sweetly. His face is already fatter, oof, and his chubbier cheeks turn the prettiest pink at the compliment. He waves a hand as if to say, stop it! But he keeps eating and he keeps letting Steve stare.

Steve looks for a little while longer until Bucky squirms in place under his appreciative stare. When he squirms his tits jiggle. And Steve can’t take it. He’s sweating. He can’t even imagine what’s happening to that tummy of his under the kitchen counter between the curse and all the food he’s eating.

Steve rasps, “I’m gonna go shower.”

Bucky nods and reaches for the box sitting next to his bowl on the counter, pouring himself another bowl.

Oh, God.

Steve rushes off to the bathroom but he makes the mistake of looking back. And he’s presented with a way-too-hot view of Bucky’s ass and love handles slowly creeping wider and wider. He’s growing out of the kitchen island bar stool right in front of Steve’s eyes. If he sits there for the rest of the day… will the stool eventually break? Will he get too big? Will his ass get two, three, four times wider than that stool?

🥴🥴🥴

Steve is-

Steve is going to shower.

Steve is going to take a very long, very hot shower because… because his muscles hurt from his run earlier this morning. That’s. That’s also why he’s so sweaty. He went on a run before breakfast. Mmm-hmm. That’s it.

“Steve, why are my clothes so tight!?”

By the time Steve is done in the shower and has changed into his comfortable, I’m-not-leaving-the-house-today clothes, Bucky is sitting on the couch, still in his own PJs. Steve trips over nothing in the hallway. Turning the corner to reveal Bucky reveals that he is still eating. He’s got the second box of their cereal out (he must’ve finished the first already 🥵) and is putting handfuls of it right into his mouth. Not caring that it’s dry. Just. Hand-to-mouth. Feeding himself. Like he can’t stop. Almost like he doesn’t know he’s doing it.

“Huh?” Steve says intelligently.

Bucky pulls at his little workout shorts. Not basketball shorts but tiny, little shorts. Like the kind you see women running in these days. Like the kind of shorts that men wore in the 1980s. Hiding nothing.

And when Bucky pulls at his shorts - the ones he wore in college when he actually fit into them - he doesn’t pull at the waistband of the shorts. He can’t. It’s buried under his tummy. Instead, he pulls at the bottom hem of them. The bottom hem has ridden up to the very, very top of his thighs, sitting down the way he is, showing off the way his pale thighs spread on the sofa.

“My sleep shorts don’t fit anymore,” he pouts.

How did Steve not notice before that even his thighs are covered in little stretch marks? Sure, they’re light. But. They’re still there. How could he miss them!?

Steve might faint. He just… just had some alone time in the shower, how does he already need more?

Steve really wants to turn right back around so he isn’t completely overwhelmed by how fucking hot Bucky is but also he wants to go right up to Bucky and he wants to fall to his knees between his legs and he wants to sit there forever. He wants to watch Bucky grow bigger and bigger and bigger. He wants to touch him as he gets softer and softer, heavier and heavier, larger and larger. Steve does neither, instead, he comes up behind Bucky on the couch, pressing himself to the back of the couch for no reason (it’s definitely not to get a little friction and pressure against himself, nope) other than to be able to massage his shoulders. An excuse to touch him, to soothe him, and to say, “sorry, baby, I probably messed up the dryer settings. They must’ve shrunk last time I did laundry.”

Bucky crunches thoughtfully on his cereal.

Steve keeps massaging his shoulders, disbelieving his hands and his eyes, how can someone’s shoulders get fat? Fuck. 😮‍💨

“It’s okay,” Bucky says once he swallows. “Can I get more?”

“Of course.” Steve’s mind catches up to his mouth after he answers, “although… maybe not today.”

“Why not?” Bucky asks, “we’re not doing anything, right? We could go shopping?”

“Eh,” Steve shrugs and can’t help but stroke his fingers down Bucky’s throat as he swallows again. He gets goosebumps. “I just don’t feel like shopping today. Wouldn’t you rather relax all day anyway.” Standing over Bucky the way he is, Steve can see two kinds of progression - he can see the way Bucky’s belly makes slow, steady progress over his thighs, pushing farther and farther out, and he can see the way the amount of cereal in the box gets lower and lower.

“I do like doing nothing.” Bucky says, all sunny.

“I know, baby,” Steve pats his head and he thinks and you deserve to do nothing. Do nothing but get bigger and bigger. But, for now, he walks away. Only throwing over his shoulder, “are you gonna shower, Buck?”

“Eventually.”

“Steeeeve how come I’m so hungry? I’m hungry all the time but why am I so hungry today? Can you hear my stomach growling?”

It’s only an hour after Bucky had an early lunch when he asks that. He’s snacked more before lunch and he’s also showered by now.

(Steve may have mourned the loss of getting to keep an eye on Bucky’s growth while he was showering, singing carelessly and loudly and off-tune as he cleaned up, but that all dissipated when Bucky came back out with a few extra inches. Asking, “did you wash these clothes too, Stevie? They’re tight too. Tighter than my shorts!” And Steve can tell. The clean clothes he’s stuffed himself into are his own lazy day clothes. An old, college t-shirt that’s white with their navy blue college logo stretched over Bucky’s bigger tits. The bottom of the shirt doesn’t even come close to covering his gut. Half of it is just hanging out, showing off his thickening waist. Showing off how his poor shorts, another pair of little ones because, of course. They are being crushed under the weight of his tacked-on belly and chunky love handles as well as being stretched across his fat ass.)

And…

Can you hear my stomach growling, only an hour after I’ve stopped forcing food into it?

Steve totally can hear it growling. Gurgling. All that food shifting around inside him. Accelerating his growth.

Steve might also be able to hear it stretching. All that plush fat struggling to grow around the mass of food packed into one overtaxed stomach. Steve can’t describe the amount of hunger he suddenly feels himself. Is it wrong to want to bite him? He’s just so fat and plump and-

Steve licks his lips. If he didn’t close his mouth he might start drooling. He wouldn’t eat Bucky, obviously, but he does want to devour him. Y’know?

“Yeah,” Steve breathes in and out. Slow. Like Bucky’s never-ending growth. He doesn’t want to faint. “Yeah, you’re alway hungry, Buck. An’, yeah, I can hear your stomach growling. Are you sure you ate enough, baby? You gotta be hungry for a reason.”

Bucky pouts, “I thought I did eat enough!”

“Do you want some more?”

“Oh, please,” Bucky moans. He moans. And. Doesn’t even seem to notice. He’s so effortlessly hot. Steve can’t stand it. He walks to the fridge to pull out more leftovers to reheat but also to stick his head in the cold. While his back is turned, Steve also bites into his fist and lets out a moan of his own. He didn’t anticipate this being so hard on him. Bucky isn’t struggling like Steve is. Bucky is just enjoying himself. Ignorance is bliss. Stupid and so, wonderfully happy. It’s sweet. Steve can’t stand it, it’s so sweet. Like, why does even that turn him on?

God, he’s a pervert. 🥴😵‍💫

“Am I always this big Steve?”

Hdhfhdjs, Steve’s brain provides helpfully. He’s too stunned by the question to add anything right away. He can’t answer! For the last two hours, he’s been trying his best to not tear through the throw pillow he’s had in his lap with his hands fisted in it to keep himself from grabbing Bucky and giving up the game and also leaving it in his lap to hide how much he’s into what has been going on right under Bucky’s nose (more like under his double-chin and past his g-u-t 🥵).

Also for the past two hours he’s been swiveling his head between the TV playing some reality TV show that Bucky enjoys to Bucky himself.

Over the past two, maybe three, hours Bucky has been munching. Steadily getting more and more snacks from the pantry. Filling himself beyond full. Stuffing himself. Steve isn’t sure if he isn’t aware he’s full, not noticing the signals from his body while being so absorbed in his show, or… maybe the curse keeps his stomach growing as well as his fat? Like, he really can’t get full, his stomach getting larger and larger, or maybe all the calories are instantly being digested and used for more fat so, he has to eat to keep up. Steve doesn’t know. It doesn’t matter though.

All the matters is not exploding.

He’s all sweaty again and very turned on and paying way, way more attention to the sounds Bucky is making than anything else. His noisy tummy. His clothes creak - the seams scream under the pressure. His little huffs and puffs and satisfied moans. His “oofs” when he drags himself up, off the sofa. His laughter at himself, nearly unable to hold his balance under the weight of his always bigger body. His hiccups when he eats or drinks faster than his body knows what to do with and the following groans of overfullness along with the sound of his hands caressing his pregnant, over-due looking gut sitting in front of him.

“Steve?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Have I gotten bigger?” He asks, turning towards Steve, bringing one of his thick legs up onto the couch, and, oh, God, running a chubby hand over his enormous belly. “Or am I always like this?” To emphasize this he wiggles, just a little. Just enough to sway his belly back and forth which is better to Steve than any perfect, sinful strip tease could ever be. His big, fat, pale gut wobbling. All that lard hanging out, thick and round, from his t-shirt that might as well be a bra at this point, straining around his full breasts, the seams bringing to pop under his fat arms. His shorts have ridden up every time he sits back down on his fat ass, and have been pushed down by his growing belly until Steve can only see little peaks of them around his fat. They’re beginning to break too.

Does Bucky even know?

Does he know he’s practically naked?

Does he know he’s rapidly gaining weight yet?

Steve’s head is spinning, watching Bucky as he continues to touch himself.

“No,” Steve finally replies, breathless.

Bucky’s eyebrows come together. He obviously doesn’t understand. Sweet, stupid boy.

Which means Steve has to explain what’s going on. Bucky’s face, as he learns what’s been happening to him, is practically orgasmic. He loves it. Then, it’s Steve’s turn to ask a question, “so, you’ve been getting fatter all day, Buck, did you seriously not notice?”

Bucky shakes his head. He grabs an overflowing handful of blubber at the side of his ballooned belly - wide and fat and impossibly heavy, sticking out in front of him. And he leaves his hand there for long enough to feel himself growing.

Expanding.

Larger and Larger.

Bucky bites his lip, just feeling himself for a moment. Not even trying to put on a show for Steve but putting on the best possible one anyway. Especially when he seemingly can’t take it anymore, letting his head fall back with a ragged moan. Shifting his hips and murmuring, “no wonder I’ve felt so good all day, Stevie. I love getting fatter.”

It flickers through Steve’s mind to say, I know, it’s why I did this. I did it for you, sweet boy. But no thoughts are sticking for long in Steve’s head.

Besides, Steve can’t take it anymore, and he doesn’t have to. So, he pounces. Lunging forward and plastering himself around Bucky’s rotund gut. It feels so much better than it looks. It feels pornographic to have Bucky’s fat balloon against Steve’s own body, slowly working to push Steve out of Bucky’s crowded lap.

🥴🥴🥴

I hope you enjoyed!

[softliebgott]

— shifty headcanon: that time of the month

about: haven’t written shifty before 🥹 hope it’s okay

warnings: natural body stuff!!

— when you realize you’ve been getting irritated at the slightest things all week…you know. your time has come

— but there’s no hope in saving your favorite pair of underwear for when Aunt Flow arrives

— and she’s HEAVY

— the pad package: 8 hours of protection

— but your flow like: 3. take it or leave it

— shifty being so surprised that you trust him enough to go get more when you run out

— if he’s getting pads he’s like, “they look like those things you put over your eyes before you sleep right? but with wings?”

— if it’s tampons, “the sticks?”

— he’s the type to bring home a whole care package; the biggest bottle of pain pills that you wanna pour out and just eat like a bowl of cereal, a colorful stuffed animal, a box of fancy chocolates, and some candles with scents to help relax you

— why do i see him putting on the “puppy bowl” channel, thinking the cute puppies playing soccer will cheer you up but when you’d start crying at how cute they are and he immediately apologizes and hugs you

— as your personal caretaker, he’ll make you as comfy as possible

— he might get kinda sad if you wanna be left alone but he’ll understand (this shy boy just loves you a lot)

— if it’s cold outside, he loves making hot chocolate for you and he would be the type to overfill it with mini marshmallows

— no but if you’re a little insecure about any water weight it’s okay!!! shifty trying to cheer you up, comparing you to the mini marshmallows like “they’re cute and squishy like you!”

— “i don’t wanna be squishy!”

— shifty: 🥺🥺 “but it’s okay to be”

— if you get mood swings like you wanna fight a bitch or kill someone, shifty will let you use his gun for target practice outside to get those feelings out

[envirae]

TXT Reacting to having a small s/o !

genre: fluff, established relationship

pairing: txt x gn!reader

requested: by anon (enhypen version is already up!)

tagging: @youreverydayzebra @bloom-bloom-pow​ 

choi yeonjun

he babies u 

BUT

that doesn’t mean teasing isn’t part of it !!

he watches u struggle to reach like a box of cereal or something

“you need help with that dollface?”

you stand there like 😑😑

“...yes.”

gets all giddy to go help you

“if you needed help, you could have just asked!!”

truthfully though, he just loves being able to do something for u!!

gives !! the best !! cuddles !!

buries his face in ur chest

he loves seeing u in his clothes

BUT

still manages to tease u about it !!

“u should wear clothes that actually fit you”

😐😐

“okay then”

when u go to take off the hoodie or something he panics

“WAIT NO STOP I WAS KIDDING”

rest of members under the cut !

choi soobin

HE’S SO SOFT !!

this mf titan

he always like coos at you like a baby

probably gives u really soft names like “baby” “angel” “my love”

he likes to hold onto your hand or put his arm around your shoulder

just loves being near u

when he hugs you he loves how you feel so tiny !!

he follows you around and istg he looks like ur personal body guard 

“soobin, you can let go of my hand now”

“NO WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO MY BABY”

(he also just really like how big his hand is compared to yours, but he won’t admit that!)

one time you were tired of walking trying to keep up w him and his long ass legs

so he was like “do you wanna get on my back??”

and you were like “am i gonna have enough oxygen up there??”

choi beomgyu

okay hear me out

clingy !! as !! hell !!

he’s always trying to hug you or put his head on your shoulder

he likes pulling you into his lap

when you try to get up to go to the bathroom he’s like 🥺🥺

it’s okay though bc he’s cute !!

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t tease you though

“hey y/n, can you hand me that bowl?”

the bowl is on the top shelf.

you stare at him like 🧍‍♀️

“oh wait!! you can’t!!”

starts laughing hysterically

thinks he’s the funniest person alive

he spoils you!!

practically throws his clothes at you

“ahh!! why do you look so cute?!”

kang taehyun

i don’t think he teases you?

but he is really happy to have someone shorter than him

he’s just genuinely obsessed with the height difference

when he stands next to you he feels tall 🧍‍♀️

i feel like he isn’t as clingy??

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t show affection!!

calls you things like “sweetheart” “sunshine” “baby”

ngl i feel like he’s kinda shy around you 👀

he wants affection but he won’t initiate it yk??

so he really likes it when YOU hold onto HIM

makes him feel like he can protect you or you need him because you feel so small holding onto him🥰🥰

he also really likes it when you sit in his lap so he can wrap his hands around your waist

he just wants to protect you 🤧🤧

huening kai

this tall child

teases you

to no end

he just thinks ur so cute

when you two take photos he keeps going

“look how small you look in this one!!”

“i know kai you showed me 6 times already”

like some of the other members, he loves to see how tiny you look in his clothes

BUT

doesn’t actively give them to you

likes to ‘accidentally’ leave them around for you

and then he sees u in them and just smiles to himself

“you look so small in my clothes, baby!!”

probably also puts things on the top shelf to go help you

just goes “🥰🥰” while he’s grabbing it for you

“kai it’s a bottle of ketchup”

overall just loves your size difference