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sleepy-hyperfixations · 2 months
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curt convincing everyone to playfully flirt with bucky and buck silently losing his goddamn mind
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johnslittlespoon · 3 months
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do you guys ever think about how everyone knows it's buck and bucky, everyone knows they belong to each other, the best of friends.
and john knows he belongs to gale, and he knows that to an extent that he has gale, but he also knows that gale will never fully belong to him in the same sense.
for john, it's only gale. gale is all john sees when he looks to the future, tunnel vision for this golden beautiful boy, willing to give up every single piece of himself for him, like he's made for him– all gale would have to do is ask.
but he knows gale will never ask because he doesn't have a reason to. gale loves john but not in the same way john loves gale and john can make peace with that because he'd rather have a little bit of gale than nothing at all. the alcohol and warm bodies of strangers numb it all.
unfortunately, i think about it! too much probably!
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imasexypotato · 9 days
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*Gale trying to reassure his crew mates that they'll make it to Africa*
Gale: All right boys, look, we're in a bad situation here, I know that
*Crew waiting for a motivating speech*
Gale: But, I've been jammed with bigger things in tighter spots than this
Lt.Friedkin: ....I bet you have
Crew, horrified: .... we're all gonna die!
Gale: ....??
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marvel-lous-guy · 11 months
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Tony: here, hold this *hands Peter a wrench*
Peter: *now holding 17 different tools* I think I'm gonna drop it
Tony: You're fine
*loud clang and crash*
Peter: ...I dropped it
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alienoresimagines · 13 days
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Buck: That's ridiculous, Bucky doesn't have a crush on me.
Curt: Yes he does.
Brady: Yes he does.
Bucky: Yes I do.
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god something abt pre-WWII stucky brings me stupidly goofy amounts of joy. It makes me so happy.
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pandagirl45 · 6 months
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Bucky: I can't be seduce by a pretty face
Steve: I can't get seduce by strong arms and thick legs
Tony: *eating in nothing but a sweater rolled up* hm??
Bucky: I'm seduce, need a blanket?
Steve: I can get a fruit bouquet and five pillows
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Thinking about Sam and Bucky going on a mission where they have to pretend to be a couple, and it goes well expect for the part where someone recognises them and takes a picture of them standing all close and smiling (kissing? They’re professional and they’ll do anything for the job!).
So, they’re trending everywhere and when they’re back home, people start coming up to them and asking when did that happen and congratulating them.
Bucky doesn’t deny it, he just shrugs every time and says nothing, and it’s good, because now the number of people flirting with Sam is down to nearly zero and Bucky is no longer fighting for his fucking life at every turn.
Sam? Well, he smiles whenever someone mentions it, saying Bucky is his partner and best friend. He doesn’t exactly deny it either, if for no other reason than the way Bucky’s now more open with his affection, and Sam doesn’t want to lose that.
So, they’re not dating, but they’re not not dating.
Except, they definitely are, and neither realise it until someone asks Sam on a date and Sam goes, “no, I can’t, I have a boyfriend— oh.”
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kalee60 · 5 months
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Here it is! My yearly stucky Christmas fic 🎄 I had the best time with this one - there is something about stucky at Christmas that just warms my heart ❤️
Title: jingle all the way
Author: kalee60
Rating: T
Word count: 7076
Tags: Alternate Universe - modern setting, shrunkyclunks, identity porn, fluff and humour, Christmas shopping, minor injury, lust at first sight, disaster Bucky, Bucky is the greatest uncle in the world, Steve always wants to help, Bucky POV, Sam Wilson as Captain America, Nomad Steve, first kiss, love at first accident
Summary: Christmas Eve, Bucky realised, was not the time to try and buy the most sought after action figure in New York City. But he’d promised his niece, and there was no way he’d let her down - he was going to deliver. Except every single store he visited, had sold out.
Then he’s injured in an accident, and a good samaritan, Steve, comes to his aid. But the last thing he expects is to spend the evening with him on a futile search for a toy. Bucky wasn’t complaining though, as Steve was the kindest, hottest and most magnetizing man on the planet, and Bucky hadn’t had so much fun in years.
As time runs out for both the toy and their adventure, Bucky knows exactly what he wants for Christmas. But the question was - does the mysterious Steve want the same?
~*~*~*
If this sounds like something you'd like - click here!
This also covers off @stuckybingo N1: action figure
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sunnysideprincess · 1 year
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You gotta love the drama
also tony's head looks like an onion in this and I'm sorry for that and steve is hard to draw adhjfhkdbd
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mf-headcannontap · 6 months
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MARVEL Headcannon #3:
Steve Rogers is jealous of Carol Danvers for one reason and one reason only.
She and Bucky get along TOO well. They both have similar stories involving abduction, amnesia, brainwashing, and fighting for the wrong side. So when those two met and hit it off well, he definitely got jealous, especially since it took a while for Bucky to open up to him, and he opened up pretty quickly to Carol after briefly swapping stories, and then going in depth.
Anyway, jealousy aside, Steve and Carol definitely have a friendly but petty Army vs. Air Force Captain rivalry that everyone finds funny.
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Bucky: *upset*
anyone from the 100th: What's wrong Bucky?
Bucky, Who's name IS the password: Buck said i could use his Netflix but didn't tell me the password and i can't figure it out.
The entire 100th, who guessed the password and has been using Buck's Netflix for free:
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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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imasexypotato · 1 month
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Gale, flirting for the first time ever: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?
John, oblivious: ....Have you never taken a shower before?
Gale, embarrassed:..... nevermind
*Later*
John: ....*realisation*
John: Oh my God he was flirting with me!
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six-demon-bag · 1 year
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HYDRA Tupperware Party
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo
Summary: Zemo is convinced Hydra Trash Parties were a real thing and is determined to pry that information out of Bucky. Bucky has made it through life without being kissed or realizing he’s gay. The combination is lethally stupid.
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Sam Wilson is So Done, Virgin Bucky Barnes, Oblivious Bucky Barnes, REALLY bad communication, theyre not even reading the same book, First Kiss, First Time, Porn Without Plot/Plot What Plot
Word count: 6734
Link: HYDRA Tupperware Party
Excerpt:
Zemo throws him another sidelong look and Bucky stares back, unrelenting. Zemo flicks his eyes down Bucky’s body and he shifts defensively. Zemo might be looking for weapons to take off Bucky since he doesn’t seem to have any, with the way he’s checking around his hips intently. Bucky can see the shiver race up Zemo’s bare skin and he wonders why he’s not getting dressed if he’s cold. The ripple in Zemo’s muscles as he shifts again, stretching across the car to reach his clothes is surprising. That sleek strength will come in handy for their mission. Bucky keeps a suspicious eye on Zemo as he pulls his clothes on, he’s never seen someone dress so slowly. He’s not sure what Zemo could possibly be doing right now but he’s never been able to keep up with Zemo.
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Ficbunny: Bucky as the nice cute guy who's always asking Steve for advice in the gym and then just... walking away?? never hitting on him?? ...but becoming steadily more & more swole because of the advice and Steve is slowly going mad from sexual frustration
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