Summary: Steve sees an ad on his phone, and now he can’t stop thinking about it. After all, gender norms have changed since the forties and he’s all for exploring it. And hey, his boyfriend seems more than happy to get on board too
Word Count: 3k | crossposted to ao3
It’s been a long few years since Steve got Bucky back, since Wakanda helped him heal and they’ve settled into life in Brooklyn again. It took even longer for them to relearn their relationship in a place where it was allowed
And he’s grateful for all that, he really is — who can blame him? He’s dating his sweetheart of a century, teaching art in parks and learning to retire while Bucky makes amends and does therapy. And obviously, the sex is great
It feels very different in this century, all these options. For one, the lube has improved… and despite now being taller, Steve still is a bottom. How he could have gotten almost more submissive is a mystery for the ages, and they’ve tried anything and everything.
Bucky isn’t sure about bondage on him, but Steve loves the thrill, vibrators and a good selection of toys are always fun. Flavored lube confused him conceptually but he’s always happy with the new sets of gags people have designed, way better than a balled up shirt.
But lately, one thing keeps sticking in his mind. Ever since some advertisement came across his screen, his mind has been fixated.
Lingerie. Made for men.
Some of them are made of leather, more traditionally masculine. But when Steve looks online, that’s never what he comes back to over and over again
It’s always lace
Pink, blue, red, any of it. He loved the florals, the way it’s meant to cup pecs in photographs on the listings and how he can imagine the panties holding him just so. He keeps denying it but he’s hooked, desperate to try it.
He wasn’t planning to spit it out while Bucky was balls deep in him, letting off steam after a long day, by any means. How would that have been the plan? Half of him was inclined to keep it a dirty secret but they wasn't going to last, and well… when Bucky asked in that voice what dirty thoughts he’d been having while he was off on a mission…
“I-I wanna wear lace for you, sir… I was imagining pretty lingerie and being all dolled up for you,” he practically whimpers in admission, trying to keep his mind focused as Bucky steadily hits everywhere but what will push him over the edge. “I-I thought about it so much sir…”
“Is that so?” Bucky croons, holding his chin as Steve nods pathetically. “My pretty sub wanted to be all prettied up for me? You could’ve just said so, doll…”
Doll. Of course Steve’s been called it before, but from Bucky it’s a rare treat, half of him is sure Bucky just didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. But especially after a week of fantasies…
“S-sir I’m gonna-”
“Aww, just cause of that, doll?” Bucky drawls, stopping his hips instantly.
“N-no…”
“Tell me more about this lace,” he orders simply, and Steve absolutely can’t refuse as he’s teased and touched
“I-I saw this as for men’s lingerie and I-i swear I closed the tab! But I kept thinking about it sir, and- and I went and just looked and they had so many options and… and I kept seeing these pretty lacy panties and they were built for men and they had bras and everything and… and I really wanted it and kept thinking about what you’d do to me…” he mumbles softly, eyes tearing up anxiously, the whole moment so vulnerable. And always so attuned to him, Bucky changes he whole mood like magic, something he’s always been good at. He doesn’t even have time to think before he’s being laid on Bucky’s lap and they snuggle up, his tears wiped away and his ass still full.
“Oh babydoll… you’ve wanted this for a while, huh?” Bucky coos, and Steve can’t help nod, his head so floaty he’s having trouble thinking entirely. Just how he likes things
“Y-yes… I’m sorry I should have told you b-but…”
“Shhh, no, there’s no ‘should haves’ around here,” Bucky assures him gently. “It’s okay that you weren’t ready and I’m just glad you felt ready… you’d really like that stuff huh? Being all dolled up?” At Steve’s tearful nod, he smiles. “It’s okay baby… I get it… and honestly that doesn’t sound bad at all… bet you’d like it so much and so would Sir”
“R-really?”
“Yes, doll,” Bucy purrs to him. “Trust me, I can’t help but imagine it now… my sweet sub…”
“Would I be a girl, then?” Steve asks nervously. Lace is usually a girls’ thing, right? Would… no, no Bucky isn’t like that…
“Not unless that’s what you want sweetheart… let’s be honest you’ve always had a twinkier side,” he chuckles, and Steve can’t help but agree with a shy smile. “How about we pick some out together?”
Steve grins at that. This whole conversation has gone so well, this whole unplanned confession might just be one of the best things to ever happen to him. “Yes, please.”
-
Two weeks of impatient, anxious, needy waiting follow as Steve continues his fantasizing. Bucky isn’t immune either as far as he can tell, and he has to breathe once or twice to stop from getting too worked up.
He can’t believe how lucky he is — Bucky keeps calling him Doll, and more names make their way into the mix. Prince. Sunshine. Babydoll. Sugar. Sweetheart. All of it makes his heart race, makes him fall more in love. They’re closer than ever, and he can’t believe that he ends up saying that every few months these days
Finally, finally, finally the package arrives when they’re cuddling on the sofa, watching some movie Peter put them onto. But when Steve hears the packages set outside the door he gets up to them, and he spots the return address on the inconspicuous package… the company who made his new outfit, and he practically bounces into the room, grinning like an eager puppy.
“Guess what came?” He grins, sitting back down on the couch with the package in hand.
“What?” Bucky smiles, clearly already aware of what’s earned this reaction as he hauls Steve into his lap
“The stuff,” he answers eagerly, looking to Bucky for permission before tearing open the wrapping. Inside he’s instantly met with soft pink lace, gentle on his fingers in nice florals, little ribbons and pretty stockings. He’s not sure he’s breathing, as his boyfriend unfolds the garments to examine them
“Very nicely made,” Bucky comments with the low, richer voice he uses whenever he wants to dominate Steve.. as always it works perfectly, as he’s left trying to hide his reaction. “Looks like it should fit you perfectly… tell me again, what did you want?”
“I wanted to be all dolled up… and try being more feminine in bed,” he whispers shyly
“Do you want to borrow some makeup?” Bucky offers softly, and Steve smiles. Bucky’s loved playing with makeup as an art form since they settled in here, almost as much as he does. “I bet you’d like it.”
“Y-yes sir…”
“Good boy.” Steve blushes at the title as Bucky captures his lips in a kiss. “Come here…”
He obediently shifts to straddle Bucky facing him, nuzzling in close. “Y-yes sir…”
“So sweet… I bet you wished we could’ve had that in the forties…”
“I do.. I kind of miss having the smaller body…”
“It’s okay, shhh… you get to be feminine as much as you like here… you’re sweet as it comes, doll..”
Steve smiles softly. “Do you want to wear it now or… or should I surprise you?”
Bucky smiles at him mischievously. “Surprise me, babydoll.”
-
It takes a few weeks for Steve to work up the courage for the surprise, but while Bucky is doing paperwork in their home office he slips into their bedroom and pulls out the carefully tucked away lace. It fits perfectly, like a second skin as he slips it over his body, smiling at how his length is perfectly cupped in the panties and how the shape of the bralette highlights his pecs. He does try the stockings but decides he doesn’t like how they feel, a bit too snug on his thighs for comfort, so he leaves them to the side. Another time.
Slowly, he brushes some blush over his cheeks and a little mascara, careful and neat. He likes this, as he pads into Bucky’s office, after being sure he’s not on a video call. Slips his arms down over boyfriend’s chest from behind, kisses his neck slowly.
“Hey there, dollface,” Bucky chuckles, not fully looking up as he reaches to rub Steve’s cheek. “Someone’s feeling needy?”
“Yes, Sargent,” Steve practically purrs, trying his best seductive voice. Like some dame in the forties trying to get with the handsome soldier.
And of course it works… there's no secret in the fact that James Buchanan Barnes has a title kink. Just loosely calling him ‘sarge’ in a meeting once led to Steve to getting his mouth fucked in a bathroom five minutes later
The switch is flipped. Bucky immediately swirls around in his chair, already hard. The sight of Steve in lingerie seems to make him flip a switch, and he’s already pulling Steve into his lap, stroking his fingers over every bit of Steve’s body.
“Hey, baby,” he purrs softly, and Steve all but whimpers, melting in as Bucky traces his fingers over the lace. “You look real pretty tonight…”
“You think, sir?”
“I know, babydoll,” Bucky promised. Who knew validation would really make him melt like this?
“It’s all for you, Sergeant..”
“Yeah? I like that, baby,” Bucky drawled seductively, slipping a finger through the waist of the panties. “You gonna be a good toy?”
“Y-yes sir…”
“Good,” Bucky nodded. “Under the desk.”
Instantly, Steve obeyed, crawling under the desk and making sure his bulky frame mostly fit, smiling at the blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
“Keep my cock warm while I finish up work baby, then we can take you to bed.”
A soft moan passes Steve’s lips as he obediently unzips the fly of his dom’s jeans, settling the length in his mouth, sinking into subspace slowly but surely, soft and fuzzy as a hand cards through his hair, and he suckles contentedly.
Half an hour later he whimpers as Bucky slips out and tucks himself away.
“You’ve done so well already,” Bucky praises, lifting him up in a bridal carry. “Sir’s all done working so he can spend all night taking good care of his pretty doll… you like the sound of that?”
Steve nods softly, letting himself be laid out on the bed, his panties slipped down and hips propped up. The telltale snap of the lube’s cap opening and the sound of his boyfriend squirting a generous amount of lube, the shivering sensation that runs over him as he gets the first few touches. It’s tender, but also needy.
Bucky doesn’t rush though, not when he’s got Steve vulnerable and pretty like this. Especially when he knows it’s driving Steve insane. Which it is.
He can’t think, which honestly he thought was a bar he had long since passed. But apparently his boyfriend has a talent for making the bar move, making him more and more submissive as he moans, trying to push into the touches only to be firmly held back.
“Patience, doll..” Bucky croons softly, slipping in one finger. One finger which in Steve’s useless, fuzzy head is both too much and not enough.
“B-but- but sir- Sargent…” he whines, eyes glazed over as he wiggles. “I-I-”
“Be good, sweetheart… I’ll handle all of this..”
By ‘handle all of this,’ Bucky clearly means ‘drive you insane and to the brink of orgasm over and over until I get bored with it.”
Unfortunately, Bucky does not get bored easily, particularly when Steve is stuck making the sounds he is in pretty lace, and whenever he starts getting bored he can just adjust his motions or go back to marking Steve up, or teasing him
“You’re just so pretty doll, I mean really should we have gone a size up? You’re really straining in there, if you know what I mean…” he coos, stroking Steve’s prostate. “You’re such a pretty boy like this, when you’re all pathetic… aww, stop trying to get more, you know I’ll get to it..”
“Ah, I know that’s the best spot doll.. Maybe I could make you cum like this all night huh? Not fill you up?”
“Shhh… It’s okay, I know you can wait a bit longer…”
Teeth grate over Steve’s neck and shoulders, biting and kissing until he’s dizzy again, and only then when he’s straining are soft cords used to restrain his wrists above his head to keep him in place, and he’s rolled onto his back to gaze up with hazy eyes.
“S-sir…”
“Shhh..” the thumb that brushes over his cheek feels perfect, all of this does. It’s fulfilling. He’s just a doll, a pretty toy for his Sargent. He’s not going to make choices, no one is asking him too.. He’s pretty.. He’s so pretty just for Bucky… just for his Sir..
Somewhere in the middle of his thoughts, he feels Bucky nudging up against him, his hard cock positioned carefully to fit nicely, to not hurt but rub up wherever Steve will want it most. His lover knows his body so well.. He’s really going to make this all perfect, he knows just how to please him..
“Doll, c’mere.. You ready?” that soft, dreamy voice lures him up for a minute as he gazes up, opening his eyes fully. Bucky is over him.. Holding him.. “I know… you’re real deep huh? I’m glad, just come up to me for a sec… need you to say you’re ready..”
Steve cracks a bit of a smile, a sweet, subby, hazy one. “Yeah, I am.. Been ready sir..”
“I know you have been, doll,” Bucky chuckles, and Steve can’t help smiling. Stretching in his restraints as he feels Bucky slip in, so easily. There’s a reason he spent so long prepping him, and it’s this, it’s the sheer ease and little sounds Steve lets out, the sweetness and cuddling. Because tonight is clearly not a night to be fast or rough or intense. It’s a sweet night, and they’re both in agreement.
“D-don’t go too fast,” Steve whimpers out as their lips meet. “Please, sir…”
“I won’t baby,” Bucky assures him gently. “I want to take my time… aww, i can feel it… real gentle tonight okay? Cum whenever you need, as much as you feel like.. Cry, cuddle, just wanna take care of my sweet boy..”
Oh god. It’s too perfect.. too, too perfect again. He doesn’t fully process for what feels like hours, but then again who knows how long. For him, right now, it’s just kisses and orgasms and rainbows, really. He’s probably crying for some of it, he keeps doing that.. Who cares.. Bucky doesn’t so why should he? It feels good..
Restraints come off, he’s basking in the feeling of riding Bucky while his neck is caressed again, marks dark enough to maybe last for tomorrow… he can’t help but do the same in return, that soft skin is practically calling to him and he’s in what feels like it must be heaven, or something close. Pure bliss.
-
He doesn’t surface for a while, after. He’s decently sure he fell asleep after, because when he comes to he’s been cleaned up and given a too-big tshirt to wear and it laying on Bucky’s lap in a clean bed.
“B-buck..?”
The look of pure love in Bucky’s eyes makes him melt even deeper as he speaks.
“Hey, baby.. You went pretty deep, huh?” Bucky all but coos, stroking his hair. “C’mon.. You’ve had your nap, water time..”
“Mhmm…” Steve mumbles noncommittally, letting some water be lifted to his lips. “Never felt like that before…”
“Neither have I,” Bucky admits softly, and Steve smiles.
“Liked it,”
“Me too, doll… I can’t even explain whatever that was. But it was good.”
“Really good,” he agrees softly, gazing up. “You look gorgeous”
“Mm, yeah?” Bucky cracks a smile. “And what about you?”
Steve laughs softly at that. He doesn’t have a mirror but he’s probably still a sweaty mess even with his boyfriend’s usual wipedown that he can assume took place while he was resting, and there’s literally no chance his hair isn’t sticking up at all angles from being pulled on.
“I highly doubt that the description would fit”
The eye roll is all it takes for him to want to ask Buck out all over again. “You’re gonna tell me that I look like Michelangelo painted me, in this state?”
“Yes, actually,” Bucky states, grinning a little bit. “Lemme see… all muscles.. Post-sex glow, all prettied up for me, still somehow with your pretty lingerie intact…”
“It is?” Steve chuckles. “I’m impressed. I think I pretty much assumed you ripped it off of me like a rabid animal”
“It did cross my mind,” Bucky chuckles. “But then it wouldn’t be good for another wear”
“That is… a fair point.”
“Anyways, what’s the order for post-sex snacks? I’m thinking cookies from that twenty-four hour cookie delivery place..”
so i did a thing. i made reader/owen hendricks fic. it’s all light hearted fluffy stuff. i’m in the works of making an oc / owen hendricks fic with a plot and everything. i cringe so hard at my own writing so oh well.
Waking up this time was easier. Painful, but easier. “Angel. Good morning.” Hearing his voice first when you woke up was a blessing.“Mmm, hi David.” You smiled, words sluggish but understandable. David brought your food over, he knew you’d be starving seeing as it had been almost 5 days since you’d had any food. “Oh? My favorite. What a gentleman.” You laughed, David ducked his head, hiding his small smile. “Aww, did I make you blush?” Teasing David was fun, it made him blush and god if you didn't love that sight. You finished your food and handed him the tray. Thanking him quietly, David sat back down and got ready to answer your questions.
“Okay, hit me.” He said, wary of what you were going to ask. “Okay, first. What is all this?” You gestures around the room, but he knew what you meant. He nodded “This, this is my home. My father and his friends built this little village where his pack could stay undetected and still be a part of society. We have running water, electricity, gas, etc. We’re basically a mini town.” Anyone could tell how proud David was of his little pack. His chest warmed at the mention of his family. “Alright, who was it that attacked me?” His jaw tensed and he clenched his teeth.
“Christian. His name is Christian. He’s one of the pack members. Do you... remember what happened that night?” You nodded and closed your eyes, letting everything come back to you.
“I decided that I wanted to come to you, to give myself time to think about what I would say as I walked. Anyway, I got close enough that I heard the howls close up. Then I heard footsteps, real loud ones. I got scared so I hid by a tree and waited until they left, but when I stepped back out and kept walking, I saw the lights. That's when Christian attacked me from behind. He shoved me down and put a claw in my side so I couldn't move. And, then I think I came to get you. But, you didn't come. Why didn't you come?” Your eyebrows furrowed, looking back up at David. He looked furious and you cocked an eyebrow. “So, after we got you stable I asked Christian what happened again and he said you fell and landed on a piece of glass.” David huffed out, you could practically see the smoke pouring from his ears. “I didn't come because I didn't get there fast enough. You fainted before I could get to you.” He explained calmly, burying his rage at Christian. Oh boy. “Wow, okay. I think that's all I have for now.”
“Can I ask you a question then?” You agreed easily, a little nervous but ready to answer. “Angel, from the first day I met you, I was captivated by you. By your heart, your beauty, your kindness. Everything. The day I told you about me broke my heart because I didn’t know if I'd ever see you again and I couldn't bear the thought of that” Your eyes widened, you didn't know what to think.
What was happening?
“Would you do me the absolute honour of letting me take you out on a date?” David asked slowly, trying to judge your reaction. You brought a hand up to your mouth, slightly gasping. Your breathing stuttered and your heart rate spread up. You shook your head slowly, eyes watering. David looked heartbroken, like you’d shot him. “I- I can't David please. You’re just gonna hurt me like he did.” You cried, tears burning your cheeks as you tried to calm down. David cupped your face, he looked scared like you’d push him away.
You didn't.
“I- angel. I know he hurt you, but I am not him. I never will be, I swear that to you, by all the gods new and old. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.” He promised, searching your eyes. He slowly brought his forehead to yours.
A silent promise.
“David. I want you, I really want to. But-” you stopped, unsure how to word it. “Shh, it's okay. We can go at your pace. It’s your choice. If you say no, I'll be upset but that's okay. I really hope we can at least be friends if you don't want to. But if you say yes, it’s all your choice. If you don't want something, it doesn’t happen. Okay? I will never hurt you like he did.” He wiped your cheeks, kissing your nose.
Cute.
“...Okay. I trust you. Please don't hurt me.” You begged softly, letting yourself be vulnerable with him. It was time to let him in.
Hey 💐 what do you think isak og even did today? Or will be doing this weekend? 💝
Hi anon, and thank you for the question! I love thinking about Isak and Even in real-time. 💗
So, I think Isak and Even have just started their last year at NTNU and are having a nice, slow start of the semester. Maybe something like this:
When Isak unlocks the door to their apartment Friday afternoon, returning from classes, he immediately spots Even studying.
Not by their (messy) desk, but in the couch; the way he prefers it; long legs spread, laptop open on his lap and a little pile of books besides him. He looks up as soon as he sees Isak, his lips pursed in concentration turning into a cute smile,
“Hei.”
“Hey, babe.”
Isak crosses the room in two strides, bending down for a kiss before plopping down in the couch next to Even.
“How was class?”
“It was good.” Isak nods. “How was yours?”
“Yeah, it was cool.” Even’s eyebrows lift with his smile. “We’re doing internships next month.”
Even’s excitement bleeds into Isak’s smile. “That’s so cool, baby! So you’ll get to teach?”
“Yeah.” Even nods. “Can’t wait to meet the kids.”
“They’re gonna love you.”
“I hope so.” Even smiles, but Isak’s is wider. Surer.
“I know so.”
Even’s eyes flick between his lips and eyes, and even after almost six years it still makes him a little hazy with it. The way Even looks at him.
They kiss for a good while, just trading slow kisses tasting like coffee.
When Isak finally pulls back, he rests his face on Even’s shoulder. Cracks into a little laugh, “Fy faen, did you see all the new first-year students gathered in the park on campus today?”
Even smiles. “Yes. Doing love exercises or whatever.”
“Right. Poor fuckers.”
“Uh, didn’t you do them too back in the day?” Even shoves his shoulder playfully.
“Nah man, I skipped out.” Isak winks.
“Rebel.”
“Yup.” He smacks a kiss to Even’s lips, then leans back again. “Shit, it feels like it’s been forever since we enrolled though.”
“Mm…” Even tucks one of Isak’s curls behind his ear. “…This time next year we’ll have graduated with Master’s degrees.”
“Yeah.”
He hooks a leg over Even’s, Even’s warm fingers splaying over his knee.
“But uh, what do you-, what do you want to do then?”
look at me, here on an actual Sunday. Thank you @fandomn00blr! I am taggin @pinkfadespirit @midnightprelude @aymayzing @whataboutbugs @inquisitoracorn @barbex and @onionjuggler
Have some soft Matchsies because Matchsies had enough angst and now it’s getting bunch of soft.
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He was always gorgeous. His hair was rarely out of place and his skin was flawless. He dressed like some kind of upscale fashion model and walked like one too. He smiled and winked and sometimes concentrated on his research with this perfect line of intensity between his brows. In his sleep though, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling with a slow rhythm, all that warm dark skin wrapped up in blankets and the muscles of his firm body all relaxed into a curve around Taren’s side… he’d have turned it into artwork in his sketchbook, caught the morning light over his sleeping face in pastel colours, embedded the softness of his breathing into the memory of his pages, if doing so wouldn’t have been sort of intrusive and probably weird.
He was absently stroking Dorian’s soft black hair, and even more absently reading his book, when Dorian made his first signs of waking.
“Mmrrmmph,” he said. “You’re awake.”
Taren chuckled. “Good morning to you too,” he gave Dorian’s hair another soft stroke and smiled down at him.
“It smells like coffee,” Dorian muttered as he stretched out the length of his body next to Taren’s.
“That’s because I made coffee,” Taren noted. His own second mug of it was already half gone, “I’ll get you some.”
Taren put his book aside and left Dorian with a kiss to his cheek before heading into the kitchen to grab him a mug and top off his own. He returned with a slight bounce to his step and a smile at the sight of Dorian gradually lifting himself to a seated position in his bed. His hair was unstyled and messy, his eyes blinking groggily in the light. Taren sat back down and passed Dorian his mug, which he cradled carefully in both hands.
“You’re very awake,” Dorian remarked with a raise of his eyebrow after taking a long, slow sip.
Taren shrugged. “I’ve been up for like three hours,” he admitted, then with a nod towards the mug he’d just poured out of a not-quite-still-hot coffee press, “sorry if that’s a bit stale.”
Dorian took another long sip, not seeming to mind. “What have you been doing for three hours?”
Taren shrugged again, “not drawing pictures of you sleeping, that would be creepy,” he said with a wink.
