allmymuscles | winter/steve

[ Steve has been de-serumed, with the cause and culprit for it remaining unknown. SHIELD is working overtime to discover who it is, dispatching agents to search far and wide for any sort of clue -- meanwhile, however, Steve is far from happy at the change and Bucky knows it. He knows the frustration, the anger that comes with becoming close to helpless suddenly, but as the days pass, he knows that Steve is grudgingly getting used to his new (old) form, smaller, lean and lithe and inexorably pretty.

The health problems are still mostly absent, much to Bucky's surprise; but as much as he wants the cure to be found and for Steve to be restored to his larger form once again, he can't help but be drawn to Steve's smaller, more fragile and lean frame. After all, he'd fallen in love with this Steve, adored the hell out of him and had made love countless times to that small body, pushing inside that little hole, feeling the man cling to him with those birdlike arms, and surprisingly strong fingers.

Bucky comforts him how he can, but secretly craves him, wants to relive the memories of them together. And so one night when Steve is fast asleep beside him, he can't help but run his fingers down his sides, soft and gentle, before slipping into the back of his briefs to trace over the crease of his ass, the softness of his skin, quietly marveling at how small he is. ]

[ Bucky buys lingerie for Steve, lace and satin numbers that fit him snugly, but leave little to the imagination where his cock and his balls are concerned. Ever since Steve had become his old self, Bucky had become more adventurous, more forceful, taking control and dominating and loving every moment of it.

He gets him a sheer black number tonight, the tiny scrap of lace panties barely keeping anything decent as he orders his Steve to put it in for him. Steve does, and this evening finds the Winter Soldier on his knees, his mouth warm and mouthing at his lover's lovely cock through the confines of the lace and satin, large hands on Steve's hips to keep him steady and standing. He loves how Steve feels, what he's like when he's in the throes of pleasure; Bucky is addicted to him, and he knows that it's not going to end anytime soon. ]

Spread your legs wider for me.

[ Bucky fucks his Steve in public sometimes, whenever he feels like it -- and today is no exception. He'd made his lover wear the vibrator nearly constantly now, alternating between anal plugs and the former toy to make sure he's nice and loose, able to easily take Bucky inside whenever the mood strikes him.

Today, they're playing domestic, shopping for food until it occurs to them that there's a parade on the way, and with the crowd thronging all around them, boxing them in in order for a good view, Bucky decides that they should join the festivities, too, as spectators. Bucky quietly tugs on the belt loop of his pants, urging him up against the barricade with entirely different plans in mind as he presses up against him.

Wrapping his arms around Steve's much smaller body, the Winter Soldier leans down to whisper, warm and quiet in his ear while everyone around them seems to be fixated on the first float about to come up. ] Pull your pants down and take out the plug.

[ Steve looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, clipping the garters into place. He's done himself up tonight the way he knows Bucky loves, wanting to surprise him when he comes home after a long debriefing of the Winter Soldier's missions and HYDRA's activity. They're always rough on him, those sessions; he'll be exhausted when he comes home and sometimes worse, sometimes sunk into a bleak, distant mood that Steve will spend a long time working him out of. It's worth it to try to head some of that off by surprising him with the new garments he hasn't yet worn: with any luck, lust will take care of the rest.

He knows Bucky likes to see him in black lace, so that was what he concentrated on. He has new panties, and a pair of stockings that roll all the way up his thighs, the garters clipped into place; he's wearing heels, not too high but dainty, feminine, and a black corset that gently compresses his narrow ribs. He'd even thought about makeup, but decided against it. He's pink enough, his lips bitten to a sweet red blush.

Hearing the door open and close, Steve wavers in place; he should walk out to Bucky, strut the new lingerie as boldly as you please, and he smiles with wry embarrassment at himself in the mirror before calling out. ] Buck? I'm in here.

[ He can see that Bucky's angry, now that they're home after the debriefing and the emotionless mask of the Winter Soldier is coming down; he can see the snapping glint in his eyes and the way his jaw shifts and his mouth presses tight when he looks at him, so that there's no doubt at all just who Bucky is angry at. Or why, for that matter--because Steve talked his way into a mission, firmly resolved not to be left behind again.

This one wasn't supposed to turn dangerous. It was only supposed to be a simple sweep of an old HYDRA facility; their intelligence had told them there should be no one left guarding the place, and the firefight had been an entirely unexpected thing. Steve may not have the strongest sense of self-preservation, but he wouldn't be foolish enough to insist on putting himself directly in the line of fire, not with Bucky in his charge, with so much to lose if Steve were hurt or God forbid, killed; but damn it, he isn't helpless, he knows how to fire a gun, he knows how to keep himself alive. No one needs to keep him wrapped up in cotton batting like a child. He regrets scaring Bucky, but he doesn't regret going.

As always, Steve can smell a confrontation brewing a mile away, and he faces it head-on once he and Bucky are in private, back home where they can let their guard drop for each other. ] Hey, Buck. [ He makes his voice gentle, reaching for his best friend's hand. Steve doesn't want to fight with him. He loves him, wants to soothe him, make it better as best as he can. ] It's okay, you know. We're okay. Next time we'll be better prepared, take more precaution.

[ It's been quiet since the mission, Bucky's injuries checked out and pronounced minor--bruises, lacerations that will heal and be gone without a trace within a few hours at most--and his mental state evaluated. He's all right now, back to himself again, remembering who and what he is. It could have been anything that triggered that state during combat, a familiar sight or smell, something about the base they'd been clearing out: it was probably yet another place where Bucky had been tortured and stripped of his humanity. It was no wonder that he kept falling into the blank-faced mindlessness of the Winter Soldier, and Steve was angry about it--not at him but at SHIELD, that they wouldn't let Steve go with him, that they sent Bucky on these missions at all. But someone had gotten hurt, and Bucky took it as his responsibility. Steve can see it in his face, the dull misery in his eyes.

They left Bucky with him like this, and he's the only one who can fix it.

When they get home he quietly tells Bucky to put his gear away, then leads him into the living room. It doesn't surprise him that he follows his orders, some of the soldier still lingering in him. Steve sits in one of the oversized chairs--built for supersoldiers--and looks Bucky over as he stands in the middle of the floor. He's beautiful, he always is, clad in black from head to toe like a ghost, a shadow. He looks at him, and then he gets up and goes to him, and the first thing Steve does is unbuckle his belt, sliding it carefully out of the loops of his fatigues. It's big and wide, flat, good for the purpose he means to put it to. ]

Take your clothes off, Buck. [ Steve's voice is quiet but firm. He knows what Bucky needs from him. He won't be able to get past this, he won't be able to let go and forgive himself without Steve showing him the way. He steps back to watch him, his beautiful, lethal soldier, stripping himself down to skin at Steve's orders. When he's naked, he tells him to kneel. ]

Tell me what you did wrong. [ Steve touches his face with one hand, tracing his thumb across his cheekbone. It's better to hear it from Bucky's lips, to understand exactly what he thinks he needs to atone for. ]

somnophilia tbh

crossdressing

no subject

crossdressing 2

punishment

D/s