#put the maid dress on and get behind me babydoll

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🎀 Weekends 🎀

Dom/Daddy Bucky x Little/Sub Reader

Don't blame me @ghostducky made me do it 😈 but it took like 000.0001 second to convince me! This is a continuation of 'A Day In the Life' with Daddy!Bucky 😍

This is what I would do to/with Bucky on a weekend, I hope you enjoy

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Bucky wakes you up with his signature pussy eating skills that have you whining and writhing before you've really come to your senses.

If last night was a long one, you lay in bed together, fingers stroking at his beard, giggling at his silly jokes, letting his fingers roam all over you.

You're also gonna shimmy down the bed and give him some good-morning head

"because you deserve it daddy"

When you finally leave the bedroom the breakfast he ordered has been laid out on the kitchen counter.

Because Bucky doesn't cook - he loves you too much to subject you to his cooking on a Saturday morning.

Sitting in his lap you decide what you are going to do for the weekend.

Pick your adventure babydoll:

Sometimes Bucky wants to spoil you, so he'll shut down your favourite store and you'll spend a few hours trying on various divine outfits, shoes and of course underwear.

This trip will also involve Bucky fucking you in a dressing room ok? If you are getting naked in there he might as well help out.

He fucks you from behind and presses you up against the mirror, his hand pressing over your mouth.

"Keep quiet princess, can't have you moaning like a slut for all these people to hear"

When you get home, you put on the prettiest outfit, as chosen by Bucky and you'll thank your Daddy for being so very generous with you.

If it's nice and sunny, maybe you'll spend the day by the pool.

Bucky picked the tiniest bikini for you to wear and he grins like a wolf when he ties it up for you.

He then takes a long, long time applying sunscreen all over you as you sit in his lap, on a sunlounger. You can't help but moan when his strong fingers massage your muscles.

You retaliate by applying it to his chest and shoulders, your hands lingering on his tummy, fingers slipping closer to the waistline of his shorts.

If it were a workday and you were teasing, well you'd be in trouble.

But he wants to indulge today.

So he pulls his cock out, pushes your skimpy panties to the side and guides you to sit on his big dick.

So there you are, bouncing up and down on your Daddy's cock, moaning and whining as he growls in your ear.

"Fuck babydoll, make me feel so fucking good"

"Like being filled up huh princess?"

"Wanna milk my cock like a good girl?"

He rubs your clit and you shout out, your voice echoing around the space, not caring if anyone can hear you.

He rubs until you come, but holds you tight, trapping you on his cock, endlessly coming until you collapse forward, his hand running up and down your back, soothing you.

"Such a good girl for me, always take me so well little bird"

You may or may not swim. It is irrelevant tbqhwy.

Sometimes your weekends will be spent away at his other houses, to the beach or maybe just lazing around?

You are happy to be together, it doesn't matter what you do.

As mentioned above, you have to thank your generous Daddy for taking such good care of you, whatever you did that day.

Maybe tonight is slightly special? Just because I said so...

You sneak off after dinner and slip into a little maid outfit, obscenely low cut top, barely there skirt and some lacy knickers. You blush and giggle as you make your way back into the lounge where he is nursing a drink.

When he claps eyes on you, well he almost looks surprised, but he composes himself quick enough.

You introduce yourself as his little servant, and his wish is your command.

He might begin with a little restraint. Asking you to top up his drink, tidy up some clutter, whatever he could think of.

As long as he can sit and watch.

Eventually he asks you to kneel between his thighs and he puts his finger under your chin, lifting your head so you can look nowhere but at him.

"You wanna be a good girl for me?"

You nod and he sits back, spreading his thighs wider and you know enough to take the lead.

You free his cock from his pants and press kisses to his leaking head. A few more licks and kisses and then you engulf his length in your mouth.

He groans above you as you bob up and down, take him down into your throat and swallow. You keep going until tears are running down your cheeks.

He balls your hair into his fist and thrusts up into your throat, your fingers digging into his thigh as he suffocates you with his dick.

Pulling away he wipes the spit and tears into your face, making a mess of you and you smile at him.

"What else can I do for you Daddy" you say sweetly, voice sounding just a little bit hoarse from his fucking.

He smiles and twirls his finger. Giggling you spin around, essentially putting your ass where your face was.

You suck your thumb as he pulls your panties down, and starts playing with your holes.

You groan as you feel his spit land on your puckered hole and his finger inches its way in.

"I'm gonna fuck this tight little hole birdie... You want that? Wanna make your daddy happy?"

You nod and then whine when he lands a smack to your bottom.

"Out loud sweetheart" he warns

"Yes daddy please, need it, wanna make you so happy" you pant.

He mutters praise and continues finger fucking your pussy and ass as you squeal and whine on the floor below him.

You lose all sense of time and space until you feel him shift and the fat head of his cock is slowly being pressed into your ass as promised.

His groan is enough to have you coming already.

He starts of slow but you are squeezing so good, he just can't resist.

"See what you do to me Princess? Make daddy lose control dontcha? Can't fucking help myself."

You sob and moan as his fingers slip into your aching, soaking cunt, working in tandem to his dick.

"Take it baby, take it" he growls and you wrap a hand around his ankle, hanging on for dear life as he pounds away at you.

You squeal as you come and you feel his release fill you up but of course he doesn't let you relax just yet.

He teases you through your orgasm until you are bucking at the sensitivity. You mewl out his name and he finally relents.

He chuckled as he pulls your head up from the floor, bringing your face to his, pressing kisses to your messy cheeks.

"I think, little maid, there's so more mess needs sorting out in the bedroom" and you both grin at each other.

Like I say. You love weekends with Bucky 😘

My hand slipped again 😅

[harrywritingsbyme]

Y/N roleplaying as Harry’s maid!

Dress Up

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

This One Too

Anonymous Said: U should Highkey write a boot humping one jeez

A/N: I feel like roleplaying is kinda duh with Harry. Like of course that man would have you in different costumes as he pounds the living shit out of you...and that's hot as fuck😗👉🏾👈🏾so I wrote something about it. Enjoy🙃

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Roleplaying is definitely something that you and Harry are very familiar with and very fond of. When the idea of dressing up and stepping into a role of someone else while pleasuring each other first came up, both you and Harry weren’t against it in the slightest. The both of you are always interested in trying new things out in the bedroom, so when roleplaying came up, you and Harry were nothing short of excited and openminded to giving it a try. And let’s just say that the excitement didn’t stop at the simple idea of it all. Once you and Harry gave roleplaying a shot, you guys were absolutely hooked. You two were so obsessed with roleplaying that you went as far as to create a list of all the different scenes and roles the two of you wanted to play. The sex was already amazingly fun and spicy. Roleplaying just added another, and very welcomed layer of fun and spice to you and Harry’s incredibly active sex life.

And as the two of you continued on your journey through roleplaying, you began to add things on and make the experiences ten times better than they already were. For instance, instead of having an isolated event of you and Harry roleplaying in the bedroom (or out in public sometimes if you two were feeling extra frisky), the two of you would prolong things and stretch it out to carry you both through the entire day. Along with this, you and Harry also decided to add some pieces of clothing to the mix. Either you or Harry would find costumes online that were perfect for the roles you two were dying to play and neither of you could say no to a costume for you guys’ roleplaying so there was no time wasted in purchasing the costumes. They were all so cute and sexy that you were absolutely in love with them. You were so in love that you were willing to play the same roles again just so you could wear the cute little outfit. Harry of course didn’t mind this one bit since you looked absolutely amazing in them, and he’d be flipping it up or ripping it off of your body anyway to be inside of you. 

You guys’ newfound ritual of roleplaying was something that you two couldn’t get enough of.

This morning you and Harry were making light conversation during your post deliciously sloppy morning sex cuddles and the topic of you guys’ conversation managed to shift into the topic of possibly roleplaying for the day. You had some things that you wanted to get done around the house, and Harry had some work that needed to get done as well so the two of you figured that it would be nice to spend the day roleplaying a bit.

About two weeks ago, Harry had ordered a costume for you and it finally came in the mail a couple days earlier. As the two of you were crossing off the different scenarios for you two to try out, you and Harry saw that you roleplaying as his maid was next up on the list. So he decided to task himself with finding the best maid outfit on the market. He scoured the internet using the keywords slutty maid costume and sexy maids outfit to find the best one for you. Eventually he was able to find the best maid costume out there. It wasn’t by any means appropriate, but it did manage to leave something to the imagination. It was a tight little black and white dress with ruffles and frills that ended right below the lower curve of your ass. There was barely a top, perfect for your cleavage to spill out and ultimately pop out while you take care of your duties around the home. The frilly black and white skirt barely stopped below your ass, perfect for showcasing your thighs and perfect for Harry to have easy access for when he wanted to take you. 

Since the two of you talked it over numerous times and you’ve given him the privilege to take you whenever and however he wanted with the only stipulation being that the safe word would immediately stop it all, Harry was making sure that he was taking complete advantage of this opportunity you’ve given him.

 Now the previous details of the dress were great, but this outfit in particular had a unique detail that was the ultimate selling point for Harry. The entire dress would be secured onto your body by means of a pattern of laces that ran up the back of this costume. This meant that if you were walking away, Harry could simply latch onto the satin laces, yank you back towards him, and take you right then and there. Before placing the order, Harry decided to throw in a pair of white thigh high stockings with cute little bows on the top band. He knew you’d appreciate that little detail. He also throws in a shiny steel princess plug with a black jewel on top to complete the entire look. After a little over a week, the items finally arrive at your doorstep and now it was time to put them all to use. 

Since you two were all in, Harry decided to add something to add something else to them mix. Since he had some work that needed to be taken care of and he was playing the role of your boss, Harry figured that he’d dress the part as well. So to add onto his role of your boss, he decided to throw on a simple pair of slacks and a crisp white button down. He wanted to make his power known to you and really immerse you both into this new world that you were creating.

Once the two of you are all showered and cleaned up, the two of you go into your own separate spaces to get ready for your day. Before you put your “clothes” on though, you have to lay yourself across Harry’s lap so that he could push the plug into you. You were capable of doing it all by yourself, it’s just that you loved when Harry did it. He’d call you his good girl and tell you how pretty you looked with your princess hole plugged. Anyways, once you’re all plugged, Harry helps you up from his lap and he sends you on your way to get dressed. But before you’re completely out of sight, Harry instructs you to leave the panties behind. That was going to make it even harder! How in the world were you supposed to hold his cum inside of you, which you knew for a fact he was going to make you do, without any panties?! It was already hard enough with them, let alone without. This was going to be a very interesting day. You delicately roll the pretty white stockings up both of your legs and you take a moment to appreciate the cute frilly bands with the little bows before putting your shoes on. Even though you were trying to bring on the sex, you were not about to do housework in a pair of heels. So Harry was just going to have to accept you and your converses. And it wasn’t like they were that noticeable, they matched the whole black and white thing you had going on so it wouldn’t be that bad. Once you’re all laced and dolled up, you slip the dress onto your body. Even though it wasn’t snug yet, you had to give Harry credit for this one. You loved how cute yet sexy it was on your body.

“I need help.” You softly announce, stepping back into the shared space of you guys’ bedroom. When your voice rings through Harry’s ears, he’s quick to turn in your direction. And as soon as he does, he is completely locked in on you. Everything he picked out was just the way he imagined it’d look on your body (minus the dress at this point of course).

“C’mere.” Harry beckons, waving his hand over for you to come over to him. You swiftly walk over to him and turn around so that he could take care of the back of your dress. Without saying a word, Harry begins to adjust and tighten the satin laces. “Look so good baby.” He mutters lowly behind you, continuing to focus on fastening your dress.

“Thanks.” You reply simply. After a few more pulls and adjustments, Harry was tying the laces into a little bow at the bottom of the upper part of the dress.

“Alright, now let me see you.” Harry says, moving his hands to your waist to turn you around to face him. With the costume properly on your body, he was able to see all of things he was looking forward to seeing when he ordered it online. Your breasts were pushed up on the verge of spilling out the way he hoped and he was very much looking forward to watching them move around a bit as he fucked into you. He then shifts his attention a bit lower and before you know it, he’s bringing his and up under your skirt to see whether or not you followed his instructions. When he feels that you’re completely bare and not wearing any panties, he gives you a little pinch and brings his hand away from you. “Look so good babydoll, just wanna bend you over and tear into that pussy.” Harry grumbles down to you. He knew you’d look good, he wasn’t expecting this though. 

“Whatever you want sir, have t’make the bed anyways.” You comply submissively. And with that, you’re being spun around and pushed down onto the bed. Harry is quick to undo his pants and pull out his hard cock before kneeling onto the bed behind you. He flips up the bottom of your skirt to expose your plugged hole and your sopping wet pussy. As Harry takes in the sight before him, his hand subconsciously begins to tug at his solid shaft. He quickly snaps out of his trance and spits down onto your pussy. He uses the head of his cock to smear it all over you before pushing into your weepy and velvety hole. As he pushes into your cunt, you let out the loudest moans and whimpers possible. It didn’t matter how many times Harry fucked you into oblivion, you were never going to fully adjust to his cock. You could feel him invading your walls and stretching them to fit his large cock as he pushed himself all the way into you. 

“Who would’ve thought that my little maid has such a pretty little pussy.” Harry grunts, pushing the rest of the way in and settling into the deepest part of your body. “If you’re a good fuck I might just keep you around.” Harry grumbles, pulling his hips back from you. And within a split second, they’re slamming right back into you. From that point on, he doesn’t stop. He continuously slams into you over and over again, not once stopping to let you adjust.  Even though there wasn’t a little window for  adjustment, it still felt so good. The way he was just pounding into your pussy without giving you a second thought was insane. You loved the way he was using you for his pleasure. As he continued to pound into you, you could feel him nudging at the pit of your stomach and slamming into your sweet spot all at once, shoving you close me to the edge with every thrust. His cock wasn’t the only thing pushing you closer and closer to your release though. His words were also doing a number on you. He was constantly calling you his pretty little fuck toy and making it known that he controlled you.

As Harry fucked into your pussy, he couldn’t stop thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you today. He wanted to make you do any and everything he said when he said it and he wanted to make a full blown mess out of you. He also wanted the area between your delicious thighs to stay sticky and always ready for him.

“Now what’s your purpose?” Harry grunts, sending one hard thrust into you and staying there until you answered.

“To serve you!” You cry out to him, tightly gripping onto the sheets. 

“That’s right. And what’s my name?” He asks, lifting his hand to deliver one swift blow to your backside.

“Mr. Styles!” You whimper out to him from the sting of that hard slap.

“M’gonna have so much fun with you.” He growls before continuing on with his thrusts. You were so close and Harry could feel it. He could feel your walls clenching up around his cock and he could hear your whimpers become shakier. This was pushing Harry right to the edge and he was about to topple over. “Don’t cum until I say so.” He shudders, sending one final thrust into you and releasing his seed inside your walls. You listen to him pant behind you as he pulls himself together from his release. 

Once he’s calmed down, he pulls his cock from you, wiping any left over cum that was on his cock onto your ass. Before standing from the bed to redo his pants,  he leans down to press a kiss to your neck and he tells you that he loves you. He always did that in the beginning of any type of roleplaying between the two of you. He did that because it could get pretty intense and he wants to make sure you know that he loves you and that he’s just playing a character. He then gets up and does his pants and everything back up before making his way out of the room. Before leaving you alone, he stops to make his first “official request” of you. 

“Don’t lay there too long, you have a job to do. And change the sheets while you’re at it, don’t want a cum stained duvet on my bed.” He orders before heading out of the bedroom and to his office downstairs, leaving you limp in the bed with his cum leaking out of you and a release still bubbling in the pit of your stomach. 

It was going to be a really long day. 

And it was. After Harry gave you a list of things to do (even though you had already planned on doing them), you went on your way and worked. As you did so, Harry’d come around and find you, inspecting your work and pointing out what you’d miss. When you went to go fix your mistake, he’d start to touch you. He’d push his hand down the top of your dress and squeeze your breasts. He’d leave kisses and suck marks into your neck. He’d reach up under your dress to move your princess plug around, telling you that if you did the job right he’d pour some of his cum inside. He would even wrap a hand around your throat, tight enough so his rings made little indentations in your skin, and then he’d spit into your mouth. This wasn’t even the half of it. These were innocent in comparison to the other things he’d do to you. Sometimes he’d quietly come up behind you and just push two fingers into you (even though he knew that you were constantly wet, he still sucked on them just in case. He wanted you to be comfortable.). He’d finger you so good and bring you to the brink of your release just to stop. He would also thrust up into you through his pants and pretend like he was fucking you. He’d do this because that’s what you wanted. You were constantly wanting his cock and in this situation, he had the sole power to give it to you. Amongst his many antics, Harry would also order you down onto your knees and make you suck his cock. He’d pinch your nose and thrust his cock into your mouth. He’d mock you and ask if your pretty little throat needed a break, when you nod yes, he’d simply reply with a too bad and go back to making you gag and choke on him. Once he finally came, your pussy was on the verge of exploding, your throat was a little sore, your eyes were watery, and your mouth was overflowing with your saliva and his cum. This all lasted for a good couple of hours before up until the time Harry had designated to stop working for the day. 

When it was getting closer to that time, you made sure that you were standing in the doorway of his office just like he’d instructed you earlier. And you stood there quietly until he gave you further instructions, you didn’t want to get punished.

“Crawl.” Harry simply says, keeping his attention focused on the computer screen. When you hear him say that, you immediately drop to your hands and knees and you begin to crawl over to him. When you round his desk, you see him turned outwards towards you with one of his feet pushed outward in your direction. “Now I have a quick meeting I have to go to. You’re allowed to hump it all you want, but if I feel like you’re too loud I’m gonna make you hold my cock in your throat for as long as I want. Understand?” Harry explains. 

“Yes sir!” You promptly reply you were in need of some type of friction down there. You’d take anything, even if it was just his boot. 

“Good, and no cumming.” Harry replies before shifting his attention away from you. You then waste no time straddling his boot. It felt so good to have something between your legs again. During the entire meeting you were trying hard to stifle your moans and whimpers. Periodically, Harry’d look down and watch you hump his boot. He couldn’t help but mentally coo at how adorable you looked. You were a needy little thing, clinging onto his leg as you humped his shoe in hopes of some form of relief. The meeting lasts for a good 20 minuets, giving you the perfect amount of time to pleasure yourself.

What you didn’t know was that you’d be able to pleasure yourself even more.

“Y/n” Harry calls down to you to stop your movements, but you didn’t stop. You were so caught up in how good his boot felt against your pussy that you weren’t even paying attention to him. “Y/n” Harry calls out again, this time reaching down to tap your cheek. When you perk up to look at him, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing a little. You were so adorable. “Now you still have some things that need to get done. But since you worked so hard today, m’gonna let you ride m’cock. Is that fine with you?” Harry asks. The question was bordering condescending since he already knew the answer. You were humping his boot for goodness sake!

“More than fine sir! Thank you.” You reply graciously.

“Don’t thank me, just do it.” Harry replies nonchalantly, picking up his book from the desk to pick up where he left off. While he’s reading his book, you undo his pants and you pull them down with a little help from Harry. Once his pants are down and his cock is out, you straddle him and you wrap your hand around his girth shaft. Since he was so big, you often struggled with taking him on your own. Whenever he fucked you, he’d push into you all at once. But since you were in control so to speak, you had the power to pace yourself. And this is what Harry wanted. Whenever you had the power, you always took forever to get on his cock, you always fought with it and tried your hardest to take him inside. So while your fighting, he just passes the time with his book. After a while of listening to your whimpers and cries as his cock pierces into your weepy hole, you finally take all of him inside. His eyes dart up from the pages of his book to your face to see how proud you were for taking all of him.

“S’all inside! I did it!” You announce softly, yet excitedly.

“Good for you, now ride it.” Harry hums, keeping his eyes on the pages. He likes a little bit of background noise so having you bouncing on his cock and crying was a nice tune to cut the silence. As you get more and more comfortable, you begin to get a little rhythm going. You were so happy with the way you were taking his cock and you were feeling so good. Harry could see and hear that. And yes he was glad that you were feeling good on his cock, but he wanted you to be a bit of a mess. So as he continues to read, he thrusts up into you, screwing up the entire rhythm you had going. When you feel him go deep inside pf you like that you instantly yell out to him and push down on his stomach. 

“Sir, too deep!” You whimper, beginning to pull away from him. But Harry was quick to nip that in the bud. 

“If you try take me out, so help me I’m going to read this whole book, and the entire time I do you’re gonna sit here and not cum. Do I make myself clear little girl?” Harry grumbles, keeping his eyes on the pages. 

“Yes sir.” You moan, continuing to move up and down on him. Since you’d been holding your releases all day and you weren’t allowed to touch yourself, you’d built up a ginormous release that was bound to over power you. As your movements continue, you feel yourself getting closer and closer. You try to hold back but it’s no use. Your release completely takes over your entire being and it catapults you off of the edge. “Oh my-“ You gasp, feeling your hot juices gush out of you. It felt incredible to finally let go and just feel your release(s). When Harry sees and hears you cumming, he’s upset. He specifically told you not to cum. 

“You little slut.” Harry grumbles, snapping his book shut and placing it onto the desk behind you.  “Did you just fucking cum?” He grumbles, looking towards you for an answer. 

“Mhm.” You whimper in response, still trembling from you seismic release. 

“Did you just fucking cum?!” Harry growls again, bringing his hand up to squeeze your throat. If you weren’t going to use your breath and answer his question, he was going to take it from you.

“Yes sir.” You gasp, your eyes widening at his tight grip.

“I want you to get off my cock and get back to work you aren’t getting anything now.” He growls to you authoritatively, letting go of your throat and pushing back as he does this to signal for you to get up. “And crawl on your way out.” He continues.

 He then sends you a quick wink and smirk to let you know that it wasn’t Harry talking, it was Mr. Styles. This wink was also telling you that he was going to fuck you later.

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[bananapie99]

Letters Home

Part II of my new Home series

Part I here

Inspired by Welcome Home from Bandstand the musical

“Letters every day, sent to reassure, knowing all the dangers with the duties of the tour”

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Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers (brother) x Reader

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One year. Bucky had been gone for one year overseas. In your heart, it felt like much longer than a year. You were desperate for his touch, for his voice, but you would settle of his words, for his beautiful handwriting. He kept his promise, writing you a letter every day. The first month after he shipped out was the hardest. The letters were scattered, taking anywhere from one week to four to make it across the ocean and into your arms. He was always sure to date the letters, helping you keep them organized. His letters took over your nightstand months ago, neatly filed in a box you found. The letters were kept close by and every night you would reread a handful of them until you drifted to sleep, where you often found Bucky again. You always knew your James was a romantic, but you did not realize how poetic he was until these letters.

Cookie,

Oh how I miss you. How I wish I could run my fingers through your hair, whisper I love you in your ear. I keep your picture over my heart. I believe it protects me on these battlefields. Every morning you are the first face I see and at night you are the last. Today I saw a flower, all alone in the middle of nothing. What kind, I do not know, but it made me think of you. It was the most beautiful flower I have ever seen, and it was surviving in the middle of a war. The world around it was turbulent and broken, yet there it was, tall and proud. Just like you through all of this. I miss you babydoll, and pray every night that the next day I will hold you in my arms at last. I love you babydoll.

Forever and always,

James

His letters never spoke about the war, at least not what he was experiencing. He tried to keep them as light as possible, focusing instead on your love. He tried to find the good, and you love that about him, but it was war. You did not expect every letter to be pretty, and it worried you. Hopefully he was talking to his fellow soldiers there...or Steve. Steve got letters sometimes too, though much less frequently than you.

Your favorite letter came after a year and a half of Bucky being gone. Well, your favorite letter up to that point.

Cookie,

I cannot wait until I can call you my wife. If you want complete honesty, I already call you my wife over here. Anyone asks if I got a girl back home I tell them I got the most gorgeous wife back home, beautiful inside and out, and wicked smart. I tell them that you volunteer your time in the hospitals, that you want to be a nurse. I hope you don’t mind I call you my wife. As far as I’m concerned Cookie, you and I are married. I love you with all of me and I believe you love me with all of you. A piece of paper don’t change much, but I still want it for us. I want the declaration. I want it written down in the book of life that you are my wife. I want God to know and I want the butcher to know. Plan the wedding however you want, the day should be everything you have dreamed of and more. I don’t care what it looks like as long as you are happy and there. I’m sure you have yourself buried to your eyes in plans. I don’t know when this war will end, but as soon as I’m home I want to get married then and there. I love you babydoll.

Forever and always,

James

Oh how you wish you could marry that man right now. Knowing he told everyone you were his wife made your heart skip. He never failed to make you feel completely loved, even from about 4,000 miles away.

About a week after you received that letter, which became a nightly read, the letters stopped coming. You heard nothing from Bucky for a week. Two weeks. Three weeks. A month. You tried to stay positive, but after four long weeks that was nearly impossible. This was war. War did not care that you loved this man and prayed every night that he would come safely home to you. War is cruel and cold, loving no one. You would visit Bucky’s family every day on your way home from the hospital. Every time you would knock, and his mother or sister would answer the door. You would open your mouth and start to ask any word from Bucky? And at this point, you barely got the first word out before they would somberly shake their head and let you in. In a way, no news was good news. There was no telegram, no one on their doorstep to give their condolences. 

To distract yourself, you and Bucky’s sister Rebecca kept re-planning every detail of the wedding. There were only so many times you could change the flavor of the cake or the flowers. Bucky’s mother had sewn Rebecca’s maid of honor dress and was tailoring your mother’s wedding dress to fit you. 

When you went searching through what you and Steve had kept of your parents’ you found the dress, but the veil was missing. On top of not hearing anything from Bucky, this was too much and you broke yet again. Steve found you asleep on the floor, dress in hand, cheeks stained from tears, when he came home from work. The next day you told his mother and Rebecca. Both were quick to console you, and found her own veil for you to use during the ceremony. Bucky’s family really had become your family during this year and a half of him overseas. 

After five weeks of not hearing from Bucky, you saw a letter in your mailbox. The envelope was stamped from Germany, your name and address scrolled in his handwriting. That handwriting had never looked more beautiful. It took everything in you to not rip the envelope open. Instead you forced yourself to unlock the door to your apartment and go inside, lock the door behind you, and sit at your desk where you could open the envelope with your letter opener. You needed to protect this little letter, this lifeline to Bucky.

You took a deep breath as you sliced open the top edge of the envelope. Crimson appeared on the corner of the letter as you pulled it out. Your blood. How ironic to injure yourself on the very paper keeping you alive.

Cookie,

I am sorry it has been a while since my last letter to you. I got myself mixed up in a bit of a situation about a month ago.

Your heart stopped, your breath caught in your lungs.

I am alright now babydoll. Now that I think about it, I probably should have opened with that. I am alright. I promise. We were training and I got caught in some friendly fire. They got my arm, of course the one I use to write. They removed the bullet but my arm was useless there for a while. I was pretty out of it on the pain medications as well, otherwise I would have had someone else write the letter for me. Could you tell Mother and Rebecca I am okay? I sent them a letter as well, but just in case theirs is delayed or lost. I told them the same thing in theirs just in case yours was the one missing. I still have a couple minor issues with my arm at times, doc says it is probably nerve damage. But that is a worry for another time. I know my silence must have scared you. I am so sorry. I hope this ends soon and I can come home to you. I love you babydoll.

Forever and always,

James

He is alive. Bucky is alive. You did not bother taking the time to put the letter back in the envelope. You left it on the dining table in case Steve got home while you were still gone. You practically ran to Bucky’s house, banging on the door, manners be damned.

Rebecca answered the door, panic in her eyes.

“(Y/n), are you okay?”

“He’s alive!” Your voice was broken as you gasped for air, trying to catch your breath. “I got a letter today. Bucky is okay.”

Relief flooded her face, along with her mother and father’s who had come to see the reason for the panic. 

“Bucky is alive.���

His mother broke down in tears, burying her face into her husband’s chest. Rebecca wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug as she started to cry. Finally, you let your own tears make an appearance. Your James is okay.

Once his family had absorbed the news and everyone seemed to be alright, you walked back to your apartment. Steve should be getting home soon. In celebration of Bucky being okay, you decided to make a cake for after dinner.

You heard the door squeak open before closing and the lock clicked into place.

“Steve!” You practically yelled, resulting in him sprinting to the kitchen.

“Are you alright (y/n)?”

“He’s okay. Bucky is okay. I got a letter today.”

You felt yourself starting to cry again. You washed your hands before picking up the letter, not wanting anything to ruin these beautiful words. Steve took the letter from your hands, needing to read them himself. Soon you saw Steve’s body relax. He unclenched his teeth, shoulders loosening. Still clutching the letter, he pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other cradling the back of your head.

“Thank God.”

Thank God indeed. You have been mumbling your thanks since you opened that letter.

That night before bed you read the letter over and over, at least fifty times.

I am alright. I promise.

Your eyes got heavy and the letter fell from your hand onto your heart. James, please come home soon.

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[frangipansi]

Hi. could you do hcs on the kinda lingerie the boys would like on fem mc? and the undatables if possible? and how are you intimacy hcs goings? i like them but my favourite is Belphie!

Hello anon!!! I’m trying! I’m FUCKING TRYING!!! Belphie hc is the bane of my existence, I find him so hard to write for... but I almost got that sucker. Patience my pet.

NOW! Onto the panty show!

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Lucifer: “You’re definitely the sultry little minx, and in my favourite colour no less.” He would love to see you in some fiery red french lace with satin detailing; chic and classic yet very sexy. I’m thinking a balconette bra, thong and a waspie-like garter belt to help accentuate your waist and bottom. Finish it with a pair of satiny red top nude stockings to put that garter belt to use and nude heels.

Mammon: “The fuck does it matter for? I’m just gonna tear it off ya!” I can’t see him being over fussed; you’re at your sexiest when you’re naked. Of course, he’d lose it with the effort you’d put in, in flaunting yourself in something fancy... but, he loves simplicity! High waist thong and pushup bra (Jamie Lee Curtis in True Lies you’re welcome!) OOFT! He’d love straight up black but I reckon he’d love a cheeky leopard print too... nothing else needed, except maybe his jacket.

Leviathan: “Frills?! Uh... this is every anime, hentai and maid cafe dream rolled into one moment!” He loves anime and Ruri-Chan so he’s gotta have you in something cute! Something frilly and maid inspired would really excite him. The accent and detailing would be white lace and the bulk would be either black or baby pink satin. Push up bustier that laces up at the back and cute little low-rise briefs with frilly sides. Finish with white stay ups which have frilly tops and either black or pink bows to match the outfit, and black or white Mary-Jane's.

Satan: “Goodness, you do like to weaken my control. Come sit with me, we’ll see how long I can last.” Deep blue lingerie dress; very sleek and very sexy. It’s form-fitting, using a beautiful blend of lace, mesh and contouring panels to help accentuate that body of yours. The bra would be a balconette style and the dress length stops just below your bottom. Pair it with a matching thong, black stockings held in place with the dresses built in thick garter straps and black heels which have dramatic bows on the back.

Asmodeus: “This is one of the few times where I’ll gladly admit that you outshine me. Simply stunning.” Beautifully crafted, blush-pink bustier made of delicate mesh and intricate floral embroidery and hugs your body perfectly. It’s the perfect blend of cute and sexy which is so important for our dear Asmo. The bra portion would be a half-cup pushup and nipples hidden behind a layer of lacy mesh; the bustier itself stops at the waist and has brilliant strapping details that makes up the garter portion. Match this up with a tiny high-waist g-string; the smallest amount of material covering you; sheer stockings and blush-pink stilettos.

Beelzebub: “Just when I thought you couldn’t look any tastier... Mm.” He’d love to see you in something vibrant, happy and cute; a buttercup-yellow babydoll set would just bring out such a pleasing smile on his face. Soft yellow mesh flows out from under a full lace bra and underneath would be a matching pair of lace short style briefs. You don’t need to go the extra mile with stockings or heels, but he’d think it was cute - and funny - if you happen to have some frilly socks on or even some fuzzy slippers.

Belphegor aka the bane of my existence: “Mm, that does suit you... you should wear it more often.” One of his t-shirts... No seriously, he doesn’t need or want you fluffing about getting into that kinda fancy stuff. He just loves that mix of sexy and adorable seeing you in his top; just that little bit big on you so he can easily slip a hand underneath. Pair it with a lace thong though and you’ve hit perfection for him.

Simeon: “There isn’t an angel alive that could ever outshine you my love.” Think old school Hollywood negligee; a very soft ivory, almost white silk with lace details. Puff sleeves with fitted cuffs, lace bustier button from breast to navel and from there, soft flowing silk pools down to the floor and underneath is a matching pair of lace short style briefs, nude stay ups with an ivory top and back seams and a modest nude kitten-heel.

Diavolo: “I must say, even angels would aspire to reach this level of beauty.” You’d think, to grab his attention you’d need latex and leather. Nope, that’s a dime a dozen down in the Devildom. French lace with intricate embroidery low plunging teddy in a soft golden champagne colour; there is something he’s finds to tempting and pure about that colour on you. Complete your look with a lightweight silk robe that reaches the floor, tie the sash but keep the robe pulled open so he can see beneath and a pair of nude strappy heels.

Solomon: “You look so calm and natural like this... I like it.” He would love to see you in a soft blue/grey lace chemise set; plunging and soft cups and the body resting at your navel and a little Brazilian style brief. Casual yet sexy, and honestly he’d love it if you just rocked the look with an oversized sports jacket, a pair of knee-high socks and chunky sneakers.

Barbatos: “You’re the perfect blend of dignified and sensual... you’re so very stunning.” He would be utterly captivated if he were to see you in a longline black stain corset; detailed with lace and embroidery. The sweetheart line really amps up your breasts and the hem is perfectly shaped to showcase your hips, thighs and backside. Paired with satin and lace Brazilian briefs, black seam stockings attached to the corsets garter straps and lace-up ankle booties and he’ll be tempted to ask you to be by his side while he tends to his demon duties.

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Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 13.1/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 2,301 Warnings: M for Suggestive Content and Language

Notes: I had to break this one up because it was getting away from me. Part 2 coming soon~

Chapter 13.1 - In Which the Mind is a Terrible Thing to Use

Time was a weird concept when you were dead.

Minutes, hours, days: none of them really had any meaning anymore. They were just arbitrary things that kept the mortal realm in line, dictating the daily lives of those still living in it. The Neitherworld time difference was one of the hardest things for the Recently Deceased to grasp upon entry, and it was part of Beetlejuice’s job as a guide to break it down in simple terms. Congrats! You’re dead, do what you want because you’re here forever. Take up a hobby or something, it makes the days go by faster.

When he was in the mortal realm, he never really paid attention to the passage of time, but he knew it happened.

It had been dark when Holidae had dragged him topside, and now her room was brighter with sunlight peeking through dark curtains. He wondered if Holidae even realized time had passed that much, since she had her nose buried in the Handbook for a while now. She had let him sit with her this whole time, occasionally leaning against his shoulder to find a more comfortable reading position.

When he realized it was already nearing the middle of the day, he offered to leave her alone so that she could sleep, something he knew breathers had to do, “Hey, your eyes are gonna cross if you keep that up. Go to bed or something, I gotta check on a project back on the Other Side anyway.”

Holidae looked up from her reading, blinking at him to let her eyes adjust, “You’re leaving me?”

Beetlejuice had been lighting up a cigarette, but her question made him pause, the unlit smoke hanging from the corner of his mouth. Something in that tone of voice was… familiar. A little nagging worm in the back of his mind that he couldn’t quite pin down.

“I won’t stay away too long, babes. You won’t even miss me that much.” He chuckled, resuming his task and taking a long drag, puffing out jagged little smoke heart in her direction. “I know how eager you are to have me all to yourself. I don’t blame you; all this sexiness within arm’s reach for so long… your willpower it amazing, ya know?”

Frowning, she waved the smoke away, “Not going to miss the crushing weight of your ego, that’s for damn sure.”

Chuckling, Beej snapped his fingers, vanishing with a soft pop. Holidae rolled her eyes, sliding off the bed and going over to check the alarm clock on the dresser, wincing when she noticed it was already the afternoon. Hearing movement from downstairs, she quickly changed out of her pajamas, heading down to see what Lydia was up to.

Lydia was by the front door, one foot planted firmly on the top of an overstuffed suitcase as she attempted to close it, struggling with the zipper. Holidae skipped down the stairs two at a time, going over to kneel down and help to make sure nothing was being caught in the closure.

“Jesus, Lyddy, you’re going away for one night. Do you really need all this stuff?” Holidae mumbled, stuffing a frilly lace skirt back inside the suitcase. “Are you going for a fashion show?”

“Hey, you never know what can happen in the uninhabited part of the woods at night. What if some cryptid comes out and want to borrow an evening look? I’m not going to be rude, Holli.” Lydia snickered, managing to secure the small padlock on the closure.

Laughing, Holidae helped to lift the suitcase up onto its wheels, “I can’t argue with that logic. Just make sure you take the dress to the dry cleaner’s afterwards. Might have fleas.”

“Speaking of fleas, it’s your turn for chores this weekend. I’ve already seen this house looking like a Halloween haunt once, don’t let it happen without me, okay?” Lydia grabbed the car keys of the entryway table, dragging the suitcase behind her as she headed outside.

———

Holidae spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the house from top to bottom; mainly not wanting to incur Lydia’s wrath should the house get another inch of dust before she returned, but it also served to take her mind off of other things. Her sudden burst of confidence in inviting her ghostly roommate to spend the weekend with her… alone… she wasn’t normally such a forward person. Her brain was having a time of it; trying to decide if she should try and politely rescind the invitation, or just jump in with both feet.

Reading the Handbook hadn’t really done much to ease her fears, seeing as there was absolutely no useful information on whether or not such activities were even allowed, let alone possible. Were the going to be consequences? Did they need to take any extra precautions? How did he even retain a sex drive with no functioning organs? Obviously, Beej wasn’t shy about getting a little frisky with her, but was it done through some sort of non-biological means?

Over-thinking about such things were probably why she hadn’t slept in the past 24 hours.

Holidae halfheartedly pushed the broom around the outdoor deck, trying to gather the fallen leaves into a pile. A sudden breeze kicked up some fallen foliage, disrupting the progress she had made in sweeping the porch clear of debris. Groaning, she knelt down and picked up one of the leaves, glaring at it as though it were the sole cause of her internal torments.

“Why must you taunt me, huh? I just get this all clear and pretty and moderately balanced in some semblance of external harmony. And now you ruin it so casually?” She tossed the leaf into the small pile she had gathered with a huff.

Not wanting to be deterred from her task, she slipped her phone from her back pocket, queuing up some music to break up the silence of the outdoors. Once she found something suitable, she placed the phone on the nearby lawn chair, turning up the volume.

It was a bouncy tune; one that made it impossible not to add a few extra flourishes to her broom strokes, sweeping along to the rhythm. Before long, all intentions of actually cleaning had ceased, and Holidae was far more concerned with pulling off fantastic moves with her dance partner. For a broom, it was surprisingly limber as she swung her arms wide, twirling in some bastardized ballroom number created just for this occasion. Waltz for an autumn cleaning spree.

“You’re making a mess.” A familiar, gravel laden voice cut over the music.

Holidae looked around wildly, clutching the broom to her chest in surprise, noticing the ghost casually lounging on the lawn chair. He held her phone in one hand, scrolling idly; a half-finished cigarette burning in the other.

“Holly-baby, you’ve been holding out on me. All these cute underwear pics… and you never bothered to share? I’m hurt. Who’s been seeing these if not me?” Beetlejuice waves the phone around for emphasis. “Do I need to remove some dude’s eyeballs now?”

Her face cherry-red, she marched over and snatched the phone away, “Hey, that’s private stuff, jerkass.”

Upon inspection, the phone was set on the lock screen, meaning he hadn’t been browsing her private photos as he had claimed. Beej sat up with interest, laughing at her panicked state.

“Ah-ha! So you do have sexy pictures on that thing. Give it here… don’t you know sharing is caring?” He held out his hand impatiently. “Call it a sneak preview.”

Holidae shoved the phone into her pocket, “Whether or not such pictures exist is none of your concern. And please don’t go around removing eyeballs. Or at least don’t tell me about it. I don’t want to be complicit.”

“It’s very much my concern, babes. I should be the only one getting the honor of seeing every bit of you from now on. But fine, I will keep you out of my eyeball collection.” Beej reached up, hooking a finger through the belt loop of her jeans, tugging playfully. “So, Cinderella, you done playing housekeeper? I could always get you a little maid outfit for authenticity.”

“Well, technically I’m done, but there’s always- eep!” Holidae was cut off, having been picked up and thrown over Beetlejuice’s shoulder like a sack of flour. “Put me down! This is undignified!”

Beetlejuice ignored her struggling, humming a nonsense tune as he glided through the house, heading up the stairs. Holidae kicked her feet in protest, stringing a few choice words together as she was carried around with little effort. One of her kicks landed dangerously close to a rather sensitive area below his belt, earning her a sharp smack across her backside.

“Ow. Fuck you!” She hissed, gripping his coat as he floated up the stairs. “I don’t like this one bit! Put me down or I’ll kick you again, and I won’t miss.”

Undeterred by her protesting, the ghost continued all the way into the attic, unceremoniously depositing her on the ratty sofa; having been folded up at some point. She sank into the half-stuffed cushions, propping herself against the arm of the sofa, angrily scrunching herself as far into the corner as she could fit. The ghost settled himself into the opposite corner, amused with how flustered he had made her in such a short time.

“Holli~” Beetlejuice was purring deep in his throat, “Babydoll, look at me.”

“No,” Holidae kicked at him with her feet.

He chuckled, “C’mon. Look, I’ll apologize if you just look at me. I don’t say sorry often, so I think you should take advantage of this opportunity. Look look look…”

With a heavy sigh and a roll of her eyes, Holidae turned to look at him, “You are such a pain in the- JESUS CHRIST.”

Beetlejuice was sitting with one leg folded over the other, his arm draped across the back of the sofa. A perfectly normal pose… save for the fact he was stark naked. His pale coloring covered his entire body; the bits of green-tinted mold dotting various parts of him. A thin smattering of chest hair - green of course, matching his hair - made a trail down his pudgy stomach, the rest hidden by his crossed leg. She could only assume that all of his hair sported the same color-changing hue, but wasn’t about to ask. The only thing really out of place about him was the fact there was a brutal looking scar in between two of his ribs.

Holidae stared, slack jawed like a fish, unable to look away for far too long; desperately keeping her eyes locked onto his face. Beej waggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner, gesturing over himself with his free hand.

“I’m sorry I made you undignified or whatever.” He attempted a sorry look, “I take it you like what you see? All this can be yours~ whenever you want. As an apology.”

“I… I can’t look anywhere but your face.” Holidae stuttered, a flush of color spreading out from her nose across her cheeks. “P-Please put on pants. At least pants.”

The ghost mumbled disapprovingly, but complied with her request to a degree; a pair of boxer shorts covering the most scandalous bits of him for the moment. Breathing a sigh of relief, Holidae allowed herself to relax against the arm of the sofa, running a hand through her hair as she gave him a better look-over this time.

“Ah, good, my plan worked.” Beej crawled over to her side of the sofa, squishing her playfully between his body and the cushions.

Holidae head-butted him, “The plan to embarrass me to death?”

He shook his head, conveniently resting his face on her chest, “My ice-breaker. Getting naked. You ever heard of that old thing where if you’re awkward about something, you picture people naked? I cut out the middleman. You’ve now seen me naked, so it you won’t be embarrassed about later, and now we just gotta work on getting you naked.”

“That’s an ice-breaker to you? That’s… that’s like final step territory. What kind of person just immediately disrobes like that? Okay, well, not everyone can just magic their clothes away like you, but it’s the point.” She pouted, brushing through the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck with her fingers.

“...hookers?” He offered, taking a moment to adjust her legs so he was between them, using her body as furniture instead of the sofa.

“Ah, good point, but you don’t strike me as a street walker.” Her skin grew warm under her sweatshirt, fully processing the mostly naked man lounging with her. “Even then I think there’s a least a few minutes beforehand where it’s all business transaction talk. So, being naked immediately is optional. Plus, what if the client wants to keep their clothes on? There’s too many variables, Juice. Did you even account for activities that don’t require disrobing at all?”

Holidae realized she was rambling, her nerves having set her brain on fast-talking auto pilot to cover the fact she was stalling the whole situation with him. She glanced down, finding herself face to face with a pair of molten gold eyes, practically glowing in the sunlight in the attic window. It was so easy to forget how inhuman he was; things like that were a stark reminder.

Beetlejuice had a lazy grin on his face, a few sharp teeth peeking out from the corner of his mouth, content with watching the breather talk circles around him.

Not the breather. His breather.

As much as she tried to ignore him, or refuse his playful offers, he could see it in her face as she stared back at him. Who else would let him lie around like this? Who else would validate his need for constant attention without even realizing she was doing it? This was not a bestest best friend: he already had one of those.

This was a Holidae: and he only wanted one of those.

Before he could utter so much as a snarky quip, her hands grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him close, and she closed the gap between them with a kiss.

Writing Tags: @mr-geuse @paxenera @leiasolo77 @go-commander-kim @ashemspirit @asriells

[moonythejedi394]

Prohibition: Steve cleaning around the house and Bucky just watching from the shadows, admiring his omega to be. Steve's bare neck peeking out of his collar, how good he looks on his hands and knees as he scrubs the floor. Steve's dainty feet. Plotting spoiling him rotten.

nonnie, you have hit the nail on the head as to why I wanted to write that fic in the first place

exactly like you said. Steve has a nice little maid’s outfit; like this, but sluttier

the dress is way shorter, only comes to about a quarter-length down his thighs. his pantyhose are clear with a nice line up the back, clipped to a garter skirt, and every time he bends over, bucky can see the tops of his stockings, the edge of his garter skirt sticking out, just barely covering his pretty little ass.

the fourth floor of the house is all the master suite; there’s the bathroom, the stairwell, and then the rest of it is bucky’s bedroom, lounge, and office, all in one room. the bedroom part is sectioned off with wooden dividers, that’s the east end, the west end is the bathroom and stairwell, between it’s the lounge and office. the lounge has a large marble fireplace, there’s two red leather smoking couches and a matching armchair, chair’s facing the fireplace. the doors to the bathroom are facing the rest of the room, and they’re french doors, paneled in glass, they get fingerprints all them all the time, so yannow, they gotta be cleaned on the regs.

bucky’s sitting on the sofa facing the bathroom, calmly working on a cuban cigar, while steve in his short dress and white apron cleans all the little panes of glass in those french doors. steve starts with the tops of the doors, he goes left to right, gets both doors, works his way down. when he gets to the bottom, he bends over, goes slow as he keeps cleaning the glass. teases bucky with the tops of his stockings, first the black lace band with the line tracing down steve’s legs, then the garter clips, slowly going farther up his legs. steve gets down to the very bottom of the doors and he kneels down, but he still leans forward so his dress will ride up more, so bucky can see more. 

bucky smiles as steve sticks his ass out for him even more. steve throws a look over his shoulder, his big blue eyes just pleading with bucky to say it’s enough, that he’s earned his reward, his compensation for the night. that’s their game, it’s their cover; steve is bucky’s houseboy. but in that moment, steve’s polishing windows not for his paycheck, but bc he must earn his daddy’s cock.

when the glass french doors are finished, steve gets up and turns to face bucky, takes a few slow steps towards him. bucky takes his cigar out of his mouth, holds it out, then taps it, dusting ash onto the elegant rug spread out between the sofas and armchair, all while making eye contact with steve.

“clean that up,” bucky says softly.

steve walks up, gets a delicate brush and dustpan, kneels down on the carpet and carefully sweeps up the ash. bucky looks down at him, he smiles and tucks his cigar back between his teeth. steve looks up just as bucky’s looking down at him and steve visibly gulps. bucky sticks his shoe out, sticks it between steve’s knees and under the hem of his skirt, and he lifts it up to look under it.

“you don’t mind, do you, doll?” bucky asks smugly around his cigar. “no, sir,” steve answers. bucky smiles some more and lifts up steve’s skirt with his shoe enough to see his garter belt and bloomers under it. his shorts are creamy-beige satin with black lace, his garter belt sits neatly at his waist with the top of his shorts, the maid’s dress has a high-waist as well, right at his natural waistline. looking at him, bucky whistles. steve blushes.

bucky then lets steve’s dress fall, lowering his foot back to the floor. “why don’t you wipe off that sofa?” he suggests, gesturing to the couch opposite him, “think we spilled somethin’ on it t’other day, ‘s got a nice white splotch right in the middle’a the center cushion.”

yes, that white splotch is a cum stain. steve pushes up from the carpet and returns to his little cleaning kit, taking out some leather cleaner and a sponge, and he kneels again on the rug, facing away from bucky this time. he starts dabbing at the stain, cleaning the stain carefully and slower than necessary. he glances over his shoulder every few seconds, bites his lip, shifts his knees and spreads them wider and wider each time. bucky just continues to work on his cigar, watching him.

eventually, steve finishes cleaning the sofa, he gets up and puts away the soap and sponge. he returns to standing in front of bucky, hands folded behind him. “is there anything else i can do for you, mr. barnes?” he asks, bouncing eagerly on his toes; he’s wearing a pair of really nice, hand-made leather penny-loafers, well treated, well worn, very comfortable. bucky looks him up and down, a hand on his knee and a hand on his cigar. slowly, he nods. lifts the hand from his knee and beckons to steve. “one last thing,” he says, “sit on daddy’s knee, sweetheart.”

steve breaks into a grin. see, there’s a firm distinction between mr. barnes and daddy. an order or request from mr. barnes is an order for a domestic task; cleaning, cooking, etc. an order or request from daddy, well, now steve’s mouth is watering.

steve takes off his rubber gloves, drops them into his supply caddy, and puts a hand on bucky’s shoulder. lifts one knee, puts it on the sofa by bucky’s hip, puts his weight on it. lifts the other, puts it down, and straddles bucky’s lap, slowly sits down on bucky’s knees. bucky doesn’t touch him yet, he takes his cigar from his mouth, passes it to his left hand and puts it in an ashtray on a sidetable next to them. then he lifts both hands and folds them, tucking them behind his head, still looking steve up and down slowly. “be a good boy, give daddy something pretty to look at.”

so steve slowly reaches behind himself, all while maintaining eye contact, and he slips loose the apron strings. he takes that off and drops it aside, then reaches for the buttons of his little maid’s dress, conveniently at the front of the dress. he slips the first one, then the second, moving deliberately and teasingly, just how bucky likes it. unbuttons his dress completely, then shrugs it off and lays it aside, leaving him in his stockings and garter and a satin set of cami-bloomers; looks like a romper, was a popular choice for flappers in the 20s. the cami part has thin straps and a light v-neckline, trimmed in gorgeous black lace. neatly framed by his drawers, his hard little cock is completely visible through the thin fabric. there’s a nice little wet spot, too.

“gorgeous,” bucky murmurs, “lovely little boy, daddy’s hard because of you, babydoll. what’re you gonna do about that, baby?” 

steve leans forward, pushing his arms over bucky’s shoulders, and puts his chest right in bucky’s face, looking down at him and biting his lip. “i’ll do whatever you want, daddy,” he says, “i’d love it if you put it in me.” “yeah, i know you would,” bucky chuckles, “you’d do anything for a good dick, right?” “yes, sir, anything.” “c’mere,” bucky says, finally putting his hands on steve. they kiss and bucky pushes his hands into steve’s drawers, grabbing his ass, palming it and squeezing, fondling. steve moans into bucky’s mouth, presses his body against bucky’s torso.

it dissolves into sex; bucky helps steve out of his garter belt and drawers, takes his dick out and puts on a condom, steve grinds on it for a while until finally, bucky gets his dick in steve. they fuck sitting right there, bucky holds steve against his chest and drills into him; steve is always limp and pliable when bucky’s fucking him, and bucky loves that, loves to hold him tight and hear his gasps and whimpers and whines. 

now, steve doesn’t wear that maid’s dress every day, most of the time he’s in slacks and suspenders, it’s more comfortable for him and bucky doesn’t really care what steve’s wearing as long as he’s serving. even though he’s not wearing that cute little maid’s outfit every day? him and bucky have the same routine every night. “is there anything else i can do for you, mr. barnes?” “yeah, come sit on daddy’s lap.”