#slight feminisation of steve

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemas Day 17: Accidental Kink Discovery

It's Smutty Sunday so minors bye bye.

One of Steve's favourite thing about Christmas was baking. Sure he liked baking at other times of the year, birthdays, bake sales, but Christmas he could really go wild.

Steve loved baking for Christmas so much that for his birthday this year Robin had gotten him a frilly Christmas themed apron. Which Steve pretended to hate at the time but always wore it when he baked alone.

He had just finished getting the cookies out of the oven to cool when he heard Eddie come through the door. His boyfriend had keys so this wasn't an irregular occurrence but Steve hadn't even considered his attore when he turned around to greet Eddie.

"Hi, honey, how was work."

Eddie stopped a few steps before Steve, eyes wide and a small squeak escaping his lips. His eyes trailed down Steve's body before coming back to meet his eyes.

A mischievous smirk creeped onto Steve's face. Oh. So this was a thing for him, Steve could work with that. He took the last few steps to Eddie and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"I'm so glad my man is home, was just about to put dinner on, hun."

Eddie's hands reached up and gripped Steve's hips, trapping some of the frilly apron.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're killing me."

Steve giggled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Didn't know you wanted a little housewife, baby."

Eddie captured his lips for a proper kiss, backing him up against the countertop.

"Mm, I didn't either out a man could get used to such a pretty girl waiting for him at home."

Eddie had never called him a girl but the flush that built in his cheeks was a clear sign he enjoyed it. That was new.

"How about you and me go upstairs for a bit before dinner, babygirl, think I need to relieve some stress after my long day."

Steve smiled and half dragged him up to his room.

"I can definitely help release the tension."

Ao3

[lovelesscherub]

written for the @harringrovekinktober day 1 prompt lingerie ♡ tags: notsfw, friends with benefits, it's complicated, slight feminisation, blowjob, tit-fucking word count: 1,875

Billy had driven him home that day, on a rainy afternoon after school. Steve's BMW hadn't started, for whatever stupid reason Steve couldn't figure out, since it had worked just fucking fine that same morning. He had found himself stranded on the empty parking lot, getting soaked in the rain. The parking lot hadn't been so empty after all, with Billy's Camaro still parked with Billy watching him kick the front-right tire of his car in frustration from the driver's seat.

What they had going on between them was complicated. It was new, it was a secret, and most importantly it was purely physical. Right? Billy's kindness didn't surprise Steve, though, when he heard Billy honking the horn of his car and gesturing for Steve through the window to come and get in, taking pity on the guy, clearly.

That was when Steve first saw it.

While sitting on the passenger seat of the Camaro, from the sliver of Billy's rear-view mirror that was visible to him, he caught a glimpse of it, and couldn't stop staring no matter how hard he tried to look away. There, on the backseat, slightly tucked away between the seats but still not hidden enough for Steve not to catch sight of it. Light blue. Lace. A bra. Someone's bra. A bralette? Steve honestly had no fucking clue what the difference was, and he didn't care. All he could do was try and figure out whose bra Billy had taken off in the backseat of his car and when. Sure, since things between them were purely physical, they had kept it casual. And it wasn't like Billy was at his place all the time. Almost, but, not all the time, so. They hadn't specified anything, especially not being exclusive or anything like that, so, Steve kept his cool. It was cool. It didn't matter. It wasn't a big deal, right? His gaze wandered over to Billy, from the corner of his eye, and if Billy caught him staring then, or staring at that thing on the backseat, well, he didn't mention anything.

Billy didn't mention anything about the bra disappearing, either. When Billy had finally reached the Harringtons' driveway and gotten out of the car to round to the passenger side door to open it for Steve in a mock-gentlemanly fashion, Steve had snatched the bra from the backseat and stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket and waved Billy thanks-and-goodbye as fast as he could. The lace was soft and see-through, there was a hint of someone's fruity perfume left on the material, and a trace of Billy's cologne, as Steve examined it late at night, sitting on his bed and just turning the thing over in his hands. Momentarily he felt like trying it on, but didn't. He just kept it hidden in his room for weeks, tucked away in the top drawer of his bedside table. Out of sight, yes. But definitely not out of mind.

That idea of trying it on, wearing it just for a few moments out of curiosity, just to see what it would feel like or look like on him, came back to Steve many times. He resisted the urge, mostly out of shame, until one night before bed he finally decided to just fucking go for it. No one was there to witness it, no one would ever know, it was safe. He stood in front of the mirror in his room for a while, pajama pants hanging low on his hips, the light blue lace of the bra a little tight around his chest once he had managed to clasp it behind his back. It felt a little strange, sure, but Steve liked the look of it. Wondered if Billy would like it on him, too. His cheeks were flushed pink by the time he slipped his pajama shirt back on, and not taking the bra off underneath, Steve simply went to sleep like that.

The doorbell rang at two in the morning, and when Steve's sleepy brain caught up with him once he had jolted awake, he already knew it was Billy. It wasn't unusual anymore, Billy inviting himself over in the middle of the night, maybe feeling worked up after a particularly nasty fight with his dad, or worked up for a completely different reason. Steve didn't mind either way, he liked the fact that Billy knew he could come over anytime, no matter the reason. He was always welcome.

"Hi."

"Hey."

They stood there in the doorway, smiling softly at each other. Steve in his pajamas and Billy in his denim-on-denim, even at this hour. Steve hated the way his treacherous heart fluttered in his chest.

Billy stepped inside, and the moment the door closed behind them, Billy's hand was cupping the side of Steve's face as he leaned in for a kiss, pressing Steve back against the door. Billy was looking for a distraction and Steve was more than happy to provide, always.

"Everything okay?" Steve asked against Billy's lips.

"Yeah", Billy hummed.

"Gonna stay the night?"

"Mhm."

Billy's hands landed on Steve's hips then, the pads of his thumbs found his sleep-warm skin, pressed and drew circles there as he tugged him closer, pressed their bodies together. Steve's arms wrapped around Billy's neck and brought him in for some more kisses.

"Fuck", Steve groaned as Billy's jean-clad thigh pushed up between his legs.

"It's so easy to get you going when you're sleepy, pretty boy", Billy said with a grin against the side of Steve's neck.

"Is that why you always come over in the middle of the night?"

"Maybe."

They fumbled over to the couch in the living room in no time. Steve had managed to rid Billy of his denim jacket, leaving him looking much more comfortable in his soft cotton t-shirt, pinning Steve down to the cream-colored cushions. His left hand pinned Steve's wrists down, and his right hand slipped underneath Steve's shirt, feeling his soft and warm abdomen, slowly trailing higher.

Billy's hand reached Steve's chest and they both froze at the same time; Steve out of fear and Billy out of morbid curiosity. Both of Billy's hands hurried to the hem of Steve's pajama shirt, lifting it higher until it was bunched up under Steve's chin, revealing what was underneath. Billy looked down at him wide-eyed, and Steve's chest rose and fell rapidly with his uneven breaths. He had fucking forgotten about the fact that he had fallen asleep with the stupid bra on. Steve's face felt so hot he could only imagine how red he must have been, the heat of shame slowly but surely traveling down his neck and chest, spreading red blotches all over his skin, all the way to the tips of his ears.

"Holy shit", Billy breathed out, fingertips tracing along the lace on Steve's chest.

Steve started to squirm, tried to wriggle his way out from under Billy, wishing the couch would open up and swallow him whole.

"No, no, no. Fuck, Stevie. Look at you."

Steve swallowed thickly, feeling his nipples stiffen as Billy ran his thumbs over them through the delicate lace.

"...Do you like it?"

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Your tits look fucking perfect, baby. God", Billy groaned, cupping Steve's pecs, squeezing them, admiring them shamelessly.

"Better than hers?" Steve regretted the question the second it left his lips.

A moment passed between them, silent, eyes searching. Billy knew. He had to.

"Way better", he then answered in a tone that was something soft and understanding.

Steve finally started to relax when Billy's mouth latched onto his right nipple, licking and sucking through the bra and soaking the material with his saliva. His left thumb played with the other nipple, making Steve's mind go all hazy from how fucking good it felt.

"Let me show you how much I love your little tits, hm?" Billy murmured, pushing himself up and repositioning himself so that he was straddling Steve's chest, thighs on either side of him.

"Fuck, you're so hard", Steve just about moaned. With Billy's crotch right in front of his face, he could see the clear outline of Billy's hard cock, pressing tight against the zipper of his jeans.

"It's all you, baby. You and your tits and that cute little bra", Billy hummed, making quick work of undoing the fly of his jeans, letting his thick cock smack against Steve's chest and chin.

Steve didn't have to be told even once before he wrapped his lips around the head of Billy's cock and suckled on it, swirling his tongue around the tip teasingly slow, looking up at Billy and seeing that perfectly blissed-out expression on his face.

"So pretty for me, Stevie. So perfect, pretty baby", Billy murmured, one thumb absentmindedly playing with Steve's nipple, his other hand sliding into Steve's sleep-messy hair.

Steve hummed around the head of Billy's cock, a pleased little sound as he watched Billy through the dark fan of his lashes. Billy's hand felt nice in his hair, fingers gently massaging his head in that casually-caring way of Billy's that made Steve's eyelids feel heavy.

Billy's hand fell back to Steve's chest soon enough, both hands cupping Steve's pecs again, and Steve wasn't sure if the bra would make it out of this in one piece. But he didn't care, not much, anyway. He kind of wanted to mess it up. So when Billy squeezed his pecs together and started moving his hips in a slow rhythm to fuck his cock between Steve's pecs and into his mouth, Steve couldn't help but whimper at the thought of how they were definitely going to destroy the poor little thing of lace.

"You like that? You like having your tits fucked, Stevie?" Billy asked, grinning since he already knew the answer from Steve's whimper alone.

Steve nodded, painfully fucking hard in the confines of his pajama pants and so turned on he thought he might explode if Billy kept worshiping his chest like that.

Billy picked up the rhythm a little. The lace was chafing against Steve's chest, but he didn't mind, it wasn't uncomfortable. Billy didn't seem to mind, either, with the lace rubbing against his dick between Steve's pecs.

"I'm gonna make a mess all over this pretty little thing you're wearing for me."

"Fuck, Billy, please", Steve gasped, the tip of Billy's cock slipping out of his mouth.

"Yeah, I'm close, baby, I'm close", Billy all but growled.

The tell-tale sign was the way Billy's hips stuttered and couldn't keep up with his rhythm as Steve teased his tongue over the leaking slit of Billy's cock and helped him reach his orgasm. Billy wrapped his own hand around the base of his cock, cursing under his breath as he painted Steve's chin, chest, and the bra with his pearly-white come, making a sticky mess that made Steve whimper some more.

"Holy fuck, Harrington. You're so fucking hot, you have no idea", Billy groaned, straining his neck as he leaned down to kiss Steve. Steve could barely hold back his smile as he kissed Billy back.

"Keep that thing on, alright?" Billy murmured against Steve's lips. "I'm not done with you two yet."

[thestobingirlie]

I think a part of the giving Eddie super well maintained pretty curls thing comes forms shippers inability to write mlm relationships without feminising one. They always try to make it obvious that there is a 'man' and a 'woman' in the relationship despite them both being guys.

Its either Steve being the ultimate caregiver and a mom to all the kids taking on the stereotypical feminine role and being like a house wife. Or it's Eddie being made pretty in a stereotypical feminine way, having pretty curly hair and delicate features.

people love shipping a mlm ship and making one ‘the girl’ and one ‘the boy’.

looks wise it’s more typical that eddie will be feminine and steve masculine. steve becomes a hairy, fat bear with shoulders double the size of eddie’s and eddie is a tiny, slight long haired beauty (i swear some art looks more like stancy, sometimes even jopper lmao).

and then in terms of actual character writing, steve is the bangmaid, there to clean up after eddie and mother everyone, and eddie is the nothing husband that treats him like shit lmao.

obligatory this isn’t how everyone depicts steddie, but god it happens too much.

[the1918]

mirror anon.1 hereeee just saw ur tags and im here like HAHAHAHA i just feel that farmer steve is made up of the love he feels for bucky and just protecting him. never to undermine him. so i would think that even a slight bit of femininisation talk would worry him, in a sense that he’s worried whether he stepped a line. bc he is still that man from the 90s, so he would feel a bit anxious over trying feminisation talk w bucky.

Okay so I still cannot decide whether I actually AM James McAvoy in Split and you are, in fact, me... or if it’s just that you’ve read and comprehended in high-resolution detail my “K=Kink” head canon for Farmer Steve

Feminization. It’s not all of the time, and it’s mostly limited to Steve’s dirty talk (although Bucky is totally going to surprise Daddy with a pretty pair of panties, some day), but Bucky almost combusts into the flames whenever Steve tell him that he wants to bend him over and fuck into his pretty cunt. Steve is nervous as shit the first time he says it, but he doesn’t have to second guess himself for long because Bucky tightens around his dick so hard that it makes Steve see white.