#buckle bunny Steve

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

This is my contribution to the @harringrove-relay-race ✨ Thank you @chrisbitchtree for passing the baton ❤️

Dangerous Girl

Bull Rider Billy & Buckle Bunny Steve (CW: feminization, barebacking)

Also on AO3

The buzzer sounded and Steve blinked for the first time in a little over eight seconds.

Just like every other time, it had been the longest eight seconds of Steve’s life.

He watched as Billy seemed to effortlessly jump off of the wildly bucking bull before running a few yards to safety. Steve felt his entire body unclench, only becoming aware that he’d tensed every muscle as they released, achingly slow.

Fiery blue eyes caught Steve’s and he felt himself freeze again. Pinned by the heavy gaze that was interrupted only by the guard of a helmet.

Billy should’ve looked ridiculous as he took off the helmet, shaking out the blonde curls of his mullet and grinning wickedly. Except he really didn’t and Steve’s heart raced as Billy licked his lips, eyes still locked on Steve, causing all of the buckle bunnies around him to titter excitedly.

They all thought Billy was eyeing them. That they’d be the lucky one to ensnare The Billy Hargrove.

Steve knew better though.

Knew that no matter how hard he tried to fight it, that’d he’d be the one warming the bed in Billy’s travel trailer yet again. It happened every time Billy came back to Texas.

Steve would be drawn to whatever rodeo circuit Billy was currently dominating. Would hang on Billy’s fence just like those desperate buckle bunnies. He’d then make his way to the local bar and bend over the pool table to flirt shamelessly with Eddie or Argyle or whichever other bull rider was willing to put themselves into the line of fire that night. Eventually Billy would have enough and drag Steve out and fuck him six ways to Sunday.

He didn’t know why he bothered trying to convince himself that it wouldn’t happen.

It’d been happening since they were teenagers and Billy was just touring the local circuit. It didn’t matter how terribly he’d broken Steve’s heart when he’d signed up for a PBR membership at 18 and taken off to tour the entire continent, leaving Steve behind in their small, backwoods, Texan town.

The moment Billy had been back in Texas, Steve had dragged Jason and Robin to an event three hours away in Dallas just to let Billy defile him in a bar bathroom because they couldn’t make it out of the bar. Jason and Robin had not been amused on the drive home the following day.

He’d seen how they’d eyed Eddie and Heather though. They didn’t have much room to talk.

He drove the two and half hours to Houston a few days later by himself, just to do it all over again. He followed Billy to every single Texas show, turning around and heading back home just to wait another year then rinse and repeat for the last four years.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Billy broke eye contact and shuffled out of the arena. The spell broken, Steve removed himself from the fence and started trudging out towards his truck to drive himself to the local bar.

He was busy watching the way his boots kicked up dirt with each step which is why he let loose a scream when he suddenly found himself being yanked backwards and slammed up against a travel trailer. Steve’s scream was muffled by plush lips pressing against his, stubble scraping the sensitive skin of his face as fingers tangled in his hair.

Steve melted into the kiss, the familiar smell of Billy’s sweat and cologne hitting his nose just as his tongue forced its way into Steve’s mouth. Steve whined into the kiss as a strong hand grabbed his thigh and hiked it up so that their hips could press together a little tighter.

Hands lifting to grip the leather vest tightly, Steve finally found enough will power to push Billy back just enough to get some air.

“What the fuck, Billy?” Steve gasped, head thunking back against the metal of the trailer.

He was saved from the pain of collision by Billy’s hand cradling the back of his head.

“Couldn’t wait for all the bull shit at the bar,” Billy admitted, panting. “The way you were hanging on my fence with your fucking tits out almost got me bucked two seconds in.”

Steve glanced down at his chest where he’d left his pearl snap button up undone obscenely low. It was the same amount of buttons Billy usually had undone when he wasn’t buttoned up for riding. It was only fair.

“I don’t hang on your fence,” Steve muttered, rolling his hips and grinning when Billy cursed and stopped cupping the back of Steve’s head to plant it against the trailer.

“Don’t lie to yourself, princess,” Billy hissed, rocking against Steve in a dirty grind. “My own personal buckle bunny, getting wet just from watching me ride.”

“Don’t lie to yourself, Billy,” Steve scoffed, eyes fluttering closed as they continued to rut against each other slow and filthy. “You’ve got plenty of bunnies to choose from.”

He’d meant it as a jab at Billy but Steve felt pain lance through his chest at his own words.

“Don’t care about any of them,” Billy grunted, burying his face in Steve’s neck and mouthing at the sensitive skin. “You’re the only bunny I care about hanging on my fence.”

“Bullshit,” Steve whimpered as Billy bit down.

“Bull true,” Billy mumbled, dropping his hand from the trailer and grabbing Steve’s other thigh.

Steve jumped so that Billy was supporting all of his weight and his already skin tight wranglers became suffocating. Billy gave Steve’s neck one last bruising suck before lifting his face to kiss him senseless again.

Letting his hands wander to plant against Billy’s drenched button down, Steve felt the strong muscles shifting under the fabric and sighed into the kiss. Fuck, he’d missed Billy. Only getting to see him a few times a year wasn’t enough and Steve yearned for more.

“It’s just you, Steve,” Billy breathed as he pulled away, pushing his sweaty forehead against Steve’s. “You know that, right?”

Steve hoped against all hope that it was true.

It’d been just Billy for him since he was 14 and Steve’s family moved to the sad little town of Hawkins, Texas.

“Then take me to bed and prove it to me, cowboy,” Steve dared, smiling when Billy’s grin turned sharp.

Billy pulled them away from the trailer and started marching along the length of it until they were inside. The smell of horse, cologne, and something quintessentially Billy that had Steve clenching in anticipation.

When Billy reached the steps to his bed, he set Steve down letting him climb up the short ladder and slapping his ass for good measure. Steve turned around to glare and was met with Billy’s self-satisfied grin.

“You knew what you were doing when you put on those jeans, princess,” Billy said like that explained everything.

It did.

Steve sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows as he watched Billy climb up onto the raised area that constituted the trailer’s bedroom. Billy paused at the edge of the bed, kneeling between Steve’s knees

“You wet for me, princess?” Billy asked, sliding his palms up Steve’s denim clad thighs, eyes burning as he looked up at Steve.

Nodding, Steve bit his lip as he considered telling Billy just how wet he actually was. He wanted it to be a surprise though.

Billy gently removed Steve’s boots with an ease that never ceased to amaze Steve. He felt like he was going to war every time he tried to take them off himself.

He slowly moved on to Steve’s belt before working on his button and fly. Billy was moving so slow it was painful and Steve’s dick twitched as the pressure of his tight jeans released. With a smirk, Billy teasingly pulled down Steve’s jeans and briefs before settling back between his thighs.

His broad shoulders forced Steve’s thighs apart far enough to make his hips twinge. Steve held his breath in anticipation as Billy kissed his way up the inside of one of his thighs before parting Steve’s cheeks with his thumbs and choking.

Steve bit his lip against the smile fighting its way across his face as he felt Billy’s breath stutter against his dick.

“Fuck me,” Billy breathed reverantly as he dipped a thumb inside of Steve’s already lubed and stretched hole.

Steve groaned at the sensation of finally being filled, back arching against the bed.

“Watching me ride really got you fucking soaked, huh?” Billy asked, voice thick and gruff as he dipped a couple of fingers inside of Steve.

Gasping and falling back against the bed, Steve whined as Billy stroked his prostate with gentle pulses of his fingertips.

“Need you in me,” Steve pleaded, pitchy and whiny in the worst way as he squirmed. “Been thinking about it all day, waiting for your ride.”

“I can’t -“ Billy cut himself off as he shifted around, yanking his boots and clothes off in a flurry that contradicted his slow, teasing approach from moments before. “I can’t do foreplay right now, princess.”

Billy flushed at the admittance, tossing his last piece of clothing to the floor and grabbing Steve’s thighs. He hauled Steve up the bed and situated himself so that he was hovering over him, lining up and looking at him in askance.

“Don’t need it,” Steve whispered, grabbing Billy’s pendant where it was dangling in his face. “Need you in me right now.”

Nodding, Billy lined up and pushed in tenderly. His face was red, veins popping as he tried to hold himself back.

Steve didn’t want him to hold back. It’d been months. Steve wanted the raw, desperate, reconciliation sex they always had. The kind that made his toes curl.

“Give it to me, cowboy,” Steve demanded, tangling his free hand in Billy’s curls.

“Christ, princess,” Billy moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he allowed himself to fuck into Steve fully. “You got me so fucking pussy whipped.”

It was a gross statement, practically a line if he really thought about it. The way Billy had said it, like a confession had Steve feeling split open and unmoored.

“Yeah?” Steve checked, running his fingers through Billy’s curls.

“Yeah,” Billy croaked, eyes opening to gaze down at Steve.

Steve nodded to show he was ready and wailed as Billy started to fuck into him without abandon. He had to drop his grip on Billy’s necklace for fear of ripping it from his neck with how forceful his thrusts were.

It was the same, toe-curling, eye rolling rhythm they always had but something was missing and Steve couldn’t put his finger on it.

He didn’t have long to consider it as Billy angled his hips down so that he was brushing roughly against Steve’s prostate with each quick thrust. Steve looked up to gauge how close his head was to hitting the wall when he saw it.

“No hat?” Steve gasped, his voice nearly breaking, making Billy freeze as he gaped down at Steve.

It was silly, but Billy always wore his hat when they met up at the bars afterwards and Steve was feeling a little off kilter due to its absence. Billy’s surprised expression slowly melted into a lascivious smirk.

“Is that what does it for you?” Billy asked as he grabbed the black Stetson off its hook above the head of the bed.

He plopped it on top of his dirty, sweaty curls before quirking a teasing eyebrow at Steve.

“Shut up and fuck me, cowboy,” Steve mumbled, face flushing as he squeezed Billy’s hips with his thighs.

“As you wish, princess,” Billy agreed, before fucking into Steve so hard that he jolted up the bed.

Steve moaned, hand flying up to brace against the wall so that his head didn’t slam into it. He grinned up at Billy, hiking his legs higher on his waist to allow Billy to deepen the angle.

It was like a lightning storm every time they came together and Steve was helpless but to give in. It only got more overwhelming as Billy started running his mouth.

“We’re gonna go the bar after this,” Billy promised, breathless with exertion as he continued to fuck into Steve at a ridiculous pace.

“My cum’s gonna be dripping from your pussy when you bend over the pool table like a slut.”

Steve whimpered as he imagined it. Feeling Billy’s cum slide out of him as they hung out with their friends.

“Everyone always wants a piece of you,” Billy grunted, hands twisting in the sheets on either side of Steve’s head. “But everyone will know you’re my bunny.”

The crackling electricity of arousal hummed insistently in Steve’s belly.

“How?” Steve asked through stuttering breaths as Billy’s hips snapped into his at an unparalleled pace.

“Gonna put my necklace on you,” Billy panted, mouth dropping wide and tongue wetting his bottom lip as he struggled to keep his insane rhythm while coming down from the adrenaline rush.

Steve’s hand flew back up to the necklace in question, tightening up reflexively around Billy.

“Shit,” Billy choked out, eyes screwing shut as he trembled above Steve. “Pussy’s so fucking tight.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked, wrapping a hand around himself, orgasm buzzing close at seeing just how overwhelmed Billy was.

“Yeah,” Billy breathed, letting his eyes open so he could look at Steve again. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

“Show me how pretty I am,” Steve demanded softly, muscles tensing as his fingers and toes tingled. “Cum in my pussy.”

“Gonna fill you up,” Billy promised gruffly, rhythm growing sloppy. “Make you mine.”

Whimpering, Steve started stroking himself faster as he practically vibrated out of his skin.

“Come on, cowboy,” Steve urged, screwing up purposefully tight. “Show me who I belong to.”

“Belong to me,” Billy groaned, fucking into Steve impossibly harder, hand flying up to cradle Steve’s head so he didn’t hit it against the wall. “My princess.”

“Yes,” Steve agreed, vision blurring around the edges as his toes curled against Billy’s back, shocks of arousal sparking through his veins dangerously.

“Only one who gets to fuck this pussy,” Billy grunted, trembling above Steve as his eyes widened and his breath started to stutter.

“Only one,” Steve promised, voice going high as Billy fucked into him just right. “Give it to me.”

“Oh fuck,” Billy groaned before his breath caught.

Steve watched his muscles strain as Billy shook above him and Steve felt a shock of warmth spill inside of him.

Moaning loud and obscene, Steve gave in to the lightning bolting up his spine and through his limbs as he came all over his belly in strong bursts. The sensation of Billy’s thrusts getting sloppier and wetter had him clenching reflexively causing them both to whine.

Billy fucked him through the aftershocks of their orgasms as Steve’s muscles went limp and Billy’s breathing caught up. He slowed his thrusts to gentle rocks and Steve released Billy’s pendant and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into a kiss.

Obliging easily, Billy slipped his tongue past Steve’s lips and let himself explore as he trailed callus rough fingertips up and down Steve’s thigh. Steve let himself relax into it fully, sinking against the mattress.

He hummed as Billy pulled back just enough to look at Steve’s face. His fiery gaze burned through Steve despite how gentle it was. Steve would never get enough of it.

Steve whined softly as Billy pulled away further, but settled as Billy fiddled with his necklace. Steve lifted his neck so that Billy could close the clasp and fell back against the bed once it was in place against his chest.

Billy stroked an exploratory finger over the pendant where it rested against Steve’s chest before pressing his weight down on Steve once again.

“Join me on the circuit,” Billy whispered, tilting Steve’s face so that he was staring directly into Billy’s fiery blue eyes.

“Billy,” Steve protested, eyes fluttering closed as he fought the itch in his nose that signaled oncoming tears.

They went over this every time. It broke Steve’s heart more and more each time. He didn’t know how Billy could stand it.

“Not now,” Billy amended, nudging their noses together. “In a couple of months when you graduate.”

Steve sighed and let his eyes flutter close. He’d be officially done with college in just a few short months. He’d be expected to start working for his father in just a few short months so he could take over the company eventually.

Could Steve survive eight or more years of only seeing Billy for a handful of days each year?

He opened his eyes to stare up into Billy’s, the absolute certainty and love reflected back at him making the decision for him.

“Okay,” Steve relented, grinning softly at the pure, unadulterated joy that spread across Billy’s face.

Billy whooped, grabbing Steve’s waist and rolling them over so that Steve was straddling his waist. Billy took his hat off, plopping it on Steve’s head and smiling so wide it had to have hurt his cheeks.

“The boys are gonna be so jealous when they find out I locked down the prettiest buckle bunny on the circuit,” Billy gloated, eyes glimmering with unbridled glee.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to call me a buckle bunny if we’re actually together,” Steve scoffed, smacking Billy’s shoulder.

“I can if you keep hanging off my fence, looking the way you do, watching me win all those buckles,” Billy teased, biting his tongue when Steve pinched his side.

Rolling his eyes, Steve readjusted the Stetson on his head and Billy’s gaze went molten.

“Looks good on you, princess,” Billy whispered, callused hands running up Steve’s thighs.

“Yeah?” Steve asked, rolling his hips back against Billy’s twitching dick.

“Mmhmm,” Billy hummed, grabbing Steve’s hips and holding him in place as he grinded up against his ass. “Think you should wear it while you ride me.”

Steve gasped as Billy’s cock settled between his cheeks, their rhythm growing harder and more frenzied.

“Think I’ll last all eight seconds?” Steve teased, whining as the head of Billy’s dick caught on his rim.

“Only one way to find out,” Billy challenged, guiding himself back into Steve and sliding home.

Steve made it significantly longer than eight seconds and left Billy wheezing about how Steve should upgrade from being a buckle bunny to a bull rider.

Please look forward to the lovely, wonderful, and amazing work from the next contributor, @imsodishy.

[buckyalpine]

Mob Bucky likes his innocent date ft smut

Sigh. I wanted this to be wholesome but it’s horny instead I’m sorry. Might delete tbh. Imagine devilishly gorgeous mob Bucky getting joy out of making his shy date flustered til she’s tripping on her words and unable to speak. He got Steve to find him a date for an event in the evening, uninterested in having to actually find one for himself. He just wants a pretty thing on his arm that he could maybe fuck at the end of the night. Between busy schedules and mob work, Steve doesn’t find anyone so he scrambles to the last person he can think of.

His sisters best friend.

You’re not at all what he was expecting.

He walks down the long staircase in his all black suit, beard trimmed, his cologne intoxicating, coking an eyebrow when he sees the shy thing waiting for him that he’s supposed to go with.

You nearly squeak when he stands before you, too nervous to say anything, your heart running a million miles a minute, knowing exactly who the very James Barnes was. You had no business being here, you were doing this for Steve.

“Hi” you whisper, and Bucky can’t help but smirk at the way you keep tugging at your dress, not meeting his eyes, tipping your chin up to meet his wolfish expression.

“You must be Y/n” he doesn’t let go of your face, noting the goosebumps that now cover your exposed skin from your plunging dress. He doesn’t say much else, letting you squirm, quite enjoying himself.

You want to tell him he looks good, be the confident woman he probably expected to have, exuding grace and poise but you bite your lip instead, nearly whining when he lets go of your chin.

“Y-you um. You look b-beautiful” you finally stutter out, your face burning under his amused gaze.

“Is that so Bambi?” He smirks, cocking his head while you fidget with your fingers. “Hmmm. No one’s called me that before” he chuckles, taking your arm in his and leading you to the limo parked outside.

Your skin is so soft, you smell so sweet and for the first time ever, he doesn’t want to ravage his date to bits. Not when you’re such a soft precious thing.

The night goes well as you grow more and more comfortable with him. He dotes on you the entire time, not letting you lift a finger. He can’t help but take care of you, not letting anyone else near his precious little Bambi.

By the end, he wants to take you home safely like a gentleman but he wants more. And he knows you do too. He can see it in the way you look at him with such longing, nuzzling into his side further and further in the back of the limo.

You’re practically on his lap now, desperately wishing he’d just have his way with you without toy having to say anything but he’d never let that happen.

“What is it Bambi” he whisperers when you squeeze your thighs together, hiding you face in his neck. Your hand trails from his tie to his belt buckle, too embarrassed to go any lower.

“Oh you poor thing” he coos, bringing and pressing your hand on top of his erection, your shaky hands rubbing his bulge like a needy kitten, “do you want my cock baby, s’that it? My Bambi needs her cock?”

“Mhm” you whine, clinging onto him when the limo pulls up to his house, his thick arms wrapping you up and taking you right to his room with no second guesses.

When he gets you into bed, all his animalistic tendencies go out the window, holding back how badly he wants to pounce on you and ravish you like the cute little bunny you are, trapped in the wolfs den. Your gown has been thrown off, lingerie ripped to bits, laying on his bed as he crawls on top of you, his thick, leaky cock bobbing between his legs.

“Are you sure you want this Angel” he checks in with you first, cupping your cheek and swiping his thumb across your pouty lip.

“W-want you” you whisper, shakily reaching down to grasp his cock, swallowing nervously. “I just- I don’t-“

“You don’t have to be scared bunny” he kisses your cheek, placing his hand on top of yours, guiding your strokes. “I’ll teach you how to play with my cock baby”

You tighten your grip, tugging him to where you need him most and he can’t hold back much longer, he’s trying to hard but you makes it impossible.

“Fuck Bambi” he groaned feeling his tip run against your soaked cunt, holding back frok shoving himself in you “keep doing that and I’ll lose control baby”

“Lose control Bucky” you tug at him again and he shakes his head with a strained chuckle.

“I’ll hurt you bunny” he said warns again but you need him to take you apart till you cant walk.

“Please?”

“Bunny…” he warns one last time but you want anymore.

“Daddy” you whine in his ear and something inside him snaps. He doesn’t give you any warning, slamming his cock into you with one stroke, your pleasured cry music to his ears.

“What did you just call me?!” He pulls out to flip you over, spanking your ass while his balls slap your clit, loving the way you go dumb over his cock.

“Such an innocent little baby with a filthy mouth, huh doll, my bunny wants her daddy’s cock”

He grips onto the headboard, delivering powerful snaps with his hips, alternating between pounding you against the pillows and grinding his cock in you without pulling out.

“Such a tight pussy squeezing daddy’s cock, my naughty little bunny, you want daddy’s cream too baby? You want daddy to give you his fresh cum, hm? Breed this needy little pussy?”

“B-breed me daddy!!” You squeal, his words driving you towards your climax, crying into his sheets and arching your back more as his movements grow sloppy.

“Get ready for daddy’s cum baby- gonna breed this pretty pussy till your fuckin’ round n’swollen n’leaking with milk” he gritted out, grabbing your hips with slam back and meet his thrusts. “Together Bambi, cum with daddy, c’mon, be a good girl n’cum with daddy”

The most salacious and primal sounds fill the room as he pumps ropes of his cum into toy, your greedy pussy milking him for all he’s worth. He can’t believe such a quiet little bunny could turn out to be a minx on the inside but he’s never letting you go.

“You’re dangerous Bambi” he whispers, keeping his softening cock in you, having never felt so satisfied afterwards, practically floating in the clouds with you. “M’never pulling my cock out, you feel too good around my dick baby”

You giggle as he kisses your glistening skin, gathering your into his arms, your eyes growing wide when he doesn’t kick you out of his bed.

“You’re mine now Bambi” he says with a soft growl, holding you closer to his chest before pulling the sheets over you both.

Anyway. Wholesome version coming later.

[springlockscars]

office after hours (w. afton/fem!reader)

pairing: william afton | steve raglan/fem!reader content tags: age gap, size kink, praise kink, overstimulation, cockwarming (if you squint), riding, multiple orgasms, rough sex summary: "steve" and you take advantage of the privacy his office provides after hours. word count: 2,662 read on AO3

18+ content below cut. minors do not interact.

note: so many pet names used I'm sorry. there isn't necessarily a plot here and I have no idea if I'll continue this or write a beginning part, lmk! based on a dream I had no word of a lie. enjoy ♡

“O-oh! That's it baby girl.. Just like that...” William moans and tilts his head back, resting it on the back of his office chair. 

Your breath comes in shallow pants as you glide yourself back and forth over his rock-hard cock. You could feel every ridge and vein between your legs, bumping your clit as you moved. 

William's shirt unbuttoned, tie discarded, his slacks un-buckled and dropped all the way down to his shins. You, completely bare on top of him, coating his length with your wetness at an agonisingly teasing pace. 

William's hands grip your hips with enough force to bruise as he relishes in the divine pleasure you're both experiencing. You feel sweat begin to roll down your back as your neediness grows. 

“C'mere,” William says in a breathless grunt, looking down at where he lies between your legs. He takes your hips in his vice-like grip and drags your soaking wet entrance all the way to the tip of his cock. He pushes you backwards again, his tip slowly stretching you.  

The pressure you feel is unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

“Ah!” You gasp, “it-it's too big!” Gripping onto his shirt and squirming in his lap. 

William just presses you down onto his cock more, and more, grunting with every twitch of your body. His head rolls back against his chair again, moaning through gritted teeth. 

“So tight,” he lets out a shuddering breath, “oh my baby bunny is so tight for me.”

You seriously don't think it'll fit, especially with no other preparation beforehand. 

Gasping and writhing in his grip, you feel his hot breath against your neck as the pressure builds to an unbearably uncomfortable level.

“A-ah! fuck please, it's too m-mu- ah!” You choke on your words as you finally feel the tip of his hard length push through and gain entry. Crying out, you collapse and rest your head on his shoulder. 

William shushes you, running his large, rough hands up your thighs to caress your small, pert buttocks before running them back down your thighs again “Shh bunny, shh. It's ok. You're doing so well, I knew you could do it,” his hands stroke up to your hips to resume his grip. 

“It's like you were made for me,” he whispers against your neck. 

He pulls you up, slowly, as though he were about to pull out what little of him had entered entirely. Only to push you back down on his cock, forcing it to enter deeper inside your walls.

Still with your head buried in his shoulder you try to rock your hips to match the movements he's making. Each downward stroke letting him reach deeper and deeper inside you while simultaneously pulling high pitched whines from your mouth. 

“Oh.. My girl.. You're doing so well. Taking me so well... So good for me,” he nips and licks down the side of your throat to your shoulder. Nuzzling his nose into your neck and inhaling your scent. 

All you can do is choke out a moan in response. 

He continues working you down his length, the stretch burning and the pressure inside building more and more. 

I don't know if I can take much more. You think to yourself, how much more is there...

You knew he was big after he ordered you on your knees to free him from the constraints of his slacks. Telling you exactly how to run your small hands up and down his length before impatiently pulling you off the ground to sit on his lap and make his cock slick with your wetness. The only preparation made before he tried to bury himself deep inside you. 

“Ugh.. That's it my bunny... almost.. there,” William pants as his length reaches deeper and deeper with every stroke.

He once again lifts you with ease almost fully off his cock before pulling you back down agonisingly slow. He does it again, but this time you feel the tops of his thighs brush your backside. “You're taking me so well. Taking my cock so well,” he groans as he pulls you down one final time, sitting completely on his lap with his length entirely buried inside you. 

The feeling of fullness is indescribable.

He pushes you off his shoulder to look in your face, stroking your damp hair back and taking your chin in his hand. ”How does it feel baby?” he asks, eyes burning with lust.

all you can do in response is pant and grip what remains of his clothes. 

“Has my baby gone dumb?” He strokes your cheek with his thumb, “has my cock made you speechless?”

Truth be told, the feeling of your tight walls pulsing around him has him feeling drunk too. Gone are the days where William could only imagine stuffing you full of his cock until you cried. He has you now. And he'll take you whenever he wants. 

William brings his hands down your neck to your breasts with a feather light touch. Cupping them, rolling and pinching your nipples to hard points as you sit there, fully sheathed on his cock. He situates his hands down at your waist, stroking your skin gently with his thumbs while he watches you sit there with your completely blissed out expression. 

Mine. He thinks. All mine. 

He tightens his grip, drawing your attention. “Baby,” he smiles when your eyes meet his, a dark grin twisting across his features, “I'm going to fuck you now,” he states.

With that being his only warning, he lifts you again effortlessly upwards and almost entirely off his cock, before slamming you back down.

Crying out and arching your back, your nerves feel like they're on fire from the sensation. William continues his assault on your pussy, his hips snapping upwards into yours repeatedly and forcefully. All you can do is cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. 

Your hands gripping his arms as your head falls backwards, overstimulated and completely drunk on the pleasure he's giving you. 

William lets out a ragged moan, feeling your walls spasm as he pounds you relentlessly, again and again. Your breasts jiggling with nipples hard right in front of his face. He looks down to where your bodies connect, feeling a surge of pleasure go straight to his groin at the sight of his cock penetrating you over and over. 

“Oh... my bunny... so good. You feel so good.”

His praise joining the sounds of your moans, and the sound of his thighs slapping against yours to echo through his office. Good thing you were the only ones in the building. 

Tears burned in your eyes from the overstimulation, spilling down your cheeks and dripping down to your breasts. The sight made William even more turned on, grunting with every thrust up into your tight, bruised pussy. 

“a-ah... ohhh.. m'god... unfff- ah!” Your incoherent sounds like a chant encourage him on, his thrusts never slowing. He's animalistic, the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead mixing with your own in the valley between your breasts. He leans forward to capture a nipple in his mouth, maintaining his pace. The taste on his tongue a salty mix of your sweat and tears. 

You throw one arm around the back of his neck and bury your fingers in his hair as he repeatedly sucks and bites at your breast enough to bruise. You'd be covered in them by morning. Markings to show you off as his. 

He moves to give the other breast the same attention, the same bright red-purple marks, before pulling away and leaning back in his chair again to watch you ride. 

“Do you like this, hm?” He asks, grunting, “do you like the way my cock feels inside you?” 

All you can do is grasp at the back of his neck and at his hand on your waist. His pace still doesn't relent as you continue to moan, your voice becoming hoarse. 

“Does it feel good my little bunny? Riding me like this... I-ahh... You're just so tight. You feel so good.. feels so good.. and tight around me...”

You can feel the burning ache low in your tummy get stronger and stronger. Your hands grasping at William desperately as he just keeps roughly pounding you. 

The feeling tightens and tightens, your cries choked out becoming higher. Until you feel it snap inside as you lose all control and spasm around William's cock. Your back arched, your legs shaking, digging your nails into his skin so hard you're surprised it doesn't break. 

“Unfff...Fuck. That's it baby girl, that's it... Come for me baby, come on my cock,” your walls rapidly squeezing him is a feeling William never wants to forget, bringing him closer to the edge of his own orgasm.

He maintains his pace, not slowing for a second to let you ride out your orgasm. His large hands pulling you down on his cock harder than ever before. 

“St-stop!” you cry, “S'too m-much- ah!” The overstimulation making you feel like you're one of his machines short circuiting. You continue to spasm in his lap as he intensifies his thrusts. Tears prick at the edges of your eyes and spill down your cheeks. It's too much. 

William, panting himself now, solidifies his grip on your body. “S-so good.. my bunny... So good for me...” Reaching the climax of his own orgasm his thoughts are completely lost on you, only using your body to reach his high. 

His unrelenting assault on your body brings the warm ache deep inside you back once again. Your moans going from breathless heaving to shallow cries, feeling the tightness peaking. 

You claw at any part of William your hands will reach. His neck, his shirt damp with sweat, his toned biceps down to his hands in their death grip on your flesh. 

The pleasure becoming too much as you cry out his name, and feel the snap inside you, once again sending spasms throughout your entire body as William holds you firm. You can't tell if your vision faded or if you have your eyes closed. 

Your walls clenching uncontrollably around William's cock a second time are enough to send him over the edge of his own orgasm. He slams your hips down against his one last time before finally stilling. He rests his forehead against your heaving chest as you feel him twitch deep, his hips rocking as he comes inside you, breathing sharp through his gritted teeth.

Until he finally sighs.

He relaxes his grip on your waist, head falling back against his chair once again. 

Your mouth hangs agape as you feel the electric shocks of your second orgasm dissipate throughout your entire body, calming to a dull buzz. 

William runs his hands up and down your sides in a soothing motion, pulling you into his chest. Your wet skin pressed against his as you fully relax against him. He strokes your back as both of your breathing settles to a normal pace. Relishing in the post orgasm bliss. 

“You did so well for me my baby bunny,” he sighs, head tipped up to the ceiling. “So well, I'm so proud of you,” he leans down to pepper light kisses against your neck. 

The adrenaline vanishing from your body, your eyelids grow heavy. You hum in appreciation of his praise and settle in closer in his embrace.

“Tired?” William asks, “c'mon, we can't sleep here. The cleaners are coming in early tomorrow and you know we can't be caught in here.”

He places one last kiss to your jawline as he encourages you back up to a sitting position. His cock still buried to the hilt inside you. You rub your eyes and sigh. William rests his hands on your hips once again and pouts, “I really did tire you out, hm?” he leans in and connects his lips to yours, sighing into the kiss. 

William takes your hips firmly in his hands and raises you up off his now softening length. You gasp at the quick movement and the sudden loss of the full feeling you had become accustomed to. He takes his chance to deepen the kiss, pressing his tongue against yours and completely dominating your mouth as you whimper against his lips.

William pulls back, feeling a surge of pride at your expression. Eyes half closed, a picture of bliss. 

“Can you stand?” He asks as he lifts your small frame from his lap. Your legs shakily extend beneath you and tremble when they try to take your weight. “C'mere, hold on,” he places your hands on his shoulders as he retrieves your panties from where they were discarded on the floor. He helps you step into them and pulls them swiftly up your legs and over your ass. William strokes his thumbs over your hip bones and presses a couple of kisses to your abdomen. 

“Here, sit there while I get our things,” William guides you backwards to sit on the edge of his desk, the wood cold against your backside. 

He pulls his own slacks back up his legs, tucking himself back into his underwear and buckling his belt. He leans back in his chair and begins to button his shirt, eyes raking over you perched on his desk like you’re his prey. 

How did I get so lucky... William thinks to himself.

Before getting halfway through the buttons, he realises that this shirt is far too soiled to wear in the car.

He stands from his desk chair and retrieves another shirt from the locker in the corner of the room. William was no stranger to spending the night in the office when the idea of driving home in the early hours wasn't appealing. Or when the warmth of the whiskey he keeps locked in the bottom drawer of his desk takes hold during a cold night.

He dresses in the clean shirt, collects the soiled one, along with his tie from where it lay on the ground and stuffs them inside his documents bag. William turns his attention back to you, collecting your discarded clothes from the ground too, only to realise the problem you now have. 

“Ah... I forgot...” He holds the torn pieces of fabric in his hands, completely unwearable. He may have been too overexcited to get you undressed. Even your bra was ruined, the elastic straps snapped and dangling pathetically. “Mm,” he turns away to stuff your clothes in his bag too.

“Ah!” he grasps his coat from the rack by the door, gesturing you to come over to him with his hand.

You stand on shaky legs, holding onto the edge of the desk before going stand before him, looking up to into his face while wearing only your panties.

William steps closer and wraps his big coat around your bare shoulders, pulling it snug. “Not great... But it'll have to do for the drive home,” he collects your shoes and crouches all the way down to the floor to help you put them on.

“...Home?” you ask.

“Of course baby,” William says as he guides your shoe on your foot, you holding onto his shoulders as he does so, “what like I'm just gonna leave you here, alone and naked in the dark?” 

William secures the second shoe and stands back upright, towering down over you. He grasps your chin and tilts your head to look all the way up at him. “You do want to come with me, right?” 

You nod quickly, eyes wide and cheeks flushing. 

“Excellent,” he grins and strokes your cheek before turning to collect his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. 

“Come on, better get out of here before anyone else gets here,” he opens his office door, having a tentative look left and right before guiding you out into the hallway towards the exit. 

William flips off the light switch and closes the door to his office softly behind him. 

[maximotts]

Free use cowgirl Wanda 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Going to the grocery store because Wanda’s been so busy lately only to find Wanda there and you’re like “omg hi Wanda 😊 But wait I thought I was doing the shopping this week?” and you check your phone to see if you’ve missed something. You haven’t. Wanda just couldn’t wait to bend you over 💞💞

My phone is doing the ios17 update and I'm just remembering I needed to finish answering this ask whoopsies

This got longer than expected (it's only like 600 words tho), but I simply cannot apologize for free use cowgirl Wanda content uhmmm cws for public sex and typical farm Wanda dirty talking, 18+ obvs

I don't think I've said it before, but Wanda does errands to shops in town to drop off farm goods every week because shopping local is good and cute! So there's a very high possibility you'd run into her at the grocery store and you're always so giddy when you see her, the shop owner thinks you two are just precious!

He doesn't even notice Wanda holding your hips so tight you're squeaking or how she's taunting you by pulling the ends of your pigtails! When you excuse yourself to finish the rest of your shopping, Wanda follows oh so innocently until the two of you are out of eyesight... and maybe she spots you stretching to reach the flour at the very back of the shelf, flowy dress riding up to show off your legs, how's Wanda supposed to do anything but pin you against the shelves?

"What right do you have to look this damn beautiful all by yourself back here?" And you can barely get a word in between Wanda's kisses, particularly when she takes your tongue and sucks, leaving your mouth an absolute mess.

At the sound of Wanda undoing her belt, you startle, trying and failing to wrench your thigh from where your girlfriend was shamelessly hitching it high around her hip. "Are you crazy? Someone's going to see us!"

"Now bunny, don't be like that," Wanda's totally unbothered by your struggles, knowing you'd settle as soon as she gets her hand up your panties— and she's exactly right. "I believe we have an arrangement, or did you forget?"

You couldn't possibly forget, your mind always racing with thoughts of how and when Wanda would decide to fuck you again. Sometimes you baited her into it, not wanting to wait, but being taken in the back of the town's only grocery store was an idea that'd never dared crossed your mind. Wanda's either until about five minutes prior.

"Good girl..." Wanda's smile is stunningly bright as she feels you relax against her, arms winding around her shoulders while she lines up her strap, opting not to prep you for the sake of time. "I'd guess we have about ten minutes before Steve finishes counting the jars I brought and writing me a check so behave and be quiet."

It's the shortest ten minutes of your life, the time flying by under Wanda's praises and the knee-buckling orgasm she gifts you. Your teeth desperately bite into the shoulder of Wanda's coat as she continues to fuck you, pumping your full of her cum until she's satisfied.

Pulling out was bittersweet, the brunette loving your impish whines but hating to have to leave. She did have to exercise some self-restraint, but that didn't mean she couldn't pick up where she left off later... "You'd better keep every last bit of my cum in that sweet pussy or I'll drag your ass right back here and we'll start all over again. Understand?"

"Uh huh..." It's terrible how quickly Wanda takes all your thoughts with such a quick fuck; you can tell how spaced out you sound, but you don't have anywhere near the coherence you need to mask it. You'd have to go straight back to the house after this, could only hope you remembered the rest of what you needed to get for dinner.

"I have a few more stops to make so I'll meet you back at home. Text me if you need anything, love you." Wanda sends you off with another kiss and a pat on the ass and before you know it, she's gone and you've never done your shopping more dreamily.

[loveshotzz]

Here’s a little preview of everyone’s favorite Tamagotchi Daddy 😚 and an appearance at the end by your fave bartender.

Whatta Man Masterlist | Rick’s Party Playlist

as a reminder my blog is 18 +

Sheer curtains sway with a pink glow from the flashing sign outside your apartment, the nip in the October air makes goosebump dance across your exposed skin from the crack in your bedroom window. The summer heat came and went like it always does but not the cute bouncer you took home the first warm night of the year.

Weckx-N-Effect’s ‘Rump Shaker’ spills through the boombox in your living room where Steve stands in front of your long mirror, dressed as John Dalton from Road House, you hear the pitch in his voice deepen,

“Take the biggest guy in the world, shatter his knee and he’ll drop like a stone.”

Rolling your eyes at the line you’ve heard both him and Patrick Swayze deliver all week long, you adjust the white and blue trimmed high waisted basketball shorts that hug your curves before tugging down the cropped Tune Squad mesh tank that matches. Straightening your bunny ears, you turn around to inspect your tail, bubble gum pink glossed lips turning up into a pleased smirk with the height the white platform sneakers on your feet give you. Humming in approval because you know Baby Spice would be proud, your shoulders wiggle in excitement as you apply another layer of gloss before smacking your lips loudly.

“Hey Doc, you got the goods earlier right?” The bouncer calls out.

His boots sound heavy on your shag rug making his way towards the bathroom and even though you saw his outfit earlier, when Steve’s handsome face appears next to yours in the mirror with a wide grin, you still flutter around nothing. Dark emerald eyes turn black as they drink in your costume, and you're almost positive yours look the same admiring the thick patch of hair on full display in his white loose fitting button up. Long sleeves rolled up to his elbows with the top three undone just like Dalton’s.

The extra button reveals more than usual, including the silver chain that dangles from his neck. It shines under the dark curls that cover his chest when it hits the bright lights above you, matching the belt buckle attached to the black leather that holds his tight fitting jeans to his waist. The ivory of his shirt makes his permanently sunkissed skin glow, thighs pressing together when he licks his full lips, moles moving with his cheeks when he grins.

“Jesus, you look - fuck, why’s the tail doing it for me?” Finally breaking character, he runs a hand through his hair, the ring wrapped around his middle finger catching your eye in his reflection.

“Stop calling me that or everyone is going to think I’m Bugs Bunny.” You huff and his lips twitch at your pout, “and if by goods you mean, the Roadhouse soundtrack, yes I picked it up from your friend Robin.”

Turning around, you lean against the sink, the reminder of your promise to recreate the sex scene with him tonight has you giving him an extra exaggerated roll of your eyes, a smile lighting up your face despite yourself. Steve’s big black boots cross the threshold, thick rubber soles squeaking against the rose colored tile, he closes the small distance to stand in front of you.

The warm smell of his Calvin Klein CK One cologne lingers fresh on the cotton of his shirt, along with the faint hint of your hairspray when he stole a spritz when he first got to your apartment. The cinnamon from his Big Red is hot on his breath, the whites of his teeth showing in a grin as he pushes the gum to the other side of his mouth with a tongue that was between your thighs just a few hours ago.

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop. I can’t help it when I’m in character you know?” One of his big hands comes up to your face, long fingers spreading across your jaw tilting your mouth towards his. The bouncer takes in your done up features in the light, and the pucker of your glittery lips, looking at him like you needed to be kissed. “No one is going to think a pretty thing like you is anything other than hot.”

“Good.” You try to say it with more conviction, but the way he keeps looking at you like he wants to eat you alive makes it come out quiet.

“Oh yeah?” He questions with a quirked brow, his boots moving the one step left to stand in the space you made for him between your legs. The tip of his nose runs along the bridge of yours, his other hand finding a new home on the plush curve of your hip to pull you even closer. The denim doing nothing to hide just how much your outfit was affecting him.

“I’m gonna have to follow you around all night aren’t I? Gonna make me abuse my power and kick anyone out who even looks at my girl like they got a chance huh?” Steve mutters his threat against your lips, the tips of his fingers digging into the dip in your cheeks bringing your mouth to his.

The strawberry of your gloss is sweeter than it was thirty minutes ago and it makes him groan when his kiss turns possessive, tongues meeting in the middle when he licks into your mouth. Your hands find their way to his chest, your palms finding the warm skin of his chest, the blunt ends of your nails dragging through the dark thatch of hair. He nips at your bottom lip when he lets you go. Pink glitter staining his when he pulls away sticky, eyes blown wide feeling the way your leg starts to lift over his hip, daring him to come back for more.

He tuts at you with whatever self control he has left, letting his hungry gaze drop down to drink up every dip and soft curve on display for him. Your back arches under the heat of it and Steve catches the puffy tail resting perfectly on the curve of your ass in the reflection. His responsibility to get downstairs in five minutes doesn’t seem so important anymore.

“I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.” He sounds almost angry, and pride swells in your chest.

His hand slides from your waist, fingertips tips dragging down the soft dough of your thigh making the hem of your shorts bunch up when he hooks them under your knee. He accepts your dare with a roll of his hips, his grin turning salacious when you gasp.

“That’s kinda the point, duh” the giggle that leaves your mouth is breathy as he ducks his head down to the crook of your neck to suck a fresh bruise where the previous one he left last week is almost healed, “oh my godddd.”

His lips curve against you, the hint of stubble along his jaw tickles as he makes his way with greedy lips to all the sensitive spots he’s discovered over the last few months, including the new one he found the other night right below your ear. He nips at the soft skin when your fingers tangle themselves into his hair with a harsh tug at his roots, the back of your calf pressing against his ass encouraging him more.

“Earlier wasn’t enough, my girl needs more attention doesn’t she?” His taunting comes out next to the shell of your ear, the deep baritone making you shiver. “It’s only been a few hours and you want me that bad again, huh?”

Your eyes hit the back of your head when he rolls your earlobe between his teeth. Another tug to his hair, a whine pushing past your pink lips trying to get more of anything he’ll give you.

“Come on baby, don’t be shy.” He hums pulling away from your neck, finally letting go of your face to squeeze at the fat of your ass propped on the sink, long fingers playing with your tail. “Tell me, I wanna hear it.”

The song on the radio changes, and Mase’s ‘What You Want’ encourages the next grind of your hips.

“Gonna make me beg for it Steve?” You pout looking up at him from under your lashes, relishing in the way you feel him twitch in his jeans at the thought. One of your hands trails down the muscles of his stomach, biting your lip when they twitch under your fingertips, adding more to the growing problem in your underwear.

The incessant high pitch beeping of both your tamagotchi’s cuts through the tension like a knife, making both of you freeze and you catch the way his eyes widen, the color coming back at the realization of their need to be fed.

“Steve, I swear to god-“ Your disbelief is quickly cut off by the bellowing voice of a certain bartender from outside your window.

“Hey! Asshole! I know you’re up there. Get your dick in your pants and get down here and help! It’s fucking Halloween!”

Eddie sounds like he’s already at his wits end, and you swear you hear him say ‘before I fuckin’ kill Rick’ as the bar door creaks open before slamming shut behind him.

[plistommy]

What do you think about omega!Steve who has a big falling out with his parents and moves in with his asshole, working class boyfriend who's gonna ruin his life (according to Steve's parents)- but meanwhile Steve and Billy are happily decorating their trailer and fucking like bunnies and talking about having kids once they've saved up some money. And once every couple of weeks Steve comes across his parents at the store or on the street and he just always looks soo happy🤭

”Oh my god, put it in already!” Steve whined as he arched his back, presenting himself to his alpha who was hurriedly opening his belt buckle after getting home from work.

Steve had been waiting for his boyfriend for hours, decorating their newly shared trailer cute and homey with their stuff. He still couldn’t believe he was actually away from his awful parents and living with Billy. His alpha.

He had gotten horny after he had tried to take a little nap, but smelled his alphas scent on their messy bed from the night before instead and soon enough he was fingering himself.

It was like his prayers were answered because he heard the door open and Billy’s heavy scent filled the place.

And now he was here, begging for the other’s knot as Billy finally got his dick out and pushed it into his waiting hole with one smooth thrust.

”Y-yes! Alphaaaa!” Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head as Billy started a brutal pace, grabbing the omega’s thick ass.

”Fuck, baby, was thinking about fucking you the whole day. Missed you, missed this ass…” Billy purred as he threw his head back, blond curls sticking to the back of his neck.

Billy slapped Steve’s ass, loving the way it jiggled whenever he thrusted in and out of the other’s perfect body.

”Ohmy…goddd, Billy! Breed me!” Steve cried, droll dripping to their covers as he couldn’t help how his tongue rolled out.

”Oh fuck fuck fuck!” The alpha cursed as he picked up the pace, moving his strong arms around Steve’s waist to get him closer, to get his dick deeper into the other’s tight body.

The knot started to tug into the omegas hole, making them both moan desperately and soon enough, it popped and filled the omega full.

Steve loved how it felt.

”Shit, Baby, you’re perfect.” Billy moaned, coming to kiss his omegas perfect lips as their bodies were tied now.

”Uh-huh…” was all Steve could get out and it made his alpha chuckle. He felt soft kisses on the back of his neck and soon teeth on his mating mark.

It made him shudder.

They laid there for a while, both coming down from their highs as they cuddled closely.

”How was work?” Steve got out and his hoarse voice got them both laughing.

”Good, pretty boy. But not as good as coming home to my beautiful omega.”

Steve blushed and rolled his eyes playfully.

”Yeah, yeah… I bet.” He grinned.

Billy smiled down at him, blue eyes so pretty and full with love as he pushed Steve’s sweaty bangs away.

”I see you decorated the place. I love it.” Billy looked around, eyes lingering on the picture of the two of them on their nightstand. ”You definitely have the eyes for a home.”

It made Steve smile, the omega in him purring with happiness that his alpha was happy with him.

”Even better for the future, for the pups…” he said, loving how Billy’s eyes grew a little wide.

”Yeah?” Billy moved closer ”Wanna have pups?”

Steve gave the other a small peck on the lips ”Definitely. Not yet, but, someday…”

Billy kissed him back, deepening it a little until he pulled away with Steve’s flushed face.

”Can’t wait to knock you up. Make you full of pups, so round and sexy…” Billy started and ooooh yeah.

They were going at it again.

—

”Steve?”

Steve turned around, big brown eyes focusing on his mother. She looked pretty, she always was, but tired as her hands were full of groceries Steve knew his asshole of a father never wanted to carry.

He was the worst alpha. But his mother wasn’t a good omega either.

They were not good people. They hated him the second they found out he was omega and that they couldn’t fix the ’problem’. Ever since then the loving parents he had for the first twelve years were gone.

Steve hated them.

He put down the magazine he had been looking at and turned to his mother fully, slowly looking her up and down.

”Mrs. Harrington”

He loved the way his mother’s eyes twitched.

They were silent for a while and Steve was already about to just walk off and leave her there to stand like an idiot, but then she opened her mouth.

”You look.. happy.” His mother stated.

Oh, really?

Steve wanted to laugh.

”Oh, I am. I’m so happy. I have a beautiful house, a beautiful boyfriend.” He grinned ”I’ve never been this happy. Everything’s perfect. My alpha is perfect.”

He didn’t miss the small frown on his mother's face at the mention of Billy. His parents never agreed with him about his alpha, always called him names and that he was going to ruin Steve’s life even more than it already was after he had presented as an omega.

Their words, not his.

But oh were they so wrong.

”Steven—”

”Don’t!” He snapped, shutting her up which even surprised him a little, but his confidence just grew.

”I have to go before my alpha comes back home. He misses me a lot.” Was all he said before walking away, leaving his mother behind.

He didn’t need to tell her what he was doing, but knowing how his mother never got that type of love from his father, he knew it was a low blow. And his mother deserved every bit of it.

Fuck her. Fuck his dad.

Steve was so happy.

And he knew he had made the right choice when he laid in his alphas strong arms later that night, talking about their future and how someday, they were gonna have a house full of little nuggets running around.

Steve had never felt so in love.

[powderblueblood]

For the old Hollywood AU - dealer’s choice & this quote: “And they'll know - everyone will fucking know that they could never control one goddamn fucking thing."

😘

BABYLON SENTENCE MEME

set in the frenetic grimy screwball universe of BURN LIKE NITRATE, the old hollywood au an: this is 3k words because i am soooo normal about all this. no majorly explicit warnings, just fluff and angst and coarse language and a slight allusion to steve's drinking problem

LOS ANGELES, 1927

Seven frantic knocks on your bedroom door awaken you with a skin-jumping start, and you realize you've fallen asleep with your needlework in hand. Again.

"Oof," you breathe, a hand brushing across your brow as you set the embroidery hoop down on your rickety bedside table. That'll be Pidge or one of the other girls at the door, eye-rolling and telling you it's lights out-- as is the routine racket come ten at night, every night. Bunny Lamelle's boarding house kept strict rules, and they included lights out at ten, no boozing, and no shoes or men past the first floor.

Little do you know, you're about to shatter all three of those sacrosanct commandments.

You barely bother to smooth your nightgown before you crack open your bedroom door-- and regret it immediately.

"Mr Harrington?"

Bleary-eyed and wearing a grin that would knock a nun clean out, Steven Harrington stands in the frame of your bedroom door.

Well, stands is generous. His knees look fit to buckle under the weight of whatever's in that flask he's carrying.

"Evening, Beadie."

"Get inside, quickly! Please!" You yank him in by the crook of his arm, and immediate thrill sparks in you. You'd never think to do that ordinarily! Gosh, you're afraid to even touch the fabric that you drape over the man's frame in a professional setting, and you're his darn costume fitter.

As a precaution, you poke your head out into the hallway, neck swiveling left and right. Clear? Clear. You gently close the door.

"How ever did you get up here?" you question as Steve, as he keeps insisting you call him (but you only ever do in your head-- manners are a girl's best friend!), stumbles a touch before flopping down on your bed.

Your bed. Oh, dear.

"I'm no stranger to the facilities here at Bunny Lamelle's, I'll have you know!" he proclaims, hitching himself up on his elbows. The light in here is terrifically bright, too bright for his liking, and your bed is terrifically soft, but that's just right. "It's no Hollywood Studio Club, but it's not a complete pigsty they keep you girls in--"

The pitch of his voice keeps rising and rising, and you know very well that the walls are thin and the eponymous Bunny can hear everything. Steve is familiar with Bunny Lamelle, having been chased down the stairs of this very boarding house more times than he could count. His early years in Los Angeles were nothing if not, ah, eventful. He knows he ought to be quiet, but he feels mournful tonight. Feeling mournful always leads him down the path to goading, because being sad is a fucking sap's game.

You make a motion, pleading with him to shush-- and sold on the look on your face alone, Steve's voice drops to a stage whisper.

"The back door has a loose lock."

"I know," you whisper back. "I taught Pidge how to jimmy that lock open when we both moved in here."

"That little bearcat lives here too? What a pair you two make."

Steve looks surprised, same as Pidge had looked surprised. A little church girl like you, knowing how to pick a lock. Imagine that. He swears, every time you deign open your mouth, which has become more and more frequent during your little fittings, you threaten to knock the knees from under him. Some turn of phrase, some thread of history he never guessed would be woven into your coat.

You feel a blush flaring at your cheeks, Steve's half-focused eyes resting on you a moment too long.

You force yourself to clear your throat, though breaking the spell of his stare feels like a betrayal.

"What are you doing here, Mr--"

"Bea-die. I insist. I'm in your chambers, for Chrissake."

"Steve." You put a nice fine point on it, finer than your needlework. If he insists.

Ah, yes. The reason for the season. As if punching the air in victory, Steve's right arm thrusts into the air. His movements are like those of a marionette filled with whiskey.

"It appears I have torn a button."

Indeed. A button hangs from a thread, dangling from the cuff of Steve's impeccable satin shirt, part in parcel of his whole satin getup. An outfit designed to make him look the consummate ideal of the American picture star, an image you're positive they couldn't have illustrated without the reference of his good looks and charm.

But now the suit is creased and rumpled and reeking of liquor, and the man inside it, the man you now know to be wondrous and interesting outside of the fascination he inspires onscreen, looks despondent.

This is all getting a little on-the-nose.

"You came over here to... to ask me to mend a button?" You don't mean to let that twinge of disappointment escape your voice.

Steve's mouth gapes and shuts again. He can't tell if it's the whiskey or what, but that feels like flimsy reasoning all of a sudden. "I suppose I did."

You can feel your blood pressure rising. He risked getting you evicted from the only place in Los Angeles you can afford to stay because of some silly button? Well, I never! The gall, the nerve, the-- the vanity! You take a deep, steadying breath and cross the room to the bathroom that you and Pidge share, adjoining both your bedrooms.

"If you'll excuse me."

He starts to speak, but you click the door closed behind you, softly as you can manage. When safely inside, you stuff the shower curtain into your mouth and let out a silent, frustrated scream. So, you'll do the only thing you know to do. You'll consult your most trusted source of a second opinion.

Pidge, how do I go about not murdering the entitled movie star that's currently sitting on my bed?

As if she'd heard you summoning, Pidge comes crashing through her bathroom door, hair mussed and face flushed. Giggling. Until she sees you, that is, and her face drops. She slams the door behind her, and you swear you can hear a muffled, "Ow!"

Louder than is necessary, she says, "Hello, Beadie!"

"Pidge..." Something's off in the body language of the script girl.

At a normal volume, "Hello, Beadie." A beat, as she takes you in. "Is everything alright?"

Oh, forget whatever madness Pidge has indulged herself in now! You're having an honest-to-god emergency!

"No!" you flutter, arms flapping, "No, it is not because Steven Harrington is sitting in my bedroom!"

Pidge's eyes flare for about half a second, which is just the amount of surprise she doles out for any occasion. You could tell her that Victrola records were shrinking to half their size and all she'd do is give you the ol' wide eyes and move onto more logical matters.

"The way you're talking makes me think he oughtn't be."

"Of course he oughtn't be!"

"Why oughtn't he be?"

"Well, other than the obvious, Pidge! He-- he's Steven Harrington!" Most recently seen on the arm of the latest WAMPAS Baby, Steven Harrington. Box office darling, Steven Harrington. Object of many a rabid fan letter, Steven Harrington. "And get this, he risked life and limb sneaking up here so I could sew a button back on for him!"

"That's what they're calling it now? Cad," Pidge says, eyes narrowing. Then they flare again. "Oh, hold the line..."

Your breath stitched up in your throat. "What?"

"Harrington's got a premiere tonight. Seven Slow Dances. It ought to be," Pidge checks her watch and you notice her lipstick is smudged. Hm. "Well, gosh, it'll be over by now. After party at The Roosevelt, natch. Warner Jr will have his guts for garters if he doesn't show his mug."

Your bottom lip trembles a tad, hands flapping with the sheer current of nerves and anger and excitement and dread coursing through you.

"Pidge, Pidge, Pidge, what am I to do?!"

Your roommate and friend grabs you by the shoulders and gives you a good, hefty shake.

"Beadie, snap out of it. You know exactly what you're to do. You're to mend that button and you're to send him on his way." She gives you this stare that's kind of wavering at the corners.

That throat of yours is suddenly drier than Glendale. You swallow, roughly. You dare to ask, "And what if... he tries any funny business?"

Pidge doesn't miss a beat. "Well, I have a revolver in my delicates."

This response makes you abandon the followup question of what if I'd like him to try some funny business. You nod, resolute and terrified, grabbing your sewing box from the commode. Pidge stands stock still stationary in the bathroom, arms crossed and eyes bright with curiosity.

You wonder what you'd just caught her in the middle of.

But the door clicks shut behind you and you find Steve lying flat on his back, his head dangling off the edge of your modest single bed.

"Told half of Hollywood I'm here already, huh?" His tone is languid, but not scornful. Playful, even. Like he could really expect such a thing from you. Wide-eyed, innocent you.

A nervous chuckle bubbles from you, Steve dousing the flame of your irritation as soon as he'd lit it. You edge closer to the bed, suddenly very conscious of the way your nightgown is fitting.

"Certainly not. Just, I knocked into Pidge in the bathroom. It happens, sharing and all. I didn't--"

But before you can lie, "Hello, Pigeon!" Steve calls, and you lurch for him-- too loud! He emits something close to a giggle. "She's quite the hard boiled tomato. How is it you two became so close?"

You shrug. That was a story, but not one you were about to regale Steve Harrington with. He needed to be sewn up, given his marching orders. That's that. "Every lady needs her foil, I suppose."

"Good god, don't sell yourself so short," Steve says, and there's a real edge to his voice. He's truly admonishing you. You can't truly see yourself that way, can you? Playing second fiddle to some studio drone workaholic like poor Pidge, when you and your delicate hands and your brilliant mind had the gall and grace to exist on this earth?

Christ, is he drunk.

Though, you can't help it sometimes. You love Pidge, love her true, but can't help but think she stacks up so much higher compared to you; in experience, in nerve, in dealing with men like him.

"You're the genuine article, Beadie."

Steve says this to you. Steven Harrington says this to you. Even if he's corked and ready to pour, he says this to you.

You have to give yourself an even moment to remember the act of taking a human breath and how it works.

When you recover, your voice is tiny. "Sit up, please."

He does as is told, the same as when you tell him so in the fitting rooms. It's the one time that Steve doesn't mind being told what to do; you go about it gentle, careful not to prick him with your little pins. He trusts that you never will. And, you always asks things like, "Well, how does that feel, Mr Harrington?" and then add that adorable shy addendum, "I mean, to move in?"

You settle next to him on the bed, sewing kit in your lap. Steve presents his sleeve to you and you finger the darling little pearlescent button. Feels too violent for your nature to snap it off of its lingering thread-- and yet you do it. And he can't explain it, but it thrills him.

Steve watches you thread your needle with an intensity that does not go unnoticed by you. Your entire head feels hot.

"You're aware I had a premiere tonight, Beadie."

"Oh, of course I am," and you did, having faithfully followed this man's work for years, "Seven Slow Dances, wasn't it?"

Steve swallows, feeling the paparazzi light bulbs crack behind his eyes. The tense silence in the theater that just kept getting tenser and stickier as the preview of the picture droned on.

"It's set to be my biggest picture to date," he tells you, a slur creeping into his voice, "A thoroughly modern romp, catapulting me to as-yet-unforeseen notoriety. Have you heard this?"

A small smile wafts over your lips, daring to break your focus. "Why, that sounds wonderful."

Steve emits a hearty scoff, and you have to place a hand on his arm to steady it.

"Wonderful? It sounds like bullshit to me. It sounds like the company line," he sniffs, "Do you know why I do all this, Beadie? Why I became an actor? To escape the company line."

You still your needle to an unnecessarily slow speed, taking far longer than you need to with resewing this button. Because he does this, when he's in your hands and you have your points turned towards him. He opens up, to you.

"But it follows you, you know," Steve goes on, voice thickening. That sends a jolt of alarm through you. "Chases you like you've got a target on your back."

You've never heard him sound quite like this before. Cornered.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean..." you murmur, eyes leaving the safe reserve of the needlepoint and button to watch him. Watch his profile. Watch the tears begin to well in his scorched sugar eyes.

"I traded being one kind of stooge for another, do you know that?" he sniffs, bitterness putting a bite in his voice, "I rejected the role that was set out for me, the heir to HH Industries, to become an artist! If you can fucking believe that. Because I thought it meant something. I thought it meant I'd finally have control over my own life."

It strikes you dumb. It's an honesty so blistering, you can't quite believe that it's real, that he's sharing it with you. "I..."

"I don't," have any control, he means, "I'm being prodded around like a prize show pony in front of these cameras, preening to Photoplay and acting like it all means something when it doesn't."

Steve turns to you now, a single, screen-perfect tear cascading down his screen-perfect face. But his vitriol feels ugly and ill-fitting, like he feels in this stupid satin suit.

"And you know what, Beadie? You know what's the killer? The bullet aiming straight for my heart?"

Suspended in shock, your needle held aloft. "No..."

Steve clears his gummed up throat, nodding mirthlessly. Of course. How would you know, you poor, sweet thing?

"Once this shitheap of an Al Jolson picture goes to print, the entire company line is going to change. Sound in the pictures, what a gimmick!" he cackles, "But the public loves a gimmick, and that's who we sacrifice ourselves for. And it'll push me, who has given everything to create something out of nothing, and every other dumb sap like me, right out the door. And they'll know - everyone will fucking know that they could never control one goddamn fucking thing. Our fate, our crushable fate in the hands of those dipshit Warner brothers. The company line. Sundown on Steven Harrington."

It completely befuddles you that he could think this way. Of course, the colony is splintering into two and a dozen camps, each different variants of sound is the death of cinema and talkies are the way of the future. You had heard Pidge's diatribes on it, but hadn't settled on an opinion yourself. Pictures with sound would surely still need costumes, but you hadn't thought for even a moment about how it might effect someone like Steve. How it might... frighten him.

"Oh, Steve. Steve, you know that's not true." That hand of yours that rests on his arm tightens some. His head dips.

"It is true, Beadie," he presses and sniffles, "They'll lose any interest they had in me; for Chrissake, I can't stand up to those booming voiced theater types. I've churned my butter in pantomime! I've wasted my life on something completely null."

His words coax you to near tears. This feels as if he's welcomed you into his cocoon, shown you all the ways he fears he'll fail to metamorphose.

But then, you catch another whiff of the liquor on his breath.

You remember that, despite it all, you need to be careful-- Steve may be sweet to you now, in this moment, but Steven Harrington at large is still a documented rake. He's a mess. He'll do anything, say anything, to get what he wants.

You know this. You love this. And you know that you oughtn't.

You finish the last stitch on his errant button and push an encouraging smile across your face.

"Well. All the more reason to get peeling out to that after party then, isn't it? Make sure they don't forget who you are."

A friendly pat to his arm serves as half an encouragement for him to get up and off your bed.

This is not the reaction he wants. With his head tilted toward you, with all his sparkling tears, this is not the reaction Steve was aiming for. He can't even say he wanted to kiss you in that moment, but he did not expect you to tow that very same company line. Buck up, buddy boy. Put on a good show.

But you're a good girl. Of course you think that's the way things ought to be. He shouldn't be confusing you like this. Sullying your mind against the Warner behemoth.

Steve stands, re-buttoning his mended sleeve. You watch him, eyes gleaming and worried. He's gone all silent and sullen again, like he does. Then again, he may not even remember this in the morning.

"Away I go, then," he murmurs, barely coherent, "into the fray."

"Do be careful," you tell him, chest constricted. "Sneaking back out, I mean."

"Not my first rodeo," he reminds you, and it feels terrifically callous for some reason.

And then Steve is gone, slipping through your bedroom door. As fast and furtively as he appeared, and all that's left behind him is the silver glimmer of his flask folded into the plush of your bed sheets.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Omega bean goes for a night out with her friends and Steve and Bucky are home with their pups

“Damn, I wish you were staying home. The things that we…” Steve motioned between himself and Bucky, your descent from the upper floor reigniting their previous hunger. “…would do to you.”

“Steve, stop.” You waved him off, a laugh tailing off your words. “Does it really look okay?”

“You look amazing, baby.” Bucky’s answer was as bold as it was quick, his irises encircled with dark rings of lust. “That bodysuit…and that jacket-”

“I stole your jacket.” You kissed Bucky, tugging it closer around you. “So…you’re okay with this?”

“Omega Bean you don’t need to keep asking. Go and have fun, Bucky and I can handle the kids.” Steve was already handing you your purse and holding out your boots. “They’re our pups, we’re their daddies. We can do this.”

“And you have Rhys on speed dial?” You teased, taking both from Steve and tucking them under your arm. “Rhys and Sam.”

“Sam’s bringing their little pups over for a play date. It’ll be fine!” Steve’s insistence followed you to the door and even outside, his gentle nudge exactly what you needed.

“Don’t come back before 2!” Bucky called behind Steve, another reassurance. “Love you, Bean!”

You stepped off the steps and started halfway down the driveway before you turned back. You glanced back at the door and tucked your hands under your chin after the door opened again, your twins standing on the steps waving at you.

“We’re fine, mama bean!” Bucky added to your reassurance, crouching with your pups as they waved. “Go have fun!”

The added boost was enough for you to turn back toward the vehicle. You didn’t look over your shoulder again, you didn’t glance at the house until you slipped into the passenger seat and started to buckle.

“Ari was the same way,” Bunny chimed from the drivers seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on her jade necklace, “he couldn’t wait to get me out of the house for some girl time.”

“It’s been a while,” you agreed subtly watching Bunny to the left, “we’re gonna have fun.”

[georgiapeach30513]

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 1

Summary:  When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure.  Knowing that a rodeo in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers.  All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Pairings:  Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, too many cowboy/bull riding innuendos, swallowing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.7K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Hey, watch it,” Mindy pulls you out of the way of a group of rodeo clowns that were heading to the ring.  “You always gotta have a watchful eye.  You’re okay, come on.  So we’re going to be stationed beside the fence.  This isn’t some big time rodeo, so don’t get attached.”

“What?” You asked confused, trying to keep up with the fast moving nurse that you were going to be stuck with for the evening.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” she rolls her eyes looking straight ahead.  “First off, get on some birth control.  Don’t let these cowboys drag you down.  Secondly, don’t become some buckle bunny to these local boys.  You want to make it to the big time.  Travel to the big arenas; Cheyenne, Arlington, Houston, ya know?”

“I’m not following,” she stops abruptly, and turns around.  Her big doe eyes look you up and down, and she chuckles.  “This is literally my first rodeo.  I answered an ad.  And here I am.”

“Yeah, they keep hiring pretty ones,” she was talking about herself like she was hideous.  Mindy was adorable.  Tiny little thing with bright green eyes.  She lifts up her left hand, showing you her rings, “I’m taken.  They stay away from me.”

“Who is they?” Her arm goes out to her side, and she gestures towards the backsides of dozens of men in cowboy hats, tight shirts, and tighter jeans.  

“Bull riders.  They’re a dime a dozen.  They’ll talk this big game here, because they need a place to wet their dicks for the night.  If they’re lucky, dumb, and have enough they go on to the next county and find them another one.”

“Buckle bunnies?”

One cowboy happens to turn around, and it’s glaringly obvious what buckles she was referring to.  He had a giant silver buckle, bow legged, tall, and dangerously handsome, “And that one is the worst of them all.  Stay away,” she smiles at him, and gestures with her hands to shoo, “Nu-uh, Steve, we don’t want whatever it is your peddling.  We’re working,” even though she was talking to this man like he was a dog, she still opens her arms wide for a quick hug.

He extends a hand out to you with a crooked grin, and you reach yours out to him, “Well, hello darlin’, you look new here.”

“She is, and my help, go on with your boys.  I’m sure we’ll see you and Frank later.”

“Now, that’s not nice.  I’m not near as reckless as him.  I can’t help it, he can never get the points that I do.”

“And you can’t help that he’s more charming than you.  Goodbye, Steve,” she grabs your hand, pulling you over to the nurses station, and you keep your eyes ahead of you.  It was like he was a predator searching for his next prey, and you were just there for the taking.  Waiting on the sidelines for him to sink his talons into you.

“Steve is trouble.  He is one that will make you fall in love in one night, and you never hear from him again, unless he gets another itch.  The bunnies all go after him because he’s the top rider.  Bucky is the one you go after.  Sweet as southern tea.  He’s going to make a real fine husband, but Frank…he has no quittin’ sense.”

“What do you mean,” you look back towards Steve and his friends.  One seemed particularly taller than the rest.  

“He’s gonna end up dying for a buckle.  He won’t hurt you for another woman.  He’ll hurt you for another ride,” the tallest of the group gives you a big smile, and tips his hat towards you, and your head spins to look back at Mindy.  “Great.  You’ve been caught hook, line, and sinker.  Don’t let those long legs, tight ass, and smirk get you.  You are here to work.  You are not here to chase around some cowboy.”

“You never have?”

“That is beside the point.”

“Steve?”

“I ain’t never chased him.  He found me.  I’m just telling you, I’ve lost a lot of nurses because they can’t leave them be.  Cowboys can’t be trusted.  Find you someone who sponsors one.  You get the glamor of the rodeo, and get the security of money,” she tilts her head, and blows a kiss at a businessman in a booth.  “That’s my Johnny.  He’s a representative for Wrangler, and he looks even better in them.”

“So…”

“Just say no to the cowboys, ya got it?”

“Yeah.  Completely got it,” and yet you still find your way to look back to Steve and his group, and your eyes go back to the tallest one.  He definitely looked like trouble, and you hoped that he was Bucky.

“We’re up,” Mindy grabs your arm, cussing up a storm.  The both of you race to the side of the ring, pushing past the cowboys next to the chute, “Dammit, Frank,” she pushes the tall cowboy down in a chair, and he yells up at her, “Oh, don’t act like you don’t get off on this pain.”

“Well, I ain’t done it.  It’s just part of the job.  Don’t touch me,” he jerks his head out of her way, looking back in the ring, “Would somebody get my damn hat?”

“Frank, your wound needs cleaning,” Mindy groans, still trying to get to the gash in his head, but he smacks her hand out of the way.

“Yeah, and you’re rough.  I want her to do it,” she shakes her head no, but you get that enticing grin, “You can butterfly a wound up, right?” You nod your head, stepping closer to him.  “Usually Mindy here just straddles my legs to get closer to me.”

“Frank!”

“I’m just saying,” trying to prove to Mindy you weren’t some buckle chaser, you push his head back, and lean over him.  “You got a name, sweetheart?” You give him your name, while you clean the wound, “That’s a real pretty name.  You know you stick your tongue when you do that?”

“I do not.”

“Ow!  Dammit that stings.”

“Alcohol usually does.  Hold still, ya big baby.  You’re acting like this hurts worse than being thrown from that big bull.  You gotta death wish or something?”

“No,” his legs spread out even more, and he sinks down lower into the seat.  Mindy, seeing you had everything under control, walks away, watching as the next rider preps himself.  “You wanna know what the problem is?  Why Steve always looks like the big time hero?  It’s the draw of the bulls.  You know what he always gets?  Ole Blue or Kensington, the smallest ones.  You know who I always get?”

“Ole Red or Blue Bonnet?”

“She’s got jokes,” he chuckles, stilling while you butterfly his cut.  “No, his name is the Hornet.  He’s the biggest and meanest, and I still get my eight seconds, so I’m not too concerned.  It’d be nice to start winning every once in a while though.  Steve gets it easy, and the crowd loves him.  I get it hard, but I got loyal fans.”

“The ones that follow you to your hotel after a ride?”

Someone hands Frank his hat, and you remove your gloves, giving him a knowing look, “You've been talking to Mindy too much.  Trust me, I got more rides in me than on a bull.  I ride horses, too.  Used to ride sheep.  I don’t get a girl in every city.”

“Oh?  You get one and make her chase you around?”

“I’ll let you know when I find one,” before you realize what was happening, someone bumps into you, knocking you straight into Frank’s lap.  “I got cha.  You gonna need a bandage, darling?”

“No.  I’m good.”

“Gotta watch these rough riders.  They just don’t know when to pay attention to a lady in their way.”

“Are you a rough rider, Frank?”

“I caught ya, didn’t?  I’d say I’m a gentle rider, but all kinds of fun.  I’m not who you think I am.  And I’m far from what Mindy says I am,” he was definitely cute.  This must have been the charm she was talking about.  It wasn’t just those tight jeans, there was this sweetness under his shameless flirting.

“She says you’re reckless.”

“Well, that I am.  But I ain’t Steve.  I ain’t got the time or patience to deal with those,” you give him a head nod, starting to walk back to your post.  “Do I get your number or something?  I’m also clumsy.  It might be nice to have someone patch me up.  You did such a good job.  I don’t even feel it.”

“I hope you score well tonight, Frank,” you were currently walking backwards.  You didn’t want to fall for him, but you figured it was too late.  It had been too long since you even talked to a guy, much less one that looked that good in jeans, and knew how to handle a horse, in his case a bull, too.

“I’d score better if I got a number!” You bite your lip, shaking your head no.  “You going to the next county?”

“She is Frank.  Get to the chute, it’s Bucky’s turn,” Frank puts his hat on his head, giving you a quick nod, before walking off.  He was making sure you saw just how good he looked in them jeans, and Mindy made sure you knew that she saw you looking.  Giving you a whack in the back of your head, “Don’t fall in love with a cowboy.”

“You said that he…”

“I know what I said, and I stick behind it.  I’m saying that is your kryptonite.  Stay away.  You’re going on tour with me.  And I like you.  That was clean work on Frank.  You’re just easily distracted.”

“Does he always get hurt?”

“Just about every damn rodeo.  He can’t gracefully fall off the bull.  He makes sure it’s dramatic as hell.  Remember…”

“Got it,” you take a drink from your water bottle, glancing over at Frank, Steve, and Bucky.  Frank should have been helping tie Bucky’s hand off, but he kept glancing back at you, “What about having some fun with him?”

“You think you can have fun with Frank and not fall in love?  Not fall for that sweet accent, and charming smile?”

No, you didn’t.  You were already too far gone.  Already distracted by the man with blue green eyes.  A tall drink of water that you wouldn’t mind seeing after the rodeo.  Mindy knew it, too.  Knew that Frank had found him a girl that was easy to follow him around from show to show, because that’s exactly what you were going to be doing.  Steve loved the draw of a girl coming to him.  Bucky was too shy to even consider talking to a girl.  While Frank, if it wasn’t for his penchant for painful behavior to himself, would have been the one.  He didn’t break hearts, he broke bones.  

“Mhmm…already gone.”

“Shut up.”

“Here,” she gives you a quarter and starts laughing.  “Keep this in between your legs.  If it falls while you're around him, you’re in trouble,” you toss quarter at her, and try to watch Bucky.  It was your job description to watch him.  Ready to assist where you could, but you were failing.  Frank had already got your attention.

“I’m serious.”

“I’m fine.”

“Mmm,” his lips kiss up your stomach, and between the spears of your tits.  Kissing up your neck, giving your jaw a little nibble, before his body hovers over you, “Ransom, what are you doing?”

“Morning to you, too, Buns.  I was just trying to be sexy and romantic.”

“If we weren’t having dinner with your parents today it would be,” he sits up, still having his knees on either of you, but nods his head.  “Ran, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right.  We’ve had this conversation. I wished Harlan was my father, but unfortunately I got stuck with Linda and Richard.  But, I have a very important question to ask Greatnana.  And you are going to wear the pretty little dress that I bought just for the occasion,” you try and open your mouth, but he places his whole hand over it. “And, in a few weeks we’re going to Montana.”

“Why are we doing that again?”

“You miss your family.  You talk about that place nonstop.”

“I do love it here.”

“You love the estate.  Love not having anyone around.  And then my parents show up, and you get all feisty and cute, because they call you the help,” you roll your eyes, but still give him the softest smile.  “I don’t tell you enough, but I’m glad you came here.  I don’t know what I would have done had you not been here for Harlan.  You acted fast.”

“And you fell in love,” his hands go to your side, and he starts tickling you.  Making your body thrash around, and he knew how much you loathe tickling.  If it wasn’t for his sweet little face, laughing along with you, it would be much more annoying.  “You did.”

He stops abruptly, and starts sinking lower on you again, “As did you, Bunny.  If I recall you fell asleep on my shoulder.  You held my hand.  I never had anyone that comforted me.”

“You needed it.  And I couldn’t just leave Harlan.  I had to make sure those nurses knew what they were doing.  They weren’t.  I told them he was already on blood thinners, and that they had to chase his veins.”

“And I thank you for that.  Gave him round the clock care, without pay,” you glare up at him.  You most definitely did get paid.  Your rent was paid for the whole year.  “You didn’t have money in your hand.”

“I did get a date out of that stay.”

“You did.  I’m so glad you asked.  And I’m also so glad that I got to realize that I can go out to eat and not even spend a hundred dollars.  And that’s with drinks and dessert.”

“We’ve upgraded to appetizers, too,” you give him a little reminder.  He loved your morning giggles.  Was addicted to them.  His mornings with you were always so special.  A bit sexy, but mostly it was just sweet.  The two of you together, alone for the moment, before a dual shower, to save water of course, and head to the estate.  Ransom opted not to work at the office as much since you had started working there.

“Speaking of which, is there a Longhorn in Montana?”

“Yes,” you give him a little smack to his arm, and he dramatically flops over on his back.  “Come on, let’s get our shower.”

“Can we get a quickie in at lunch time?  I know just the place we haven’t tried.”

“I have to be presentable for dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale.”

“Those two ruin everything.”

“How about I give you road head on the way home?” Pulling you over top of him, he gives you a kiss to your nose, and then your lip.

“I’d love that,” he whispers in your mouth.  “And I love you.”

“And I love you, Ransom.  Come on, shower.  Harlan and I need our coffees.”

“Ransom needs his coffee, too.”

“Hey, I caught up with you,” Frank jogs up behind you, while you finally load your final bag into your car, and slam the trunk closed.  “Am I going to see you in the next county?”

“Seeing how I signed a contract, yes.  You’ll be graced with my presence for the next few months.  What are you needing, Frank?”

“You remembered my name,” ugh, it was slightly infuriating the way the man looked with his mud covered clothes, sweaty skin, and popped up cowboy hat, trying to avoid his wound that you had patched up earlier.  You start to head into your car, and he chases after you, opening the door for you, “I was wondering, I mean…the boys and I usually find us some bar to go to after rides, and there’s usually dancing.  Would you want to go?”

“You’re asking me to dance with you, and your clothes are all dirty?  You sure know how to make a woman swoon,” backing yourself into the car, you smile at him.  Needing to close your door, but he still held on.  “Frank, give me my door.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“Didn’t say yes either.”

He gives you a chuckle, his eyes looking down at his worn state.  “What if I took a shower?  Got all freshened up.  The beer at these bars is usually stale, but the music is decent.  We got us a hotel room down the road from the bar.  It’s in walking distance,” you scoff, pulling at the door even harder, “That’s not what I meant.  Honestly.”

“If you want someone to chase your buckle around, I’m sure there’s plenty.”

“I done told you, I don’t want no buckle chasing bunny.  If I did, I wouldn’t be offering to buy you cheap beer, willing to dance out in public with you.  Bunnies are good for one thing.  You’re not that,” he lets your door go, closing it for you.  “It’s the Wild Horse.  Just come on by.  It’d be nice to see you in something besides scrubs.”

“Goodbye, Frank.”

“You still didn’t say no,” you didn’t.  And maybe you were crazy or a glutton for punishment, but you wanted to see him out of those chaps.  Wondered if he wore the hat out in public, too, or if he wore something different.  You had too many thoughts running in your mind, but you were curious.

“I know that look,” Mindy leans in your open window.  “Did you learn nothing?”

“No,” you pout at her.  He was cute, no he was hot.  And while it was silly, could it be so bad.  “Is he that bad of a guy?”

“No.  He’s honestly not.  Just remember, his first love is the rodeo.  If you’re wanting to tame him and have your ranch and family with him, I’d say you need to just walk away.  It would take a special woman for Frank to stop this life.”

“I just don’t want to go back to my hotel alone, and sit there watching reruns of some show that I’m not even paying attention to,” it was innocent enough and true.  You just wanted to have fun.  Do things you hadn’t done before.  That was the purpose of this job.  You wanted to see what was out there, even if it was from a rodeo.  

“Don’t get your heart set on changing the man, and you’ll be fine.”

Steve kicks at Frank’s chair, the man hadn’t stopped staring at the door.  A steady round of pitchers of beer kept his belly full.  But he was hoping you showed up.  “Let’s play pool.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Darts?  You haven’t played darts in a while.”

“Nope,” Steve looks over at Bucky who hadn’t stopped dancing with a girl he met at the bar.  She thought it was going to be more than that.  That Bucky was going to get in a heated kiss and take her to their hotel room.  He wouldn’t.  Bucky was a hopeless romantic, and one night stands never happened with him.

“You’re killing my vibe.”

Frank looks over at Steve glaring.  “Go find you someone to fuck in the bathroom.”

“Already have.  Found one that wants a threesome, and Bucky don’t…”

“No.”

“Dammit,” Steve throws his head back whining, “Why are you sitting here waiting on that damn nurse.  She didn’t seem interested.”

“Yeah, she did.”

“Okay.  She was interested.  Where is she now?” Frank gets the biggest smile on his face as you walk through the door.  Your eyes move around the smoky atmosphere in search of Frank, while Steve groans.  “Have your fun.  Maybe we can talk her into some switching action.”

“No.  Go find fuck number two.  I’m going to dance,” Steve and Frank both stand up, and it isn’t long until some pink manicured hand is rubbing on Steve’s belt, but Frank sees nothing, but you.  Meeting you beside the bar.

“What’re you drinking?” He asks with a smile.

“Already ordered a double shot of Jack.”

“Ooh, she’s ballsy.  Put her on my tab,” the bartender slides your cup in front of you, acknowledging what Frank had said. “Was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”

“I was beginning to think the same thing,” you nervously laugh, ready to get another drink when yours is finished, but Frank starts pulling you out to the dance floor.  “What are you doing?”

“You came to dance.  Besides, alcohol impairs your thought process.  I don’t want that.”

“Why’s that,” his hands touch your hips, bringing you closer to him, and you want more.  You hadn’t been with anyone since you started nursing school.

“I just want you to be fully aware of me,” even with a ball cap on, Frank was still attractive.  He didn’t flash a buckle around or a cowboy hat in search of someone who knew who he was or what he did, unlike Steve.  He was proud of the fact that he was a bull rider, and loved to show it off.  Frank looked like an average man.  With long legs, and the cutest ass.  He was a dream.  A sinful little dream.

Frank struggles to find his keycard with the way you were kissing all over his neck.  Pulling out his shirt, and your fingers rub over his lower abs.  “Hold on…stop…dammit, I can’t,” he finally opens the door, undoes his belt, ripping it out of the loops before placing it on the door handle, and pulls you inside.

Walking you to the bed furthest from the door, and you see that pretty white cowboy hat.  Pushing him onto the bed, you grab it up, getting a few tongue clicks from him, and you cock up your eyebrow.  “You gotta earn the hat ma’am.”

“How do I earn it?”

“You gotta….gotta ride a bull and try not to get bucked off,” pulling off the straps to your sundress, you let it sink to the floor, and Frank yips.  “That…that’s a start.”

“You gonna show me how to do an eight second ride?”

“Shit, I hope this lasts longer than eight seconds.”

“Frank, take off your clothes,” his fingers start unbuttoning his shirt, before it’s enough to pull over his head.  And he stands, tripping out of his jeans.  Boxer briefs were your favorite, and those white ones were leaving nothing to the imagination.  “All of it,” unhooking your bra, you toss it into the floor, and walk out of your panties just as Frank discards his briefs.  “Can I wear the hat now, cowboy?”

“Y-yeah.  Yeah.  You really gonna ride this bull?  Yep,” he stops talking when you sling your leg over him.  Grabbing the base of his cock you slowly start to sink over him.  “Oh, you feel better than any saddle.  Yeah,” he sighs when you sink down completely.

His hat perches on your head, while he smiles up at you.  “I could get used to this view,” he gives your ass a smack, “Okay boys.  Go on, ride your bull,” you slowly start grinding over him.  Rolling your hips, whimpering at the way he stretched you out.  He was thick, by far the biggest dick you had ever taken.  You understood now why he strutted around the arena.

He reaches up to pinch your nipples.  Pulling them until you were right at his face, and he gives you a filthy kiss.  Didn’t hesitate to push his tongue past your lips.  “I said, you gotta earn that hat.  Show me you know how to ride a bull,” he bites at your lip.  Letting his teeth softly scrape over your kiss bruised lips, and releases your nipples.  

You sit back up, and put your hands behind you.  Getting off your knees, and resting your feet beside him in a crouch.  He had the perfect view to see where the two of you connected.  Could see your walls slicking his cock up as you start bouncing on him.  Hugging his dick so perfectly.  Your walls were already fluttering over him.  The fact that he had that effect on you made him even harder, and you moan out his name.  

“Come here.  I wanna use those reigns again,” getting back to your knees, he grabs onto your tits, while you ride him like your life depended on it.  Slamming yourself over his giant cock, and making the prettiest sounds.  “Just like that.  You’re earning that fucking hat.  Just like that.”

Steve stumbles to the hotel room, and lifts up Frank’s belt.  Looking back up to the bar confused, before forgetting what was even going on.  Taking his card key out, he opens the door to see your body move over Frank’s. Sick fucker had you wearing his cowboy hat, and both of you were distracted by the pleasure.  

“Looks like you found you a buckle bunny after all,” he hiccups, as you drop your body down on Frank’s chest, and his hands move to cover your ass.  “She’s a real pretty one.  Your belt is on the door handle.”

“To tell you not to come in here.  Dammit, Steve, Get out.”

“Did you have to pay for this rodeo?” He collapses on the bed, completely passed out and snoring.

And you look up at Frank, “You’re sharing a room with him?”

“Him and Bucky.”

“You know I had my own room.  Steve just saw me naked.  Called this a fucking rodeo,” he starts moving your body over him, and you don’t wanna smile.  You don’t wanna care, but it does feel so good.  It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get to finish.

“You haven’t got bucked off yet.  About the buckle bunny business…”

“I’m only your bunny, Frank.”

“Good,” he lifts your head up to give you a soft kiss, “I don’t want anyone else to be my Bunny.  You go on and finish us. He won’t remember this.”

“How many points do I get with this ride?” You playfully ask, starting to get back into fucking him.

“Oh, you’ve scored off the charts.  I bet it’ll be even higher when I finish.”

“In that case,” your hands press into his chest while you finish the ride for the both of you.  Forgetting Steve all together, he could lay there passed out and drunk for all you cared.  Frank’s fingers dig into your waist as he makes you pound over him harder before holding you still.  It just wasn’t enough.  He needed to feel just how weak you got when he fucked into you.  He pushes his hips up into you with such force you start to see stars.  Jackhammering up into your drenched cunt over and over again.

Your walls constrict around him, and you slap your hand over your mouth as you come hard over his dick.  Frank pushes you off him, and onto your back, adjusting himself to straddle your upper body, and he fists his cock.  It only takes a few pumps before he releases his load into your mouth.  Stifling his own moans as he lets every drop drip onto your greedy tongue.  

“That was beautiful.  I really wished you’d stay,” he whispers, climbing off you to put his underwear back on.  “Steve and Bucky always share a bed.  You can wear my shirt and panties.  Cuddle up real nice.”

“You won’t hate me in the morning?”

“I’m going to hate it when the morning comes because I’ll have idiots in the bed beside us.  I’d much rather fuck you in the morning.”

“Just for tonight, Frank,” he throws you his shirt and your panties as he walks to retrieve his belt.

“Can I come in yet?” Bucky asks, sitting on the floor.  “I couldn’t find Steve, so I figured he found him another one.”

“He’s passed out in here, Buck,” Frank gives you another look as you crawl under the blanket, before he lets Bucky inside.  “Don’t ask me any questions, and I won’t tell you any lies.”

“Lips are sealed.  Oh…hey, uh…”

“You can call me, Bunny.”

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[howdoyousleep3]

Girl help I can't stop thinking about Bunny grabbing his Daddy by the belt (buckle) and dragging him out of the public where people can see them to a closet or bathroom or somewhere private to be filthy 😩 😫 🥵 like "you're coming with me" all pushy and demanding because he needed that dick in him YESTERDAY 🫣🥴

😫 He's been yanked along to this business dinner of Steve's (he huffs and he puffs but he adores being Daddy's arm candy) and it's been over an hour since Bunny's shifted his attention to just his Daddy. He's gone from participating in conversations to making small talk with other spouses to just watching his Daddy work the room.

Eyes half-lidded, that dopey look of love written all over his face— Bucky is incredibly smitten. Steve is so incredibly charismatic, so charming, so sexy. No one commands a group of people like Steve Rogers.

And honestly? Bunny gets a bit of a trip knowing he's the one who commands that man, a trip that is in the form of a hard dick and an achy hole.

So, when Bucky nuzzles at the hinge of Steve's jaw and then sweetly excuses the two of them, it's no surprise to him that Steve follows blindly and willingly.

"Bun?" he'd ask, playful and curious, a lazy smile spreading across his face when Bucky's fingers confidently curl around his belt buckle, tugging. "What'dya doin'?"

"You know damn well what I'm doin', Big Daddy."

Steve's chuckle is deep and knowing and delicious. Bucky feels it in his balls.

"Wanna hear you say it, you know that," Steve purrs as Bucky pulls him into a one-holer, fumbling the lock closed behind them.

"Want you raw, want you deep," Bucky practically moans, pressing Steve tight against the back of that door with a shove before his hands are moving to Steve's belt buckle. "Can't sit there and watch you schmooze and be all important without wanting you to fuck me."

And Steve would let his Bunny take his cock out, would exhale heavily as his Bunny strokes at him a bit. That smirk continues to be lazy, to be confident, and Bucky thinks his own dick is going to explode just looking at him.

"C'mon then, Bun— I ain't got all night, honey. Your Daddy's important, remember...?"

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[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

Some Sentences Sunday

Thanks for the tag @shieldofiron ❤️

I’m gonna copy your idea and post a bit of my WIP for the @harringrove-relay-race

The buzzer sounded and Steve blinked for the first time in a little over eight seconds.

Just like every other time, it had been the longest eight seconds of Steve’s life.

He watched as Billy seemed to effortlessly jump off of the wildly bucking bull before running a few yards to safety. Steve felt his entire body unclench, only becoming aware that he’d tensed every muscle as they released, achingly slow.

Fiery blue eyes caught Steve’s and he felt himself freeze again. Pinned by the heavy gaze that was interrupted only by the guard of a helmet.

Billy should’ve looked ridiculous as he took off the helmet, shaking out the blonde curls of his mullet and grinning wickedly. Except he really didn’t and Steve’s heart raced as Billy licked his lips, eyes still locked on Steve, causing all of the buckle bunnies around him to titter excitedly.

They all thought Billy was eyeing them. That they’d be the lucky one to ensnare The Billy Hargrove.

Steve knew better though.

No pressure tags and also if you just wanna, feel free to consider yourself tagged by me @jarviscockerssecrethusband @bigdumbbambieyes @fizzigigsimmer

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Ok babes! Not that anyone asked but here's a run down of what I'm currently working on:

Evermore

Eddie's Ending: currently sitting at 5.6k words

Steve's Ending: 3.3k words

These are taking me longer than expected, but I haven't forgotten about them!

It's Called Murder Baby

Part 3 is sitting pretty @ 1.4K - outline is complete. Bloodiest part yet ...

Badge Bunny Part 3

Currently @ 1.9K. Outline is done - better buckle in. This one is going to get rough.

Happy Monday!

[mayhem24-7forever]

Wip Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you @a-reader-and-a-writer for tagging me! Hopefully someone will be interested and ask about one of these and I’ll get some more motivation to finish them. I have like a hundred wip ideas written down so I’m only gonna list a few that I actually have started (because we’d be here forever if I did every idea I have)

Holding Out For A Hero (Steve Harrington x Sarah Henderson/ Eddie Munson x Sarah Henderson) Volume 1 Chapter 6: ‘Til the Morning Light (posting on Ao3 here )

Bite Me (Vampire!Miles Miller x Reader) (with permission from the lovely @hederasgarden ) - Smut, Angst

Late Nights at the El Royale (Miles Miller x Reader) - Smut

Lose You Too (Adrian Chase x Flag!Reader) Chapter 8: Love… What a Joke - Angst

Rage Becomes Him (Lazarus Pit!Rick Flag x Reader) - Angst, Smut

Trust Fall (Joaquin Torres x Reader) - Angst, Fluff

Homemaker (Rhett Abbott x Reader) - Smut

Just A Buckle Bunny (Rhett Abbott x Reader) - Angst, Fluff

Me and My Wild Boy (Rhett Abbott x Single Mom!Reader)

A Full Moon is Just Two Half Moons (Peter Hale x Reader) - Angst, Fluff

Got No Regrets Part 2: No Time to Take it Slow (Bob Floyd x Brie Bradshaw) - Fluff

Maverick Productions (Pornstar!Bob Floyd x Reader) - Smut, Fluff

Time is Running Out Part 3 (Jake Hangman Seresin x Mitchell!Reader, Past Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Mitchell!Reader) - Smut, Fluff

I’m not gonna tag anyone because I don’t want anyone to feel like they have to do it so instead consider this an open invitation for anyone to do it too!

[eddieheart]

HOBBLE

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: NONE

Words: 347

Description: disabled Dustin going about his afternoon

"Hey hobbley joe, how you gonna get to class eh hobbles, they weble and they wobble let's see if he falls down."

"Wow Chris, you're starting to get real creative huh? Why don't you go back to your friends and tell them how you beat on the disabled kid, whoopy!" Dustin replied sarcastically.

The other boy was about to say something when someone else called out to him from behind and he walked off. Dustin rolled his eyes. So what if he had a limp now, it's not like he's a different person.

At least it was the end of the day now, he could go home Steve, Robin, Eddie, El and Max. They'd gotten enough money from the gouvernement cover up for the three elders to buy a house which they now shared with Max.

Her mother had left after the 'earthquake' and left Max alone, apparently she couldn't 'bare to look at her anymore'. Immediately Steve had applied for a foster license and was officially Max's guardian.

The three had done so much for her, for all of them. Even converting Eddie's beloved van to be able to allow wheelchairs to buckle in. There was even enough room for Dustin's cane.

Speak of the devil, a large rust bucket of a van pulled into the school parking lot like a bat out of hell. Dustin gathered his things and slowly hobbled his way over to Eddie's van. He opened the door and shuffled inside, giving a soft greeting to the older boy.

"Hey Dusty- bunny how was school?" The older boy asked kindly.

Dustin smiled at Eddie and stuttered out his response as fast as he could. 

"So I had art today and Mr. Kyle said we could do whatever we wanted so I painted our dnd characters. Was so awesome!" Eddie smiled at the younger boy in return.

"That's great Dustin." Eddie had been feeling guilty since vecna, Dustin could tell, he wasn't as playful as usual. But he could take it, it was okay, whatever they needed to do to get over it.

@buggylad

[billyhrgrv]

so not only am i brainstorming a werewolf!billy AU but i cannot stop the inner horse-boy from creating an au involving horses. duderanch AU? maybe, every one ive been to has incredibly fruity vibes. pro rodeo billy and buckle bunny steve? ? ? absolutely needed. 

[marvelfanfics1]

Hi! how about the super soldier angels meeting the avengers for the first time?

Meeting the team

(GIFs not mine)

The Super Soldiers little Angels AU Mastelist

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, anxiety, some angst, fluff

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this :) this AU is literally too cute <3

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Bucky was tying your shoes when you both heard the bathroom door being slammed shut and locked, the sudden noise startled you and you jumped a little.

"Shh, it's okay baby doll." Bucky stood up and kissed your head. Then turned to Steve who was standing before the locked door.

"Peter, open the door please." he pleaded and shook the door handle.

"No!"

"What's wrong?" Bucky asked and walked over to him before telling you to stay.

"I don't know, he suddenly run out after I was done dressing him." Steve explained and they both heard Peter's sniffles. "love bug, tell us what's wrong."

"Don' wanna go there." they heard him say and sighed.

"I'm gonna go and get our little Angel settled in the car. Think you can handle him?" Bucky asked and Steve nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, meet you outside."

Bucky walked back over to you and picked you up and slid your bag on his shoulder. He carried you outside to the car and sat you down in your car seat.

"Petie sad?" you asked from behind your paci when he buckled you in.

"He's just a bit scared of meeting the others," he said and you nod, turning your head to the side when the other door opened.

Steve sat a still sniffling Peter in his seat and buckled him in as well. You handed Peter his favorite stuffie you carried with you and he took it, clutching it to his chest. Steve smiled at you and looked back at Peter.

"Can you give us a smile?" he asked and Peter only grumbled. Steve chuckled and ruffled his hair a bit. "Grumpy Baby."

Bucky got in the driving seat while Steve sat in the passenger seat, putting on some music for you and Peter.

"Do you think he will warm up when we're there?" Bucky asked focused on the street and Steve turned his head to the back.

He smiled when he saw you holding Peter's hand tight, while he was looking outside the window.

"Yes, it will be just fine."

It was a thirty minutes ride to the tower and you fell asleep after ten. You woke up by Peter shaking you with a bit too much force.

"Peter! Remember to be gentle." Bucky slightly scolded him, standing next to you.

"Sowwy Daddy, sowwy bunny." he leaned over to kiss the side of your head.

"It's okay." Bucky said and reached over to unclasp Peter's straps first. "Now, out you go, wait by Dada."

Peter hopped out as soon he was free and Bucky turned his attention back to you. You were rubbing your eyes and smiling lazily.

"Hi there Doll had a nice little nap?" he asked and you nod, reaching your arms out for him.

"Up pwease." he buckled you out and grabbed your bag before picking you up.

Peter was holding Steve's hand, gnawing on his nails anxiously while you walked inside and to an elevator.

"Hello Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes, where should I take you?" a feminine voice asked and you looked around confused, Peter did the same.

"To the common room, please. Thank you, Friday." Steve replied and you could look outside the city in the elevator, the view was amazing.

A few seconds later you heard a ding noise and the door slid open.

"You wanna walk on your own?" Bucky asked and wanted to set you down but you shook your head, clinging onto him. "You can hold hands with Peter, yeah?"

After a little pause, you nod and immediately grabbed Peter's hand when you touched the ground, making him smile.

A man which you knew was Iron Man approached you both and you tried to hide behind Peter.

"Hello kiddos, it's nice to meet you. I'm Tony." he introduced himself with a smile, hands behind his back.

"You're Iron Man!" Peter said excitedly and he nod.

"That's right, and what are your names?"

"I'm Peter and dis is Y/n but we call her bunny!" he introduced you both, shyness was completely forgotten.

"Are those the little soldiers?" a loud voice boomed through the room, startling you and a big man walked over to you both.

You let go of Peter's hand and run into the first arms you could find, which was in this moment, Steve. You wrapped your arms around his neck and wanted him to pick you up.

"Shh, calm down angel, we're here." he hugged you, but you only whined, wanting to be held "Okay, okay..."

He handed Bucky Peter's bag and picked you up, putting you on his hip.

"Thor, inside voice, you scared the little one." woman with beautiful red hair scolded him and smiled at you, you smiled back, placing your head on Steve's shoulder. "Hello sweetie, I'm Natasha but can call me Auntie Nat and this big guy here is Thor."

You gave them a little wave and watched how Thor placed Peter on his shoulders with ease. Steve made his way over to the couch, where two other people were chatting, to sit you down but you wouldn't let go of him.

"Nu, Dada don' go." you pleaded and jutted your bottom lip out. Steve smiled and sat down. You instantly crawled on his lap and wrapped your arms back around him.

"Steve, how's it going?" a man with short hair and a tattoo on his left arm asked and winked at you when he saw you staring at him.

"Pretty good and you? I heard you got a new addition in your family." Steve smirked while rubbing your back.

"Yeah, Nathaniel really brings some life into the house." he chuckled.

"I guess your little ones as well." the guy with curly hair and glasses gestured to Thor and Peter with Bucky watching them closely.

"You don't wanna know." Steve answered making them all laugh.

Natasha saw you watching Peter having fun and an idea popped up in her mind. She grabbed some paper sheets and crayons and laid them on the table. Steve noticed you looking with wide eyes at what Natasha is doing and leaned to whisper in your ear.

"Do you want to go color with Nat?" he asked and you nod. "Then go over to her."

"Dada?"

"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." he made you stand up and patted your bum, sending you to Natasha.

You played with your hands when you stood by the table next to her and she smiled at you.

"You wanna color with me?" she asked and you nod, a little smile appeared on your face.

You colored for some time until Bucky came from behind you and leaned down to see what you have drawn.

"Tis chu an me togetha wif Dada an Petie." you pointed at each figure, smiling the whole time.

"It looks amazing, angel. It's time for lunch now." he said and lifted you from the chair and over to the dinner table where the others were already sitting.

You had a seat right next to Peter and Bucky on your left. On your plate you saw some dino nuggies with some veggies and squealed in joy, hearing some 'awes'.

You ate almost everything from your plate except for some veggies, but Bucky let you and Peter go anyways.

"It's time for their nap," Steve said, looking at his watch and Bucky nodded in agreement.

"How about we all go and watch a movie together. I'm pretty sure they would love to and probably fall asleep as well." Clint suggest and everyone nod.

They all stand up and made their way to you and Peter, who were sitting on the couch.

"Alright what do you want to watch?" Tony asked you both. Peter whispered something in your ear and you nod smiling.

"Cars 2!" you both said at the same time and they chuckled.

Tony put on the movie and everybody found a place to sit. While you were cuddled up with Bucky, Peter found comfort in Steve's arms but was still holding your hand.

When Bucky noticed you both growing tired he popped each of your pacifiers in and draped a blanket over you all.

"Thank you again, for inviting us. I think this won't be the last time." Steve whispered and Tony held his hand up.

"No problem at all. You can come over at any time, I don't mind. They are both very cute together." Tony said and snapped a picture of you four. "This will be the perfect blackmail."

They all laughed and continued to watch the movie even though you and Peter were already asleep.

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