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Rawhide

Chapter 12: Islands In The Stream

Summary: Following your abduction and subsequent rescue from Hydra, Steve deems your home unsafe and therefore the both of you head to a Shield safe house. But the last thing either of you expected to need safety from was each other…

Warnings: NSFW. Smut (18+). Bad language, arguments and Steve playing his Alpha card…being a bit of a bossy bastard and displaying some questionable behaviour…mmmmmm

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCs that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine.

W/C: 8.2k

A/N: Steve is actually a bit of a jerk here…lol, sorry not sorry… Thanks to my beta/co-writer for this one, @spectre-posts and @caffiend-queen who did the honours of casting a second eye over this…as it’s a ram packed chapter and I needed to make sure the links/dots/lines all joined…

Rawhide Masterlist// Main Masterlist

Ch11

It was hours later and you felt drained. Not just from your ordeal but from the - for want of a better word - interrogation Steve had put you through on the journey to the safe house. Despite the fact Fury had pretty much explained everything in far more detail than you could, your Alpha still wanted to comb over every aspect with you. You recounted what had happened when you’d woken, what they’d threatened to do, how they’d injected you with the fake serum, how you’d pulled on your training and resisted a direct Alpha command from Rumlow but instead had faked your compliance...

At that point you had averted your eyes, not wanting to tell Steve you’d kissed Rumlow as part of your ruse, and you’d taken a deep, shuddering breath and your hand tangled into Commando’s fur, as the faithful dog lay his head in your lap.

“Rogers, c’mon.” Natasha sighed, “leave her alone. There’s clearly nothing else she can tell you.”

Steve shot her a glare before he ran his hand through his hair. “You’re hiding something, ‘mega.” He said softly to you, as the jet began to descend.

You looked at him, your eyes wide, but he didn’t press you. Instead, he simply remained silent until you had all descended down the ramp of the jet. Bucky and Sam were waiting for you, Steve greeting them both first before Sam gave you a huge hug.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired, but I’m okay.”

“The ranch is fine,” Bucky looked at Steve, “no sign that anyone’s been there. We’ll do another round later before we crash but-“

“I’m not risking it.” Steve shook his head, “I know everyone keeps telling me that it’s the last place they’d try but…until I’ve dealt with Rumlow, then she, we, stay here.”

“Sure.” Bucky popped a shoulder, his eyes straying to Natasha who was standing off to the side with Clint, Peter, and Bruce. “So where’s Carter?”

“With Fury.” Steve took a deep breath. “Her cover will have been blown now so Hydra will know what she has on them. As such, we suspect they’ll be going even deeper underground than before. But we’ve got Hill and Coulson out looking for them. First sniff, then I’m going in.”

“Steve-“

“In?” Bucky ignored you, “as in…”

“I’ll demand an Alpha Battle.” Steve said, his jaw set, and you felt your blood run cold.

“No, Steve-“

“You’ll be my second, I assume?” This time it was Steve that ignored you.

“Of course…” Bucky nodded, “but…”

“Then it’s settled.”

“You can’t…Steve-“ you protested again but were once more ignored.

“You know he won’t fight fair, right?” Bucky looked at Steve, “He’ll come mob-handed and tooled up…”

“Oh, I’m counting on it.” Steve grit his teeth, “But we’ll do the same-“

“WILL YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!” The force of your yell made everyone turn to look at you, not just the two men in front of you. You felt the eyes of everyone in the room on you, but you didn’t care. “An Alpha Battle, are you insane?”

“No, quite the opposite,” Steve looked at you. “It’s the oldest Alpha law of the land, it goes back to the days when we lived in packs.“

“I know what it is!” You snapped.

“Then you’ll also know that consent to a straight-up Alpha Battle binds an Alpha to the outcome.” Thor cut in, his voice loud but calm, “Magpie, the Alpha who wins takes whatever the wager was and it becomes his right. It is a law of nature that cannot be broken, any more than the Soul Bond you and the Captain share.”

“But you have to win!” You looked at Steve, and were annoyed to see that his face simply wore a look of amusement.

“You don’t think I can?”

“You Alpha Battled him before, you said he almost had you beat…”

Steve sighed, “It wasn’t a straight-up Alpha Battle as such, but… he distracted me. He was armed, it wasn’t a clean fight. He brought more than his one second, and…”

“And if he does it again?”

“We’ll be ready.” Steve said, “Doll, the point isn’t for me to win the Alpha Battle, or to take control of Hydra. It’s to rip his fucking head off.”

You looked at Steve, painfully aware that everyone else in the lounge of the safe house was watching. You could also feel the red hot determination and anger bubbling within him.

"I need some air," you swallowed back the thick knot in your throat. You were sweating, a heat burning from deep inside. Anger, frustration, irritation. It was mixing like shaken oil and water. If you didn't get a moment to sort yourself out, you weren't sure which emotion would separate first. You didn’t wait for anyone to try and stop you, instead you headed to the door but annoyingly found it locked.

“Seriously?” You growled as you whipped to glare at your Alpha.

“Hey, look…we…we should be going.” Sam quickly suggested to the rest of the gathered team.

"Where the hell are you gonna go? The door’s locked." You bit in annoyance.

“Y/N, stop.” Steve snapped a little, he then took a deep breath. “You guys go, let me know if anything comes up.”

As you stared at him, the rest of the team began to move to the door, Natasha keying in a code on the keypad you had failed to notice.

“Stay safe,” Bucky’s words were the final ones any of them said, and as Steve jerked his head in acknowledgment, the door clicked shut and locked behind them.

You stared. You stared and you stared, for how long you weren't sure. Your body language was rigid, arms folded over your chest, teeth gnawing on the corner of your lip. You were huffing and puffing through your nose.

“Omega…why don’t you go take a bath?” Steve spoke softly.

"Fine."

“Are you hungry?”

"No."

“Okay.”

You softened a little, "Steve we need to talk about this. This is reckless."

“It’s the only way we can end this once and for all. You’ve seen what their defences are like, it took pretty much our entire Special Ops team to get you out. He won’t stop.”

"I know he won't stop. That's what scares me. Terrifies me. He'll kill you."

“He won’t.”

"This makes me sick."

“You know what makes me sick?” Steve’s tone grew suddenly impatient and slightly snappy. You frowned as he continued. “You, standing there, reeking of him and hiding something from me.”

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

“No, I’m not. And the fact you’re keeping something from me makes me worried, sweetheart, really worried.”

"The fact that you suddenly don't trust me disgusts me." You shook your head and stormed away, but a heavy hand caught your bicep.

“It’s not you that I don’t trust.” Steve let go of your arm as you wrenched it from his grip.

"Doesn't fucking feel like it." Your voice was sad, tone wet. “I knew this would catch up with me eventually, I knew it would. Everything else has just been collateral damage."

“Collateral…” Steve blinked, “what…what are you talking about? What is collateral?”

"You, the team, this fucking new war. The people that died. That's on me."

“No, it’s not. It’s on Hydra!” Steve pointed out of the door, “this is not your fault.“

There was silence and you felt Steve’s Alpha warmth curl around you, like a serum itself. And then you felt an overwhelming sense of disgust and shame as the image of Rumlow kissing you flashed across your mind.

“What are you hiding?” Steve pressed.

“Nothing.” You turned and walked off for the third time.

Steve snarled. You felt weighted down and then came his Alpha command. “Omega, don’t walk away from me. Stop. Now.”

But you kept going. It was painful, agonising and physically ailing. It was much harder to disobey than Rumlow’s direct one had been for some reason…but, you could still do it.

And then you realised, actually, no, you didn’t want to. And you didn’t want Steve realising how hard you found all of this.

“Fuck you!” You yelled and suddenly, your mind and vision and senses went black. A split second later, the room reappeared but you were facing Steve. He looked at you, astonished. Your eyes were flashing gold and as he straightened up, blinking as the pain in his head subsided he realised you’d pushed him out of your mind. You’d managed to shield your thoughts and feelings in a way that it was believed only Alphas could.

And, had you not been so pissed off and upset, Steve might have dwelled a little on that, pointed it out to you. But as it was, he could sense and feel you were full of nothing but rage towards him.

"How dare you!" You clenched your fists, causing painful indents in your palms. “You Alpha commanded me, you absolute bastard!“

“Y/N…you’re hiding something from me!“

“So, I’m not allowed to keep anything to myself now? You know what? You say you’re different from Rumlow or Bryce, but you’re just the same! Can’t stand the face of your lowly Omega…”

“I’m nothing like those fuckers.” Steve snarled, anger seeping from every inch of his body but you didn’t care. It didn’t scare you, in fact, it angered you. Angered you to the point that you had every notion to snag his jaw with your right hook.

However, your tough resolve broke as you tightened your jaw and swallowed hard. "You want me to tell you what happened? You won’t allow me to keep anything to myself, then fine!” Steve took a deep breath, his arms falling to his hips as he waited. “I’ll fucking show you.”

He then saw you raise your hand to your mark. Instantly his mind was flooded with an image, which was like a collection of snapshots, a slide show almost which showed you, where you’d been, your brother slapping you, the injection, the alpha command, the kiss…and through it all, he felt everything you had. Fear, anger, upset, pain and then hope when you realised who Sharon was…

His mind went blank as he winced, blinking a little before he raised his head to look at you.

"I lied. I lied to Rumlow, I made him think he had control over me by giving in to what he wanted, to make him think he'd won.” You took a breath, tears filling your eyes. “You wanna see more, find out what I really felt, how disgusted I was, how afraid?” Steve stayed still, but you didn’t miss the wave of emotion that was spilling from him. You could feel it. Anger, guilt, hurt.

“I don’t need to.” He whispered softly, “I already felt it.” He looked at you, then swallowed and his head dropped. “I let you down, I…I failed you, I should have kept you safe.”

His pain and guilt overwhelmed you, and you wanted to break and sob, the pain he was feeling crippled you. But you were still angry. Angry at what you felt was a betrayal, his attempt to use his Alpha powers on you.

“I need to take a bath or a shower…whatever.” And without looking back you left, storming up the stairs, Commando following you.

You slammed the door to the bathroom, gripped the small sink, and stared at your reflection. You were tired, worn down and the remnants of your rescue remained. Hair unkempt, dirt and smoke caked to your skin from explosions and flying debris. A bath wouldn't help, not even a shower would cut the grime that seeped deeply into your soul. The harder you stared, the more focused you became. You white-knuckled the cheap porcelain and with a feral shout, you screamed in an abundance of distress, your eyes glowing yellow.

The change shocked you. You’d never seen that before, bar the night you slept with Steve for the first time- his eyes had done the same.

“Fucking soul bond.” You cursed, turning to start the bath which stood against the wall of the plainly decorated, but clean and reasonably comfortable bathroom of the safe house. You knew Steve would have heard you, felt you, and you expected him to appear in the door. But he didn’t. There was nothing.

“Good, stay there." You snorted. "Bastard."

Commando nudged your hand with his nose.

"Hey boy," you sighed. "I'm okay." He gave a little noise that was halfway between a grunt and a whine as he sat down beside you. "I promise," you kneeled and scratched at his chest and ears.

He licked your face, his tail thumping on the tiled floor. You stayed like that, gently talking to him and scratching him whilst the tub filled up. You ran the water so hot that you could see the steam coming from the surface. Kicking Commando out, you stripped bare and slipped into the tub. You hissed as the water burned your skin. You lay back, allowing the warmth to seep into your tired muscles. Your shoulders ached, your legs were restless and your cheek was starting to throb again from the slap your brother had delivered to you.

So much ran through your head, and not just about Hydra. You’d managed to ignore two direct Alpha orders now. One with relative ease, and the other with a certain about of pain but you’d still done it, in a way you’d never been able to before. What was going on with you? Were these changes simply down to the soul bond? Was it just that you were taking on Steve’s traits, as that research has suggested?

Would Thor know? Maybe you could ask…that said, you had no idea what was going to happen over the next day or so. If Shield managed to track Hydra down, then… You didn’t even want to think about that, about what Steve’s plan was. With the war raging between two sides, you feared it could be the last battle he undertook. And that was enough to destroy you.

You took a deep breath, your stomach, which was churning was also now starting to object at the lack of sustenance you’d had over…well, actually, when was the last time you’d eaten? You supposed it had been, what, yesterday's breakfast? Some 36 hours or so? You dunked your head and scrubbed away the traumas so roughly that your skin tingled. You wrapped in towels and padded across to the bedroom. Commando was on the bed and you could smell food being prepared below. It made you feel ravenous.

You then realised you had nothing to wear. With a groan, you set about rifling through the closet. It wasn’t full, but there were a few tee shirts, a hoodie, and a pair of sweats which from the smell belonged to Steve. They were a little musty, clearly having been stored for a while. You dressed, pulled the tie on the waistband to suit your hips and then slipped the tee over your head. It'd have to do.

Steve’s smell washed over you, but in your current state and mindset, his scent repulsed you and that made you want to cry. But you didn't. You swallowed them back and carried on. You flopped onto the bed, which was surprisingly soft, and stared at the ceiling before you turned on your side. Exhaustion was creeping in, the adrenaline on its last tendrils through your veins. As your eyes grew heavy, you barely registered the bedroom door opening.

Soft footsteps made their way to the bed, and you heard the familiar sound of a glass being placed down on the wooden surface. You opened one eye, just in time to see Steve leave, a glass of juice on the nightstand by the bed.

As sleep took over, your mind played back everything from the time the lights in the tower had gone out.

The smells, noises, the feel of the uncomfortable cot on which you’d laid… The burning eyes of your brother and his vile stench that permeated off of him as he confronted you. It made you retch and you twitched in your sleep, your head snapping to the side as you dreamed. Rumlow’s appearance sent your head in the other direction and from there it moved fast but clear. With a sudden gasp you sat bolt upright, shaking with fear. The room was dark, the bed beside you empty. At your feet, you heard commando stir and you reached out for him automatically.

Running one hand over his coat and the other over your face and down your neck, you brushed your bond marking, unintentionally.

Immediately you heard Steve as his voice filled your head.

“Y/N?”

"Just a dream."

“Oh. Okay. Are you hungry, do you need anything?”

"I could eat."

“I’ll fetch you some dinner.”

"I'll come out."

“Okay.”

You sighed and lowered your hand. You were starving, you wanted food.

You climbed off the bed and headed downstairs. You crossed the strange feeling open-plan living space to the little table in the kitchen and Steve watched you as you sat down.

“I made tacos.” He spoke, his voice soft. “If you don’t want that then…well, I’m limited as that’s all Pete appears to have had time to stick in the fridge.”

"Tacos are fine." You grabbed a plate and began filling it.

Silence stretched before you, and eventually, Steve cleared his throat. “I’m…I'm gonna take Commando outside. Leave you to eat. I won’t go far.”

You nodded and when the door closed, you tossed your taco shell to the plate and sighed harshly. "For fucks sakes."

Taking a moment, you bit your cheek before you continued to grab what you wanted from the dishes Steve had left prepared and you sat down to eat.

Outside, Steve hadn't gone far at all. In fact, he stayed merely a stone’s toss from the door.

He absentmindedly tossed a stick for Commando to chase as he thought back over the last day or so. He had been through every single emotion that could possibly exist. Now, you were back. But his relief had lasted mere hours and given way to this horrific feeling of guilt and shame at his actions.

He took a seat on the tallest porch step, the shack of a safe house behind him, you inside. Each burning emotion you felt since he'd found you had been felt by him through your bond. He was angry at himself, for so many things, but commanding you as he had done was unforgivable, and he deserved your ire. He'd never betrayed anyone’s trust like that before. So what possessed him now to do so was unbeknownst to even him. Your comments about mind and reaction, and physical feeling all floored him. But what was killing him most was the fact that he just wanted to hold you, keep you close, feel you by his side as you fell into a comfortable sleep, knowing you were safe. He wanted to kiss the back of your neck as you slept, whisper that he loved you even though he knew you were so deep in the land of nod you wouldn’t hear. He wanted to be there to kiss away your tears when the inevitable nightmares arrived.

The physical ache of one’s mate being so out of reach was painful.

With a sigh, he watched as Commando dropped the stick at his feet again. “Fucked it up, huh, boy?” With a whine and grunt, the dog leaned at Steve's feet, nosing the stick toward him. He bent over, groaning a little at the click in his back as he did so, and then flung it out over the dimly lit yard.

Steve knew you wanted answers, needed them. He did too. But he wanted this war to be over far more. He couldn’t see any other way than the one he’d suggested. He knew that scared you, but what choice did he have?

He yearned for the comfort of his ranch, for the familiarity of his horses, the simplicity of his job. He wanted the carefree nature of his life back, where the most pressing things he needed to consider were pasture rotations, potential footrot in the cattle, and making sure he had ordered enough feed and baled enough hay. He wanted to take you out riding the trails again, see the sunlight as it bounced off your hair and twinkled in your eyes. It seemed like an age since either of you had done anything like that, and right now, Steve would give anything to just ignore the problem at hand and walk away.

But he couldn’t.

Commando's head and ears perked up as he heard you move through the house. Steve did too, a sense in him changing. You felt calmer in your aura but he could still smell the scent of your distress as if he were next to you. Steve looked down at his four-legged best friend and sighed, "Let's go see if we can sort this mess, huh?"

Commando wagged his tail and headed in through the door before Steve, who paused to lock it. You looked around from where you’d been rinsing your plate in the sink.

“I put the leftovers in the fridge.” You turned back to your task.

“Y/N... Please, can we talk?" He saw your shoulders stiffen, and he sighed. “Okay. It doesn’t matter…I’ll…I’ll wait.”

"I don't know what to say that you can't already feel from me, Steve."

He licked his lips, “you’re right. Forget it. I’ll…I’m just gonna nip and use the bathroom. I’ll sleep down here tonight.”

When he came back, you were sitting on the love seat, waiting. "I won't sleep much tonight." You popped a shoulder in explanation.

He nodded, “okay.”

As he sat, you moved to the armrest as far as you could. You pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs, closing yourself off from him physically. Your chin rested against your kneecap.

It was quiet, too quiet. And then you sniffed, staring ahead at the non-existent flames of an empty fireplace. "Why would you do that to me, Steve?"

“Because I’m an asshole. A stubborn asshole who always thinks he’s right.” He said, his voice quiet as he licked his lips. “And, despite what I try and protest to the contrary, I’m an alpha and I crave control. When there are things that affect the people I care about, it makes me feel powerless…and I can’t deal with it.”

"Why control me if you want me to be an equal? I may be an Omega but this bond between us signifies so much more than that." Your eyes burned with the sting of your tears.

“It wasn’t about controlling you.”

"Could have fooled me."

“It’s about controlling me. I can’t deal with feeling powerless.”

"So to make YOU feel better you abused our bond?"

“Basically, yeah.” He took a deep breath, “like I said, asshole.”

You were speechless. You didn't know what to say.

“The worst thing about you being taken…it was that I couldn’t stop it. I failed you, after I promised never to do that. I promised I’d keep you safe and that no one would hurt you…and I couldn’t…”

You looked at him as he spoke.

“Then when I found out that Fury had been lying and that everything we’d been looking into and chasing for the last fuck knows how long was just a huge fuckin’ lie…” he swallowed, his eyes fixed on his hands as they were clasped in his lap. “Then when you wouldn’t tell me the whole story, I guess…well, that was one thing I could control in this whole shitty ass mess. And I fucked up. Big time. And I understand you’re angry. I betrayed you. I know. I used my power against you, and you’re right, that makes me no better than your brother or Rumlow.”

"I didn't enjoy it if that's what you're assuming. If that's what you think you saw. It made me sick. But I had to make him believe, Steve. I had to play along or Sharon and I would've both been dead."

“No, I…” he shook his head as he looked at you, “I don’t. I never thought that. I told you, I thought he hurt you.”

"What would it have mattered if he did? Would you take him on sooner as an even high risk?"

“I don’t know.”

"I'm heartbroken, Steve. I'm scared. I'm hurt."

“I know, I feel it.” He took a deep breath, and then his voice cracked, “and the thought you’re stuck here with me, with someone you can’t stand the sight of, all because of this-“ he gestured to his mark, “makes me feel sick. I should have listened to my head, controlled myself when I bonded you, let you get to know me more…Rumlow might not have taken you, and you…well, you’d be able to just leave and carry on your life as normal.”

"What are you saying?"

“That I’m sorry you can’t leave like I know you want to.”

At that, your anger boiled over, and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from landing a stinging slap on his left cheek. His head whipped to the side and his eyes closed, as he took a deep breath.

"Don't you ever say that to me again." You snarled, “yes, we moved incredibly fast. But we know why. And I may be hurt and broken, but damn it the worst part of it is I love you so much and it scares me.” You were full-on sobbing now, and Steve looked at you, his face contorted with the pain he was feeling at resisting the urge to hold you and soothe you. “It scares me the control you have without even pushing for it. Now I know what it feels like when you do. But never would I think of just walking away."

You took a deep breath and shifted a little in your seat, cuddling deeper into Steve’s hoodie.

“I’m sorry.” He offered, gently, and you knew he was.

You wiped your eyes furiously with the heel of your palm and swallowed. "So now what?”

“I’d like you to get some rest. I can feel you. You’re tired and hurt.” Steve was careful to phrase it as a request. “Tomorrow we’ll regroup.“

You nodded. Then you sighed, and you gave in to your fear, another tear trickling down your face. "I'm scared to sleep, Steve."

“Nothing is gonna happen to you whilst I’m here. We’re safe, that I can promise you.”

He watched as you gnawed your lip. Your inner turmoil seeping out of you in waves. You wanted him to hold you, comfort you, but you were still pissed. “Y/N…”

"What?"

“What do you want me to do?“

"I don't know," you whispered as your rough exterior started to rattle.

Steve felt your pain, and he swallowed, taking a deep breath. His hands hung by his side, opening and fisting as he fought the desire to sweep you into his arms.

"I want to be mad and angry as hell, but I need you."

“You can be all three,” he shrugged, “they’re not exclusive.”

Your lip started to wobble, "Steve... Please..."

In a flash, he closed the distance between you on the seat and you were in his strong arms. One hand firmly at the base of your back, the other cupping your head as you pressed your face into his neck.

“I gotchu, Doll.”

"Don't let me go."

"Never.”

You pulled back to gaze up at him and his bearded lips sealed over yours.

As your Alpha kissed you, your bond became the driving force. Your hands slid up his chest and neck, his jaw cradled by your palms and your finger grazed his mark. Your mind flooded with feelings and senses. You could feel the bond working, golden tendrils moving through you like the sea moving into shore. And like a needle and thread, the bond sought to stitch gaping wounds and embalm sores like a salve.

Your hands gripped his face tighter as you deepened the kiss, pouring everything you had into him. The hurt, fear, anger…none of it mattered now. You needed your Alpha. A vibration sounded from his chest as he grunted in reply. The call of your bond was stronger than your frustrations and now carnal desire stood between you.

“Alpha…” you whispered, your voice lowly and full of want.

“Omega…”

“I need you.”

His hands easily found your hips and soon the back of your thighs as he lifted you from your feet to his waist. His lips not leaving yours as he carried you to the back room. You heard the door thud shut as he kicked it with his boot-clad foot, and soon your back touched the comforter of the bed as he lay you down, never once breaking your kiss. Shedding your clothes was easy, the oversized tee and gray sweats tossed to the floor. You had nothing on under and now you were completely bare.

His eyes grew dark as he took in the sight of you, before his mouth gently peppered warm kisses across your collar bone. Your body curled around his, your knees open to allow his frame to slot between before they bent at his hips. Your hands fanned through his longer hair as they took fistfuls of those darkened blonde locks. Your head tilted back as a sigh escaped you.

His beard scratched at your sensitive skin, the slight burn soothed by his soft mouth. It was a juxtaposition that echoed him perfectly; his rough, tough Alpha nature contrasting to the soft, caring side he held for you.

"Steve...."

“Y/N…”

"Please, Alpha..."

Steve moved back, stripping off his own clothes as you watched, your chest heaving with a heady combination of lust and anticipation. Your eyes were more than occupied with the specimen before you. The smattering of hair across bulging pectorals, the cut abs, and scarred skin from war and ranch work. The strength you knew behind those thick thighs. His muscles flexed and twitched as he climbed back on the bed, leaning over you, those strong arms supporting his weight as he bent down to kiss you again. Your nails scratched down his sides and you found your way to his hard cock. Your warm palm wrapped around him and his arms faltered a little as his eyes closed, a grunt catching in his throat. Your warm palm wrapped around him and his arms faltered a little as his eyes closed, a grunt catching in his throat.

"'Mega...." He strained.

You twisted your wrist, slowly. Once, twice, and on the third go his lips plunged back to yours as he moved, his fingers gripping the forearm of the hand that was wrapped around his cock. You wanted him, and you wanted to allow those golden threads to seal that last wound.

He could feel you, feel your Omega calling to him as he threaded his fingers between yours and pressed your hands into the mattress, either side of your head. “I hear you, doll."

You let out a soft moan, his lips caressed your bonding mark and you shivered as tiny prickles of pleasure erupted across your skin.

"Alpha, please..."

With a shuffle of his hips, he let go of your left hand to reach down with his right. A quick pump of himself left him lining up with your entrance. He ran his tip through your folds and teased your clit.

"I don't... I can't fight it, sweetheart."

"Don't. Just let go."

His fingers tightened around yours as he pushed into you. You felt each inch as he bottomed out, his arms straining, the tension clear in his jaw.

"Oh fuck," you choked on the feeling. You were being stretched wide, almost like it was the first time.

His hips moved back, slowly, before he thrust back into you. Again, and again. Despite what he had said, his movements were measured, slow, a deliberate pull and push between your bodies as his eyes studied yours from above, his torso held up by his strong arms.

You nipped at the skin of his inner bicep as he rolled in and out of you. His grunts were feral but his rhythm was very much who he was, controlled. You could feel his control, the fight he was having internally, but it no longer hurt him. As you were bonded now, there was no fear behind any of it, just a desire to please and love on you.

"More Alpha, I want more," you rasped. Your end of the bond pulled at his Alpha, beckoning him with your scent

“Fuck, ‘mega…” he growled, his teeth nipping your bond as he sped up slightly.

Slicked skin from arousal between you and sticky with sweat as your bodies metaphorically ignited in flames as he took you. You panted in his ear and moaned as his dirty grind changed into an up tilt to hit your soft spot deep inside. You moved with him, his body lower now, your nipples like diamond peaks as hard muscles of his pecs skimmed them with each push and pull he gave you.

You hooked your legs over his narrowed hips and locked your ankles at the small of Steve's back. You pushed him inward with each forward thrust and your newfound strength didn't keep him far on the pullout either.

“Shit, baby…” he grunted as your nails dug into the back of his knuckles, “Jesus you feel good…”

"Mmmmhhmmmm," you whimpered. "I... Fuck... I... I love you."

“I love you too…So much…you’re mine…” his teeth nipped at your skin, right at the hollow of your throat. “All mine.”

"I'm yours Steve, I'm yours. You... Own...me." You gasped between thrusts.

Fuck…” his hands quickly released yours and you felt his arms slide between your back and the comforter. He then moved, lifting you up as he sat back on his ankles, causing you to gasp and groan as he seated you in his lap.

"Jesus..."

He thrust up into you, strong arms around you holding you close. His face buried into your cleavage, nose trailing up your sternum. His hand then gripped the back of your neck and pulled you down for a kiss that was a fierce gnash of teeth and tongues.

“I’ll tear the fucking world down to keep you safe.” His lips spoke against yours, the ferocious undertone to his words made you shiver.

There was your Alpha, the one that burned around the edges of control and held a hardened tenacity. His growl sent your edge teetering.

"Fuck, Alpha, I'm gonna...." You whined.

“Let go…I gotchu, doll.”

With a snap of his hips three more times, you clenched around him, his given name a cry on your lips as you followed it with a shuddering whimper. Your whole body responded to your orgasm, opening up your mind and soul to your bond, allowing your entire being to connect with Steve.

Steve felt the warmth of your body as it surrendered to him and he groaned, holding you tighter as he shuffled on his knees, rising taller as he continued to thrust in and out of you. Your body was limp as you blissfully took what was left of him, for in no time his stamina gave way and he was releasing inside you.

The pair of you clung to one another, his face pressed to your chest as your chin rested on his head. You could feel his heart through your own chest and undoubtedly he could feel yours. Your eyes felt hazy and you wondered if their color changed again as it had before.

Eventually, you felt him move, his lips pressing soft kisses to the swell of your breasts before he looked up at you, those blue eyes back to their crystal azure shade, pupils no longer blown.

“You okay?”

Your hands danced up his back, over his shoulders before your fingers thread through his hair, brushing it back off his forehead. “Yeah, I’m good…more than good. Are you?"

“I am now I know you’re safe…” he whispered.

Your eyes shone with tears as the sentiment of his words hit you.

He swallowed, his hands moving to cup your cheeks as he pulled you down for a soft, slow kiss. “I’m sorry…”

"I know." The words stuck in your throat, for within his apology lay the reason you now suddenly felt overwhelmingly guilty at having even suggested he was anything like Rumlow or your brother. Because whilst Steve might need control, and had tried to use it over you, he didn’t enjoy it. It made him ache, feel dirty, and wrong.

"I'm sorry, Steve," you cried, "I'm so sorry."

“Hey, shush…” he soothed you, his hands tucking your hair behind your ears. “Don’t…please don’t.”

"I was horrible."

“And I was a fucking asshole. You had every right to be angry and upset.” His lips kissed away your tears as they fell down your cheeks.

"Never again, never, I swear it."

“Stop…stop…” Steve hushed you. “Please.”

"Okay," you inhaled deeply. His scent had changed, a calming feeling emitted from him, like a chamomile tea or lavender bath.

With a gentle, easy movement he set you down, and scooped you into his arms.

"Where are we going?" You sniffed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"A bath and then sleep, 'Mega."

“I already had a bath,” you nuzzled into him as he opened the door and carried you down the hall.

"Not with me you haven't."

You giggled as his bare feet slapped softly against the bare wooden floor, his skin still warm against yours as he held you effortlessly in his arms.

You knew now you'd sleep peacefully tonight, open wounds stitched and sores of heartache healed between you.

******

Steve, however, did not sleep peacefully. He was restless all night, tossing and turning as you lay beside him.

It was about four in the morning when you moved to straddle him. The pads of your fingers cupped his bearded jawline as you leaned down and kissed every frown and worry line you could see or feel on his face. Soon after, with his large cock once more stuffed inside of you, you were slowly rolling your hips as his large hands gripped your waist. As you rode him, he could think about nothing but you; feel nothing but you; sense nothing but you. And when you’d both reached your climax, you collapsed forward onto him, his arms holding you close.

Your sweat-slicked bodies stayed pressed together, your minds were quiet and sated, which meant Steve managed to finally drift off to sleep. He was awoken a few hours later, far earlier than he would have liked, when the safe house alarm system tripped, signalling the arrival of Bucky and Sam.

You were soon joined by the rest of the team, and you helped Pete and Natasha prepare a hearty breakfast for you all before conversations struck up around the group. And you beelined for Thor, keen to see if he had any further understanding on the abilities you suspected were coming from your Soul Bond.

“You’re brooding.” Bucky observed as he sat next to Steve. “And doing a crappy job at shielding.”

“I fucked up.” Steve sighed, his eyes straying to where you were sitting with Thor.

Bucky frowned, “how do you mean?”

“I knew she was hiding something, about what Rumlow did. She wouldn’t tell me, and was about to walk away so...”

“You Alpha commanded her, didn’t you?”

Steve nodded, “and I broke her trust.”

“Idiot.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “So how did that work out for you?”

Steve glared at Bucky. “Not good. She was so mad and angry. And she completely ignored me to start with.”

“She ignored you?”

Steve nodded. “She did it to Rumlow, too.” He raised his brows a little and following a questioning glance from Bucky he explained what you had shown him.

“He kissed her. He alpha commanded her to do it…but…well, she was faking it.”

Bucky blinked, “she managed to do that?”

“Yeah,”

“I mean I know she’s been training but, wow.” Bucky exhaled, “that’s…well, she’s managed to ignore me and Nat but it’s really taken it out of her. To be able to resist in such a weak position is, well, almost unbelievable…and she’s never managed to ignore you before.”

“I know.” Steve bit his cheek. “And last night, she actively managed to push me out…you know how we can shield our feelings? Well, it was like that but ten times as strong. I felt it in my own head, it hurt.”

Both Alphas watched you for a second as you looked at the screen Thor was pointing at and Bucky let out a low whistle. “Do you think it’s the soul bond, giving her this extra strength?“

“Well, she found some old research which seemed to suggest with a soul bond, Omegas can take on elements of traits of the Alpha and vice versa. It actually mentions that the Omega they studied needed far less strength to refuse Alpha commands, even those of her own Alpha…” Steve shrugged, “so…maybe. All I know is that I’m thankful she could. Or her time with Hydra could have been a lot worse.”

“How’re things now?”

“Okay. I mean I think they are. She threw down at me pretty hard and I wasn’t exactly totally passive in the argument myself,” Steve couldn’t help a little chuckle at Bucky’s loud snort, “but I apologised, so did she, we…we made up…”

Smugly, Bucky nodded, "well done, Captain."

Steve rolled his eyes, then shook his head, “I shouldn’t have done it.”

Bucky thought for a minute. He'd been friends with Steve for ages, since they were children. He remembered briefly all their times together, from tragedy to discovering love and acceptance. Steve had never batted an eye when he came to him about his feelings for Sam. He was warm and honest. Bucky remembered Steve's time with Peggy and how markedly different his quick-fire relationship with his Omega was now.

"It's a lesson learned. And given your history, I'm going to suggest it's one of many. Look, pal, I don't have advice outside of the obvious. She’s not like Peg and she never will be. Clearly, fate has a different sense of humor this time around."

“You can say that again,” Steve muttered, his eyes flicking back to you.

You could feel your alpha looking at you and you raised your head from the screen and shot him a small smile which he returned.

“Forgive me for prying, Magpie, but I’m sensing something between you and the Captain. Something, well, troubled?”

"Not exactly, anymore at least. We're both just...it's the bond, this war. My newfound enhancements, we'll call them..." your words faded off as you looked back to your Alpha, your mate, your everything. "The speed that all this has happened is overwhelming and confusing. It leaves me feeling out of control and lost but full of curious determination." You looked back to the extremely large blonde man next to you with the two colored eyes and sheered hair.

“You cannot fight fate,” Thor spoke wisely, “and what you two have is, I believe, something that was already destined before you even knew about each other.”

"That's the thing, isn't it. With little known or what we could find, it's almost maddening. But he has his war and I can't help but feel deep down I'm a key or undiscovered piece to victory for our side. Call it a feeling or maybe the bond has something to do with it, but we're running out of time for answers, that I'm sure of."

Thor pondered for a moment, “you might not know what it is you possess that is key until the time comes for you to use it.”

"You really suck at helping, you know that, right?"

“Apologies, little one.” Thor laughed.

You rolled your eyes and continued to scan through the research, although there was nothing new that was jumping out at you. It was the same in every little snippet you read; the bond transcends death, even if a mate dies the one which remains alive is destined to stay alone…can never bond to another.

None of this had on the surface seemed to bother Rumlow. You could recall clearly his words, how he had said he didn’t need to bond you, he wasn’t interested in breeding, just using you. But, the more you thought about it, the more you knew that was bullshit. He was an Alpha. Driven by desire and need. He was smug enough, arrogant enough, full of enough Alpha Male pride that you knew procreating and cementing his legacy would matter to him.

That was part of the reason he’d been so happy when you had faked your subservience.

“See, the bond means shit, you’re powerless now to do anything but obey.”

His words hit you and you let out a loud exhale. He really was such an ignorant asshole, refusing to even contemplate an Omega could be more than what an Alpha made her.

It made you shiver, the fact of the matter was, if he beat Steve he’d try and bond you regardless of what any myth or legend told him. That was one thing you were a hundred percent certain of. Because he wouldn’t believe for a second it would be impossible for him not to. Especially if he thought the serum he possessed would make him stronger. Although you knew as soon as he tried to take it, he would realise that wasn’t the case.

“You’re miles away.” Thor spoke, nudging you with his elbow and you jerked your head up to look at him.”

“Sorry…what…”

“I was saying to not be too downhearted. I have said to the Captain before, Hydra’s downfall will come from something they cannot understand or something they refuse to believe.”

Tony’s phone rang out clearly across the room and everyone fell silent.

“It’s the goth pirate…”

Steve nodded, and Tony swiped to answer, placing the phone into speaker mode before putting it down on the table.

“Any news?” Steve didn’t even wait for Fury to speak.

“We have a few leads but nothing concrete, as suggested, we believe they’ve gone deeper underground.”

“How good are the leads, anything we can do?” Tony asked.

“We’re checking them out. It’s a little harder now we don’t have anyone on the inside. My eyes and ears are gone, I’m chasing shadows and listening to whispers.”

Steve groaned as Tony cut the call.

“Pissing in the wind…” Bucky shook his head. “They got shit.”

A few rolls and rumbles of chatter spread across the group, but you remained silent. Truth was, what Fury said about listening to whispers had set your analytical brain off.

If Rumlow hadn’t sussed it already, knowing Sharon had been working for Fury all this time would surely make him even more suspicious of the serum. That said, come to think of it, he had given you the serum first, so he must have been a little suspicious or wary of taking it himself even when he thought it was real. God, he was going to be pissed when he realised his plan to get super strength had actually failed. If anything, it would make him even more vicious, especially seeing as such a lowly Omega had been able to get one better on him. You also knew, despite his attitude, that Rumlow had absolutely no regard for the Soul Bond you and Steve shared. He would have tried to bond you regardless of the mark on your neck or what any of the research or history showed. He wouldn’t understand that it was more than merely a normal pure bond, and he would refuse to believe that he would be unable to bond you once the serum had…

Oh…oh…

You blinked…“something they cannot understand…something they refuse to believe…”

That white-hot feeling of sudden realisation flushed through your body. Sensing it, Steve’s head whipped round to look at you and he frowned. “Y/N, what is it?”

“I think I know how we can draw them out…and more importantly, I might have a way we can finish this.”

The room fell silent as all eyes flicked to you.

“Draw them out?“ Sam arched a brow. “They won’t fall for that.”

“They will if we give Rumlow enough of an incentive.” You spoke clearly, your voice carrying across the room. “We know the serum ain’t gonna work when he takes it, but all we have to do is make him believe that it will…”

You looked at your alpha. You could see the storm behind his eyes, and you didn’t need any kind of bonding at all to see the war raging inside him. He was torn. He didn’t want you part of this, but he also wanted to let you have your moment, because you deserved that.

“I know Rumlow, and I know my brother.” You implored Steve, “let me help.”

Steve took a deep breath before he nodded. “Okay, Y/N…tell us what you got in mind.”

***** Chapter 13

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Chapter 3: Honey Trap

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: A Farmer’s Market and Pouring out your heart over a beer leads to Bucky learning more about his favorite mysterious farmer

Content/warnings: mentions of previous heartbreak and descriptions, a surprising amount of crying/near-crying, soft mobster Bucky, Heartless Jake, Creepy Cole, mentions of blood/period (not graphic and should be normalized because this happens to me all the time and I know I’m not alone in that), excessive drinking and lowkey alcoholism, cowboy hat rule, mutual pining and reluctance towards that, y/n used like three times

Word Count: 5,295

A/N: I didn’t mean for this chapter to be this long, but also, I definitely meant for it to be this long. Sorry for making dear, wonderful, Jake Jensen out to be a bad guy, and NOT sorry for making Cole Turner a creep. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are SUPER appreciated. Thank you for reading, I love you *gives forehead kiss*

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Bucky knew lots of languages. Country was not one of them. You would think it would be, with how many arms purchasers were from the south, but he kept his dealings with those folk as short and formal as possible. It was better for his sanity and everyone else that way.

He’d been running into a lot of country folk today, helping you run this farmer’s market out of one of your barns. Half of his conversations with people were full of twangy words and phrases he didn’t understand, so he just lightly laughed, hoping that was the right response. The other half were children, asking him what the bump was on the side of his head, the result of the bee incident earlier this week. Before, it was slightly swollen and red, but it was nearly back to normal. Darn kids have keen eyes, though, and no shame. He’d just about had enough. These people were too polite, besides their annoying children. Lucky for him, though, he’d sold off the last of the turnip greens, and his cash box was full, so he made his way over to you at the stand holding the freshly jarred honey you’d successfully, and he’d not-so-successfully harvested earlier in the week. It was just in time to catch the tail end of a conversation he saw you were having with a slightly older woman.

“You’re like our very own honeybee”

“Oh please, Mrs. Jensen, you know the bees do all the work. I just put it in a jar”

“You’re too modest, dear. My Jakey says no one makes sweeter honey than you. I always tell him to come back and help if he loves it that much, but it seems he’s too late now. Looks like you’ve got yourself a new farm hand who’s easy on the eyes”

Bucky glanced up at her through his eyelashes with his signature smirk, raising to a stand from setting the empty turnip green crate at your feet. “Well you know what they say, honeybees don’t work alone. And their hard work makes the world go round.”

For some reason unbeknownst to him, Bucky slung his hand over your shoulder. Was it jealousy he was feeling? Possessiveness? Why, he didn’t own you and he promised himself he wouldn’t fall, physically or metaphorically (although it was far too late physically, and he didn’t want to think about how close he truly was metaphorically). Plus, it’s not like he was having the best time right now. This whole week was a nightmare, and the only reason he was in a decent mood was from seeing your smile as you interacted with the town’s folk today. You were a person of the people, in juxtaposition to how Bucky was often only looking out for himself. So why did the mention of Jakey make this feel necessary and why did it feel so right? Either way, he was proud of you and your hard work and the way it made people beam as bright as Mrs. Jensen. But he’d never say that. Where he’s from, hard work is expected and definitely not praised, although not nearly as manual. But seeing all the effort for that couple jars of honey made him question if the work he was even doing was that hard. Maybe he’d been away from the city too long and was losing perspective. Yeah. That had to be it.

“Well, either way, bless y’all’s heart for putting in the work. I’ll tell Jake you say hello.”

You and Bucky both waved goodbye.

“Well how about it Honeybee, Jakey appreciates all your hard work” he smirked, but watched the smile slide off your face.

“Try telling me that with our awful breakup years ago” you shrugged off with a small chuckle, but Bucky could see the light drain out of your eyes a little. He had obviously struck a nerve, but didn’t want to push farther, at least not now when there were still a few customers aimlessly shopping around for the last bits of produce left. Maybe he’d catch you once the two of you were alone.

You turned away from him to hide your grimace. Thinking back to that whole situation with Jake, on top of serving others all morning had completely drained you and it was quickly catching up.

“Um, why don’t you finish cleaning up the rest of the empty crates after you ask those last few people how you can help them with anything” you waved off Bucky back towards the other end of the barn, head down, starting to look through the cash box he had handed you. You waited until you could hear his receding footsteps on the hay floor to sniffle and take a deep breath. Bucky had keen ears, though, and hesitated hearing your sigh, before he continued on, giving you your chance to regroup. He had never seen you like this before, you were normally chipper and full of energy, often a little too much for his liking, but luckily it was Friday, and after he closed these deals, you both were home free.

Bucky quickly helped the last few stragglers take their rather large haul back to their car. An older man and woman who owned the bar in town had come to get some fresh vegetables for their salads, and Bucky convinced them to take the lot with his charm. That, and he wanted to make sure he didn’t have to carry them all the way back to storage. That was a long way, and you made him walk it. He rolled his eyes when you had told him about the task, too, handing him the handle to a little red wagon with a beaming smile on your face, insisting “that’s how Pappy did it before his first tractor” and “what did you think, I like wasting diesel for food that’s supposed to have a low carbon footprint? That’s why I’ve got you, Bucket.” So Bucky grumbled under his breath at first light, angry, yet amused that the nickname stuck, but still too tired to react any differently when he started the first of his dozen trips to move the produce from storage into the farmer’s market barn. And there was no way he was gonna do that again, so he convinced the couple to take the lot, even offering to carry it out to the car for them, because that was better than the quarter mile walk both ways through the tall grass of your fallow fields to return them.

“Thank you so much for your help, Jamie. You’ve taken such good care of us, you should come by the bar later if you can get some free time from Miss Y/L/N over there. She’s quite the hard worker, maybe bring her along. Drinks on us.” The older lady looked at Bucky with a soft smile.

Jamie, no one had called him that since his mom. Country folk and their want for instant closeness. He hardly knew this lady and already she was trying to be endearing, but her forced charm was nothing compared yours even when you weren’t trying. She looked over Bucky’s shoulder at you carrying a stack of heavy wooden crates out of the barn, hardly struggling, but very determined before sliding them back into the truck. Bucky’s eyes followed hers, a small grin of admiration creeping onto his face at your independence and mastery at everything you do, no matter how simple.

“Yeah, hardest worker out there. I’ll see if I can convince her to take a break.” He turned back and walked the lady to her door, opening it for her to get in.

“Drive safely. Hope to see you later Mr. and Mrs. Carter.” He shut the door and made his way back over to your truck. You had already gotten in and started it with the windows down. Bucky slid into the bench seat to be met by you with your forehead resting on the wheel in between your hands. You took a sharp inhale and shot up, putting on a fake smile, albeit less forced than earlier.

“Ready to go meet Curtis? We’ve just gotta touch base with him and then we’re good to be done for the day.”

“Um, yeah. Sounds good.”

Bucky wasn’t sure how to continue with you in that mood. Should be keep talking? Did you prefer the silence to think? The radio was low on the dash, but not silent, so he decided to speak up.

“Did you see who I was helping? They said they own the bar in town. Maybe we can go for a drink tonight? Celebrate a long week done?”

You sighed. Again. “Um, yeah. I actually think that sounds really good. We both need the decompression. TGIF, ya know?” You forced out a small laugh which Bucky returned and he turned forward as you continued the drive back toward your house.

When the two of you entered the farmhouse, your were greeted by Curtis, your weekend farmhand, sitting at the dining room table. He had already helped himself to a glass of sweet tea you kept in the fridge, mainly for him, which was made from your Aunt’s recipe he loved so much.

“Oh, good, you’re back from chores already.” Curtis had been kind enough to come in today to work on some tasks since you and Bucky had your hands full with the market. He usually only worked Saturday and Sunday since this was his second job, but he’d sometimes come in to help extra, like today.

“Bucket, this is Curty b—oh sorry, Curtis. He’s the one that makes sure things run smoothly when I’m not. He’s a whiz at fixing the machinery, perks of him also being the best mechanic in town.”

Bucky warily stepped forward, eyes narrowed, barely noticeable, and shook Curtis’s hand. Who is this guy who let himself into your house? “Bucky is fine, really.”

Curtis let out a chuckle, “nice to meet you, Bucket. It’s ok, I talked to Y/N about making cheese curds once, and she’s called me ‘Curty boi’ ever since.”

Bucky laughed and shook his head, looking over his shoulder. You just shrugged with a small smile on your face, already more relaxed and relieved to be inside your home with someone you didn’t feel like you had to put up a front for, that was reassuring. Bucky went into the kitchen to get you both a glass of water as you sat next to Curtis at the table, joined by Bucky sitting across after he handed you your glass. The three of you briefly talked about the chores Curtis had done that day, how the farmer’s market went, and what all needed done that weekend.

Curtis seemed nice, not threatening. The visceral tinge of jealousy left Bucky’s body as the conversation went on. If Curtis was going to make a move, he would’ve done it by now, surely. But the two of you were clearly just close friends. Why did Bucky keep feeling like this?

As you wrapped up, Curtis slapped his knees with both his hands and went to stand. “Well, I better get going, sun’s starting to get pretty low.”

Curtis and Bucky had been getting along pretty well, so you spoke up. “Well actually, Bucky and I were gonna go to the bar in town tonight. Care to join?”

“Yeah, I’d love to. There are just a few things I’ve gotta check on in the shop first, but I can drop by after. Does that work?”

“For sure. We’ll see you then” You and Bucky shared a small smile before you closed the door behind Curtis and turned back to the mob boss standing in your foyer.

“Ok, Cowboy. Good job today. Go take a shower, we’re going out.” Bucky beamed, which you returned, and he felt a warmth bloom in his chest at your praise.

“Yes, ma’am, Miss Honeybee” you smiled and rolled your eyes as he ran up the steps, following behind to get ready, yourself. He was really glad your mood was starting to turn around.

As Bucky went to his room to gather his clothing, his mind started to drift towards why he cared how you felt. He was just here for business, right? So why did it bother him if you were sad? If anything, he should want you vulnerable to help him come out on top of your business, but something deep inside of him felt more satisfaction when you were winning. He shook the thoughts from his head. Maybe a cold shower could help him sort this out.

Bucky came down the stairs and sat on the couch just as he heard your hair dryer start up. He had gotten ready quickly, throwing on one of his henleys, his nicer jeans, and a pair of boots Sam had sent him this week when he had heard about the whole ‘borrowing clothes situation.’

He shot Steve a text, telling him that the two of you were going out to the bar with Curtis, to which he replied Have fun, Bucket😉.

Ugh, why did he have to tell Steve about that, it was never gonna go away now. Bucky had gotten a call from Steve each evening giving updates on the business, with Bucky doing the same on his end, keeping it short, only noting the highlights and trying to keep his emotions in check and out of the updates. His best friend knew better, though, even if Bucky wasn’t fully aware of the extent of his feelings yet.

Bucky got up and walked around, looking through the photos and knick knacks in your living room, before stopping by the mirror behind your front door and checking his appearance. This look wasn’t what he was used to. He was extremely dressed down compared to the designer suit he’d likely be sporting in one of his clubs if he were back in the city. He hadn’t even bothered to gel his hair because it seemed you didn’t care when he did, plus, he wanted to save that valuable product for a real occasion, no use in wasting it to go slum with a bunch of hillbillies. He looked to the coatrack next to the mirror to see a hat that matched his boots perfectly and plopped it on his head, swaying side to side to see how it looked.

Just then, you started to make your way down the stairs but stopped in your tracks seeing Bucky in that hat. His head snapped up to look at you.

“What? Does this hat make me look dumb?”

You smiled and shook your head.

“No, not at all” Bucky could see tears well up in your eyes, accompanied by sparkles of fondness and, sadness?

“That was my uncle’s hat. He taught me everything I know”

“Oh, I’m so sorry” Bucky went to take the hat off but you stopped him.

“No- it’s okay. It looks good on you. Go ahead and wear it out tonight.”

Bucky looked back at you with a somber nod as you continued back down the stairs, taking a deep breath to settle the emotions that had nearly breached the surface.

Even in this state, you looked gorgeous. Hair flouncing in the breeze that was created as you drifted down the steps, wearing makeup he hadn’t seen since the first time you two had met and a sundress that blew him away. You were gorgeous in all states because you were you. Bucky looked down, kicking his feet, to pull his magnetic glance from you. He’s really gotta switch up the power dynamic here, and if there was one place Bucky could feel at home after a week of embarrassing himself, it was a bar. He grabbed the keys and you followed with an eye roll, getting into the passenger seat of your own truck. He didn’t even know where he was going, but he looked at you with a sly grin. Like for the first time, he had the upper hand, and that would only come from being anywhere but on your farm.

Bucky was a good driver, despite his statements about some guy named ‘Gio’ and grumbles about Sam, who you had met once before. Besides that, the drive was filled with laughs reminiscing all the mishaps he went through that week, well, mostly you laughing, and Bucky doing his best to hold a smirk from showing too obviously, his eyes narrowed at you in contrast.

The two of you pulled into town as you pointed Bucky towards a decent-sized building which housed the bar, still nothing compared to what he was used to. The two of you hopped down from the truck and walked through the front door, which jingled, signaling your entrance.

Bucky was greeted by the smell of old wood and stale beer, the dim atmosphere lit with old neon beer signs and fluorescent lights which hung over the pool tables. You looked back at Bucky as you crossed the threshold where he held the door for you.

“Hey, all I’m saying is, I bet you wouldn’t last a week in my world the way I did in yours.”

You rolled your eyes as you sauntered up to the bar, taking a seat at the corner, Bucky next to you, and a few more empty seats to the other side of him that would hopefully stay that way until Curtis came. As the two of you had walked up to the bar, you had seen a bunch of girls groups whose heads turned, seeing the stranger that was Bucky make his way across the floor. Why couldn’t he be ugly? And why did you let him wear that hat? Bucky didn’t even notice. His eyes were only on you, besides his trained peripheral vision catching the eyes of men whose heads turned towards, doing the same.

“Oh please, Bucket, you hardly made it through this week. I’ve never seen anyone cut their finger on wheat before. How did you even do that? You were literally up on the tractor… wheat should not have been anywhere near your hands, yet you came to me with several paper cut-looking marks. And what do you even do all day? Your hands have calluses but a totally different kind. You can hardly toss a hay bale a story high into the barn loft. I’m sure it wouldn’t be that hard for me to just sit at a desk, bark orders, and sign paperwork all day.”

Bucky’s mouth gaped open as he feigned offense and put his hand on his chest.

You flashed a fleeting smile at him in satisfaction as you waved down the

bartender ordering two shots of whiskey and two beers.

“Now just because that’s all you’ve seen me do for work, doesn’t mean that’s all there is to it.”

“Oh really? Please, Bucket, then be my guest…indulge me.”

“Well, if I told you, I’d have to kill you, so take that as one of the common requisites.”

He smirked at you, obviously more comfortable in this bar environment before your phone dinged and it was a message from Curtis.

Hey Y/N. So sorry, something came up at the shop. Rain check?

Yeah, no problem. Hope all is good, see you tomorrow?

Yep! Ty

“Well, looks like Curty boi isn’t joining us, so it’s just you and me, Bucko”

At that moment, the bartender set down the drinks in front of you and you and Bucky took a shot together, ordering an appetizer sampler platter to go with your drinks.

As the two of you nursed your beers, you joked more about Bucky’s farm mishaps and talked about all the men you had turned down from Bucky’s organization to get him out here.

“I’ve gotta be honest, I don’t know how you turned down both Sam and Steve. I’m hardly immune to their charms some days”

You laughed and threw your head back. “It’s not easy. They’ve both got these puppy dog eyes they make when I say ‘no’ to them, but they seemed pretty satisfied with the fact I wanted to see you in person.”

“And why exactly was that? You never quite said”

“Well, at first, it started as a way to delay the deal, but then I realized, if I’m going to be making some major changes to somewhere I consider a sanctuary, I wanna make sure it’s with the right partner” you nudged him with your elbow playfully and Bucky gave you a small grin. “But honestly, if I’m going to do something these days, I wanna do it at the source. I hate hearing important news from third parties, I mean, you’ve seen how I do business. It’s all me at the end of the day. Sure, Curtis helps out, but otherwise, it’s better to deal with things on my own and a few trusted people” you finished that statement breathless from your heated ramble. This didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky at all. Where did that come from? At first, to him, you were just another bug to be squashed in order to get more control over his industry, but did he care now? Did he truly care about what was upsetting you? What caused that hurt you were obviously tampering down? Does this have to do with Jakey?

Bucky hadn’t realized he said that last part out loud until you responded.

“No! Well, maybe? Like, sort of?”

“Can I ask? Can I ask what happened there? Only if you want to share”

“Um… yeah, sure, I guess. You’ve embarrassed yourself enough this week so I think you’ve earned this a little bit.”

You took a deep breath and began. “Jake and I grew up together. We met in kindergarten in school and were instantly close. We were the only two gifted kids in class, so the teacher sent us to the side for extra lessons while the rest of the class learned with her. From that point on, we were inseparable. Two smart little twerps who took on the world together, but our lives were so different. In middle school, I started to take on more responsibility on the farm and he started getting into computers, but we’d still see each other. In high school we started officially dating, and I was so happy to be with someone who I felt like intellectually got me. I think it was the same way for him, too. He’d crack such nerdy jokes, and no one got them but me”

You smiled nostalgically at the memory. “When our senior year came along and my uncle wasn’t doing that well, I applied to more local schools, but he didn’t. We had always talked about going off to college and living together, but he wanted that life to be far away from here, and I had obligations. I got into the local college on a full ride for agriculture and civil engineering, and he decided he’d rather go to MIT for computer science. I asked if he’d be willing to stay since he got into college around here, too, but he said he wanted to be around people who were ‘more like-minded to him.’ As if we hadn’t been the only ones who had understood each other for over a decade.”

Bucky gave you a sullen look as your head fell and you looked down at your hands. He signaled to the bartender for a water and two more rounds of shots.

“I just, I just didn’t understand how he could act like that after so long. So I asked him when he was leaving so I could see him off. We were still friends, after all, but he left without a word. When I saw him again over Christmas break that winter, I felt like he had turned into some overweening, highfalutin, jerkwad. I didn’t really know him anymore, and I had enough to focus on already, so I just kinda stopped talking to him. As you could see today, his mom still comes around, but it’s not really the same. I don’t think she ever really truly saw the way he changed, she’s too caught up in having a son who lives in Silicon Valley now, but apparently he still asks for stuff from the farmers markets.” You shrugged and thanked the bartender for the shots, pounding all four before you excused yourself to the restroom, leaving Bucky to sit there shocked.

He had known where you went to college and how smart you are, but things like what happened with Jake don’t show up on paper. However he clocked you before, you were even stronger than that, because despite how you were hurt, you still wore your heart in your sleeve and showed compassion to everyone around.

You washed your face and looked in the mirror. Sure, that experience with Jake sucked, but it’s been years and you were over it now. Didn’t mean it was fun to relive it all. You decided to go into one of the stalls, the alcohol already kicking in and making you have to pee. You sat down and that’s when you saw it: blood. So that’s the reason for the waterworks all day today. That’s why you felt so tired and couldn’t help tearing up at the slightest things. Luckily the girl in the stall next to you had some products. You cleaned up and washed your hands, forcing a smile in the mirror until it became real, honestly relieved at having a reason for your out-of-character behavior. You headed back out to Bucky in a much more chipper mood and he looked up at you with a quirked brow. He figured you’d taken the time you needed. He was appreciative of you being so open with him, and wasn’t going to question the switch-up since he was just so happy to see you being yourself again after a long day.

“Up for a game of pool, cowboy?”

“Oh, you’re signing up to lose, Honeybee”

“Ok, ok, best four out of seven” Bucky whined as you giggled, whiskey shots catching up to you as you held another beer bottle in your hand. Bucky was hardly affected, he essentially rocked this much alcohol in his system by noon on a daily basis. Just then, his phone rang, and he motioned to show you it was Steve. You gave him a thumbs up and started to rack the balls to set up for the next game.

You watched Bucky walk out the door as you felt a presence looming behind you. You turned around and stood up, eyes tracing up a body dressed in brown hues until you reached a set of blue eyes shaded by a cowboy hat brim.

“Oh, howdy, can I help you?”

“I sure hope so. Can I get you a drink? Two whiskey sours” the stranger yelled over to the bar.

“Oh, uh, thanks.”

“My name’s Cole, Cole Turner. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?”

He was handsome, there was no denying that, but something seemed off. You plastered your best fake smile on your face. You didn’t need a confrontation tonight, not in your favorite dress. You didn’t want to taint the memory of it because of some rando. Wait. Was he a rando? Where have you heard the name ‘Turner’ before? Before you could continue your train of thought, a waiter came over with your drinks. They were very sweet compared to what you’d had all night, just like his demeanor, which seemed like a thin veil over the surface. You tried to channel your drink’s energy into your words to sweetly reply until you could properly remember who he was through your alcohol-fogged mind.

“Oh, I’m not here alone. I’m here with a friend”

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I don’t see anyone around. You up for a game?”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, he grabbed a pool cue and made a move to break. After that, he was keeping a little too close to you constantly. You did your best to stay kind, but must’ve been sending the wrong signals as he asked you “You wanna get out of here? I’ve got a hotel room down the road.”

In an attempt to change the subject you asked “Oh, so you’re not from around here? What are you doing in town?” Looking towards the door hoping Bucky would be done with his update any minute now.

“Ah, I used to live around here. My family owns a string of dairy farms. I’m here to try and convince these small-town farmers to give up the land.”

Your eyes went wide. Luckily you were facing away from him. He was that Cole Turner. The one whose family ran a packaged beverage empire and prided themselves on squashing the little guy. You were lucky he didn’t seem to recognize you yet, as the last remaining competitor in town. The one he had probably come in to squash. Just then, lost in thought, you felt a hand snake around your waist and you flinched.

“Relax, Honeybee, it’s just me” Bucky whispered in your ear. Your shoulders visibly relaxed as you turned around and threw your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. You pulled away, but not enough for Bucky’s hand to leave your waist, and looked between the two men, grabbing Bucky’s hat and placing it on your head immediately.

“Uh, James, this is Cole. He’s visiting town.”

Bucky reached out his hand Cole shook it. Cole took a large step back after, respecting the hat on your head, and, was he intimidated by Bucky’s stature? Sensing your discomfort, Bucky spoke up. “Nice to meet you. Shame we’re heading out now.”

You grabbed Bucky’s hand, not looking back, and headed straight to the door as quickly as your numb, wobbly legs would take you. Once you were met by the cool, crisp night air, you sighed in relief and rested your forehead on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Thank you for helping me get out of there”

He shuddered at your proximity and the comfort you felt in this type of contact. It felt natural and he never wanted it to stop. With a soft smile and a glance at the top of the hat, he said, “No problem, Honeybee. Let’s get home.”

He helped you get up into the cab of the truck, sliding you across the bench seat before he got in and started it up.

“So what was the deal with the hat? And that guy?”

You yawned and stretched, settling in against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Uh, when a girl takes a guy’s hat and puts it on her head, it means she’s going home with him. And don’t worry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just wanted that guy to get off my back. We can talk more about that later.”

You wiggled to get more comfortable, your hand still in Bucky’s as he used the other to steer the truck down the old country roads. Your eyes fluttered shut as you fell asleep on him. His eyes flickered between you and the road in the headlights ahead. He luckily had a good sense of direction and was able to remember how to get home from your instructions earlier.

When he pulled into your gravel driveway, your were sound asleep, softly snoring, drool having dripped onto his Henley, but he didn’t mind at all. He lifted you out of the truck and carried you up the steps, taking off your boots before tucking you into bed for the night.

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Bonus A/N: so where I’m from, “Turner’s” really is a beverage empire and they make really good products. I just figured I can’t make a farm AU without putting Cole in it, no matter how inaccurate to character.

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thegoldenavenger · 7 months

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The hat-rule

A/N: hi! Finally a post on this blog without being shadowbanned:p but you can still follow my other blog; @rogerswifesblog-updates I don’t remember how this idea come into my mind (probably some tiktok or smth) but I really hope you’ll enjoy it!!

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Cowboy!Reader (cowgirl?)

Summary: Steve puts readers hat on not knowing the rule behind his actions.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, the cowboy hat rule, reader is described rather curvy I’d say, blow job, female masturbation, squirting, cum eating, cum swallowing, male masturbation (?)

Cowboy hat rule: If you wear a cowboy'hat, you have to ride the cowboy!

It was a stupid idea, Steve thought. Going to a country club? He doesn’t even like that kind of music. But it also wasn’t his idea. It’s Clint’s turn to decide what they’re going to do on a Saturday night and that’s what he decided would be fun. Usually they made movie nights, cooking, baking or going out for drinks to some luxurious places (yeah, the last one is always on Tony).

„It’ll be fun, Cap. You can even ride the mechanic bull-we all should do it”, Clint grinned as they walked into the pub, he and Tony were wearing cowboy hats. They wanted Steve to wear one too, but he declined. It’s not really his thing. He rather wears his baseball cap, as low as possible, so nobody recognises him-even though he’s pretty sure with the other avengers this will happen either way.

Sighing, Steve shook his head. “Yeah, sure. I can do that if you leave me alone about the hat. I won’t wear one”, he mumbled, as they sat down at a free table. Steve immediately caught someone’s eye; a pretty young lady sitting at another table nearby. She was a cow…girl? At least that’s what he assumed since you were wearing a cowboy hat. A sweet smile crept onto your lips when you looked right at him meeting his gaze.

Steve felt a blush forming over his cheeks, giving you a short smile he quickly looked away, straight into the eyes of a smirking Natasha. Her gaze told him she knew something-even though he had no idea what. She was looking at him like a predator at its prey. Like a shark. A grin crept onto her lips. All teeth.

But she didn’t say anything. Instead she took out a flask, giving it to him. The smell alone told Steve it was Asgardian alcohol.

So that’s how this evening is going to be. Fine.

After they all ordered the drink Steve asked for a shot Glass for himself, too, which he received without questions about the mysterious flask. That’s one of the little perks of being an Avenger. Nobody asked questions…

While they were talking and drinking one shot after another, he forgot about the pretty girl next to them. Only meeting your gaze a few times, always smiling at each other. You even once lifted your shot at him, signalizing him to drink-and he did it. Tony noticed it, of course, teasing him about it. “Well, well, Capsicle. A cowgirl?”, but Steve ignored him, as Natasha stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him with her.

“I dare you to ride the bull!” She knew Steve is always up for a challenge, so it didn’t surprise her when he took off his cap and jacket, throwing both in her open arms. “Watch me tame that beast”, he grinned, loud enough for the avengers and you to hear. The corners of your lips twitched and you put down your drink, to fully concentrate on the avengers that were walking closer to the mechanic bull, probably wanting to watch Steve and maybe try riding it themselves.

That’s gonna be a show.

The huge chunk of a man sat on the bull, not needing help getting onto its back. His cheeks wore a gentle blush, maybe from being tipsy or maybe from having this much attention from all the people around him.

When the bull started moving you immediately saw his legs tightening around it, his muscles flexing, thigh Firm and thick. You’d do anything to feel them thighten around your head…or riding one of his thighs, while he’d bounce it, moving his hands over your body, maybe squeezing your breasts…

You quickly shook these thoughts away, watching the blond still holding onto the bull, but seemingly struggling. Huh. You thought the Captain would be better than that-but before the 20th second could pass, Steve was thrown forward, falling right over the bulls head, landing on his but.

His gaze immediately fell to you, especially when he heard your soft, amused laugh. Once again he felt his blood rush to his face, making him blush a scarlet red. “Wow, Cap, you really show the bull how it’s done-“ Tony’s voice made him look at the man. “Well, yeah? Then do it better”, while Steve left the mats, Tony shrugged his suit jacket off. “You’ll be surprised Capsicle.”

All the Avengers tried riding the bull-Tony being thrown to the side only a bit after ten seconds, then Clint, who made a literal backflip when the bull started moving more suddenly-but he was longer on the bull than Steve, not really surprising anyone. Somehow everyone got used to Clint having weird skills, not knowing the reason for that. Especially not after seeing him pole dancing on an undercover mission.

“Come on, Nat, you should try it”, Clint grinned, but the redhead only laughed. “Yeah, no I’m good.”

Hearing that the Avengers were done, you stood up and walked straight up to the bull. “Then let me show you how to really tame the bull”, with that you hopped onto the bull, not even grabbing the rope. The guy operating the bull laughed loudly. “Well, our record holder, I see. Let’s not make it easy for you”, he tipped his head to you, Turing in the bull.

You’ve ridden the mechanic animal so many times, it’s not even a real challenge anymore. Your hips moved smoothly, sliding along with every move, thrusting forward…making Steve imagine your body naked, riding him. Sinking on his dick, sliding forward and back on his dick, your hands grabbing his pecks, maybe pinching his nipple lightly. Fuck. Thank god he was sitting with his jacket in his lap, otherwise he’d give the other people around him a bigger show than before.

He couldn’t stop his dick from tenting his jeans, as he watched your breasts jiggle with every movement, your ass bounce as the bull started shaking from side to side. With you bending forward he could look right into your cleavage. His dick twitched, while he couldn’t tear away his eyes from your breasts. Fuck, they looked so soft. If you’d let him fuck these? Maybe you’d wrap your plump lips around the leaking head of his cock.

Looking up you noticed Steve staring at you, squirming in his seat. He was observing you like a tiger. A hungry tiger, watching his prey.

Without thinking twice you grabbed your hat throwing it to Steve, who caught it out of reflex. The people around him immediately started cheering, Clint and Tony telling him to put it on, which seemed to confuse him.

And then he did it.

Some people that saw the interaction clapped their hands, Tony whistled and Steve just looked confused to Nat. She only grinned cheekily. Then Clint clapped him on the shoulder and Steve was totally puzzled.

…What just happened?

After a few more seconds you jumped down from the bull, walking straight up to him. Sitting, he had to look up at you, with the few inches you had now over him. Putting his hands on his wide shoulders, you stroked over them, massaging him gently. “You know what they say, Captain…wear the hat, ride the cowboy-or, well cowgirl in this case”, you purred in his ear. Of course, others still heard it. Especially Tony, who had been listening curiously as soon as you stepped up to Steve.

The color that was slowly coming back to normal on Steve's cheeks turned once again a dark red shade, creeping from under his button down right to the very end of his ears. “E-excuse me? I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am, I’m sorry for taking your hat-my friend told me to wear it-I’m really sorry, ma’am”, Steve rambled, not understanding what you were talking about. Riding? You? Were you talking about…sex? Was he this obvious with his attraction towards you? Oh god, was he being a creep???

Your soft chuckle made him look back at you, not even having noticed he started nervously looking around. “Stevie, you have no idea what it means to wear this hat, huh?”, he shook his head, slowly taking off the hat and offering it back to you. You took it in your head, but put it back on his head instead of yours. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. It’s exactly what you think it is”, you grinned and it looked like Steve’s blush darkened if that was still possible.

His mouth agape, eyes big and curious roaming over your face…his hands slowly finding your waist and pulling you a bit closer. “So we-should we go now to your place? I’d like to-you know-do…it”, Steve mumbled, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. You took his hand and pulled him up from his seat. Now, needing to look up at him, you winked at the man. “My place isn’t far away. Let’s get going and…I’ll show you some real riding”, with that you took your jacket from your booth, hearing as the avengers teased Steve. “I can’t believe we help Cap to get laid tonight-” “-don’t forget to use protection-“ “you’ll better endure longer than with the bull-” “hopefully you won’t get a heart attack old man-“

You couldn’t hear the rest after closing the pub doors and leaving the building. For a moment only sounds were coming from the cars passing by and people chatting, while you two walked the path, your arm around his, holding onto him.

“I’m Y/N”, you mumbled, only now noticing you haven’t introduced yourself yet. At least not properly. You knew who he was, probably most people in the pub knew it, but everyone was respectful and wouldn’t annoy them with autographs and pictures. In the end, the Avengers were just people. Well, maybe Tony Stark was…a bit different. But it’s Tony stark. Everyone knew him like that.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m-well, you know who I am”, he sighed, making you look up at him, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “You’re Steve-an awful bull-rider if you ask me”, this made him chuckle lightly and he pulled you a bit closer against him.

Steve smiled at you for a moment, before kissing your head, making the two of you giggle. A few moments later you stopped at your complex building, taking out your key. “Here we are”, you grinned, already imagining Steve’s hands on your body, his lips on your skin…suckling and licking at your soft spot at your throat. God, you couldn’t stop thinking about it all. But he stopped smiling, pulling away from you and looking down at the footpath.

“I…I’m not- I usually don’t do stuff like that, you should know”, he mumbled, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Was he talking about bull riding? Because you could see it, without him needing to clarify that. And you didn’t mind. “It’s okay. I’m not making fun of you, don’t worry-I mean, I’d rather made fun of Stark. He looked silly, you looked…well, pretty good”, Steve still seemed unsure and not amused, which made you furrow your eyebrows. A few seconds ago he was laughing? What happened?

Gently taking his hand out of his pocket, interlocking them you pulled Steve against you. Your other hand stroking over his cheek. “What is it Steve?”, you asked quietly. You could clearly see the blush still lingering on his pale skin.

He put his hand gently over yours, squeezing. “It’s-its the first time I left with someone-I mean I’m- I have done it but never with a stranger-not that I would mind if, because you’re really pretty and fuck-so sexy and hot-oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-I mean-god I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. It’s like my brain to mouth filter doesn’t work, Jesus, I’m so sorry”, he rambled, shaking his head.

When he looked back at you, you were grinning amused. All teeth, even with pretty dimples and little happy wrinkles surrounding your eyes. “Steve, we don’t have to do anything…we can just go up, sit down and watch a movie. I’ll make us something to eat…we don’t even have to kiss”, you reassured him.

Only then did he smile lightly before nodding. “But….I’d really like to kiss you”, it was only a whisper, barely audible. It still made your whole heart flutter, butterflies trying to erupt from under your skin, everything tingling…

God, did this man even know how pretty he was when smiling?

A second later Steve leaned down, giving you a gentle peck on the lips. Unsure and hastily, yet it still managed to make your breath hitch.

Blushing Steve watched you for a moment, before once again kissing you, this time longer. A slow soft kiss, not erotic just…gentle. It’s like he was kissing you for the purpose of kissing, not to indicate anything sexual. It was really…nice. To be kissed like that.

Your hand found his neck, pulling him a bit closer, the hat on his head slowly sliding down. You couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips, while you pulled back and pushed the head in its place. “Let’s get inside. It’s getting cold”, you whispered, feeling your own blood rush to your cheeks.

After entering your apartment, you took off your boots, Steve doing the same with his shoes toeing them off. You shook your head lightly, grinning at the grown ass man, toeing off his shoes like a child. He shrugged, pulling you closer against him. “Don’t say anything. My mom hated it when I did that”, he grinned, not even noticing sharing such a memorie with a total stranger.

Laughing, you went to the kitchen to grab two beers. Of course Steve followed you like a lost puppy, looking around your apartment curiously. “Oh this is pretty”, Steve said, looking at one of your paintings. “Thanks, it’s…just a little hobby of mine”, you said smiling. Steve’s eyes immediately light up. “I love drawing too! And painting! What paint do you use?”

That’s how you two started talking about art supplies and other stuff, Steve having more knowledge than you, but still being patient and explaining everything to you. At this point you were both sitting on the couch, close enough for your thighs to touch.

Taking another sip of your beer your gaze fell to Steve’s head, still wearing your hat. Was he even aware of it? A small smile crept onto your lips. Steve followed your gaze, or tried to, looking up cross eyed. “Oh, I’m sorry”, he blushed, taking off his hat. His hair was sticking out in every direction, which he quickly tried to brush over with his hand. “You look cute with it”, you grinned, shrugging. You grabbed the hat again, putting it on his disheveled hair.

Only then did you notice how close you two were. His breathing against your soft skin…when did his hands land on your waist? Instead of pulling away you slowly stroking with your hand over his cheek and slowly down to his neck. Steve could hear your heartbeat quicken, when he slowly pulled you on his lap. His lips and nose caressing along your skin.

Then you felt his lips press against yours, kissing you gently, but hungry. His tongue exploring your mouth, kissing your teeth. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your hips press against his bulge. “Fuck”, he whispered, slowly kissing down your neck, while grabbing your hips and grinding his arousal against your crotch, making you gasp. He felt big, even though he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

You reached with one hand to his zipper, slowly opening it, before pulling the pants a bit down with Steve’s help. While stroking his clothed cock you could feel him hardening beneath your palm. Your other hand started opening his button down.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous”, you whispered, leaning down and licking over one of his rosy nipples, listening to Steve’s moans, while he bucked into your palm. His tip had already left a wet spot on his boxer shorts from all the pre cum.

One of his hands grabbed your hair, pulling you in another bruising kiss, your lips already feeling raw from all the kissing. His grip on your hair tightened, while he grabbed your hand with the other one and guided you in his boxershorts, where he wrapped your hand around his cock.

Fuck.

Your fingers didn’t touch. They didn’t close around his girth. He was long, probably long enough to touch your cervix. Holy Jesus. You traced the vines with your fingers. You weren’t setted with just your imagination, so you broke up the kiss and looked down at his dick in your hand. “Fuck-wanna suck you off, steve. Please let me do that”, you nearly whined, already sliding down from his lap.

If you had to be honest with yourself, you weren’t sure if you’d get him fully in your mouth-and if you did, then your jaw would hate you for that. You could already feel the pain. Yet it didn’t stop you.

As soon as your knees hit the floor, you started licking his tip, circling his slit, before letting him glide in your mouth. You didn’t want to tease him. You couldn’t. You had to feel him.

When you started to bob your head, you felt how your pussy started throbbing. Fuck, you’ve never been this hot for someone you just met. Opening your own pants you pushed your hand beneath your panties, already finding your pussy wet. Drenched. When you started circling your clit a moan escaped your lips, making Steve’s hips buck into your mouth. “Fuck-“, he grabbed your hair, pushing your head a bit lower. His cock hit your gag reflex, but with Steve’s movements he pushed past it, his dick filling your throat.

The slightly rougher treatment makes you even wetter, two of your fingers sliding easily in your cunt with a squelch. Steve chuckled at that. “My little slut, getting worked up while sucking my dick, huh?”, he whispered, moving your head over his dick like he pleased. And you let him.

You’d let him do anything and everything to you at this point.

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of dick. You only looked up at him, while he fucked your face like toy.

You really hadn’t expected him to turn into a rough dom, after being all shy and unsure the whole evening long. Somehow this made it all even better. And you wetter.

“Baby-fuck, I’m going to fill your pretty mouth-you’d like that, huh? I can tell you’re desperate to have my cum fill your pretty mouth”, he mumbled, his thrusts becoming harder, his dick hitting your throat more often.

Your movements of your fingers quickened too and you started rubbing your clit furiously, feeling your orgasm approach, while Steve was chasing his own, fucking your face without a care.

The mix of Steve’s pre cum and your saliva was dripping down your chin and onto his balls, even some of it on his pants. It was messy. Filthy even.

A moan escaped you, muffled by Steve’s cock, when you finally came, drenching your own fingers while you squirted over your hand, your legs trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. “Oh fuck sweetheart-“, with that Steve pressed your head down, your nose hitting his pelvic, while he grinded against your face, his cum floating your mouth and throat. He slowly pulled your head away, but you felt how his tip was still twitching and spurting more cum. God, how much could he cum?

He pulled his whole shaft out, only leaving the tip between his lips. “Swallow sweetheart, Daddy wants to feed you some more”, if you could come just from words, this would be definitely it.

Steve started stroking his dick, not moving your head, still having the mushroom head between your lips. You looked up at him, still circling your clit gently, before pulling your hand out of your pants, which Steve quickly grabbed and pulled to his lips, licking and sucking your fingers clean. “Mm, so good, baby. Cant wait to have a taste from the source”, he grinned, making you whine quietly against his dick.

After a few more strokes you felt his cum flood your mouth, while Steve’s head fell back, a load moan escaping his lips, while he milked his cock in your mouth. You felt his tip leaving some cum on your lips when he pulled away, his dick slapping against his abdomen, still hard. “Swallow, sweetheart”, he grinned lazily. You did as told, showing him your empty mouth, sticking out your tongue, while you leaned to his dick again, licking around the head. “Such a good girl, fuck”, he whispered, grinding his dick against your face, before pulling you by the hair and away from his cock, back on his lap.

Your hat was still on his head, just a bit crooked, so you adjusted it a bit, which wasn’t necessary since Steve pulled you in another kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, chasing his own taste.

“How many times can you go?”, you whispered against his lips, stroking over his hard cock again.

A devilish grin appeared on his lips.

“Wanna find out?”

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How are the motocross boys doing? I miss them!

I thought everyone forgot about them, nonnie! ❤️ My own fault. I haven't shown them love lately. So what are they up to?

Jake is trying to work up the courage to propose to Lucky.

Ari is going to bring dinner to Sweetart's place and may even spend the night.

Hal is in the midst of setting up a simple yet romantic date for Belle.

Bucky will have to help you work through some of your emotions when your ex shows up in town.

Curtis has to work through his own emotions and yours when tragedy strikes.

Steve needs to take you out! And it better be nice because Curtis isn't afraid to hit him.

Chris may or may not be at the next race and that worries you.

I love how some of those answers only raise more questions. 😂

Love and thanks! ❤️

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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Only You

pairing: cowboy!Steve Rogers x Reader

concept: Even through the worst of times, he would stay beside you and support you - a true rider.

word count: 500

warnings: this is just pure poetic fluff with angst, nickname= Dove

a/n: This is my warmup drabble for Navy and Roo’s @the-slumberparty , my word being ‘rider’.

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Wrap me in your arms and let me know how much you care; journey with me through this life, hand in hand.

"Dove, you are my journey in this world," he said, gripping the leather and giving it a tug. It was like a riding game of tug-of-war, with him pulling one way and the situation pulling the other. That's the way he feels for you since the day he first met you.

In the mornings and at nights, this trouble engulfed his body.

You.

Your cheeks tingle as you bite your cheeks when the horse starts to trot.

There is a burning sensation in me and you as well

The scent of your body enticed him to kiss your body while you leant against his chest, looking straight into the horizon.

"I can take you down to the waterfall or to where we can see cows depending on what you'd like to see."

As his breath ran down towards your ear, you felt each word as if it was just a pulse of heat, and you knew that the answer was him. That's what you're looking for.

His presence alone was enough to stir a deep sense of comfort and security in you, as if he were a safe haven from the troubles of the world.

I take in the fresh air, allowing it to fill my lungs with a sense of calm.

Despite being blissfully unaware of everything around you while leaning against him, you felt this moment was akin to being embraced by the warmth of the sun. You knew it would be something you would never forget because of him.

“Anywhere, Steve, as far as the trees can tell me a story about the wind,” you replied.

Your eyes trail off into the distance, and you notice how brightly the sun is shining towards the trees and fairy lights interspersed among the trees. It was like a picture postcard, a vivid snapshot of beauty that seemed to come to life in front of your eyes. Turning your head back, you saw the most beautiful azure eyes that understood exactly what you were saying.

You felt Steve kiss your head and give a slight jerk with his hands, telling the horse to change direction.

You knew, deep in your heart, that this he is the person you had been searching for all these years.

He would be the one who would remain beside you, no matter what life throws at you. Even through the worst of times, he would stay beside you and support you - a true rider.

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fangirlinsweden · 8 months

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Just One Kiss: Part 20

Part 20: Trouble

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Flirting, entitled people, bitchiness, suggestive language and anxiety (think that is all)

Count: about 4700 words

Summary: You have been suspended from work and do not know what to do with yourself. Then in just a matter of hours, you find yourself on a plane to Montana to stay with people you have never met before. And as if that is not enough one of the men you are supposed to get to know is handsome enough to make your knees shake.

A/N: I do not know anything about the professions that are detailed in this story. I have googled most things I did not know and therefore there can be some inconsistency.

English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes.

And a big thank you to the amazing @dreamcatchernightsky not only for giving great support and helping me stay motivated but also for the amazing dividers for this story. You are AMAZING!

I also want to give a big thanks to @banditthewriter & @kaunis-sielu & @maw000 for their support! Thank you!

And a big thank you to my incredible Cat for being my beta reader! As well as @dreamcatchernightsky

You did not really know what to do when the bus came with the people for the cattle drive. It felt wrong greeting them together with Steve and Peter, but the two stood wide apart and it did not look inviting at all. The fight they had earlier had put up a kind of wall between them. Nat was in her room on the phone with work, and you did not know when she would be coming down. Steve had booked a bus to take everyone from town out to the ranch. You had heard him muttering something about not wanting too many cars on the ranch but had not questioned it any more than that. Peter had a clipboard with the names of the people who had booked the cattle drive as well as what room they would be staying in that night.

First out of the bus when it stopped was a middle-aged couple who were holding hands. The man stepped out first and held on to the woman as she stepped out. The man was dressed as you would assume a college professor would be dressed. He had a square jawline and his features were well defined. He was clean-shaven and had short hair with some grey in it, but it made him more handsome. The woman had long black hair that was up in a ponytail and she had a bit of a stern look on her face. That, matched with her all-black clothing, made her give off a no-nonsense vibe. But when she looked at her husband, the smile she gave him really soften her features. You took a step toward them. “Welcome to Rogers Ranch.” You smiled and held out your hand since neither Peter nor Steve were doing anything. “Thank you,” the man said and shook your hand. “I’m Phil Coulson and this is my wife, Melinda.” “Pleased to meet you,” you smiled and shook Melinda’s hand. “Peter, over there, has a clipboard with all the room assignments and he will cross you off the list.. He also has a schedule you can look at.” They smiled and walked over to Peter. You wanted to go over there and see to it that Peter and Steve played good hosts, but the next pair was already stepping off the bus.

This time it was a man around your age that stepped out. He looked around to assess the surroundings. It gave you time to study him. He had a strong jawline and a kind of squared face. His dark brown hair caught some sun and it almost looked like there was some red in it. But when he turned around and helped the woman after him down the steps, he smiled and it made his face look so much more relaxed. There was no mistaking that they were a couple. The woman smiled at the man; she looked a bit younger than him. Her heart-shaped face had almond-shaped eyes and a straight nose. Her skin was glowing and it almost looked like her eyes were shining. She had long curly hair that is a mix of honey and light brown. She let out kind of a laugh when she looked around and her smile was warm and contagious. All you could think was that she was someone that everybody would want in their life t. They walked together towards you and you noticed that the man had a slight limp. “Welcome to Rogers Ranch,” you greeted them and held out a hand. The woman walked forward and took your hand. “Thank you. This place looks amazing,” she smiled. “We’re Daisy and Daniel.” She looked back to Daniel and he only had eyes for Daisy. “I am Y/N,” you smiled at them and nodded toward Peter, Steve, and the first couple you had talked to. “Peter, over there with the clipboard, has what rooms you have been assigned, will cross you off as having arrived as well as show you the schedule.” They nodded and walked over to Peter.

Another couple walked out of the bus. This time it was the woman who walked out first. The woman was wearing jeans and a tailored dark blue jacket. Her face was oval and her light skin had a healthy glow. She looked young, but at the same time as though she had seen more than her share of hard times. Her light brown hair was up in a high ponytail. Behind her, a young man, about the same age as the woman, came out. The man looked around, kind of quickly, side to side. He had a square-shaped face with high cheekbones. There was a small amount of stubble on his face, but it suited him. Even though he was dressed in dark pants and a long-sleeved light blue shirt, his dark brown hair was slightly messy and disheveled. The woman started walking towards you but noticed that the man was still standing just outside the bus looking around. “Come on, Leo,” the woman said and looked over at him. Her accent made you realise that she came from England. “Yeah, I just need to tie my shoes,” Leo answered and crouched down. The woman walked over to you. “Welcome to Rogers Ranch.” She smiled brightly at you and before you could say another word she started talking. “Thank you so much,” she gushed and looked around. “We wanted to try something new, and then Leo found this on some website and we booked it. Leo loves old western movies and I love to ride, so this is a great way to do something new.” “Yeah,” you said, not really knowing what to say. “Oh, sorry,” the woman said. “I’m Jemma.” “Hi Jemma, I am Y/N,” you replied. “Peter over there will have room assignments and a schedule.” “Thank you,” Jemma answered and walked towards Peter, Steve, and the other people who had arrived. Steve was talking with Phil and Daniel and seemingly enjoying himself. You turned your attention back towards the bus and saw that Leo was finished with his shoes and looking around again. He saw that Jemma had moved over to Peter, so he gave you a small wave before he walked towards Jemma. As Leo walked away, two men exited the bus. The first man is tall, built, and muscular. With his square-shaped face, long blond hair, and piercing blue eyes, he could have been a Norse god, or a Viking. He was dressed in light jeans, a black t-shirt and a tan jacket. The man that stepped out behind him almost looked like his opposite, still tall, but he was lean instead. He had black hair that was slicked back, and was dressed in black suit with a green shirt under. He did not look like a man dressed for being on a ranch. Both men came forward at the same time, and you smiled at them. “Welcome to Rogers Ranch. I am Y/N and it's a pleasure to have you here.” You smiled and held out your hand. “The pleasure is all ours,” the tall, slender man said with an accent that you couldn’t really place, and took a grandiose bow before he took your hand and kissed it. It made you blush and you didn’t really know how to respond. The other man takes your hand from the slender man. “Please excuse my brother, fair lady,” the man said, and also placed a kiss on your hand. “We are not accustomed to such beauty to greet us.” It made you blush even more. “Oh, well thank you.” You tried not to look over at Steve and kept your mind on the two extremely handsome men in front of you. This attention was flattering to say the least, but your heart belonged to Steve. “I am Loki,” said the dark haired man. “And this is my brother, Thor.” The names told you that you were kind of right about Thor being a Viking.

Peter looked on as the two men were flirting with Y/N and he could almost hear Steve grind his teeth. He did not know how Steve could stand there talking with Phil and Daniel about the farm, and still keep an eye on Y/N, but somehow he did. A part of Peter really hoped that Steve would walk over there and toss Y/N over his shoulder and walk away. However, Peter also knew that Steve had more manners and control than that. Still, Peter wished that someone else was seeing Steve’s behaviour. That's when Peter saw a couple of knowing smiles, between the people around them. Looking from Steve to Y/N. It made Peter almost giddy. His plan might actually work.

After getting both Loki and Thor to go over to Peter and the rest of the gang, two women stepped out of the bus, looking as if they had been to a costume shop before coming there. Both had tight dark blue jeans, and white tight tank tops on as well as short-sleeved flannels that were tied at the waist. The woman that had long, dark hair and an oval shaped face was dressed in gingham that was hot pink and white. On her head she had a hot pink stetson, with a sparkly black buckle accented band. The other woman with long, golden hair and a more heart-shaped face, wore white and sultry red. She had on a black stetson, with a red sparkly buckle accented band. Together they walked over to you. “Welcome to-” was all you got out before the woman with golden hair held a finger in the air. “We've been waiting in the bus for someone to help us with our luggage forever” She had kind of a pout on her lips. “Don’t you know the meaning of customer service?” the other woman crossed her arms, while the first woman looked you up and down. You felt like you were once again standing in front of the mean girls at school, and did not really know what to say. “I am sorry.” You cleared your throat and looked over to the group that stood a bit away, trying to get either Peter or Steve for some help. But they were immersed in conversation. “This is not a luxury hotel, this is a working ranch.” You tried saying it with your normal calm voice. One of the women kind of scoffed. “Of course, we know it's a ranch,” the woman with golden hair said. “That’s why we are here. For all the cowboys.” The women looked around and you felt lost. What were they planning? “So where are they?” the woman with the dark hair asked and started to look around. Then they saw Steve and Peter and just left you standing there. You looked after them before sighing and following. The women had not said their names and so far all they seemed to be were trouble.

Two women came over to Peter but started to ogle Steve. He could see them looking him up and down, and he felt like he was cattle in an auction. Y/N came over as well, which made the two men, Loki and Thor, turn to her and talk. They seemed to have questions about the farm and Y/N seemed to be happy to answer them. The bus driver had put out all the bags from the luggage compartment under the bus and placed them on the ground. He waved goodbye to Steve and left. Steve was at a loss, he did not really know if he should leave, or what he should do. He did not like the two men talking to Y/N so he wanted to stay close to her, but the two women made him uncomfortable. The way they were looking at him was like he was a tall glass of water and they were thirsty. He looked at Y/N again and she met his eyes and smiled, which made him realise that he could not leave Peter and her together with all these guests. As if Y/N read his thoughts she clapped her hands. Maybe she just saw the panic in his eyes? “Peter and I will now show you to your rooms, so you can get settled,” she said when she got everyone's attention. “But what about the hot cowboys?” the woman with golden hair pouted. Steve saw something come over Y/N's face but then it disappeared just as fast. “Steve has to go check on some things, but he will be back later,” Y/N said, winking at him. It was as if she was giving him an out, a way to disappear from this. How could she know that it was just what he needed? He had just thought he could not leave them, but now she kind of gave him permission. Was it strange how a woman like that had caught his heart? He winked back and said his goodbyes. It felt both wrong and right to go. When he turned around he saw that both Thor and Loki were walking close beside Y/N towards all the bags on the ground. Something that Loki said made her laugh and Steve wanted to go over there and claim her in front of them all, to make the men leave her alone. Steve cursed under his breath and walked towards the barn. When he meet Bucky just outside the barn, the man gave him a smirk, showing Steve that his friend knew exactly what was going on in his head.

Y/N looked after Steve as he walked away. You could almost see how the tension left his body in stages the further he went from the group. You looked away from his retreating form and turned to the group of people who seemed to wait for you to take charge. “Let's get your bags and we will show you to your rooms,” you smiled and made a gesture to where the bags had been dropped off by the bus driver. Thor and Loki walked step by step with you, one on either side. “I think I hear a New York accent in your voice,” Thor smiled at you, and you nodded. “Born and raised.” “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” Loki said. It made you laugh, it seemed like both Thor and Loki would be providing a bit of comedy during the trip. “That's a long story,” you answered after a while, not wanting to go into depth in how you got here. “We have the time,” Thor smiled at you. “All week,” Loki agreed and you knew that they were flirting with you. And sure they were both handsome and all, but you only had eyes for one man. Which was Steve. Before you can say something to answer you were called by Peter. He did not have a question, instead he only asked if you were okay. Which you were, but it warmed your heart that he cared to ask.

At the bags, everyone took theirs except the two women that you still did not have a name for. “I don’t understand why there isn’t a big strong cowboy that can carry my bags?” The woman with dark brown hair pouted and looked around as if a cowboy would just appear. “I agree with Lorelei,” said the woman with golden hair. Well, now you at least had one name for the woman. “This is not some luxury vacation,” you explained. “This is a working ranch and you have signed up for a cattle drive. This means that you will have to pull your own weight and take care of your own luggage as well as other responsibilities, as it said on the website where you booked your travel.” You noticed that around you the other people are nodding. This was one of the things Peter had actually put on the website. “If you rather have a luxurious vacation, you should have gone to a spa,” Peter added, and the women looked at you with crossed arms. But you were not going to back down. It was not your job to carry bags or cater to their fantasy of what they were going to experience here. “But,” started Lorelei and almost had a quiver on her lips. You almost expected Loki or Thor to come and help the women, but they don’t. They are standing some to the side pointing at the mountains in the distance and talking. “Come on,” the dark-haired woman said and took her bags. “We will probably be surrounded by hot cowboys as soon as we leave tomorrow, and then have the vacation we wanted.” Lorelei smiled at this and picked up her two dark red bags and the other took hold of her two hot pink ones.

You turned and together you walked into the house. Peter stopped everyone by the door and asked them to please take off their shoes upon entering and they all agreed, even if Lorelei and her friend grumbled some. Some part of you just knew that these two would be trouble, not only today but all throughout the trip. It also made you a bit anxious seeing how they had looked at Steve earlier. Were one or both of them going to make a move on him during the cattle drive? Was there any way you could make it so they wouldn't? You walked up the stairs and showed each couple to their room. Jemma and Leo had been assigned the room you had been sleeping in. Thor and Loki the room next to that and so on. Everyone seemed happy with their assigned rooms, but you could see that both Lorelei and her friend would not be happy with the twin beds in the same room and sharing a bathroom with two other people. “This is really not acceptable,” said the dark-haired woman and crossed her arms once again. Peter just shook his head, not really knowing what to say. “I agree with Amora,” said Lorelei. It started to get on your nerves and you really wanted to say something snippy at them, but decided against it. “This is what we have to offer,” you said, trying to sound nice. “I am sorry if it’s not up to your standards, but I can’t give you anything else.” “I want to talk to whoever runs this place,” Amora whined. Just then Nat came out of her room and looked over at you standing with Amora, Lorelei and Peter. “Is there a problem?” Nat asked and you almost wanted to sink to your knees in gratitude. Nat would be able to deal with this problem so much better than you. “Are you the owner?” Lorelei asked, looking Nat up and down. “I thought it was the cowboy before, Steve, that was the owner,” Amora looked Nat up and down as well. “This is a family ranch,” you tried to intervene. “Steve, Peter, and Nat are siblings.” “Hmph,” was the sound that came out of Amora's mouth. “What is the problem?” Nat asked again and you noticed that Melinda stood in the doorway to the room she and her husband were going to sleep in. It almost looked like she was ready to jump in if it was needed. “We don’t like our room,” Lorelei pouted and crossed her arms again. This time making sure that by doing so she pushed her breasts up even further making them look bigger. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Peter seemed to notice as well, because his face became a bit redder and he looked away. “I am sorry that you feel that way,” Nat countered. “This is what we have, if you don’t want to spend the night in one of the bunkhouses, but they are not clean for guests and you would have to share the bathroom with all the ranch hands.” There was a small gasp from Lorelei at the thought of that, and it did not sound like a happy gasp. “Or we could pitch the tent you will be sleeping in during the cattle-drive and you could sleep in that tonight, you know, to get used to it,” Nat added with a smirk. “We will take this room,” Amora got out and turned around into the room with her bags. “Did you know we would be sleeping in tents the whole week?” you heard Lorelei ask as she closed the door to the room. Amora's answer was not heard, but you figured it would not be a nice surprise if she did not know. Nat looked at you and smirked. “Trouble,” both she and you said at the same time. Peter just looked at the two of you and shook his head.

After everyone had settled into their rooms, it was time for the test to see how they were with horses. You had asked everyone to dress for interacting with the horses, and everyone changed clothes, except Amora and Lorelei. Instead of saying anything, Nat and you just went with it. Peter had gone ahead to help Wanda take out the horse to the paddock. Together you walked toward the stable and paddock. Once again, both Thor and Loki were keeping close to you asking questions. All, except Lorelei and Amora, were asking questions about the ranch. Since you learned a lot during your visit you could answer most of the questions, but some Nat answered as well. Seeing Wanda and Peter standing at the horses, a lot of people oohed wed and awed. “Oh horses,” Jemma sighed almost dreamingly. “But where are the cowboys?” Lorelei asked, clearly not happy. She sounded like a small child on the verge of a breakdown. “Or at least the handsome one from when we arrived?” Amora sounded just as happy as Lorelei. “They are busy,” Nat answered and walked over to the horses. Everyone followed and stood still looking at the horses. “To pair you up with the best horse for you during the cattle drive we need to know your riding abilities as well as how you handle a horse,” Peter said holding a notebook. After that he started to ask everyone their history with riding. As Steve and you had expected, there were some variations of who had ridden a lot and who had not. It took about an hour, but then you had a good understanding of who should ride which horse during the cattle-drive. It kind of surprised you how good Loki and Thor were with the horses, but they could easily be mistaken as someone who worked at the ranch, from what you could see.

You gathered everyone again and said that if they wanted to freshen up they could and then that it was time for dinner. You also informed them that after dinner there would be time for them to pack the saddlebags that were in their rooms since they were leaving early the next day. Almost directly after breakfast. Peter also said that if there were any questions about the packing or anything else, both him, Nat, and yourself would be available for questions. Everyone left to go wash up and it suddenly felt as if you could breathe again. Peter went to find Steve, while Nat and you walked into the kitchen to get something to drink and wash up.

Steve was pacing in his office. He had done what he needed to before the cattle drive the next day, but he was starting to feel a bit worried about the single people on the cattle drive. Both for Y/N's sake, but also for his sake. He wanted to claim her as his girlfriend in front of everyone, to stop any advances on Y/N from the men, but they had decided to keep it quiet a bit longer. So what were his options? There was a knock on his door and Peter walked in. “We are ready for dinner now,” he said and Steve nodded. “Is something wrong?” Peter asked when Steve seemed distracted. “He is worried about the male guests and their interest in Y/N,” Bucky's voice said from the open door. “And probably the women that were eying him like hungry tigers.” Bucky chuckled at the distressed look Steve got at those notions. “Oh, that,” Peter lifted his shoulders. “That is an easy fix.” Steve turned his gaze towards Peter. “How?” he asked, trying to understand what option Peter had. Tossing the four people off the ranch and paying them back? It was a thought he had earlier, but he had a feeling that Y/N would see that as some kind of caveman-style jealousy and maybe that he did not trust her. Which he did, but not being with her. Showing his love. “Just ask Y/N to fake a relationship with you during the cattle drive so that you will be left alone by Lorelei and Amora.” Peter said it as if it was the easiest thing in the world, and maybe it was. Fake a relationship with someone, nobody, or almost nobody, knew that you were in. To be able to kiss her, touch her. It sounded like a good idea. “It would also keep Thor and Loki from Y/N,” Peter shrugged again. “He has a good point,” Bucky smirked, and it told Steve that he probably knew that the relationship would not be a fake one. “Nat would never fall for it,” Steve breathed out. “I think she would, especially since Lorelei and Amora are really pushing her buttons,” Peter smiled and looked at Bucky who just nodded. “How do I tell her?” Steve asked and Bucky just lifted his hands. “Just tell her how uncomfortable you are with the two women and see what she says,” Peter smiled. “I can do that,” Steve nodded. It was his sister, even if she wanted to torment him, she would probably not want him to be tormented like this. He hoped.

Walking towards the worker's barracks the smell of grilled meat filled the air and you realised just how hungry you were. Most of the ranch workers were already sitting at the picnic tables talking. Frank stood by the grill looking powerful and in charge. He had a black apron on that had text on it, but you could not read what it said. You heard Lorelei and Amora walking just in front of you. “Oh, look at all the cowboys,” Lorelei all but purred. “This is what I am talking about,” Amora smiled, looking around. You rolled your eyes, something you had a feeling that you would have to do a lot when spending time with the two of them.

Standing with Wanda looking at the guest taking the food Frank had placed on a long table you looked forward to crawling down in bed and sleeping. Steve had come from the barn together with Bucky and Peter, but he had taken Nat aside and was talking with her. They were not close so you could hear, but it looked to be a serious conversation. It gave you a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you decided to ignore it and concentrate on something else. Now that you were closer to Frank you saw that his apron said: Mr Good Looking is doing the cooking. It made you smile, probably a gift from Billy. Amora and Lorelei were last in the queue and now face to face with Frank. You were so close that you could hear what they said. “You wereright about the good-looking part,” Amora winked at Frank, clearly liking what she saw. You felt bad for Frank, seeing as she looked ready to eat him up. This can not get any worse you thought, but then it did. “Where is the vegetarian food?” asked Lorelei. “The what?” asked Frank and crossed his arms. Trouble, you whispered to yourself before walking towards them.

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 2

Summary: Frank gets hurts. You can’t stand Richard and Linda

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

Rating: explicit

Warnings: oral sex (F receiving), language, broken bones, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.2K

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“So how are you and the cowboy?” Mindy smiles at you, stuffing a bite of eggs in her mouth. Your eyes go down to your plate, and you know your cheeks are heating up in embarrassment. You thought you and Frank had kept it relatively low key. “Hmm,” she begins shaking her head.

“There’s nothing going on between me and Frank,” the minute she picks up her cup of coffee and takes a sip, you know that somewhere you messed up. Thinking back at the nights that you had snuck into his room, while Bucky and Steve were off at some bar. Or sometimes he would sneak into your room, and you didn’t even bother with clothes. Although the latter was much more enjoyable, there was something sexy about the thought of a drunk Steve just walking in on the two of you.

“I never said anything about Frank. But, let’s see how I know there is something going on. For some reason, none of the other cowboys talk to you now. Half the time they won’t look at you, and some have even refused for you to work on them. Almost as if another one has staked a claim on you.”

“No!” Was that really what was going on? Had Frank somehow told the riders to not talk to you? To not even let you bandage them? “That…no…that’s not…”

“Or could be the fact that you tense up when it’s his turn to ride. Clench your fists, and when he actually rides the full eight seconds you get excited, only to gasp when he has to get off the damn bull,” were you making it that obvious? He was just supposed to be a fun time while you were on the road. Frank was’t the most romantic person, but he was fun, and a great lay.

“No, probably my favorite is hearing Steve talking about how you rode him for a lot longer than eight seconds. That he was a bucking bull, before he flipped you around and was riding you. Seriously? I tell you to stay away, and you’re fucking him in front of Steve?”

“First off, I am an adult, and I can fuck who I want. Secondly, Steve doesn’t know what he saw because he was passed out.”

“No, Steve is a slut. A proud slut, and we love him for it. Steve doesn’t care if the porn is on his phone or on the bed next to him. He can be slowly fading in and out of consciousness, but he’s going to hear you, and believe me, he’s watching. You have your own damn room. Ride your cowboy there.”

“It’s not that serious. It’s just…fun.”

“Mhmm,” she purses her lips, nodding her head. If it wasn’t so playful, you might be offended. “Frank isn’t a bad guy. He just…”

“I know. I’m only looking at this with me and Frank, just for what happens on the road. It’s not that serious. I can tell he’s very much involved with the rodeo. And I’m having fun. Sex is fun. Sex with him is fun and…oh, so good,” you get the biggest smile on your face imagining Frank over top of you. He seriously did know how to ride things. He proved it every single night you were together. “We giggle during sex.”

“Okay…that’s about enough to of that, so let’s go to that damned ole rodeo. We need to head out. Get everything set up. Let you have fun.”

“Ransom,” you giggle as he steps into the shower with you, “What are you doing?”

“Saving water,” he laughs right along with you, but that laughter turns into the softest neck kisses. His hands roam over your wet skin, pulling you closer to his body. “Hey,” he begins, pulling back, “You know that no matter what my parents say, that it’s not the way me and Harlan think, right?”

“Hon, if I cared about what Richard and Linda Drysdale thought, would I be with you? Hughie, all they want to do is split us up. It’s not happening. I’m not in a relationship with them, I’m with you,” you give him a quick peck to his lips. Rubbing your hands over his hips, before jerking him closer to you, and he wraps you up in his arms.

“I don’t care about them. I don’t even see them. I see you, and I see Harlan. And Linda and Richard can kiss my ass.”

“Mmm, I don’t want my dad anywhere near your ass,” he bends his knees, sinking down into the shower, and you whimper out his name, “What was that?”

“We’re supposed to be taking a shower.”

He lifts one of your legs up over his shoulder, and you lean back against the shower wall to brace yourself, staring down at him, but he only has his eyes on your glistening cunt. “You can take a shower. I’m going to have my dessert before supper. I need this Buns,” he softly coos before he buries himself in your folds. Flattening his tongue to lick up your slit. Moaning at the taste of you. Chuckling when you grab his hair by the roots and shove him even closer to your mound.

He knew you could never say no to him using your body to calm himself. And my god, if he didn’t know how to use his mouth. Sucking on your little nub until you couldn’t even look down at his pretty face. Head thrown back on the cold tile, while your voice sings out his praises. Fuck, he was a god with his mouth.

His hands grip tight to your ass cheeks as he grinds you over him. You were always just a mess on his mouth, no fingers needed. His teeth nibble on your swollen bundle of nerves, and you try to push him off you. He just clings tighter, “Ransom!” You gasp, and you could feel him smiling on your sex, he wanted you to be pliant. Pushing you past your limits.

“Ransom!” Screaming his name like a crazed mad woman. “Ahh!” He finally slows when your entire body starts trembling. Pulling himself out from in between your thighs, he wipes his face against your skin. Your labored breaths make your chest heave, and he just smiles so serenely up at you.

“Just remember, there’s more to that when we get back home. You know they make me angry, so I’m going to have to fuck you into the bed. But I’ve got you good and relaxed, so be a good girl at dinner, okay?” You nod your head slightly, and he stands up from the shower floor. Kissing all the way up your skin. “You look like you need a drink of water?”

“Don’t be an asshole, I’m coming down from my high.”

“Oh, you were definitely coming,” you playfully smack at him, and he laughs, “Mmm, and that taste is going to linger on my tongue for the rest of the evening. I’m gonna need that.”

“Yeah, whatever you need, Hughie.”

“And don’t call me that in front of anyone. You think you can behave in front of my mother?”

Your hand drifts down the front of his chest. Tickling over his smooth chest, giving his nipple a quick squeeze, and running over the mountains and valleys of his abs. Sinking lower, until you cup his balls, “You think she can not make disgusting comments about my boyfriend? I don’t give a shit what Linda thinks about me.”

“I think she never saw me being with someone like you,” you cock up an eyebrow, and smile at him. “I mean…I don’t think she ever saw someone that would give it to her right back. You intimidate her.”

“And I won’t let her say disgusting things about my boyfriend, and her son,” puckering up your lips, you let him give you a chaste kiss, “I love you, Ransom, you know that right?”

“You make sure to tell me everyday. And I love you, too.”

You nervously watch as Frank climbs into the chute with the bull. Looking towards you, making sure you were watching. You always were anxiously watching. It was your job, but with Frank, you watched his every move when he saddles onto the bull. Watching as Steve and Bucky help him get his hand wrapped up. He gives another look over to you, flicking his hat with the biggest smile. Taking a deep breath as he looks down at the bull, “Okay boys! Okay!”

The gate opens up and the bull is brutal with the bucking. You grab tightly to Mindy’s arm as you watch nervously. He always looked like a rag doll in these moments. It is painful looking as his body is thrown around, arm slinging in the air, and then the whistle blows for the eight seconds, and you rejoice.

It was short lived as Frank struggles to get off the bull, and when he does the bull bucks on his body a few steps, and you jump up, running to the side of the pin as the clowns move the bull away from him. No one wants to let you past the gate as you watch scared for him to be carried off.

“Where’s my Bunny?” He screams over the clowns. “Shit! Dammit! Bunny!” Mindy gives you a quick head shake, but you don't care. If everyone already knew that you and Frank were fucking, then so be it. You rush over to his side, and grab at his arm, “They’re taking me to the hospital, what’s my score?”

“Frank, shut up,” his dirty gloved hand wipes away your tears that you weren’t aware was leaking down your face.

“No. No, that was a good ride. You were my good luck charm. Must be all that extra riding practice I’ve been getting,” you roll your eyes, holding tight to his hand as you wait for his score. Even the paramedics were trying to urge him to leave. “I ain’t doing it. Can I take her with me? She’s my favorite nurse. If you’re taking me to the hospital, I need a private one.”

“And what a ride for Frank Adler. Best score of the night, that cowboy is walking away with an eighty-nine!”

Frank pulls you down, until he’s crashing his mouth into yours for a bruising kiss. Letting the entire rodeo know that he was spoken for. Not caring about what anyone might say. He had claimed you, and he claimed you for everyone to see. “Now, take me to the hospital. I need someone to ride with me though. I’m a baby. I volunteer, Bunny to go.”

“Ma’am, you got a problem with that?” You shake your head no, and follow him to the ambulance. Waving back at Mindy who was just as shocked as you were with the public display of affection from Frank. A declaration of him finally being off the market.

“Oh,” Linda groans as you walk into Harlan’s home with Ransom. She had opted to open the door, and was disgusted at seeing you on her son’s arm. “I thought you were given the night off?”

“She was. She’s here with me,” Ransom holds you even tighter to his body, while Linda looks you up and down with disgust. You could almost see her judging comments on your dress, your shoes, the way you styled your hair, and even your manicure. “Don’t,” Ransom warns, pulling you into the house.

“There’s my favorite people,” Harlan smiles as you and Ransom go into the sitting room. Leaning over you give Harlan a kiss to his cheek. “It’s always so refreshing to see you like this,” he looks up at Ransom beaming with pride as he walks you over to a seat. “Ransom, go make you and Bunny a drink.”

While Ransom heads to the bar cart, Harlan leans in closer to you, “So you’re taking Ransom out west?” Ransom wasn’t going to quit talking about where you grew up, until he went out there. You had reservations, but it made him so happy to plan the trip out. “Are you going to make him wear boots and feed the horses?”

“Oh, please,” Richard answers, sitting across from you. “Like my son would ever lift a finger to do any manual labor.”

“Hmm, that’s funny considering he was helping me put together a shelf. He’s willing to try and learn.”

“Did it fall apart?” Ransom sets his cup on the cart a bit too hard, while his father smirks at him. “I’m sorry, Ransom, you know you’re just no good.”

God, you hated his pompous ass. Ransom brings you the drink, but you set it down on the coffee table, so you could wrap your arm around him. You were thankful that Richard and Linda had Ransom, but you also wondered why such vile humans that acted like they hated their son, would even have a child. “Ransom is always a big help around the house.”

“Ransom has been quite a big help around here,” Harlan winks at you, and turns towards his grandson. “He’s been doing a lot lately. I’m very proud of him. He’s making big moves,” Ransom’s cobalt blue eyes look up at Harlan, and you lean a bit on his shoulder, “I’m proud of you, son. You’re doing a lot of work that people don’t even realize. It’ll be good for you in the long run.”

“Would you be a dear and check on dinner?” Linda smiles over at you, but Harlan shakes his head no. “Well, she is part of the help.”

“Tonight, she is a guest. She is not working currently. And if she was you would still speak to her with respect. But tonight, she is my guest, and Ransom’s date. You go and check on dinner,” Linda takes a sip of her drink, staring at nothing at all. Ransom grabs at your knee and starts rolling his fingers on it. Nervously about to say something snarky that wasn’t even worth it. “Now, Linda,” sucking her cheeks in, she stomps into the kitchen, and Ransom finally relaxes a bit.

He was nothing like them. While the first time you met Ransom, he had a lot to be desired. But now after two years later, and one of those you had been dating Ransom, you know where his attitude came from. His idiotic parents. He was never given a chance to be the man that he had the potential to be. They undercut him every chance they could. Degraded him like it was a sport, but to you, Ransom was perfect. A gentleman, and he was always there. He never left you for someone or something else.

Ransom had proven more times than not that he was reliable. He loved with every fiber of his being, and he was simply, just perfect. You give him a quick kiss to his shoulder, getting his attention back on you. Mouthing, “Hughie,” it wasn’t for anyone but him, but the way his forehead relaxes, and he leans back into you made you feel better. Ransom deserved better than his parents. He turned out to be a good man, despite their lack of involvement.

You just had to take a deep breath, and get through the rest of the evening. Ending the night either reassuring Ransom that he was worth it, or let him use your body to take out his aggression. Just a couple of hours, and you and him was going home.

“You’re going to have to take some time off,” Frank glares up at the doctor, shaking his head, “Mr. Adler, you broke four ribs, you’ve got severe bruising to your hip, and…”

“I know my injuries, but riding is my life. I just had a good ride, I can’t get out of the season yet.”

“I’m very sorry. Take some time off. Enjoy your company,” the doctor’s eyes rake over you, giving Frank a sigh, “I’m sorry. Be happy you have someone that cares about your well being. Do you think he should ride?” You look away from Frank when you shake your head no. The last thing that he needed was to get on the back of a bucking bull.

“You think I need time off?” He asks the moment the doctor leaves. “Just throw away my season like that?”

“What good are you doing to your season if you get on a bull, and you can’t stay on because of your ribs? Frank, the last thing I want is for you to give up on this season. Rodeos aren’t every weekend. You take a couple weeks off, you go back rested, and better.”

“Fine,” he groans, reaching over to pull him closer to you, “I’ll take time off, if you become my personal nurse. I really really could use some massages. You can come back home to my family’s ranch. Meet the parents. Show you the land,” he gives you a pitiful little shoulder shrug, and you get the biggest smile on your face, “Don’t make something big outta this.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Franklin. We’re just going to your family’s ranch. That’s all,” cupping your cheek he runs his finger over your lips, and you start sinking lower to him. He was intoxicating, and you weren’t sure why. Didn’t know what this magnetic pull to him was. But you didn’t care, you were just living in the moment.

“I’m really really going to need babied the next couple of weeks. Like…it’s all up to you. I can’t do anything, I’m broken.”

“I’m going to break your ass in if you don’t kiss me,” whispering right up against his lips, you get a bit closer.

“Or I could break in your ass?” You shake your head no, and press your lips against his gently. “Not even just a little bit?”

“No. Get some rest. You get to leave tomorrow.”

“And then you become my personal nurse? Yeah, I like that idea, Bunny,” his eyes start to flutter close, and you give him a quick kiss to his forehead. You would have to leave him when there was a rodeo, but you would help him out when you could. He did look quite adorable, doped up and sleepy. Just another part of Frank that had melted your heart.

“Hey, mama,” Frank steps into his parents house, pulling you along with him.

“Oh, hey, baby,” she rushes out to give him a hug, but with a grunt at her squeezing she pulls back. “Oh, you must be the famous not buckle Bunny? My Franklin has told me all about you. Well, come on in. Frank, get her some tea.”

“I’m hurt.”

“And you walked your happy little ass in here. Get her some tea. Or would you prefer water?” You let her know tea was fine, and Frank walks off to the kitchen to get you something to drink. “Now, don’t worry, Frank doesn’t live here. He lives in the apartment above the garage. It gives him some privacy, plus he’s not far away to help his dad. He does work really hard; chopping wood, helps with the cattle, makes sure the horses are well taken care of. Oh, if I embarrassed you, I apologize. Name is Evelyn by the way. You can call Evie. Oh, Franklin, you’re a peach,” his mother was proud of him for doing even the simplest of things, including getting you some tea.

“How are you feeling son? Still a bit sore?”

“Yes,” he puts on some fake misery as he sits down beside you. “This one wouldn’t let me do the next rodeo. I have to sit and watch. But, she is allowing me to go. Ow,” he giggles when you pinch him. “Mama, I’m kinda tired. I think we’re going to go ahead and take our things to the apartment.”

“Okay, supper is at six. And I know Black Jack would love to see you,” she calls out to Frank as he guides you to his apartment. The second you get out of her eyesight, you turn to smile at Frank. His mom was adorable.

“Nope. Don’t say it. I know, I got a mom that loves me so much, and I am a mama’s boy. It is what it is. And she’s right. I need to see Black Jack. You wanna ride?”

“Frank, no!”

“Black Jack is the most docile horse ever. He’s always been an old man. Come on,” pulling at your hand he takes you out the barn, and walks you to his stall. Clicking his tongue on the way until you see the most handsome of horses. “Hey buddy,” Frank says softly, leaning his forehead against Black Jack, “We’re gonna saddle you up, and we’re going to show Miss Bunny over here the special place, okay?” Black Jack nods his head a moment, and you reach up to pet him as well.

“Black Jack was my first and only horse. We got more, but he…he’s the best. Aren’t ya, buddy? Will you let her saddle you? I’m a bit broken, and my nurse says that I can’t do anything. She won’t even let me ride her,” Black Jack whinnies, and looks over at you blowing air out his snout. “Don’t be hard on her. Maybe I’ll let her ride me.”

“Frank!” He was ridiculous. “You act like because we haven’t had sex in a few days that you’re going to die. Black Jack, you tell him that if he doesn’t know how to behave I won’t even suck on his carrot.”

“Aw, man,” Frank throws his head back, and the horse gets excited hoofing the floor, “You said his favorite treat, and then compared my dick to one. Alright, alright, I’ll get you a carrot, and you can eat it, while you get saddled. And you…will suck on my carrot. Ugh, I don’t know if I like the way that sounds. Kinda leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

“And this right here,” Frank pulls on the reins to halt the horse, gesturing out into a clearing surrounded by trees. “This is where I’ve always wanted a house. This is the special place,” he was trying to be smooth, dropping the rein to rest his hand too high up on your thigh.

“Would have a two story with a wrap around porch. Annoying little kids running around, and there would be no one around. Wouldn’t have to worry about them. Look at that tree, isn’t it perfect for a tire swing. It’s still on Adler land, but it’s got its own privacy.”

“You like keeping things private?” You ask, turning to the side to look back at him.

“Well, I’d prefer it, yeah. There’s something so fucking hot about Steve trying to see us fucking though.”

“Oh, really?” His eyes drift down to your lips, and he gives you a head nod.

“Really. But those nights alone in your room when I just get to see your tits bouncing with every thrust into you,” his hand dips down lower, and he starts palming you over your jeans. Leaning into you. His tongue dips past your lips, and you suck on the muscle. A sweet moment was turning way too hot, and you were still on the back of the horse.

“But of course,” he pulls back from your mouth, his hand pulling at the reins. “I honestly have nothing, and no idea where I was taking this conversation. But the way you were moaning in my mouth, I needed it to stop. I’m going to hold out on you for as long as you hold out on me.”

“Is that a challenge, Frank Adler?”

“I believe it is.”

“Hmm, well, it’s a good thing I brought my vibrator.”

“Wait a minute,” Frank gives your shoulder a quick nibble as he leads the horse back to the house, “You were going to masturbate in the shower?”

“No, I was going to masturbate lying right beside you.”

“Ugh…or you could let me use it on you? Or even get you off on my fingers? I mean just because I can’t have sex, doesn’t mean one of us shouldn’t get off, right? Am I right?”

“Are you putting up your white flag already?”

“Yeah. I failed. You could just ride my face. That’s completely nowhere near my ribs. Wouldn’t that be fun?” Giggling, you try to ignore his constant sexual talk. Trying to look at the property, and not get too attached. You didn’t want to ask how many women he had brought out here. Didn’t want to know how many women have saddled up on Black Jack with him. You just wanted to enjoy this moment for what it was.

“Frank, I need a nap.”

“And I need pussy.”

“Stop that,” you smack at his thigh. “Surely there’s more we can do besides sex.”

“Is it as fun though?”

“The more rest you get, the sooner you get back on the saddle.”

“Mmm, can I get back in your saddle,” there was no use. No matter what you said, it was constantly going to go back to sex. So instead you lean back on his chest, and close your eyes. Taking a deep breath as the setting sun warms your skin. No drama, no road, no friends always with you, it was just you and Frank, and the horse. You could get too used to this moment, and that scared you. But, you also believed with the right woman that Frank would fall for her instead of the rodeo. Maybe. You just didn’t know if that was you or not.

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Horse Riding Lesson

For @steggyfanevents & the Saturday at the Stork Club. Let's pretend I'm not hella late with this

Inspired by the amazing @ayeti's art

Steve’s knowledge of skills had gotten him this far in life. Until he ends up working for Cowboy Carter and she learns that he can’t ride a horse. Naturally, she offers to teach him.

The look Peggy gave him could only be described as skepticism. It made him want to squirm on the spot, instead, he focused on the job he was hired to do, and that was to care for Cowboy Carter’s horse, Atlas. He deserves this look because his confession couldn’t have come at the worst time.

In exchange for a few warm meals and a safe place to sleep, Steve was hired to tend to Peggy’s property and run minor errands. They’ve spent years together, tending to one another when they were sick or injured, ending up fostering feelings for one another. It came as no surprise when Peggy had asked if he’d like to join her in going to a neighboring town and mentioned taking the scenic route.

He was sure much more had been said, but his ears were roaring at that point and the confession came tumbling from his lips before he could stop it.

“Let me get this straight,” she said, in a not unkind manner, following after him. “You’re a stableboy by trade, technically, and yet you’ve never ridden a horse? I’m afraid I can not see how that’s possible. You know how to do so many things, things I’m rusty in or lack the patience to do, and yet riding a horse isn’t one of them?”

“That’s correct,” he shrugged, turning his focus back on the duties at hand. It helped to have his hands busy. “I’ve never ridden a horse in my life, I don’t see why this is a hard fact to accept. My job in caring for these amazing creatures has nothing to do with riding them.”

She was quiet for a moment, pondering over his answer. “If you don’t mind me asking - why is that? You’re not afraid of horses, else you wouldn’t take a job that involved tending to them.”

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Steve x Peggy #i hate that this is late and i'm so/so on it #and my pain levels haven't helped me sleep much #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Cowboy AU #Cowboy Peggy Carter

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I feel like this is Thick thighs save lives. One of the boys decorated the horse stall to replicate city lights so she feels at home and has music playing and they connect a little more.

Ari, Steve & Bucky wished it was easier to keep you distracted and away from the ranch. Having Hal take you to town and spoil you for the day wasn’t as easy as they had anticipated, not since you’d confessed to feeling torn between the buzz of the city and the lights that captivated you, and the peaceful quiet lull of a country night.

They were trying to sway you to the quietude of the ranch and the homeliness of the country. They were trying to sway you to stay with them in the peaceful atmosphere, selfishly of course, and had made a ploy to win you over with a barnyard dance. It was an effort they knew they wouldn’t be wasted, whether you went back to the city or stayed in their small ranching town they would give you the world.

“They’re on the way.” Bucky stepped into the barn, watching the last Edison light being hooked before he stepped in front of Steve to straighten his hat. “Hal said little miss city girl is antsy.”

“She’s being torn in two different directions. Does she stay in the city and go long distance or stay here?” Ari surmised, sympathizing with you and your inner turmoil. “We all know what we want-“

“I want her to be happy, Ari. Whether that’s here-” Steve was silenced by a knock on the barn wall, the sound setting him in his place by the side before the quickened tug sent the door opening.

“Hal I just want-“

“-to dance?” Hal’s hand slid down, resting upon your lower back. “In a barn?”

You turned your head, eyes growing twice in size as you looked around the magnificent barn. It was transformed into a wonderland, a breathtaking world of romance with synthesized starlit roof. It was nothing like you had ever seen before and the first few steps you’d taken had felt like you were walking on air.

You moved forward and stopped, a bright smile on your face as you studied the world around you. You didn’t understand why Hal was so insistent on taking you off the property and keeping you in town, but now you knew.

“You did this for me?” Your question was soft as you reached for Ari, hand resting upon his chest. “You all did this for me?”

A song began to play in the background and a pair of hands rest on your hips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you and your cowboy began to sway, soon joined by another who had held your hands and trapped you between their bodies.

You were transported, taken away from the dusty barn floor to the clutch of stars that were going to have a hold on you. You were in a place so close to heaven it made you feel otherworldly.

“Whatever you decide,” a hand clutched your chin and tilted your gaze to his own, “we’re here for you. Wherever you go, we go.”

Remember when…

“How can I possibly leave you?” You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. “I can’t…not a single city in this whole world could be better than this barn.”

“You’ll stay?” Steve whispered in your ear, switching off with another. “Here? With us?”

“Every day for the rest of my life…” you leaned, resting your forehead against his chest.

“Sounds like marriage vows, city girl. Are you wanting to marry us, sweet omega?” Hal teased, drawing a hand down your back.

“If you’ll have me.”

#thick thighs save lives #thick thighs save lives series: gif drabble #alpha!Hal Carter x reader #cowboy!bucky barnes x reader #cowboy!steve rogers x reader #cowboy!ari levinson imagine #cowboy!steve rogers imagines

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Epilogue: Until The Cows Come Home

Summary: Five years post the final battle, Life at Avengers Ranch is pretty sweet

Warnings: Language, smut (NSFW) 18+

Pairing: Cowboy Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader. Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any of the characters contained within this series bar the Reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. I do not give permission for this to be translated and/or reposted on any other platforms. Reblogs are fine: Sharing is caring.

By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: So here it is! The epilogue. I hope you enjoy. As of now, I have no plans really to continue but…perhaps if the muse strikes we might see a few one shots to follow up.

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“My grandad told me about a cowboy he knew, once. We’re going way back to the forties here. He rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar, pulled his gun, and fired a shot right into the air.” Clint made a gun motion with his fingers and mimed the action.

“Way to make friends an influence people.” Pete rolled his eyes.

“Well, it was his horse, ya know, valuable commodities in those days. They still are.” Clint shrugged, “So, he goes back into the bar, kicking off, demanding to know which snake had taken his horse. No one answered, so he says that he’s gonna have one more beer, and if his horse ain’t back outside by the time he finished his drink, that he’s gonna ‘do what I dun in Texas, and I don’t like to have to do what I dun in Texas…’” Clint mimicked a southern accent and cleared his throat. “Some of the locals start shifting a little, ya know, nervous like. Anyway, true to his word, he has another beer, heads outside and his horse has been returned.”

“So, that’s it?” Bucky frowned, “that’s the point of this story?”

“Pretty much.” Clint shrugs, “he saddled up, and started to ride out of town. He hasn’t got more than a few yards though, when the bartender comes out and asks ‘say, partner, before you go…what happened in Texas?’ Dude tips his Stetson as he looks back and says, ‘I had to walk home’.”

There was a moment of silence, before the group groaned collectively, as Clint laughed. Bucky threw the crust of his sandwich at Clint’s head.

“That is the stupidest joke I’ve ever heard.”

Steve snorted, listening to the guys banter as he leaned back against the tree trunk, his hat pulled down over his face. It had been a busy few days, moving the herd back down to the summer pastures and getting ready to bale the hay and silage that would see them through the winter. But he wasn’t complaining. In fact, he hadn’t complained about much over the past 5 years or so.

Well, bar Bucky being a persistent pain in his ass, but what else was new?

In the months that followed the battle, Fury had been appointed interim president of the WSC and had been permanently installed following a term of elections, for two terms running now. As such, the World Security Council had made good on its promise. Each state had their own elected representatives, and the divide which had separated red and blue states had been torn down.

Of course, some states still held conservative views, but even in those areas things had gotten much better for Omegas. Because their basic human rights had been secured through the Omega Rights Act at a federal level, something they failed to do the first time round due to the WSC preferring the appeasement method. Now, violation of those rights was punishable by law, no matter where you were, although how much it was enforced was anyone’s guess and varied, again state to state.

It wasn’t perfect, but then again nothing was. And it had been met in some instances with violent opposition, but that had been quashed pretty quickly. Some had been in favour of a more gradual overhaul, suggesting that each state should be allowed to install their own laws around Alphas, Betas and Omegas, as a sort of half-way house with a view to eventually changing the overall attitudes of people.

But, as Tony said in his speech when he was elected as the Senator for Montana, “sometimes you gotta run before you can walk.”

Essentially, it was all that they could have hoped for, and whilst it wasn’t perfect, it was a damned site better than it had been. Steve's shield and suit, and indeed the rest of the Avengers’ weapons and kit remained untouched, gathering dust in the armoury.

Things had even taken a turn for the better at the ranch. It was bringing in good money, both from the cattle and the sudden tourism boost, people flocking to see the battle grounds where the latest Civil War had taken place. This, in turn, had seen an expansion to the ‘Dude Ranch’. Although Steve hadn’t been particularly on board with that idea at first, he’d quickly been talked around.

As such, life for all the Avengers Ranch and everyone else in Stark Wood was good. In fact, life all round was good, but from a selfish point of view, the former was all Steve really gave a damned about now.

His mind strayed to you, and a soft smile spread across his face. Married now, you bore his name and his rings. More symbolic than anything, given the fact you were bonded beyond the normal ties of a bond anyway. But he’d wanted to show you exactly what you meant to him. Following his casual proposal, the night you’d returned home to the ranch, he’d done it properly a few weeks later. The pair of you had taken a ride up to the top of the hills and he’d gotten down on one knee at sunset, offering you his Mom’s ring. Which you’d tearfully accepted.

You’d married in the same place, the following summer, Thor overseeing the ceremony in his ordained state as Sheriff, and then you and your friends had partied long into the night in the huge tent on the grounds of the ranch.

Steve had kept good on his word too. Once he felt it was safe, the pair of you had gone to Texas where you’d visited your mama’s grave and told her you were okay, laying a bunch of her favourite wildflowers by her headstone. And then, you’d located Colin’s. Tactfully, Steve kept his distance there and allowed you to say a proper goodbye to your previous alpha. You’d told Colin (or at least you’d spoken to his modest headstone) all about your job at the ranch, how you worked shifts at the Vet clinic with Banner. You’d chuckled when you’d explained how you were still the one doing the books because your Alpha was just as bad at it as he had been…and you’d finished by thanking him for his sacrifice which meant you were alive today, and living the best possible life you could. Whether Steve believed in the afterlife or not, it had clearly made you feel better having said a proper goodbye, and who was he to deny you that?

He’d deny you nothing. He’d give you the moon and the stars in the sky to make you happy.

A boot kicking at the sole of his foot jerked Steve from his daydream, and he tipped his hat to look upwards.

“Ready to kick on?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, yeah I am.” He smiled. With a groan, he pushed himself up and dusted down the seat of his well-worn wranglers before he mounted Star.

Together, the five men herded the longhorns down towards the pastures which surrounded the ranch, where the work would start over the next few weeks to tag the calves and conduct the health checks needed on the females. When the last one was in the correct pasture, Clint closed the gate with a click.

As they turned the final corner towards home, Steve couldn’t help the smile as he saw you in the riding arena. You leading Quin around, your Stetson sat on your head, a grin on your face as you walked. And upon Quin’s back sat a smaller figure, whose head was covered by a safety helmet.

Your daughter, Serenity Clara Rogers, known as Seren. It was a name chosen for its various meanings. In its full form her first name meant peaceful, which was what your lives had been since the battle and what you both hoped it would be for the rest of your lives. In its shortened, it translated as star, a small tribute to Steve’s emblem.

Her middle name was a payback to your Southern roots, and it meant bright and clear. And when it was all put together, it was exactly what she was to you both, a shining, bright star of peace and love and hope.

Getting Star up into a trot, and then a loping canter, he was pulling into the main grounds of the ranch a few minutes later.

“Daddy! Looks! I wides Quin!”

Steve grinned as he hopped off his horse and strode towards the paddock fence, looping the reins around the top rail. “I can see that!”

“Cans I has my own?”

Steve laughed, “you think you’re old enough?”

“I’m free!” A tiny handheld up three fingers as Steve faulted over the post and rails and strode towards you both.

“Hi, Cowboy.” You beamed as he kissed you softly.

“Hi, Doll.” His lips brushed yours before he turned to look at his daughter. She was much like you, same eyes, same hair, same attitude, and excitement to life. But, very much with the Rogers attitude and, funnily enough, his cheekbones and nose.

“Good day?”

“Yup, all cows present and correct. Did that new family check in?”

“Yeah, all good.” You nodded. “Oh, Banner called. He asked if I could cover the on call shift tonight at the surgery. Apparently Natasha has come down with that bug that’s going round, and he doesn’t want to leave her to take care of the baby Danny alone. Think they’re all still adjusting, ya know, after the adoption…”

“I think that’s okay, don’t you, Wren?” he playfully poked Seren’s tummy, speaking his nickname for her and she giggled.

“Cans we watch Toy Story? Wivs popcorns?”

“Toy Story? Again?” Steve groaned and Seren narrowed her eyes.

“I wikes it. Is my fave-rite.”

“Really, I’d never have guessed.”

Her Daddy’s sarcasm went right over Seren’s head, and you chuckled. “We got everyone coming for dinner tonight, baby, so you might not get chance.”

“After dinner?”

“We’ll see.” You smiled, “you ready to get down? I think Quin could do with a drink before we pop him out.”

“Otay…”Seren sighed, dramatically. She held her arms out and Steve reached up to pluck her out of the saddle. Her little arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her cheek. “Daddy, your whiskers are scratchy!”

“Are they?” Steve frowned, before he rubbed his cheek against hers, causing her to squeal. Her hands pushed at his face as she giggled. With a laugh, Steve pulled back and she cupped his face, her fingers threading into his beard as she smushed his cheeks together.

“I wobes you, daddy bear.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. More than all the stars.”

Your heart swelled, the way it always did when you watched Steve with your daughter. She was the apple of his eye and he doted on her in all the right ways. He indulged her, let her be her own person, but wasn’t afraid to dish out the discipline when needed.

In contrast to Bucky, who pretty much let her get away with anything and everything.

Steve carried her out of the paddock, and you followed, leading Quin.

“Unca Buck!” Seren squealed as she spotted her favourite uncle and she wriggled. Steve let her down and she took off towards him.

“Hey, Squirt!” Bucky grinned as he picked her up. “You had a good day?”

“Yips. Me and Mama took ‘Mando for a walk, dens we made lunch, and I rides!”

“yeah, I saw you on Quin. Bout time daddy got you a pony of your own, huh?”

“Dass what I saids!” Seren held her hands out to her side and Bucky laughed, ignoring the death stare Steve was shooting him.

“She might have a point, Alpha.” You smirked as you passed him by and tried not to chuckle as his head whipped towards you.

“huh?” he followed you into the barn. “Really? You think she’s old enough?”

“It’s not like she’ll be going on cattle drives.” You smiled as you undid the girth to Quin’s saddle. “But what harm can it do? A little pony or something she can love and cuddle. You’ve seen what she’s like with every animal she comes across.”

“Yeah, which is how we’ve ended up with a damned cat that lives in the house now and not the barn, much to Commando’s disgust.”

“Hey, Barney would have died otherwise…”

“And the guinea pigs? Were they on deaths door too when Bucky and Sam bought them for her?”

“Sparkle and Cookie live outside, well in Summer anyway…”

“The tank of goldfish?”

“She won one at a fair. Thor was right, it was mean to keep him in a bowl on his own. He needed friends.”

Steve scoffed and you snorted.

“Stop being a grouch.” You teased, “make the most of her being like this. Because give it ten, twelve years she’ll be out dating and chasing boys instead.”

“Over my dead body.” Steve glowered.

“You can’t fight her growing up.”

“No, but I can fight any punk that comes within a three mile radius of her.”

That made you laugh, as you placed Quin’s saddle on the rack. “Oh, Steve.” You turned towards him, stepping into his arms. He groaned, his face pressing into his neck.

“Stop it…”he whined. “I don’t want her to grow up, ever. Where’s our baby gone?”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You kissed his cheek.

“What time are you on call from?”

“Seven-ish.” you stroked the hair at the nape of his neck, which was a little damp with sweat. Not that you cared. “I might not be needed but, you never know.”

“Okay, so if we grill for dinner at sixish, you should be okay?”

“Counting on it.” you smiled, “sides and fixings are all ready.”

“You’re too good to me, to us.” He smiled, his lips pressing back to yours.

You hummed into the kiss, allowing him to pull you closer. The smell and feel of your Alpha, your soul mate, your husband washed over you as his strong arms wrapped around your back. You allowed yourself to get lost, giving into that Omega part of you that you now loved as much as Steve did.

“Mama and Daddy is smoochin’!” A loud giggle came from behind you and Steve gave a small groan as he pulled away.

“Ewww!” Bucky wrinkled his nose, “do they smooch a lot?”

“Aaaallls da times!” Seren said, dramatically. “Unca Tony says mama wobes daddy’s animal maganatism…”

“I’m gonna kill Stark.” Steve muttered as you, and the rest of the gang laughed.

**********

As was customary post the cattle drives, you hosted the guys, plus their partners for dinner. Thor and Tony also joined you, along with his daughter, Morgan and Pepper who was sporting a pretty large bump as Baby Stark number 2 was very much about to make an appearance.

Morgan and Seren, separated in age by less than a year spent the spring evening playing in the garden, and by the time everyone was leaving they were both exhausted. Steve took this as a win as he didn’t have to sit there and watch Buzz and Woody for what felt like the hundredth time that week.

After bidding everyone goodbye, after clearing down the dishes and table, you headed off to take a call which had come through from the surgery.

Steve scooped his daughter up, “bedtime, baby.”

“I nots tired…” Seren protested, as she yawned and blinked hard.

“Sure…” Steve chuckled, “well let’s get you bathed and then we can discuss this, huh?”

Once bathed, dried and in her little set of cowgirl themed pajamas, Seren had given up the fight and was, indeed, half asleep. Steve tucked her into her little bed, chuckling as Commando took up his usual place on top of the comforter, by her side. Her little hand curled into his fur as she yawned.

“Story?”

“You bet.” Steve smiled, “which one tonight?”

“Spinderella.” She grinned. “I wikes dat one.”

“Spinderella it is…” Steve crossed the room to her bookshelf and then looked as you wandered into the room.

“I gotta go in.” You sighed, “one of Mr. Craft’s horses has injured itself, pretty badly in its stall. He said it can’t wait until tomorrow.”

“That’s okay, we got things here, huh Wren?”

“Yups.” Seren yawned again.

“I give her two pages, tops.” Steve chuckled, waving the book at you.

“I bet its four.” You smiled, leaning over to kiss her head. “Night baby, momma loves you so much.”

“Wobes you too, momma.” she hugged you before you stood up, ruffling commando’s fur. You then turned to Steve and kissed him quickly.

“I dunno how long I’ll be.”

“It’s okay’ Mega.” he smiled. “Drive safe, okay?”

You winked before you pulled away, his hand squeezing yours and you turned and left.

****

Seren actually fell asleep after three pages. When Steve heard her breathing even out, he glanced down and saw her eyes closed as she snuggled into him.

With a soft chuckle, he gently moved, his hand curling the back of her head. He lay her down, made sure she had her little bunny teddy with her and tucked her in.

“Night, my little star. Sweet dreams.” He whispered as he kissed her head.

Commando followed him as Steve headed down the hall after quietly shutting Seren's door. He padded his way down the staircase and found refuge at the wet bar for a drink before he settled up on the couch. His faithful dog hopped up next to him, resting his rather large head on Steve's lap. Flicking through channels, he found the mundane drone of the news filled his ears.

He watched the report and the panel as they chatted over a high profile court case that was filling the news at the moment, an actor versus his ex-wife who was accusing him of having jars of cocaine and ‘mega pints’ of red wine or some bull shit like that.

It was frivolous. And really, Steve had no idea why it was news. But the fact it was, meant there was nothing more worthy of the airtime, meaning things with the WSC and senate were calm.

Which was fine by him.

He sighed contently and brought his whiskey to his lips. He'd nearly finished the glass by the time he'd heard your truck pulling up toward the porch.

He checked his watch, all in all you’d been gone just over an hour. Which meant whatever it was can’t have been that serious. Hopefully, you wouldn’t get another call that night. It was rare that you did when you were covering the emergency shift.

Commando grunted and slipped off the couch to greet you at the door.

“Hi…” you bent down to give him loves, “hi, fella…”

His tail wagged and wagged happily. And when Steve snapped his fingers, the dog walked off. The simple command allowed you to get back inside and shut the door.

"That was quick," Steve spoke gently as he stood from the couch. He made it a point to never, ever have his back to you in conversation if he could help it. You were his equal and you deserved equal respect.

“Oh, daft animal had been rearing in his stable and got his leg stuck. Nasty cut but I managed to clean it and pad it. Gave him a tetanus booster and that was it, said I’d check back in tomorrow.” You smiled, “I just need ten minutes to type up the notes before I forget.”

"Alright," Steve nodded. "Can I get you a drink. 'Mega?"

“I’ll take a tea, please.” You smiled, “best not drink anymore in case I gotta go back out.”

You took your tablet from your bag and headed to the couch. By the time Steve was placing your drink down, your notes were done.

You shut the device down and placed it on the coffee table, picking up your drink and getting yourself comfortable as you swung your legs up beside you.

Steve picked up your leg from the ankle and set it in his lap, his strong hands rubbing over your calf through your jeans.

"Seren go down okay?"

“Three pages.” Steve chuckled.

You smirked as you blew a little over the rim of your mug, "new record."

“Think today tuckered her out. And I did a little thinking…”

He watched you wince a little as he dug into a knot, "what's that?" You looked at him.

“Maybe a pony of her own ain’t such a bad idea.”

“Okay, that…that didn’t take much convincing at all, Alpha.”

Steve chuckled then he sighed, "I think she's ready. I could make a few calls, see who's got one available."

“No need…” you bit your lip. “The Crafts have one…their youngest has outgrown him. I said I’d talk to you…”

"Oh," Steve nodded, "that works then."

“Yeah, convenient…” you agreed. And then Steve noticed the smirk on your face.

He gave a groan and a snort. “Was I actually going to get a say in whether or not she got a pony or was this just something you were gonna do regardless?”

"I mean I was just making it known that we'd discussed it. Formalities of checking with my mate and all that."

Oh, checking with your mate? Don’t you mean asking permission from your Alpha?” Steve teased.

"Details, details," you sniggered.

Steve rolled his eyes and took a sip from his drink. “So, what is it?”

“A male Shetland pony. Called Coco.”

Steve merely nodded as you continued.

“And. Let’s face it, it’s an investment.” You continued, “because when Seren has outgrown him, well…hopefully there’ll be another little one who’s ready to take the reins so to speak.”

Steve's face softened. "yeah?"

“Yeah.” You looked at him, a smile on your lips. “I thought that maybe when my next heat is due to hit, I don’t get my shot…see what happens.”

"Don't, don't do it." He sat forward, "I'm ready, darlin'."

You bit your lip, “me too.”

Steve held your ankles on his lap with one hand and leaned forward toward you more, "I want as many pups as we can, while we can."

“Woah, slow down there cowboy…” you chuckled, “I’m absolutely happy for two, I could be persuaded for three…”

Steve pecked your lips, "I'm teasing. We talked about two, but I'd be alright with three."

You smiled, your hand running through his hair, and then you moved to press your fingers to your mark.

I love you… your voice echoed in his head.

“I love you too," he whispered lowly. "So much, 'Mega."

“Kiss me Alpha.”

It took a tiny growl from his chest before his lips slowly, tenderly melted against your own. His soft kiss fluttered your insides and without though to it, you were in his lap.

Your hands cupped his bearded cheeks, the pads of your fingers softly brushing against his bristles as your lips allows his to lead them in a slow, sensual dance.

"Lemme love on you, 'Mega."

“Always…” your nose brushed his, “take me to bed.”

Steve needn't say another word, nor make any extra moves. He simply stood as he settled you into his arms and began his way towards the stairs. Blindly, yet expertly, he carried you up and up, to your bedroom where your bed awaited.

With a tenderness he reserved especially for you, he laid you down in the middle, on top of your pale blue comforter and positioned himself over you. One knee nestled between your thighs, his left hand planted by your head whilst his right hand cupped your face.

"My beautiful 'Mega," his voice whispered as his breath gently fanned your face.

Your own hand reached up, fingers gently tracing the curve of his jaw as he closed his eyes.

“My handsome, strong, protective Alpha.” You purred.

Time stood still when the two of you were like this. The intimacy so pure, that it squeezed at the heart in your chest that now beat for only he and Seren.

Steve dipped his head and captured your lips in a soft kiss. The feel of his lips on yours made you hummed against him. You parted your lips as the tip of Steve's tongue tickled at the pucker lines of your bottom lip.

Your hands dipped, finding the hem of his shirt and you gave a tug.

Steve's kiss barely stopped as you pulled the shirt up and over his head. The material pooled at his wrist by your ear. His fist curled together in his right hand, and he knuckled the mattress to flick away his tee. His lips were quickly back on yours trailing across your jaw and down your neck.

You sighed, happily, an Omega trill rolling in your throat which made Steve grumble a chuckle in response.

He sat back on his knees and pulled at the hem of your own tee as he did so, taking your body with him. With a light giggle you fell back with a little bounce to the mattress.

"That's better," Steve rasped as he bent back over you. He continued his trail of bearded kisses down your décolletage, to between your breasts and descending towards your navel.

He smiled against your skin as your belly twitched, always the same. So sensitive and ticklish in areas. He found it cute, and sexy.

He gave a nip to the skin below your belly button at the tip of your scar that gave him his daughter. Then he kissed the sting away tenderly. Those glittering, cerulean eyes looked up at you and he smiled against your skin.

You felt as if you blinked and then suddenly you laid naked before your Alpha, bar the bra that covered your breasts.

You chuckled and Steve looked at you, his chin resting on your sternum.

“What?”

“Nothin, just the speed at which you undress me always amuses me.”

"You make me very impatient, doll."

“I bet you say that to all the girls…”

"Just you," he smirks as his beard began to tickle the inside of your calve.

“Good to know…” you sighed.

"Mmhmm," he kept his lips to your leg.

You trilled again as whiskers tickled the inside of your thigh.

“Oh, Mega…I love those noises…” he worked his way up.

He nudged that joint where hip and thigh came together, scenting you. Your hand automatically tangled in his hair, your breath hitching in your chest.

Tentatively, Steve nosed your mound, the tip of his tongue tickling your swelling, sensitive bud. You whined, your back arching off the bed.

A low rumble sounded in your ears as Steve tasted you. He locked at you like a kitten to milk.

You whimpered and moaned softly, your knees caging his head in at his ears as your alpha gave you what you craved, what you wanted.

He'd eat away at you with fervor, then he'd slow to a near stop and make love to you there like it would be the last time.

And you loved every single moment.

Your orgasm was growing close, and you felt your body teetering on the edge of bliss. Tingling through your body felt like soda bubbles in your nerves.

"S'close, Alpha..."

He growled a little, before just as you knew he would, he slowed down. Leaving you mewling and begging for more.

"Please, Alpha..."

With a final grunt, Steve pulled away and wiped his face on the comforter. With a quick movement, he was up, out of his jeans and then back over you.

You were breathless, your body aflame. A sheen of sweat was beginning to cover your skin as you burnt hot from within.

“I got you, mega…” he whispered.

Steve held himself as he slipped right into you, a moan from you and a groan from him filling the airy space of the room.

Your hands flew to his broad back, curling round his shoulders as you dug your fingers into his muscles.

"You feel so good, doll." Steve's voice tickled your ear.

“You too…” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper over your panting.

Steve pulled back and slowly thrust back in, a rolling tide to his hips as he set the pace of loving on you.

His hands reached for yours, fingers lacing through your own as he pressed them either side of your head.

You sighed as his body melted into yours. The weight of him felt like a warm blanket, comforting you and securing you. It gave you a never ending sense of security. And to lock your bodies together tightly; you raised your hips and brought your ankles up to settle the heels of your feet against his lower back.

“Shit…” he grunted, his eyes closing for a moment before they opened, locked back on yours.

"There you are, Alpha," you sighed as he kept rolling those hips into you. "Don't ever hide." His eyes flashed a little as you arched into him even more. “Let go, Steve…”

"No....not 'til you...."

Always putting you first, that never changed. No matter what, you were his priority in your moments together.

You preened your neck, stretching out for him. You felt his nose dip along your mark, and he shuddered. Your lips parted in a sigh as you started to tilt your hips again to meet him.

His teeth nipped softly at your mating gland, enough for you to feel it, but not enough to break the skin.

"Oh shit," you rasped. "Alpha...."

“Mega…my mega…”

"I'm...." you needed just a little more, you were so damn close.

Steve knew, he always knew. His hips picked up the pace, but somehow he kept the same depth and rhythm.

His lips claimed yours, the kiss deep yet soft. A juxtaposition. Just like your alpha himself. So strong, get gentle. So firm, but soft.

"Alpha...." you whined as you tightened around him, your nose buried right against his mark.

“Cum for me, mega…” his voice was deep, his instruction clear. It was an alpha command, the only time he ever used them in you was in moments like this.

And you craved it.

"Oh my....fuck, yes," you came with a cry.

“Good girl…” Steve panted, his lips back at your mark.

You whined, whimpered then whined again at the praise.

“My beautiful Omega…” Steve’s words were almost whispered, a strain in his voice.

He was close.

"Steve....let go, baby," you cooed.

“Fuck…”

You nudged at him with your nose, bringing his eyes back to yours.

Like times before there was the fleck of gold that flashed in his eyes, and you knew he saw it in yours. For the room went black and beyond the gaze of your connection a galaxy swarm around you.

When you finally found yourself again, Steve’s face was buried in your neck. He was panting, deeply. The rise and fall of his chest pressing against you and then releasing you from its hold.

Your fingertips danced up his spine and into the hair at the nape of his neck.

He gave a soft hum.

"I love you, my Alpha," you whispered.

“I love you too, my Omega. And I always will. Until the cows come home.”

“Until the cows come home,” you kissed his neck, before he moved and captured your lips with a soft, sweet kiss. “Until the cows come home.”

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