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stevenose · 5 months

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so says i (18+)

more cowboy!steve bc he’s my shining star baby boy. contains reader with a vagina; use of the phrase ‘good girl’; impatient steve; lil rough fuckin; class disparity (reader is of a higher class); messy sort of spiteful yet also very fond of each other friends with benefits 🫶🏻 very brief mention of hunting + a gun also!

The problem - a problem - with Steve is that he isn’t quite a patient man. He can be, if necessary. He can be patient when waiting for the right moment to strike a wild bull with his lasso; patient when he’s hunting the coyote that’s been stalking his boss’ cattle; patient when he’s sweating his ass off and still has work to do in the high midwestern sun.

He does not have much patience when it comes to you.

He tries. Counts to ten, then twenty, then a hundred in his head. Grits his teeth. Flexes his jaw and wipes his nose when you get petty with him for what seems to be no real reason. When you laugh at his advances and then climb into his lap and ride him like you didn’t just make his blood come to a boil under his sunkissed skin.

And it’s been such a long day. Back-breaking. Tending to fields and animals by himself, nearly getting kicked in the head and all he wants is you. For whatever reason. It twists in his gut, makes him ache. He should have known coming to you would only make him more upset.

“Come here.” Steve has said it twice now.

You keep your back turned to him. He can’t see your face but he can sense the shit-eating grin plastered on it. “I’m busy.”

You are not. You only want to make him wait. So you polish the same silver spoon you were born with over and over again. As if you ever pull your silver out for anyone. Much less him.

“Don’t make me say it again.” His voice is low, a little threatening. Steve has no real threat to him. He winces when he shoots a gun and winces harder when he raises his own voice.

“What do you want, Steve?” you sigh. “Don’t you have a right hand?”

“Prefer that smart mouth, darlin’,” he says coolly. His fingers tap impatiently against the arms of the chair he sits in.

Impatient. What a vice.

Maybe he could handle you better with patience. But your ill-mannered behavior quickly has him pushing the large chair he sits in backwards, scraping against your pristine wooden floors. He really hopes it scratches, even though he’d be back tomorrow to buff it out.

“Your daddy ever teach you how to not be a petulant child?” he rasps, moving to trap you between his warm chest and the countertop.

You laugh. “I’m petulant?” You push your ass back against him and smile wider when he gasps. “When are you gonna learn I always get you right where I want you?”

It still rings true when he fucks into you harshly. Steve grits his teeth, his hips bucking into yours, sending your hipbones into the counter painfully. It’ll leave bruises, ones he’ll kiss and soothe the moment his anger subsides. For now, he’s relentless, holding your manicured hands under his calloused fingers so you can’t touch yourself. Get any relief. Only what he gives you.

“Maybe - this’ll - fuckin’ - teach you,” he hisses between thrusts, “to be a good - girl - for your man.”

Your giggle makes him see red.

“My man?” you breathe.

His fingers press down into yours a little harder. You squeal with delight when his thrusts become deeper, harder.

“Say it,” he moans, pressing his hot lips up against your ear. “Tell me - who’s this sweet little cunt belong to?”

You gasp at the vulgarity and it makes his cock throb, sends your pussy clenching around him hard.

“This clit, this li’l bundle,” he continues, moving a hand down towards it. “Who makes you cum? Who fills you up?”

You keen and moan, your little hand reaching down to grab his wrist.

“Uh-uh,” he tsks, though he’d certainly stop if you asked him to. “If I don’t make ya cum now, that dun’t erase what we’ve done, huh?”

Your fingernails dig into his skin. It feels good. You cry out again, arching your back a little harder.

“You don’t wanna say it?” Steve bites down on your pulse point til you squeal again. “That a dirty goddamn cowboy takes care of you?”

“Oh, shit,” you moan. Your lithe fingers reach backwards to tangle in his damp hair.

“What would yer folks say? Your friends?” The pads of his fingers work harder against your clit. “Knowin’ you let me cum in this upper class pussy?”

“Do it,” you rasp. “Steve, do it!”

“Who’s your man?”

It takes you a moment, overwhelmed. “You!”

Steve feels you begin to convulse and his patience returns, taking a more leisurely pace with you, forcing your pleasure to slow down and crash. “You’re goddamn right.”

#stevenose posts #steve harrington smut #steve x reader #ns/fw #cowboy!steve

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hunnystufff · 6 months

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Spooky month is back and so am I!

#harringrove #steve x billy #harringrove fanart #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #Halloween party #Cowboy!Steve #Vampire!Billy #Billy is the OG-Edward Cullen #he had the glitter before him!#And Steve is cosplaying brokeback mountain

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deadboyfriendd · 3 months

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22 August, 1894

My love,

I hail from the toughest place you can imagine.

I want to be gentle, I want to die gently. Though it seems as life gets harder, I have to get harder to match.

I hope you will not have to know, but fear you already might, the violence it takes to become gentle once more. You are the gentleness that comes not from the absence of it, but from it in sheer abundance. I wish one day to know this kind of sweetness though I have not remained kind despite my anger. I have not removed my teeth nor refrained from bearing my claws. I hope you will forgive me not be gentle with me.

I did not know my father well, but I know I wear his anger. It feels both familiar and terrifying. Sometimes I fear myself, for my body is both familiar and terrifying in that same sentiment.

I can feel the red hot terror seep through my veins in time with anger, though every day that terror grows to be replaced with nothingness. The ease in which I hurt and the ease in which I kill are cousins in a terrible, perverse family.

I know that someday I will die. And I know that I will die a violent death. I know that if you are able to love me that long, you will have to witness it.

And I vow that when death finally does decide to take my hand, that I will be holding you with the other.

If you will have me,

Steve Harrington

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #cowboy!steve #cowboy!steve harrington #steve x reader

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rosewaterandivy · 6 months

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Ain’t No Glory in the West

summary: a southwestern ranch, desert brush as far as the eye can see and clear blue skies. the men hired for the season are polite but distant, and you know you’re not meant to fraternize with the help. Pa wants you to focus on your debut for the social set, a debutante ball announcing your pedigree and marital eligibility. but you have no interest in being paraded around like a prize mare looking for a stud. a man, unfamiliar to you, but sought for his uncanny knack for tending and breaking horses, even the wild stallions that no one dare approach, keeps catching your eye— Harrington, Steve Harrington. little do you know that he’s been warned to stay far and away from the likes of you.

pairing: cowboy s.h. x fem!reader

w.c.: ongoing

c.w.: 18+ MDNI, period typical violence (guns, knives, bare knuckles, etc.) & sexism, discussion of parental death, an overbearing father, depictions of life in the Southwest, discussion of religion (Christianity), mutual pining, angst, smut, alcohol, & smoking

a series of blurbs documenting your brushes with steve, a decent but quiet man, who’d much rather be breaking horses than dealing with your nonsense. or at least that’s what you think…

playlist | inspo

blurb 1

blurb 2

teaser & playlist post

a hungry country - tbd

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington smut #cowboy!steve #cowboy!steve harrington

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southerngothicchic · 3 months

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Good Guys Don't Always Wear White

18+

Somewhere in Oklahoma, 1994

Dusk settles over the ranch, finally offering some relief from the sweltering heat of a typical July day. Steve wipes his sweaty brow with the back of his hand as he trudges toward his truck. His boots kick up little clouds of dust as he walks, too tired to pick up his feet. He reaches for the doorhandle of his truck and jerks it open. He somehow bent the frame, and now the door sometimes gets stuck. It opens with relative ease this time, and he climbs inside.

He sits, for a moment, leaning his head back against the headrest, and sighs. His body aches and his hands are sore. It seems to ache more today, for some reason, and he chalks it up to his age. Though, he's still relatively young, he feels like he's aged himself these last few years with all the back breaking work he's resigned himself to. This is what he needs to be doing, he tells himself, he needs to feel useful and this was his way of fulfilling that.

He's drifted from ranch to ranch, since 1989, starting in Montana and moving further south until he worked his way across Texas. He ended up in Oklahoma this past spring, and thinks he'll stay until he gets restless again. This type of lifestyle gives him the freedom he hopes will soothe his soul. It certainly helped him deal with the grief from his dad's death, but hasn't eased the pain, as of yet.

Although, he wasn't that close with him during the last ten years or so, his passing still deeply effected him, manifesting in a dull ache he'd feel in his chest, from time to time.

Steve sits up and shuts the door, before turning the key in the ignition. The beat up, Dodge roars to life as he puts it in reverse.

His hair is more windblown as he drives down the highway, with both windows down as the air conditioning went out long ago. The heat still worked, which he was grateful for, as Texas winters could be brutal. He wondered what they were like in Oklahoma, if he was even still around to experience it.

He has one destination in mind as he drives- the roadhouse in the next town over, that he's frequented since relocating to the area.

He parks in the dirt parking lot, along with a few other cars. After killing the engine, he looks himself over in the rear view mirror. He runs his hand through his tousled hair then looks down at his sweat-soaked shirt. Frowning, he pulls it over his head and tosses it in the passenger seat. He then leans forward, and reaches for a duffle bag on the floor, in front of it. He brings it up, onto his lap and unzips it, before pulling out a blue-checkered button down shirt. He quickly throws it on, and buttons it, purposefully leaving the top few unbuttoned.

He hops out of the truck and brushes lingering dust from his jeans, before walking towards the roadhouse.

He surveys his surroundings as he strolls up to the bar. It's not too lively yet, as it's only early evening. There's still a decent crowd scattered throughout, the majority congregating around the pool tables, in the back. He takes his seat at the bar and orders his drink-whiskey, per usual.

He downs it quickly, before ordering another. He nurses this one, as he's lost in his own little world. The past is creeping up on him again and no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to drink it away. He shakes his head at how he sounds like a country cliché, before taking another sip.

Time passes and the bar begins to fill up. Rowdy patrons surround him as he grits his teeth from how obnoxiously drunk they already were. He wasn't ready to leave yet, though he thought about moving to one of the tables close to the small stage behind him. He turns his head and sees the band getting set up. He decides to order another drink before leaving the bar.

The air is soon filled with music, as the band plays a Brooks and Dunn song. It happens to be one of his favorites as he taps his foot along to the beat.

They're a couple songs in when he notices you. You're sat a few stools down, leaning over the bar chatting with the bartender. He can't pull his gaze from you as he takes in your features. Your flowing hair, that cascades over your shoulders and the fitted, floral sundress that hugs your body just right. His eyes travel to your bare legs, stopping at your red, high-heeled boots.

He smiles when you smile and laugh with the bartender. You seem to know him, as there's a familiarity in how you talk. He then thinks that he hadn't seen you in here before and is reminded of how he's really become a cliché.

He wants to talk to you, but suddenly feels self conscious. You probably wouldn't want to entertain someone like him, as he's already decided he's not your type. He sighs, defeatedly, before downing the rest of his drink and turning to leave.

It's then his attention is drawn to you again as there's now a guy, at your side, asking you to dance. He watches as you politely refuse, as its clear this guy is pretty drunk and won't take no for an answer. Steve's hands ball into fists as he sees the guy grab your arm and try to pull you to him.

He's about to intervene when you stomp on the guy's foot, making him release your arm. You lurch forward but he grabs you again, calling you a bitch under his breath. He pulls his hand back, about to strike your face, before a large hand wraps around his wrist.

"I guess nobody taught you you're not supposed to hit women," Steve quips, as the two of you look at him in surprise.

The guy struggles against his hold, but Steve quickly pins his arm behind his back and spins him around, pushing his face down on the bar.

"You need to apologize to the lady, then be on your way," he continues, leaning close to the guy's ear.

"Fuck you, man," he spits, before Steve pushes his face harder, against the bar's surface.

"That's the wrong answer," he scolds. "Y'know, if I keep twisting your arm at this angle, it'll break..."

"Alright, alright," the guy replies, panicked.

Steve then holds him up, turning him around to face you again. You're standing there, still stunned, from this handsome stranger coming to your rescue.

"I'm sorry," the guy then aplogizes, while wincing from Steve's grip on his arm.

You nod, before Steve walks him to the door. He kicks it open with his foot and shoves the guy to the ground.

"I don't ever want to see your fucking face here again," Steve growls, using all his self restraint to not beat the absolute shit out of him.

The guy nods pathetically then crawls away before Steve walks back inside. You meet him just inside the door and follow him back to the bar.

"I could've handled him, but thanks all the same," you state, as he reaches where he was sat.

"Maybe, but I didn't want to risk it gettin' worse," he replies, pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

"You're not leaving are you?" You ask, as you watch him throw some crumpled bills on the bar.

"Figure I should, since I don't wanna get thrown out."

"No, it's okay now," you assure. "Dalton was about to throw him out before you did."

He raises an eyebrow as he looks at you. "Dalton?"

"The bartender. He's who I was here to see, actually. We went to high school together and I just got back into town and he told me he was running this place now," you explain, seemingly in one, hurried breath.

"Ah, well I'm glad you have someone else looking out for you," Steve smiles, while shoving his wallet back in his pocket.

"If you don't want to stay here, maybe we could go somewhere together?" You then ask, surprising him.

"So that whole knight in shining armor thing really works, huh?" He laughs, as you smile.

"Only when he's as cute as you," you quietly reply.

"What's your name, darlin'?" He smiles, his eyes traveling your pretty face.

You tell him and he thinks it's the prettiest thing he's ever heard.

"I'm Steve," he reveals, nodding slightly.

"Now that we've been formally introduced, want to get out of here?" You ask, wrapping your arm around his.

His smile widens. "Sure, honey."

You smile up at him before you each walk back towards the door.

Steve couldn't believe how his night has turned around. He wasn't expecting to meet a pretty, little thing like you, but he wasn't mad about it.

He escorts you to his truck and opens the passenger side door for you. He helps you climb into the cab, before going around to the other side. You notice how dusty the truck's interior is and assume he works on one of the nearby ranches. You see leather gloves laying on the dash and you accidentally kick the duffle bag at your feet.

Steve struggles to open the door and has to pull on it pretty hard, before it opens. He then settles into the driver's seat and looks at you, apologetically.

"Its an old truck, so it gets stuck sometimes," he explains, while you nod.

"So, I uh, just realized I'm kinda not in the best shape to drive..." he adds, as his hand anxiously rubs the back of his neck.

"Its okay. We can just talk for a little while," you reply.

"Yeah? Are you sure talking is what you really wanna do?" He softly asks, leaning closer to you.

You instinctively lean towards him and he reaches to cup your cheek. You sigh as his thumb lightly caresses your skin. He leans even closer to you, as much as he can with the center console between you.

"There are other ways to get to know each other, y'know..." he quietly begins, with his eyes on your lips.

"Why don't you enlighten me, cowboy?" You sultrily say, before he presses his lips to yours.

His lips are softer than you expected, as you softly moan from how plush and perfect they feel. He slips his tongue past your lips and you taste traces of whiskey as he deepens the kiss. Your hand finds its way to his hair, pulling slightly, which elicits a strangled moan from him.

He then kisses his way to your jaw, before trailing kisses down your neck. Your ribs are digging into the harsh plastic of the center console, but the discomfort is worth having him kiss you like this. You reopen your eyes long enough to see what looks like a figure charging towards the truck. It's fairly dark on the side of the lot Steve parked in, so the person is only half illuminated, but you can tell they're holding something that looks like a pipe.

As they get closer to the truck, you get a better view of them and realize it's the creep from earlier and he's swinging a metal pipe above his head.

You gasp and Steve thinks it's from the way he was suckling at your skin.

"Steve..." you breathe, shaking his arm.

"Sorry honey, couldn't help myself," he purrs, as he nuzzles his nose along your jaw.

"No, it's him. He's back, we need to leave, now!" You shout right as the pipe makes contact with the driver's side mirror.

"What the fuck!?" Steve exclaims, as he looks behind him, shielding you with his body.

His mirror is shattered and the guy is still wailing on it. Tiny shards of glass are flying everywhere as Steve hurries to start the truck. He notices the keys aren't in the ignition and frantically pulls them from his pocket.

You can now see the crazed look in the guy's eyes as he hits the door, with the pipe. He rares back to strike the window but Steve turns the key, puts the truck in gear and floors it.

Dust and gravel plume behind the truck as you look back to see him get sprayed with gravel.

"Holy fucking shit!" Steve yells, as he speeds down the highway.

You feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest, as the sound of glass shattering brings back painful memories.

Steve drives a little further down the road before pulling off onto a secluded, dirt road. He parks under a large tree and kills the engine. He then immediately pulls you into his arms.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his voice cracking with concern and frazzled nerves.

"Yeah," you nod, gripping the sleeves of his shirt.

"But you're shaking," he counters, as his hands cradle your face.

"That just really freaked me out, but I'll be okay," you assure, with a faint smile.

"Climb on into my lap, I want to hold you," he quietly instructs, and you waste no time doing so.

You straddle his lap, with your knees resting precariously on either side of him.

"Come here, darlin'," he whispers, opening his arms for you.

You lean forward, pressing your chest to his as he wraps his arms around you. He holds you tightly against him, making you feel safer than you ever have before. You lay your head on his shoulder and he begins rubbing your back. He hums along to the song playing lowly on the radio, making you smile. You close your eyes, for a moment, and just let yourself melt into him.

You think you could fall asleep like this, though you know you shouldn't feel this way about a man you just met, but there is something so calming about him. Something in his touch so soothing, you can't exactly describe it. You just know you want to feel his arms around you forever.

Your eyes slowly reopen and your gaze lands on the moles in his neck. Moving closer, you tug his collar out of the way to press kisses to them.

He bites his lip from the sudden sensation, then reminds, "I'm supposed to be comfortin' you."

"This is comforting for me," you reply, lips still against his neck.

You softly kiss him again and hear a faint moan leave his lips. Sitting up, you kiss up to his jawline and trace your lips along slight stubble, as your fingers grasp his shirt. You then start unbuttoning it, eager to feel more of him. Your lips are now on his, kissing him hungrily, as you rake your nails through his newly exposed chest hair. He whimpers at your touch, with his hands dropping lower, to grip your waist.

You teasingly grind yourself against the bulge in his jeans, and he leans back, breaking the kiss. Panting, he looks at you in a lustfilled daze.

"Something wrong?" You ask, pulling him back to you.

He shakes his head. "I haven't been kissed like that in a long time," he admits. "Just needed a minute."

"You're real cute, cowboy," you smile.

"Yeah, yeah," he dismisses, before you press your lips to his in a bruising kiss.

You're each moaning into the others mouths while his hands slide under your dress and squeeze your hips. He holds you in place, wanting you to feel how hard you've made him. You whimper his name into a kiss before he pulls away.

"You want me to fuck you, honey?" He breathily asks, as the tip of his nose brushes yours.

"Yes..." you whine, while nodding.

He grins, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.

"This is what you wanted all along, wasn't it?" He continues, his hands lowering to unbuckle his belt.

His large, silver belt buckle clangs to the side as he frees himself from his dirty jeans. You raise up slightly so he can push them down his legs.

Your eyes widen as you see how he's throbbing for you and marvel at his size.

His hands are on your hips again, pulling you back to him.

"Wait," you say, placing your hands against his chest.

A worried look briefly flashes across his face before he watches as you awkwardly slide your panties down your legs. You toss them in the passenger seat, then settle on his lap. You hover over him before slowly sinking down, onto him.

He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as you take him, inch by inch. Your breaths are ragged as your nails dig into his shoulders, fearing the stretch of him may be too much. Once your hips meet his, you dramatically exhale.

You feel so warm and wet around him, he thinks he might burst.

"Fuck, you feel so good..." he sighs, as you lean in close.

"So do you," you reply, pressing your lips to his cheek.

You roll your hips against his, slowly at first, and he turns his head to capture your lips in another kiss.

"Yeah? You like feelin' me this deep?" He purrs, as his thumbs caress the soft skin of your stomach.

You nod, biting your lip, before pulling him into another kiss.

"You're so tight, honey...sure it's not too much?" He continues, lips curling into a smirk.

"N-No, I can take it," you breathe, already unraveling and you've barely fucked him.

"So, if I fucked you like this...?" He asks, pausing to roughly thrust into you, making you cry out his name. "You could handle it?"

"Yes, yes...don't stop," you whine, your nails now clawing at the back of his neck.

He pulls you tightly against him, pressing your chests together, as his hands grip your hips. He holds you in place as he fucks up into you.

Your head falls to his shoulder, lips parting with incoherent whimpers and whines.

"Christ, darlin', your pussy's the best I've ever had, shit..." he grunts.

His words have you moaning into his ear and it makes him shudder. You nibble on his earlobe before kissing the spot just below it.

He sighs your name and it rings in your ears, eliciting another moan from you.

You kiss across his cheek, turning his head so your lips can meet his. He melts into it, this time, his thrusts slowing as he kisses you deeply. A hand cradles your face as he can't get enough of you.

"Mmm, Steve, please..." you whine, against his lips, missing the delicious way he was fucking you.

"So spoiled already, huh, honey?" He teases, bumping his nose against yours.

"I need you, please..." you breathe, moving your hips again, encouraging him to move.

"You're so sweet..." he whispers, lips brushing yours. "...so fuckin' sweet..."

He starts thrusting into you with renewed vigor, making you scream.

"Gotta give my girl what she wants..." he pants.

"I'm your girl now?" You ask, through breathy moans.

"If you wanna be," he replies, as your gaze meets his.

"I-Oh Steve!"

Orgasmic bliss washes over you and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He keeps thrusting into you, now chasing his own release.

"Look at me, darlin'," he instructs. "Wanna see those pretty eyes when I-"

A guttural moan of your name falls from his lips as he spills deep inside you. You press your forehead to his and comb your fingers through his hair, as he finally stills.

He then kisses you, until you're both gasping again.

"Are you my girl now, honey?" He whispers, against your lips.

"Yeah, I'm yours, cowboy," you smile, before he kisses you again.

#cowboy!steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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inkluvs · 11 months

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save a horse ride cowboy! steve

requested by @katsu28

#wooo 2/3 #the joke felt right in the moment #event.cinnamonstick #ivy’s cafe #kait 🐢#steve harrington (ivy’s version)#steve harrington #cowboy! steve #cowboy!steve #cowboy au #moodboard mural 🌌#stluvs

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bottombillyrights · 9 months

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city-slicker rich boy steve who gets sent to the hargrove's ranch

#he gets sent after a video of him drunk off his ass is recorded #steve harrington #harringrove #he's done!!#his close up is good but he looks funky from afar for some reason #oh well #i tried #cowboy!steve #rich!steve #cowboy au #by me and grey-sides

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chrisbitchtree · 2 years

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A western AU where Billy’s the bartender at a saloon and Steve is a wandering cowboy, never the kind to settle down in one place. One afternoon, he stops in Billy’s saloon to have a drink while his horse gets some water outside. One look at the bartender’s big blue eyes has Steve rethinking his entire future.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove au #cowboy!steve #bartender!billy #western au #chrisbitchtree writes

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sunnysidevans · 2 years

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Sunshine & Cowboy Hats (3) - S.Rogers

Summary: Now as the summer is in full swing, you are still rebuilding when the bulldozer comes, tearing the rebuild to the ground. You continue to strive for peace with the loveable blue-eyed cowboy at your side.

Pairing: Cowboy!Steve Rogers x SingleMom!Reader

Warnings: (18+), angsty, mostly fluff, steve being the most supportive dude ever, some swear words but not many.

PART I // PART II > LIBRARY

The hospital fell silent. You feel Steve tense beside you as your hand falls to his, giving a reassuring squeeze.

“The one and only” Ransom smirks, the same smirk he’d send your way whenever he got his way. “And who the hell are these people?” Steve steps up then, he knew you could take care of yourself, but he also knew, this man was no one to be messed with.

“Family” Ransom looks him up and down, scoffing at his response. A roll of his blue eyes as they fall back to you. “Where is my daughter?” you roll your eyes, turning back to the doctor at your side.

“Can I see her?” you ask as he nods, leading you back to the room where Vivian waited. “I’m coming too” you turned at that, daggers sent Ransom’s way. “You are not” he scoffs, “like hell I am, I am her father” you shake your head. “I am gonna take care of my daughter and if she wants to see you that is her choice” you snarl.

Following the doctor back to the room, you smile at your daughter's smiling face.

“Momma!” she squeals, arms held out in your direction as you smile. “Hi Baby” you make your way to the side of her bed, sitting to pull her into your arms.

“You okay?” you cup her cheeks, smiling as she nods eagerly. “I’m okay, I-I don’t know what happened” you shake your head, kissing her forehead.

“You are okay, just gotta drink more water when you are outside okay?” she nods, biting her lip, eyes falling to the door and back to yours.

“Can I see Steve..?” she hesitates, as if she’d be scolded for wanting to see her favorite man. “Of course” you smile. Pulling your phone from your back pocket, shooting off a quick text.

Steve feels the vibration in his back pocket, pulling the phone out he can’t help the smile that makes its way on his lips.

He follows the directions you gave him, soon finding the room.

He can hear Vivians giggles from the hall. Pushing the door open with his shoulder he can feel his heart double in size. You are sitting in the bed beside your daughter, holding her to you as she giggles.

“Steve!” her squeal could be heard from miles away.

“Hi sweet girl” he smiles, making his way to her awaiting arms. He sits beside her, wrapping her in his arms as she falls into his chest.

Her small form fit perfectly in his arms.

He sends you a sympathetic smile, his arms rubbing soothing circles on Vivians back as she lets out a content sigh. “What are you going to do?” he mouths as you shrug, biting your lip.

“I don’t know..” you mouth back. He sits back to let Vivian lay back, her head falling back into his chest as you smile down at the two of them. Soon, the door is pushed open, Ransom’s sinister smirk the first thing you see. “Daddy?!” Vivan gasps, looking up at the door, he grins. “Hi baby” he makes his way in the room, You stand at the end of the bed, arms crossed across your chest.

Hand falling to his chest to stop him from moving any father. “This does break the restraining order, but she is happy to see you, I wont take that from her” you snarl under your breath, watching his eyes as they watch Vivians smile, not only directed at him but Steve. He holds his hands up in surrender, making his way around you.

Sighing, you make your way out of the room, Steve hot on your tails. You pace as the door closes, pacing the fluorescent lit hallway. “Hey” you look up at Steve’s voice, he steps in to stop your pacing.

You stood in Steve’s arms for what felt like forever, his arms felt like a safe haven you never wanted to escape. The opening of the door startled you as you stood back to your full height, making eye contact with Ransom as he sent a smile and wave to his daughter. His eyes falling to you completely.

A smirk makes it on his face as he tsk’s. “You know, I give you credit I really do” he made his way to stand in front of you, he stood taller than your short stature. “You hid from me for months.. You hid her away from me” he shakes his head, hand on his hip. You can feel Steve tense beside you. “I hid from you for a reason, Ransom '' he shakes his head and a roll of his eyes as he scoffs.

“A reason? There is no reason to keep a girl from her father” you shake your head. “Let me guess, he took on the daddy role?” he points to Steve whose head perks up. “You moved on so quickly from me? So quickly from what we had?” you let out a deep breath through your nose.

“We had a toxic marriage, there was no love in that marriage excerpt for that little girl in there” you point to the door, “she was the only love that came from our marriage ransom” he shakes his head then with a scoff. “We are in love” you roll your eyes. “No Ransom we are not, we are far far from being in love, maybe in the past but far from it now” you feel Steve’s hand on your waist, looking at the man in front of you.

“I think it’s best we take Vivian home” Ransom looked like he could throw daggers at Steve as his jaw clenches. “I will take our daughter home” you shake your head.

“I will take MY daughter home” you push past the two of them and make it in to see Vivian.

Shutting the bedroom door quietly, falling into the wall beside it quietly as you sigh. The whole car ride home trying to explain why dad was now here and why he nor Steve came home to tuck her in was extremely hard.

Running a hand down your face you push off the wall to make your way downstairs. The quiet knock at the front door makes the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. Slowly making your way to the door, you open it slowly, two redheads standing side by side with sad smiles and two bottles of wine. You send them both another sad smile, moving aside to show them inside.

“You okay?” Wanda speaks first, her voice soft as you nod slowly. “I am, I can’t let him bother me anymore” you mumble, making your way to the kitchen to grab three wine glasses.

“I can’t believe this even happened” Natasha’s voice is quiet as she opens the bottle of wine beside you. “I do” you shrug, sliding the glass to her to pour them out.

“He’s not one to stop until he gets what he wants, he wants me and Viv” sipping on the glass you look between the two women in your kitchen. “Thank you for coming here” you whisper, holding the glass against your cheek as the two smile. “We love you, I know how hard it was to leave Steve there” Wanda smiles.

The smile that makes its way to your face as the idea of Steve has you blushing at the coo’s from the two women. “Vivan was upset he wasn’t here to tuck her in” you sigh, crossing your arms across your chest. “I’m not happy about it” you admit with a shrug. “He was upset he couldn’t follow you, but he also understands where you were coming from” you nod, biting your lip.

“I feel bad I upset him” you admit, looking between the two of them, tears rimming your lower lash line. “I feel bad this is even happening, to him, to Vivian” you whimper, letting the dam break that you were holding back. You fall into Natasha’s arms as she was the closest to catching you. “Oh love” Wanda is there, arms around you in the most nurturing way.

There in the darkest hours of the night you cried to two women you least expected to have in your life.

The glasses of wine left and long forgotten.

Steve couldn’t help to pace, biting his lip as he fought his mind and heart. He wanted to go to you so badly, he wanted to comfort you as he knew the toll Ransom took on you.

He also knew he had to respect you and your boundaries. “You need to relax” Bucky speaks up from the barn door, looking at him with a shake of his head. Steve jumps, looking back at his best friend. “I can’t relax knowing she’s hurting,” he admits, petting the horse in front of him, who does nothing but huff.

“I know how much her and Vivian have grown on you, I know you want to be there” he nods, looking back at Bucky. “The both of them mean alot to me” he admits, looking back at Captain, who stood with his head in Steve’s hand. “Maybe.. you should head over there, check on her” Steve’s head snaps to his best friend quickly.

“I need to also respect her wishes and leave them be” Bucky shakes his head, looking at the blonde hopeless man. “I think you know that didn’t pertain to you Rogers” he nods slowly. “Go” Bucky speaks again, Steve running to his truck faster than his feet could carry him.

He knew he broke too many laws on his way to the house, he would deal with the consequences another day. He wanted to get to you. Pulling into the long driveway he takes note of the vehicles in the driveway, just hoping he didn’t see Ransoms.

Quickly getting out of the truck he slams the car door, cringing as he makes his way up the steps. He lifts his hand, the door opening before it connects to knock.

“Get in here” Natasha whispers, pulling her best friend into the house.

“Woah woah what’s going on?” Steve pulls the hat off his head, sitting on its spot on the couch, looking between the two red heads. “I think the only thing that can help is you” Wanda speaks first, his brows pulling together as he looks between them. “I put her to bed, she cried for almost an hour” he nods slowly.

“She just needs you” Natasha admits as he nods again, now fully understanding. “I’ll take care of them” he slides the boots off his feet, leaving them by the front door so he does not track the dirt and muck through your home. “I got this” he smiles as they both nod, looking back at him as they make their way to the door, sending him a soft smile.

He makes his way up the stairs slowly, trying to miss the creak in the stairs to avoid waking you and Vivian. He moves to the door, taking a deep breath to prepare, seeing you so vulnerable.

He pushes the door open slowly, peeking around the door to take in your sleeping form. He smiles to himself, shutting the door quietly behind him. Making his way to the bed he sits beside you slowly.

You stir, feeling the bed dip beside you as you roll over, hand falling to his back. “Hey sweet girl” he whispers, hand falling into yours as he intertwines your fingers.

“Steve?” you mumble, voice full of sleep. “It’s me, get some sleep” he kisses your hand, he smiles as he notes the way your lashes fall across your cheeks, you were so peaceful.

“Lay with me” you mumble, pulling on his hand as he soon falls into the covers beside you.

He wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you into his chest, tucking you under his chin.

You let out a heavy content sigh into the shirt he wore. “How’d you even get here?” you mumble, feeling the rumble of his chest under your head. His large hand was comforting as it made its way up and down your back, “Bucky kinda told me to stop moping around and come check on you”.

You can’t help the smile that makes its way on your lips as you nod. The comfort of his arms around you, you can’t help the sleep to take over you again.

“Go to sleep sweetheart” he runs his hands through your hair, nimble fingernails scratching at your scalp. Steve laid beside you as your breathing mellowed, signaling to him you had fallen asleep.

As he held you to his chest, he knew at that moment he was not gonna let anything happen to you or Vivian.

— A MONTH LATER

Steve stood beside you, hand in yours as he stood in his nicest button down and nicest pair of pants, the man owned a pair of khakis, surprising you when you saw him pull them on this morning. “You may be seated” you sat beside your lawyer, Steve beside you. You can feel Ransom’s eyes on you, shooting daggers at the man beside you.

Steve realized he was far from being worth the suffering and way past letting him get under his skin. “I would like to start today by saying we will keep this civil, the life of a child in our hands” the judge began, motioning to herself and the jury. “Let’s begin with opening statements” your lawyer stood from her seat, adjusting her jacket.

“Good morning ladies and gentleman” she began, eyes on the jury as they began to hold their pens and notepads, ready for the arguments to begin. “I am representing my client today to protect a sweet innocent little girl” she began pacing, you knew Ransom’s lawyer was just as pissed as ransom to see her walking the courtroom.

She finalized your divorce with ransom, she was ready to fight for Vivian too.

You looked up at the soft comforting smile of your lawyer. “Hey” she whispers, hand on yours as she holds the tissue box out to you. “I know how much of a dick he is to you” she begins, keeping her hand in yours. You nod, wiping your cheeks with the tissues.

“Listen to me, hey, look at me” you look up to meet her eyes, biting your lip. “When you are ready”she whispers, sending you a grin. “I will take him for everything he is worth, especially to protect you and Vivian” you smile at that, nodding with a sniffle.

“I will make sure he never sees you or that little girl again, you can bet on that” you nod again, pulling her into a hug as she hugs you tight.

“I’m sure it is no secret who the man is sitting here today,” she continued, standing in front of the jury. “A man who took his families prized possessions, a man who murdered his grandfather” Ransom’s lawyer stands, “objection!”. Falling back in your seat you sigh.

“Hey” you look over at Steve’s soft whisper, sending you a smile. “We got this” he squeezes your hand, lips to your knuckles in a soft comforting kiss. You nod, sending him another soft smile and another squeeze to his hand, turning back to the judge. “Counselor” you lawyer nods then, “I’m sorry, murder accusation” she corrects herself, sending a smirk and wink your way.

“How would a young five year old be safe with anyone of this act? Someone who can do something so malicious, accusation or not” she nods, she notes the way the jury begins writing in the notebooks. “Nothing further” she buttons her jacket, walking to sit beside back in ehr seat as you send her a grin.

“Counselor” the judge nods to Ransom’s lawyer who stands with a cocky grin. “My client is a good man” he starts, you can’t help the eyeroll, you’re surprised they didn’t roll into your skull. “He has done nothing but care and love for his daughter, as well as her mother” he stands beside the jury then.

“But, she has taken that from him, his daughter” he nods, shoving his hands into his pockets. “After the finalization of the divorce, she packed up and ran, taking his daughter with her” you can’t help the eye roll then. “Taking her states away to hide her from the one person he adored the most, her father” you scoff, covering it with a cough as Steve's hand makes its way to your thigh.

“Don’t play into it” your lawyer’s voice can be heard beside you in a whisper. Ransom’s lawyer continued on, throwing to the jury how you stole his daughter away from him and took away the only person she loved, tearing you apart at the idea of you with another man who was now one of Vivian’s favorite people.

The judge stood from her seat, gavel slammed down as she sighs. “I’m calling a recess, we will return in fifteen” she makes her way to her chambers as you sigh, head falling to the table.

“We got this in the bag” she rubs your back in soft comforting circles as you nod slowly. “You are doing amazing” Steve speaks, sending your lawyer a warm smile as she nods.

“We’re gonna get him” she agrees, standing from her seat. “Go out and get some fresh air, I’ll see you both in fifteen” you nod against the table as she sends a stern look to Steve as he nods. “C’mon sweet girl” Steve stands, hand on your elbow as he helps you stand, handing falling to yours instinctively.

You follow beside him, hugging his arm as you make it out the doors. “C’mere” you collide with his chest, wrapping around his waist, sighing. “We got this in the bag okay? Just like she said, she’s ready to fight for you and Vivian” you nod against him, standing straighter as his hand stays on your waist.

“I can’t let this man control my life anymore” you sigh, shaking your head as your hands fall on your hips, on top of Steves. “You won't” he admits, kissing your temple as he pulls you back into his chest.

He feels the buzz of his back pocket, looking down at the text with a smile. “Bucky and Nat ask how you are doing” you look up at him as he shows you the text, you can’t help the smile.

“Tell them surviving” you giggle.

Fifteen minutes flew by as you followed beside your lawyer and Steve back into the courtroom. You take a deep breath as you sit down at the table. This was it. You would have full custody of your daughter, visitation as approved by you.

No more ransom at your neck about anything. Putting you down at the way you look at Steve, the way you looked at him at a time in his life.

The way Vivan had fallen for him as hard as Steve did for her. “Court is now back in session, Judge Reed residing” the woman made her way back to her seat.

“Welcome back” she nods in the direction of both of the lawyers. “I would like to hear closing statements at this time and we will let the jury converse” you nod slowly, looking over at your lawyer who sends a grin in your direction.

“We’ve got this” she stands, making her way to begin winning over the jury. You can see their pens moving quickly, writing and taking everything she says to heart. Your lawyer nods at the jury, “that is all” she makes it back to sit beside you.

Ransom’s lawyer begins, standing as he makes his way to the jury to deliver the final. The hopeful nail in the coffin for this part of your life.

The jury conversed for hours. They made their way back to their seats in the matter of half an hour. Envelope that held your and Vivian's futures in their hands.

Judge Reed spoke first, “Can the head juror please stand” soon the young woman stood, looking between you and Ransom. You felt Steve tense beside you, his hand falling into yours out of instinct as you watched her open the envelope.

“We rule in favor of Ms.(Y/L/N) of full custody, with visitation upon approval of the appropriate party” you sobbed, falling into Steve’s arms.

You and Vivian were free of her father. Free of the insults, free of the snide comments and dagger he’s sent your lover's way. “You bitch!” Steve stands at the sound of Ransom’s voice. You stand beside him, a smirk on your lips, wiping your cheeks before you turn to him.

“Ransom” you can hear his lawyer mumble to him as he pushes past him to meet your eye. You smirk, looking at him with a raised brow. “Justice is served” you smirk, arms crossed across your chest as she snarls. “You can not take her from me, bitch!” you shake your head, looking at him.

“Looks like I just did Ransom” He lunges then, Steve pushes you behind him as he takes Ransom by his collard shirt. “I suggest you leave, peacefully” Ransom scoffs, pulling himself from Steve’s grasp as he brushes himself off.

“This” he points to you, standing behind Steve, “is far from over” he pushes past everyone then. Pushes the doors open as he makes his way out of the courtroom and your lives.

You grab him by the shirt, pulling him to connect your lips, hands falling to the back of his head to pull him closer. His hands wrap around your waist, he kisses you as if his life depended on it.

One thing about Steve is he cherished these moments where he could kiss you anytime he wanted. The softness of your lips never failed to amaze him, soft and pillowy.

He cupped your cheeks in his soft calloused hands, pulling away to rest his forehead on yours.

“Let’s go get our girl” he whispers, smiling as you nod, hand resting on his as you pull him down to your lips again.

He kissed you breathless every time, it was almost his goal. “Let’s go get her” the smile on your lips was almost contagious as you walked hand in hand from the courthouse.

As soon as the truck came into view Vivian knew. She couldn’t wait for you and Steve to get home.

As she went to bed last night, aunt Natasha told her that Steve and mommy would be home by morning. She squealed at the sight of Steve’s truck, running out the front door before Bucky could catch her to put shoes on her feet.

“Daddy!” She screamed, stopping you and Steve in your tracks, he looked at you as you looked at him, eyes meeting bucky’s at the top of the porch steps.

He stopped, crouching to her level to catch the five year old. He catched her with a grunt, hugging her to his chest as she squealed. “Hi darlin” he grins, pulling her to his chest again as she hugs his neck tightly. In that moment you realized.

Steve was more of a father to Vivan than her own father, she looked at him as if he held the world.

He looked at her like she was his world. You followed behind them, your family, as you made your way inside with them.

–

The summer sun was hot, beaming down on you in the tanktop and jean shorts that adorned your body. The hussle of the family pulled you from the potato salad you were mixing.

The sight of Steve and Bucky tossing your daughter in the air, quick to catch her as she laughs, the pool water beneath her to catch her if they didn't. You can’t help the smile to make its way to your lips, wider than you think possible. “You know” you look back to see Wanda, shooing her own children into the pool with the boys.

“I think you were the best addition to this family” pulling her into you, giving her a side hug you sigh gently.

“This is my family” you mumble more to yourself than her as she nods, giving you a squeeze. “Yes it is”. You follow behind her with food in hand as you watch the kids in the pool.

“Food!” you yell, them all hurling themselves out of the pool at the mention of substance more than the bomb-pop popsicles. Steve picks Vivian up to set her on the deck, climbing out of the pool after her as he wraps her in a towel, drying himself off in the process.

They make their way to you, smiling. “Hi you two” you grin, pulled into the warm chest of your boyfriend. “Hi” he whispers, kissing your lips as if his life depended on it. “Ew” you hear Vivan gag as she walks over to Tommy and Billy. You smirk, pulling the cowboy hat off his head, even with swim trunks, no look was complete until he wore his hat.

You plop it on your head as you shoo him over to the food, giving his ass a slap as he passed by. You were thankful for that damn ad you saw on your way into the state, the stark rodeo.

The damn black cowboy hat that led you to this, standing here with your own family. People who loved you and your daughter unconditionally.

Who knew a cowboy hat could change so much in the span of a few short months.

As your blonde cowboy smiled at you like you held the world, you realized in that moment you were more than thankful for that cowboy hat, and the cowboy who wore it.

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a/n: that is it! i honestly loved writing this lil guy and honestly this was something I've never seen in the AU world and I just hope every one loves it as much as I do. :)

#steve rogers #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #captain america #steve rogers x #steve rogers au #steve rogers angst #steve rogers and reader #cowboy!steve #cowboy!au #chris evans steve rogers #christopher robert evans #sunshineandcowboyhats

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maddipoof · 1 year

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i wanna bite him omg

Who? This gorgeous?

Yeah me too. I wanna bite his forearms. Or just put my mouth on it and leave it there for a while.

My sister just told me I have a type “Dark hair, Kinda long, a lil fruity, like not afraid to kiss a boy” and so of course I said yeah that’s why I like fruit juice so much and then she said “and like straight noses too” so duh I looked at her like 😳😵‍💫 lotsa side eye

She didn’t get it

#steve harrington #let me at him #any version #knight!steve #cowboy!steve #regular Steve #all of it #can I lick him #is that allowed

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stevenose · 6 months

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𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 (18+)

kinktober: cowboy!steve edition

summary: the local handsome, womanizing cowboy is really starting to get on your nerves.

contains: reader with a vagina; reader is called “good girl”; business owner reader whaddup!; historical fiction; degradation; boot riding; praise; dirty talk; enemies to ???; extremely brief mention of a gun in a holster

word count: 2.7k

a/n: this is not historically accurate so do not go into it thinking it will be <3 i was inspired by that scene in raiders when marion and indy meet again in her bar lol. hope you enjoy!

The tattered rag in your hand squeaks against the whiskey glass in your other. You pay close attention to it, the rest of the tavern empty. It’s nearly midnight, all of your customers gone, the only company a few lit and dripping candlesticks.

Well, until he walks in.

You know who it is based on the click of the boots and the fact that the door had been locked. He stands behind you, leaning against the bar.

“I told you to get rid of that key,” you huff. “That’s stolen property.”

“Y’always like to call me an outlaw, don’t ya?”

You sit your glass down and throw the rag over your shoulder as you turn to face him. Steve Harrington, wearing his typical leather vest and a white linen button down, parted at the top to give you a look at his chest. Your eyes catch on his freckles before making your way up to his face. His coffee eyes are amused, a smile tugging at his lips.

“We’re closed,” you say, turning away from him, mostly to hide your face. He gets you worked up in every way he could.

“Did that ever stop me before?”

You roll your eyes and grab another glass to dry. He clears his throat to get your attention.

“I’ll take whiskey, darlin’,” he says. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Try another bar, Harrington,” you scoff. “You know my hours.”

“Woulda been here earlier, but I lost track of time.”

“You lose another herd of cattle again?”

“No.” You hear him light a match, the warm smell of smoke followed by rich, vanilla-infused tobacco. You have no idea how he can afford such cigars. “I didn’t work today.”

“Hm.” You sit a glass down. “At least one of us gets breaks.”

Steve sighs, puts his cigar out quickly on the bottom of his boot, and moves around the bar to join you behind it. He takes a glass from your hand and grabs whiskey with another. You feel a little faint when his skin touches yours.

“Hey!” you protest, watching him pop the lid off of a top-shelf bottle. “Don’t dirty a glass, jackass!”

He sort of rolls his shoulders, towering over you, and sits the glass down. Still, he keeps the whiskey in his hand - and before you can say anything, he drinks straight from it.

“Bastard!” you scold, shoving him, all while he laughs and downs as much as he possibly can. You fight him, reaching for it, but he keeps you at bay with one strong arm. “That - is - expensive - shit - Harrington!”

“Oh, really?” he giggles, boyish. He takes one final swig before slamming it on the cedar bar. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Think I prefer the cheap kind.”

You shove him again, and again, furious with him. “Now I’ve gotta open a whole ‘nother bottle!”

“You think I’m sick or somethin’?” He doesn’t seem much bothered by your pushing.

“Obviously,” you hiss. “Sick in the head for thinking you can come into my bar after hours without a penny to pay with just to chastise me.”

“I don’t think it spreads,” he smiles, reaching for your hands as you go to push him back towards the door. He takes your small wrists in his big hands - they wrap around them fully and he keeps you in place.

Your demeanor quickly changes, from furious to frozen. Chastise you, he does, especially when he gets like this. So close to you, his hands caressing you, then pulling back a second later like he didn’t mean it. Steve Harrington was a cowboy and a ladies man, everything you thought you detested. But you loved these midnight visits, even if he was annoying. You liked his company.

He seems to notice your change and bites back a broader smile. He pulls you towards him, walking backwards towards a broad leather chair. You begin to protest as he sits down, pulling you on top of him, your legs spreading around his thick thighs. His gun, locked away in his holster, is cold against your thigh.

“Harrington,” you warn, twisting, trying to get out of his grip.

“Hey,” he says softly, reaching up to cup your cheek. You melt immediately. “Just wanna ask you somethin’, alright?”

You swallow hard. “What, cowboy?”

“Why don’t ya like me?”

You laugh, turning your chin out of his grip. He seems a little hurt, tilting his head as he watches you.

“You’re everythin’ I hate,” you answer. “Dirty, foul mouthed, always out in the fields. You try to fuck anythin’ that moves. You’re presumptuous and pompous -“

“Me?” he asks, genuinely startled. “I’m pompous?”

“Of course you are. Y’think you’re better than everyone, and that’s why you can come in here and grab my whiskey without askin’.”

“I did ask first. Not my fault you’re such a stone-cold church bell.”

You gasp, but he continues before you can protest.

“Don’t know why you wanna act all tough. Y’know I’d know what tough is, don’t ya? I-“

“Oh, of course, you’re so brave out there on your horse -“

“See? Y’never let me finish. Hardly ever even give me a chance.”

“I don’t care to!”

Steve narrows his eyes. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

He stares at you a while longer before letting his hands creep towards your hips. “Well,” he says slowly. “I opine that you just like playin’ with me. And bottom fact is I’m gettin’ a little tired of it, darlin’.”

Your eyes widen a little, face heating. “I’m well over bein’ tired of you comin’ in and botherin’ me.”

“So you really don’t like me?”

“No.”

“Take off those trousers for me, then.”

You reel back. “Pardon me?”

“You don’t like me? Prove it, then.”

“I - I - h- how could you even assume -“

“You’ve been grindin’ on my lap this entire goddamn time,” he points out. “But if you’re so sure y’ain’t affected, go ‘head. Show me.”

You lick your lips. You know if you don’t that he’ll always assume you were. And he might even spread the rumor. And if you do, it’ll just confirm his suspicions. Because you’re soaked. Completely. No debate.

“Go on,” he coaxes. “Y’can go behind the bar if you need some privacy.”

Glaring, you hop off of his lap, looking down quick to see if you left a mark. You didn’t, but it’s very clear he’s hard.

“And you’re worried about me?” you snark, nodding towards his crotch.

“Never said I didn’t like you,” he says, adjusting in his seat as you stand breathless. “You gonna make me wait?”

You force yourself to move after a second, feet heavy as you walk behind the bar. He stays in place, watching you, arms crossed over his broad chest. You bite your tongue and pull your trousers off first, then take your cotton underwear in your hands. As you already knew, they’re wet. You stare, contemplating spilling some ale on them.

“Bring me that whiskey while you’re at it.”

You roll your eyes and ball your underwear into your fists as you pull your pants back on. You grab a glass and the cheap whiskey and return to him, making him catch the glasses as you throw them at him.

“And your panties?”

You throw them at him as hard as you can. Steve takes them immediately and grins wide as he inspects them. A low whistle leaves his soft, parted lips. “Yup,” he says, the fabric looking small in his big hands. “Knew it.”

“It was hot today,” you protest. “I’ve been here forever, they - they need changed -“

A shot of lightning hits down through your core as you watch him bring your underwear up to his nose and inhale. Deep. He savors it, eyes drifting shut for a long moment before they open again, and he grins.

“I know a needy cunt when I smell one.”

Now you’re standing in place, heart beating fast in your chest. Your hands clench and unclench in uncertainty. You grind your teeth and stare at him with heated cheeks and chest.

“So everythin’ you say you hate, you like,” he starts. He shifts, tucking your underwear in his back pocket. You don’t argue. “You like big, strong men who come in and take what they want from you. Cause it’s so hard, runnin’ this place by yourself, no one t’take care of ya. Spendin’ your nights alone. You want someone else to call the shots, huh?”

You swallow hard.

“That it? You need a man with authority?”

“You don’t have authority,” you force out.

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes a little. He’s handsome in the warm glow of the candles, catching on the sun-kissed highlights in his brunette hair. “You’re no different than the livestock I train. You just need a firm hand and a gentle tone, huh? I know I can break you in time. Just gotta get you to yield first.” He suddenly moves his foot forward and taps it against the hardwood floor. “Come sit on my boot.”

The air is knocked out of your lungs. “What?”

“There’s one difference,” he observes softly. “Animals are a lot better at obeyin’ than you.”

You detest the accusation, the way he’s speaking to you, and yet your cunt aches with need. You want to rub your little clit against his boot and make him talk sweet to you. You remain still, a stare-off with him.

“I’m not very patient,” he says, tapping his shoe. “But I’m tryin’ to be for you.”

You set a glare as you step towards him, legs shaking.

“There ya go,” he coos as you move to your knees, “could get used to this.”

“Don’t,” you snap.

“You think y’wont get addicted to this?” he asks. “I know I already am. Seein’ you on your knees before me - you get me hard, dear. Bet you’re good at grindin’ those hips - you done that before, right? Who’s that wealthy shop owner’s son? John?”

You glare up at him as you settle over his boot. “Don’t talk about John.”

“Isn’t me,” he says, holding his hands up. “You know everyone in town was talkin’ when you were together. Think you like people in different classes than you, huh? Did he talk sweet to you?”

You’re overwhelmed and hot. It makes you dizzy. The steel toe of his boot against your scratchy trousers doesn’t help. You nod, unable to speak much, brows furrowed in opposition.

“Too sweet?” he presses. “That why you’re on my boot right now? Y’like gettin’ talked down to? I can do that, but I’m a romantic, if you’d believe it. Like to cuddle after, make a real connection. You gonna be good and grind?”

Setting your jaw and bearing down, you begin pressing your hips into his shoe. The cool, hard pressure makes you gasp, and Steve smiles wide above you. You hold onto his leg for support, fingertips bruising him.

“There we go,” he praises, taking his glass and whiskey and pouring it. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You don’t answer, but your whimpers answer for you. You bite your lip and whine softly, circling your hips. Steve whistles low again and takes a sip of the caramel colored alcohol above you. “Jesus, I could get used t’this. Shuttin’ you up on my boot. You be good and I’ll reward you, honey. Want a sugar cube?”

“Shut up,” you hiss.

“Aw, alright,” he beams. “Sugar don’t work on you, shoulda known. How ‘bout my cock? That a good enough reward?”

Despite your best attempts, a moan forces itself past your lips. You’ve dreamed of him, ever since he first busted into your bar and begged for a drink after a long day of herding. His large figure on top of you, crushing you, while his cock rams you in spots you didn’t know existed. You wish you could see more of it now - but you’re only face to face with his clothed election.

“Huh.” He takes a drink. “Didn’t think you’d like that. You’re just full of surprises, huh? That’s somethin’ I like ‘bout you.”

You hate that his words make your cheeks catch fire.

Steve angles his foot upwards, making the boot raise and press deliciously against your clit. You cry out, head falling back, and Steve chokes out a sigh. “God Almighty, look at you. All this from fuckin’ my boot. Could you have imagined?”

You shake your head, though you aren’t paying much attention to him. Your body shakes as you move yourself against him. Every push and pull makes you weaker, a tightness starting in your lower stomach and reaching down for your clit. You rest your head against his knee and miss him taking his cigar back out of his vest’s pocket. You smell the march and tobacco again. It smells like him. That rich scent, followed by the sweet smell of hay and maple sugar, envelopes him wherever he goes. You wish your thin bedsheets smelled like it.

“C’mere,” he urges, reaching for your hair and tilting your head up. “Open up.”

He bounces his foot again, and your mouth drops.

“Breathe,” he instructs, before leaning down and blowing smoke right into your mouth. You inhale, but the smoke is too much - it forces you to cough and stutter. Steve leans back and smiles, taking another drag and blowing it down towards you. “‘nother thing t’train you to take, huh?”

Overwhelmed with pleasure and the sudden urge to be better than him, or at least good for him, you nod.

“I’ll make a list,” he sighs. He’s lazy, leaning back and watching you. He sets his glass on the oak table beside him and presses his palm against his cock. “Y’know, I really pride myself on breakin’ things in. I’ve handled some of the most aggressive mares in the state. Even when they kick and punch, even when they resist … I always make ‘em mine.”

Your teeth bite into his knee, your movements speeding up. You cry out, eyes rolling back, the tightness growing.

“You wanna be mine?” he asks, leaning forward again. “That it? Wanna be yours. Want you to pay attention t’me. I’d do whatever y’asked. Wanna be your big, strong man. Will you let me?”

A shuddering breath. “Steve,” you whimper. It’s the first time you’ve called him that.

“Good girl, that’s my name.” He pats your head. “Wanna be Steve’s girl? Huh?”

You betray your conscience and listen to your subconscious. “Mhm. Ah! Y-yes!”

“Then cum. C’mon, know y’can, want it. Polish my shoe, darlin’.”

You press your head hard into his knee and dig your fingers into his flesh. Deep breaths, along with your movements, make your body rise and fall. Steve bounces his shoe a little, angling it up, and with a sharp inhale and shout you cum. The room feels like it’s upside down. You’re dizzy, overwhelmed, parched as the white-hot feeling spreads from your pussy to the rest of you. It leaves you weak, and you’re about to fall back before Steve catches you, two hands on your biceps.

“Hey, hey,” he coos, pulling you back up into his lap. Your forehead rests against his. “‘s alright, Steve’s got you. There we go. Did so good for me, peach. Y’look so pretty for me.”

“I’m. Not. A. Horse,” you pant.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, hands moving to cup your ass. “Give me a kiss, won’t you?”

You pull away from him to press your lips as hard as you can against his. He gasps, a hand flying up to the back of your neck. You kiss him hard, a little messy, finishing it off with a harsh bite to his bottom lip before pulling away.

“Goddamn,” he mumbles, reaching up to touch his bottom lip. “Y’need some more trainin’, I see.”

“Well,” you pant with a half hearted shrug. “Guess you’re gonna be busy.”

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