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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months

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📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 3620

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.

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6. Somethin' with Bananas

Steve

Steve wakes up to Bucky spooning him, pressing his morning wood against his ass. He hums with his eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling. “Mmm, g’morning.”

Hands slide onto his hips. “Mornin’ Sunshine.”

Steve smiles. “Sunshine” is one of Bucky’s favorite pet names for him. Steve is rather fond of it too, after so many years together. His husband has a knack for making him feel special like that. “What’re you doin', Buck?” he warns softly, still smiling because he likes the feeling of being explored, even if they can't take this far right now because of—

“She left for work a while ago,” Bucky murmurs, the answer to a question that Steve hasn’t asked. Alone time doesn’t happen as much as it used to, these days. "Left a bunch of baking stuff out on the counter. There's a note threatening us with mortal peril if we eat any of her bananas."

"Hmm." Steve yawns deeply and wiggles his butt back against his husband's noticeable hardon. "Whas'she makin'?"

"Dunno. Somethin' with bananas." Bucky’s hand slides to the juncture of Steve’s legs. He palms the half hard line of his cock from over his briefs, massaging the bulge as it grows. Steve moans a little and tips his head back to Bucky’s shoulder, a wordless request for kisses. Bucky starts lavishing his neck with attention while his hand continues its slow work.

Steve loves moments like this. Early morning, the sun barely out and the world quiet, the bedroom air still and thick from sleep; easy, instinctual fucking; simple and not complicated, just the two of them loving on each other. He inhales a little sharper when Bucky finally slides his hand under the waistband of his underwear. “Yeah,” he whispers.

“Mmhm.” Bucky kisses his neck. “This what you wanted, Honey?” His hand is wrapped flush around Steve now, skin on skin. He strokes once up and down and gives a squeeze, starts up a slow, tight rhythm.

“Oh.” Steve bites his lip, eyes closed as he just feels what Bucky’s doing to him. “Mm. Mmhm. S’real good.” He shivers when Bucky’s thumb swipes at his cockhead, spreading the wetness around and pressing firm against his slit. “Fuck …”

“Always were a leaker,” Bucky says lowly. “You get so wet, Honey.”

“Buck,” Steve whines. He loves Bucky’s talk in bed but he’s never been able to handle it. It turns him into a pitiful mess, every time.

Bucky

Bucky just chuckles, knowing the effect he has on him. He’s Dominant. Winding Steve around his little finger comes naturally to him, and Steve can’t say he doesn’t like it. “You were making pretty sounds in your sleep,” Bucky says, murmuring the words in between kisses on Steve’s neck. “Moaning and moving your hips a little.” He demonstrates, pushing his own hips up against Steve’s ass. Steve makes an embarrassed, whimpery sort of noise that goes straight to Bucky’s cock, and he shushes him. “Shh, no. It was hot, Stevie. You were feeling real good in your sleep, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

“What were you dreaming about?” Bucky presses his thigh forward, between Steve’s legs, crowding him that much closer. “Hm?”

“Her,” Steve says breathily. “I … h-her.”

“Mary?” Bucky grins against the skin of his neck. “Having dirty dreams about our girl, huh?”

Steve moans—whether at Bucky calling her ‘their girl’, or at the way his other hand is now reaching down to cup Steve’s sac, isn’t clear. Bucky gives a gentle squeeze and tug, then rolls the weight of his testicles in his palm. Steve, who’s always been keen on having his balls played with, moans louder and nods against the pillow. “Didn’t mean to,” he says, as if he needs to defend his character.

Bucky grins like a shark and nips his earlobe. “Course not. You just couldn’t help it, could you? She’s always there, moaning around bites of cream filled pastries, showing off her ass in those leggings—”

Steve groans.

“—Giving us attitude every day like she wants a spanking, but dropping so sweet by the end’a the night.” He can see pink spreading around to the back of Steve’s neck and shoulders now. His Stevie colors so easily. Bucky licks delicately along the shell of his ear and whispers, “Tell me. Tell me what you did to her in the dream.” Steve moans and doesn’t answer for a long while, maybe too distracted by Bucky’s hand that’s still stroking him slowly. Bucky stills, opens his hand and presses Steve’s cock up against his stomach. “Steve,” he warns. “Tell me.”

“... Wasn’t me,” Steve mumbles, embarrassed. “It was you. You were touching her, fucking her.”

Bucky’s guts tighten in arousal. “Oh?” he breathes. “You like thinkin’ about that? Like thinking about me laying her out? Her spreading her legs for me right here on this bed?” Steve groans and nods, whining impatiently and humping forward for more. Bucky chuckles and takes him in hand again, squeezing his shaft and fondling his balls. They’re tighter now, drawn up closer to his body as he gets more worked up. “So?” Bucky needles, when he still hasn’t gotten an answer. “Is that what you want?”

“Bucky, nngh, Yes, alright?”

“Mmhm.” He chuckles softly and nuzzles Steve’s neck, enjoying his husband’s flustered state. “But you know, I think I’d like to watch you.” He can just picture it: Steve’s muscled, strong body moving over her soft curves, his big hands holding her open gently—because everything Steve does is gentle—while he makes her cum on his cock. “Yeah. You like that idea, Big guy? Me too. I wanna watch this big fat dick—” he squeezes his fist on Steve— “plowing her sloppy, making her cum so good she even cries a little bit.” Steve whines again, and Bucky hums in agreement. “Mmhm. It’d be so hot, Stevie.”

Steve squirms against him in distress. “I, I’ve never … With girls I mean. I’m not … I’ve never …” he peters off, and Bucky’s got no idea what he’s saying.

“What?” He frowns and ruts his erection against the cleft of Steve’s ass for a little relief. “What’re you talking about, Baby? You’ve been with women before. College?”

Steve shakes his head against the pillow. “No, I mean I … I don’t know what to do. To make ‘em feel good. I’m … not good at it.”

Bucky actually stops what he’s doing. Steve grunts at the lack of touch, but Bucky just hushes him and pulls on his shoulder, urging him to turn over. “Hey. C’mere. Look at me.” Steve’s face is indeed colored pink when he turns to lie facing Bucky. His eyes flick up briefly, but dart away again, shy. Bucky’s heart squeezes. “Oh, Honey,” he says, bringing a hand up to cup Steve’s jaw. “Who told you that?” He thinks of murdering whatever coed bitch might’ve made Steve feel self-conscious.

Steve looks mortified. “Nobody did. Just … I could tell. The times I was with ‘em. I couldn’t make them, you know, cum.” He looks so ashamed as he admits it, and Bucky wants to grab him and kiss all over his entire face.

“Aw, Steve,” he coos. “Is that it? You’re nervous about being with a woman again? Not confident?”

Steve nods. He tucks himself against Bucky’s body and presses his face in his neck, hiding there. “Women are hard,” he mumbles. “I like ‘em, but it’s not easy.”

Bucky chuckles a little. “Yeah, that’s for sure. But it’s not that bad, baby. You just gotta know a few basics. Gotta take it real slow and feel them out, find out what makes her feel good. Every girl’s different. That’s the beauty in it.”

Steve grunts and ruts up against him, their cocks knocking together between their bellies. “Tell me?” he asks, eager and sweet. “Please, Buck? Tell me how.”

Bucky feels like half the blood leaves his brain, his dick throbbing anew. “Fuck,” he breathes, crazy turned on at the idea. “You want me to teach you, Stevie? Teach you how to get her crying? Dripping wet? How to touch her so good you make her cum?”

Steve shivers and nods, grinding his forehead into Bucky’s shoulder in embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah I want you to. Want you to teach me.”

Bucky pulls Steve’s head up to make him look at him. His face is pinched—embarrassed but wanting. Bucky curses. “Fuck. Yeah, yeah baby I’ll teach you how. C’mere.” He moves up the bed, pulling Steve’s meaty shoulders to get him to follow, directing him to sit in his lap, back to chest as Bucky props them up against the headboard. He spreads his legs wide to accommodate Steve’s bulk, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “My little overachiever,” he murmurs. “Such a Boy Scout, always wanting to be the best you can be.”

Steve huffs. “Don’t think they gave out merits for eating pussy,” he quips, uncharacteristically lewd.

Bucky barks out a laugh in delight. “Well pay attention, Sweetheart. You’re about to earn that badge.” Steve shudders against him, but he’s leaning back against Bucky, slumped just a little lower in his lap. He’s ready to listen, and Bucky’s fucking hot at the chance to tell. “First thing you gotta know,” he says, speaking delicately and smoothing his hands over Steve’s sides. “Is forget what you’ve seen in porn. They make that shit for us, not them. It’s all fake. No better way to make a girl miserable than to go pounding into her or whatever else.”

Steve makes a questioning noise, and God bless him, Bucky knows instantly that this is news to the big dummy. “But …” he hedges.

“No buts, Honey.” Bucky kisses his ear. “You gotta be so gentle. Always start soft, always go slow. Start that way and pay attention to her reactions.” He skims his fingertips up Steve’s ribs, tickling lightly over to his pecs and back down, making him gasp. “Yeah,” Bucky hums, “Just like that. She might be quiet at first, girls don’t moan all loud right off the bat. They don’t get worked up as fast as we do. They take time.”

Steve nods, panting a little as he listens to him. “W-what then?” he asks.

“Listen to her breathing, the sounds she makes. She’ll start breathing heavier when you’ve got her feeling good, start making little sounds without even realizing she’s doin’ it.” Steve looses a tiny whimper and Bucky grins. “Yeah, just like that.” He reaches down and finds Steve’s cock again, and god it’s sexy how wet his fella can get. He strokes him a few times, just languidly, letting the precum guide the slide of his fist. Not hurrying. Showing Steve what he means when he says ‘slow’.

“Oh,” Steve breathes, sounding gone for it.

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees. “And then when she starts moving her hips?” He presses his crotch into the small of Steve’s back. “Just rubbing herself against you or humping up in the air a little? Oh yeah, that’s when she’s into it.” He brings one hand up to cradle Steve’s pec. “Girls are more sensitive here than we are,” he tells him. He’s looking over Steve’s shoulder now, eyeing up what he’s doing. He flicks his thumb over the nipple—so freaking small and petal pink where Bucky’s are darker. And he’s so responsive, the nipple pebbling up with hardly any effort on Bucky’s part. “Mmhm,” Bucky hums approvingly. “You want to try different things. You can just hold ‘em …” he uses both hands and cups the meat of Steve’s chest, giving a proprietary squeeze. Steve moans and Bucky smiles. “Yeah. But not too hard. Treat her tits like they’re something delicate, somethin’ special.” He makes the motion to Steve’s pecs like he would do to lightly bounce a woman’s breasts in his palms. “And Mary, she’s got smaller tits. A nice, healthy handful, just like you.”

Steve whines and squirms impatiently in his lap. Bucky glances down to check, and sees Steve’s cock; abandoned on his stomach, dark, and leaking. It’s so heavy and thick, the foreskin drawn halfway down the head, showcasing the shiny pink tip of him. Bucky curses softly. Fuck, but he wants to wring an orgasm out of that cock like ten minutes ago. But he forces himself to stay the course.

“When you use your mouth on her nipples,” he whispers, voice soft like velvet in Steve’s ear, “You can lick. Or nibble a little.” He mimics each option with a stroke and then a pinch of his fingers on Steve’s nipples, flicking out with his tongue to get the shell of Steve’s ear. “But I’ll tell you what: most of ‘em like it best when you suck.” He uses all five fingertips drawn together to pull gently at the peaks of Steve’s chest, and Steve makes a hurt, wanting sound. “Yeah,” Bucky agrees. “Suck her nipples. Then fit as much of her in your mouth as you can and suck that too.” He takes pity on Steve and reaches back down for his cock. Steve cries out, and Bucky gentles him. “Shh sh sh. Remember: slow.”

Steve groans, his tight hips flexing and pushing his cock up into the curl of Bucky’s fist. “Buck, please.”

“It’s not about you,” Bucky chides. “You’re a man. You get to cum so easy and all the time. You gotta help her get there, give her what she deserves.”

Steve sobs a little, so worked up from all the teasing, but he falls back into Bucky, relaxing against his chest and laying himself open for Bucky to continue. Pride and adoration for his man well up in Bucky at the show of submission. “Good,” he praises, giving an extra indulgent twist on the next upstroke. Steve’s foreskin moves with the motions, making soft, wet noises with all the precum he’s leaking. Bucky hums appreciatively. “Yeah, lookit that.” He draws his hand all the way up, tight, and then dips his thumb into the folds, rubbing into that wetness, against the sensitive head. “If you’re doing it right, touching her enough, she’ll be wet by now,” he says. “But you still shouldn’t go for her pussy yet. Not yet.”

“What … what else?” Steve asks muzzily, like he can’t think of anything else to do that doesn’t involve his dick getting jerked off or sticking it in a hypothetical pussy.

“Tease her,” Bucky says. “Run your hands all over her body, all over her soft skin.”

Steve sighs happily. “I like how soft they are. Smooth.”

Hearing Steve talk about what he likes about women makes Bucky’s dick throb, and he grinds it against Steve’s lower back for some relief. “Mmhm,” he agrees, moving his hands up and down the skin of Steve’s ribcage, his belly, grabbing on at his hips and giving a proprietary jostle. “Dig your fingers into her, gentle but insistent. Let her feel how much you love her body.”

“Now?” Steve asks.

“Not yet,” Bucky whispers.

“Fuck. Bucky.”

“Tease her,” he insists, ignoring Steve’s pleading. He slides his hands down Steve’s thighs and inwards, pulling them apart. Steve moans and spreads them wide. “Exactly,” Bucky says. “You want to touch her here. Run your hands all over, so close to where she wants it. Remember, if you’ve been doing this right, she’ll be wet by now.” He goes back and strokes the wetness along Steve’s shaft. “Sink down between her legs and kiss her thighs—you’ll smell it.”

“Oh my god.”

Bucky smiles, in love with his husband for how easily he comes apart under his care. He traces down to the base of Steve’s cock, making a vee with two fingers and rubbing the skin on either side. “Put pressure on her mound, really close but not touching where she wants it. Not yet.” His other hand slides down and delicately traces the seam of Steve’s sac. “Tease her, trace her folds. Get a little bit of that wetness and rub it around to make her even more sensitive. And then …” He blows gently on Steve’s ear. Steve moans. “Just like that. You want to wait. Don’t give her your mouth until she’s whining and shovin’ up at you for it.”

“Nngh,”

Bucky chuckles and circles the wet pad of his finger over one testicle and then the other. He nudges at Steve’s taut sac and whispers in his ear. “Push her lips apart.”

Steve is breathing hard through his nose, tense, his dick bobbing rock hard and angry in the air. Bucky has mercy on him and reaches for it, and Steve chokes out a sob of relief at only the slightest touch.

Bucky kisses his temple soothingly. “Shh. Here. Riiight here.” He holds the head between his thumb and fingers and starts jacking just the tip of him, foreskin tugging and gliding in that way that he knows feels amazing for Steve. “Right above her sweet spot, see? You rub on her like this, up and down, back and forth. Work the hood over her clit juuust like this.”

Steve makes a debased groan at the echo of what Bucky’s saying, and how he’s working Steve’s foreskin over the head of his dick. “Fuck, fuck,” he hisses.

“Yeah, you’re close. She’s soaked by now. You think it’s time to give her more?”

“Bucky. Yes, yes, please.” His hips are straining upwards but he lets his head loll back on Bucky’s shoulder, open for what he’ll do next. “Please,” he begs.

“Now this is important, baby, so pay attention,” Bucky says. “Some women like a mouth on ‘em down there, some don’t. Some do, but they have a hang up over how they think they look or taste or something.” Steve makes a sad noise at that, matching Bucky’s opinion that: yeah, women shouldn’t worry so much. Pussy is just generally fucking awesome. “Tell her how much you love it,” he says. “The taste of her, the shape of her lips. Make her feel pretty and wanted.” He’s fondling Steve’s balls anew as he says this, rubbing and rolling them, then cupping his whole palm over them and dipping behind to dig fingertips into his taint. “Come on, Stevie,” he goads, “Let me hear it. Tell me what you’d say.”

It takes Steve a few tries before he can pull enough of his brain out of his dick to rasp, “S’fucking gorgeous p-pussy. So … so wet. Can I lick it Honey, huh? Please lemme lick it. Wanna taste that sweet cunt.”

Bucky gasps, shocked and delighted at Steve’s dirty talk. “Oh, Stevie,” he groans. “Baby. Fuck, yes. I didn’t know you had it in you.” He wraps his hand fully around Steve’s cock and starts jerking him off fast, fast enough that it’s obvious he’s finally aiming to make Steve cum, and Steve chokes on a relieved heave of breath.

"Yes! Oh, thank you!”

Bucky attacks Steve’s neck with his mouth, biting and smearing spit and scraping his teeth over the wet skin. He growls as he watches his fist working furiously over Steve's red, hard dick. “Suck her clit while you fuck her on your fingers,” he rasps. “Tell her she’s a good girl, tell her to ride your face, grind down on your hand. Make sure she knows she’s allowed to let go.”

Steve cries out, guttural and loud like he always gets when his pleasure is cresting. “Bucky, Buck. Honey, oh. F-fuck, m’close.”

“Mmhm. Thaat’s it, Princess,” he says, pitching his voice just so and using that name so that Steve knows. Knows he’s talking to her.

Steve whines, his whole body tight and straining into Bucky’s grip.

“Curl your fucking fingers in her,” Bucky growls. “She’s close. Don’t slow down. Don’t even speed up. She likes what you’re doing now, so don’t you dare fucking change a thing.”

“Bucky!”

“That’s it, Princess, just like that. You’re almost there.”

“Fuck, fuck … ssshit …”

“Ride Daddy’s hand, fuck back on it. Good girl.”

Steve jerks and shouts, cock pulsing in telltale contractions, before searing ropes of come shoot up his stomach and all over Bucky’s hand. “Oh, oh, oh!” He grunts through it with gorgeous sounds, and Bucky’s so in love with the sight of it that he’s not roleplaying anymore when he purrs, “Fucking beautiful, Sweetheart.”

Steve slumps when it’s over, still panting from the pleasure. Bucky eases off, sets his wet and slowly softening dick gently against his stomach. He moves them, guiding Steve to turn over and lie out on his front. He shoves Steve’s legs together and straddles them, swipes his hand that’s covered in Steve’s release into the tight space between his thighs, wetting him up. He growls viciously, pent up and rock hard and ready to fucking cum. He ruts into the wet clench of Steve’s thick thighs, fucking him like he’s got a loose, easy cunt. “Fuck, baby,” he grits, close within a matter of minutes. He chases his orgasm and collapses onto Steve’s broad back when it hits, grinding in hard one last time and shouting loud and guttural with how goddamn good it feels. “Fuck! Ughn, f-ffuuck.”

He comes down heaving, panting against Steve’s skin. Steve is strong enough that he can roll out from under his weight, and he pulls Bucky into his arms and draws his head onto his chest. Bucky goes gratefully, happy to have Steve’s firm pecs as a pillow. “God, honey,” he breathes, wrung out. Steve makes a noise of agreement. They just lie there together, sweaty and spent, catching their breath for a long time.

“... Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“… You’re a good teacher.”

Bucky laughs and crawls up to kiss Steve on the mouth. “Yeah,” he says when they part. “But that wasn’t even the main event.” Steve looks confused for a second, before Bucky slyly clarifies: “You still gotta fuck her. And you know you want to make her cum at least twice.”

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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hello!! if you can and want, could you write some angst with steve x fem!reader in which reader feels insecure - in a way that she thinks she's annoying because she talks too much and sometimes too loud, and one day, steve has the party over for a movie night and one of the kids mention that she talks too much and she's too loud while steve goes into the kitchen for something (or to the bathroom, whatever). so from that moment on she tries to speak as little as possible until steve brings it up to her one day and comforts her about it.

i'm sorry if it's too specific, if you can't do it, it's alright! your writings are some of my favourites on tumblr!!! 🌼💗

you and steve never really had any major problems, little fights every now and then but it wasn’t big. you still loved each other, you completed each other

but sometimes, just sometimes, you’d wonder if you really did complete steve. moments like this would always come up, like you’d be play fighting with steve and you’d say “i’m gonna catch you!” a bit too loud

when that would happen, you’d quiet down, you’d be the same, just calmer and more quiet. steve never really notice it until one day, where it became way too clear for him not to.

you were with the party, everyone was wrapped around blankets, popcorn and snacks in hand as they watched the movie, steve was next to you, holding you close as you watched

“wait i don’t get it—how did all that happen when her boyfriend was just sleeping, he must’ve noticed, right?” you asked

“hm, don’t think so, it was outside so he couldn’t have heard it” steve explained

“ohh, yeah right” you said, steve then told you he was gonna go get more snacks from the kitchen

“that one’s my favorite” you pointed to the girl on the screen, you liked talking about the characters and movie overall

“oh my god” mike whined

“we get it, jesus” lucas said

“what the hell, guys?” dustin said

“im sorry dustin i cant take it anymore” mike said, “cant you go one minute without talking? it’s so annoying! we can barely hear the movie because of how loud you are!” mike rolled his eyes and dustin smacked him

“oh…i’m sorry” was all you said, you turned back to the movie and snuggled closer into your blanket, wishing you could hide under it forever. you wanted to disappear, to go away.

you zoned out as the scene kept replaying in your head, you knew it. you finally knew what they truly think of you, what they hate about you. and it was exactly what you hated about yourself

you felt steve sit next to you, making you snap back to reality

“got you your favorite” he smiled and gave you the bag, you slightly smiled and ate in silence

ever since that night, you barely spoke. when you’d visit steve, you’d just listen and nod when he’s speaking. only time you’d actually talk is when you had to give a verbal response.

even then, it was low and wasn’t the way you used to talk, it was worse when you were around the party, you wouldn’t utter a single sound. you thought nobody would notice, but steve did. very much.

steve was working robin’s shift, so it was just you and him, he called you earlier, asking if you could come over since he’s closing the store now, you muttered a small ‘mhm’ and went to the store, helping him close up

he was talking to you about one of the customers that came today, and how they’d taken so long to decide what movie they wanted

“can you believe it? 45 minutes just to pick ghostbusters, it’s not even that hard of a decision to make” he said as he put away the tapes, he looked to you and saw you nodding

“let’s go sit for a bit, take a little break” he said and you nodded again, he sat in front of you, holding your hand

he called your name, and you shook your head in question, “you know i love you, right?” he said and you nodded, “you know you can tell me anything, right?” and you nodded yet again

“did i do something?” he asked and you furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head, “talk to me” he said, his tone frustrated

“no” you shook your head

“then tell me what’s wrong” he asked and you stayed silent, “i know somethings wrong, please—tell me why are you acting this way?”

“what way—“

“are you serious?” he cut in, “you’ve barely said a word to me for the past few days, i know theres a reason—talk to me, please.”

you looked at him for a bit and looked down, “there’s nothing wrong, okay? just—some people finally decided be brave enough to tell me the truth”

“what truth? what people—“

“the truth is that im annoying!” you snapped, “that im annoying—and loud, and talkative. and im happy to hear it because they’re not wrong. they’re not! i should actually thank them for finally telling me what’s wrong with me.” you sighed

steve looked at you with such hurt in his eyes, “who said that?” he asked in a low voice

“why do you even care—”

“why do i even ca—are you—because it’s a lie! everything—they’re all lies! baby, who cares if you like to talk about things more than others do, who cares if you’re loud? you’re you and thats what matters, whoever said that is saying complete bullshit, and i don’t care about it. i just—“ he sighed and held your hand tighter, “i miss your voice, i miss the way you get excited about things, i miss the way you talk on and on and on, i miss you. i miss you, peach.”

a smile found its way on your face and you hugged him tight, “i love you, stevie” you said

“i love you too” he smiled, a feeling of comfort finally coming back to him, to hear you and have you in his arms again.

you two held onto each other for a bit before letting go, “now, you wanna tell me who in their right mind said that?”

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ash5monster01 · 6 months

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Every Thought

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of childhood trauma, love languages, no use of y/n

Summary: When you casually mention to Steve you were thinking of him the other day he finds that the sentence alone made his heart soar for you and now he wants nothing more than to keep making you think of him forever. (I saw a reblog that @onegirlmanytales made and now I can’t get the idea of Steve being head over heels for someone just because they cared enough to think of him, so this was born)

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Normally Steve isn't this quiet. Yet how could he speak when you had just dropped this bomb on him? You said it so nonchalantly, laughing and contuining your story as if those words you had just uttered didn't completley wreck him. 'I was thinking about you the other day' and recalling some story where you had seen a guy struggling to use his walkman. You said it was something you could see him doing. You thought of him because you knew him, you noticed him. Actions and moments in time could remind you of him and the fact he was even on your mind at all made his heart soar.

He tried to determine why the simple action could tug on his heart so badly but then he realized it was because he had been waiting so long for someone to notice him. His parents never paid him any mind and since he had dropped King Steve status none of his peers did either. Even when dating Nancy her mind always seemed elsewhere, like she didn't even hear the words coming out of his mouth. He had gotten used to it, used to being an after thought. He busied himself with helping his friends, the kids, and he no longer bothered with making an impression on anyone because he was just Steve. He was dumb, clumsy, and nothing more than a pretty face. He didn’t have hobbies, hadn't played sports since highschool, and while everyone he knew was in college he worked at a video store. Yet somehow through all of this you had noticed him and the simple mannerisms of a stranger led your mind to think of him. A first thought, something that made you smile.

"Everything okay Steve?" your voice is the one to break him from his thoughts. He had been functioning on autopilot. Driving everyone home, the same route as always, you the last stop.

"Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?" he asked now nervous because it was just you two in the car, and based on the feelings he was holding for you right now he didn’t want to say anything that would embarass him.

"You haven’t spoke all afternoon and your gripping that steering wheel like it called you a mean name" you told him and he instantly loosened his hands, the blood rushing back to his knuckles that had turned white.

"Sorry" he apologized even though he wasn't entirely sure why. Just as he was about to scold himself your soft giggles filled the air beside him and as he looked over at you he swore there was hearts in his eyes.

"That's our Steve" you giggled lightly, as if his unecessary apology was another common thing for him to do. An action that would remind you of him. God he wanted you to think of him after everything you saw. Isn't that was what it was like to be in love? To see a puppy and your first thought to be you want that person to see it too. You see someone do a kind gesture and think that person would do that too. To always have them in your mind at all times. The forefront of your thoughts.

"I'm nothing special" he found himself saying and the gasp that came from you made his heart rate accelerate. He wished you knew he thought of you too. All the time. When he saw girls with your hair color, when someone laughed just a touch too loudly. It was always you and now you were thinking of him too.

"Nothing special? Please, you're Steve. Loyal, strong, smart, generous Steve. Nothing special my ass" and tears stung at the back of his eyes because you had taken qualities he didn't see in himself and labeled him as just those. That was how you saw him. He was afraid to speak, afraid you'd hear the sadness in his voice, but his silence spoke volumes instead. "You don’t believe me?"

"It's not that" he was defending, a soft shake of his head, but you didn't beleive him either. The look in your eyes was one of shock and thought while you tried to see what gears were turning in that head of his. His beautful, big haired head. The one you thought of everytime you saw someone with just as big and gorgeous hair as him.

"It is Steve" you finally settled, realizing that he really didn't think any of those things about himself.

"I'm just Steve though, I'm bullshit" and the words that Nancy had said to him all those years ago rang through his head. He had always known deep down he wasn't anything special but she was the first one to say it to his face. To call him a term he could identify with. He thought he was over it but maybe after all this time he was not.

"Oh shut the fuck up" and the hard language that came from you had him looking at you in shock. You held your ground though, arms crossed over your chest and stern look glaring into his eyes.

"Excuse me?" he asked and you rolled your eyes so hard he swore they could've gotten stuck up there if you weren't careful. Just as he turned onto your road you were shifting in your seat to face him.

"Let's get one thing straight. You are not bullshit, maybe your relationship with Nnacy was, but you? Not bullshit. You're the nicest guy I know and that says a lot considering you were a major dick in highschool. But now, now you help whenever any of us call, you drive us around even if you don't have the time, you make sure all of us are comfortable and safe at all times. You're so loyal to each of us, you fight whenever we need you too, you think quickly under pressure, you'd give the coat off your back if any of us needed it. Maybe you don't see yourself as all those things, but I do" you huffed out, turning back to normal in your seat just as he pulled to a stop in your driveway. Steve took a moment to process your words, the headlights of his car beaming brghtly at your garage door.

"I love that you think of me" he whispered into the dark night air and you were sucking in a sharp breath, surprised by the weight of his words. To anyone else they would sound like nothing but you knew Steve and if you knew him the way you thought he did, he just said I love you. In perfect Steve langauge way. So you took a shot in the dark, literally.

"I love you too Steve" and now he was staring at you with wide eyes but adoration too. Slowly you unclipped your seat belt, ready to grab your bag at your feet and move on now that somehow all of these things you thought about him had been aired out. Yet before you could open the door his arm was stopping you.

"How'd you know?" he asked, and you knew he meant about what he had said. How you knew he was saying I love you without really saying it.

"Because, I know you" and before you could process what was happening next Steve had captured your lips with his own. You sat there wide eyed but the plushness of his pink lips against your own had your eyes fluttering shut and fingers tangling in his hair. Steve kissed you like his life depended on it, firm hand against your back to keep your chest as close to his as possible. You tasted like strawberry lip gloss and orange soda, considering he had just watched you drink one. When you finally broke a part it took a moment for you to reopen your eyes, you were still trying to processs how real all of that had just been.

"Please think about me every chance you get cause God, the idea of you always having me on your mind does things to me I can't even explain" he groaned out, fingers brushing though your hair and you couldn't help but giggle like a little girl at his words.

"I promise, I think about you all the time" you told him and he was grinning deviously before ducking down and kissing you quickly again.

"Good because if you didn't it would be embarassing how much I think of you too" he told you and you were smiling and cupping his face in your hands. Kissing him softly knowing you now would get to do this more often. The kind of kiss you didn't need to rush bcause you had the promise of more kisses to come.

"Did I tell you about the guy in Melvalds with the really tight blue jeans that made me think of you?" you were asking and Steve groaned out, pink dusting his cheeks as you embarassed him.

"No, and I dont want to know" he told you and you gave him a fake surprised look, leaning into him as best you could.

"What, he had a great ass! Just like you" and he was shaking his head, pulling your mouth to his own so he could shut you up. You giggled against his mouth and Steve's heart fluttered at the action. For the first time he had someone in his life who saw him for what he was and he was so glad he got to love you in return.

“Want to go inside so I have something to think about tomorrow?”

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Steve “Six Nuggets” Harrington

And

Eddie “this is music!” Munson

What do you mean something bad happened? No it didn’t

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alien-magnolia · 2 years

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Just some casual dominance ✨ thoughts with my fave 🥰 Steve Harrington

- whenever you'd go in a store with him he would have his arm draped over your shoulders. And if some creepy guy would stare at you for too long, he’d pull you closer and lead you away from him. Steve just couldn’t have any other stranger looking at his sweet girl.

- He’d always make sure you drank water that day. One day you’d come back from class all tired and sleepy, he’d ask you if you ate or drank any water. “Sweetheart, it’s really no problem. Gotta make sure my girl eats today, I know you’re too busy to take care of yourself sometimes,” he’d say as he prepared some food for you! or got you some water.

- And he’d just love taking care of you!! Anytime your bag was too heavy he would always carry it, even if you insisted you could. “It’s okay baby. I don’t want you to hurt yourself, I’ll carry that for you,” he’d say and then lift the bag off your shoulders, giving you a little kiss on the forehead as he does so.

- He would NEVER let you walk home alone. He’d always walk you back, or drive you, especially if it was at night. Not like you were complaining. You loved walks home with him. He’d make you feel so safe as your little legs walked beside his to keep up, you’d usually hold his big hand in yours :)

- He’d always make sure your seatbelt was on before he started the car, and sometimes he would raise an eyebrow at you if you drank too much coffee.

“A third cup, sweet girl? Not too healthy for you baby.” He’d say and then hand you a decaf tea instead, you just smile and look up at him.

“Thanks Stevie.” You’d say, smiling shyly, you’d stand on your tippy-toes after and give him a kiss, because he was just so tall!!

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lavendermunson · 8 months

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state of grace | steve harrington x fem!reader

+18 nsfw. steve calls reader kitten, hickey session sorta, thigh riding, fingering, needy reader. no mention of pronouns, reader has a vagina. no use of y/n.

“Slow down, kitten” He whispers in your ear , your legs are straddling his waist, sitting on his lap with his face buried in your neck giving you kisses and bites all over your delicate skin.

“The yearbook club is going to kill me if i show up for picture day like this”

“Can you please not mention school while we are…”

“I will have to put a lot of concealer on”

“Baby just leave it, let anyone know who you belong to” his calloused fingers hide under the soft fabric of your shirt, he squeezes your breasts as you begin to grind over his leg.

“If i’m showing up like this then you too” you start nibbling on his skin, trying to leave a decent purple mark.

Your kisses go down to his collarbone, where you start to lick his skin like a kitty referencing the pet name he gave you.

“You are so fucking needy my little kitty, i can feel my thigh getting wet already”

You always do it and it kills him, your little tongue presses down wet kisses in the most sensitive parts, his cock gets hard with the feeling “Stevie, shut up!”

He laughs at your words, his giggles come back from the deepest part of his throat giving them a lower tone. The sound invades your ears and you let out a moan.

“Good, good kitten” Steve leans his head to one side while giving you space to kiss his neck more, and more. He notices you eager for friction and he gets comfortable, while the muscles on his leg tighten.

You feel your pussy starting to burn, you search for more friction while he bounces his leg , softly, up and down.

“C’mon i know you want to make a mess on my leg, i can feel it already princess”

A desperate whimper falls from your lips, is the sign Steve has been waiting for. He keeps you steady on his thigh while you grind in it. Pulling you down so your clit can feel more friction.

A hand slides down your skirt, he touches the wet spot between your legs and over your panties.

“I think this has to go” he maneuvers his fingers taking the lace of your panties, his full hand takes a part of them ripping them apart. He earns another whimper from you “I’ll buy you a new pair, baby”

Two of his fingers go easy inside you, he bumps them in looking at the pleasure on your face.

“Can i cum, please please can i cum?”

“Sure thing, kitten. Give it to me” his teeth burry in his bottom lip, your mouth keeps itself in a perfect shaped “O”

While your core starts to feel hotter than earlier, your tummy starts relaxing and letting out sticky cum from your orgasm. You lean your head back, closing your eyes, swearing you can see right now.

Steve’s thigh gets wet and sticky, he doesn’t mind. He smiles while staring at it and his hand travels to your hair.

“You are so pretty” his lips come to crash into yours, a soft kiss while you get down from your high.

“You too, Stevie” you whisper in his mouth, your words tickling his bottom lip “Let me take care of you now”

“Who am i to stop you? Go have your breakfast baby”

You roll your eyes chuckling, he does too.

The yearbook club will have to wait more time to take your pictures.

made this randomly today after work, gooodnight 😵‍💫🤤 REBLOG TO SUPPORT THE AUTHOR

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morganski-19 · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

So I posted this post on monday and got a few people interested in reading more of it, so that means that I'll be writing a whole fic about it now.

The premise is that Steve's dad is a real piece of shit and had an affair when Steve was three, leading to him having a daughter. Her name is Julie and is recently placed in the foster system after the death of her mother. Steve is now set on this journey of bonding with the sister he never had and essentially bringing her in and raising her. With a side of Steddie.

But I wanted to introduce Julie a bit since she is an original character.

Her full name is Julie Rebecca Lawson and she was born on January 28, 1970, making her 16 when the fic takes place. She is a grade ahead of the rest of the party but is in a few of their more elective leaning classes. She's average in most of her classes but loves to write and illustrate her own stories.

She is a bit of a loner and doesn't have many friends. Her mom and her lived in the trailer park that the Mayfeild's and Munson's lived in in season 4, meaning that she was a witness to most of the events that happened as well.

She is stubborn, strong, sarcastic, caring, and most importantly, a teenager who is going through the loss of her mom. So there's a lot of angst to come for both her and Steve.

The story will be told from both of their perspectives as well as a few flashbacks to Julie's witnessing of season 4 events and just general parts of her life.

I'm working on an outline and figuring out what I want for this story but the first chapter should be posted either this Saturday or the next. It will be posted both here and over on my ao3, which I will provide the link to. Be prepared for a longer one (for me at least), I have a feeling I'll be working on this for a while in order to tell the story I want to.

And if you are interested at all in this story, let me know and I'll start a tag list. (I'll already add the people who said they were interested in the prev post below, let me know if you want to be taken off)

Edit: part one now posted here

current tag list: @homoerotictangerine, @mugloversonly, @thesuninyaface, @imyelenasexual, @anaibis, @ilovecupcakesandtea, @brainsteddielyrotted, @jackiemonroe5512, @eddie-munsons-missing-nipple, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @cinnamon-mushroomabomination, @lolawonsstuff, @writingandmushroomdragons, @stevesbipanic, @sierra-violet, @steddie-as-they-go, @dauntlessdiva, @mousedetective, @the-daydreamer-in-the-corner, @zombiethingy, @connected-dots-st-reblogger, @that-agender-from-pluto, @allyricas, @cheddartreets, @devondespresso, @crypticcorvidinacottage, @queenie-ofthe-void

#wip wednesday #fic explaination #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #original female character #Julie Lawson #Steve has a sibling #Steve's dad is a piece of shit #future fic #steddie

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floredaqueen · 4 months

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Under the Mistletoe(2)

Next is Steve and Rebecca! I'd like to think they erre the ones to REALLY show out for this holiday function! These were my favorite to do so far.

Hope you enjoy!!♡

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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don't smile

kinktober, day two

a/n: okay but sometimes a handful of photos just come together as if they were made for each other.... like, damn....

warnings: steve rogers x reader, smut, established relationship, size kink, blowjob, throat fucking, aftercare

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Thick thighs firmly planted on either side of your chest, hovering above you, Steve’s staggering girth stretched out your lips as he fed you more and more of his length, fucking your throat like a toy till eventually, with a beautifully strained curse, the movements of his hip slackened as his load shot down your gullet.

Grip digging into the headboard, Steve gently reeled back, sliding his twitching cock out of your mouth.

When a blissful smile spread across your features, so came a light groan, “ah man,” swiftly moving your chin gently from side to side as you caught your breath, “my jaw,” the soreness now becoming prevalent from how you’d had to nearly unhinge it, almost snake-like, in order to accommodate your love.

Scooting further down your body, Steve’s hand found the side of your face, lying there on the pillow, “don’t smile, sweetheart,” his fingertips gently circled over the tender muscles, “relax.”

Grin only growing wide, you then giggled dotingly, “you can’t tell me not to smile, mister,” your own fingers fluttering over his as you gazed lovingly up into his warm eyes.

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rafescurtainbangz · 11 days

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SCREAM x Stranger Things

(Chapter 3 & 4; drop 2 of 7) +18

Harrington | Hargrove | Munson

Minor DNI

Billy Hargrove x OC

Steve Harrington x OC

Eddie Munson x OC

4.8 K

written with my beautiful wifey and bestie @voyeurmunson

dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Warnings: Graphic violence/gore, SMUT, swearing, drinking, major character death, drug usage

Public oral sex (male receiving), rough oral, boot riding, pet names, semi-public oral sex (female receiving), cheating, unprotected p in v, fingering

Chapter 1 - 2 LINK

Chapter III - The Barn

Heidi's POV:

The Monday before Halloween...

"Jim... we need this," you meet his hardened gaze. He shakes his head and sucks his teeth, turning his attention to the open window. "Just let us stay open until ten at least, Hop. This is our busiest time of the year. This is how we make money. Do you know how many people we have on payroll?" You ramble; your voice coming out a little more manic than you would've hoped.

"Heidi..."

"Yes, Jim."

"Three people died here... He killed a Cunningham. And, a Carver... Those names hold weight in this town. People aren't just gonna forget what happened to them overnight."

"No one is asking them to forget, Jim." You shut your eyes softly, taking a deep breath; pressing your air out slowly.

The judgment is so apparent in his eyes. Jim doesn't understand, and if he doesn't; no one else will.

"I know this is callous. And, I know that those families just lost their loved ones. I'm a mom, Hop. I couldn't imagine losing my kids... like that." You swallow stiffly, clearing the lump in your throat. "I saw them... All three victims. And, I'll never get that out of my head... But, you have the guy, Jim. You have someone behind bars. Our business can't just stop..."

"We all know Alfie didn't do it. The man's a lunatic; but, he's basically harmless. He just got released this afternoon."

"Why?"

"Because there was CCTV footage of him stumbling outside of Melvald's at the time of the murders, Heidi."

"Jesus Christ," you sigh.

"You've known that man for twenty-plus years. He's a fuckin' kook; but, he's no killer."

"Please..." You ask, pitifully. Hopper shakes his head, quickly burying it in his hand; grumbling in frustration as he tries his best to stay firm. "I have a plan, Jim... We're still going to lose a lot. I mean a lot of money... but, it will be something. No hayride... No haunted house."

Jim peers at you with weary eyes; rolling them away. "And how are you gonna manage that, Jones?"

You hold back a hopeful smile; bringing out a slip of paper with your agenda, sliding it his way. "No one can get into the grounds without coming through the main gates. We will account for everyone that comes in and out; body searches, heavy police presence, closing at ten."

"You said no hayride; no haunted house, Heidi."

"We'll shut them down. Our scare actors can walk through the main area after 7 PM when most of the young families have left an-"

"The killer was a masked man... Did you forget that part? You can't be serious? He cuts you short, irritation ever-present in his tone.

"I am," you snip.

"Unbelievable. He slumps down in his seat, pitching his head back; mumbling in vexation yet again.

"Jim... You need to understand that I'm playing nice because you and I are best friends. I have known you for thirty-four years..."

"Best? And, Thirty-three," he huffs; resting a dart between his lips, striking a light.

"Well, that's rude... And sorry, thirty-three," you mumble. "But, you know as well as I do, the second this was no longer an active crime scene, I was given the green light for business as usual. All I had to do was stick to the eleven PM curfew just like everyone else."

"Heidi-"

"I'm working with you, Jim. Why aren't you working with me?"

He crosses his arms tightly across his chest, yielding his gaze to the window once more. You can see that he wants to tell you off. If you were anyone else, he probably would.

"I will personally pay for security, Ji-"

"Fine!" He shouts; tossing his hands up in defeat. "Where the hell is your husband by the way?"

"I don't know where Alex is. He's your partner, Hop. Aren't you supposed to know?" You challenge; taking your paper off his hands. "So, we're on for tonight?"

"You're killin' me, Jones," he murmurs.

"That a yes?"

"Yes," he bemoans through his exhales; two steady streams of smoke pouring through his nostrils. Hopper stamps out his cigarette dramatically as he shoots you a side-eye. "I'll send a few cars over at sunset. And, we may be best friends; but, you are at the very top of my shit list."

"Thank you," you beam; quickly reaching for your phone and schedule, mentally preparing yourself to call back all the staff you called off.

"Like you said, Heidi... You can do whatever you want," he clips as he slides his arms into his leather sheriff's jacket. "You're just playin' nice," Hopper mocks your tone; eyes, slicing in your direction.

"You pushed me," you chuckle; gliding your finger along the row of names to call.

"Bullshit."

You give him a sweet smile; making him look back at you annoyedly.

"What?" He scoffs.

"Nothin' Hop. I appreciate you helping me out. I just wanted your support on all this-"

"I support none of this!" He clamors; fishing for another cigarette. "Just so you are aware."

"Nothing is going to happen," you assure; glancing at the first name on the list. Billy Hargrove. "Can I walk you out?"

"Why are you tryin' to be sweet to me now, Jones," he backchats; trudging toward the exit.

"That's what best friends do, Jim," you chuckle; taking the lead, drawing the door open for him. "Plus, I need to talk to the grounds crew." He gives you a little nod, stepping into the hallway.

"Seven nights, Jones..."

"Seven nights of frights, Hop. Then, we're on to Christmas trees."

"What about Thanksgiving?"

"Nobody gives a shit about that," you breathe, making Jim chuckle as you tug open the front door.

Leaves roll across the porch; a crisp fall chill drifting through the air. Hopper's right. We have seven nights... Seven nights to avoid another disaster. Seven nights to make up for the financial hit we already took. Seven nights to prove that that was a fuckin' fluke.

"She works here?" Hopper questions; pointing his lit cigarette toward the barn. The two of you watch as a leggy brunette wanders up the hill. "What about those two over there?" He gestures in the opposite direction; the pair of you watching as a couple disappears, heading toward the woods. "Welp. Looks like people are already comin' in unaccounted for," he grunts. "That one's Heather Holloway, by the way. No way she could have done it. And, those two. That's-"

"Nancy and Jonathan," you finish his sentence, watching as they change course; hiking toward the haunted house.

"Tighten your ship, Jones," he warns; flicking his cigarette butt to the pavement. Heather rounds the corner, disappearing inside as you try your best to mask the emotions.

"You doin' okay, Heidi?" Jim queries; making your stomach sink.

"Mhmm... Just trying to think of ways to keep that from happening," you subsist; flicking your eyes back in his path.

"I'll send over a car to sit at the gate, Heidi," he gripes; climbing back into his patrol truck.

"Thank you, Hop." You shout; walking back inside. "Seven days!"

"Can't come soon enough, Jones."

Heather's POV:

"Billy? Billy Hargrove!" You sing, breathily.

There's a rustling aloft, the shuffling of work boots against the weathered wooden floor. "Holloway? That you, sweetheart?" He croons; voice reverberating through the airy space.

Fuck... That voice.

"Hey, Bills." You walk across the creaky foundation, following the sound of his voice. Grabbing the rungs of the ladder, you look up. The warm sun pours through the little window, limiting your view.

"I'll be down there in a sec."

"I can come up," you smile; climbing carefully up the old loft ladder.

"Be careful, sweetheart. This barn is old as shit."

There he is. You rise into the loft, trying your best to fight your smile as you take him in; Billy's blonde curls disheveled; a well-loved white tee and blue jeans practically painted on his frame, hugging him in all the right places.

He looks different... Better even. I mean, don't get me wrong, seeing Billy in red swim trunks was a sight to see; but, this is next level... You let out a dizzy giggle; cheeks pinched pink.

He turns around, meeting your gaze; his blue sparkling eyes set on yours. Billy wipes his arm across his brow, rubbing out a lick of sweat.

"Well, shit. You're prettier every time I see you, Holloway," he flirts; grabbing a hay bale by the strings; muscles flexing tight as he drops it to the bottom floor. "I got two more. Then, I can take a break. Alright?"

"Want some help?" You ask, sweetly. He lifts an eyebrow in your direction, chuckling lightly.

"It's like fifty pounds, Heather. And, dressed like that? You look too good for this shit." He gives you a cheeky wink before lobbing another bale. "Whatcha doin' here? I thought you had class."

"You don't wanna see me?" You sigh; putting on your best puppy dog eyes. He shakes his head and laughs; finishing off his job, the last bale landing with a thud.

"We both know that's not true."

"It's Monday, Bills. I don't have classes on Monday."

"Damn," he grumbles in exhaustion; grabbing a seat close by. You slide to his side, making his smile spread wider. "There's been so much goin' on here I lost track," he softens his tone; eyes falling to your glossed lips, nipping his own.

"That why you're not textin' me back, Bills?" You whisper.

Billy matches your gaze, making your heart race. "I'd never ignore you, Heather."

"Never?"

"I thought we were casual, Holloway," he teases. "You don't have a couple guys at ISU takin' up your time-"

"No. I do," you taunt, cutting him short. Billy gives you a little scowl; scrunching his nose. "Jealous, Hargrove?"

"Nah." You rest your hand on his thigh, leaning in slightly; letting it glide a little higher. He lets out a gravelly laugh, throwing his gaze down to his body as he slips off his work gloves. "I'm pretty dirty, Heather. You sure?"

"I don't give a shit about that, Bills."

"Get over here," he rasps.

You sling your thigh over, following Billy's lead as he takes hold of your hips. He guides you down onto his lap, eyes traveling slowly up your body before landing on yours.

"A little bit," he mumbles.

"A little bit, what?"

He looks away, dimples popping in his cheeks. "Jealous. Yeah... Sure. I'm a little jealous, Heather. I can't lie."

Your tongue pokes through your smile as you take in his words. Billy's hands roam your curves, circling your ass.

"Why do you care anyway, Heather?"

"Got a little jealous myself, Bills."

"I missed you, Heather."

"I missed you too, Billy," you whisper; lessening the distance between the two of you.

Your hands rest lightly on his chiseled chest, taking in his familiar scent as your eyes follow his silver chain. You let your fingers fall down his body; tracing over the thin cotton, feeling the ripples of his abs underneath.

You yank at his shirt. Billy quickly takes the hint, flicking off his hat before tearing off his shirt. His lips collide with yours; his rough hands wrapping around the back of your neck, towing you in. His tongue slips between your lips, swirling effortlessly with yours.

Billy's strong hands slide down your shoulders, pinching the collar of your jacket; drawing it back slightly. "This okay?"

"Mhmm," you pant between kisses. The jacket slips off your shoulders, falling to the barn floor. You save him the breath, twining your fingers around the spaghetti straps of your tank top. Peeling it off your body, bunching the material around your waist; breasts bouncing free. Billy, instantly takes a fistful for himself. Palming your skin as you start to grind on top of him. Billy leaves your lips, kissing you messily on your neck. You lean back, giving him better access.

It's been a while... A few weeks since the two of us had been together. I lied... There is no one else. No one but him. And, nothing about this is casual for me.

His hand dives between your thighs, rubbing your clothed clit through the fabric of your leggings.

I missed his hands too... All of the things they would do to me; driving deep inside, wrapping around my throat.

"Heather," he groans; making you release a hushed moan. "Missed me?"

"Yeah," you answer, needily; as your hand rests lightly on his cock, feeling his bulge through his Levis.

"Gonna need more than 'yeah', baby," he mutters between sloppy kisses, making you smile against his mouth.

You let your fingers work up his body again. He takes a heavy handle on your hips pressing the two of you together, moving with you as you work. You can feel the friction between your thighs, quenching just a fraction of your thirst; making you wetter by the second.

"I missed you so fucking much, Billy."

"That's a little better," he chuckles as he slaps your ass; the familiar sting left behind even through your clothes. "Wanna show me?"

You let out a lust-drunk laugh; easily working him out of his belt and jeans. "I wanna make you feel good, Billy."

"Get on your knees for me, baby. Suck my fuckin' cock."

You suck off his bottom lip, nipping and tugging; pulling a moan from him as you sink to your knees, complying with his demand. You run your nails along the deep indentations of his v-lines, kissing the top of his cotton boxers; hooking your fingers underneath.

"I can't wait to have you in my mouth, Billy," you groan as you tug his boxers past his hips, letting his dick spring free. "Looks like someone missed me," you whisper against his swollen cock; precum leaking from the tip.

He looks down at you; his light eyes, hooded, framed with inky black lashes. They flutter wildly as you glide your tongue along his head, collecting him on your tongue.

"Of course I did," he grunts; raising his hand toward you. Billy glides his rough finger along your jaw, drawing his tongue along his bottom lip. "No one sucks cock like you, Heather. You know that," he rasps. "Open up." Billy slips his thumb into your mouth, pressing down your tongue; spit seeping slightly out of the corners of your lips instantly.

He stands over you; jeans gathered around his feet, work boots still on as he holds his thick cock by the base. You relax yourself, moaning softly as you take Billy in your mouth. Swiftly reminded of his size as you seize as much as you can, gagging slightly as he pushes himself against the back of your throat.

"Fuck, baby," he whines; tossing his head back as your wrap your lips around his length. "Feels so good."

Praise flows freely from his parted lips as he lets you have your way with him; bobbing back and forth quickly, pushing yourself to your limit.

You sink on your knees, letting out a drawn-out groan on his cock as your throbbing pussy lands on the toe of his boot. You start to wind your hips, sucking as you grind. Billy takes notice; eyes rolling back; head, tilting to the ceiling. "God damn. I missed you," he moans a little louder.

You lick a stripe up his fat cock, swirling your tongue around his head as you continue to ride his boot; feeling your pleasure spurring between your thighs. Your brows knit tightly; looking up at him desperately.

"You gonna cum, baby," he mumbles; raking his fingers into your hair; taking hold of the back of your head. You nod, gagging on his dick in the process; tears rolling down your cheeks as you feel the knot in your stomach coil tight. "Shit..." He bites his bottom lip, doing his best to hold back his pleasure. "Me too."

You feel the chill of your slick between your thighs, surely wetting the toe of Billy's leather boot as you drip with arousal.

"Bet that pussy's so wet for me," he pants. "Cum for me. Huh? Cum for daddy."

Your orgasm overtakes your body, thighs trembling uncontrollably as your pussy flutters; muffled cries around his cock as he takes control, bucking into your mouth. "So close, Heather. Shit." Your body relaxes; eyes, rolling back in your head at the sound of his pleasure.

You lock eyes with Billy as he fights to keep his open; nails running up his legs. You sink them into his thick thighs causing him to suck in a breath. You feel his dick throb on your tongue. Yes. His muscles clench under your grasp; fingers pulling at your strands.

Billy moans your name, lowly; drawing out quickly. You shut your eyes, pressing your breasts together; as ropes of cum hit your tongue and tits.

"Mmm..." You hum; gliding a finger between your breasts, cleaning up some of the mess, taking it between your lips.

"Now you're just showin' off," he huffs; reaching for you hastily, pulling you off the floor and into his strong arms. You tip your forehead against his, scratching your nails into his curls; drawing him to your lips again.

"Billy? You in here?"

Your eyes widen on his. Billy matches your gaze; holding back a laugh, completely unbothered. "Shh..." He cautions you nonetheless. You button your lips shut, silencing yourself with your mouth against his. "Come over tonight," he whispers against your kiss.

"I can't. I have volleyball practice."

"No..." He mumbles; brushing his plump lips against yours. "So, you came here just to talk to me, Holloway?"

You let out a breathy laugh, completely caught in the act. "Pretty full of yourself, Hargrove?"

"Well, did ya?" He smiles; nibbling on your bottom lip.

"Billy!" You hear her call again.

"Be down in a second," he shouts.

"I need to talk to you in my office before you head out for the night. Okay?"

"Yup. Sounds good, Heidi. I'll be up there in a bit."

You grab his cheeks, forcing his attention back on yours as you continue your conversation. "I did. I came here for you."

"Well, shit." A smile pulls on his lips as his eyes fall down your body. "When can I see you next, Holloway?"

"Text me back."

"I will. I will. I promise," he chuckles, softly. "Hey. Wanna go to a party?"

"Duh," you giggle, excitedly. "When?"

"Thursday... You gonna dress up for me?"

"Of course. I'd love to, Bills."

"Mmm... Can't wait."

Romeo's Diner, Hawkins...

Thalia's POV

"Tonight? They're already reopening?" You hear his deep voice from behind the counter.

Eddie Munson...

You peek over at the big clock hanging on the wall. Right on time.

It's Tuesday, which means Eddie just finished his shift at Frank's Auto Shop. He's here for his usual... Coffee; two creams, one sugar, and a slice of pie. Peach is his favorite; apple, a close second, more sentimental than anything else.

Eddie used to come here every Friday with his Uncle. Both of them ordered the same thing. Coffee and pie. Wayne would get the apple and Eddie the peach. They'd sit for hours sometimes; Eddie, always talking dramatically with his hands. Wayne shaking his head in bewilderment at Eddie's wild tales, cherishing every moment.

The Munsons weren't exactly the community's favorite family; but, they didn't care. The two of them were happy. And, that's all that mattered.

Wayne Munson was a kind man. He had a smile that warmed your heart. You knew he didn't have a lot of money; but, he always made sure to tip you a little extra.

Two years ago he got sick. You watched as he slowly deteriorated. Every week, his already slim form began to waste away into an empty shell of a man. The one thing that remained the same was his smile. It never changed; but, Eddie's did.

And then he was gone.

Eddie stopped coming to the diner for a few months after his Uncle's death. Every time the bell would jingle you would check to see if he had finally come back.

Curiosity got the better of you, wanting to know if he was safe; wanting to know if he was okay.

You followed him, steering just close enough that you wouldn't lose him. Eddie drove with his windows down, blasting Johnny Cash. Wayne's favorite. He rode all the way to Lover's Lake, parking in a shitty little parking lot; overgrown with weeds.

Eddie walked out to the boat launch, stepping onto the rickety dock; wandering to the end before taking a seat. He stayed there for hours, just sitting in silence.

I could see he was okay... But, I knew he wasn't alright.

When Eddie returned to the diner, he plopped down in their normal booth and ordered his usual. His visits became more routine. Still, every Friday; but, also in between his shifts or simply on the days he was missing Wayne a little more.

You didn't mind. Seeing Eddie was something you always looked forward to. Hoping it might be the day when he would see you as more than just a waitress at the dingy local dive.

You watch as he tilts back against the bright red booth, spreading his legs widely. His familiar leather jacket lies in the spot next to him. He runs a dirty hand over his face, an audible groan escaping his plush lips as he presses the phone to his ear.

"I just think it's a little insensitive, given everything that just happened." His usual warm tone is ridden with frustration. Something's wrong. "Sure..." He grumbles as he runs his hands over his tired eyes. "I need the money, Heidi. I'll be there." Eddie ends the call swiftly, tossing the phone on the table.

You reach behind your back, tugging the strings of your checkered apron a little tighter, smoothing out the wrinkles in the front before heading his way with a fresh pot of coffee.

"Eddie, hey!" You greet him with a warm smile.

His biceps flex against the fabric of his gray mechanic's shirt; Munson embroidered in cursive on the front pocket. A white tank top covered in grease fits firmly against his torso. Eddie's hair is drawn back in a low messy bun; his big brown eyes incapable of cloaking any emotion.

"Thalia," he greets you simply; forcing a small smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes.

"Umm... I have your coffee. Freshly made," you chirp.

"Thank you, darlin'." He avoids your gaze as he looks down at his greased-covered hands. You notice his fingers tapping rapidly; his rings, clicking against the hard tabletop.

"Eddie..." You ask, softly; pouring his cup of coffee, watching as the steam rises into the air. "Are you okay?"

Eddie finally meets your gape, doing his best to hold back tears. His eyes are red; dark bags painted underneath. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. After everything that happened with Chrissy, I'm sure he didn't.

"Not really."

You take a seat across from him, reaching for the center caddy; plucking out two plastic cream cups, and a packet of white sugar, dumping the contents inside. "I'm sorry," you whisper; sliding the mug a little closer to him.

"Thank you... How did you know I take my coffee this way?" He asks, curiously; his hardened exterior softening slightly.

"Been workin' here since I was fourteen," you smile. "You're a creature of habit, Eddie Munson."

"That I am," he mumbles; swirling the metal spoon in his cup, before taking it to his lips.

Eddie sips slowly, shutting his eyes. You rise to your feet, bellying up to the bar; grabbing the pie off Romeo's hands before he can even ding the bell, resting it in front of Eddie. His eyes open, looking at the dessert before he looks at you. This simple act of kindness making his sleepy eyes glass with tears.

"What's goin' on, Eddie?"

He draws a deep laborious breath, pressing it out slowly.

"Well," he mutters, "Jones is openin' up tonight... Again... Already," he pushes the word out before taking another sip. "It's all about money. Fuckin' greed. I thought that Heidi was above that; but, she's just as bad as the rest of 'em. This town is fuckin' disgusting."

"I'm sorry about Chrissy."

His Adam's apple bobs; eyes fluttering at the sound of her name. Eddie's nostrils flare as his tears threaten to break free. "Chrissy Cunningham was a good person. She was a friend of mine... Chriss meant somethin' to me. I heard her, Thalia... I called her right before she died. I heard her final words. She was so fuckin' scared," he rattles. Eddie lifts the collar of his shirt, quickly brushing the tears away.

"That's awful, Eds. Chrissy was always so sweet. I only had a few classes with her, and we never talked; but, I saw the way she treated others."

"You went to Hawkins High School, Thalia?" He asks as he sinks his fork into his pie.

"Yeah," you answer, cheeks reddening with embarrassment. There was a part of you always hoping that he saw you in some way or another; this clearly was not the case. "I was homeschooled until freshman year."

"Did we have classes together-"

"Mhmm..." You buzz; taking a cup for coffee as well. "Mrs. O'Donnell's class."

"Oh, shit," he sneers. "Yeah, I blocked that shit outta my memory... I can't believe I never noticed you."

You bite your lips, trying to think of what to say next.

"I'm sorry, Thalia," he respires. "I'm crazy to have missed you."

You draw your lips to the side, holding back a nervous smile. "I wasn't exactly the Queen of Hawkins High or popular in the slightest."

"Neither was I," he snorts; swirling a sugared peach in his melted cream, before taking it between his lips.

The little bell tinkles overhead. You glance over your shoulder, watching as Nancy and Jonathan walk in; creatures of habit themselves. It's Monday... Which means they'll sit in the diner for hours, draining coffee while they work on stuff for the news station.

You turn your attention back to Eddie. "Well, sorry to take up so much of your time, Eddie. I know you usually like to unwind when you come in here."

"Don't apologize, Thalia. It was nice getting to know you." Your stomach floods with butterflies as you take in his words; Eddie, using a deep tone he's never used before. There's a slight sparkle behind his pensive eyes that wasn't there before too.

"You as well. Talk to you soon?" You ask, hopefully.

"Yeah... Um... Here." Eddie reaches for a little napkin scratching down a note, passing it your way. "Umm... Text me? Maybe we can get together. I could take you out if you'd like?"

You bite your lip, screaming internally as you stuff it into your pocket. "I'd like that a lot," you manage; keeping your elation at the proper level. "I'll text you later." You turn around quickly, beaming from ear to ear as you walk over to Nancy and Jonathan.

Her eyes flash up, catching Eddie across the way. She whispers to Jonathan who turns around as well.

"Hey, you two. What can I get you?"

"Coffee," she answers, hastily; before moving closer. "Did you get to talk to Eddie about Chrissy at all?"

You look back at Eddie, finishing the last bits of his pie; a slightly different man than when he walked in. He looks happier. I'm not gonna let Nancy ruin that. She takes out a pen and paper, looking at you hopefully as she waits for a response.

"Leave Eddie alone." The words leave your lips quietly; enough venom laced in your tone to make even Nancy Wheeler shift in her seat.

"Oh... Okay." She fumbles over her words, slipping her notebook and pen away.

You hear the clinking of Eddie's chains as he walks toward the door. He looks at you, giving you a smile.

Heidi's POV:

You stand at the window, staring out onto the field at the barn in the distance; watching as the sun sinks behind it. Reds and oranges wash the sky, night closing in around you.

There's a steady flow of cars spilling into the parking lot again, business as usual. As Hopper promised, a heavy police presence is here as well; red and blue lights flickering in the distance.

A few guests walk past the office, smiling and laughing. Guilt creeps in almost immediately... I'm not totally heartless... I haven't forgotten what I saw. I can't imagine what the families think of me; opening the doors so soon after.

Greedy. Money hungry. Heartless.

And, those aren't the only terrible things I am.

I hate myself for going in there after him... I tried my best to let it go; but, when she didn't come out of that barn I knew exactly what they were doing.

I could hear their little whispers. Heather's breathy giggle made me physically ill. It's absolutely classless for him to do that here. This is his fucking job... He's on the clock.

That's not why I was upset.

Every fiber of my being wished that it was me.

"Knock. Knock," he rasps; you hear his fist rap against the door, making your heart race. Stop, Heidi... I talk to him every morning, every afternoon; late at night when he's shuffling out to his Camaro after a long day. He was probably doing this all along... with her. They're most likely together.

I've never had to see it before though. Ignorance is bliss.

"Heidi? You in there?" Billy tries again.

"Yeah. Umm, yeah. Come in."

"So, we openin' or what?" He meets your watch, smiling at you happily. You purse your lips; masking your feelings as you try your best to match his.

"Y-Yeah," you force the word past your lips.

He narrows his gaze on yours. "Everything okay, Mrs. Jones?"

Mrs. Jones?

You cover your face slightly; turning away from him as you walk toward your desk. Billy lowers himself in a chair; you, taking the one across from him. A silent conversation shared between the two of you.

He knows.

Chapter IV - The Rendezous

Heidi's POV:

Hawkins Pool, Summer 2002...

Flashback...

"Cassie," Billy chuckles, lightly.

"Mhmm," she peeps; continuing her little dance on the pool's edge, as focused as a five-year-old could be after an hour-long lesson; listening to her favorite song blare over the speakers.

"If you don't focus. I'm gonna have to turn down the music. Alright?" He smiles; tousling her brunette mop of curls.

"I think we're done, Coach Billy."

"You're not havin' fun?" He pouts; looking down at her sadly.

"Ew. You're bad at that," she giggles. "Gotta go like this." She shows him her best pouty face as well.

"I'll remember that for next time. One more, Cass. Then we're done," he assures. "Mom said, 'If you listen really well she'll take you to Scoops'.

"Did I?" You ask; lowering your sunglasses on your nose.

"Mhmm... And I think I'll join ya. 'Cause it's hot as shi-" He stops himself, his beautiful blue eyes broadening as he catches himself.

"Were you gonna swear, Coach Billy?"

"Me?" He scoffs; looking down in her direction with his hands on his hips. "Never. Now stop stallin'."

"Fine." She mimics his stance, poking her tongue out at him; making him gasp.

"Alright. Alright. Acceleration Drill. You remember?"

"'Course," she huffs; starting her little dance again as a new tune starts.

"Cass..."

"Ugh. Sorry, Coach," she soughs.

"Alright. Eleven position." She lifts her tiny arms high, mimicking Billy; her little tummy rounded in her yellow swimsuit. "Good work. Now, this is how we start. What do we do next?"

"Push."

"You got it," he beams. "Then?"

"Two dolphins."

"Yup. Two dolphin kicks. On the third, bend your elbows and throw the water to your-"

"Piggies."

"Bingo... Throw the water to your toes and sneak back to eleven. Great job, Cass. So, I'm gonna go first, then you. Alright?" She nods merrily in response, taking a seat on the fringe of the pool as Billy dives in. He breaks the surface, paddling toward her with a smile. "Count me down?"

"Three, two, one; go!" She squeals in delight. Billy presses off the wall effortlessly, moving through the water while Cassie counts aloud.

He makes his way back to her, keeping pace; focusing more on showing off his form than beating his last lap. He pops his head out of the water, chuckling as he brushes the water from his face. "It's not a race, Cass. Not yet at least. Okay?"

Cassie jumps high, tucking her legs into a cannonball; hitting the water, making barely a splash. "Stinker," Billy teases; wiping the pool water from his eyes. "Alright. You ready, Jones?"

"Mhmm."

"Three, two, one; go!"

Cassie pushes off the wall, kicking as hard as her little body can; moving at a snail's pace compared to Billy. He cheers her on all the same, watching her carefully; coaching her along the way. She catches the other side, quickly returning where she started.

"Nice work, Cass!" He praises; reaching out for a high five. She smiles proudly, looking back at you. "You see that, mommy?"

"Of course. You're doin' amazing, baby."

The two of them bob to the ladder; Billy waiting behind, letting Cassie crawl out first.

"Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" She cheers, instantly; skipping toward the rack of towels.

Your focus shifts, knowing what will come next; eyes set on the edge as Billy grabs the rungs of the ladder. His muscles flex as he pulls himself from the pool.

He shakes out his blonde hair; eyes shut gently. You watch as the water falls down his body, the little trails flowing like rivers through the divets of his abs. His red swim trunks cling to his burly thighs, gripping them tightly; leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Nothing.

He smiles, coyly; making you blush. You look away, fast turning your attention to Cassie as she paws the water from her hair.

You can hear his steps nearing you; his presence this close, making your heart race a little faster.

"We still on for ice cream, Mrs. Jones?" He asks; eyes, setting on yours.

"Call me, Heidi, Billy. Please. You're making me feel old."

"Alright," he chuckles. "Heidi." Billy tries on your name. His low, dark voice sends a warmth across your body. "Are we still on for ice cream?"

"Uhh... Mint Flare, Chocolate Pudding, and Oreo Dream," Cassie orders; nose pressed against the glass.

"And, I'll have U.S.S. Butterscotch. Billy, what do you want?" You smile; glancing back at him. He rumples his brows, shaking his head 'no'.

"That's not how this is working, Mrs. Jones." You widen your eyes playfully. "Heidi..." He corrects himself. "I can't let you buy my ice cream; but, thank you."

"A true gentleman," the worker gripes, completely unenthused that you're taking up her extra time with your little exchange.

"Billy, just tell Erica what you'd like," you sharpen your tone, playfully; handing her your credit card.

"Umm... Chocolate Pudding. Thanks." He stuffs his hands in his back pockets, digging his heel into the checkered floor. "Thanks, Heidi."

"Of course."

"Avery!" Cassie squeals; yanking you out of your daze. She runs over to their table, hugging her friend.

The two of you step to the side, waiting for your ice cream. You can feel his stare out of the corner of your eyes, sending tingles through your body; feelings that you haven't felt in years, bubbling to the surface.

He steps a little closer, moving aside for another family; brushing against you slightly; fingers grazing over the top of yours.

You look over your shoulder, watching as he notices the same thing; eyes working back up to yours. He's closer than expected; the smell of his rich cologne blurring your senses. You focus on the sound of his breathing, soft and slow as his fingers toy with yours ever so slightly.

"Here you are."

You're startled yet again, flinching as you're flung back into reality.

"Uh... Umm. Cass." You lift the cone, motioning for her to retrieve it.

"Can I sit with Avery? Please," she gives you a sweet smile.

"Y-Yeah, baby. We only have about fifteen minutes. Alright?" She nabs the ice cream, quickly turning on her heels; leaving the two of you alone.

"Wanna sit?"

"Yeah... Sorry about Cass," you sigh.

"We got ditched by a five-year-old," he shrugs and laughs.

"Mhmm... That we did, Coach Billy."

"Coach Billy?" He lifts a dark eyebrow. "We're gettin' fancy now. I'm gonna have to start callin' you Mrs. Jones again."

"Not necessary." You roll your eyes and smile.

Billy follows your lead as you walk past a row of tables to a booth. You glance to your side, watching as a smirk sets on Billy's lips.

He knows the two of you could have sat in any one of those; you, settling on a more private option, dismissing your rational mind. You slide in, moving to the middle; looking out for Cass. She grins back at you, Mint Flare a mess on her chubby cheeks.

"This was a great idea, Heidi," Billy teases; sinking into the booth. He moves a little closer, not too close; not where I want him to be.

"Mhmm," you give him an airy laugh.

He relaxes into the seat slightly; thighs widening. There it is. You feel the warmth on his skin against your bare leg; his knee resting lightly against yours. Contact. You don't draw away, making a smile stretches across his rosy lips.

Your untouched ice cream rolls over your fingers landing in a little puddle on the table. You draw the sugar cone to your lips, gliding your tongue across the melted butterscotch.

"Good?" He rasps.

"Delicious," you smile before taking another lick.

"Looks like it." He smirks; his hooded stare lost on your mouth, waiting for you to do it again.

"So, Billy... Are you excited to get back to California?"

"I'm not," he winces; looking at you shamefully.

"You're not what?"

"Goin'." The word barely clears is lips.

"Why?"

"Um..." He shifts nervously in his seat, pulling farther away. No.

"If you're not comfortable telling me, Billy, you don't have to-"

"I had the scores and grades to get there; but, when I got there, I just fell apart," he blurts; cutting you off.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's alright. My childhood was tough. I didn't have anyone who cared about me like you care about Cass and Trent. Not even close. Nobody reading with me; makin' sure I wasn't cheating. And, I know I'm making excuses for myself; but, I tried. No matter how many tutoring sessions I went to or office hours I attended it just wasn't enough..."

"Billy... Truly, I'm so sorry."

"Turns out you need to be more than a good baseball player to go to college... News to me."

"Are you gonna go back? No judgment. Just curious."

"I don't really know," he sighs; sadness driven in his tone. Billy gives you a soft smile. "Thanks for hearin' my sob story, Heidi."

"Thanks for telling me."

"You're easy to talk to. You know that? You're the only person who knows. So, keep my secret for me?"

"I will. I promise... Well, Coach Billy. If you ever want a job on a farm, just let me know," you smile.

"Can't really imagine myself doin' that," he scoffs; running his fingers through his freshly dried curls.

"You might like it." You draw the ice cream to your lips again. "Farm work would look good on you, Billy." He smiles brightly, taking in your compliment.

"So, Officer Jonsie's not a farm work kinda guy?" He asks passively; watching intently as you clean the sweet cream off your bottom lip.

"No... I mean it was his family's. When his dad passed she handed it down to Alex. Alex didn't want to leave the force. He wanted nothing to do with it. He just wanted to sell the land for some fast cash. I didn't... It means too much to me. That was my first job-"

"Were you a monster?" He bullies.

"No," you chuckle. "I just sold concessions. That's actually where I met Alex; "Officer Jonsie"."

"Shit... So you run that whole thing by yourself?"

"I do pretty much everything by myself," you answer simply. He cocks his head to the side, putting the pieces together.

"That sounds like a lotta work, Heidi."

"It is... But, I have great kids. And, my mom moved in with us when my dad died so I have the extra help."

"Do you ever relax?"

"I don't think I've relaxed in years, Billy," you sigh.

"Well, gotta get you in the water too then. You'd love it; very relaxing.

You drop your head, shaking it as you dismiss the thought. "I could never get in a pool with you, Billy," you snort through a laugh.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" His mouth falls open in faux disgust as he throws his arm on the back of the booth.

"I haven't put on a swimsuit in five years. And, I'm definitely not going to put on a swimsuit in front of someone who has washboard frickin' abs. No thanks."

The tip of his rough finger brushes lightly against your shoulder, making goosebumps run down your arms; the added connection lighting you on fire.

"Why?" He asks. You can tell from his stare what he'll say next if you push this conversation any further...

Fuck... I wanna hear it.

"Nobody wants to see that," you groan, laughing lightly.

He looks at you in bewilderment; his strong hand squeezing your shoulder. "You're joking?"

You bite your cheek, holding back your smile as you relish the first morsel of praise you've had in years.

His hand skims along your arm as he returns it to his side. "I'd personally kill to see you in a swimsuit, Heidi."

Oh...

Shit.

Alright... Wait. You feel the loss of contact between the two of you, craving more.

"Stop," you flirt; slapping his thigh, keeping it in place. His eyes lower to your hand on his body. His cheeks are sunkissed from the pool deck; a light wash of freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose, even still you can see him blush. He bites his bottom lip as the wheels turn in his mind.

"You know, Heidi. If you ever wanted to relax; I could give you some private lessons if you'd like?" He softens his gaze. "You could put on your swimsuit again... Make my fuckin' day. That's for sure," he mumbles.

Make his day.

He wants to meet privately?

He's probably just being nice... Trying to make me feel better about myself; but, what if he isn't?

Your heart starts to thump at the thought of it; mind wandering in an instant. "Umm... I-" You stammer.

"Come to think of it, Heidi," he starts again, drawing you in deeper. "There's a good pool out at Motel 6 on Cornwallis."

Fuck.

You take a little breath, looking out at Cassie as a flood of questions pour in.

Is he bullshitting me?

How could he want me?

He's almost half my age. I'm a mom... I'm married. Why am I considering this?

You sit there silently, feeling the ice cream roll down your fingers again; landing on your thigh, as your mind spins slowly.

Billy grabs a napkin off the table, cleaning you up. His lust replaced with genuine concern as he searches for your eyes. "Heidi? I'm sorry if I made this weird. I love coachin' Cass. I hope I didn't fuck that up. I'm sorry if I misread-"

"You didn't," you cut him off breathlessly. "You didn't, Billy," you repeat yourself with a little more conviction as you meet his gaze.

"I didn't?" He asks, gently.

You shake your head no, watching as an unholy grin spreads on his face. Billy wraps his arm around the back of the booth again, leaning in a little closer. "Alright... Well, what do you say, Heidi? Eight o'clock?"

Later that night...

You cut off the engine, looking to your left as you feel yourself at the crux between shame and desire. Billy's Camaro is parked at a distance, the sight of it making it all that more real. You glance down at your body; breasts pressed into lingerie you haven't worn in ages, a black satin dress hugging your curves.

Why did I wear this? Who am I kidding? What am I doing?

Heat rises behind your eyes, tears pricking at the corners. You snag a Kleenex from the center council, blotting your eyes.

The car clock switches to eight. Without thinking you thrust your hand into the passenger's seat, grabbing your overnight bag; jarring the door open before you can talk yourself out of it.

Your heels snap along the asphalt; eyes lowered as you stride through the building, heading hastily toward the elevator. "Good evening!" The receptionist sings as you blow past her; jamming your finger on the up button. You feel your stomach sink, blood draining from your face as you step into the lift.

I haven't thought this through... This hotel is so close to home. So many eyes on us. What if they recognize me? What if they know Alex?

You bury your head in your hands, feeling yourself in the throws of a panic attack.

DING.

The door floats open. All the noises roaring in your head falling to a hush. The door starts to close again. You reach out, batting at it; making it stop in a beat.

Alex doesn't want to be with me... He said it himself, more times than I can count. Remember? He was cheating on you, and he still is; even when he swore he wouldn't. 205... 207... You count the numbers as they rise. Even when he swore he would be a better father; a better husband, he couldn't. That's probably where he is right now, with her. Karen Wheeler... That cunt. Her with her white picket fence; mother of the year bullshit. It's all a sham. She was a bitch in high school and she's a bitch now. 215... 217...

220... You stand outside the door, staring at the number etched into the cheap plastic sign as you strain to slow your breathing.

I deserve to be happy; to feel wanted.

Closing your eyes you draw a deep breath; knuckles rapping against the wood. You can hear Billy's heavy feet on the other side.

The door fans open.

Before he can say an utterance you throw yourself into his arms; fingers raking through his hair, kissing him deeply. The air flees your lungs as he lifts you effortlessly, pushing you up against the wall.

"Fuck, Heidi," he mumbles. "You came. You look... Mmm... Fuck. You look so damn good," he pants between kisses as you pull at the buttons of his blood-red button-down.

Your heart pounds in your chest, as his broad body presses flush against yours; hips grinding with yours making you moan into your kiss. He's assertive; animalistic; hungry for your lips.

Billy draws away slightly, leaving you reaching for a breath; searching for him. He rests his forehead against yours staring deeply into your eyes. You can feel him trembling with excitement, that same adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Fuck me," you whisper. "I-Is that okay? Do - Shit. Do you want that? Is that why you asked me here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Flashback ended...

"Is this about Heather?" He mumbles; crossing his arms across his strong chest.

You bite your cheek, feeling your emotion welling in your eyes. "You can't... Y-You," you stammer. "You can't just do that at work, Billy."

"Do what, Heidi?" He grunts. "Huh? I have an hour-long break... I only took twenty minutes and I went back to work. You gonna scold me for that?"

"No. Fuck, Billy! You know what I mean."

"I don't."

You grit your teeth, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. Billy's demeanor changes as he catches sight of it, softening his tone.

"I don't know what you mean, Heidi," he whispers; averting his gaze.

"Don't lie to me, Billy. I know what I heard..."

He nods slowly, taking in your words. "What do you want from me, Heidi?" He asks, defeatedly. "You can't expect me not to do anything with anyone else. You didn't want to be with me."

"That's not true, Billy... You know that's not true," you whimper.

"Then why aren't you?" He sharpens his tone, narrowing his piercing blue eyes on yours.

"Have you two been together for a while?"

"We hook up, Heidi. We have for years. And, that stopped the night that you showed up to the motel. You were the one that broke it off with me. And, you avoided the question, Heidi. Why aren't you with me? If you wanna be with me, why are you still in your pathetic fuckin' marriage? Huh?" He spits.

"Because, Billy..." You growl in frustration; banging your hands against the desk. "None of this shit is in my name... This farm is my life. It's how I make my money. Once Alex and I are done, everything I've worked for the last ten years is gone. How am I gonna support Cass and Trent? This is the Jones Family farms. Jones... Not to mention if he even got a sense that you and I were together, Billy. You'd be gone too. And, that's the last thing I want. So pardon me, if I need a few months to figure my shit out."

"You could have at least told me... He doesn't need to know, Heidi," he shouts; face reddening with irritation; fists clenched tightly.

"We were getting too sloppy, Billy. You know that... It's too much of a risk."

"You didn't even give me a chance to try, Heidi. You just iced me out." You see his eyes haze with tears, his jaw tightens; pushing those feelings down deep.

He's right... I'm just another person that let him down. But, I knew he could talk me out of anything... I thought it was my only option at the time.

"Heidi... I appreciate this job more than I can say. After everything that happened with school, this is exactly what I needed. But, what I wanted was to be closer to you."

"Me too."

"It's been hard... Watchin' you walk around like what we had was nothing; seeing you with Alex-"

"I'm just playin' nice, Billy... Nothing more," you interject. "I either need to get him to sign this place over to me. Or, buy it outright from his mom. I really needed this season to go well, Billy and after everything that happened this past weekend, I've already lost so much."

"Well, Heidi, It doesn't make it any easier for me."

"I know... Billy, I'm sorry."

He nods slowly; his reflective eyes lost in thought.

"Billy, I don't expect your life to stop; but, just don't do it in front of me. Okay?" Your voice is barely audible; ridden with sadness.

"Well, if you would have just told me what was goin' on -"

"I know... I messed up, Billy."

"I'm sorry you heard that, Heidi," he rasps.

"You said 'you two have been hooking up for years'... Do you like her?" You ask, timidly.

"'Course I do, Heidi. Heather means a lot to me." His words hit you like a shot to the heart. "It's casual. Just sex."

"Anybody else?"

"Heidi..." Billy cautions.

"Billy..."

"Yeah." He throws his gaze away. As much as it hurts to hear... He's being honest with me now. What we had was something. It was everything; far beyond sex.

I'm jealous...

Billy should be mine. I want to be his. I want to know that he missed me; if what we had was as good as I thought it was, if I was better.

I need to know.

Grabbing the collar of your blazer you pull it off your shoulders, exposing your satin top; red lace peeking out. His favorite.

Billy furrows his brows in confusion; his perplexed-state quickly fading as he sees the look in your stare.

"Thought we were gettin' too messy, Heidi?" He groans; sinking in his seat slightly, making himself a little more comfortable.

"Were they as good as me, Billy?" You purr as you lean in closer. He lets out a sinful laugh; snatching a dart from behind his ear.

"What do you think?" Billy mumbles as he blazes his cigarette, pulling a deep inhale. Smoke pours from his mouth as he runs his tongue along his pouty bottom lip. "I've never had anyone as good as you, baby. Never."

Baby... You close your eyes, drinking in his words as memories come pouring in.

"What about you, Heidi? Have you been with anyone but me?"

"No," you respire; eyes drifting open.

"You think about it?" He smirks; pinching his blue jeans, adjusting slightly.

You bite your lip and smile. "Every night."

"Every night?"

"Mhmm..."

"No one's been takin' care of you?" He asks, darkly as he pushes himself out of his chair.

"Just me." Your eyes follow him as he walks around the desk; boots shuffling along the floor.

"Just me. Huh?" He echoes.

You nod as he grips the armrests of your swivel chair, jarring you closer. You can see the print of Billy's long, thick cock; pressing against his jeans.

"I'm gonna take care of you, Heidi. And, you're gonna let me." He takes hold of your chin with a heavy hand.

"We gotta be careful, Billy. I can't-"

"I'm gonna take care of you," he cuts; using his grasp to lift you out of your seat and into his arms. "When I say I'm gonna take care of you, Heidi, I mean it. I'm gonna be careful. You don't need to worry about me. I got you. Alright?"

"Okay, Bi-" He steals your words, claiming your lips with his. Billy catches your moan in his mouth, answering with his own.

You let out a little gasp as he lifts you, bringing you closer. "I missed you... Fuck, Heidi," he mutters.

"I missed you too, Billy." You hold on tight as Billy swipes his palm across the desk; making the items tumble to the floor. He lays you on top; lips, barely losing contact, kissing you roughly.

Your hands drift down his chest, slipping under the hem of his shirt; meeting his warm tight skin just above his belt buckle. You rake your hands back up, feeling his muscles; even more pronounced than before; resting on his chest feeling his heart pound underneath. You dig your nails into his skin making him hiss out a breath.

Billy reaches for the bottom of your silk top, lifting it up; flipping back the cups of your bra. He squeezes your tits, shoving them together. "Jesus fuck, Heidi," he mutters; locking down on your nipple, swirling and flicking, leaving you a whimpering mess below him.

"You look good... So fuckin' good," he babbles; running two thick fingers between your thighs, shifting under your skirt; grazing over your panties. "How are you so wet?" He growls.

"Please," you whimper, desperate for more.

"Want me to eat your pussy, baby? Hmm? Bend you over this desk?"

"Yes, Billy. Fuck," you sob.

He lowers himself between your legs, looping his arms under your thighs; pulling you toward his face. You slink your hands down your body, pinching your skirt; pulling it around your hips as Billy tugs your panties over your curves; falling to the floor.

He spreads your legs, kissing you deeply; marking you in a way that'll surely leave a bruise, teasing you as his digits slip closer.

You take a grip on his sandy-blonde mullet, pulling him nearer as you buck your hips, craving more friction between the two of you. Billy breathes warmly against your clit making you melt into the table.

"Billy-" You beg, your words turning into a cry as he plunges his tongue deeply; drawing out slow, licking a line to your clit that has your body reeling.

He sucks your bud, releasing you with a pop. Doing it again and again, leaving your thighs quaking uncontrollably. He brushes his tongue side to side on your clit, making you see stars.

Billy slings your legs over his broad shoulders, working deeper than before. You grip the edge of the desk, teeth clenched; muscles firing hot as you hold back your cries of pleasure. "Cum for me..." He grunts; driving his fingers into you as you nod rapidly. "Can ya?"

"Y-Yeah," you shudder; chasing your climax as he pounds into your dripping cunt.

"Do it." Billy curls his fingers inside of you; tension, snapping as you cry out his name. "Fuck... Say it again. Say my name again," he moans; looking down at you in a drunken haze as he works you through your orgasm.

"Billy," you breathe as he slips between your legs, cleaning the mess he made.

"Tastes so fuckin' good," he mumbles. Before you can even think straight you hear the clinking of his belt and the splaying of a zipper. "Need to be inside you," he mutters.

You let out a gasp as he stuffs his cock in your pussy; hips flush with your ass, balls deep; pushing even further. "B-Billy..." You whimper; tears running down your cheeks as you feel the pressure you've been missing.

"Tell me what you we're thinkin' about last night, Heidi. Gonna fuck you just like that." He brushes your tears away with his thumbs as he kisses your lips; dick buried deep. "Mmm... Heidi, this pussy was made for me."

BANG. BANG. "Hey, Heidi. You in there?" Alex booms behind the door causing the two of you to freeze. Billy snares your hips, holding you in place.

"Can you go out the window?" You whisper.

"Of course." He rolls his hips slowly, not wanting to stop. "Meet me tonight..."

"I c-can't. My mom is out of town until Thursday-" You whisper, biting back a moan.

"Thursday it is," he sighs; cupping your breast in his hand. He leans down, giving you a soft bite; eyes focused on yours. You watch as the shadow shifts underneath the door; Alex, walking away. Billy notices his leaving as well, starting right where he left off.

"Billy, you said you were gonna take-"

"Care of you," he finishes your statement. "Aren't I?"

"Billy..."

"I promise; but, can you blame me?" He groans; pulling out reluctantly; eyes, rolling back at the feeling. "Thursday..."

"I promise."

"I knocked. You said 'she was in there'?" Alex darkens the door again, talking to someone.

Billy plucks your panties off the floor, stuffing them into his back pocket; giving you a wink. He slips out the window as you turn on your heels, grabbing the phone in an attempt to look busy.

Alex meets your eyes, ending a call of his own. You gesture toward yours, giving him a silent apology.

"It's okay. Just wanted to let you know we have a few squad cars out front," he whispers.

You give him a warm smile and a nod. Alex strides out the door, into the dark hallway; leaving you alone again.

BUZZ.

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sadhours · 7 months

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just the two (okay maybe four) of us - part one.

written by @buckysgrace and i ❤️

read on ao3

billy hargrove x oc + steve harringron x oc

contents: 18+ minors dni, polyamory, voyeurism, p in v, smut, kinda gay stuff between Billy and Steve, it’s gonna get gayer between them, modern au

word count: 5.9 k

“Harrington,” Billy purrs, lounged on the couch with Kim cuddled up tightly to his side.

Steve glances to his girlfriend, trying to convey his annoyance before looking back to the couple, “Hargrove.”

They’re watching some reality show, Billy’s got a beer in the hand he doesn’t have plastered on Kim’s ass and from the label on the bottle, Steve knows it’s from the pack of Stella he left here. For him. Not for Billy. He knows the girls won’t touch the beer. He groans, “Ya know, those beers are mine.”

“Whatever,” Billy scoffs, taking a swig from the bottle.

Gina sets her purse down, “Kim and I have some drinks, don’t worry.”

Steve follows her into the kitchen, though he knows what they have. Truly and Long Drinks. He was really looking forward to a beer but at the rate Billy drinks, he’s sure they’re gone. And as Gina opens the fridge, his suspicions are confirmed. Steve grabs onto Gina’s elbow and mumbles into her ear, “I fucking hate that guy.”

The busty girl rolls her eyes, leaning down and grabbing two blue cans from the pack of the gin cocktails and hands one to Steve, “You’ll live. Steal some of his beers when he brings ‘em.”

“See, Gina,” Steve exhales, “That’s the thing, he doesn’t ever bring any.”

Gina shakes her head, “Come on, I wanna listen to that new record I bought.”

Steve follows her back into the living room, where Gina drops on the couch next to Kim and drapes her arms around her waist and gives her a kiss to the cheek.

“Missed you,” she sings as Kim raises her shoulders and giggles while Steve stands awkwardly to the side.

“Missed you too,” Kim smiles bright, her eyes crinkling.

Steve’s been suspicious of them, wonders (with his dick in his hand) if they ever messed around before they got boyfriends, or if they still do. They’re weirdly close. Steve’s actually seen them kiss on the mouth a handful of times. He’d been too shy to ask Gina about it. Figures she’ll claim they’re just best friends anyways.

Gina gives Kim’s cheek another kiss before standing up, lacing her fingers with Steve’s and drags him into her bedroom. She closes the door behind her and Steve sits on her pink bedspread, kicking his shoes off. Gina walks over to her record player, opening the lid before grabbing the cellophane wrapped vinyl she bought yesterday while they were out shopping. It’s a Tame Impala album, an artist they bonded over when they first met this year. Gina slices the cellophane open with her manicured nail and sets it on the player, starting it up and turning the volume up. She kicks her shoes off and sets her drink on her nightstand before doing the same to Steve’s. She straddles his lap and wraps her arms around his neck, leaning down and kissing him slowly.

God, he’s obsessed with her. Her lips are so soft and plush, his mind goes blank when they kiss. Gina’s a goddamn vision. Huge tits, covered in freckles and pretty, dark eyelashes. Steve feels giddy at the thought of her so it’s kind of intense when she’s on top of him. They kiss for the entirety of the album, Gina getting up briefly to flip the record before climbing back on top of her boyfriend. Gina tastes sweet, mostly like the grapefruit from the drink but it’s also something particular. Tastes it whenever they kiss. While they’re making out, the room starts to darken as the sun goes down. And their session is interrupted with a knock at the door.

Kim opens it, walking in on the pair mid-kiss which embarrasses Steve. Mostly because Gina’s been grinding on him and his cock is hard. But Gina sits up and turns slightly, “Hi, Kimmy.”

“Hi,” Kim says, smiling at her friend, “Billy made dinner.”

“He cooks?” Steve says under his breath, Gina tugs on his hair as punishment.

“We’ll be right out,” Gina assures the redhead, who luckily closes the door behind her.

Gina climbs off of Steve’s lap and starts adjusting her clothes. She’s at the door and looks expectantly at Steve. He sits slowly but doesn’t stand, eyes at the ceiling.

“Let’s go, Stevie,” she giggles.

“Give me a second,” he mumbles, willing his fucking boner to go away.

“Whatcha looking at?” Gina wonders, a teasing tone to her voice.

Steve laughs softly, “If I look at you, it’s not gonna go away.”

Gina laughs, “Well… meet me out there, yeah?”

“Sure,” Steve nods, still staring at the ceiling. Thinks of homework and his grandparents and every trick in the book. But he’s embarrassed because Kim walked in on them and he’s sure they’re all sitting at the table talking about how Steve’s got to get rid of his wood before he can come out.

And they definitely were because he hears Billy say, “Well I’d be walking out here anyways. Shameless.”

Steve groans, walking into the dining area, “Don’t exactly want the two of you seeing that.”

Billy shrugs, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, King Steve.”

The brunette rolls his eyes before taking his seat next to Gina, looking out at the dinner Billy prepared and shit, he’s impressed. Tri-tip, garlic mashed potatoes and broccolini. There’s some type of gravy poured over the meat and potatoes.

“Looks good, Billy,” Gina beams, “Thanks for cooking.”

Steve’s jealous suddenly and wants to knock Billy’s lights out. He could cook. He’s never really tried. He makes a mean frozen pizza. Gina’s never complained before. She kicks his ankle and he looks at her with confusion, she mouths something to him that he can’t read and nods towards Billy. Oh. Well he doesn’t want to compliment this fucking asshole but he wants to make Gina happy.

“Yeah, man, looks awesome,” he says, “Uh, thanks.”

Billy shrugs his shoulders, smirking as he meets Steve’s eyes, “It’s nothing. Pretty simple and easy. Huh, Kim?”

Kim blushes, looking to her boyfriend with fucking stars in her eyes and Steve really fucking hates this guy. He popped a pizza in the oven for the girls one time and they seemed grateful. Gina sucked his dick that night so Steve still thinks he did good.

“Stop being humble,” Kim scolds him, “You're such a good cook.”

Billy waves her off, “I like to eat good.” He places his hand on Kim’s thigh and leans forward, licking his lips before saying, “And I eat good often, don’t I, babe?”

Steve rolls his eyes, turning to see Gina grinning wide and blushing. Maybe Steve needs to step up his game. He guesses he could eat Gina out more often. The ratio is off and he knows it. He gets head at least once a week and the last time he ate Gina out was three weeks ago. He notices the glass of wine set for him and gulps some down, before digging into his meal.

“Kim tells me you got a band,” Billy says to him, “What do you do?”

“Play music,” Steve retorts and Gina kicks his ankle again. He doesn’t want to play nice but he gets it. Gina and Kim are best friends. Of course they want their boyfriends to be friends. And Billy’s making an effort while Steve’s stewing in potentially unwarranted jealousy. Billy’s a good looking guy. Kim and Gina are close, he’s worried that they’ll ask her to join and he’ll be kicked aside. Which is stupid and Steve knows that.

“Uh, I play guitar and sing,” Steve clarifies, nodding as he smiles awkwardly.

“He’s really good,” Kim offers, “Gina and I went to one of his shows a month ago. Plus, when we went to karaoke.”

Billy’s face tightens and Steve feels like he’s won something. Yeah, sure, Billy can cook but Steve can serenade these bitches until their clothes fall off. It works for Gina, he can bet it’ll work on Kim. Maybe they should go out for karaoke again. Maybe they should invite Billy and Steve can really show off.

“Aw, thanks, Kim,” he smiles at her, “That was fun. I liked the duet you guys did.”

“I was so scared,” Kim breathes out, eyes wide as they meet Gina’s. Steve remembers that night fondly. He kinda felt like he had two girlfriends because both Kim and Gina get rather touchy when they’re drunk. They both clung to him in the Uber home.

“You did so good!” Gina gushes, “I think… we were hammered.”

Billy’s eyes widen as he blinks, looking to his girlfriend, “When was this?”

“We invited you, baby,” Kim assures him, “You had some frat thing.”

Billy nods along, reaching for Kim’s hand and lacing their fingers, “I bet you sounded great. You have a very sexy voice.”

Steve cringes, focusing on his food. He wonders if Gina wants him to blatantly flirt in front of them like that. But that’s really not Steve’s style.

—

“Stevie,” Gina whispers, turning to him and rubbing his chest. “Can you grab me a glass of water?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” he pecks her lips and sits up from the bed. He’s trying to find his boxers but he can’t. He goes to turn the light on but Gina protests.

“No, my eyes,” she whines, “Just go. No one’s awake.”

Steve reluctantly obeys, opening the door and peeking out his head. Kim’s door is closed and there’s no light underneath. Okay, it’s safe. Steve steps out to the kitchen, opening the cabinet and grabbing the orange, plastic cups Gina prefers for water. He reaches into the fridge and grabs the pitcher of water they keep in there. He begins filling the cup when the kitchen light is flicked on.

It’s Billy. And he’s also butt-ass naked. Steve immediately goes to cover his junk, knocking over the cup as he does so.

“Fuck,” he groans, setting the cup upright as he looks to Billy.

The blonde grins, wide and confident and yeah, okay, Steve looks at his dick. It’s out! He’s not covering it and Steve’s human. You display any set of gentians in front of him and he’s gonna look. It’s thicker than his own, even flaccid. His balls might be a bit smaller than Steve’s. But Billy’s working with a good set. It only makes him hate the guy more.

“I uh,” Steve clears his throat and he reaches for a towel to clean his mess up, exposing himself to Billy, who is obviously looking.

“Interesting,” Billy purses his lips and nods.

“What?” Steve replies as he wipes the water from the counter,

“Big cock for such a dweeb.”

“Did you just call me a dweeb?” Steve asks, covering himself again.

“Yeah, you are,” Billy scoffs, dumping the rest of his backwashed beer down the sink. He crouches in front of the fridge as he grabs a Truly. “No spine. That woman walks all over you. With a dick that size, I don’t get it.”

Steve’s beyond uncomfortable, turning away from Billy as he refills the plastic cup. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve mumbles.

“Guess you just don’t know what to do with it,” Billy comments as he stands again, cracking the can open and taking a swig, “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard you two have sex.”

Steve usually has his hand over Gina’s mouth, in consideration for Kim and Billy. He’s offended by Billy’s comment, fuming from it actually.

“I know how to use it, thank you very much,” he grumbles, moving passed Billy to put the pitcher back in the fridge.

And okay, yeah. He’s heard Kim every time he’s here and Billy spends the night. She screams. No regard for Gina and Steve. Even on school nights. Steve always thought it was rude.

“If you did, I’d hear it. Walls are thin,” Billy points out, frowning.

Steve rolls his eyes, holding the cup in his hand as he walks passed Billy down the dark hallway. Whatever. Steve pleases Gina. He doesn’t need the whole neighborhood knowing when they fuck. He closes her bedroom door behind him, handing Gina the cup. She grins and takes a couple of gulps before putting it on her nightstand.

“What took so long?” she wonders aloud, cuddling up to Steve once he crawls back into bed with her.

“Billy,” he groans, resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes.

“Sorry,” Gina apologizes and kisses his jaw, dragging her hand through the tuft of hair on his chest.

“I saw his dick,” Steve mumbles, sighing after.

“And?” Gina giggles.

“He complimented mine,” Steve laughs, nudging his nose against Gina’s temple.

“It’s a nice cock,” Gina tells him, giggling as she moves her fingertip against his nipple.

“Oh, yeah?” Steve purrs, “You can like, touch it if it’s so nice.”

Gina giggles, shoving her face against Steve’s neck as her hand moves lower. She drags her fingertips across his length, “Like this?”

“Uh-huh,” Steve nods while he feels his dick start to fill out the more Gina touches it.

“Billy!” Kim’s voice can be heard through the wall, a gasp almost. Steve closes his eyes, grinding his teeth together. Of course. Billy wants to play this game? Well, he’s on. Steve sits up, pushes Gina on her back and kicks the blankets off of them. He pulls her panties down her legs before spreading them, lowering his mouth to her thighs and sucks a sizable bruise against her skin. Gina gasps, knitting her fingers in his hair. Steve kisses up to her pussy, licks a big, broad stroke up her slit. He digs his fingernails into her skin, holding her legs apart while he continues licking through her folds, wondering what exactly Billy’s doing to Kim that has her so loud so quick.

“Oh, fuck,” Gina exhales quietly, tugging on Steve’s hair.

He hears Kim moan again and he’s only a tiny bit ashamed that it makes his dick twitch. He can do this, he can make Gina scream, he’s sure of it. He licks patterns through her folds, pulling back to tell her, “Wanna hear you. Be loud for me, baby.”

Billy really fucking hated Steve.

He hated the way the brown eyed boy played innocent, and acted naive towards the problem at hand. Steve was a shit liar, that was for sure. It had only taken one meeting for Billy to quickly understand that Steve thought that Kim could do better. He was an ass who probably thought he could make off with both of their girlfriends.

The truth of it all was that he probably could. Steve was a fucking dweeb, a nerd who wore reading glasses and read through reddit for fun. Billy wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten a girlfriend like Gina, not that Steve was really lacking in the looks department. But being good looking didn’t erase how dorky and lame the other boy was. Despite all of that, Steve was sweet.

He sang songs and played guitar and wrote songs for Gina, all grand gestures that Billy had endured hearing about from Kim. Meanwhile, he sucked at giving her any romantic presents. He couldn’t sing and he sure as hell didn’t know what to buy for her. Kim was on a whole other spectrum than him. She listened to Taylor Swift, wore pretty pink dresses and recorded herself doing silly dances on Tik Tok. Steve was exactly the type of guy she’d probably dreamt up of.

And the stupid asshole had a big dick. Billy thought it was a shame, wasted potential on someone like Steve.

He’d nearly raced back to Kim’s room after their conversation, noticing the gleam in Steve’s eyes. He had the same idea and there was no way in hell that Billy was going to let him win at his own game.

“What are you doing?” Kim asked, her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at him curiously. He glanced at her phone, noticing it was a Tik Tok for different spicy books. His lips curled into a smirk as she fumbled with her phone before she eventually turned it off, grinning sheepishly at him.

“Just wanted to see you,” He mumbled as he slinked between her legs, spreading her soft thighs wide. She wore nothing but one of the shirts he’d forgotten a few weeks ago. He breathed in her scent, liking the way her hips were already jerking up towards his mouth, “I wanna taste you.”

“You just had me.” She giggled softly, but her hazel eyes were wide as she stared down at him. It was true. He’d taken her not long after Steve and Gina had disappeared into her room. He’d had her sprawled out on the couch, his tongue deep inside of her wet cunt and his hands on her perky tits.

“I didn’t get my fill,” He teased her, wondering if Steve was going to practice putting his lame mouth to work. He kissed up her bruised thighs, dragging his tongue up slowly and earning a blissful sigh from her. She pushed her hands up over her head, her fingertips reaching towards the head of the bed as he spit onto her pretty cunt, “Gonna be good for me?” He teased, watching the way his saliva dripped down her pussy.

“Always,” She breathed out, her nipples hardening against his shirt. He grinned, figuring she would answer with that statement. He licked at her folds, swirling his tongue around before he was flicking it against her sensitive clit. She whimpered, her hips jerking forward as he brought his fingertips against her cunt, “Oh god.” She spread her legs wider, inviting him in.

He looked up at her, enjoying how she already looked like she was in far too much pleasure as he popped his pinky finger into his mouth. He wasn’t usually so quick, but he wanted Steve to hear just how loud she could be.

He slid two fingers into her cunt, sighing as they engulfed his thick digits. She clamped down around him, still moaning as he peppered some kisses against her sensitive clit. He grinned against her folds as her hips jerked forward. He spit again, letting it slick down further until it slid between her ass cheeks. He glanced up at her, languidly licking at her clit as he slid his pink inside of her puckered hole.

He exhaled at the same time she cried out in bliss, her eyes shutting tightly as he curled his fingers inside of her. He groaned, wishing he could stretch both of her holes out at once with his cock. He puckered his lips around her clit, sucking and licking as he fucked into her with his fingers.

“Billy!” She cried out, her eyes snapping down towards him like she was afraid he’d miss something. He slyly winked at her, knowing she would be loud enough to irritate that bastard next door. He pumped his fingers inside of her, curling them as she continued to moan and fall apart underneath him.

“Such a naughty little slut,” He spit out harshly, liking the way her cheeks reddened as he pussy squelched around his fingers. He pressed them in deeper, searching for that spot that made her hips jerk off the bed and her eyes roll into the back of her head, “Does it feel good?” He mocked her, clearly knowing the answer from how well she was responding to him.

“Yes,” She cried out, jerking her hips up against his fingers. He felt himself smirking, feeling proud at the way the redhead was responding to his touch. He was just about to dip his mouth back against her sweet cunt when he heard a moan, a loud one that didn’t form from her lips. Kim’s motions paused for a moment as she giggled, “Sounds like someone is having fun.”

“Billy didn’t think it was funny, however. He knew Steve was doing it on purpose. To be an ass just because he could. If he wanted to play that game, Billy would give it his all.

He pulled his fingers away hastily, stroking his hard cock as he smacked the back of Kim’s thigh. She yelped as she moved quickly onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air as she looked back towards him. He groaned, admiring the way her pussy gleamed in the moonlight.

“Do you want my cock?” He asked her, slowly rubbing the head of his thick cock along her drenched folds. She sighed, causing him to smack her ass with his free hand to make her moans louder. She gaped.

“Yes,” She said quickly, sitting up a bit so she could nod her head at him as she arched her ass further towards him, “Want you so bad, Billy.” She pleaded with him, her hazel eyes wide as she looked to him. He felt irritated as he heard Gina moan Steve’s name again.

“You want who?” He mocked as he squeezed her soft flesh in his hands. She blushed, looking at him a little shyly. She usually didn’t like to play too dirty with someone else in the apartment, but he didn’t care this time. He smacked her ass again, the sound echoing as Gina moaned out again.

“I want you daddy,” Kim clarified, her words tasting as sweet as sugar as she fluttered her eyelashes at him. He smirked, pressing his fat tip against her drenched hole as he slowly slid inside of her aching cunt. He hoped Steve heard every word, that he knew that Billy could treat Kim better in such a way that Steve could never imagine, “Oh my god.” She whined, her fingers turning into fists as she gripped the bedsheets.

He sighed, spreading her ass cheeks as he spit onto her again. He watched the way the saliva traveled until it met where they were connected. He groaned, thrusting forward hard enough to make the bed creak underneath their weight.

He pulled his hips back, far enough to where only his tip remained before he slammed into her again. She squeaked, her lips parting in awe as he moved his hands towards her slender hips. He held onto them, beginning to rock her into a steady rhythm.

She moaned as he tugged on her hair, forcing her head back until their lips met in a heated frenzy. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he tasted her moans on his lips. He momentarily forgot what he was doing before he heard a groan and was roughly shoving Kim’s face back into the pillows.

“Such a little whore,” He tsked, still feeling irritated at the fact that he could hear Gina moaning. He grunted as he rolled his hips forward, admiring the way Kim squeezed his cock so well. He was lying if he said he hadn’t imagined the two girls worshiping his cock before. He was only human and he couldn’t deny that it made his dick ache every time they hugged or kissed each other on the cheek, “Are you daddy’s little whore?” He asked as he dragged her back along the length of his cock.

“Yes,” She spit out roughly, loud and incoherent as her pussy clamped down around him. He groaned, rubbing his fingertips into her skin. He liked the way she had bruises fading from the last time he’d been this rough, “I’m daddy’s little whore.” She cried out, squeaking as his cock found her bundle of nerves. He laughed, pushing her hair from her face so he could get a better picture.

Her eyebrows were knitted together tightly, pouty lips opened in awe as drool fell from her open mouth. Billy felt his dick throb as he bent over her more, the sound of her flesh smacking against hers so loud that he hoped it lingered in Steve’s mind for the next few days.

He spit, his saliva landing on the corner of her mouth as he rocked his aching cock forward again. Her walls clamped down on him again as she whimpered, her tongue darting out to lick it away. He groaned, wanting to see how Steve would react when they did it in public. The next time they drank together; he’d make her do it.

He groaned as her body became more and more relaxed, her body slowly falling into the mattress as he pressed his cock into her harder. He groaned, wrapping an arm underneath her waist to keep her up as he rammed into her deeper. She was moaning incoherently, her breathing more labored as the head of the bed smacked against the wall.

“Right there, daddy,” She was panting harder, her whimpers coming out roughly and pitchy as he dragged his cock in and out of her wet walls. He groaned, bending his head down to kiss at her pale skin. He nipped at it, enjoying the way her back arched in response, “So close.” She was squealing suddenly, the tops of her feet smacking against the mattress as he slammed her roughly against his cock.

“S’alright,” He praised her, his voice sounding guttural from how tightly her cunt was squeezing down around his cock, “Cum for me.” He dipped his fingertips lower, proud that he could no longer hear Steve and Gina over Kim’s loud cries as he pressed his fingers roughly against her clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub quickly, earning a shrill moan from her as her body contorted at once.

She was loud as she came around his cock, her body spasming as she nearly did topple into the mattress this time. He groaned loudly, feeling like he wasn’t far behind from how her cunt was milking him. He hissed between his teeth, trying to keep his pace as he rocked her through her orgasm. She jerked her hips back, setting herself up onto her elbows as she turned to look at him with dark eyes.

“Cum inside me, daddy. Please, please,” Kim was gripping his forearm as she spoke, her eyes wide and dilated with lust as he dragged her back and forth along his cock even harder. He was groaning, his stomach muscles clenching together as the pleasure grew deep inside of him, “Please, daddy, please.” She sounded like she was crying, like she’d never recover if she didn’t feel his cum painting her walls.

He brought his forehead against hers, his lips open against hers as he breathed in her pitchy moans. His thrusts became sporadic as all of his muscles clenched together, his mind whirling as her pussy gripped his cock firmly. Her tongue darted out against his bottom lip, licking as he slammed his hips forward. He groaned, falling on top of her as he came with his own strangled cry. He sighed blissfully as she mewled underneath him, her legs still moving as his spunk filled her.

“Shit,” He breathed out harshly, his heart racing in his chest as he tried to collect himself. She giggled, looking up towards him as he slowly moved off of her. He looked over her for a moment, scared that he might have actually crushed her tiny body, “You’re bad.”

“Good,” She corrected him, sliding her tongue across her bottom lip as she watched him. His muscles were still contracting and he was out of breath but he slid between her legs again, dipping his tongue into her drenched hole as he licked his cum away. She moaned again, tugging on his hair as she brought him back up towards her mouth. They kissed messily, sloppily as they traded their cum back and forth with their tongues, “Oh god.” She whimpered softly, her eyelashes fluttering shut.

“So good for me, Kim,” He breathed against her lips. He pulled away for a second before he kissed the corners of her mouth, hoping that Steve had a hard time sleeping tonight, “Such a good girl.”

In the other room, Steve was doing pretty well. Gina was being more verbal than most nights. He ate her out until Kim started getting really loud. Then he knew he had to step up his game. Thing is, it sounded like Billy was being rough with Kim by the sounds she made, and all the smacking he could hear. Could swear Kim was calling him daddy. Steve wasn’t sure how he felt about that kink. Couldn’t exactly imagine Gina calling him that without thinking of his own father, or Mr. Hagan. Not to mention, Steve hadn’t ever been rough with Gina. He slapped her ass sometimes but he was usually pretty focused on not coming and knew that if he held her still and pounded away, he wouldn’t be able to last. He had to take things slow.

Gina was soaking wet, always got that one when Steve ate her out. He sits up, wiping his face off with the back of his hand before grabbing a hold of his cock and pushing the head through her folds. Then he remembers he needs to get a condom on, so he leans over her to dig through the nightstand. He grabs onto the golden wrapper and sits back up, tearing it open with his teeth and rolls the rubber over his aching cock. Kim makes another loud noise, egging Steve on as he lines himself up and thrusts inside Gina harder than he usually would. He knows he’s big, doesn’t typically want to hurt her but this weird competition has him not thinking straight. Gina yelps, eyebrows knitting together quickly as her jaw falls open. Her big brown eyes gaze up at Steve and he’s worried he’s hurt her, but then she rolls her hips and moans out his name.

“Steve…”

He bites his lip, staying still because the look on her face is about all he needs to cum. Goddamnit. He never understood how some guys can last hours, let alone 20 minutes. Gina’s cunt feels amazing, squeezing him tight and so wet and warm. He groans softly, grabbing a hold of her supple breast as he drags his cock out until just the tip remains.

“Uh—uhn…” Gina moans out, arching her back slightly.

“Fuck,” Steve exhales through gritted teeth, “you feel so good.”

Gina hums, wrapping her arms around Steve’s neck and rolls her hips, pushing his length deeper inside. He gasps, hanging his head as he grabs a hold of her waist with his other hand.

“You’re so big,” she whines, looking up at him with these almost innocent, huge brown eyes and Steve’s a little pissed off with himself for how close he already is. Gina has to cum first. He can’t fuck this up. He knows Billy is listening, even though it sounds like he’s fucking Kim’s brains out. Weirdly, thinking about Billy kind of helps distract him. He thrusts his hips again, builds up a steady rhythm while he toys with Gina’s sensitive nipple.

“Fuck!” she cries out, tossing her head back against the pillows while Steve pounds into her. This is about the point when he’d cover her mouth, always worried about someone hearing. However, it’s actually pretty exciting to think about the other couple hearing them. Now, all he has to do is last longer than them. Make sure that when they’re finished, they have to lay there and hear Gina.

“Is that good, baby?” Steve chokes out, squeezing the handful he’s got of her tit.

“So fucking good, Stevie,” she babbles out, tightening her arms around him.

Steve lowers his lips to Gina’s ear, like he always does, starts praising her. Though this time, he’s not muffling her sounds with his hand. Gets to hear the way his words drive her wild. He took his time eating her out, there’s no way Kim and Billy will last longer. Steve’s gonna win, has to.

“You’re so pretty for me, baby. Look so good when you take my cock,” Steve tells her, grinning to himself when she moans out and writhes beneath him. “Taking it so well.”

He snaps his hips faster, kissing against Gina’s jaw. Kim screams, it’s muffled but Steve’s sure she came. He thinks he’s right because moments later, he can hear Billy cry out. Fuck yes, he beat them. He’s got this. He’s just gotta make Gina scream like Kim did. Which is quite the task, she’s not usually loud. He’s gotta think quickly, tries to remember all the things that she likes. He hears Kim moan again and it throws him off. Were they not done? Are they going again? Fuck Billy. That asshole. Again? That quickly? Wait— they’re quiet. Okay, Steve, you can do this. Rock Gina’s world. Make her scream. You can do it.

Steve pulls out, Gina whimpers but looks at him curiously. He pats her thigh, “Flip over for me, beautiful.”

She looks excited now, quickly rolls onto her knees and sticks her ass up at Steve. He smooths his hand over her ass and then delivers a harsh smack to it. Gina cries out, arching her back and wiggles her ass at him. So he does it again, to the other cheek.

“Fuck me,” she begs breathlessly and Steve obliges, slides his cock back into her aching hole. Clearly, once he bottoms out, his tip presses against her g-spot because she’s moaning and her arms shake where she’s holding herself up. Steve runs his hand up her back and grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her up by it so her back meets his chest. She cries out from the sensation, turning her head to pant against Steve’s mouth. He snaps his hips forward again, licking against her lower lip. Gina moans softly, reaching her hand to grab Steve’s wrist, trying to hold herself up.

“I got you, baby,” he purrs, licking the pads of his fingertips before bringing them down to rub circles against Gina’s clit. He pays attention when she does it herself, tries to memorize exactly the right way to do it.

She whines out but he wants her to be louder, so he pounds into her harder and moves his fingers faster. It works, Gina chants his name out, “St-eve… Steve! Steeeve!”

Ha. Take that Billy. He knows exactly how to use his equipment. He’s beaming, smiling from ear to ear while Gina moves her ass against him harder.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve mutters, “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So fucking good!” she moans out through gritted teeth, he can tell she’s close by it. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, just like that!”

He grabs a hold of her hip with his left hand, still dragging quick and firm circles against her clit while he hammers into her deep and fast. Gina babbles, incoherent sounds falling from her lips. Before he knows it, she’s seizing against him while crying out. It’s loud, and fuck she sounds so sexy. Fuck, fuck, fuck— he cums too. Whimpering while they collapse on the bed, Steve is still pumping into her uncontrollably as he fills the condom. He rides out his orgasm, whining and whimpering against her ear.

Once he comes down, he pulls out and tugs the condom off his softening cock. He ties it off and tosses it into the trash next to the bed before laying beside Gina and pulling her into his arms. She hums happily before connecting their lips, kissing him soft and slow until they fall asleep.

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📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 3658

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Trigger warnings: This story contains background themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost

3. Cream filled Sponge Cakes (with chemicals)

Bucky

They plan out what they’re going to do when they get to the hospital on the car ride over.

“I think it’s best if you wait outside at first,” Bucky says, glancing away from the road for a second to try and gauge Steve’s reaction to this. He looks neutral. “Just because she’s already pissed,” he adds. “And it’ll probably be overwhelming having one person telling her they’re taking custody, let alone two.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “That makes sense.”

Bucky holds his hand out over the center console, waiting for Steve to take it. He does, and Bucky grips his hand tight. “I’ll get the initial stuff out of the way. I’m sure there’s gonna be a ton of paperwork.”

“What if she refuses?” Steve worries. “She can, right?”

Bucky sighs. “Yeah. I don’t have any legal hold on her. Yet. I’ll just have to try and talk sense into her, get her to see that we’re better than the alternative.”

Steve gives his hand a squeeze back. “You can do it.”

Bucky sighs. “I hope so. I really do.” Inside though, he’s already not so sure.

They get to the hospital about forty-five minutes after Bucky’d hung up from the phone call with the police officer. He spots a cruiser parked outside when they approach the emergency room, and it rankles his nerves to think of Mary being forcibly shoved into the back seat of said car.

He goes to the check in desk with Steve and asks for Officer Santiago. “I got a call about an involuntary hold. My submissive,” he says.

The woman at the desk does a double take at that, looking up and down Bucky where he stands like she’s just realized he’s a different species. “Oh,” she says. “You're one of those?”

Bucky ignores it, but he can sense Steve tensing up by his side, indignant on his behalf. “Yes,” he says. “I am.” He’s not going to waste time getting on his spiel about mental illness and stigmatization. They’ve got bigger problems right now. “I’m going to need her records,” he says, injecting authority into his tone. “And any paperwork for transfer of custody. The cops brought her in. Name’s Mary.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and tries to look self-assured while he waits, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if the woman demands a last name.

It takes her several minutes to gather everything up for Bucky. She hands it all over to him and says, “That’s the paperwork for custody. The attending physician should be able to provide you with her medical workup.” She points to a set of double doors. “You go down that hallway and to the left. Bed number four.”

Bucky nods and thanks her, then turns to Steve.

“I know,” Steve says, putting on a brave smile. “I’ll wait here.”

“Baby.” Bucky steps close, pulling him into his arms. Steve’s physically just a little bigger than him, and Bucky has always liked the novelty of that. He kisses him gently and then rests their foreheads together for a moment, letting Steve feel their connection. “I love you,” he says quietly. “You’re the best thing I could ever hope for, you know that?”

Steve’s smile is more natural, now. “Yeah I know it.” He gives Bucky another kiss and stands back. “Hey, what about this?” He knocks on Bucky’s shoulder—the metal one. “She know about that?”

Bucky realizes that he’s not wearing his glove, and tries to remember if he’d had it on at the café. He frowns. “Oh well. I don’t think that’s going to be her main focus, not after I explain everything to her.”

“Yeah.” Steve gives him a light push. “I Love you. Now on and get the hard part over with. I’ll be here when you need me.”

Bucky nods. He knows he will. He goes back to the check in desk, one last question on his mind. “Is there a food court or something around here?”

Mary

Mary’s taken a break from saying pissy things to the cop who’s guarding her. She’s been so angry, she’s felt like her skin’s boiling. But now she’s starting to get tired, too. She hadn’t slept last night, just stayed up and gabbed on the phone to that crisis counselor.

She grits her teeth as she fumes about that, feeling betrayed all over again. That bitch had called the cops on her!

“You can tell me anything you want to. I’m here to listen, remember?”

Liar!

“I hope you know I don’t have insurance,” Mary snaps at the officer. He’s sitting in a chair in her little curtained off area. He regards her coolly, saying nothing, and she jerks her head to indicate the emergency room. “And I’m not paying a single red cent for any of this.” So far, they’ve taken her blood, her pulse, an EKG, and sent in nurses, a resident, and several shrinks. They’d tried to put an IV in her but she’d ripped it out as soon as nobody was looking. “I’m suing the hospital,” she adds. “And you. I’m suing the whole police department.”

“Okay,” Santiago says, annoyingly calm.

Mary growls, rattling her hand where it’s cuffed to the bed rail. “This is unconstitutional!”

There’s the sound of a throat clearing, and then the curtain to their area is being pulled aside. Mary’s eyes go wide when she sees who it is. “You?!”

Bucky smiles politely at her. “Me.” He steps into the curtained room, a little snack bag in his hand. He holds it up to show her, and she sees the Hostess logo. It’s a bag of little … sponge cake pastries. “Best I could do on such short notice. They’re for you, if you behave,” he says, talking to her like a pet being offered a treat.

Mary wrinkles her nose. “Pass. D’you even know all the chemicals they put in those things?”

Bucky shrugs and turns to offer them to officer Santiago, who more than happily accepts. Mary pouts as she watches him rip open the bag and stuff one in his mouth.

“How are you doing, Mary?”

She turns her attention to Bucky and scowls at the way he uses her name like he knows her. “Awful,” she says. She jerks her head at Santiago. “Officer Dickwad over here won’t let me have my phone.”

“Language,” Santiago says dispassionately, through a mouthful of cake.

“Shut up and eat your fucking donut, Rent’a’cop.”

Bucky

He puts his foot down once she starts flinging curses and insults at the officer. As a paramedic, Steve is always in and out of emergency rooms, often working in coordination with law enforcement to deal with uncooperative patients. So Bucky knows just how much drama and belligerence these guys have to deal with on the regular.

“Hey,” he says sternly. “Don’t disrespect him. He’s just doing his job.” He’s not mean about it, but it’s verging on what Steve likes to call his “Dom” voice, and Bucky can see how it affects Mary. She freezes up, all of her focus on him. For a few seconds, she even forgets to be angry. Bucky takes the opportunity to step close to the bed. He eyes where she’s cuffed to the rail. “Mary,” he says gently. “I know you don’t want to be here. I know you’re angry.”

“You’re damn right I am,” she growls. “They just showed up and threw me in a cop car! Didn’t even give me a choice!”

Bucky reaches out and places his hand atop her cuffed wrist. It’s his metal hand. Her eyes widen when she sees it, but she doesn’t pull away. “I know,” Bucky says. “And I’m sorry it happened that way. But do you understand why people were concerned for your safety?”

Her face tenses up as she tries to hold back some emotion (something tells Bucky it isn’t anger, this time). “They called the cops,” she pouts. “They lied to me.”

“They did,” Bucky agrees, wanting to placate her. “But you were hurting yourself, honey. And you were talking about doing worse, weren’t you?”

She can’t meet his eyes, instead staring at where he’s holding her wrist. “I … I talked about a lot of things,” she mumbles. “It was just talk. I don't even remember half of it. I didn’t … I wasn’t really gonna do anything.”

“Can you show me where you hurt yourself?” Bucky asks, careful to keep his voice gentle. “I want to see how bad it is.”

Mary shivers, shaking her head sadly. Her hair is loose and hanging messy around her face, so Bucky reaches up to tuck it behind her ear. He hears her give a quiet, shaky inhale. “Come on now,” he coaxes. “Let me see.”

For a long moment, it seems like she won’t obey, but then her shoulders sink down and she takes a deep breath and lets it out, whispering a tiny little. “... kay,” as her hands creep down to take hold of the tee shirt she’s wearing. It’s extra large, going all the way to her knees, and it’s all she’s wearing. Bucky doesn’t know if the police brought her in that way, or if it’s something the hospital gave her to put on after being examined, but either way, he schools his expression as she edges the tee shirt up her leg, higher and higher, until it becomes apparent that she is wearing underwear, and she’s bared her hip to him.

Cutting, then.

Bucky looks her over, not as upset by the fresh cuts so much as the old ones. They litter the skin of her upper thigh and hip—some so old they’re scars, some still in various stages of healing. Bucky forces himself not to touch, even though his brain is screaming at him to fix fix fix! There’s nothing here that can be fixed easily—certainly not with a bandaid. Bucky takes a moment to calm himself down before he asks, “How long have you been doing this, honey?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispers. She shoves the tee shirt back down and meets his eyes. “Why are you here?”

Moment of truth, Bucky thinks. “The police called me. They got my number from your phone. They wanted to call your Dom to come get you.”

She frowns, looking confused. “But … you’re not—”

“Officer Santiago,” Bucky says quickly, cutting her off. “Could you give us a moment alone please?”

“Sure.” Santiago gets up and takes his bag of cakes with him. “Just a couple’a minutes,” he warns, then steps outside the curtain and pulls it shut. Bucky can see as his shoes walk away.

“You told them you were my Dom?!” Mary hisses.

Bucky looks at her sternly. “No. They assumed I was. You had me in your phone.”

“I … I did?”

Bucky’s mouth quirks. “Yeah, you did.”

“Well that doesn’t mean anything,” she huffs. “I’m not even submissive.”

“I think you know that’s not true,” Bucky says. He reaches up and gathers her hair back in one fist and pulls—gently, just enough to put the barest of pressure on her scalp—forcing her to raise her chin. She visibly reacts to it, softening into his grip, eyes slipping closed and features going slack. “You like that,” Bucky says, making it a statement rather than a question, because it’s obvious she does.

Her eyes open slowly. “S’nothing. It doesn’t mean anything.”

He releases her hair, cupping the back of her neck instead. He grips her firmly in his hand, and this time she nearly moans, lips parting and the sound coming out before she can fully stifle it. Bucky’s mouth curls and he hums. “And that? Is that ‘nothing’ too?”

“Please.” She’s having a hard time maintaining eye contact, which is typical. There’s a little pinch between her eyebrows that’s so sweet and needy, Bucky wants to kiss it. It makes her look like she might cry, and that thrills him too. “Please,” she whispers. “I just wanna go home.”

“You’re not going home, Honey,” he tells her, keeping the grip on her neck steady and petting at her hair with his other hand. She’s going down a little, likely so easily because of the alcohol in her system, because of how deprived she’s been until now. She whines a little at his words and he shushes her. “They won’t let you. You’re either gonna have to let me take you, or else stay here in the hospital, in the psych ward.”

Mary whimpers. “No.”

“Shhh,” he soothes. “I know. I don’t want that for you either, but you have to make the choice. If you want to leave here, then you have to sign the paperwork that gives me custody of you.” He tilts her chin up. “Look at me now, Honey.” She’s sluggish, so it takes a second, but her eyes come up as she obeys. They’re a little glossy, pupils blown wide, and Bucky gives her neck an encouraging squeeze. “Good girl,” he praises.

She practically melts at hearing that. “Please …” she says again.

Bucky would bet money that she doesn’t know what she’s asking for. He does, though. He knows down to the marrow of his bones what a ‘please’ like that means. “Don’t worry, Doll. I’ll take care of you. I will.” He bends and pecks a kiss to her forehead, then steps away. She makes a weak noise of protest and he shushes her.

“I’m just gonna go get officer Santiago back. … And my husband, Steve.”

She blinks at the word ‘husband’. “Steve?” she repeats, shoulders shrinking as she pulls into herself. “But—”

“It’s okay,” Bucky promises. “He’s a very nice man. You’ll like him.”

Mary looks unsure. Bucky’s glad she’s down, otherwise he’s fairly certain she’d be arguing by now, maybe even pitching a fit and cursing. Instead, what comes out of her mouth is a hesitant little, “... He’s like you?”

“No. No he’s not designated. He’s—”

“Normal.” She says it so sadly, sounds so demoralized. Bucky has to fight the urge to correct her, to give her a speech about how, ‘just because they’re designated, it doesn’t make them abnormal’. He bites his tongue. What’s more important right now is that she’s making progress in accepting the reality that she’s almost certainly submissive.

“Yeah,” he says. “Steve’s not like us. But I wanted him to come in here and meet you. Do you think you can do that for me, Sweetie?” The pet names come naturally, are a part of his dynamic as a Dom, and Bucky can tell that she responds favorably to them. “Hm? Answer me, Mary.”

(And of course, the use of her name gets instant attention and obedience.)

“Okay,” she says. “Yes.”

He smiles and gives her a heartfelt, “Good girl,” wanting to show her that he’s pleased, that she’s doing well. “I’m gonna go get him, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Steve

Steve is equal parts excited and nervous to meet the woman Bucky has found, the woman they’re going to be taking care of. … Maybe more, if things work out.

He holds Bucky’s hand as he’s led back to where the emergency room beds are. Bucky draws back the curtain and Steve sees the cop sitting there, looking bored, … and her.

“Oh,” he breathes. “Hey.”

She’s pretty—which is saying a lot, because that’s Steve’s first thought, despite the state of her. She’s got goo gobs of dark eye makeup that it looks like she put on once she was already drunk, and by now it’s been smeared to kingdom come by tears and her own hands. Her hair sits messy and unbrushed around her shoulders, and her eyes are glazed and tired from a high that’s probably going to wear off soon and leave her looking even more exhausted than she already does.

“Hey,” Steve says, eyes flicking up and down her body where she’s sitting on the bed. She’s wearing nothing but a big tee shirt, and Steve allows himself one glance down at her shapely legs, then resolutely keeps his eyes trained upwards. She’s a disheveled mess, but even like that, Steve can see how she drew Bucky’s attention, that day in the café.

“Hi,” Mary says.

Steve smiles hopefully. By his side, Bucky squeezes his hand in encouragement, and offers, “Mary, this is Steve, my husband.”

Steve watches her face, curious to know what she thinks of Bucky being married. He’s expecting displeasure maybe, imagining that a submissive would feel jealous or upset, if their prospective Dom was already attached to someone else.

But she seems to stay calm, sitting there and taking Steve in with slow blinks, even looking a little bit shy herself. “... You’re big,” she eventually says. “I thought you’d be smaller than him.”

Steve grins and he hears Bucky’s scoffed, “Size has nothing to do with our dynamic.”

Steve knows he’s got half an inch on Bucky, more muscle mass too, but he’s never felt bigger than his husband. Bucky’s personality, his dominance, is larger than Steve.

Mary’s still staring at him, a thoughtful little pinch between her eyebrows. Steve waits in expectation of a question, but none comes. “What?” he asks. He pulls up the room’s extra plastic chair and sits close to the bed, offering her his hand. He’s surprised when she takes it. Steve stares thoughtfully at his hand as she drags her fingers over his fingers, his palm, still not saying anything. He looks over at Bucky, concerned. “Did they give her drugs?”

Thankfully, Bucky chuckles and shakes his head. “She’s down,” he explains.

Oh. Okay. That’d explain her calm affect. Steve had come in here halfway expecting a screaming hellcat. He hadn’t expected this. He turns back to Mary, giving her a friendly look. “Did you have questions you wanted to ask me?”

She bites her lip, clearly working something out in her head. “Bucky said you two have a ‘dynamic’.”

“He did.”

“But he said you’re normal.”

Steve’s lips thin once he figures out what she means. “We’re all normal,” he scolds. “But no, I don’t have ‘Dominant or Submissive Personality Disorder’, if that’s what you mean.” He puts sarcastic quotes around words to clearly convey his distaste for the classification. He wants her to know how ridiculous he finds it.

“Babe,” Bucky warns quietly from behind. “We’re not getting political right now, okay? Just focus on her, on what we have to do.”

“Right, sorry.” He knows that Bucky’s right, so he tries again, telling Mary, “I’m ‘normal’, but Bucky and I still have a very intimate relationship together. We’re husbands. So yeah, we’ve developed our own dynamic. When I’m with him I tend to follow his lead, so to speak.” He smiles and shrugs. “It works for us.”

Mary looks like she’s thinking this new information over. There’s a slowness to her, a dreaminess in her expressions and her reactions.Steve figures it’s a combination of her being down, and not being sober. In fact, he can smell the vodka leaking out of her pores. It’s actually pretty horrible. “So does that make sense?” he prods her gently. “Mary?”

“… Yeah, I think so.” She eyes him up and down, looking back and forth between him and Bucky. “What will you do?” she asks Steve. She blushes a little from asking the question, so he deduces that she’s asking what he’ll do with her; what their dynamic together will be, outside of her and Bucky.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says, because that’s all he knows for sure, and he wants her to feel safe. Steve knows that it’s absolutely crucial for this woman to feel safe right now, if they’re going to take her home with them. “Bucky and I both will.” He holds her hand—the one that isn’t cuffed to the bed—enveloping it between his. “It’ll be much better than staying here,” he promises. “You’ll be so safe. And much happier.”

Mary’s body draws in, seems to actually get smaller as she pulls back into herself. “I’m never happy,” she says mournfully. It hurts Steve’s heart to see it, so he knows it must be killing Bucky, given his overly protective instincts. Steve glances over at him. “Babe?”

Bucky has a clipboard full of papers, which Steve knows must be the custody orders. “Here, Honey,” he tells Mary, handing her the clipboard and the pen. “This is what you have to sign to be able to come home with us.”

It kind of bothers Steve that Bucky doesn’t encourage her to read through the documents more thoroughly, but he doesn’t say anything because he knows they have only the best intentions for her. She’ll be safe with them. He watches as she signs her signature in the places Bucky points out, trying to scan some of the fine print as she goes. Anxiety is written across her face and she starts to bite at the chapped skin on her bottom lip. “But, um … what if I’m not what you think?” she worried, not looking at either of them.

Bucky pets her hair and reassures her. “You are, sweetheart. Trust me. And we’re gonna take you to a therapist anyway, to get an official diagnosis.”

Normally Steve would be scoffing at the word “diagnosis,” but he’s too busy watching the two of them together. There’s a strange feeling in his gut, at seeing his husband touch Mary like that, at hearing him call her pet names and calmly take control of her. Steve’s never seen Bucky dom another person before, and he … he kind of doesn’t hate it. In fact, it’s actually making him feel all the more attracted to Bucky, and curious about Mary. Like he wants to help, wants to get to know her.

She signs the rest of the documents without making a fuss, so Steve figures he’ll be getting that chance.

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