#cowboy!bucky

[grugruel]

The Girl Who Cried Cowboy

Parings: dbf!cowboy!bucky x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

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Summary: When drinking too much at one of her father's summer parties, she realises just how inappropriate her feelings are for her fathers best friend. And he has to drive her home.

Word count: 3.2

Warnings: cowboy hat, rough sex, pinv sex, kintchen-counter sex (woooh), doggy, creampie, praise, strong feelings, "I love you", mutual pining, tension, pet names (sweetheart, girl, ma'am, darlin', woman), slight angst, sundress kink, hair pulling.

Low chatter and calm music soothed her, tuning her mind to familiar nostalgia as she faded into memory of old summer nights.

Nights much like this one.

The singing birds, the perfectly temperatured air, and the warm kisses from the last rays of the setting sun.

Her parents' big grass-clad backyard in which she sometimes slept, like now, she enjoyed the infiltrating clovers that softened the ground beneath her.

And the blue open sky that stretched above her like a lustriously painted ceiling. It was deep at this hour, but not dark. Even so, it slowly lightened as it merged into the pastel colors of the horizon.

Her world whirled, stretching and contracting mildly as a slight buzz from her many emptied beers took a pleasant hold of her senses. She smiled, putting the half spilled bottle to her lips once again. Not minding one bit that she had toppled over, rather just loving the way the grass tickled her skin as her sheer sundress bunched high on her thighs. Especially enjoying the way it moved against her nipples, now very glad she'd opted out of wearing a bra today–

'You sure know how to catch my attention, sweetheart.' A voice mused.

She faced its source but already knew who it belonged to, its presence only making her night better. He'd always been her favorite out of her dad's friends.

The sun painted her face a golden orange, as she turned toward him. A tall, blurry figure stood by her side, she squinted, and a handsome cowboy materialised. The shapes forming him steadied. She could make out the gruff hands around his belt buckle, his face, and the cowboy hat on his head. Which was busy shielding his eyes from the sun, their intent gaze observing her from beneath its rim.

She smiled knowingly. 'Buck!' She erupted, throwing her arms upward as if to hug him from the ground, spilling beer all around her in the process. 'Join me.' She giggled, and her arms fell to pat the ground at her sides.

The cowboy shook his head with a chuckle. He had never been able to say no to her.

Her bare, bent knees lulled against his lap as she moved closer to his relaxed form. She took another swig of beer, then pointed at the sky above them.

Towering over their laying forms, the sky held a full moon in its mixing colors, the suns reflection only illuminating its silvery brightness and amplifying the contrasts.

'Ain't it pretty?'

-

His wandering eyes roamed her face, the alcohol fueled blush that adorned it, and the strands of wild hair that framed her like a canvas. He wanted noting more than to push them behind her ears so he could admire her in full. He willed his eyes from traveling south. He could not, it was unfair to her and her father.

-

He hummed. 'Sure is.'

She shut her eyes, attempting to collect herself. It must be the alcohol, surely. But she hadn't even had that much to drink, had she? She placed the hat on her head properly. Forgetting herself entierly.

She faced him again, meeting his eyes. He watched the blush expand across her face as she realised it was her that he was talking about. The girl, suddenly shy. Grabbed his hat from his head and covered her giggling face. His charm was dangerous, she couldnt help herself around him. Her face poked out from beneath the hat, eyes studying him carefully as he looked back up at the moon. The colors of the sky and the green of the grass running parallel to his profile. His forehead, nose, lips, and chin placed perfectly in between them, running like a mountain range in a horizon. She got a strong urge the kiss his perfectly handsome face– ugh, fuck. . .

'Buck?'

He hummed.

'Could you drive me home?' She just needed to sleep it off, these feeling would be gone in the morning. She was sure.

He looked back at her. '. . .'Course darlin.' His eyes wandered over his hat, on her head. His lips tightened into a line as he cleared his throat.

The girl nodded. 'Can you tell dad? I hate to leave the party early, but I think I over did the drinkin'. . .' She lied. She wasn't sick, nor drunk, drunk. She just felt too guilty to speak with her dad directly when these types of thoughts ran rampid about his best friend.

Her world devolved into streaks of color as he pulled her to her feet. The booze affected body betrayed her as the footing failed beneath her feet– she collided with his chest, and his quick hands shot to her waist– catching her before she took another tumble. 'Easy there.' His drawl in full effect.

He laughed, but nodded. 'He'll understand, im sure. Your father's a wise man.' And grabbed her shoulder, and squeezing it reassuringly. Then stood, and held his hand out for her to take.

Everything whirled around her, everything except him. She could see him perfectly clear. The pair locked eyes, enjoying the feeling of his big hands molding to her waist. Something tugged on them, pulling them closer to each other. Lips brushing, noses touching. She felt dizzy, the pair of them hiding their faces under the brim of his hat. It somehow felt easier. Hands slipping to her hips, squeezing. Their heavy breathing, drinking each other in, and the squeeking of the patio door– in horror they pulled off of each other, akwardness seeping into the space between them. She kept her eyes on the ground as she realised she was wearing his hat. She'd put it on, hadn't she? Oh. . . Fuck– but she had no time to worry about its insinuations right now, and quickly removed it, pushing it back into Bucky's hands.

'Ah, there you both are!' It was her dad, walking in a straight line toward them.

She prayed he hadn't seen anything. As everyone had moved the party inside when the night began to fall.

He slapped a hand on buckys shoulder, greeting him happily.

Thank god, she sighed in relief.

But there was an akward silence, where none of them said much of anything for a second.

'Whats goin' on, who died?' Her father joked, a dry chuckle following it. But a tinge of true uncertainty lingered in his voice as he looked at them with skeptical eyes.

'Im just not feelin' to good.' She scrambled to explain, as bucky scratched his neck, not managing to come up with a good excuse himself. 'I was thinkin' of headin' home. Buck'll drive me.'

Her father gave her a slanted smile and ruffled her hair. 'Yeah? To much to fast?'

She nodded, a faint smile on her lips. 'Sorry.'

He tilted his head, searching her eyes. 'Dont apologize sweetheart. Its ok. I'll see ya' later, yeah?'

She nodded again, and he kissed her on top of her head.

She loves her dad, and to prove it she'd almost kissed his best friend. Shame gnawed at her, she couldn't do that to him.

He turned to Bucky. 'You comin' back later then?'

'I'm not sure.' Bucky dared a flicker of a glance in her direction, and lowered his voice. 'Gotta get 'er home first, make sure shes alright.'

Her father nodded, seamingly appreciating the gesture. If he only knew.

'But you'll notice if I turn up.' Bucky laughed, attempting a joke to defuse the situation and playfully hit her father on the arm.

He smiled. 'Well, alright, good then. Drive safe.' The men gave each other a short embrace. 'Thank you, Buck. You're a good friend.' She heard her father whisper as they patted each other on the back warmly.

Guilt, shame, neither could begin to describe what she was feeling. She'd need to invent a new word for it.

The walk to the truck was quiet. The only proof of the life altering almost-kiss was the comforting hand he placed on her back, and now held much more meaning than that in which an old friend once had.

The sun disappeared beyond the distant treeline. A big wheatfield separated it from the dirtroad they found themselves driving down. Trees lined its path, their leafy crowns casting a high overhang above them.

Oh, how stunning, but the window would not wind down. Frustrated, she pushed it repeatedly. Her mind was not wrapping around the fact that it just wouldn't work, pure stubbornness egging her on. As she dared not ask Bucky for help. They'd been riding in silence ever since the encounter with her dad–

'You feelin' any better?' He asked, clearing his throat. The anxious avoidance of speaking had created a croak in it.

She had too much on her mind. She was overheating, just wanting some air. 'I'm fine, just a little warm.' The button was taunting her, no matter how hard she pushed it.

'Just– slow down, doll.' Bucky reached over her seat to unlock the door, then pushed the button to lower the window. Oh. . .

Sweet relief, she leaned her head against the frame of the open window. The freshness of nature and its many scents rolled into the truck in waves of pure air, clearing her mind of what it could. But as it mixed and matched with Buckys own, his perfume and masculine musk, rubbed her senses just right. It began working in the opposite effect.

'Thank you.' She spared him a glance, smiling faintly. Immidietly regretting it as she was reminded of how good he looked in the hat.

His hand fell from the door to her knee. It was supposed to be a harmless gesture, one he'd done may times before. 'You're welcome, sweetheart.'

Oh. . But this time, everything slowed, shes sure of it. Flames that should not have sparked inside her were now, in fact, raging. She screwed her eyes shut. Damp breeze, floweres, grass, birds. . . She tried to focus, to think of something else, but– hand, his hand. Moving in slow-motion, squeezing the flesh above her knee. Then, the loss of his touch.

Her eyes shot open, and suddenly, time hastened again– she grabbed his hand and without even thinking, replaced it higher on her thigh. Her eyes widened in realisation, and she felt the cowboys eyes bore into her. God, it's hard to breathe all of a sudden.

'Girl. . .' There laid warning in his tone. They were headed into dangerous territory. Yet without heeding his own warning, his fingers dug into her upper thigh, eyes landing on the pushed up skirt of her dress. He grabbed it between his fingertips and pulled it down, exhaling a big breath as if it took everything in him not to do the opposite.

She shook her head in compressed motions, the feeling of his skin was heavenly. His hand alone, without touching any crucial parts of her, set her aflame. Hesitation still lingering in her body as she fought her thoughts.

The car screeched to a halt, they'd arrived at her house. Fuck, thank, god.

She reached for the door, realising in horror that she still held onto his hand. As she made to shake herself free, he entwined his fingers with hers and sighed, knowing full well why she was in such a rush. 'Hold on now, darlin', slow down.' He met her eyes. 'Let me help you down, at least.'

Breathe, she willed herself, and nodded to him. Waiting impatiently for Bucky to open her door. Her world spinning, the real problem was that it simply wasn't alcohol induced anymore.

The door opened, and he gripped her waist, lifting her out in a swift motion. Her skin– well, everything tingled at his touch. He set her down, on steady feet, and unsteady mind. 'We should talk about this.' He tried, following her as she marched toward her door.

'About what? There's nothing to talk about.'

'Darlin'. . .'

'Stop.' She whipped around to face him. 'Just stop. I'm not your darlin', 'N I'm sure as hell not your sweetheart.' She hissed and continued walking. The words hurt her as much as they must've hurt him. God, the walk to her house felt never ending.

'I just– I care for you sweeth–' He stopped, footsteps no longer sounding behind her. '. . .'N I love your father too. I've known him for most of my life. Feeling this way 'bout ya' doesn't come for free.'

Too? He said "too" didn't he?

She turned around. 'Too?' Her knees felt weak, her mind muddled by conflicting thoughts of her father and the man in front of her. And he was quite a sight, the picture of a cowboy in fact. Putting weight on one leg, he held his belt, and his hat covered his face as he tilted it down in silent brooding. How she imagined all cowboys did.

He sighed. 'Well–' shoulders shrugging. 'What'ya expect, beautiful as you are. Inside 'n out.' He walked up to her. His hand reached for her face. She should back away. She knew she should, but her feet wouldn't move. The backs of his fingers stroked strands of hair from her face, thumb caressing her cheekbone, his touch gentler than any man before him.

He laid his forehead against hers. 'I love y–'

She kissed him. He could not utter those words. Not yet. This was not the time.

Electricity shocked her nervous system. She could feel his hunger as he cupped her face, deeping the kiss. Yet, his needy lips slowed themselves for her sake, her uncertainty.

She pulled free, gasping for breath as she had forgotten it was a necessity and grabbed his hand, leading him to the house. Eyes looking back at him, speaking more than words ever could. It was just the matter of interpreting them.

He stood leaning against her kitchen counter, observing her as she sauntered toward him. Dress billowing around her thighs. Was this really happening?

He reached for her, laying his hands at her waist and taking the fabric of her dress between his fingers, pulling her toward him. 'I really do, you know.'

Her hand reached up to comb through his hair. 'Save it.' She smiled, her other hand sliding over her dress, stopping at her waist where the bow that tied the dress together was. Slowly, as he kept his eyes locked on hers. She pulled on the string, letting it come undone, and her dress fell open.

Bucky made a sound between a gasp and a moan, barely daring to take his eyes from hers. 'I'm at your mercy, sweet girl. Tell me what to do.' He breathed, eager fingers waiting for her approval.

His words were setting butterflies to flight. Her free hand grabbed his, and led it between the fabric of her dress and her body. Laying it atop her breast. 'Touch me.' She whispered.

Shivers, shivers, and goosebumps spread in waves over her chest as his fingers came in contact with her soft flesh.

She advanced, and he obliged her request as his other hand ran down her side, snaking around her back and grabbing her ass to pull her closer against his chest.

'Please. . .' He pleaded. 'I need to feel you.' His hands squeezed her breast, producing a whimper from her lips. 'Taste you.' He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers, lining her bottom lip with his tongue. 'Anything, anything you're willin' to give me.'

Her brows furrow in tortured pleasure. Waves of pressure inside her that had no outlet, nowhere to go except to her core and mind. Her thoughts were mere static at this point, all of them reduced to neurons.

'Take all of me. . . All at once.' She exhaled, the air that they exchanged with one another merged into one unisome breath.

A pained grunt. 'You sure?' He grabbed his hat to remove it.

She grabbed his hand, stopping. 'You better keep that hat on,' she warned, then nodded. 'And, im sure.' She looked into his eyes. 'Now. . . fuck. me.' She demanded.

With that, he grinned and spun her around, pressing her up against the counter. Hips colliding with the countertop in a hard thud, but she did not care. All she wanted was him, and for this short moment when they were together, truly together, her father could be damned.

His hands ran up the side of her thighs, hiking her skirt onto his wrist, and flipped it over her ass. She groaned in pain. 'Can't wait any longer, hurry up.'

'Easy girl. . ' He slowed her as he tugged her pretty lace panties to the side, moaning at the sight of her. 'Stunnin'. . '

Her mind fogged, she disappeared for a moment, not really thinking about what was happening until she heard his belt buckle and then, finally. She felt him.

His hand moved to her hip as the other aligned his tip with her entrance, and without any more thinking and delaying, he pushed inside.

A mix between a whimper and a moan pushed its way out of her lungs. 'Fuck, yes.'

Her hands braced against the countertop, protecting her hipbones against the hard surface as he began thrusting.

But it wasn't enough. 'C'mon cowboy, harder.' A moan and breath combined into one.

His hand slid up her back, unintentionally tickling her the entire way. He grabbed her hair and circled it around his fist, then held her steady as he pushed himself into her even rougher.

'Mmmh. .' She hummed. But she needed more. She'd waited so long for this that she'd be damned if there wouldn't be bruises to remember him by. 'You can do better. . Mhh- fuck.' She moaned, struggling to get her words out as he bent over her, his thrusts reaching even deeper. He leveled his head with hers, and bit into her shoulder. His blissfull muffled moans made right at her ear, and along with them came the hot puffs of breath and the dirty sounds of slapping skin. Everything scratched the nervous center in her brain, just right. 'Yeah. . . Like that, mhm. . Show me how much you, uh-huh. –need me.' She managed, her words stuttering and stumbling.

'Feels so good.' He groaned. 'My darlin' girl.'

She no longer protested. She was his, in every sense of the word. And she loved it

'Yours, just yours.' She breathed.

'Good girl.' He moaned, obviously approving of her recognition.

She could not take much more. '. . 'M close Buck.'

He nodded, his forehead resting against her shoulder. She could barely make out his nodding against her shoulder in response. He must be close, too.

'I need to see ya' girl– wanna see ya'. . . See ya' cum.'

She couldn't answer. She only moaned in approval. But it was enough for him. His swollen member had her walls clenching, sucking and squelching around his member. Pulling him closer and closer to the edge.

He pulled out of her, spun her around, and lifted her by the hips onto the counter. His strength would never, not turn her on. And without missing a beat, slammed back into her again. 'Fuck! Just like that cowboy.' She cried. Their lips meeting in needy, rushed movements as they both approached their climax. Knots tightening, pressure building, and pressure realising.

In blinding hot waves, pleasure coursed through her as her orgasm finally arrived. 'Oh, girl. .' he moaned, sounding close to a whimper as it was uttered against her lips and into her mouth. 'My good, good girl.'

Oh, she wanted to cry. She wanted to cry so badly. But Bucky got there first, as he too came. Tears of joy and pleasure fell down his cheeks as powerful spurts of seed filled her core, and he collapsed to his knees. Throwing his arms around her hips, his head lulled into her lap.

'I love you.' He murmured, kissing her thighs in slow, sloppy kisses. Lovingly holding his arms tightly around her, afraid she'd disappear. He uttered, 'I love you.' Over and over again, between and during his kisses, it did not matter to him. He just needed to say it, and for her to hear it.

She watched him with awe, how could she never have known, or felt– not even seen a glimpse of the man before her, a man that worshipped her in this way. She ran her hands through his hair, scratching his scalp and nape soothingly as she smiled. Heart filled to the brim, for him.

'I love you too, Buck.' She whispered. 'Love you terribly, I think have for a long time, cowboy.'

He looked up at her, his chin resting on her knees as she slumped back against the cabinets, both catching their breaths. 'You'll be the death of me, woman.' Another tear rolled down his cheek, but there was no sorrow. Only proof of powerful stimulation, along with long pent-up feelings and needs.

She jumped off of the counter. 'Need ya' once more, before you head back.'

He grabbed her wrist and kissed his way up her forearm from his place on the floor. 'Yes, ma'am.'

She laid an index finger under his chin, tilting his face upward so their eyes could meet. 'Good. . .' She lifted the hat from his head, and placed it on herself with a smile. '. . .'Cause I still gotta ride ya'.'

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[world-of-aus]

Pairing: Cowboy!Bucky x Nanny!Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I'm honestly still in my cowboy era and have also been wanting to try my hand at making a series so I bring you this little piece! I have it more less planned and hope you all will stick around and enjoy this ride with me! Happy Readings!

The iron gate is warm under his touch, the rising sun low enough in the sky that the iron railing has now begun to cool. He watches his dark-haired boy run around the ‘arena’; lasso gripped tightly in his small hands as he gives the calf chase.  

Bucky chuckles smile pulling at his lips as he calls out to his son, “champ you got to get that rope off the ground if you want to catch ‘im”. The boy all but stops in his track, feet throwin up dirt chocolate eyes locking on his, “the ropes to long daddy, I’m trying!” he pouts.  

Clambering off the rails his feet hit the dirt as he makes his way into the gated ‘arena’ closing the distance between him and his son. He gets down to eye level, pout still adorning his boy’s lips, “you, Uncle Steve, and Sam make this look so easy, I don’t get what I’m doing wrong, I'm doing exactly how I see you do it.” 

“Not doing anything wrong champ, c’mere,” he says pulling his son close. “Put your hand here, and wrap this,” he says adjusting his sons' hands, “right here, make sure it’s tight now, don’t want to lose your grip on it and risk that calf getting away from you now.”  

Grant follows his father’s directions, “alright, now that we got the rope secured let's get it above our heads.” He helps his son get the rope going, “see, you’re getting it, now, I want you to throw it right at that spot over there imagine the calf's just sitting, focus now,” He advises finger pointed to a spot just feet ahead. Bucky watches his son, tongue peeked out of his lips as he concentrates, rope still swinging. It falls quiet for a moment, then the soft thud of rope hitting dirt meets their ears. Grants grin is wide as he snaps his head back to look at his dad, “I did it daddy! I did it!” He mirrors his son’s smile pulling him in for a bone-crushing hug, lips finding the side of his chocolate locks, “knew you could bud, knew you could.” 

“I can’t wait to tell Aunt Tasha about it!” the boy’s excitement grows, “well how about we get a few more rounds of practice in, we still got some time before she gets here.” 

They’re outside in the arena practicing till the sun begins to dip into the west horizon making way for the moon and stars that have begun to decorate the still early night sky. Bucky leads him and his son from the arena, leaving the calf with his mom in the barn before they make their way to the house. Steve’s truck is parked out front, him and Natasha sitting on the porch waiting. 

Grant spots his aunt and uncle first, excitement hardly contained as he drops his dad’s hand bolting to the front porch, his aunt’s name on his lips. Bucky stops by the front of Steve’s truck watching his son, he’s in Natasha’s arms, raving about his day to them, Steve and Natasha hearing him with wonder in their eyes. 

“You’re going to be running circles around the arena in no time bud, put all of us to shame, especially your dad” Steve teases meeting his eyes. 

Bucky laughs, “The day he puts me to shame in the arena will be the greatest day of my life, means I taught him well.’ 

“While we can’t wait for the day he puts ALL OF YOU to shame, I’d like to enjoy my little man while I can, right champ?” Natasha grins hoisting the boy higher on her hip. Grant is taken with his aunt hands curling around her neck as he squeezes her there cheeks mushing together. 

There’s an ache in Bucky’s chest as he watches the scene before him, like the many restless nights he has he can’t help but to think in this moment what he could have done differently, what he could have said to make her stay. He’s her carbon copy, he hates it. She doesn’t deserve to have any piece of him, not after she just up and left without so much as a word. Bucky still recalls the urgent call from the daycare asking if anyone would be coming for Grant. He hadn’t been able to get ahold of her since that day, not that he’s tried much since Grant’s 3rd birthday. 

“Buck - hey pal everything good, you sure you still wanna meet Sam at thirsty barrel?” 

The brunette is pulled from his reverie, eyes falling on his best friend who has since approached him, he shakes his head, “yeah - yeah pal sorry just thinking.” He looks over Steve’s shoulder, Natasha and Grant waving at him, he waves back, “have fun you guys, me and little man are gonna have some fun of our own, isn’t that right!” 

“Make sure he’s in bed by 9, 10 the latest.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever dad, get out of here!” Natasha replies waving them off. 

Steve and Bucky chuckle making sure Natasha and Grant get inside the house before they clamber into Steve’s truck. 

“You sure you feeling up for tonight?” Steve questions him as he turns the key in the ignition. Bucky watches the house, getting a glimpse of Grant through the window, “I’m sure, my thoughts just got the best of me but I'll be fine.” Steve puts the truck into drive, “she’s not worth it Buck, the day she decided to leave, cut all contact with you, with grant that’s the day she stopped being of any importance.” 

“Yeah,” he murmurs eyes drifting out the window as Steve backs out of the ranch, “it’s just I wonder if I had done things differently if she would still be here.” 

“You gave her your all Buck; I don’t think there’s anything more you could have given her to make her stay.” 

And though Bucky knows Steve is right, his words don’t sting any less. 

The thirsty barrel was in full swing, the bar packed to the brim. Bucky, Steve and Sam had managed to snag the last remaining booth, drinks being run to their table as they talked business. 

“So you find anyone to watch little man when we hit the road at the end of the month?” Sam questioned over his drink. 

Bucky sighed, he had forgotten, he had been so busy with Grant, with the ranch that he had forgot to look into a caretaker for his son. Another thing he would have to add to his to do list for tomorrow. He shakes his head taking a sip of his beer, “not yet, been looking around but I haven't settled on anyone yet.” 

Sam tsks, “We have two weeks before we’re needing to head out on the road Buck, and little man can’t come with us because of school.” Bucky places his drink down running a hand over his bearded scruff, “you don’t think I know that Sam, I'm trying, just haven’t had luck, can’t just trust anyone with him either, I need to know he’s going to be safe, cared for.” 

“I can ask Natasha to skip this trip Buck, I’m sure it won’t be a problem, she loves spending time with grant.”  

Bucky shakes his head at Steve, “absolutely not pal, I know how much Natasha is looking forward to seeing you ride, I can’t ask that of you or her – I'll find someone – I will.” 

A damper has been placed on Bucky’s mood despite the change in subject, and he’s quiet for most of the night tuning in here and there when Steve or Sam directs something at him. He’s there, but not really, his mind drifting to the thought of his son. If Sam or Steve notice his absence, they don’t mention it, nor do they push him to converse, they know how hard it's been for him since she left, and they try to do all they can to help him. 

They’re not at the bar long, Sam being the first one to throw in the towel, Steve seconding the notion, Bucky doesn’t argue as they pay the tab, each leaving a tip for their waitress. The trio say their goodbyes outside of the bar, Sam promising to stop by the ranch tomorrow to see grant, get some riding time in with the boy, Steve jumps in to join as well. “Can use all the practice, only got two weeks left,” he chuckles. 

Bucky and Steve see Sam off before they get inside the truck, it's quiet most of the ride home, Bucky appreciates Steve for giving him this. It’s only until they’re pulling into the ranch 30 minutes later that he does decide to speak up. 

“I’ll help you find someone for Grant,” he says putting the truck in park, eyes meeting his friends, “make sure that it’s someone we can trust, the closest to family that we can get.” 

Bucky nods, the fear of that not being possible choking him, Steve reaches a hand out laying it on his shoulder, squeezing, “I promise pal, we’ll find you someone, we’ve got two weeks.” 

Two weeks. 

Two weeks. 

Bucky’s nodding again, “I appreciate you pal, listen I'll go get Natasha for you, know you two have quite the drive, don’t want it getting late for you.” 

Steve gives him his thanks watching him get off the truck, make his way up the steps and to the front door. Bucky disappears inside, returning a few minutes later with Natasha. Steve watches the two exchange a few words before she’s pulling Bucky into a tight embrace more words shared. The two pull away and Bucky watches her as she gets into the truck safely.  

They all wave one final time at each other before Bucky heads back inside, the lights of his home flickering off one at a time. Steve waits till the last light has been turned off before he’s putting the truck back in drive, making his way out of the ranch. 

“How was he?” Natasha questions finding Steve’s hand. 

“He’s not doing good,” Steve answers, “he’s worried about leaving Grant at the end of the month.” 

“I can stay, you know I don’t mind, I can watch you ride anytime.” 

Steve looks over to her, “he already said no, you know he isn't going to go back on his word,” his eyes flick back to the road, “we just need to find someone he can trust; we need family.” 

It goes quiet in the cab of the truck for a moment, Natasha speaks up a few minutes later, “I might have someone, she’s a family friend, I could have her come meet us at the ranch tomorrow.” Steve gives her a questioning look, the redhead rolls her eyes, “Bucky doesn’t keep anything from me where Grant is involved, it’ll be perfect everyone can meet her, see how she fits in.” 

Steve agrees, and he can’t help but hope this works out, he didn’t want to see his friend hurting anymore, and he hoped with help that he might be the Bucky he was before her. 

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[georgiapeach30513]

Don’t know if this is your thing @theinheriteddutchess but…

#AI!Sebastian #cowboy AU #cowboy!bucky

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Big Sky Eyes*

Chapter Thirteen

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Pairing: Cowboy!Bucky Barnes x Disabled!OFC Maybe Cole

A/N: Thank you @pansexual-maniac for the coffee request! Sorry it took all month to get to!

Warnings: smut, angst, violence

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[buckgasms]

PLZ DO A BREEDING KINK FOR COWBOY!BUCKY IM BEGGING AT THIS POINT (also speaking of begging, add that in too since we at it hehe) 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Brace yourself darlings, because things are about to get 💦dirty💦 and we're all gonna need to go pray very hard for our souls when this is over.

Thank you Nonnie for this encouragement and for all of you really for being the best pals a girl could ask for 😍

Ok let's ride.....

Warnings: breeding kink, bondage, p in v, blowies, slight choking, slight spanking, dirty talking cowboy....

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During the hot summer Bucky asked you to spend a few weeks with him at his Ranch to help him out. You were a little skeptical because despite his endless guidance, you weren't very good at the whole farm work thing.

As it turned out, he wanted you to help manage the extra workers, do some paperwork and some of the smaller farm jobs that you quite liked. Nights however were where his true intentions came to light. He spent many sweaty hours fucking you into the mattress, testing out different rope ties on you and generally making sure you would never walk straight again.

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One afternoon you were walking around the ranch, looking for Bucky when you headed into a big barn where you found him throwing bales of hay into a stack, his shirt off and muscles straining with the work. You totally forgot why you were looking for him and took a seat on a bale and watched him while he worked.

He smirked when he saw you take a seat and threw one more bale before moving over towards you, stopping right between your legs and tilting your head up to look at him. "Whatcha doin darlin?" You shook your head and shrugged, "I have no idea... Lost my train of thought just now..." You both chuckled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and you traced your fingers over his sweaty chest. "You got much more to do in here?" You asked and he nodded towards another pile, but behind it, something caught your eye.

"What the heck is that?" You hopped up and headed over to what looked like a large metal pillory and he chuckled, joining you by the medieval looking contraption. "It's a breeding stock. You put a heifer in there and the bull comes in and breeds her. It's very old fashioned baby, I don't use that stuff but it's a little bit of history I guess..."

He watched as your fingers trialed over the metal work and you bent over prodding your head through the hole. It was possible Bucky blacked out for a moment, seeing you in such a position and a very filthy thought filled his head. "Hmmm interesting stuff? Ok well if I remember I'll come back, otherwise I'll see you later" and with that you pressed a kiss to his cheek and left the barn.

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That evening you were sitting in Bucky's lap on a rocking chair on the porch. The air was cool and refreshing after a hot day and his lips pressed absent-mindedly on your smooth shoulder as you watched fireflies in the distance.

"You wanna go upstairs?" You muttered, reaching your hand back to stroke his hair, head turning to kiss him sweetly. He hummed and rocked the chair a little more. "I got something else in mind... If you want it?" Your eyebrows raised and your thighs squeezed together, "I think I could be persuaded, cowboy" you whispered and he pressed a few more kisses to your skin before nudging you to stand.

He took your hand and walked you towards the barn you sat in earlier that day and he led you inside where you were met with the stock contraption you'd thought about all day long. He pulled the straps of your sundress down your arms and pulled until your dress pooled around your feet on the floor. He waited for you for a moment, wrapping his arms around your tummy, sucking marks on your neck as you contemplated the game before you.

You shimmed out of your panties and walked forward, bringing him with you and he couldn't help the growl that escaped his lips. "You gonna breed me Bucky?" You whispered, your voice shaking with excitement as you gripped the metal in front of you. "You want that baby?" He asked you pressing his denim clad cock against your bare ass and you nodded, making him tut, "out loud darling, you know the rules..." You leaned back against him with a whine. "Please Bucky, breed me."

He helped you settle into the metal bars, your stomach supported, legs and arms spread apart, your whole body on display for him, you aching heat the sole focus of his vision. For good measure, he secured your ankles with his favourite rope, kissing your limbs as he did so. "So beautiful baby, gonna fill that pretty cunt up to the brim" as he spoke his hands glided over your skin and he sunk a thumb into your dripping hole, making you whine.

"Beg me baby...beg me to fill you up" was all his said and he walked around to look at you, your face flushed from his minimal attention and eyes locked on his cock, which he had freed from his jeans. "Please Bucky, please.... Fill me up... Wanna be full of your come... Please? I'm good... Been good for you... Please?" He ran his fingers through your pretty locks and pressed his crotch into your face, where you instinctively started licking and sucking at his balls and cock making him groan. "Ooooh you are a good girl. My dirty little girl." He let you carry on for a while, knowing this would only make you wetter and more desperate for him when the time came for him to fuck you senseless. He pulled you off him with a pop and let your head fall forward, as he walked back around to take his place. "I promise you one thing baby, I ain't gonna stop until that pussy is puffy and full ok?" His fingers spread your pussy lips apart and then he sunk into you, the sound of your arousal filling the air, followed closely by the sound of him pounding away at you. He kept one hand possessively on your back while he gripped the metal bar for more purchase. His groans mixed with your cries and you could only lie there and take all he was giving you.

You babbled his name, for God, for more, over and over until you lost track of how long you'd been there. He fucked through your own orgasm, chasing his own and filling you with his first load. He landed some slaps on your ass making you gasp and he soothed it quickly after. He came back around to the front and wiped away tears and drool from your face before kissing you hard, taking any breath you might have had away.

"Buckkyyy" you whined and he kissed you again. "I know darling, doing so well for me. God you're gonna look so pretty when I getcha knocked up huh? But we gotta put the work in now right?" You could only nod as he reached through the bars and squeezed at your breasts as they hung low and unsupported. They were extra sensitive, so when he tweaked and flicked at your nipples you writhed and squealed as the feeling shot straight to your core.

"Such a little whore ain't ya? I bet I could leave you here until tomorrow night for all the boys to have a go and you'd love it wouldn't ya? Wouldn't know who fucked ya, but you wouldn't care, long as you got some cock in those perfect holes?"

You whined and he sank two fingers into your mouth and gagged you on them, you choked and shook your head. "No? Only want me huh?" You nodded as he kept choking you until he pulled his fingers out and rubbed his wet hand over your face. "Well good, cos no one is fucking that pussy 'cept me"

He stood up again, pride and lust coursing through his veins. "Let's put that mouth to better use baby...."

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True to his word, your pussy was full to the brim and puffy when he was finished. No part of your body had escaped his handiwork. Your skin was littered with hickeys and bruises from kisses. Your muscles twitched and your joints ached from pulling on ropes. But you were floating like a cloud, every touch was like a kiss and his voice rumbled through you like distant thunder.

You felt the ropes drop from your ankles and his strong arms wrap around your tummy before you were lifted off the device and into his arms. He sat on a hay bale and wrapped you up in his arms. You lulled on his shoulder for a moment before you locked eyes with him and smiled at each other. "There's my good girl, Jesus baby you did so well, a prize heifer if I ever saw one." You giggled and swatted your hand at his arm, but missed in your wobbly state. He took it in his own hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing each finger in turn before turning to press more kisses to your cheeks and finally your lips.

"I'm not a heifer" you pouted and he laughed before apologising with a perfect kiss. "Oh and I want the day off tomorrow" you sighed closing your eyes and leaning your head on his shoulder. "Fine by me darling. You're gonna have to get used to taking it easy now, besides we have to do this allll again tomorrow!"

This time you did manage to land a swat on his arm and be chuckled as he carried you back to the house, filling your mind with what the future might hold for you both as well as promises of kisses, cuddles and a nice breakfast in the morning.

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[peteyprecious616]

Then there were two

Cowboy!Bucky x reader

A/N: just another cowboy Bucky blurb I had. Pretty short and not proof read but I thought this was a cute little look at Cowboy Bucky's family and their shenanigans (just fluff basically)

Links to my other cowboy blurbs that go along with this: Darlin' and Smooth Criminal

“Darlin, We don’t need another horse,” He reasoned with you. But as his daughter stood behind your leg, peeking her head around to show her tears. It made him freeze. 

He built a wooden horse for her when she was young, she barely left it. As he came home from patrolling the land, he would see her through the old screen door, rocking back and forth with laughter as she watched you make dinner. She was in love with horses.

Becca always joined you and Bucky in the morning for daily chores. She would wake up smiling, reaching for you as you carried her to feed the horse before Bucky went to work.  

She sent her dad off every morning on his horse. You always carefully lifted her into Bucky’s arms, letting her sit on the saddle as she loved to run her tiny fingers through the horse’s mane. The horse would snort and sigh as she giggled. You would have to pry her off as you watched Bucky go off into town, her face molded into a frown, as you held her hand walking her back inside before starting the chores. It was a routine that became sacred to her. 

She worried about the horse, always asking Bucky, half asleep, waiting up for him to get home from work, wanting to walk out to the stables to pet it, and give it a snack for all its hard work. 

So when you casually mentioned to Bucky that you heard from Wanda, your neighbor, had to give up her horse, your daughter almost broke the windows from her squeals of joy. 

“Mama, please, please please! Winter needs a friend, he gets cold out there all alone.” She sniffled. Wanda snickered at how your daughter knew how to negotiate, your stern face turned scared at the flick of a switch. You just couldn’t say no to her. 

You knew Bucky couldn’t either. 

“Buck, come on, we’ve been talking about this on and off for a while now.” You prodded, almost pleaded. You look at Bucky’s steely face, he can’t hold it for long as his eyes meet Becca’s face. Her cheeks reddened by her tears, it wasn’t long before he rubbed his forehead with his calloused hand. He knew he was beat. 

“Please dad?” Becca walked over slowly to her father, wrapping her arms around his leg, looking up at him with a small little smile. 

You hide the giggle in your throat but smile as you walk towards the struggling man, wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek, whispering to his skin, “please buck.”  

You ended up with three horses by the end of summer, a new wooden one, Winter and now Summer, which Bucky let you and Becca name before training it to be brought to work.

Winter didn’t like the competition, but enjoyed the extra apple you packed for him as they left for work each morning. 

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[pinkiebieberpie]

social media au: farmer!bucky x reader

this is more farmer/cowboy bucky x reader, they are in a relationship 🤎 this one is short, but i like it! enjoy! feedback and reblogs are appreciated!!

bbarnes

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days like this 🐴🍅

yourusername: sometimes i think he loves horses more than me :(

bbarnes: @ yourusername that's not true, baby

yourusername

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happy anniversary to my better half! i love you more than anything, buck 🤎 @ bbarnes

steverog: they are adorable

bbarnes: ❤️❤️❤️

bbarnes

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everything is better with you, my angel 💓 i'm so happy to have you in my life, happy 3 years together @ yourusername

nat_asha: 🥹🥹

yourusername: love you ❤️

samwilson: i want what they have

samwilson: and i'm not talking about their horses

samwilson: i have my own horses

yourusername

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my new friend!!

wanda_m: you are so cute!!

bbarnes: my girlfriend really is an angel, look at her

thorpartyboy: omg a goat

bbarnes

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📸: @ yourusername

steverog: okay, cowboy

yourusername: oh, damn 🔥🔥

yourusername: baby

samwilson: @ yourusername ride him like you ride your horses

yourusername: @ samwilson WHAT

bbarnes: @ samwilson she will

social media au masterlist

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[gaysindistress]

Crooked teeth - outlaw!Bucky x reader

🚩As all of these will be dark/horror mood boards & blurbs, it goes without saying that there will be dark and/or horror themes. I will add specific warnings if there is anything that may be especially triggering however please keep in mind that dark and/or horror themes will be present regardless.🚩

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest.

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Run.

Don’t look back.

Run.

Don’t look back.

Run and don’t look back no matter what he shouts at me.

Run and don’t look back no matter how many bullets whiz past me.

Run and don’t look back no matter how much my lover screams for me to stop as my husband drags him behind his horse.

It was dangerous, being married to the infamous James “Wild Bucky” Barnes but even more so when I started my affair. I hadn’t planned on straying from my marriage but James…he is not a kind person.

He’d be gone for weeks on end, leaving me alone in the small cabin he’d built just before we married. I’d be left to tend to the animals and the land by myself but of course, it was never right when he did come home. There was always something wrong with the way I planted our crops or the way I’d moved the cows. It was always something but the sweet man who’d stumbled onto our doorstep never saw anything wrong.

Steve had all but collapsed on the front steps one night after James had left. I didn’t care to ask what had happened to him, I was just happy to have someone around to keep me company and to care for. He truly only needed to stay with me for a few days, just enough time to get back on his feet after having the shit beat out of him. Those few days turned into a week and then the week turned into a month and his stay kept extending the longer James stayed away.

It had been the longest James had been gone but I had Steve. Sweet, loving and kind Steve to keep me and my cold bed company.

That was until James did come home and found us bathing in the stream near by. He’d dragged my lover out of the water by his hair and beat him as his men held me back. I cried and screamed for him to stop but he refused to listen, to even acknowledge me.

When he was finished and both of them were covered in blood, James stalked towards me with a disgusted look on his face. His men dropped me and James crouched down in front of me as he said, “Now why’d you have to go and do that, my darling?”

I stared back and spat at him. He chuckled as he wiped a hand down his face.

“I wish I was a trust man, my darling, but we both know a trusting man is weak,” he said more to himself than me as he stood. Still not done with his torture, James pulled a rope from his saddle and loped it around Steve’s neck.

“James,” I started but one look from him shut me up.

Going back to his task, he yankee on the knot he’d tied to his saddle and mounted his horse. He looked down at me and smiled.

“Run, darling.”

And I did.

I ran.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #halloween #halloweek #outlaw #cowboy #cowboy!bucky #cowboy Bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel #moodboard

[worldofausupdates]

Surprise, surprise I'm still in my cowboy!bucky Era 🤭

Single dad with his heart locked in chains to protect not only himself but his son, and a nanny with a heart of gold just looking for a fresh start.

This will be a series, prologue out soon!

Chapters TBD

#cowboy!au #cowboy!bucky #singledad!bucky

[picassho-18]

Can I be added to your wanted list?

damn you coming for the years old fic homie

but alas it is already finished! here are all the links for the chapters, thanks for reminding me of this bomb ass series i totally forgot about haha

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

#bucky barnes #x reader #cowboy!bucky #kate talks

[grugruel]

Save a Horse

Pairings: cowboy!bucky x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: Its girls night out, but when you see a handsome cowboy, you have no other option than to take him for a ride.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: fluff, Pet names (girl, ma'am, doll, sugar (once), darling), slight praise, body worship, cowgirl, pinv sex, southern Bucky, cockwarming, creampie, sundress kink.

AN: I lied, I was so excited to write cowboy!bucky so I posted it first.

The sounds of heels hitting pavement surrounded me as I held the door to the bar open, letting my girls pass me. We were out for our typical ladies night.

We sound like a gaggle of hens as we enter, giggling and gossiping as were already a bit drunk from dinner. The sound of music and crowded voices fill the gloomy, yet cozy lit bar.

Our group steps up to the counter, placing our orders when one of the girls nudges me, 'Honey, be descreet ok? That stud over there.' She says quietly, nodding her head to the right of us, 'Hes totally checking you out.'

I furrow my brows, doubting her words and all girls turn their heads at the same time, checking out this supposed stud.

And boy, was she right.

Sat by his lonesome, brooding and hunched over his drink, his gaze was observing me from under his hat. When he notices us all staring he chuckles and smirks, nodding to the empty seat next to him. The girls whisper to me in various terms of encouragement and surprise like 'Holy shit!' And 'Go get him, girl.'

I shake my head and laugh, mouthing "Later" to him. 'Lets just get a table.' I tell the girls with a bright smile.

The night goes on, but unable to keep my eyes to myself. They drift toward the handsome cowboy by the bar and more often than not, I find him already looking.

'Girl, if you dont want him, we'll take him.' They say, all agreeing with the statement.

I look at them with round eyes 'Oh my god, fine.' I snicker.

'Hurry!' They shout as I stand up.

'Im going, im going!' I assure them, and make my way to the bar. I look behind me, to find the girls giving me thumbs up and waving their hands in shooing motions.

I hear a low whistle coming from the pool table nearby, and turn to see a man looking at me up and down. Staring at my bare legs and slightly seathrough dress, it was the middle of summer after all.

I wink at him in good spirits as I turn back and saunter toward the bar, sidling up to the handsome cowboy. He observes his whiskey glas and says 'I was startin' to think you'd never come.' A charming smile on his lips.

I sat down, 'You doubtin' your abilities?'

He shook his head and met my eyes, 'No, ma'am. I just dont like being presumtious.'

'Confident, not boastful. I like that.' I told him truthfully.

'I was hopin' so.' He said, that charming smile making its way back to his lips, 'You seem to be a popular girl.' Eyeing the man who whistled at you.

I wave the bartender down, 'That bother you?' I ask, and give the bartender my order.

The cowboys eyes drift over my body, admiring what he sees. Nothing the way my leg is poking out of the slit in my sundress. 'No ma'am.' He jerks his head, then says under his breath, 'I can see why.' And smiles to himself.

'What was that?' I asked, the sound of a crowded bar dulling my hearing.

He points at the bartender, 'Told him to put it on my tab.' He lazily excuses. The bartenders nods hesitantly, looking at me for confirmation.

I hummed in agreeing, a smile tugging on my lips, 'I can pay for myself y'know.'

'I never doubted.' He said with a genuine smile, 'Please, let me be a gentleman miss.'

I put my hads up, 'Well, alright.'

He tipped his hat to me in gratitude. I observed his features as he did the same, 'You never told me your name.' I tilted my head to the side, looking deeply into his eyes as if I could tell the name from the hue of blue alone.

'My real names James, but they call me Buck out here.' a gleam of mischief appearing in his eyes. Making me eager to know why, I already had a few guesses. 'And yours, miss. . .?'

I shook my head, looking at him through my lashes in challenge 'Now, that. . . You'll have to earn.'

He nodded and pursed his lips, my answer seemed to humour him, 'Thats a challenge im willin' to accept.' He told me.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, sipping our drinks. The tension hung in the air around us, and so did the origin of his name, acuriosity eventually got the better of me.

'So, why do they call you Buck anyway. If I may ask that is.'

He laid one arm on the bar, holding his glass and leaning against it for support 'You may guess, I'll tell you if its right. Scouts honor..' He answered, his voice cheeky.

I rolled my eyes, but a smile threatened my lips, 'S'pouse thats fair.' I studied him, his clothes were well worn, nicely fitted but roughed up and dirty. 'Farmer maybe-' I began and he was about to cut in, to answer for me, but I stopped him, 'Hold on, thats not my final guess.'

I reached for his hands, opening them to look at their state. Big and calloused, 'Hard worker, it seems. Your hands are at the very least.' I pointed out and met his eyes, looking at him through my lashes.

'Thats a promise darlin'.' He said earnestly, but with a hint mischief in his tone. And supposedly nothing ulterior behind his words. I took his chin between my fingers, moving his head so I could get a good look at his face. A few scrapes, same with his hat.

'Can I look at your hat?' I asked, and he obliged, taking it off of him.

He leaned forward, his eyes ruefull 'You can try it on if you want.' He said in a low voice, ment for my ears only.

'Is that right?' I teased, pleased expression on on face.

'I think it'd suit you.' He told me, shrugging.

'Could you roll your sleeves up for me?' I asked him, ignoring the latter. Nothing ulteiror behind my words either, supposedly.

But man, as he rolled them up and I saw those strong veiny arms? Something definitley set aflame inside me. But I also noticed a big bruise under his forearm, leading up to his elbow, as if he'd fallen on it.

'It wouldnt be my first time wearin' a cowboys hat, boy. Not my first rodeo either.' I said. A smile spreading across his face as he nodded, approvingly. 'Speaking of, you do rodeo dont you?'

'Yes, ma'am.' He said, impressed by my deduction.

'You strong in the saddle, that why they call you Buck?'

'I stay on, most of the time.' He admitted.

I hummed, 'Theres something more to it though, isnt there?' I asked, and he nodded. 'You got a reputiation for bucking cowgirls out of the saddle?' I joked.

He laughs, but doesnt deny it.

The bartender cuts in, 'Indeed, he does.' And winks at me, I return a flattered smile. He leans toward me, resning his forearms on the counter 'Next drink 's on the house, little lady.' He whispered, a flirtatious smile on his lips.

'Why, thank you.' I said politley, ignoring the bad flirting.

The cowboy looked between the two of you, chuckled, then settled his gaze on the bartender.

'Careful there Chief, I already had my eyes on this one.' He said and nodded his head in my direction.

The bartender, whos aparent name is Chief, smiled at Buck, 'Yeah well, you cant have em' all.' Chief said in a gruff voice and gave me a quick look, smiling confidently. When he looked back, the cowboy had raised his eyebrows in question, wordlessly comunicating something along the lines of "You sure you wanna do this?"

The bartender licked his lips, thoughts of regret circling his head.

'Boys, boys. . .' I tried, a bad attempt at calming them.

The bartender closed the distance between him and Buck in long pompous strides, leaning over the bar slowly, settled his head next to him in a calm and collected motion, then kept his voice low but hasty 'C'mon Buck, you can get any girl you want. Let me have this one, please.' He begged, his voice betraying him as its high-pitched nature shone through.

His bad attempt at a whisper made me giggle, and earned me a smirk from Buck.

'I believe that fine lady over there can hear just fine, bud.' He whispered back, making the bartender look at me in horror. Quickly rebuilding the facade of confidence over his face and the flirtatious smile to go with it. However, nervousity was making it crack. 'Besides.' Buck continued, 'Nothing says she'll chose either of us.'

I looked between the men, it was an obvious choice. 'Reputation or not, I'll accept that challenge.'

He met my eyes with a grin, grabbing the top of his hat and placed it on my head. He pulled my hair back from my face and laid it behind my shoulder so he could see my face better. I could hear chearing from our left, we both looked and saw the girls whooping and clapping.

The bartender backed off in defeat, but a smile clad his face.

'So you were a scout?' I teased, a humored expression on my face.

'Yes, ma'am.' He nodded, forgetting he didnt have his hat to tip. So I did it for him.

I laid my hand on the nape of his neck, burrying my hand in his hair, 'So, how about it cowboy. Wanna take me for a ride?'

He smiled and bit his lip, 'I thought you'd never ask.'

He took my hand and led me to his car in a hurry, we ran through the dim, rainy night and next thing I know im sitting on top of him in the backseat of his truck.

I kiss him fiercly, eager to taste him. Hes trying to slow me down, but im aching for more him. 'Girl.' He says, trying to grab my attention as I kiss his jaw. And when I dont stop, he cups my face and pushes me backward so that he can get a look at me, 'Slow down.' He whispers, stroking a strand of hair behind my ear as he studies my face. 'Theres no hurry. I want all of ya', not a second.' He says and smiles.

I wasnt used to this, I had one-night stands before for sure. But they we're always in a hurry, using me for my body and nothing else. Bucks comment made me blush, suddenly shy. I had to turn my face the other way as I realised that he was actually paying attention to me, and not just chasing his own pleasures. 'Sorry.' I said under my breath.

'No need to apologize girl.' He assured, hand reaching for my chin. Gently taking it between his fingers and turning my head to face him.

'Youre a real gentleman, arent you?' My smile was faint, as I thought about previous encounters. Memories making me appreciate his soft touch.

'I try.' He grins, not in an egotistical way, but rather proudly. 'Thats how I was raised.' He nodded, stroking a line over my lips with his thumb, 'Just, beautiful. . .' He mumbles, as his eyes follow his thumb, observing the movement of my lips.

'They did one hell of a job.' I say, kissing his cheek.

'They'd appreciate that, I was one hell of a gangster growing up.' He chuckled as his hands fell to my shoulders, and continued sliding down my arms, taking both straps of my dress with him.

'A gangster with manners, who treat women right.' I pointed out, a sigh leaving me as his touch aling with the cool air prickled my skin.

'Well.' He paused, his eyes flickering over my exposed skin as he squeezed his way down my arm in massaging motions. 'I would be nothing without the women in my life.' He says, kissing my shoulder 'Men would be nothing without women, to put it simply.'

His words caused me to bite my lip, a pulse settling deep in my uterus. I lean into him, unbuttoning his shirt and slide my hands underneath. Feeling his warm skin and strong muscles under my fingertips. His shirt catches on my wrists and I slide it off of his shoulders, then drape my arms around him and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. 'Just when I thought you couldnt turn me on more.' I whisper and kiss him gently.

He grunts appreciatively, 'Oh how you'll take those words back when youre screamin' my name sugar.' He says and kisses his way along my neck. Stirring the butterflies in my stumache.

I kiss along his jaw as his lips reach my cheekbone and eventually we meet lip to lip, ghosting eachother as he leans his forehead against mine. 'You're perfect doll.' He says under his breath, his air alone tasting divine. I blush and close the final distance between us, kissing his lips.

Heat builds within us as our movements grow hungry. His hands roam my body, rubbing my thighs and grabbing my waist. 'Can I look at ya'?' He asks, desperation in his voice. Whimpering almost, but not quite.

'Mhmm.' I hum, and slide the straps down my arms. The dress falls down my torso and bunches at my hips. A sharp intake of breath comes from him as his eyes study me, the curve of my breasts, waist, and everything else. This time, however, I dont turn shy. Because I know that there is nothing but admiration behind his gaze, his eyes basically turning heart-shaped.

'May I?' He looks at me, pleading, begging.

'Yes, please.' I Whimper.

And in the flash of a second, hes on me. Hunching down to take my breasts into his mouth, hungerly sucking. I moan, my breaths heavy as the smacking and slurping sound of his mouth on my flesh symphonises. The windows begin fogging up, clouding the view of the parking lot, hiding our identities but showing our intentions.

His hands slide over my thighs and under my dress, toying with the hem of my panties. Pulling on them and then letting go, making them snap back and sting my skin. I yelp from the sudden sensation, he let's out a muffled laugh against my skin. I bite my lip and burry my hands in his hair to gently pull at my pleasure.

His hands move under my panties, holding my hips in place. I grind down on his lap and immidietly, my core touches his erection. We both freeze, he let's go of my breasts and pull back to look at me. Our eyes meet, gazes flickering between eachothers eyes in silent communication. Eventually, we both agree.

Under the sound of rain hitting the truck, we clash together in a feverish kiss as I unbuckle his belt and zipp down his jeans, he rips my panties apart and pulls his member out. Our movements are hasty and filled with want, needing the other so incredibly bad. I sit up as Buck lines himself up with my entrance, we lock eyes and I slide down onto him, his size filling me perfectly.

We gasp in unisome as the sensation sinks in, smiles chasing our lips.

I start moving and he grips my hips to help my movements. Soon, we have set a needy rhythm, both chasing our highs. He leans back to take in the sight, my breasts bouncing along with the rest of my body. I move my hands to take his hat off, but he shakes his head. 'That hat shows your mine, girl.' He says between the smacking of our skin, luring a smile onto my lips, 'And Id like to keep it that way.' Panting, a grin spreading over his face.

My knees grow weak as pressure builds within me and my movements grow irregular, a whimper manifesting in my throat. Buck circles his arms around me, pulling me close to him and suspends me above his lap as he begins thrusting into me roughly. 'I got ya', such a good girl.' He whispers, doing the all the work for me.

My stumache flitters from his words, 'Fuck.' I moan, 'Just like that, Buck.' My breathing becomes ragged as his strong arms hold me.

I rest my head on his shoulder, his thrusts rocking my body entire body. My gaze drifts to the condensation on the windows, observing how the water droplets bunch and grow bigger as they slide down the glas. My vision blurring, 'Im close, Buck.' I whisper, 'Fuck me.'

He lets out a breathy chuckle, 'Thats what I've been doin'.' I adjust my hips, so that I can grind my clit against his abdomen. I shut my eyes hard as I'm tipping over the edge.

'Let me hear you doll.' He moans.

I moan a string of curses, screaming his name as I topple over the edge. He's thrusts falter and he grunts as his own orgasm arrives right after mine. He comes deep inside of me and let's up on his hold around me. He moves his hand to my back, gently massaging circles while the other stokes hair from my sweaty forhead. I slide down onto his lap, member still inside me as we exchange exhausted breaths.

Suddnely-

A knock sounds on one of the windows, startling me terribly. I yelp, 'Holy shit!' pushing myself closer to Bucks chest in an attempt to cover some of my naked body.

'Sorry!' The man said, 'Didnt mean to scare ya' lady.' hastily turning his face away, profile cloudy through the window. He cleared his throat and continued, 'It's getting rowdy in there Buck, I could really use some backup.' His voice reminding me of the bartender.

'Fuck. . .' Buck sighs, 'I'll be right there chief.' And the bartender leaves. Hastily, but not rushing, he helps me dress, pulling up my dress straps and reaching into the passenger seat for his worker-jacket to wrap around my shoulders.

I smile, 'Thank you.' And pull my arms through the sleeves, 'You really don't have though.'

His eyebrows furrow, 'Of course I do.' He says matter of factly, sounding very confused.

'But you'll need your jacket.' I protest.

He grins, 'So? You'll be returnin' it tomorrow.' He grabs my waist and lifts me off of him, the sound of his member sliding out of me making a sick suctioning sound and he tucks himself away.

I tilt my head in question, my turn to be confused. 'Tomorrow?' I ask, as he opens the truck door and steps out, holding his hand out for me to take and looking at me expectantly. I give him a slanted smile, his kindness making me feel undeserving, I forget his earlier statement. I slide my hand into his and shake my head, almost in disbelief. 'You're too kind.'

'I'm not, and you'll learn that you're worth it.' He says, meeting my eyes and shutting the door behind me. I blush, and look away. But he grabs my face and turns me to face him, he smiles and strokes my cheek with his thumb. 'I was hoping you'd stay over, I'll take my jacket tomorrow when it's warmer.'

Warmth spreads inside me, partly because of Bucks seed still in me. I clamp my walls shut to avoid it leaking out while I'm standing. 'I'd love to cowboy, but I gotta tell my friends, and use the bathroom. . .'

He raises an eyebrow in confusion, then it hits him, 'Oh right.' He chuckles, grabbig his hat to ruffle my hair with it. 'Yes ma'am, of course.' He says and kisses my temple, then laces his fingers together with mine and lead me back towards the bar.

'Hey.' He says, stopping in his tracks 'Have I earned your name yet?' He gently yanks me back, snaking his arms around me.

'I'd say so.' I chuckle, standing on my tiptoes and leaning closer, whispering my name into his ear. Then stand back.

Buck grins, 'Just as beautiful as the rest of ya' he says, and pulls me into a kiss.

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[kayvsdoodles]

day 3: wanted poster || he's a ghost story

#had a stressful day so as a GIFT to MYSELF: a fun arm <3 #bucky barnes #yeehawgust #there was going to be a wanted amount but trying to write numbers semi-neatly made my headache come back mfdghdfjhg #ALSO HE DIDNT WANT A COWBOY HAT???????? i tried but he would not accept </3

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Big Sky Eyes

Chapter Twelve

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Pairing: Cowboy!Bucky Barnes x Disabled!OFC Maybe Cole

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Warnings: Language, Rumlow's mouth, angst

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[buckgasms]

You need to start that Cowboy fic soooo bad 😭🥵🙏 i didn't know i need this so bad in my life !!

Omg same!! Well ask and you shall receive baby angel ❤️

I'm so in love with this man I can't even cope! Feel free to send me your thots about him and be a slut with me 🐎

"I cannot get on that horse" you pouted as Bucky chuckled, running his hand down the flank of the horse and patting it. "She's harmless and you'd be a natural rider, I'm sure of it darling..."

You watched him eye you up and down and you blushed as he walked over and gripped your chin in his finger and pulled you forward to press a kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned up to deepen the kiss, moaning as his hands roamed your body. When you broke the kiss he was looking down at you with the devil in his eyes. "How about I teach you darlin? You know I'm a good teacher ain't I?" You giggled and pressed a kiss to his chin. "Fine, but I make no promises cowboy."

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That night you were were making out with Bucky when he pulled away and looked at you. "You ready to start learning sweetheart?" You looked at him confused and giggled. "What? Learn what?"

He rolled on his back and pulled you to to lay on top. "Saddle up Baby, gonna teach you how to ride" he chuckled and patted his thighs as you giggled into his chest. "Bucky, this is crazy" but you climbed up onto his lap, your knees squeezing his hips as his hands gripped your waist.

"There, look at ya! Now use your hips sweetness, push where you wanna go, firm but gentle sweetheart." You did as he said, wiggling your hips here and there, grinding your heat against his thick cock, making you both moan at the sensation. You whined as he squeezed your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, "look at you, a fucking natural" he growled, his voice strained as you rubbed harder.

"Want you.... Inside....please" you whimpered and he gripped your throat with his strong hand and sinking his thumb between your lips. "Go ahead baby, show me..." You lifted and he guided his cock into you and you slowly sank down, both of you hissing at the stretch. You hadn't had much experience before Bucky but nothing could prepare you for his size. It took a long night of him stretching you out, eating you pussy and slow, steady pacing until you could take him all the way. Having been making out with him for a few hours now, you were able to take him all the way with only a little discomfort before you sank all the way down with a sigh.

"Good girl" he moaned, his voice strained as your walls squeezed him tight. Your hands pulled at his chest hair gently and you rolled your hips, a beautiful moan leaving your lips as you did. He fucked up a little into you and put two fingers in your mouth as you continued to grind. "Look at you darlin, told you, so fucking perfect. Keep going.... Oh fuck that's it." His words spurred you on and you bounced as much as you could as you choked around his fingers. His other hand glided over your body, teasing and playing with you, making you mewl and drool around his fingers.

As your orgasm built your it became harder to maintain your ride and you leaned further down and he removed his fingers to capture your lips in a breath taking kiss. He held your hips still and rutted up into you as you could only cry out in pleasure. "Bucky... I...I can't.... Please...." He growled in your ear and landed some slaps on your soft ass, making your walls clench around his cock as he continued to fuck you. "Don't gimme that baby, you wanna come, you gotta earn it baby, come on, you can do it..." You whined as he landed more slaps and you managed to roll your hips a few more times before your orgasm ripped through you and you squeezed him so tight he crashed into his own.

He rolled over so he was on top and peppered kisses over your face. "Such a good girl... But I ain't nearly finished with you yet, you got a lot to learn sweetness..."

God help me I'm out of control.....

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[peteyprecious616]

Smooth criminal

Pairing: Cowboy!Bucky x wife!Reader

Summary: He caught you red-handed, his cowboy hat in your hands, and an accomplice to finish the job. The sheriff had two criminals in his midst. What will he do?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: oh heyyyyyy. So sorry for the drop off of Tumblr for three months. Writers block + work = zero motivation to write. But thankfully school is starting soon and its given me a bit more time to plan out more writing time. So this is in the same universe as this fic but can be read as a stand alone. But it's still cowboy summer for @defaulttwig and I. So heres this.

Warnings: nothing but pure fluff. Bucky being a family man.

“Go hide, he's just about to see us…no over-”

“Hands where I can see them, ma’am.” You heard the gruff, husky voice coming from behind you. His boots rattled the wooden floor below your feet, the hollow echoes of his footsteps stopping just before your bedroom door. 

You were so close. But he caught you red-handed. 

Bucky knew there were thieves where he lived. The sheriff knew almost every hole and hideout that rested among the small town he’d grown to love and protect. But a criminal in his own home…now that was new territory. 

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” your eyes kept to the wall, there wasn’t much to look at, except for a small carved out doorway that led to your cramped, shady wardrobe area. Your gaze wavering, hoping to turn around to catch a glance at Bucky. The Sheriff. And your lovely husband of too many years. 

His lips were always narrowed, curled into a frown while he stomped around town with his big bad horse, and his partner in crime, or partner in catching crime, Steve Rogers. Intimidation and confidence was key in their way of keeping peace in the small town. 

But when the Sheriff rides home for the night, walking into the dimly lit home that he created just for the two of you, the permanent frown lines seem to fade just a little. The candles soften his face, as a shadow spreads across the cupid bow of his lip, and the only thing you can see in the room of faded darkness, is his blazing blue eyes, and his beautiful lips covered in a smile that’s only reserved for you.

Maybe the darkness was playing tricks on you and Bucky. Because obviously he must have mistaken you for the huge dark shadow that resembled a human body, who definitely wasn’t wearing an exact shadow replica of his extra cowboy hat he just happened to leave sitting out.

What kind of monster would touch a man’s hat. Especially a cowboy’s hat. 

You were frozen in place. A tickle of a laugh was trying to crawl its way up past your lips, but you wouldn’t let it. There's a wide open window, about two steps to your left. You could make an escape. You just had to. 

Bucky knew your plan before he even told you to move. But it was funny seeing your eyes twitch from the plain wall in front of you to the window on the side next to your shared bed. It was inevitable. His feet were about two steps away from you. But he had to give you a chance. He just had to. 

Your feet shifted slightly to the left, your fingers were stuck on the brim of his hat, slowly sticking to your hands as you started to sweat from the excitement. Your husband wasn’t going to let you get away so easily. 

But then a quiet “now” slipped from your lips, confusing Bucky before he could even say anything else, and the air had been cut by the hat. It flew through the air in a different direction out of his reach. His eyes immediately went to the hat first, being the first thing that moved before your feet dashed by your bedside, reaching for the frame of the window, being only a one story house, you would step right into the sand with ease. The horse barn just inches away from you, it was a good plan. A great plan. The first “criminal” to ever escape Bucky’s wrath. 

But just as his hands were about to grip the hat that was sinking to the ground, a small shuffle came from the shadows of your closet. A small set of grabbers, your child Rebecca’s tiny hands, lunged for the hat as she appeared out of nowhere. 

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Before Bucky even set foot into the home, you heard your daughter, Rebecca Barnes, named after your husband’s younger sister, giggling from you and Bucky’s bedroom. You went to go check on her, as she wanted to hide from you as it was almost bedtime. She never wanted to go to bed before Bucky got home, making sure that you and him tucked her in at night, sleeping soundly. 

But as late as your husband was tonight, you needed to get your daughter to bed. But you played along with her little hiding game for a few more minutes. As you stepped into the room, you heard her small shuffling in the small room that held your clothes, being the perfect hiding spot for her, being so tiny, but her little feet just slipped out, giving her away. 

“Oh, where did my sweet little Rebecca go?” you huffed loudly, your body pointed the opposite direction, giving into her shenanigans. 

You heard her giggles again, and her small, “mama will never find me here” whispering to herself. 

“I just miss my daughter so much. Bucky will be so sad knowing she’s gone missing. What am I going to do?” You dramatically sit on your bed, covering your face as you sigh, hoping your missing daughter will turn up soon. Your smile being easily covered by your fingers as you hear her little struggle to pull herself out of your clothes, her footsteps running close to your bent-up legs that sat on your bed. 

“Oh, mama, I'm right here!” she giggled. A big gasp came from your lips, your eyes widened with relief as you scooped her up in your arms. Kisses surrounded her cheeks under the huge cowboy hat that was too big for her head hiding her face as she laughed, knowing her hiding spot was the best. 

“My baby finally came home! And with a new hat I see?” you questioned as you pulled it up to reveal her face. 

“That's your fathers hat, you know.” you tried to pry it from her little fingers, as you could easily pull it from her grasp, but it looked too cute for you to take it off her. 

“But I found it, mama.” 

Bucky must have left it out, maybe in a rush this morning on a new case. You knew Bucky should be home soon, and Rebecca wasn’t going to bed anytime soon. 

But that gave you an idea. 

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You could hear his hefty laugh from behind you as you pretended to sneak out the window. Your hand clutching the thin curtains that were draped by your bed, next to the sill of the window, your foot on top of the white sill that jutted out from the wall. Your face turned to see the “thief” or your daughter grabbing the hat from Bucky’s fingers, putting it to her stomach before she tried to bolt between the small opening that laid by Bucky's leg and the small wooden chest that led to the hallway door. 

Her giggles rang through her dad's ears making his small smile turn into an instantaneous hollering laugh. As you watched your daughter evade his theatrical grasps trying to capture her made your heart fill with so much emotion. 

As you listen to them as you gaze at the sight before you. Bucky holding Rebecca tight to his chest, hugging her as she keeps the hat out in front of her. His laugh at the awkward angle your daughter held herself, completing the task you two planned out together. 

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The smiles and laughs he reserved for you are also reserved for his daughter too. But it wasn't just the laughs,

His time. He’d hop on his horse and her little feet would run up to him right before he left in the morning, a doll in her grasp, rubbing her tired eyes, since it was too early for her, as you lifted her to give him a kiss on the cheek. Her small voice whispered, “5 o'clock sharp, dad.” As he promised to play with her and her dolls. “Of course, Becca. I wouldn’t miss it.” 

His happiness. “I love you so much, Becca.” he’d press a kiss to her forehead before grabbing the lit lantern that laid next to her bed. As he walks away, her little “dad” makes him spin around quick. Before he sees her tiny arms being pulled out of the snug blanket she had, before her arms were held out wide, as far as her finger tips could reach to her sides, “I love you this much, dad.” His little sigh of happiness, making his heart just burst. He lives and breathes for her. 

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“Mama, help!” she squealed as she waited for you to grab Bucky’s hat and bring it to safety. You ran to her in strides, a permanent grin stuck to your lips while you pulled her and Bucky in a big hug pretending to grab her away, trying to play along but holding your husband and daughter in your arms, you’d never pull away from this. 

You took the hat from her, as you sat it atop her head, her head being almost swallowed whole as it was made just for Bucky. You laughed and awed at the sight. The Sheriff and his little deputy. Your husband and your daughter. Your whole life, right in front of you. 

“She wants your hat, you know.” you giggled, as she tries to lift the hat to see. Bucky pulling at the brim of the hat, her tired sigh as she successfully keeps the hat in her grasp. 

No one touches a cowboys hat. 

“All she had to do was ask.” 

But for his family. For his daughter. Everything that he had, belonged to them. And no one will touch her hat, because he loved his family. And would protect them till his last laugh.

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[renif]

we talked about the west, 'bout packing up our lives and hopes, ain't it a shame with time our dreams turned into jokes

steady steady by the crane wives

i don't think i every posted this here, it's a drawing i made in may that i still really like so here it is, cowboy au bucky!

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