#cowboy!bucky

[moonstruckbucky]

Summary: When a riding accident nearly claims the life of you and your horse, you feel that you’re left with nothing. Your horse has become dangerous, but you can’t find it within you to put him down. While browsing through equine therapy groups on Facebook, your best friend comes across a video that puts a spark of hope in her chest. But when she finally get ahold of one James Barnes, proclaimed “horse whisperer”, he’s less than eager to help. Determined to help you rediscover your love of riding, she packs up you, your belongings, and your horse and brings the opportunity to him. Based loosely off The Horse Whisperer by Nicholas Evans.

Pairing: Horse Whisperer!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst, graphic depictions of injuries to people and animals, depictions of trauma/PTSD, swearing, future smut, lots of equestrian terminology (most of which I’ll do my best to explain).

Notes: Here I am with a new idea I really have no business starting but when has that ever stopped me? Spoiler: never. The Horse Whisperer is one of my favorite movies, and I’m really excited to bring this to you all. I know it’s been some time since I’ve posted anything, but this is one I’m truly excited to write.

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[grugruel]

Save a Horse

Pairings: cowboy!bucky x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

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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.

[sunmoonandeddie]

cowgirls don’t cry (1/5)

pairing: cowboy!bucky barnes x reader

word count: 6,734

summary: After moving to New York City with your dad when you were twelve, you did absolutely everything you could to forget Tennessee, including the blue eyed boy who still remembers you.

chapter warnings: swearing

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a/n: So I know I said I was gonna wait until this whole series was finished to post but clearly I have no self control and also, I had a really rough week.  Let me know what you think!

“Fucking Delta,” you huffed as you pulled the handle up on your carry on.

God, you hated flying.  Even though it had only been a three hour flight from New York City to Nashville, Tennessee, it had been straight outta hell.  First, there had been a two hour delay.  Then, once you’d finally boarded, you had to get back off because apparently some safety thing hadn’t been checked.  Then, about an hour into the flight, the girl who was sitting across the aisle from you (What the hell kind of name was Gamora, by the way?) fell during a bout of turbulence and spilled her vodka cranberry all over you.

Who the hell orders a drink on a three hour flight? You thought to yourself as you scrubbed at the wet spot on your jeans.  There was no way you weren’t going to smell like an alcoholic.

And now you were stuck in the Nashville International Airport with no clue where the hell you were supposed to go.

You stopped in the middle of the aisle, not caring that people were going to get pissed at you, and dug your phone out of your pocket as you heard the standard iPhone ringtone cut through the air.  Shooting a glare back at a woman who was giving you the stink-eye, you brought it up to your ear and started walking again.  “Val, thank god you called,” you said as you searched for the baggage claim, dragging your carry on behind you.  “I’m never taking Delta again.  It was awful.”

“I thought you were in first class?” She said, and you could hear the pop of her gum through the phone.

“Yeah, but I was still flying Delta.”  You rushed forward as you spotted your custom Valentino suitcases.  “And, ugh, now I’m in this stupid–sorry, I’m grabbing my luggage–weak ass excuse for a city.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” she laughed.

You could just picture her lounging in her bed in New York.  Fuck, you’d kill to go back.  Maybe you could just book another flight straight home.  You could be back in your penthouse in just a few hours, curled up on your Egyptian cotton sheets.

There was no way any bed within a hundred miles had sheets with a thread count over three hundred, you were sure of it.

“Val, this place is like… an off brand Newark.”  You finally found an exit that led out onto the street, your head bobbing to and fro as you tried to find a sign with your name on it.  Your mom had said that she’d be sending one of the farmhands to pick you up.

Your mom.

God.

That was... different.  It was weird.

She’d gotten so excited on the phone when she’d been talking about it that her accent had gotten even thicker than you remembered, saying, “I’ll send one of my boys up there to get you from the airport.  He’ll have a sign with your name on it just like in the movies!”

And, sure enough, there it was.  Your name written in huge letters, surrounded by glittery red hearts.  It looked like a four year old had made it.

“I gotta go,” you sighed, your eyes rolling up to the ceiling.  “I’ll let you know if I make it to the farm alive.”  Taking a deep breath, you shoved your phone back in your pocket before heading for the blond underneath the sign.

“You Pepper’s girl?” He asked, though he was already taking your luggage from you.

“Yeah.  I guess.”

The blond raised an eyebrow at you.  “You guess?”  A smile played at his lips as he led you towards the huge truck that was waiting by the curb.  “You look a lot like the photos she has, though you were… What?  Twelve or thirteen when you moved to the city?”

You weren’t sure if you should be offended by that or not.  You really hoped that you didn’t look like your twelve year old self, considering that was the peak of your awkward years, complete with braces and frizzy hair that you weren’t able to tame until your dad brought you to one of the best hair stylists in New York City.  “Twelve,” you said, your heart dropping as you watched him throw your luggage into the back.  “Hey!  That’s Valentino!”  You snapped, running forward to peek into the bed.  It was covered in dried dirt and you just knew that your luggage would be too by the time you got to your mom’s.

“And I’m Steve,” he said, dusting off his hands on his Levis before going round to the driver’s side and jumping in.  “What about it?”

There wasn’t really much you could say.  You stood there gaping at him like a fish until he reached over and opened up the passenger side.

“Are you gonna stand there all day or are you gonna get in?”

The ride to your mom’s farm was pretty quiet after the first forty-five minutes or so, when Steve realized you weren’t in the mood to talk.  He’d tried talking about the weather, the traffic, the best back roads to take to get to your mom’s in the shortest amount of time, but you just weren’t having it.  He’d turned up the radio after a few minutes of awkward silence, some new country song that you didn’t know blasting through the speakers.

As you got further and further away from the city, you felt any hope of an entertaining summer dwindle.

To: Val

So much for Hot Girl Summer :((

You didn’t bother to check your phone when it vibrated in your hand, your forehead leaning against the window as you watched the scenery fly by.  There were little things here and there that you were starting to recognize, despite the amount of time you’ve spent away.

You sat up a little straighter as you saw a little 50s style diner on the corner.  “Winnie’s place is still open?”

“Like anyone would ever let it close,” Steve said with a bit of a laugh, a fond smile on his lips as he glanced over at the building.  “It’s the best damn place to eat this side of the Mississippi.”

Part of you wanted to disagree, wanted to tell him that Daniel’s on East 65th Street was the best, but the words got stuck in your throat as the faint memory of peach pie with a  strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream and two cherries filled your head.

Unknown to you, Steve smiled over at you, knowing that you might’ve been taken out of the country, but the country still hadn’t been taken out of you.

It was just… buried.

“It’s… smaller than I remember,” you said, half to yourself and half to Steve, when he parked in front of your mother’s house.  You’d passed the sign for Potts Farm just a few minutes before.

“To be fair, you were at least a few inches shorter when you were last here,” he said as he grabbed your suitcases from the back.

Sure enough, your custom Valentino luggage set was covered in dirt.

You didn’t have time to be too upset about it though.  Your mom came crashing out of the front door, bolting down the front porch steps, and barreling into you.

“MY BABY’S HOME!” She shouted with a laugh as she hugged you tight, the air leaving your lungs with a grunt.

“Hi, mom,” you squeaked, patting her back awkwardly.

Her strawberry blonde hair was swept up into a messy braid just like you remembered, though you could spot a few gray hairs here and there.  “Look how you’ve grown!  You’ve gotten so big!”  Tears pricked her eyes as she took you in, brushing your hair away from your face.  “You look a lot like your daddy.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” you said, clearing your throat as you turned to grab your luggage.

If she was hurt by your dismissive attitude, she didn’t show it.  “How is your daddy, by the way?”

“Dad’s fine.”

She waved Steve back over before you could get very far, motioning to your luggage.  “Don’t worry about that, he’ll take those up to your room.”

“No, really, it’s fine,” you said, grabbing them before he could.  You didn’t want to risk anything more happening to your precious suitcases.  The brute would probably end up breaking off the handle or something.

Your mom blinked once before shaking her head.  “Right, right.  You can carry your own stuff.”  She led you up the old porch steps, the wood groaning under the weight.  “Remind me to have Buck work on the porch,” she called out to Steve as she took you inside.  “I keep telling myself to have him fix up those old steps, but then I forget or I just think about how much trouble it would be because he’d just end up redoing the whole thing.”

“Well, the wood is old probably crawling with termites.  It’s probably a safety hazard,” you said absentmindedly as you looked around the front foyer.  It looked almost exactly the same.  You took your time on the staircase, taking in all the photos that lined it.  Your brows furrowed as you saw two pictures of you side by side.  One was from your high school graduation and the other was from your college graduation.  “How’d you get these?”

“Your daddy sent them to me,” she said from the top of the stairs.  She was watching you with a strange look in her eyes.

Anger welled up in your chest and your jaw clenched as you fought from screaming at her.  She had time to ask him to send her photos of you but not enough to write you?  Call you?  Anything?  It had taken her ten years to find you and message you on Facebook, of all things.

You pushed down the indignation, biting your lip as you continued up the stairs.  But you stopped again as you saw a photo of a little girl that definitely wasn’t you.  Your mom was holding her close, their faces squished together.  “Who’s that?”

“That’s Morgan, Tony and I’s daughter,” your mom said, leaning against the stair railing.  “She just turned four a few weeks ago.”

“Great,” you bit back as you stomped up the remaining stairs.

She rushed forward and opened up the door to your childhood bedroom.  “I made sure to wash the sheets and everything and air everything out.”

It looked exactly the same, all the way down to the princess pink bed sheets and matching comforter.  The soft pink curtains were blowing in the soft breeze that drifted in from the open window, the little rhinestones catching the late afternoon light.  It didn’t smell like the Bath and Body Works perfume that you always used to spray on yourself every morning, but that was probably a good thing since you were a sweet pea kind of twelve-year-old.

“I’ll leave you to get settled,” your mom said as she lingered at the door.  “Dinner will be ready at about six if you wanna rest up.”

You didn’t so much as give her a nod, you just waited for her to leave, for the sound of the screen door opening and closing before even moving, before letting out a huff of air and allowing your eyes to prick with tears.  There were so many feelings swirling around inside your chest and you didn’t know which one to feel at which time.

You pulled out your phone and called Val, knowing that she’d have some piece of advice to give.  At the very least, she’d know how to calm you down.

“Come on, pick up, pick up,” you muttered as you paced the hardwood floors.  Your nose was starting to run from crying, and you sniffed, rubbing your nose.

“Hello?”

Your heart burst out of your chest as she finally picked up.  “Hi.”

“You know, when you said you were going to call, I didn’t think it’d be this soon,” she said.  But the teasing tone in her voice dropped as soon as she heard your teary laugh.  “Hey, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here,” you admitted as you sat on the bed, your elbows resting on your knees.

“What do you mean, babe?  Your mom asked you to come.”

You let your head hang back as you stared up at the ceiling.  “I don’t know why.  She has an entirely new family.”

“Oh, come on,” Valkyrie said, her voice soft and soothing.  “Your mom loves you.”

“Then why didn’t she try talking to me after I moved?  She didn’t even send a birthday card for over ten years!  And I–”  Your heart jumped in your throat as you fought back another wave of tears.  “I have a sister that I didn’t even know about.”

Val let out a long sigh.  “Maybe she’s trying to make up for that.”

Running your fingers through your hair, you turned to glance out the window.  You could see your mom talking to some of the farm boys out in the yard, pointing in various directions.  “Yeah, I guess.”

“Look, why don’t you take a shower?” She suggested.  “You’re probably all gross from traveling and it’ll help clear your head a little.  Then, maybe talk to your mom?”

“You’re right,” you said, falling back on the bed.  “What would I do without you?”

“Wither away.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and headed for the private bathroom that you’d been lucky enough to have as a kid.  The bathroom matched your bedroom, princess pink everything.

Granted, not much had changed.  You were still a princess type, but now it was more sophisticated.  At least, you liked to think so.

“Yeah, yeah.  I love you, Val.”

“I love you, too.  And maybe find a hot cowboy.”

You fiddled with the shower, trying to remember how to get the hot water working.  “I have a boyfriend, remember?”

“Yeah, and he sucks,” she said.  “A cowboy would be much better than that stuffy asshole.”

You finally got the water working and smiled as you leaned back against the sink.  “How about this?  I’ll see if I can find you a cowgirl if you come and visit me.  I don’t know if I’ll survive a month without my best friend.”

“Deal.”

Barking out a laugh, the two of you said your goodbyes for another few minutes before finally hanging up.

The steam from the shower was already fogging up the mirror as you stripped down and stepped under the spray, Ella Mai playing from your phone.

God, Val was right.

Then again, she always was.

The heat from the water loosened up all the muscles in your body that had been so tense.  Your mind was clear of any worries for the first time in weeks.

Time flew by, and by the time you got out, it had been a long hour that you spent washing up.

Your hair was still wrapped up in a towel when there was a knock on your bedroom door.  Figuring it was your mom, you opened it up, shocked to see a wall of a man standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers in hand.  He was wearing a dirty gray t-shirt and faded jeans, a cowboy hat resting on his head.  He was covered in the muck that came from working on a farm.

“Firefly,” he said with a wide grin, rushing forward to hug you.

Panicking, you reached behind you to the desk and grabbed the mini taser that you kept on your key ring, sticking it into his side.

He fell to the ground with a sharp yelp, clutching onto his side as the flowers dropped.  “What… the hell… was that for?!” He gasped out as he tried to catch his breath.

You were standing a few feet away, holding the taser out at him in what you hoped was a threatening stance.  “Who the fuck are you?!”

You could hear several pairs of boots thundering up the steps, but you didn’t move.

“Bucky!” Steve shouted as he rushed to his side.

Your mom, however, ran to you.  “Did you…  Did you tase Bucky?!” She asked as she held your face in her hands.

“He attacked me!”

“I was trying,” ‘Bucky’ grunted as he tried to sit up, still holding his side, “to hug you.”

You glared at him, your heart pounding against your ribs.  “Do you always go around hugging people you don’t know?!”

A man behind Steve started cackling, bending over in half as he slapped his knee.  “I’ll be damned.  Little ol’ Potts doesn’t remember Buckaroo.”

“Yeah, and I don’t know you either,” you retorted as you pointed the taser at him threateningly.  Your mom tried pushing your hand down, but you didn’t budge.  “And my last name isn’t Potts.  I took my dad’s name.”

“I’m Sam.  Sam Wilson,” he said as he tipped his hat.  “We were in school together.  We all were.”

Lips pursed, you took a closer look at him.  “You tried running me over with a four wheeler,” you said as his face clicked in your mind.  He looked older, obviously.  He’d already been a few years older than you.

He winced, his hands going to his hips.  “That would be the thing you remember about me.”

Your hand whipped back to point at this Bucky guy as Steve helped him to his feet.

The brunet eyed you with something akin to sorrow as he carefully reached down and picked up the bouquet.  “You really don’t remember me, huh?”

There was a pang in your heart as you slowly let your hand fall to your side, switching the taser off.  “Should I?”

He let out a weak chuckle, nodding as he stared down at the flowers.  “Well, my momma made you homemade peach pie and it’s down in the kitchen if you want some.”  He dropped the flowers onto the dresser beside the door.  “Your favorite.  At least, it used to be.”

You watched quietly as he left, swallowing around the lump in your throat.  You didn’t understand why seeing him upset brought out such a… visceral reaction from you.

Steve followed after him, and Sam awkwardly tipped his hat at you before heading downstairs with them.

“Mom, who was he?” You asked, your voice cracking.  Your eyes hadn’t left the space he’d been standing in.

“Bucky was your best friend growing up,” she said as the two of you sat on your bed.  It creaked under the weight of both of you.  “You couldn’t get one without the other.”

“He probably thinks I’m a real bitch, huh?” You asked, rubbing your clammy hands on your leggings.

“Nah,” she said, wrapping an arm around you.  “He just…  He’s missed you a lot.  When you first moved to New York City with your dad, you two used to talk on the phone everyday.  Winnie said she never could get him off that phone.  They ended up having to get a different phone plan that had unlimited calls.”

Your brows furrowed.  “I…  I can remember talking on the phone all the time, but then the calls just… stopped.”

You could faintly remember running around with a boy whose limbs were too long and his hair too shaggy.

“He…  He used to wear his dad’s cowboy hat,” you said, really digging into your memories.  But you’d spent so long repressing them, trying to forget Tennessee and everyone in it.  “He—”

You broke off as you heard a much smaller pair of feet running up the stairs.

“MOMMA!” A little voice shouted as the girl from the pictures, Morgan, appeared in the doorway.

Your heart clenched as you watched her throw herself at your mom, turning your face away.  You didn’t want to see the girl that she had replaced you with.

“Hey, June Bug!” She said as she caught her, hugging her tight.  “How was the farmer’s market?”

June Bug.  She even had a nickname for her.

“Good!” She said, not even sparing you a glance.  “We got that organic coffee creamer stuff from Wanda!”

“Morgan, this is your sister,” your mom said, finally bringing the four year old’s attention to you.  “The one I was telling you about, remember?”

“Hi,” she said softly, brown eyes blinking up at you curiously.

“Hi.”

“I’ll let you two get acquainted,” your mom said as she set Morgan down on the bed where she had been sitting.  She gave you one last look before slipping down the stairs.

You weren’t sure what to think of her.  She was gangly and young and sweet, and you wanted to hate her.

But how could you hate someone like her?

This whole thing wasn’t her fault.  She didn’t make her dad fall in love with your mom.

She definitely didn’t make your mom replace you.

“So, you’re Morgan,” you said, finally looking up from your lap.

“And you’re my sister,” she said, raising her eyebrows.

You gave her your name and she repeated it with a sort of wonder in her eyes.

“Momma talks about you all the time,” she said, kicking her legs happily.  “She called your dad a bad word, though.  I heard her.  But she doesn’t know that.”

It was strange, hearing that.  “I thought…  Nevermind,” you said, shaking your head.  There was so much to process and you just couldn’t handle anymore.  Not when it’d been such a long day already, what with flying and tasing the man who was apparently your old childhood friend.

Even if he was the gangly boy you remembered, there was no way he grew to be that big without steroids of some kind, right?

Right?

“Daddy’s barbecuing tonight,” Morgan said as she got down from the bed.  She didn’t even wait for you as she headed downstairs, just expecting you to follow.

And you did.  Sure, it was with a sigh and an eye roll, but you did follow.

You could hear lively chatter as the two of you headed to the kitchen.  To your surprise, it was like a small army had descended upon the house.

“Daddy!” Morgan shouted as she ran into a dark-haired man’s arms.

Your mom’s fiancé, Tony Stark.  He was sweet looking.  Almost like a puppy.

“Hey,” he said with a warm smile as he spotted you loitering half in and half out of the kitchen.  “I’m Tony.  I’ve heard so much about you.”

You plastered on a cookie cutter smile.  “I’ve heard nothing about you.”

His genuine grin didn’t falter as he pulled you into a hug.  “I’m so happy you’re here!  Pepper has talked about nothing else for weeks!”

Was he always this chipper?  You weren’t sure if you could handle a month with someone who was the human embodiment of sunshine.  You were such an introvert, and he clearly wasn’t.

Over his shoulder, you saw your mom watching you with bright eyes.

Patting his back awkwardly, you ducked out of his embrace and escaped to the other side of the kitchen, where the guys you had met earlier were finishing up side dishes.

“Hi,” you said as you sidled up to Steve.  Bucky was on his other side, but you still weren’t quite sure how you felt about him.

But then again, that was probably because of how guilty you felt.  What kind of girl forgets the boy that was her best friend as a kid?

You, apparently.

“Here, try it,” the blond said as he held out a fork with green beans on it.

“Steve, I know what green beans taste like,” you said with a scoff.

“Darlin’, these are my award winning green beans,” he said, waving the fork in your face.

You weren’t sure how green beans could be award winning, but you took the fork from him with a sigh, shoving it in your mouth.  As soon as the flavor hit your mouth you sighed.

So that’s how.

“I’ll give it to you, it’s good,” you grumbled, handing him the fork back.

A triumphant smirk lit up his face.  “I’ll be damned, the city girl can enjoy things!”

You stuck out your tongue at him as you leaned back against the counter, taking a moment to observe those around you.  There was your mom, Morgan, and Tony, of course, as well as Steve, Sam, and Bucky.  Right outside the propped open back door, there was a blonde girl who looked like she could lift four hundred pounds, and you may have made a mental note to text Val about her.  She had a thing for tough women.  There were a few other guys loitering around that all seemed to be in such a rush that you couldn’t quite keep ‘em straight, but you guessed there was about four of them.

“Don’t you have a sister, Bucky?” You asked as you searched the array of faces.

He looked at you in surprise, blue eyes wide.  “Uh, yeah.  Becca’s got a date though.”

“A date?” You repeated.  That couldn’t be right, could it?  “But isn’t she, like… eight?”

He snorted as he grabbed the gallon of milk on the counter, eyeballing how much he poured into the bowl of mashed potatoes he was working on.  “She’s nineteen now, actually.”

“Oh.”

Steve looked between the two of you, clearing his throat.  “I’m gonna go help Carol and Tony with the grill.”  When Sam didn’t move, too enraptured by the mac and cheese he was preparing, he cleared his throat again, finally getting the other man to look up and catch on.

“Oh, yeah, gotta–” Sam coughed, grabbing the glass bowl, “Gotta check the grill.”

The two of you stood there in relative silence for what felt like an eternity.  “Can I…  Is there anything I can do to help?” You asked, feeling rather awkward just standing around while everyone else worked to prepare dinner.

“Uh, you can peel some more potatoes,” he said, nodding at the bowl of freshly washed spuds.  There was a peeler sitting on a paper plate right next to it, having clearly been used just a little while before.

“Sure,” you said, eager to do something.  You needed to break up the awkwardness that was between you two, but you weren’t sure how.

But you only got about thirty seconds into peeling the potatoes when you were stopped.

“No!  Not like that,” Bucky snapped as he grabbed the peeler from your hands.  “You’re gonna end up cutting your finger off and then the potatoes will be ruined because you got blood all over them.”  He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second, before turning back to you.  “Look, you gotta hold the potato like this.”  He held it with his hand underneath it, his fingers out of the way.  When you nodded, he grabbed your hand and placed it in the correct position.  “See?  Like this.”  His other hand placed the peeler in your hand before wrapping around it, guiding you.  “And you peel away from you slowly…  Like that.”

Your face felt rather hot as his calloused hands guided yours, his chest pressed against your back.  His breath was hot on your ear.

The two of you lingered once the potato was completely peeled, almost like you were afraid of breaking whatever spell surrounded the two of you.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, his warmth around you was a welcome one.  You’d felt so… safe with his arms enclosing you.

Even if it was just to show you the proper way to peel a potato.

Biting your lip, you suddenly remembered that there were other people in the kitchen.  A lot of other people.  “We should…”

He coughed, nodding as he quickly detached himself from you.  “Yeah.  Yeah.  You got it.  You’re good.”

You kept your head down as you peeled the rest of the potatoes, not wanting anyone to see how flushed you’d gotten.  You could hear a few giggly whispers behind you and you willed yourself not to snap at them to mind their own business.

By the time you finished the second batch of mashed potatoes, everyone else was bringing in their dishes, setting them all along the counter.

It was strange how second nature it all felt, getting your plate fixed up and sitting at a table so crowded that it was impossible not to knock elbows with the people on either side of you.

“You’re Pepper’s daughter, right?” The tough blonde woman from before sat on your left as Morgan took the spot on your right.  “I’m Carol.”

You gave her your name, your lips pressed in an anxious smile.  “Are you one of the farmhands, too?  There’s a lot more of you guys then I remembered.”

“Yeah.”  She reached across the table and grabbed the pepper, sprinkling it over her helping of mac and cheese.  “Your momma hired Sam, Thor, Clint, and I after she bought the neighboring dairy farm.”

“And what about him?” You asked, nodding towards the kid who looked about seventeen.

“That’s Peter.  He helps out around here for extra cash on the weekends.”

“And him?”

Carol grinned as she followed your gaze to the older man who was sitting beside Tony.  “That’s Scott.  He works on all the tractors and stuff.  Keeps everything running.”

“Aren’t you going to eat some meat?” Thor’s booming voice asked from across the table, reaching to put a pork steak on your plate.

“No, I’m actually a vegetarian,” you said.

Everyone kinda stopped, staring at you in surprise.

Your cheeks flushed with the heat of everyone’s gazes.

“Just gotta make sure to get you some extra beans then,” Bucky said, breaking the silence as he reached over and dumbed an extra spoonful of green beans on your plate.  “Don’t want you to not get enough protein.”

You sat there picking at your plate as everyone else went back to their conversations, like nothing had ever happened.

Being at the table sent a wave of loneliness crashing over you.  Everyone around you was part of a family, and you… you were just an outsider that had been invited to stay for a little while.  And even then, you felt like you were a spectator, watching all of them from a window.

You just wanted in.

“I’ll be back,” you mumbled as you stood.  Your chair scraped loudly on the hardwood floor as you left the table.

You weren’t sure where you were heading when you walked out the front door and down the rotting steps of the front porch.  The sun had started to set and you could hear the chirping of cicadas coming from the trees.

You just knew you needed to get away from it.  From the house, from your mom, Morgan, Bucky, all of it.

As you walked, you clicked on your boyfriend’s contact, hitting the call button.  You’d already called Val twice today and you didn’t want to bother her yet again.

Hopefully your boyfriend would pick up.

It rang and rang and rang again as you kept walking down the dirt path that led away from the house in the opposite direction of the way you’d first come in.

“Hey, you’ve reached Brock Rumlow.  Leave your name and number and I’ll think about–”

You groaned as you hung up, shoving your phone back into your pocket.  Of course he wouldn’t pick up when you really needed him, the asshole.

Then again, you don’t know why you expected anything different.  In the five years you’d been with Brock, your relationship had never been an affectionate one.  You weren’t the couple that talked on the phone or texted all the time.  You were both so busy.  It had been that way since you first started dating him your junior year of high school.

But you’d at least hoped he’d pick up this time.  After all, he knew that you were going to be in Tennessee for a month.

A stable appeared up ahead and you felt something familiar settle in your chest as you headed straight for it.  You were curious about what all had changed.

The stable door creaked as you slowly pushed it open.  The late day sunshine streamed in through the sun lights in the ceiling.  The horses that were already in their stalls for the night whinnied and shuffled in the hay.

“Dixie?” You called softly as you read the plaques that were on the outside of each stall.  There was Gunner, Brooklyn, Shiloh, Maggie, Ginger, and Butterscotch.

And right there at the end was your beautiful Arabian.  She let out a soft chuff when she saw you, her hooves stomping excitedly.

“Hiya, Dixie,” you laughed as you held your hand out for her to sniff.  Your eyes pricked with tears as she nuzzled up against you, wrapping your arms around her.  “I’ve missed you, too.”  Her gorgeous black tail flicked as she nudged you.  “What do you say we get out for a ride, huh?” You asked as you pulled yourself over the stall door, landing in the hay that covered the ground.  You grabbed the bridle that was hanging on the wall and carefully put it on her.  “There you go, pretty girl…”  You stared at the saddle for a little longer than you would like to admit, trying to remember everything you needed to do.  Finally you just grabbed it and put it on her.  “Come on, Dixie,” you said as you grabbed the reins, undoing the latch on the stall and leading her out.  “Let’s ride.”

The paddock was right where you remembered it, just outside the back entrance of the stables.  The Arabian was just as well behaved as she’d always been for you as you let her in the gate.  She stood perfectly still as you hooked one foot into the stirrup, pulling yourself up onto her back.

“That’s a good girl,” you cooed as you patted her chocolate brown flank.  Grabbing her reins, you urged her forward in a gentle trot.

And promptly fell on your ass.

You heard someone shout your name and barking as you laid there on the ground, the wind effectively knocked out of you.  Groaning, you tried to roll on your side, squeezing your eyes shut, but it just made it hurt worse.  Dixie was trotting circles around you, neighing worriedly.

You were lucky she didn’t get too close.  One wrongly placed step and she could crush your bones.

“Are you fuckin’ crazy?!”

You opened your eyes just in time for Bucky to slide to you on his knees, his hat falling into the dust as he pulled you to his chest.  “Just… wanted to ride… my horse,” you huffed, grunting as you felt another stab of pain.

“Yeah?  And when’s the last time you road, dumbass?  Ten years ago?” He snapped as he stood up, carrying you bridle style.

Steve was taking care of Dixie, attempting to calm her down.  He had a hold on her reins and was trying to keep her from panicking, but one of the dogs had gotten in and was barking wildly.

“Stop it!” You shouted as you forced yourself to your feet, stumbling towards your horse.  “Get that dog away from her!”  You didn’t pay any mind to Bucky ordering you to stop.  You grabbed the reins from Steve, pressing your forehead against Dixie’s.  “It’s okay, girl.  It’s okay.  I gotcha.  That was all me, not you.  That was my fault.”  She brayed softly as you ran your hands soothingly down her neck.  “Yeah, I know.  I know.  I’m sorry.”

“Stay, Cash.”  Steve huffed out a weak laugh as he kneeled on the ground, keeping the dog’s attention on him.  His chest was heaving as he watched Dixie settle.  “You and Bucky are still the only two she’ll let near her.”

“You didn’t fix the strap,” Bucky said, as he grabbed the saddle.  He was pissed.

“I’ll remember it next time,” you said as you carefully ran your fingers through Dixie’s mane.

“Baby!”

You turned to see your mother running towards you, terror in her eyes.  “Mom, it’s fine,” you said, holding onto Dixie, who was starting to get agitated.

“Like hell it is,” Bucky snapped.  “You can’t just jump back on a horse after ten years.”

“She’s my horse!”

“Yeah?  Then who’s been taking care of her?”

You froze as though he’d slapped you.  Ice ran through your veins as you tore your eyes away from his.  “She’s still my horse.”

Bucky stared at you for a long time.  Finally, with a scoff, he grabbed his hat off the ground and headed back towards the house.  “Cash, come.”

The border collie yipped happily as he followed after him, nipping playfully at his heels as he did.

Steve took one last look at you before running after him.

“Mom, I’m fine.  Really,” you said as you gripped the reins.  “I’ve fallen off my horse before.”

“I know,” she said as she put her hands in her back pockets.  “You don’t gotta tell me how tough you are.  I raised you.  I was the one to first put you on a horse.  I know what my daughter can handle.”

Your heart twisted again as you remembered when you first got Dixie.  “I was seven,” you said, voice quiet.  “I remember crying because I didn’t have my own horse like you and dad.  I came home a few weeks later and you had this foal in the paddock.”  You couldn’t help but smile.  “You said that if I wanted a horse, then I had to raise her.  I had to be the one to feed her and train her.  But I wasn’t allowed to ride her until she was three, and I hated it.”

“You cried the entire first ride, but you were laughing, too,” she said.

The air between you was thick with nostalgia and lost time.  Cicadas buzzed in the trees as the sun sank lower and lower behind the horizon.

Finally, you looked up at her.  “Mom–”

“Yes?”  She looked so hopeful as she stared at you.

“Why didn’t…”  You held back the tears that welled up in your eyes as you stared down at the ground.  “Why didn’t you ever call me?”

“Baby, what are you talking about?” She asked, coming a few steps closer.  Her brows were furrowed, her hands out of her pockets.

It was no use trying not to cry.  A decade of emotions was pouring out and holding them back was like a barn door trying to hold back the Mississippi.

“Nevermind,” you said, pulling Dixie out of the paddock.  “Forget about it.”

You couldn’t deal with that right now.  It had been a long day and adding asking your mom why she forgot about you was not the way to end it.

Another time, maybe.

After you put Dixie back in her stall and gave her a thorough brushing, you were shocked to find your mom waiting outside.

“I have a question for you,” she said as she fell into step with you.

“Yeah?”

She stared out at the dirt road ahead of you two, chewing on her lower lip.  “Would you be my Maid of Honor?”

You tripped over air in your shock and when you caught yourself, you gave her a look as though she’d grown two heads.  “What?”

“I want you to be my Maid of Honor,” she said, as though she was asking what you wanted for breakfast in the morning.  “We’ve got a month ‘til the wedding.  I figure that’ll be enough time to get you a dress and get it fitted.”

You couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”

“Because you’re my daughter and I want you to be a part of this.  It’s important to me.”

God, you must’ve gotten your puppy dog eyes from her because without another thought, you said, “Sure!  I’d love to!”

She let out a squeal that was more befitting of Morgan than her as she hugged you tightly, rambling on at a hundred miles an hour.  “We can go to Hope’s in a few days to get your dress and oh!  The county fair is gonna be in town for your birthday!  It’ll be just like old times!”

“Yeah,” you said, a sense of dread filling you.  “Just like old times.”

[buckgasms]

Ok let's talk about Dark!Cowboy Bucky shall we......

Expect dark themes ahead y'all 🧡

Here's what I'm thinking:

He is a bounty hunter in the early days of the wild west and sadly you have a bounty out on you.

Maybe you were caught up in a crime but you are really innocent, but no one seems to care about a young woman, or the truth for that matter.

You already felt like the unluckiest person on earth, but when you overhear in a bar one night that the infamous bounty hunter Bucky Barnes is looking for a pretty little runaway, your stomach churns. And it hasn't stopped since.

🧭

Bucky hates the rain. It makes things so much harder. His horse is more grumpy and less willing to obey. People don't hang about to share tidbits of information. It's harder to get a drink.

However, it also makes his prey act silly. Especially pretty girls on the run. They aren't made for the rain. And they are so easy to spot, running across open fields in a dirty white dress, seeking shelter in a barn.

He chivves his horse onward, a wry smile on his face.

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You are sitting on a bale of hay, wringing out your hair when you hear a horse approaching. Your blood runs cold as you hear the door open. You dash as quietly as you can into a dark corner and hold your breath as a man walks his horse in, talking to it gently as he guides it into a stall.

He removes his hat, gloves and shrugs off his wet coat.

"I know you're in his little darlin'"

Your eyes widen and you squeeze your arms tight to keep you from moving.

""If you come out now, it'll be easier. I'll put in a good word for ya..."

You debate it, but you can see him through a hole in the wood. And his face, however handsome, is plastered with a cruel smile. You don't believe him.

He huffs after a moment of silence. Looking around the barn, assessing how good it'll be for the night. He sits down and starts running a thin rope through his fingers.

"Gettin impatient now sweetheart... Don't like to be kept waitin..."

You shiver in the cold, your body dripping with sweat and rain. Maybe you could run out while he was distracted? You were pretty fast and you really had nothing to lose at this point.

You took a quiet, shuddering breath before dashing out from your hiding space. Despite feeling the wood of the barn door it was futile.

A tight, sharp object wrapped around your ankle and you felt the floor give way beneath you. You managed to roll over and watched as he dragged you backwards, pain tearing though your limbs as you were pulled along the floor.

"There you are" he mutters, pressing his boot onto your tummy, as he looks down at you. You suppose it would be to prevent you from fidgeting, but you are frozen in fear.

"My, my. Those wanted posters don't do you justice little darlin'. Don't quite capture that pretty face..."

You whimper as he kneels down, starting to wrap the rope around your other leg to tie you together, before looping it around your wrists.

"Please... Please sir I didn't do anything. It's a big mistake. Please...?"

He ties you off with a bow and chuckles. "Oh I know. I'm not as stupid as your neighbours, thinking a little flower like you could be involved in a bank robbery. Fuckin' dumb as hell..."

Your relief at his statement is short lived when he stands up and leaves you on the floor.

"Well then... Can't you help me? Let me go?" You wriggle and writhe, trying to keep him in your eyeline. Maybe he could be reasoned with?

He chuckles and sits himself on a bale. "Well I did think that, but there are two problems. First is that I've been chasing you for 5 days, in a storm and you've kinda pissed me off..."

You gulp, tears pricking at your eyes as he smiles at you.

"And the other problem is, now that I've gotcha, I don't think I wanna let you go."

You let out a shaky sob, squeezing your eyes shut, hoping as you have for many times in the past week, that this is all a dream. When you hear his boot scuff near your head you know it isn't. He kneels down next to you and takes your face gently between his hand and turns you to look at him.

"All I keep thinking is how I'm ready to retire, head up to my little cabin and have a pretty little housewife all to myself. Cook my dinners and have my babies hmm?"

Your eyes glisten as he talks, blurring vision as you begin to panic. You shake your head and mumble a weak 'no'. It makes him tut and squeeze your cheeks tighter.

"I know darlin', you're gonna fight me ain't ya? God knows you don't do anything the easy way huh? It's ok though. I'll have you convince by mornin'."

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Convinced might be simplifying the situation, but by morning you are certainly not putting up a fight anymore.

Overnight as the storm raged outside he took you apart piece by piece. There was no part of your body that was now foreign to him.

He'd carefully removed your dress and kissed you all over. It was almost like a lover would. Sucking and biting gently at your soft skin, leaving marks all over you.

You shout and cry as loud as you can but he just smothers your cries with kisses. You tried to roll away, fight despite your bound state but he just chuckled and rolled you back where he wanted you.

He'd gotten very cross though when you tried to keep him from your heat. He'd had to find more rope to tie you open and spanked your heat until you were red and puffy.

"Wives aren't supposed to hide what belongs to their husbands darlin'. So don't you be hidin' from me..."

He resumed his gentler approach after, claiming your body with unexpected softness, kissing your tears away and praising you for taking him so well.

Hours passed and he barely relented. He let you rest a little, providing you with drink and a warm blanket. You slept when you could but were often woken by his lust, kisses and bites on your neck and chest.

"God you're beautiful yknow? So good for me... You gonna be my little housewife? Let me hide you away?"

He smiled wide when you nod. What else could you do?

I literally couldn't say no....

[siempre-bucky]

I.I.G.Y.M.H.W.Y.T.I.A.M.M.T.H.M.I.T.W?

COWBOY!BUCKY X READER

♡if I gave you my hand would you take it and make me the happiest man in the world?

Summary: Nat and Wanda take the reader post break up to The Stark Ranch, a beautiful little place in the lush green countryside. God she hated it, she didn't want to be here only wanted him back. With one dip of a black cowboy hat and a deep-voiced greeting, the readers brooding would have to wait.

Part 1 of 3

Warnings: light mentions of past abuse,

WC: 3.8k

A/N: there was a tiktok and it was just cowboy Sebastian Stan and this fucking song!! Here's a thing I can't stop thinking about! I edited this the best I could.

In the long, rich history of bad ideas, this had to be the worst idea anyone has ever had. Here she was, squished in between her best friends in the back of an Uber. An old country song from the 60s played on the radio as the two redheads gushed about the small town they were driving through. The most popular restaurant back in Brooklyn probably had more people inside it than this little country town.

"Are you done brooding?" Wanda complains, her Sokovian accent purely intensified the distaste in her tone.

"All I want is John, back," Y/N mutters bitterly, her jaw clenched, sinking lower into the seat. Both women roll their eyes at her comment.

"You haven't stopped mentioning Walker since we got off the plane. It's been 2 months Y/N," Natasha reminds her, checking her watch that was peaking from her black leather jacket. "Don't forget this is why we're here! A getaway is just what you need."

Has it already been 2 months? It only felt like 2 weeks since he left. His last words still sent a chill down her spine "Did you really expect me not to cheat, Y/N? It's New York, get used to it, babe." Y/N shakes her head, trying to get that man's callous words out of her head. She felt like she was already at the acceptance of the grieving process. She clearly wasn't there.

Natasha suddenly gasps, the Stark Ranch coming into view with its black iron gates, its name the biggest thing on it. Y/N looks in Nat's direction, the 4 story red and yellow inn sat in the middle of a long dirt road and was nuzzled in with the saturated green grass and big trees. Y/N thought it was pretty but she would never admit that to her friends.

"Ladies you have a good time out here! I reckon you'll find our little town quite charmin'!" The older man tells them happily as his car comes to a stop in front of the inn. The girls give him their thanks and get out to take a look at the place.

Nat's hand shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked up the place, a confident smile on her face since she picked out this place in the middle of nowhere. Wanda stood in the middle with her hands in her pockets and a relaxed smile. As for Y/N? she might as well have a dark cloud hanging over her. It smelled like grass and horses, her black ankle boots were covered in dust, and worst of all...Natasha blocked John's number. "Relaxation awaits girls!" Nat cheers as she leads her small pack into the front doors of the inn.

The inside was just a cute as the outside, country-style couches placed in the center with a mahogany coffee table littered in doilies. Guests laughed and chatted behind the french doors in the restaurant beside them. "Welcome to Stark Inn!" The front desk lady greets them, her strawberry blonde hair tied in a bun and a glossy smile on her features.

"You go check-in, I'm staying here," Y/N sighs, plopping down onto one of the floral couches, taking out her phone from her back pocket. Nat and Wanda rolled their eyes, pushing their luggage next to their friend before walking over to check-in.

She checked her phone 5 times, 5 different bell-sounding notifications from 5 different apps. Nothing from her former love, of course, not because he's blocked. The next bell sound didn't come from her phone but the front doors of the inn. The ding was followed by two men laughing loudly, one clapping the other on the back. The Y/H/C girl looks up at the source of the ruckus.

One was blonde, wearing a thin blue flannel shirt and dark jeans. He was cute, had a nice ass, and blue eyes a lady could swim in. The other man was a different story, however. A blush crept up her cheeks as she looked at him. His shoulder-length hair was tied up in a low bun, face nearly hidden by his black velvet cowboy hat. Fuck that man looked good in red flannel.

The said man looked down at her. Oh shit, she'd been caught staring at the two cowboys. Before she could look away the one in red smirked at her and dipped his hat "ma'am," he speaks in greeting, his voice was low and raspy, sending butterflies to her stomach and other regions.

"H-hi," Y/n says shyly, like a schoolgirl whose crush finally talked to her. The man turned away and walked away to walk towards the front desk, mud left behind from their boots which they were quickly scolded for.

"Well while you boys are makin' a mess 'round my inn you can take help these girls up to their room," Pepper, the co-owner huffs "307... the nice one." Pepper waves them off, turning to grab the keys to the room.

Natasha eyed the blonde man up and down, resting her back on the front desk, propping her elbows up behind her. "Hi there cowboy," she speaks to him flirtatiously, her pink lips form a smirk. The man ducks his head and laughs.

"Hi there. I'm Steve."

"Natasha."

Y/N rolled her eyes at the flirting, rising from the couch she went to grab the handle of her bag but was met with cold metal. Her eyes flew up to see the man in the back cowboy hat already grabbed a hold of it "I'm assumin' this is yours?" he chuckled with that honey-like voice. Y/N nods and crossed her arms over her chest, her hand still feeling the chill of his hand.

She followed behind them, taking the red-carpeted stairs. She was behind them enough to stare at the broadness of his shoulders, a small smile appeared on her lips thinking about what it would be like to run her hands down his back. No, she quickly erased the image out of her mind. That thought returned as they climbed the second set of stairs, her Y/E/C traveled down his back and landed on his backside as he climbed. A red rag hung out of his back pocket.

The man turned around as they reached the top, catching her stare at him "I'm Bucky," he tells her, breaking her out of her trance. Bucky was 2 for 2 catching her stare at him. The red in her cheeks matched the vibrant red of the rag her eyes were once fixated on.

"Y/N," she responds simply, her voice quiet.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss." His words made her skin tingle, small bumps rising to the surface of her clothed skin. Her green jacket covering all the evidence.

"It's nice to meet you too, Bucky," she ponders over his name for a minute "did your parents name you that?"

Bucky laughed, oh God his laugh was precious "No, uh- my name is actually James. Bucky is just a nickname, I like it better," he explains. Y/N moved from the back to his side as they walked up the final set of stairs.

"Both names are nice," Y/n chuckles, "they suit you." They both looked at each other and instantly smiled, she even unfolded her arms and let them linger at her side. She forgot what it was like to be comfortable after all this time. Walking on eggshells for a man who could set off at any moment was what she grew accustomed to. This was nice, even she had to admit that.

The two girls in front couldn't help but give each other a knowing look, Steve even joined in. "He hasn't dated in years," he whispers to Natasha as they approached the room.

"A shell of a man cheated and dumped her," Wanda tells them in a hushed voice.

They reached the white door with a golden plate '307' written in script numbers. "This is the best room at the inn!" Steve starts to gush, placing the bags on the ground.

"Clear view of the stables, horses walking around all the time," Bucky chimes in, his elbow nudging Y/N the arm. he looked up at him with raised eyebrows but he wasn't looking at her this time. Did he do that on purpose? No. Probably not.

"Well... we'll let you ladies get settled in. Don't hesitate to reach out of you need anything." Steve dipped his hat and started to walk away, clapping his friend on the shoulder, turning him to walk in the same direction.

"See you around, Y/N," Bucky told her before walking away. Her eyes lingered on the tall man as he walked away and even he turned around to catch another glance at her. 3 for 3.

"Did someone catch feelings already?" Natasha laughed as he unlocked the room. Y/N eyebrows furrowed in anger, walking in after her friends, roughly brushing past the sassy redhead.

"All I want is John back. I don't know what the hell that was out there," she defended herself, snarling as she sat in the chair by the large windows, her legs hanging off the ledge.

The women hung their heads and began to unpack "You can have the other bedroom," was all Wanda said before the conversation ended. Y/N felt the guilt rise in her heart. She didn't mean to be so blunt and rude to them, in the back of her mind she knew they knew they were trying. She was trying too.

Time had passed and clothes were hung and folded away in their drawers. Nat sat on her laptop looking for places to eat in town while Wanda checked in with her husband and kids back home. Y/N hadn't left the chair since they arrived. Checking her phone for someone who couldn't talk to her.

"Look at this cute little place in town! It's home cooking they call it. We should go," Nat tells the girl happily.

"I'll call the Uber after I talk to Tommy," Wanda joins in.

"I-I don't want to go," Y/N says, her voice softer than before. She turns his attention to the sables below her, a black horse being led by the man in the black hat. "Bucky," she whispers to herself. She watches him, his lips were moving, obviously talking to the beautiful animal. A smile dared to appear on her face while she watched him, she saw her reflection and she sucked in her lips. Her attention went back to her friends.

"We're not going to let you coop yourself up in this room all night, Y/N." Natasha squints her eyes in judgment, closing her computer with a loud thud.

"And I don't want to make this trip miserable for you guys. I just need to be by myself for a while."

"That's what we're afraid of. It took 2 weeks to get you out of your apartment."

"I'm doing better now!" she shouts, realizing what she did she gulped and sat straight up in the chair, placing her feet on the floor "I'm sorry, Nat. Please just go, have fun and I promise we'll do that spa ay like you wanted tomorrow."

"Fine, but give me your phone," Wanda interjected, holding out her hand while her other one placed her phone in her back pocket. Y/N scrunched her nose and shook her head. Wanda's eyebrows lowered, her hand still stretched out as she walked towards her. She cocked her head, striking fear into the Y/H/C. She hated when Wanda did that.

"How are you going to reach me if something bad happens?"

With the phone now in Wanda's hand, Nat said "We'll call the front desk."

The girls had left, telling Y/N to make her time alone useful. She wanted to sit and wallow in her never-ending sadness. She remembered a time like this at a New York lawyers convention when John left her in the room for hours while he partied downstairs. No, no, she didn't want it to be like this even if it was her choice now.

The stables. She walked over to the window and saw the red building empty from what it looked like. Maybe she could get a glimpse of the horse she saw. Bucky didn't even cross her mind then or was that the reason she wanted to go so badly. No, it had to have been the horse she saw. Keep telling yourself that.

Y/N stayed back a bit longer, giving Nat and Wanda enough time to leave the property. They would never let this go after the stable comment Bucky made. She stepped outside, the sun starting to set and a small chilled breeze brushes past her. Lurking around to make sure no one was there she slowly walked into the stable, the horses not paying her any attention.

There she was, the beautiful black mare standing her her stall, her face poking out of the window. Y/N walked over and let the horse sniff the palm of her hand "You're so pretty, my darling," Y/N beams, rubbing her nose. The horse nickered, making the woman laugh "You like compliments don't you."

"She craves attention!" A voice called out from the other side of the barn. Y/N whipped her head to the side, her heart thumping against her chest. Bucky started making his way over, two silver buckets in his strong arms. The sweat on his face didn't go unnoticed by her, she swallowed hard and took a step back from the horse.

"I-I didn't see a stay-out sign, I'm sorry if I'm not all-" her rambling was cut off by his soft chuckle and the clang of the buckets now on the ground.

" I don't mind, doll. Clementine loves the company." I was hoping you'd show up, he kept that to himself of course. "While you're here, do you want to help me brush her? She gets sad if I don't do it before I leave."

Y/N smiles softly and nods at him, her hands folded in her lap. Bucky eagerly opened the stall and allowed her to enter first. He ran around to empty the feed buckets and placing the buckets on the shelf. He pants as he hands her a brush, his awkward smile earning a thank you.

Bucky stood on one side while she stood on the other, brushing the shiny coat of Celmentines's body. The silence was a comfort and the soft brushing noises were music to their ears. She enjoyed the silence and stolen glances at each other. His steel-blue eyes fixated on his favorite horse, she'd never seen someone look that loving towards someone else.

He breaks the silence "So what brings you guys all the way out to our neck of the woods?"

Was she supposed to be honest? Because 'I'm desperately trying to get over a man who ripped my heart out' doesn't scream approachable. She bit her lip and looked at him from the other side of the horse, their searching eyes meeting.

"Fella did me wrong so my friends decided a getaway was the best medicine," she explained, a watered-down version of what the real devastating truth was.

Bucky nods as he listens to her, slowly making his way to her side, brushing Clementine's hip as a cover. He didn't push it any further, now wasn't the time and he remembered her somber appearance when he first met her in the lobby "Where ya from?" He asks instead

"Brooklyn." His ears perk up, he hadn't thought about that city in so long.

"Brooklyn?" he hums, "how's the city these days?"

"Busy," she responds, looking over at him trying not to act surprised that he moved closer. "You've been?"

"Once or twice." 7 years. He frowned and bit the inside of his cheek. Y/N hums and starts to brush the side of her neck. Clementine whinnies, making the woman jump back. "I-It's ok," Bucky tells her kindly, holding out his hand, "she likes that, let me show you." He takes off his hat and tosses it on top of the hay pile behind them.

His flesh arm placed at on her midback, bringing her closer to the horse. His metal arm covers her hand to guide the brush down Clementine's neck. The sound of her own heart was deafening, he was so close she could pick up everything. The smell of hay and horses mixed in wish musk and was the cedar? It was manly...just like him. The stands of loose hair stuck to his forehead, small grey hairs mixed into his stubble.

Her eyes shifted away from his face onto the sight in front of her, his hand over hers, the gold and black metal shining in the overhead light. She wondered if he could feel her. "Your arm?" she questions barely audibly.

"It was a military accident...I fell," he responded, she couldn't tell if there was sorrow in his voice or he was just accustomed to explaining it all the time.

"It's nice! I hope I didn't offend you," she tried to pull away from the situation she created but his flesh arm held her still. He looks down at her and smiles.

"You didn't. It was a long time ago."

His reassurance got her to relax. They eased into small talk about their lives, she learned that he was born here and always helped the Starks on the ranch when they opened it, leading into a job when he got out of school. He was kind and funny, made her heart constantly skip beats when he said something nice. It made her forget John Walker for a while.

The sun went down, the auto light of the stables turned on. Bucky knew he should've clocked out by now, but this was far better. She was sad, he knew that, but when she relaxed she was surprisingly funny with her quick wit, soft smiles, and her newfound love for his favorite girl Clementine.

"Have you ridden before?" he asks as they finish, taking her brush back.

"No," Y/N laughs as she recalls her childhood, "I saw a boy fall off one at summer camp and I swore I'd never do it. I admire from afar."

Bucky joins in on the laugh while he grabs his hat and dusts off the loose straws of hay on his hat. Y/N bits her lip and pats Clemintine one last time before the pair walked towards the door "Watch your step," he warns, holding his metal hand out for her to take. She looks at him for a moment, feeling like her feet were cement. Her eyes flash from his hand to the softness in his eyes.

"Fucking hell Y/N let's go!" John's hand outreached for her, it was shaking, matching his anger. "I'll fucking leave you here. You know, fuck it. Walk home." That hand turned into a fist... she didn't like that fist.

Hesitantly she takes it, her nervous fingers wrapping around his palm as he guided her over the edge of the stall and onto the main ground of the stable. "Thanks for letting me brush her, it was nice," she smiled, still holding his hand. She wasn't the only one who didn't let go.

"Any time, doll. How long are ya here for?"

"5 days," she responds. Not enough time, he frowned and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Well you can come down any time you'd like, Clem would like the company." I would too.

Y/N finally realized she was holding his hand, her eyes went wide and pulled away suddenly, her nervous chuckle ringing in his ears "I-I should go... thank you again Bucky."

She scurries off towards the inn, their hands still tingling. He'd never been this happy to still have nerves in his arm "God bless Wakanda tech," he praised under his breath, clenching and unclenching the hand.

"Y/N! Wait a minute," he shouts stopping her mid way. She turns and see's him standing there in the overhead light of the stable, like he was waiting for her to get there safely.

"Yeah?" she questions, matching the volume of his voice.

"While you're here you should try Happy's Diner! Best coffee in town!"

"I thought this place did?"

"Don't let Pepper convince you!"

Y/N giggles and nods "I will. Goodnight Buck."

"Goodnight, Y/N!" He watches her leave, making sure she was safely inside, she turned to catch one last glance at him making the brunette smile at her and waving her off.

It would be another hour before Natasha and Wanda returned to the room, finding their friend in the same position in the chair by the window. This time her shoes were dustier than before, black hairs visible on her cream-colored shirt. She stared at the cowboy painting on the wall in front of her like her life depended on it "What did you do all day, Y/N?" Wanda asks, tossing Y/N's phone on the bed.

She expected her to run and grab it, feverishly checking the messages John couldn't send. That reaction never came, she didn't flinch when the phone landed on the bed with a soft thud. Her mind was still a blur, Bucky was kind, he held his hand out for her and got her to the other side of the stall...he waited for her.

"This," Y/N remarks, coming out of her thoughts pointing to the chair she was occupying. The spy in the leather jacket didn't buy it, looking at the differences in her clothing and demeanor.

"Sounds like a bore," Nat sighs, deciding to let it go for a moment.

"How was the restaurant?" Y/N yawns, getting up and walking past them. The two redheads sniffed the air as she passed, it smelled like Y/N had been sleeping in a barn. Well, that was almost true.

"What the hell is that smell?" Wanda grimaced, her nose scrunching at the foul smell. Y/N stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes, she wasn't about to tell them about her time in the stable with Bucky. She brought her shirt up to her nose, fuck, it was her.

"Must be the atmosphere," she laughed it off, "I'm going to bed!" She rushes off before the accusations came and she knew they would come.

The door to the adjoining room slams shut and the girls give each other a knowing look "Twenty bucks says she smuggled Walker in here," Wanda bets.

"Nah, it was the guy with Steve. She blushed way too much to have done nothing about it."

"Fair."

[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. 

[girllock-writes]

"Daddy's Money"

Pairings: cowboy!bucky x rancher's daughter!reader

Summary: Bucky notices someone from his past and it's distracting him in church.

AN: Based on the song Daddy's Money by Ricochet, I needed more cowboy Bucky, so here yall go ig. No warnings, just me being a fangirl :)

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Bucky sat in the wooden pew, barely paying attention. The small church was warm and crowded as the small town of Montgomery gathered on a particularly sunny Sunday. Reverend Cole spoke enthusiasticly about whatever passage he was preaching on, but Bucky didn't care.

Up in the choir loft, the robed figure looked like an angel.

It was y/n l/n. She was back in town. Her father, one of the richer ranchers, had made sure she always had the best of everything. She wasn't the type of person to advertise it, but her daddy had money.

Her hair curled around her bright smile. She was twice as pretty as her mama. There was no question as to where she got her good looks from.

Bucky rememberd the last time he had heard her voice. She had made a joke about their mutual friend, Sam Wilson, being more difficult to tame than a wild horse. He remembered almost spitting out his water. Sam, being known for his charm with the ladies, was a hard one to tame. She wasn't just well off and pretty, she was funny too. He remembered her getting into trouble for sneaking out when they were younger. She had never liked to stay in when all her friends were riding out to the lake in the middle of the night. Wild was another word Bucky would use.

Y/n l/n had been away at college for the past six years. Bucky had heard she had visited a few times over breaks and holidays but he had never seen her. She had done a dual program with a bachelor's in history and a masters in agricultural science and administration. Smart too.

He wondered how many of the other young men in the congregation were distracted by her. She had everything. A deadly combination of beauty and brains. He'd seen her fish, she was damn good at it. He'd seen her kiss too, she had been no stranger to the local teen hangouts. She was dynamite. Country through and through.

Bucky’s mind began to wander as he reminisced about y/n. He hadn't seen or spoken to her in years. How was he supposed to now? Her second cousin had been his thrid grade teacher, but that side of the family had moved out of town about a year ago. That was probably no good. He remembered doing her grandmother's lawn a few times back in highschool, but that wasn't much to go off of.

Bucky gave a small smile, remembering how y/n had looked as a high schooler. A little lanky and awkward, sure, it was high school, but she had always been the life of the town. Getting into trouble then turning around and helping out more than anyone at the annual hoedown. He remembered how she had grown much more quiet after her sophomore year. She got into less trouble, but got better at hiding her wild side. He wondered how much she had changed.

She was really gown up now. Grown into herself, that's to say.

And she was gorgeous.

“Let us pray,” Reverend Cole said, snapping Bucky from his daydream.

As everyone bowed their heads, Bucky closed his eyes tightly. *Lord… if you happen to have an extra miracle or two, spare me one. Let me walk down the isle and say “I do” to Y/n l/n. Please…*

“Amen!” Cole boomed, as the congregation followed in suit. The choir began to sing the last hymn before the church was dismissed.

Bucky's mouth moved, but his eyes and mind were fixed only on one thing. The angel in the choir loft. Y/n.

He grinned as her eyes met his, her voice ringing out with the others. It was heavenly. She didn't look away. There was a sparkle in her eyes.

The service ended and Bucky made his way to the far side of the rows where Sam and his family had been sitting.

“Did ya see who's back,” he said lowly.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “L/n? Yeah, I heard she was commin back from her cousin.” Bucky looked over to where y/n stood, greeting a fellow choir member. Sam laughed at his friend. “Looks like she's got her daddy's money and her mama's good looks. Looks like you'll have a challange on your hands with that one.”

Bucky smiled as y/n met his gaze again. He leaned over to Sam, not breaking her eye contact. “Yeah, but look who's lookin at me.”

[arcadia-smith]

Cowboy Bucky x Fem! Reader moodboard/ masterlist.

Where the horses run.

Summary: You inherit your grandparents’ ranch, thinking it’ll be a peaceful escape from city life. Instead, you’re knee-deep in broken fences, stubborn cattle, and financial ruin. Selling seems like the only way out—until Bucky Barnes, the gruff and skeptical rancher next door, starts meddling in your plans. He doesn’t trust you to run a ranch, but he sure as hell isn’t letting some corporate suits take over the land.

Expect: to laugh, to blush (yeah, smut included), embarrassment, and maybe, just maybe, to cry a little.

Coming Soon.

Chapter 1

[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

WHEN THE RIGHT ONE COMES ALONG

A/N: Based on the tv show Nashville. I had this idea sitting in my WIPs for years now. I grew up listening to country music so I absolutely loved watching the show. I wrote this as a way to escape conflicts happening at home, so it's kind of sad. But in height of Cowboy Carter and Marvel Cinematic Universe coming back, I thought I'd share this.

Warnings: Implied abuse

Bucky x Black! Reader

One Way Ticket (Because I Can) - LeAnn Rimes I'm in a Hurry (And I Don't Know Why) - Alabama

PREFACE

The sun shone down upon the open road and luscious green fields. The cool air from the atmosphere created heatwaves which hovered over the pavement like rippling water. A light blue vintage Volkswagen Beetle drove down the highway at great speeds along the white dotted lines. Inside the small vehicle sat a young woman with rich brown skin the colour of dark umber. The front windows of her car were rolled down, loud winds rushing in and out of the car whipping her long black ringlets around. The air smelled of sea salt from the Gulf of Mexico. It was the peak of summer and the humidity made it difficult to breathe despite the cool breeze circulating the car. 

The young woman pulled on her white tee shirt that clung to her dewy skin. The state of Alabama was under extreme heat warning and several radio stations warned its listeners to stay cool and listed the extended times public pool would stay open to accommodate citizens. She was finally free. Free from the shackles of her past. Bright topaz-coloured eyes glanced down at the dashboard clock, 11:10am. She had been driving for approximately six and a half hours. She was running on adrenaline and couldn’t believe she did it. She finally left home. The weight of her past fell off shoulders and she felt herself beginning to relax but not quite. 

…It’s all your fault!

Her fingers ghosted over her neck, throat tightening reflexively. The voice rang in her head echoing around her. She swallowed thickly, tears glistening in her eyes and placed her hand back on the steering wheel, tightening her grip on the hard leather. Her eyes quickly darted to the passengers seat where a road map lay sprawled across the tan leather being held down by her house keys. The map was colour coded with each colour symbolizing a different route and according to it she would be in Birmingham, Alabama in the next twenty minutes.

Reaching for the dial she turned the volume up to drown out the circling thoughts in her head, a breath falling from her lips. She silently made a vow: She will never go back again. 

[georgiapeach30513]

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

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Big Sky Eyes*

Chapter Thirteen

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

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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. 

[grugruel]

The Girl Who Cried Cowboy

Parings: dbf!cowboy!bucky x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

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?'

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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.

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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'.'

[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.

[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

[girllock-writes]

"Risk"

Pairings: cowboy!bucky x rancher's daughter!reader

A/N: i had coffee way too late so here's some late night thoughts, sam and steve show up but i just like excuses to be silly, no warnings? they kiss ig

A/N pt 2: the update: Lol, apologies to everyone who read "Risk" last night and was super confused. Half the fic didn't copy over and the spelling errors were crazy. (Can you tell i'm dyslexic ahaha) My bad all, ive updated it so its right now. x_x

Summary: Cowboy Bucky convinces you to take a risk and live a little. You find out cows are soft and so are Bucky’s lips.

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The sun was not merciful to the western plains. On the BlueStone Ranch, you stood in the shade of the barn as you watched the ranch hands try to tame one of the new horses.

You laugh to yourself as Sam fell off the bucking horse, dust flying up around him.

“You gotta stay on longer than that!” Steve laughed, as he jumped over the fence to help his friend up.

The men began to discuss the wild horse. You wished you could tame horses. You could ride fine, but your father had practically banned you from going near the untamed ones. You understood his concerns about your safety, but you had been kept from doing the “hard” ranch work all your life. You were an adult now, you should be able to do something more than stand around the ranch and look pretty.

Heavy footstep made you turn your head. Bucky Barnes, another ranch hand, made his way from the back of the barn. His dark hair was glued to his temples by beads of sweat. “Ain't it a little hot out here for you, doll?”

You shrugged. It was rather warm. Even in the shade of the barn, you could feel the heat forming sweat on the back of your neck. You had chosen to wear a light skirt and blouse to keep yourself cool, but it did little to help. “It's not much better in the house.”

Bucky gave a laugh, leaning against the wall.

You eyed him “Do you ever think they're gonna figure it out?”

He smiled, watching as Steve helped calm the horse so Sam could get back on. “I'm just glad I work with the cattle instead. They're much nicer.”

Bucky gently touched his right hand to his prosthetic left.

Realizing you was staring at him, you quickly looked away. You wanted desperately to say something, but didn't want him to think you pitied him.

“Aren't cattle dangerous? I've seen some of the roundups you do,” you say finally, trying to break the awkward silence.

“I suppose,” Bucky replied, looking over at you. “But what's the fun in it if there's no risk?”

Meeting his gaze, you saw a glint of playfulness in his blue eyes. You swallow dryly. “I wouldn't exactly be the right person to say.”

Bucky scoffed with a grin. “What? Ya never done a dangerous thing in your life?”

“I think my father would kill me before I could,” you laughed, looking down.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as Steve cheered on his friend as the horse began to buck again.

“C'mon then,” Bucky stated, taking your hand. He guided you around the barn and toward the grazing pasture. As you left the shade, the sun blazed on every inch of your visible skin. You were glad you had worn a hat.

Bucky hopped on the fence that kept the cattle enclosed on the ranch. Still holding your hand, he nodded for you to join him.

You tried to pull away, looking down at your skirt. “I dont think the fence is going to agree with my choice of dress…”

Bucky shook his head. “You’ll be fine.”

Looking around to make sure no one would see, you slowly grasped the wooden frame and hoisted yourself up. You hadn't sat on a fence since you were a little girl. Bucky jumped down and lifted his hands to help you. You leaned forward and he grabbed your waist, lifting you down.

There was a brief moment where you lingered in his arms. Your heart skipped a beat and you pulled away.

Bucky turned and strode toward one of the cows grazing nearby. He walked around to the front of the beast and gently reached his hand out.

“C'mon!” He called.

Taking a minute, you watched as he stroked the nose of the cow; it's tail waving contently. Walking slowly, you kept your distance.

“She's soft,” Bucky assured. “And she's not gonna run ya over… Unless you plan on spookin’ her.”

Stepping back, Bucky placed a hand on your shoulders and pushed you toward the cow. He took your right arm and stretched it out, his body hot against yours. Your hand met the surprisingly soft hair on the cow's nose. You realized that it was odd, you having lived on a cattle ranch your whole life and having never touched a cow. You turned to look at Bucky, his face surprisingly close.

“And you thought it was dangerous,” you joked.

He smiled. “Sure, doll.”

You looked back at the animal, scratching it gently. Your ears pricked as you heard Bucky inhale deeply. You felt your shoulders tense as his hand on your upper back moved slowly to your waist.

Instinctively, you took a step forward and away from him. “I should probably get inside before daddy realizes I'm out here.”

Bucky straightened up. “You've taken one risk by coming out here… Why not another?”

You eyed him. “I don't know what you mean,” you say. The heat began to ring in your ears.

His blue eyes twinkled. “Yes you do.” His hand reached up, grabbing the hat off your head. Your hair began to frizz and you swipped at him.

“Bucky!”

He lifted it high in the air, well out of your reach. Glaring, you lunged for it. On the very tips of your toes, you fell forward and onto him, your hand still reaching for your hat. “Give it back,” you demanded.

He raised an eyebrow. “Say please.”

Unable to reach higher, you lifted one foot to try and jump with the other. Bucky’s free hand was wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly. You glare ay him. “Please,” you say finally.

Bucky paused. He lowered his hand, you hat still in it, but didn't give it back. Still pressed against him, you hoped he couldn't feel your heart pounding in your chest. The sun was blinding and it was much too warm for two people to be standing so close together.

Bucky stared at you for a long while. “Did you know you have the prettiest eyes either side of the Mississippi?”

If your cheeks hadn't been red from the heat, they most certainly would have darkened by his compliment.

“Why don't you live a little, huh?” He asked smoothly. “Take a risk every now and again. It's healthy.”

Your mouth went dry. “I… You don't know what you're saying.”

“I ain't much of a talker,” he grinned.

He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against yours. The wave of shock ran like a chill through your body. For a moment, you could have sworn you were cold. When he finally pulled away, you could only blink in surprise.

“Y/n!” You heard a voice call from close to the house.

You pulled away from Bucky. His eyes pleaded with you to say something. Looking between him and the direction of the voice of your father, you felt your heart doing somersaults in your chest. You pointed at him. “No one gets to know. Not yet.”

He smiled. “Good enough for me, doll.”

You squared your shoulders and walked away. You were halfway back to the house before you realized…

Bucky still had your hat.