#cowboy bucky

[mosslikeschaos]

"You could stay, for me?"

cowboy!bucky x male!stablehand!reader

summary ; Bucky and Steve come into town, meet a handsome stable hand whom Bucky falls for. They spend some time before Bucky and Steve need to go again.

warnings ; none

content ; fluff, dumbasses, mutual pining

mentioned characters ; Bucky, Steve, Reader, Peggy, Fury, Banner, Sam.

Bucky POV; 3rd person.

NO USE OF Y/N - reader is nicknamed mouse, due to being taken in by Banner at a small age, and him always being in the stable. mouse is not used much.

word count; 3,324

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Alpine and Reggie's hooves thudded softly against the mud road leading through town, heading toward the cobbled stable yard.

People milled about the town, men, women and chilren. Kids were playing cowboys with their fathers too-big cowboy hats and kicking up the sand as if they rode on horses. Shouting at eachother and fake shooting.

One man took the hat off a kid, smiling when he told the youngen off for something Bucky didnt hear.

Women in scruffy dresses carrying washing, food and other tidbits moved out of the way for the two men on horses.

But people didnt stare, they continued business as usual. Newcomers were not rare here, let alone passers by only asking to fill their stomach and spend a night in a good bed.

"D'ya think there'll be a good pub 'round here?" Steve hummed, turning to his buddy.

"Saloon looks clean and open. Maybe we'll get a hot meal."

The scenery changed when they came in to the stable yard. Busy atmosphere phasing over into a certain calmness where soft chewing could be heard from inside the stable.

Only one horse abandoned its food for a minute, popping its head outside to look at the newcomers. A pretty bay with dark, kind eyes. She whinnied low, to which Alpine simply snorted. Reggie pricked his ears, looking over but staying otherwise silent.

Steve petted his neck, swinging his leg over and dropping to the ground. "Hold him and i'll find the owner or a stable hand?"

Bucky steered the two horses to a tiny patch of grass, letting them munch on the lush greens. The grinding of their molars chewing the small tufts of grass lulled him into thought. The town was big, with pretty wooden housing and big painted signs. A general store and a saloon. A tailor that -according to the black sign out front- specialized not only in clothes, but tack and hats too.

Before too long Steve arrived back with a boy hot on his heels. "He says its two dollars a night, or if we stay a week its three dollars every two. and that places to stay are cheap."

Bucky hummed a sound of affirm, handing Steve his piebald back.

"If you'd just follow me, ill show you where you may house them and put your tack. Gelding, stallion or mare?" asked the boy, running a hand through his hair.

"Good o'l Gelding,"

"Alpine's a mare," Bucky couldnt help but take another look at the stable hand. He was yae tall, not towering, not short. His hair was cut roughly and pushed back out of his eyes, not too long, not too short. The clothes were also to be noted, a good pair of boots but the rest looked a bit tired. A worn pair of jeans and a loose, dirty gray shirt. Somehow it complemented him just fine.

"Alpine is a pretty name. For a pretty horse too."

"Sure, nursed her back to health when i found her as a little abandoned filly."

"you did a good job," he hummed, stopping and turning around to face the men, but talking to Bucky. "Com'on, ill take you down," then turning to face the blonde. "ill be back in a minute. dont stray too far." and off they went.

The walk down to the open stall was short, and a comfortable silence settled between them as they listened to the continued chewing from the horses. A couple pretty faces popped up to greet Alpine and the boy swatted away one mare who tried to nip. Before too long they were at an open, uninhabited stall.

"Here, a nice straw bed and some hay to munch."

"thank you, whats your name kid?" he asked, leading Alpine in and starting to undo and take off her tack. The bay horse from before poked her muzzle through the bars, letting Alpine smell her.

"here let me take that," the boy motioned to the saddle, carrying it with ease as Bucky continued. "They call me Mouse."

"how come? youre not so tiny."

"ah but i was when mister banner took me in."

"dont you got a proper name too, Mouse?"

"Sure i do, but everybody calls me mouse. i dont mind s'much. Most people got themselves a nickname."

"Well in that case you can call me Bucky."

he nodded quickly, letting Bucky leave the stall before he shut the door and latched it.

Bucky trailed behind him as he was shown the tack room and which empty hooks he could use.

The main stable had smelled of hay, warm horses and horse shit. all around not such a bad smell, but the tackroom somehow smelled better. Mouse had left, so Bucky took the opportunity to study the tackroom. It was clean, roomy and smelled of leather cleaner. The wooden walls were a deep brown, with two big windows, one out into the stable, and one out to the yard.

A lamp sat on the first wall, easy to grab in the dark if need-be. On the opposite wall was a door in the same dark wood as the walls. Tack-hooks covered the left wall except where the window was, and on the right were buckets of oats and grain for the horses alongside a green cabinet for medicine. Beneath the cabinet was a worn down wooden chair, with a frame infront of it. Perfect for cleaning tack.

He checked the door infront of him, finding it unlocked.

What he hadnt expected however was a tiny room with a bed pressed against the wall. Realising this was probably the stable-hands room he shut it, backing out until he stood in the middle of the tackroom. The few things he did notice was fhe room was walled with the same dark wood, that the bed was unmade with half a dozen blankets piled on one side, and that there was a little dresser on one side.

Shaking the thought from his head, he turned on his heel and walked out to find Steve again.

When Bucky found him, he was chatting lightly with the stable hand. Steve noticed him, turning and immediately exclaiming "did you know the kid owns the pretty bay Alpine said hi to earlier?"

"the one she neighbors now?"

Mouse nodded, prompting Steve to continute. "so shes only yours, do you gotta pay to have her here?"

"no, shes in reality mr.banners horse. His mares filly from about six summers ago."

"why dont he ride her?"

"shes got too much attitude in his opinion. he prefers her momma."

"so he gave her to you?"

"sure, mr.banner lets me keep her."

Bucky gave a chuckle, seeing the fondness creep into the boys face. It was clear he liked the pretty bay.

But instead of staying on his beloved topic, the stable hand hopped up on the stall door. "Are you goin to the pub tonight? gets real full on a friday. if ya'lls want a hot meal, better get there sooner rather than later."

"thanks kid, does everyone in town go?" Steve didnt turn around as he continued brushing the piebald gelding.

"yup, pretty much."

The light dimmed as the sun started to hide behind the clouds as they chatted. "are you going?"

"nah,"

Bucky raised a brow, taking over the conversation. "How come?"

"too much work to do."

~

"two hot meals for the gentlemen." the bartender hummed, sliding the two bowls to Bucky and Steve. The man wore an eyepatch, dark skin glistening from the heat as he poured a beer for a different patron.

Steve was talking to Mr.Banner, having found him in the crowd based off a rough description the stable boy had given him earlier. As the men chatted, Bucky tuned out, letting his thoughts take over.

His conciousness seemed to phase from observing the Saloon to thinking about the stable boy.

The saloon was spaceous, filled with tables and chairs, a set of stairs on the east side going up to another floor. Plenty men were playing for money. poker and cards complemented the full glasses of beer they chugged down. The man behind the bar currently was also known to be the town sheriff, mr.Fury. A pretty woman with pinned hair and pretty skirts helped serve at the bar. Steve seemed to have taken a liking to her, as bucky caught him staring at her on multiple occasions.

Bucky felt like he was zoned out as he took another spoonful.

The warmth felt like it perfectly mirrored the stable hands smile. He seemed to exude warmth, somehow. Happy to work, happy to be. He loved the horses, that much was obvious.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder snapped him from his thoughts. "Hey newbie. need somewhere to stay t'night?"

The man shone a toothy grin at him as Bucky nodded.

"Yeah, thought we'd find somewhere. could be handy."

"Well come to the hotel right beside here when ya'll are done. so you dont get lost. the name's Sam." He gave Bucky a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Bucky."

~

The pretty bay was eating from the small patch of grass in the yard when Bucky went to the stables. Her headcollar was tied to the hitching post loosely by a dark red leadrope.

As he gave her neck a good scratch the stable boy came across the yard. His outfit was mildly different from the last time they had seen eachother. His hair was pushed down by a hat, and his mucky gray shirt had been switched out for a much nicer -albeit slightly bigger- brown shirt.

"g'day sir," he hummed, tipping his head in a greeting.

"goin out for a ride?"

"yup, gotta help the Carters herd cattle,"

The bay kept munching her grass as the stable hand threw the saddle over the hitching post. "cmon Willow, up ya come,"

her head shot up, staring disapprovingly at her owner. "yes i know you want the grass sweets."

"Her name's willow?"

"yup," he grunted, throwing the saddle over, making sure it landed softly on her smooth back. "she loves chewin on 'em, so why not name 'er after 'em."

Bucky smiled, continuing to itch her neck for her. He soon found a spot she seemed to love, since she started pushing the weight of her entire neck into his hands. "The hat suits ya."

"Thanks, its Banners old hat. Bit too small for him."

He flashed Bucky a toothy grin as soon as he got up on her back, to which Bucky chuckled, giving willow one last hefty pat, then looking up to lock eyes with the boy, "stay safe out there, doll."

"i will, sir." he gave Bucky another nod, this time using his right hand to further tip the brim of his hat before turning Willow and dissapearing out of the yard.

He gave a sigh, watching willow and her rider dissapear off. His grin seemed to have been burned into Bucky's scull, the image of him, smiling widely, face slightly shadowed by the brim of his hat. He was thinking of the way he had carried the heavy saddle against his hip, bridle hanging off his arm. The way wearing the hat seemed to make him feel more confident. How nice the brown shirt looked, despite hanging a little loosely, tucked into his jeans. Maybe hed come with to the Saloon tonight.

"earth to buck?"

He seemed to snap back to reality as Steve waved a hand infront of his face. Bright blue eyes stared at him, "you were out of it mate, the same look as when youve seen an exceptionally pretty lady."

"oh," he hadnt even realised. "really?"

"yeah, do the stable lad have a really hot sister or something? or is it mouse himself you like?"

Bucky simply waved the comment away, walking past steve. "cmon, get reggie. mr.Fury asked if we could pick up some stuff from the neighboring town."

"yeah yeah i know."

~

The trip went well and Fury had given them a fair bit of coin for their help, but Bucky couldnt seem to focus on it. Steve was talking about the fact that this could sponsor a good deal of hot meals on the road, but he couldnt bring himself to be excited to get back out there. Leave again, as they had done so many times. They usually only stayed a week, doing odd jobs for sheriffs to get a little coin, then continue on. In reality they were looking for somewhere to settle. Get a proper job. Find love maybe.

Maybe he really should ask if the kid wants to have a drink later.

"i wonder if miss carter will be at the saloon today."

"y'think shes pretty?"

Steve looked almost offended, then after a moment he seemed to soften. "i mean, she is, but thats not why."

"y'sure? apparently Mouse was gon' help out her family with the cows today."

"Aha! so it was him you were looking all starstruck about!"

Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve grinned triumphantly. "I wasnt starstruck, but okay."

"oh no you were."

"was not!"

"whats the yappin about?"

they had been so busy bickering that they hadng even realised a little company had come to the yard, led by the stable boy.

Half a dozen men, dusty and dirty with their horses not looking much better. Most of them tipped Bucky and Steve their hat in greeting as they passed, but willow was brought up to the hitching post beside Reggie and Alpine.

"Mouse, kid! you not takin' Willow i'side?"

"Gotta wash her off, mr.Carter."

The man nodded, accepting the answer.

"well you look happy," Steve hummed, having gone to Bucky's side of Alpine.

"Cow herdin is fun, nice to get out sometimes."

"heard it was out at Carters, thats Peggy's parents isnt it?"

"yuup, how'd ya know Miss Carter?"

As the two started chatting about the carter family, and that Steve maybe found the daughter pretty, Bucky started brushing Alpine. Her white coat slowly getting silky smooth, as she and Willow started messing about a little bit.

He watched quietly as Steve and Mouse chatted. How the boy leant against the hitching post, crossing one leg over the other when he was done untacking Willow.

And that his hair seemed damp when he took his hat off and ran a hand through the strands. How it seemed to shine in the hot afternoon sun.

Bucky sighed, almost longingly as the boy laughed.

"you should come down to the saloon, if everyone else is going."

"just might, if mr.Banner lets me slack off on some work."

"you always got so much work to do."

"thats what happens when youre the lone stable hand, Steve. Got a lotta stalls to muck and horse t' feed." He chuckled, giving willow a firm pat. "'Least i enjoy it."

Steve nodded, turning to his buddy. "'Ey Buck, what'cha say, should we put in a good word for him so he can have an evening off?"

"oh, uh" he realised he was being talked to, snapping his head up to meet Steves mischievous gaze. "Sure."

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "if you want you can go talk to mr.banner now. he should be with the geldings, talking to mr.Carter. take reggie and i can take Alpine and Willow for ya."

"Oh, thank you,"

"Will do, thanks Mouse," Steve hummed, poking Bucky as he passed him to untie Reggie.

Two men could be heard talking as soon as they entered the stables. As Steve went to put Reggie away in his stall, Bucky went up to the two men.

"Ah hello Bucky!"

"hey, i was gonna ask, mr.banner, does Mouse have any more work today? we were gonna try convince him t'come to th' saloon with us."

Carter chuckled hartily. His face was all straight lines, rich with stubble and a good-looking mustache. "The kids always working isnt he?"

"hes a hard worker, never complains," Banner smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. "Hes got nothing else for today, other than dinner feed, but tell him im happy to do it."

"you give him so much freedom, like a good father."

Bucky hummed, not quite understanding why Mr.Carter found that to be so funny, so he gave a nod to Banner instead, quickly thanking him before scurrying off to find the Stable boy.

He found him giving carrots to the two mares, one for Willow, one for Alpine. The carrots gave way for the soft sound of horses crunching.

without looking up, he asks Bucky "sooo, how'd it go? and wheres steve?"

"still taking care o' Reggie, he'll prolly be 'ere soon. But it went well, you aint got no work to do later."

He finally looked up, smiling. He had such a pretty smile that soon turned flustered when he realised Bucky was looking at him.

"hey! why're you studyin me?"

"you look nice, is all."

"oh—"

Before the conversation could continue, a certain blonde popped up behind Bucky.

"Were you able to come with us?"

Bucky pushed steve off him, chuckling. "yeahyeah banner said it was fine."

.

"so you really never settle down?"

"nope, usually stay a week. then go again." he hummed, resting the side of his face in his palm.

the stable boy hummed, shifting in the barstool. "What's the goal with all the travelling then? a specific destination i suppose?"

"somewhere to live, stay. Hell id love to settle down."

There was no answer for a minute as the saloon kept going around them. they could hear Steve and ms.Carter, Peggy as she'd told them to call her.

"i suppose that makes sense," a sigh as he seemed to look anywhere but at Bucky.

The air felt like it changed, grew a little tense. Bucky didnt like it.

"what do ya say, Sweetheart, we could take a ride. take a look at the stars."

"thats so sappy."

Bucky watched as he took another sip of his beer. "so what? dont you want to?"

"course i do, id love to." he was trying to finish the drink. "if its with you anyway."

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the night air was cool, and the sky was clear. not a single cloud to be seen, nothing to cover the endless amount of stars. The moon was crescent, giving just enough light to see, but not enough to hide the stars.

Yet bucky wasnt looking up.

Neither of them were.

They would catch glances of eachother as the silence grew comfortable. Bucky was just following, wondering where the stable hand would lead them.

The horses barely made a sound as they walked through the sandy path, only their breathing cutting through the quietness.

Soon another sound emerged. Water.

He couldnt see it yet, but the path started sloping down as the sound got louder.

when they got down the slope, both men hopped off their horses, and unclipped the reins to let them drink.

A tiny stream, water running along soft pebbles, grit and sand as tiny plants spouted in the wet dirt surrounding it.

As they sat, looking out across the land, Bucky spoke. "Its gorgeous."

"yeah, i love coming here."

a comfortable silence stretched between them, a symphony of calm. Bucky looked at him as if he were the stars, glistening and shining, lighting up the dark.

Eyes met his with a smile, and Bucky chuckled. "what?"

"You dont have to leave, yknow?"

the comment took him by surprise as he stayed quiet, trying to figure out what was meant by it.

"you and steve. you could stay. i bet fury could find work for you." he shifted, still looking up at the stars. "i dont think steve would complain, he could get to know Pegs better. and, you could stay, for me?"

He finally looked at Bucky.

"of course, sweetheart. i'd love to stay. for you."

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A/N ; This has been fun to write. it's not my best work, but its been a project for a couple days while i dont have internet.

hope you enjoyed, and you did feel free to like/reblog <3

[waywardsou2]

Cowboy!Bucky

For context Sarah took him shopping because he has 2 shirts his uniform, one pair of jeans and one pair of shoes. They went to an op shop (a thrift store? Idk what it's called in the other parts of the world) and they saw these boots, as a joke Sarah told him to try them on, and he did...and he got them and took them home.

Sam...well he doesn't know what to think

(Ngl I posted this before and realised that I forgot his fucking arm. I am so dumb)

[umaficwriter]

A fic where Bucky is a country singer, or a cowboy in anyway and falls in love with reader, takes her horse riding and stuff alike

[treatbuckywkisses]

forever is the sweetest con. cowboy like me, t.s.

[melitta4ever]

@maukree , look at this picture and please for the love of all, write a fic with post-apocalyptic cowboy Bucky.

[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

Howdy! 🤠

How do.

((pinterest supplied picture))

[buckybarneswife125]

I’m back in my cowboy era so just bear with me

Lowkey inspired by this song

Imagine Bucky is a ranch-hand hired by your dad. You saw him and were instantly enthralled. His short brown hair. His thick, muscular body.

God. This man is a treat.

You catch him looking you up and down with an appreciative look.

You bite your lip and walk away, making sure to swing your hips. You feel his stare all the way to the barn.

***

It’s a few weeks later when you see Bucky fixing up the fence. He wipes at his forehead with his forearm and huffs. Your eyes widen as he takes off his shirt mumbling something about this dead-gum heat, and you smirk to yourself as you see the farmers tan. Bucky walks over to where his water is and you see him take a swig and pour the rest on his face—cooling him off.

You immediately get to work on making him your famous iced tea.

As soon as you’re finished you walk out in your Daisy dukes and a thin white tank top.

“Hey, cowboy” you yell, grabbing his attention. He looks away from the fence he went back to working on. His gaze immediately drops to your bare legs.

“Hey, darlin’” he rasps in that southern draw of his. “Wha’d ya bring me?” He asks nodding his head to the class in your hand.

“I brought you some tea, ya’ looked like you were gon’ melt out ‘ere” you tell him.

You hand him the glass of tea. He takes it and downs it in seconds. A bit of the tea slips out of the corner of his mouth as he chugs it down.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sighs.

“Thank ‘ya darlin’” he starts, “any way you can bring out some more?” He asks softly. You smile and nod quickly.

“I’ll be right back,” you respond.

***

Thats how it started, the two of you created a routine of that: Bucky would be sweating to death and you would bring out a glass of sweet iced tea.

Eventually, he kisses you. His calloused hand rests on your soft cheek and he presses his lips to yours.

One kiss becomes two and two becomes… well.

You find yourselves tangled together in the back of his truck. Or in the bunkhouse or in your bedroom. Bucky makes sure to either leave or sneak you back home before sunrise.

You fall in love with him easily.

It goes on like this for almost 2 years, when one day, your at a picnic sipping on some—you guessed it— sweet tea, looking out at the beautiful view when you heat a throat clearing next to you. You look over and see— holy shit.

Bucky is kneeling there one hand cupping his cowboy hat to his chest the other holding out the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.

“Darlin’… I’ve got no damn idea how to start this but… I love you. From the minute I saw you I know you were it for me. You make me the happiest man in the world. You make me enjoy working. God, I can’t wait to wake up and work just so you can bring me my damn tea. Just to see you, just the possibility of seeing you— it makes my chest ache in the best way. I love you darlin’ and I would love to spend the rest of my life waiting for that magical sweet tea of yours”

You stare at him, eyes stinging with tears, your lips quivering.

“Say something darlin’ please,” Bucky begs.

You jump up and roughly rap your arms around his neck.

“Yes! Are you kidding me??? Yes yes yes!!” You squeal.

He hugs you so tightly, you feel you might burst from his love.

You got married the next spring.

[gremlin-girly]

This will be living in my head RENT FREE for the rest of the month 🫡

☆ Ordered a bullet? Delivered to the head successfully, next.

[grugruel]

Your daddy know 'bout this?

(Don't be fooled, there's no daddy kink!)

Pairings: dbf!cowboy!bucky x f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

Masterlist

Summary: A few days short of your 21st birthday, you decide to celebrate with your friend at the local bar. Unbeknownst to you, a close friend of your dad's is there.

When he sees you with beer in hand and in the lap of another man, things get heated. Somehow, you end up in his shirt, at his house.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: pinv sex, passionate sex, forbidden realationship, violence, blood, underaged drinking, slight angst, cum eating, I love yous', mentions of masturation, tension, arguments, slight jealousy and protectiveness, pet names (girl, woman, ma'am, princess, sweetheart)

AN: not yet proofread, might be rough around the edges! Enjoy girlies🥹🫶

It was his one free night in a long time, and his buds pulled him along for a drink. He had no real objections, for he was in a good mood and it'd get even better once he had a drink in him.

The group of men emerged from the damp, rainy night and dove into the smoke tainted air and usual bustle of the local dive. They ordered their drinks and made their way to the back where the booths were, a jumble of familiar faces greeting them on their way. Until-

Bucky saw a face he ought not to see in a place like this. "Excuse me a moment, fellas. I got somethin' to take care of."

Their group turned to him, confused. "Wha-" and looked in the direction he was already headed. "Well shit, good thing her daddy ain't come with us." The group shared a few nervous glances, then shrugged and chuckled. "Wouldn't want to be one of those boys right now."

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"Well . . . " a voice chuckled loudly.

She could see the source approaching their table from her peripheral, his form vaguely illuminated by soft lamp light through the gloom. " . . . Aint this a sight?"

She knew that voice, she could hear the telltale grin that shaped it.

Catching onto the change in energy, the giggles and boisterous laughter of their small group died down. Tense glances exchanged between them, all eventually landing on the intruder, all except her own.

Commotion continued sounding around them, their table the only to emit an unusually low amount of noise. "Anyone wanna tell me whats goin' on here?" The voice asked.

Swallowing, she realised she'd been intently staring into a cadleflame. She belived that maybe she'd have a chance at going unnoticed if she sat still enough.

"I asked you a question, doll."

She winced. That was his nickname for her. Fuck. She tore her gaze from the candle, snapping it to her friend across the table and gave her a sidelong glance that meant 'trouble' to which her friend nodded in agreement.

The low light that made the place cosy just moments before now only existed to muddle her thoughts. But, it could work in her favour. She carefully pushed her drink behind her elbow, hoping it wasn't too late to hide, and her friend followed her lead.

She turned toward the man, a cheap grin plaster on her face. "Hey . . . Buck," she spoke slowly, as if it'd somehow make him more agreeable.

"Hey there, princess," he grinned. Hat on his head. "Wanna explain this to me?" Pointing lazily to their gathering.

She shrugged, attempting to act nonchalant. Because admitting your wrong would confirm it's wrong. "Nothin special, we were just leavin', in fact."

A scoff blew past her ear. "The hell we are." The lap she sat on stiffened beneath her, tapping his feet–once, twice–in a show of impatience, and rocking her body in the process. The man then whispered in her ear. "Who is this guy anyway?"

She inclined her head, nervous eyes avoiding the big cowboy that stood imposing at the end of their table, and murmured a quiet reply over her shoulder. "No one. . . in particular." A lie, of course. "Let's just go."

The cowboy chuckled. "You're not leavin' with him, you're leavin' with me." That drawl could make the most steeled stumaches jittery with butterflies. Her friend must've felt it too by they way she squirmed in her seat.

She had to screw her eyes shut in a moment of contemplation. Why'd he have to be here tonight? Why'd they have to go to a bar he frequented?

She looked back at her friend with panic in her eyes. Boy, were they in for it. She could think of nothing else then to simply ask nicely, hoping it'd appeal. "Please, just go."

He smirked, putting a hand on his hips and showing a stern but playful disposition. "Your daddy know 'bout this?" He tipped his hat in their direction.

She pinned him with her eyes, narrowing them with independent annoyance. "Im my own woman, B-"

'What's it to you?' The guy beneath cut her off.

Bucky switched his attention to the guy, and she could feel him shrink a little under Bucky's gaze. "Hell, no need for that tone! I was just sittin' with my buds over there." He pointed to the group of men Buck came with, no doubt to put some pressure on the poor guy. From the looks of it, they'd been listening in on our conversation, and now waved to her, idly laughing at the situation, ready to jump in at any moment.

She shyly waved back, a tight smile on her lips.

"See, I just saw your little group havin' a grand ol' time over here and wanted to join you," Bucky laughed. "And when I noticed that fine woman in your lap, I thought I'd have a chat with her." He disguised it well, but she could hear the anger beneath his humoured exterior.

"You two know each other?" The guy asked, I'll at ease.

"Well enough." Bucky took a moment to look her over, a scan for any harm. But his eyes stuck on the short skirt and thin shirt. If possible, he looked even more bothered. "Wouldn't you say, sweetheart?" He glanced at her, and she could see the danger that lurked in his eyes. It began to dawn on her more and more how knee deep in trouble she was.

She cleared her throat, a nervous blush creeping up her cheeks. "Mhm," she hummed. It felt like he could see through her.

The guy's hand slunk to the bare skin of her thigh, attempting to mark his territory when seamingly he'd decided his dislike of the situation. "Huh, what's with the hat anyway, you some kind of sheriff?" He asked. But cut Bucky off as he was about to answer. "Either way," he waved his hand dismissively. "She's fine where she is. She can make her own decisions." And just like that, he'd successfully stolen the point she'd been trying to make.

She shook her head. Stupid, stupid boy.

Bucky's face hardened, any sign of humour gone from him. "I assure you, I dont need a sheriff's badge to take her home, It's within my right." He braced his hand against the table, leaning closer to them.

Her uterus roiled at that. 'take her home'

"Now, get that hand off of her, boy." He snarled, annoyance and authority resounding in his voice, promising a solution to the mans cocky demeanor. "She ain't yours to touch."

"Why?" The guy asked. "She yours?" His hand slid higher, squeezing her thigh, challenging the much broader man.

She exhaled, releasing a frustrated hum in early defeat, he'd doomed them both.

The cowboys jaw tensed. Silently, but undoubtedly steaming, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and pushed them above his elbows. The veins on his forearms pop from strain, knuckles turning white from his fists clenching. "Fella. . ." He began, calming his composure, then pointed two loose fingers at the girl in the mans lap. "Had she been mine, you'd be on the floor already. Now, that girl, ain't of drinkin' age, neither is she to be touched by a slimy bastard like yourself."

Fuck, so he did see the drink. She shook her head again, warning him. "Bucky. . ." A very bad attempt at dissuading him from doing whatever he was about to do. She could almosy feel the guy beneath her sink into the booth they were sitting in. Perhaps he had some sense after all.

Her friend grabbed her arm, loosely yanking on it as her anxious eyes flickered between the men in conflict. She herself sitting in the lap of the guy's friend, who was preparing to step in if necessary. "We should go before this gets ugly," her friend whispered.

"Respectfully, ma'am, she ain't going nowhere without me." The cowboy opposed, directing his attention to her friend.

No, no, no no. . . Dread filled her, he'd drive her straight home to her parents.

Bucky's eyes fell back on the guy, now shrunken and small under his gaze. "So. . . Stand up, 'n leave, boy," he spoke with the authority of a sheriff but stood with the confidence of an outlaw. "There's no need for altercations, I was enjoyin' my night. N' I don't wish that to change-"

"I'll call on the bouncer," the guy shot out, his face probably as pale as his overly white and fragile shirt, pointing to a man behind the cowboy. Her eyes followed the steps down from the seating area, and through the dimly lit dive where a big man stood posted by the door. The guy beneath her then glanced at his friend across from them, both extending curt nods to one another.

She wanted to wretch, he was acting a coward and standing up to Bucky with the threat of enlisting two other men to his side. She sighed loudly, making a point for him to hear as she eyed her friend. "Well, I sure know how to pick em'." And her friend, inspite of the commotion they found themselves in, covered her mouth in snicker.

Bucky narrowed his eyes in a second of silent fury, then answered with a laugh, not missing a beat. "You mean that bouncer?" He asked and turned around, calling a greeting to the bouncer, who in turn tipped his hat with a smile. The type of gesture that indicated a longstanding friendship. "We're well aquainted," Bucky grinned. "But im sure he'd love to sort this situation out."

If they had any sense at all, the two men would leave with what little dignity they had left and realise that they were already outnumbered inspite of being 2 to 2.

"Leave, girls," the guy easily dismissed them.

She gave him a pointed look, flashed her eyebrows, and jerked her head to the side in a 'you had it coming' motion, and then grabbed her friend's hand.

"Asshole," she sighed and steered them out of the booth, taking the cider in her other hand. Silly as she was, she thought she could simply leave, perhaps just slip by Bucky. But no, his strong hand grabbed her bicep as she passed by, and set his blues deep into her own. "Wait by the truck, I'll drive ya' home." He said, looking between the two girls.

"Fine . . . " She sighed.

"N' dont even think of running, cause I'll catch ya'," he warned, and she rolled her eyes inspite of the burning that settled in her core.

She tried to yank herself free, but he didn't let go. "What? You wanna hear a 'yes sir'?" She dared the words, teasing, as nervousity built in her gut.

His eyes searched hers, a slow grin spreading over his lips as he leaned closer, bending down to whisper in hear ear. "Dont get cocky with me, girl." And his hand began sliding downward, making her shiver, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch.

She swallowed, that tone, the hat? God. Her uterus purred, and in a sudden surge on confidence, she answered. "No, sir."

He grabbed the glass bottle from her hand and grinned, taking a sip. "Good, girl. Now go." And pointed to the door.

Would it be wrong to say she started salivating? His words, together with his lips making contact with the same surface she had? There was something about it, something that made her . . . Pulse.

Bucky whistled and his friend–the bouncer–came bounding up the steps, him along with the group of dad's and bucky's friends only a few steps behind.

The bouncer tipped his hat to her and her friend in passing, a smirk on his lips. Nice to know there was still some gentlemen in the world.

She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He was quite handsome too.

"Dont even think 'bout it," Bucky warned.

She rolled her eyes, and then they were finally on their way out, meeting Bucky's group of friends on the way, all nodding and greeting her. "Tell your daddy we missed him tonight." One said, and they all chuckled.

The girls hurried off, giggling. But anxiety lingered in the depths of her chest. Those men were rogue witnesses in all of this.

As she held the door open, voices raised behind them. She could see the crowd turning to look in Buckys direction, anf she herself followed their gazes. And found them just in time to see Bucky's knuckles collide with the jaw of the guy she'd spent her night on, sending him sprawling.

-

Plunging into the deep night, the cold swept over them. "He's hot, ain't he?"

She didn't want to answer, or simply didn't want to admit it and just gave her friend a look of understanding.

"God, I was ready to pounce on him the second he called me ma'am."

The girl understood that too.

-

After about ten minutes wait, Bucky emerged from the bar. Unscathed, apart form bloody knuckles and dark cloud around his head. Before even saying a thing, he'd already removed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "I only got one of them. Apologies, ma'am," he told her friend and opened the truck door for them both. "The truck'll warm you up."

"Thats ok, thank you," her friend answered, and the girls shared a knowing look. Their thoughts connecting in fiendish collectivity.

"Alright, get in. We'd better get goin'."

-

The ride was relatively quiet. We knew better than to anger him further. Anxiety was growing within her, though, she didnt wanna know what would happen when her friend was let off.

"Text me ok? I'll se ya' later." Her friend said, eyeing Bucky. She leaned her head through the open window of the truck. "But- let me know how that goes," she whispered. "And good luck." She raised her eyebrows with a smirk on her lips.

The girl rolled her yes. "Sure will." And with one last wave, they were off.

-

When there were only the two of them, they could say whatever they wanted with confidence. But so far, there'd only been a few sighs and breaths of shared irritation. Neither of them were particularly pleased with the situation.

But she wanted to be the first to speak. "I'll be 21 in a few days, Buck."

"Doesn't mean you have good judgement."

She bristled. "I'm not a little girl anymore!"

" 'Course not, I can tell by the way you dress. That what a grown woman look like to you?" He nodded to her body, barely covered apart from his thick jacket over her torso.

She pulled it closer around herself. "Like what exactly? What do I look like to you? A slut, a hooker?" Her face stung from embaressment. She felt like a child again, being berated for something she wasn't able to puzzle together by herself.

He clicked his tongue, jerking his head to the side. His patience was running thin. "Dont twist my words, doll. I'm callin you careless."

"That dont matter comin' from you, you're not my daddy." She knew the comment would get a rise out of him, because she knew he'd ment no ill intent, and she knew he cared for her. But she was mad, and so was he.

"No, n' you should thank fucking god he wasn't there to bust you. I was the better option, I can promise you that."

She exhaled a frustrated breath, turning her attention toward the windshield. Watching droplets of water paving their way over the condensation covered glass. "You weren't the only one to bust me, though, were you?" She spoke lowly, feeling like a coward for even asking. "The boys gonna say something?"

He gripped the steering wheel harder, his roughed up knuckles tearing. "I told em' I'd take care of it." It must've stung, but he took no notice. Other things pestered his mind.

Worry mixed in with all other emotions as her gaze drifted to his hands, and her mind immidetly moved into recovery mode. "So what's that mean, you gonna tattle on me now?"

He looked over at her, brows furrowed right beneath the rim of his hat. He couldnt begin to understand her. "That all you care about?"

"Right now? Well, yeah. I dont want a scolding."

"All grown and still daddy's little girl, worried about his opinions."

"And if I say yes, what then, girl?

"I dunno, m' gonna have to convince you not to."

"Like you convinced that guy to buy you beer, huh? What'd you do, flirt with him? Give him a handjob, suck him off? What did I miss before catching you?"

Her mouth hung open in disbelief. "You fucking asshole!" She shook from anger, she never expected words like that to be thrown at her. Especially not by him. But she'd get him back, there was no reason behind her actions now. "Maybe I would've, I even bet it would've worked if I'd asked you. Right? You would've just loved having your friends pretty daughter gettin' you off, huh!" She half shouted the last sentence, her chest heaving with effort and fury.

"That's enough." His tone was unforgiving, shooting a sense of reality back into her.

"I'll shut up if you answer the god damned question Buck, would it have worked?"

But Bucky didn't answer, his jaw clenched and unclenched, biting back his words. If she thought the silence had been bad before? It was deafening now.

After calming down again, her words hit her like a freight train. She always had a friend in Buck, but now she wasn't sure. The words that'd been thrown back and forth had set them off balance, their entire relationship was on unsteady ground. Something had been rewritten in the rules between them.

There'd always been attraction, but that wasn't something they ever spoke of. They'd always been close, good friends even. But now, something had changed. And it made her feel sick. She'd had an ally in him, but now, she wasn't so certain.

After a long whole of shutting her mouth out of stubbornness, the fate of her father finding out was worse, so she broke. "Please don't bring me home, Buck. Dad'll throw a fit." She tried to smile, to soften her voice. But it felt wrong.

After a moments uncertainty on her part, and strained breathing on his, he spoke. "Im not makin' the detour, you can sleep at mine, that was always the plan anyway." He admitted, sounding utterly tired.

And now she felt extremely guilty, eyes studying him as he gripped the steering wheel harder. Her gaze drifted over his body, his face, his hands. Stopping on the roughed up and bloody knuckles. He'd beaten that guy for her. Out of jealousy, or simply because he was protective?

She turned away, her chest feeling hollow and followed the birches and sprucetress as they flashed by the truck. Their colors and textures blending together as they met the dark consistent sky above them.

Bucky's house was dark, he only lit a few tablelamps when they arrived. It was better that way, she recognized herself here, within the gloom and the safety of his home. It was second to her own.

"I'll get your something more comfortable," he said, his eyes avoiding her clothes, her body as a whole and disappeared into his bedroom.

Was it because he thought they didn't fit her, or the opposite? Had he been mad at himself for being attracted to her?

She nodded slowly, calling out to him, "we should do something about that hand of yours."

"It's fine, I'm fine." He said, re-emerging, meeting her eyes. "Here," he handed here a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, most likely too big for her. "I'll take the couch, n' you can take my bed."

She nodded again, and headed into the bathroom.

Buckys t-shirt was longer on her than the skirt she'd worn, so she opted out of the shorts. Luckily findig a roll of gauze in the bathroom cabinet.

She emerged from the bathroom, a pair of panties and the oversized t-shirt the only things on her body. "You want something to-" Bucky paused as she rounded the corner, and suddenly she herself stopped short–caught off guard.

Bucky stared at her, and whatever he'd been about to say was lost the second he looked up. Bucky cleared his throat, and with the weight of a 15 year long friendship on his shoulders, his eyes stayed glued to hers.

Inwardly, she smiled and hoped the lowly lit livingroom couldn't reveal the blush on her cheeks. "Found some gauze," she held the roll up, indirectly asking for permission to bandage him.

He opened his mouth to decline, she could even see his head begin to shake in dismissal.

But she cut in before he had the chance. "Just let me help, you can be mad and still let me help."

His eyes hardened, but hesitantly, he nodded all the same. "Im fine, doll."

She raised her brows with skepticism and made her way toward him, the fabric of buckys shirt doing its best at showcasing her breats.

Bucky clenched his fist in an attempt to control himself, he winced, the wounds on his knuckles re-opening.

"Yeah," she scoffed. "Sure seems fine to me." And placed herself infront of him. From his position on the couch, he had to look up at her. At that, a flicker of heat blazed in her core. Oh, those eyes. His big, pleading eyes, all sad and hurt. Did he want her gone or want her in some other way?

She kneeled, settling between his thighs and grabbed his hand. "You don't got to be so stubborn all the time. . . Just wanna help you." She wrapped his hand carefully, enjoying every second of his corse skin over hers. Once done, he tried flexing his hand, and winced again. He still hurt, that much was clear, but was too proud to admit it. "Want me to kiss it better?" She joked, hoping it would lighten the mood. But he did that thing again, where he said nothing, and instead clenched his jaw, as if holding back a yes. So she took her chance.

Keeping their eyes locked, she brought his wrapped knuckles to her lips, and kissed them through the bandage once, then moving further up to kiss the softer skin of the back of his hand. Again, his eyes were pleading, and he moved the hand to cup her cheek, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. She took it as encouragement and kissed his palm, his wrist, his forearm. She stood up on her knees, kissing his bicep and reached for his shirt to pull him closer. She cupped his face and brought him inches from her own, nuzzling her nose against his.

Finally, when her lips reached for his, he pulled away. "Stop, stop," he nudged his forehead against hers. "We can't," he moved his lips away, cheek to cheek, he kissed the soft spot in front of her ear. "We can't."

"Cant, or wont?" She asked dully.

Those pleading eyes were back, begging her not to make him answer that question. She nodded absentmindedly, pulled into her thoughts. She stood up and moved away from him, his hand sliding down her arm and locking around her wrist, stopping her. "Dont leave."

"I'm comin' back."

After a few minutes of bustling in the kitchen, she returned to him. Sidling up next to him on the couch, her curled up legs lulling into his lap as she handed him a whiskey glass, then cradled her own. He whispered a thank you, looking into her eyes, and she whispered a you're welcome, looking into his. Then they sat like that for a while, quiet, unmoving. Bucky's hands finding their home on her legs, glas in one hand and her knee in the other. Somehow, this wasn't crossing a line for them, this was their normal, this was something not even her family questioned, this was them.

"Im sorry, doll." he said finally. "I never meant to imply-"

"It's ok, Buck." He opened his mouth to speak again, but she stopped him. "Really, It's fine. I'd rather not dwell on it."

Another moments silence passed between them, it was uncomfortable, but the unsaid lingered in the air like a thick wall between them, and hung over them with the threat of smothering. "We need to talk about us."

"I didn't like the way he was touchin' you," he said, choosing the topic before she had a chance at it. If he had to approach them, he would do it indirectly. "It didn't look like you were enjoyin' it."

Her eyebrows raised, "You would've punched him even if I were enjoying it." She commented sourley.

He squeezed her knee, gently rubbing circles into the skin beside. "He acted like he owned you," He turned his unscathed hand upside down, brushing his knuckles up and down her sensitive skin.

It all went straight to her head, veins throbbed with heat she didn't know she could feel. All brought out by a single touch of his hand.

But she wouldn't let off. "And what do you 'spouse beating him for it is?"

He stayed silent, his hand turned again, this time to grab her soft flesh, squeezing it with purpose. Much like the guy had done, but this felt different. This felt good, real good.

She swallowed, closing her eyes to focus on the words she needed to say. "What made you think you had the right? If not that I already belonged to–" she stopped, and their eyes met in a quick glance.

He let out a frustrated sigh. "I was only protectin' you." He defended, but it didn't quite sound like he believed the words himself. Nor did she. But if he wasn't ready to see it as it was, she wouldn't pressure him.

Instead, she laid her head on his shoulder. "It shouldn't be this hard."

He shook his head, the words seemingly struck a cord within him. For he sat insilence, pondering, a long while. "I would've said no, you know. And it would've killed me." She looked at him strangely, forgetting what he was referring to for a moment. "I would've said yes, if you hadn't felt forced to it, like it was a last resort to keep your secret."

Oh. . . "Had I wanted it, you'd said yes?" She stared unbelieving into the dark space infront of them.

"Nothin' could stand in my way." He slid his hand further up her thigh, fingers exploring the skin just beneath the hem of his/her shirt.

She sat up straight to look at him properly, she couldn't tell if he was serious. "You want me?"

"More than anything," his voice was breathless, barely a whisper. His index and long finger reaching further up, exploring more than he'd ever dared. "Cant even explain how many times I imagined you gettin' me off after you said it. How much I hated the thought, the sight of you with that guy, his hands all on you."

A pang of need shot through her. She put her whiskey down, and braced her hands against his chest. "But why tell me now, whats changed? Whats changed in this last hour?" His fingers rubbed the skin of her hips beneath her panties, sending shivers running over her body, shivers she'd only previously dreamed he'd be the cause of.

"You're right, it shouldn't be this hard. I'm makin' it too hard." His hand slid to her waist, still invisible to him, but no longer untouchable. Magnetically, they were pulled together, faces inching closer and closer to oneanother.

"And what about daddy?" It was becoming hard to focus, she wouldn't stop him for the world. Bow, they were close enough to feel the dampness of their breaths.

His hand continued exploring farthur up, fingertips finally reaching the soft, plush flesh below her breast. "Your daddy ain't here, is he?"

She began shaking her head in disbelief, lips brushing against eachother. "Dont promise something if you can't follow through."

His hand stopped, "I can, please," he begged, waiting for her go-ahead. "I can. . ."

His words vibrated against her skin, electrifying her body. "Fuck," she moaned, he's right there. Right, there, infront of her, for her. "Then do, please do, Buck."

And just like that, both hands were beneath her shirt, pulling her into his lips and squeezing her breasts.

Breathless moans filled the silent air, they tore at eachother greedily. Pulling and pushing eachothers bodies, fighting to get Bucky free of his clothes.

Snaking one arm behind her back, he guided her down onto cushions and placed himself above her. Still clothed by jeans, he rolled his hips against her core, grinding the rough fabric against her barely clothed clit. This, is what she had been craving. The exact static friction, the heat and movement between their bodies producing all the pleasure she needed. She moaned heavily, beacause still, she wanted more. Pulling her legs up and her panties off, she wordlessly signaled for him to do the rest.

With a groan, Bucky dove into her neck, kissing and sucking, all the while he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off together with his boxers. No time was wasted, he lined his member up with her core within a second, prodding and teasing at the opening. "Please, please, please." She sounded desperate, but fuck, she was. And feeling it was worse then sounding it.

"Yes ma'am." He said, and thrusted into her. A gasp escaped them in unisome. With the arm still around her waist, he pulled her into his hips, his body straining as he delved deeper inside her than she thought possible.

"Yes. . ." She whined. "More."

He kissed his way up her throat, their hips freed and collided into eachother with steady, strong thrusts, pushing her deeper into the cushions with every rut. Nothing could compare, he was unparalleled. Bucky, despite what he was already achieving, kissed his way up her neck, unfaltering in his duty.

Her hands found his face, cupping it and bringing him back to her, and their lips met again. "Taste so sweet," he murmured, sinking his tongue into her. The salt of her skin mixing with her saliva. "Want all of you."

She smiled against him. "Harder."

He did as ordered, keeping his pace and adding pressure. "Yeah," he moaned. "Being so good for me, girl." And pulled her deeper onto his member. Her breaths grew rapid and shallow, fingers clawing at his back as she had nowhere to go, all pleasure directed straight into her. "Close, so fucking close," she cried.

"Good," he chuckled breathely against her skin, and that was a she needed. Her back arched in euphoria, and stars stung her eyelids, speckling the darkness. "Good job, sweetheart. Just breathe," he continued thrusting into her, softly, easing her through the orgasm. "Good girl. Well done. . ." He whispered, kissing her jaw. The stars began fading and she regained her senses, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Beautiful, girl." He moaned, still rutting into her, chasing his own high while wiping the tears from her face. Her body began tingling, on the vege of breaking down.

"Dont know how much more I can take, Buck." She kissed his cheek, focusing on the skill of his lips.

"Almost there, almost. . ." he moaned, increasing his pace. The slickness of her core created a sickening sound together with the slapping of their skin. It was heavenly, but she could feel the pressure building within her again.

"Mmmh, m' gonna cum again, please buck, dont stop."

He didn't, he continued, intent on coming together with her. He bit into her lip, causing her to yelp and yield the hold on his face and licked a trail down her chest and breast, then taking it into his mouth. Sucking and slurping in an insane rythm with the slapping. "Yes, yes! Fuck, Bucky." she called out, and Bucky pulled out of her.

Coming only a second after, his seed spilling over her abdomen. "I love you, I love you." He moaned with faltering breaths, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of her, kissing every part of skin that he could reach.

Holy shit? "I love you too." She smiled lazily, drunk off of her two consequent orgasms. Laying her hand on her stumache, she felt his sticky substance coat her fingers.

His eyebrows knit together in guilt. "Sorry 'bout that sweetheart, I'll get a towel-"

She grabbed his bicep and shook her head, locking her eyes onto his as she brought the fingers to her lips and licked them off, popping them in her mouth to suck them clean.

Bucky stared, unable to form words.

"Cat got your tongue, cowboy?" She asked, a coy smile on her glistenting lips.

"Fuck," he awed breathlessly. "I just love you." He whispered, lowering himself onto her once again, this time striking his tongue into her core.

-

[buckgasms]

Okay but cowboy!bucky TeAcHiNg you HOW to cum on cue.... 🤭😈

(P.s. love ur writing!! Especially this cowboy kick ya got me on lately) 😆

Nonnnnie ✨✨✨

This has been on my mind because I need to get it just right (meaning filthy) and I think I've got it!

Hope you enjoy 🎉 also this picture 💦💦

I'm picturing you sitting between Bucky's thick thighs, his ankles hooked over your legs keeping you wide open to his hands and whatever other toys he has to hand.

And I also like the idea of him tying a very soft rope around your neck that he tugs gently on to literally rein you in when you start losing control.

"Easy baby, not yet... Gotta wait until I say so" he growls in your ear, as you whimper and pant in his arms.

He swirls his rough fingers around your clit painfully slowly, as he kisses your neck so gently. It's absolute torture.

"Tell me, think you can hold off again? Think you can be a good girl for me one more time?"

You emit a sob and drop your head back onto his shoulder. You don't want to hold out. You feel like his body is going to explode. It hurts how good he's working your body. But you do want to be good. You need to be good for him, because if you aren't, you won't come again for days.

You groan but nod, your hands gripping his forearms as he hums his approval.

"Atta girl... Not long now. Just wanna see you get there one more time for me..."

He sinks his fingers into your drippy hole, the noise sounds lurid in the quiet of the room. He curls his fingers round and uses his thumb to swipe on your clit making you jerk in his lap. The rope tightens slightly around your neck to steady you, but in reality it just turns you on more.

"Bucky.....I can't...." You beg and squeeze at his arms as he flexes, making your vision go white.

"Hold it baby....can feel you squeezing me there, don't give in just yet..."

You exhale a sob and beg him for mercy, aware that you have very little control over your body anymore. He relents and chuckles, pressing a kiss to your tear stained cheek.

"Good job, didn't take long that time huh? Think you might be ready now..."

He manoeuvres you onto your back and presses your legs against your body, settling himself and taking you in.

He wraps the rope around his hand a few times, shortening the gap between and pulling your head upwards a little so you are guided to watch as he sinks his thick cock into you.

Despite his preparation the stretch still makes you hiss but it's divine and you whine as he holds himself there.

"Gonna count down baby girl, just from five. If you come before I say five I'll stop and I'll put you in the stocks outside for everyone to see what a selfish girl you are. You hear me?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and nod as he punctuates his threat with a smooth thrust.

"Please Bucky, please...."

He chuckles and begins thrusting properly, and you hear him start at one in-between the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your skin.

"So fucking good for me baby... That's two already..."

You sob as he pushes your thighs wider and grunts a three, but you can feel the rush of pleasure coming too quick. And the idea of punishment only serves to turn you on more.

"Bucky, please I can't...need to please...."

He can sense your urgency and thrusts harder, adding a four to the mix.

"You're gonna come for me now ok baby...five."

He flicks and fucks you and with the relief of permission your walls clench down on his, and the coil in your belly snaps, sending a mind blowing orgasm that rips through your entire body.

You are slightly aware of him groaning and emptying into you, but you are unable to focus beyond the pleasure of shooting through you, making a mess of him and the bed.

You lay shivering on the bed as he removes the rope and pulls you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses and muttering praises into your sweaty skin.

"What a good girl you are... So proud of you baby..."

You hum and smile, managing to meet his lips in a messy kiss, clinging to him as your body relaxes from his ministrations.

[bigtreefest]

Cowboy dad Bucky 🥺🥺🤠

Pairing: Cowboy!Bucky x Nanny!Reader

Warnings: None.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two weeks. 

Two weeks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mz. Bitch's Masterlist-Bucky Barnes

A masterlist specifically for my Bucky Barnes (and Sebastian Stan) stories. Hopefully it won't get too full too quickly again!

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Due to inline link limits, please click on the story name to start reading and follow the chapter links. Thanks little darlings! Love y'all!

*Oneshots Sex Pollen My Alpha Got Nothing On You +parts Movie Night Please Come Back Vibranium & Stainless Steel Shy Dream Girl A little help from my friend Angry baby? Throw It in the Dishwasher +parts The Boss +parts I.T. Time to Heal A Very Cutesy, Very Demure Halloween Regrets & Apologies Quite a Workout +parts Overheard Oh Sister Let's Go Down Little Sea Storm I may be a real bad boy...but baby I'm a real good man +parts Zhihn moya Flirty A Bumpy Ride +parts Fire! Lots of Love +parts Things Are Not As They Seem It's Been a Long, Long Time La Muerte Deja Vu Soldat Blood and...Balsam? +parts Slow, Sexy Mornings Moody Bucky Made of Dreams One bed +parts This is the last time Doll It's Cold Outside Fake Out +parts The Dangers of Dream Walking Pookie *SMACK*

*Series Breaking the Class Ceiling **Finished Bucky Barnes is a middle class clerk. He needs to marry well to take care of himself and his father. Y/N Y/L/N is the heir to a millionaire fortune, who is blunt, no-nonsense, flirtatious, and looking for a partner. Everyone is vying for her hand. Can Bucky ever win?

Pretty Pointy Smile **Finished Bucky was born different, and has been judged for it ever since.  His father has had enough and sells him to the circus.  The acceptance and love of his newfound family, and the beautifully fierce ringmaster, help him realize he’s not the monster everyone else made him out to be.

Sugar Mama **Finished Bucky is overworked and struggling to get by.  The bills are piling up and he’s consistently in the red with no end in sight.  Y/N is a billionaire’s daughter, entrepreneur and philanthropist having a hard time finding true friends or love.  She has a proposition for him.

Marriage of Convenience **Finished Y/N’s father is gone, and he leaves it all to her.  But in 1880s Oregon, she can’t own land without a husband.  Under the threat of it all being taken away by a land hungry Sheriff, what’s a girl to do with no prospects?  Maybe one of the cowboys on the farm can help…

The Temptation **Finished Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants.  So why does this fallen angel tempt him so?  You cannot serve two masters.  Will he choose God, or his heart?

Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons **Finished Princess Y/N has a secret that her parents are ashamed of.  A conquering Viking chief recognizes the gift she has.  Will they be able to bring peace between warring people, and maybe find love along the way?

Stranded **Finished Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island.  Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive.  But is he really alone?

The Fuck Up **Finished Bucky fucked up.  A few times.  Will his best friend ever be able to forgive him?

Naughty Nanny **Finished Bucky had a lovechild from a one night stand.  He barely even remembered it, and was surprised to find a baby on his doorstep 9 months later.  But one look at that little girl and he knew she was his and that he’d die for her.  The only problem was, he knew nothing about babies, and being an Avenger meant he couldn’t just drop everything and be a dad full time.  Then he found the perfect nanny…or so he thought.

Run, pretty girl, run **Finished Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray.  The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives.  Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with.  Will they make it before she goes into labor?  Or at all?

Pretty P.A. **Finished Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion model agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her. 

The Gorgon **Finished The village nearest the mountain by the sea has a generations-old tradition of offering sacrifices to the monster in the mountain to gain favor and keep its wrath away from the people.  Every person starting from the age of 15 has to take a turn in making the journey up the mountain to the mouth of the cave once a year to drop off the gifts…and it’s a journey that some never come back from.  Y/N took her turn when she was 15, and now the rotation has come back to her again.  If the gift isn’t given by the autumn solstice, there’s no telling what harm the creature will wreak onto the people.  With a seemingly insurmountable obstacle in her way, will she make it to save her and her people?  Can a monster have a heart?

Dreamboat **Finished Y/N, her brother Steve, and his best friend Bucky all moved out West for a new start after Y/N was almost caught up and hurt in a rival gang fight.  Steve wasn’t in shape to fight in the war, but Bucky was drafted.  While out West, Y/N finds herself in trouble again from the local bar owner.  Steve is suddenly drafted for an experimental division of the army, but leaving Y/N alone isn’t an option.  Bucky comes home needing help, and Steve comes up with a crazy compromise. 

Sweet Pumpkin **Finished Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues.  It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself.  He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended.  Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?

Yes Mama **Finished Bucky Barnes has made quite the name for himself in the underground mob boss world.  But he’s not the boss.  Just the face of the Family. 

A Pirate's Life for Me **Finished Captain Bucky Barnes and his crew on the Armored Star are the most fearsome pirates in the known world.  They’ve given the British fleet a run for their money as they try to free the enslaved and take from the rich, but they could have never guessed how the British empire would retaliate against them.  When a new pirate ship appears and lays waste to all in its path, will Bucky and his crew be ready for the wrath of a woman scorned?

The Witch and The Doctor **Finished Bucky thought he could make a difference, getting a medical license and trying to change people’s minds.  But the 1600s New World is a harsh place with cruel people.  After being accused of witchcraft he makes a run for it, facing the dangers of the woods and the rumored witch that lives within them.

Sugar & Spicy Books **Finished Y/N is an accomplished writer who is newly divorced, and out of fear of the unknown, moves back to her small hometown she swore she’d never come back to.  She comes across her best friend that never left, who helps her out of a tough spot.  Will old feelings arise?  Or is she just too big for such a small place now?

The Professor's Aid **Finished Bucky has one last year left of college.  He has tutoring/teacher’s aid credits he needs to fill to graduate, no matter the subject.  He applies to be the Women’s Studies professor’s TA, thinking maybe he can skate by easily, until he meets the no-nonsense, large and in charge, pretty as sin professor who is hotter than expected.

Marriage Problems **Finished They’ve been married for 19 years, their 20th anniversary coming up soon.  Older, busier, and stuck on the repeat of their daily lives, Y/N and Bucky are struggling.  Their marriage is good, but feeling rocky the last few years as they’ve settled into this stage of their lives.  Can they get their spark back?  Or is it better to do the unthinkable, and move on without each other?

The Thousand Yard Stare **Finished Bucky Barnes has served his country well, and at a great personal cost.  After being rescued as a prisoner of war, he is struggling as he gets back into civilian life.  His newfound PTSD is severe.  His friends and family try to help, but he needs a lot more than they can give.  His mother signs him up for a Veteran recovery home, where he meets people struggling just like him, and the home director who has her own dark past to deal with.  He might just find love along the way as he searches for peace.

Barnes Bakes **Finished A new, overly chipper neighbor moves in and disrupts Bucky's life. She's on the hunt to find his favorite treat in exchange for his help, and along the way a great friendship is made. But one night might just mess it all up.

The Favorite **Finished Bucky Barnes, the big boss of the crime underworld, is notorious for his unhinged behavior and punishments.  There’s not much that can fully set him off, unless someone messes with his favorite…

Yuletide **Finished Mr. Strange and his nephew Mr. Barnes were…different.  The little town of Concord, Massachusetts isn’t used to the pharmacists’ strange ways, with rumors swirling of wizards and magic spells.  Y/N doesn’t believe in any of those old folk tales, but does feel a pull towards Mr. Barnes, despite his standoffishness.  Maybe his heart will melt during the most wonderful time of the year.  Or maybe she’ll fall head first into a fantastical world she never thought possible. *Set in early 1800s America

Stucky *Oneshot Three's Company

*Series Emerald Hallow **Finished Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good. And he's not the only one who smells it...

Sebastian Stan *Series A Patient Man **Finished Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

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I've been obsessed with Orville Peck last couple days and someone once said that one of my Bucky drawings resembled him, so here's the big deal

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Now if this isn’t the ultimate cowboy au material

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