A/N: Sorry if it a bit short, I haven't feel alright the last week's, tired, no motivation at all, work and more.
(Also this place take right after infinity war/endgame
Rewatch it like last week and decided to make a fic but it went down hill,so sorry if a bit over place.)
Have a great day/night
Last night a heavy snowstorm was in the town, around five am you got up and made you ready for the day at the stable. The traffic was very quiet for a busy morning, the sun shining between the trees.
When you got to the parking lot you noticed a motorcycle that you knew. You ran immediately through the door and saw your husband Bucky Barnes staying there right in front of you.
You went into a hug, you never had hugged him like this before, like he has been missing for five years. You felt tears running down your cheeks, you hope that this moment never ends.
Bucky: Someone misses me.
You just nodded and tried to calm down.
Bucky left the hug and started to look around the stable.
Bucky: huh.. so you're into riding now?
You: well.. I really didn't know what to do, when you blip so instead of being depressed, I decided when not trying out something that will help me bring on my feet.
You: Wanna go out for a ride maybe?
Bucky: me? Riding a horse.. I don't think so.
You: Oh come on now!
After some talking, you finally win.
You made your way into the horse, made one ready for Bucky while he watched every movement, and learned how to saddle up.
You lead the horse to the nearest paddock.
You: I want your left foot first on the stirrup and then you swing yourself.
You hold onto the reins, and walk around the paddock before you leave the reins and let Bucky do everything on his own. The hours were very friendly and you knew that you could leave them two alone.
But you stayed mostly because of everything that happened and you really didn't want to lose Bucky again.
After a long day, you and Bucky were in your apartment, eating dinner and talking about everything that happened in your life the last five years.
Summary: You're a police officer in a small town where James 'Bucky' Barnes is a notorious rancher. Someone steals some of his cattle and you are tasked with finding out who would be so brave to steal from him.
Content warning: Language, rancher bad boy Bucky, talk of gunfire/shootout.
Type of Bucky: Rancher Bucky who's a little morally grey
"This is the fifth call to his ranch in two weeks." You grumbled to your partner, Officer Scott Lang.
"Another disturbance?" He asked, flipping through his notes from a few days ago.
" Who knows. Those ranch hands of his get into scuffles all the time. I hope it's not something else."
"Why would anyone mess with his ranch?"
Scott sneezed, wiping his nose. He was allergic to all things horses and hay. Poor guy.
You turned into the entrance to Thunderbolt Ranch and drove alongside the beautifully manicured road.
Everyone in town knows James 'Bucky' Barnes runs things the way he wants, when he wants, and how he wants. They also know not to mess with him, his ranch, or his men at any cost. Reports and accounts detailing land disputes along with 'staffing differences' with the grumpy ranch owner have their own separate filing cabinet at the station, so you're certain this will be another report added to it once you were finished.
You looked out the window of the patrol car and took in the rolling hills, winding gravel roads, and pristine wood fences that surround the large front lawn. Large barns, various sheds, fences, paddocks, trails, and trucks with their trailers hitched up were sprawled along the west side of the property.
You had to admit, Thunderbolt ranch was a beauty, albeit for the problematic owner.
You stopped the patrol car and got out, stretching yourself before shutting the door.
"Hello." You waved to Sam, the head ranch hand.
He walked up to you and took his hat off before shaking your hand.
"Thanks for coming officers."
"What seems to be the issue today?' Scott asked, getting his notebook out.
"Cattle theft. Made off with 50 overnight."
You walked to the back of the large estate to where a group of men stood in a circle on their horses; some were standing to the side.
You saw James Barnes sitting on his horse off to the side. He wore all black making him look dangerous which you had to admit, almost made you stop and gawk at him. He was watching you intently with his blue eyes and black cowboy hat lowered as you approached.
"Ma'am." His ranch manager Steve Rogers tipped his dusty brown cowboy hat at you.
"Hello." You smiled politely.
You've been an officer for almost a year in the small ranch town of Winterville. Mostly, you dealt with petty theft, traffic accidents, property disputes, and a few drunken cowboys at the local 107th bar in town on Friday nights.
Theft of cattle was a new one for you.
"When did you notice?" Scott asked, then sniffled and let out a sneeze.
You saw Bucky roll his eyes at your partner but didn't respond.
"This morning. We went out to do a count of the herd before moving them to the back summer pasture by the stream. Saw we're short and that's when we called you."
"How do you know the exact number?" Scott was busy writing notes. He sniffled into his tissue then pocketed it.
"We count them." Steve said like it was the most obvious.
"Anything unusual you've noticed? I'm assuming this happened overnight. Do you have any cameras on the outskirts of the property? Broken fences? Damage to access points to the pasture?" You asked.
The corner of Bucky's mouth rose ever so slightly at your questions.
"No ma'am. No cameras in the fields, only on the houses, outbuildings, and barns. No broken fences, but there's an entry point in the south summer pasture where the rest of the herd are. Noticed some double tire tracks leading up to it. None of us have been there with any vehicles since the rain last week. Think they had trailers set up on the access road to haul them away."
You looked around, seeing a few of the workers nod in agreement.
"Do you have any issues or disputes with your neighbours? Other ranchers in the area?"
Bucky scoffed, glaring at Scott who sneezed yet again.
"Can I see the pasture?" You asked.
"I can show you." Steve said, mounting his large brown horse.
A small utility cart was parked to the side, and a worker was heading towards it.
"Come on Captain." Steve said to his large chestnut horse who easily moved at his command.
"Hang on." Bucky's deep voice stopped everyone. "She rides with me."
Your eyebrows rose at his words.
"I-I've never ridden a horse; I don't know how." You felt silly admitting you've never ridden a horse in front of all the workers, but no one said anything. They were all looking at their boss.
You saw Bucky smirk.
"Faster this way. You can see things better and riding a horse is the only way. Which is why you'll ride with me." Bucky insisted.
You looked at Scott who shrugged and was taken to the barn for more questioning of the hands. It's probably best since his allergies are causing him issues today with the constant sniffling and sneezing he's doing.
You watched Bucky easily dismount from his large black horse, putting the reigns across the seat of the saddle. He turned and stalked towards you; his black leather chaps were dusty and well-worn from years of work.
"Come." He pulled off a glove and reached out a calloused bare hand to you.
You eyed him but took his hand in yours while his workers watched. Your face was flushed as he guided you to his horse.
"This is Winter."
You were hesitant but Winter bowed her head slightly towards you, watching you with her curious eyes.
"You can pat her."
You slowly moved your hand and placed it on her thick neck while she leaned into you.
"She likes you." A deep voice said behind you into your ear. You smiled and moved your hand up and down her neck.
"She's beautiful."
You heard a soft chuckle from Bucky who said, "You hear that girl? Don't let that get to your head now." The horse whinnied slightly at Bucky's words making you chuckle.
"She's a princess." He said, guiding you to the saddle.
You adjusted your belt that held your gear, unsure of how you were going to hike your leg up without looking like a complete moron.
"Foot in here." He pointed to the stirrup.
"I'll help you."
He placed your hand on the horn of the saddle and stood close behind you. The heat from his body combined with the morning sun made your skin flush red. You took a step up and in one swift movement, Bucky had easily lifted you into the saddle. Winter stood patiently waiting and never moved apart from a few twitches her ears were doing.
"Oh!"
You grabbed the horn of the saddle and was frozen in place. Bucky easily got up and into the saddle and sat close behind you, his large body framed yours as he adjusted himself. Every time he moved it made you very aware how large and close, he is to you.
His body was pressed against yours which felt like a warm shield behind you. You looked over to the barn where Scott was, and he was watching you with a smile on his face and a tissue in his hand.
"Let's head out."
Bucky grabbed the reigns and Winter took off with the rest of his men following. The sudden movement jolted you slightly.
"Hold on." His voice whispered into your ear.
You held on for dear life as you made your way to the pasture where the cows were. You had to remind yourself you were working, and not on some joy ride with a handsome rancher but it was proving to be difficult.
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Bucky ran his ranch with an iron fist, keeping his workers in line and giving them freedom. Freedom that has caused visits from the law due to some men not being able to control themselves lately. Between the fighting and bickering at the bunkhouse last week to the theft of his cattle, he was at a new level of stress and annoyance.
This loss will total in the millions if he can't find the culprit and get his cattle back. Finding good workers who were trustworthy and wanted to work was hard and he was determined to get to the bottom of finding his missing herd and stopping the scuffles. The only saving grace for him was seeing you at his home and work.
If it wasn't for his unruly ranch hands, he would never have spotted you.
He first took an interest in you when he came to the town a few months ago to bail out one of his workers. Sam and Steve were both dealing with the foals and bunkhouse issues, so he decided he would be the one to pick up his worker from the station. Bucky walked into the police station where you were at and froze in his tracks. You sat at a brown desk on an uncomfortable looking metal chair while a few of the other officers stood around and chatted.
He eyed you up in your police uniform and immediately liked what he saw. He had paid the bail money for his ranch hand and got him out of the overnight hold he was placed in not before you turned and made eye contact with him.
He saw your eyes take him in which made him smirk to himself. He liked having your attention and when he left, he tipped his hat at you which made your face flush. In asking around, he learned you were the new police officer in town from the big city and more than likely had never been on a ranch in your life, but he's determined to change that starting with this little ride.
He's been admiring you from afar for so long and when he finds something he wants, he takes it and makes it his.
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"There." Bucky's voice cut through your thoughts.
You looked over and saw grazing cattle in the lush field. You surveyed the pasture and didn't notice anything suspicious.
Bucky brought you to the fence so you could see, then the area where the road is.
"I'd like to get down."
You turned slightly, not aware of how close he was. Your nose almost brushed against his pink lips, sending shivers down your spine.
"Of course."
He guided Winter to the side and easily got down. He reached up and had his hands around your waist and helped you down, causing you to let out a small squeak when your feet touched the ground. You stood straight and brushed yourself off for something to do with your hands.
You looked around the entrance point to the pasture, noting the tire tracks and the smaller tire tracks, confirming their earlier assessment of someone using trucks and trailers. Bucky followed close behind you but didn't say anything. His workers were also looking around on their horses and had spread out, riding along the fence line when one of them waved you over.
You walked up and saw some cigarette butts in the grass.
"None of my men smoke." Bucky's deep voice cut the silence.
You snapped some photos and picked up the butts, placing them in a bag.
"Look over there." Sam pointed to a deep tire track.
A broken piece of a licence plate was laying in the long grass. The last two numbers showed 17, so you photographed it and placed it in another bag.
"Let me see if I can try and run this trailer plate. It's not much but it's something. And just so we're clear, this isn't yours?"
"No sweets."
Bucky leaned against the fence and observed you work.
You stumbled at his words but kept looking with Sam.
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"Let's head back. I think I've got what I need."
You turned and headed towards Thunder while the rest of the workers headed back to the ranch. Bucky reached for you and put his hands on your hips, helping you up into the saddle, with him following.
His big hand came around your stomach and held you firmly in place.
"Do you have to leave so soon?" His voice sounded behind you.
Thunder took off at a gentle pace with you hanging on.
"The sooner I get back to the station, the sooner I can find out who did this."
You noticed Bucky took the long way around the cattle instead of the short way the other workers went. You saw a small creek to the side and noticed the view, which was stunning.
"Do you like it here, on my ranch?" He asked.
"It's very beautiful."
"Mm mmm." He replied.
You felt his arm squeeze you around your waist when you replied. You looked over at the cattle and saw they were all grazing, content to relax in the wide-open pasture.
"I'll call your cell when I find out more information."
Bucky smiled to himself knowing your number and Sam and Steve's were the only ones programmed into his cell.
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"How was your horseback ride with the big bad rancher?" Scott asked when you got back to the station.
You glared at him and then found your desk, flopping down on the squeaky metal chair.
"Shut up." You ran a hand over your face then proceeded to start writing the stolen cattle report for the Thunderbolt Ranch.
"I've lived here all my life, and I've never seen Barnes like that."
"Like what?"
You stopped typing and looked up at him.
"Completely obsessed with you."
Your face turned a million shades of red.
"Did you find anything out from the other ranch hands?"
Scott smirked at you changing the subject, then flipped open his notepad, flicking through the pages.
"Not really. No one knows of a motive or suspect, but I found out there was a skirmish at an auction a few months ago between Barnes and Rumlow."
"Rumlow?" You wondered who that was.
"Yeah. Brock Rumlow. He has a ranch about the size of the Thunderbolt on the opposite side of town, well away from it too. Place is called Hidden Hydra."
You hadn't heard about this Rumlow or his ranch.
"That's a stupid name for a ranch." You muttered, searching the database for any records of this Rumlow fellow and the ranch.
Surprisingly, reports popped up, with the most recent one being a few weeks ago. Officers Stark and Parker got the call there was a disturbance with Rumlow and the other ranches in the area.
"Do you want to go and check it out?"
"Maybe worth a drive but you should take some allergy medication." You held out a packet of pills you kept at your desk.
Scott rolled his eyes but grabbed a few pills from you and downed them.
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"This place is eerie." You said, pulling up to the Hidden Hydra Ranch.
The main house was dark and had shutters falling, and the barns seemed deserted and in desperate need of repair.
"Is this even the right place?"
You looked around.
Unlike the Thunderbolt, this place seemed abandoned and neglected.
You saw a man sweeping out the shabby looking barn.
"What can I do for you?" He said, leaning on the broom.
"We're officers Lang and Y/l/n. We were in the area and came to check on some things. Is the owner around?"
The man studied you both with keen eyes before he shrugged a shoulder.
"Rumlow's over there." He pointed through the barn to a paddock where a man was on a grey horse, watching a brown horse exercise in the paddock.
"Officers. What can I help you with?" Rumlow smirked, leaning forward in his saddle.
"Just wondering if you've heard anything about some lost cattle in the area." Scott asked.
You watched Rumlow while Scott spoke with him. He was handsome in a rougher way than Bucky with dark hair and eyes but there was something untrustworthy about him.
"Can't say I have."
"Where were you last night?" Scott asked.
Rumlow's eyes blazed at the question.
"I was here all night."
"Is that so? Do you have anyone to vouch for you?"
Rumlow snorted.
"Like I can recall the name of the woman who warmed my bed last night. You can probably find her at Commandos If you want."
Gross.
You weren't prudish, but you didn't feel like driving the 20 minute drive to the strip club on the outskirts of town.
"Mind if we look around a little?" Scott asked, placing his notebook in his pocket.
"I do."
"Very well then."
You took your time getting back to your car, making sure to take in as much as you could.
"This place gives me the creeps."
"Me too."
You both shuddered, then drove back to the station.
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A few days had passed since the cattle theft, and you were not any closer to finding the culprit. Talk in the area was, Rumlow was behind it, but no one could prove it. You had a warrant to search his lands, but you didn't see any of the cattle from the Thunderbolt.
Other ranchers in the area were on the lookout for the missing cattle, but there wasn't any sign of them.
"50 cattle just don't up and disappear. Someone knows something."
Scott looked up from his sandwich.
You were looking over the recent property survey of Rumlow's ranch compared to the geographical map and something didn't add up.
"Look here." You pointed to the back pasture.
"The map shows a whole separate pasture here but according to the land survey, that land isn't part of his ranch."
"Who has the piece of land behind him?"
You thumbed through more paperwork and found the owner.
"Alexander Pierce."
Scott shrugged. "I think he's old though. I've heard Rumlow wants his land."
"For what? Have more creepy land to leave barren?"
Scott snorted.
"We didn't even see any other animals on Rumlow's ranch. Does he even have any cattle?"
"Supposed to be. Somewhere."
Scott flipped through paperwork on the Hidden Hydra ranch.
"Want to head out there?"
"We're going to have to."
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After digging, much to your disappointment, Rumlow's paperwork was all legit.
"Shouldn't this case be passed onto the feds? Someone higher up?"
"Pfft, they could care less about 50 stolen cattle and besides, we don't have any fancy city detectives here to take over, so it's us, and it's not even busy. We can figure this out."
"Fine."
You sat back and groaned. You had your eyes closed when you heard some voices at the entrance to your station.
"Ma'am."
A deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
"Bucky?"
Bucky stood in your police station holding his black cowboy hat. His black t-shirt was stretched over his wide chest, and his jeans were well worn with his black cowboy boots.
"Was in the area."
You saw him look around your desk and lean against it.
"You were?" Scott blurted out.
"Had some business to attend to here then I thought you may want to go for lunch before I headed back, you know, update me on the case."
"Business?" Scott looked between you and the rancher.
"Umm, well..."
"Go and eat something. We have another six hours until the end of our shift anyways."
"You sure?"
"Take an hour. I've got some filing to do anyways and it's quiet. I'll radio you if I need you." Scott insisted.
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You found yourself at the diner in town, sitting in a corner booth with Bucky unusually close to you. You held the menu up and looked it over, trying to distract you from his closeness, but you were failing.
Every shift you did on the red pleather seat made you painfully aware how close he was to you and how you should slink further from him, but you couldn't. You didn't need gossip from the town about the new officer and surly rancher.
"What are you getting?" You asked.
He smiled at you and pointed to his coffee cup.
"That's it?"
"I ate earlier."
"But I thought...you came in...and said..." You stammered as the older waitress came up to your table.
"What can I get you honey?" She peered over her dark framed glasses at Bucky.
"Nothing for me, but the officer here is hungry."
The waitress looked over at you and waited for your order with her pen ready.
"Clubhouse and fries."
"Anything to drink?"
"Iced tea is fine."
"Alrighty then." She grabbed the menus and left your table.
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"So, you have an update on my missing cattle?"
Bucky leaned back in the booth and watched you. You seemed nervous while you fiddled with the paper straw, then moved on to organizing your cutlery so it sat just so.
"No update, like I said earlier this morning with my phone call."
Bucky took your phone call while he was drinking his third morning cup of coffee. He thinks it's cute you're keeping him informed of something he already knows. His men told him last night they found the missing cattle on Pierce's land. He has a plan in place to get them back, but he wasn't going to mention that to you. His plan involves things the police don't usually approve of.
"I'm certain Rumlow and possibly Pierce have something to do with it, but I can't figure it out. I have no proof of anything yet."
Bucky hid his smirk behind his coffee mug as your food was brought out.
"Oh? Why's that?"
You looked over at him like he grew a third eye.
"Please. According to reports I've read, you boys have all been bickering with each other for years. There's bound to be some animosity between you and cattle theft seems like a possibility that was coming."
You finished adding black pepper to your sandwich then took a bite.
"Boys?"
Bucky found that part amusing while you finished with the ketchup. You swallowed your bite then rolled your eyes at him and said, "Fine, men. But I'm right though and you know it."
Bucky knows it's not Rumlow. The sketchy fucker is twisted, but he's not the one behind this. Pierce is. His men told him Pierce owes a fuck ton of money to a loan shark and is looking for a quick way to pay them, which the cost of his stolen cattle would cover.
Bucky's plan is to storm in and take them back. He's got extra trailers and men arriving in a few days so they can get them back at night. He may also have access to weapons, but again, police don't usually take too kindly with how he handles his business.
Bucky snuck a few fries from your plate which made you chuckle after you finished your sandwich.
The waitress came by and dropped the bill off, which Bucky quickly snapped up and took care of, dropping more than enough cash on the table to cover it and a generous tip.
"I could have expensed that." You scowled at him.
He only smirked and put the receipt in his wallet and helped you out of the booth. A few of the townspeople watched as Bucky placed his hand at your lower back to guide you out of the diner. No doubt the talk later will be the aloof rancher and new officer starting something.
Can't wait to listen to the gossip mongers about this.
He walked you back to the station and stood in front of the main doors.
"I'll let you know if there are any updates on the case."
"You do that."
"Ok, well, have a nice night."
Bucky smiled and said, "You look real pretty in your uniform officer."
Your face flushed at his compliment.
"I'm working..." Was your lame reply.
He shot you a wink, then he turned and headed to his large black ranch truck. You peeked over your shoulder as you made your way into the station, and he was watching you from the driver's seat. He gave you a nod and another wink before he fired up the truck, and you went inside the station to finish the rest of your shift.
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"All set then?" Bucky asked Sam and Steve from behind his brown wooden desk. He had been slightly delayed in planning but tonight was the night.
"All set. Trailers and men are waiting as we speak." Steve said with Sam nodding.
"And the officers?"
"Shouldn't be a problem." Sam said.
"Shouldn't be?"
Bucky's eyebrows rose at his lead ranch hand.
"We've got some decoys in the bar to cause a distraction to tie them up."
"Good."
Bucky found out your shifts had switched from day to night, so he had to make sure you would have something to keep you occupied when his mission was taking place. He didn't want to involve the cops and more importantly, he didn't want you to get injured or hurt. He knows you can hold your own and you're fully trained, but he'd never forgive himself if something happened to you like getting shot because of him.
"Good. Get set and I'll be there soon."
Bucky shoed them out of his office then leaned back in his leather chair and looked out of the window. This was going to be a long and dangerous night, but he was certain it would work and he would get his cattle back. That and his real estate agent and lawyer were working on securing more land for him once this was all over. He'd buy up as many parcels as he could if it meant Pierce or Rumlow wouldn't get their hands on it. He'd drive them out of town eventually.
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"Disturbance at the 107th" Your dispatcher said over the radio.
You looked over at your partner.
"Probably involves a pretty girl, some cowboys, and too much to drink." Scott sighed.
"I guess we're going to the 107th".
"Yippee."
Scott rose from his chair. You left the station to head to the bar. Your shift had just started, so a rowdy night at the 107th would be a nice start to it.
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"On my count." Bucky spoke into the radio.
His men were in position and surrounded Pierce's land. The cattle were grazing in the field; unaware they were about to be transported back to the rest of their herd.
"Go!" Bucky said into the radio.
Truck lights illuminated the gravel road and men quickly pulled up to the gate, cutting the fence and locks while a bunch of his ranch hands stormed into the pasture to round up the herd. As soon as they made it to the herd, gunfire sounded, spooking the cattle.
"Fuck!" Bucky yelled from his horse.
"What next?" Steve yelled over his shoulder.
They were expecting there to be gunfire, just not THAT much. Pierce's men were hiding behind trees and small outbuildings as they fired bullets on Bucky's men. Their trailers were waiting while Sam and his team corralled the cattle, but they had to stop because of the bullets.
A large black helicopter swooped down causing Bucky's men to disperse among the pasture.
"Fucking shit, he has a helicopter now?"
Bucky cursed as he rode next to Steve, dodging bullets and whipping sand and debris from the blades.
"What do you want to do? We've lost the element of surprise."
"Not like we had it to begin with." Bucky muttered his reply.
Just as he stopped, a bullet whizzed past him and caught him on the bicep. He could feel the trickle of blood run down his arm.
"Fuck!"
"You, ok?"
"Just a graze." Bucky winced.
A few cattle made it out of the pasture and onto the trailers, but it wasn't enough.
"Anyone hurt?" Steve asked over the radio.
He heard the replies come in and apart from some minor scrapes and grazes, none of his men were injured badly.
"Let's go back, before anyone calls the police." Sam said over the noise.
"As much as you want to see you're pretty officer, we should call it a night and try again."
They turned and headed back.
"FUCK!" Bucky cursed.
His plans were foiled which means one of his men is to blame. He already has plans forming to question his men and find the mole.
Bucky HATED losing but more importantly, he HATED losing to Pierce. He grumbled but gave Steve the nod to head back to the ranch. He didn't want any of his men injured or worse and he especially didn't want any calls to come into the station for gunfire on a supposed abandoned piece of land.
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"So, you decided to punch him instead?" Scott asked the cowboy who sat and was holding a bag of ice to his cheek.
"Easier than pulling a gun on him." He shrugged.
You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at the young cowboy.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that."
"Your boss isn't going to be pleased you were in here causing trouble."
You looked around the rowdy bar. Friday nights during the summer were loud and you were usually called to settle down scuffles and police the crowd when it was closing time. The young cowboy's eyes flashed a little when hearing his boss' name but he quicky composed himself.
"Come on then."
"But why am I the one to leave, he started it." The cowboy whined.
You looked at the other guy who was holding a bloody bar towel to his face, looking worse. You're certain you're standing on a few of his teeth that were knocked out in the scuffle.
"Gotta take someone and besides, the paramedics are taking him away for stitches and observation for a concussion." Scott shrugged and hauled the cowboy up, cuffing his hands from behind.
You made it to the station where you processed the cowboy and placed him in a cell to cool down and rest until the morning. You were not looking forward to making that phone call to his boss, but it had to be done.
"Coffee?" Scott placed a cup in front of you.
You took a sip and coughed a little.
"Jesus, what is this?"
"I added a double shot of espresso."
"Warn a girl next time Lang." You continued sipping the strong drink and went over some reports.
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"Just getting some air." You said as Scott waved to you.
You stood on the steps of the station and looked up into the sky. It was early morning and the sun was about to rise. Apart from the scuffle at the 107th and babysitting the cowboy, the rest of the night went by without any issues, so you were thankful for that.
You had a few days off after this shift, so you were looking forward to it when you heard what sounded like mooing.
"What the hell?" You muttered, walking down the stairs.
You looked left down the main street but didn't see anything so you looked to your right and froze.
"Are those cows?"
You stepped close and saw there were cows standing on Main Street. What looked to be about 40 cows stood grazing on the main street. Some were eating the flower displays outside of some businesses and others were nosing the pavement.
You ran a hand over your face and headed back to the station to tell Scott.
"There are cows on Main." You pointed to the door.
Scott looked at you funny and chuckled. "I think you've had enough espresso for tonight."
Scott rose and placed your empty cup in the trash.
"No, seriously. There are cows on Main, look." You pointed through the window where a few stood.
"Holy shit." Scott got up and walked out, looking at them.
"Where did they come from?"
"No idea."
"Do you think they're the missing ones from the Thunderbolt?" Scott asked.
You looked at them and saw their tagged ears.
"I'm not sure. I don't now how to read those tags."
"Call Bucky and see."
"It's early..." You noted the time was 5am.
"He's a rancher, Y/n. He'll be up, trust me."
Scott started corralling the cattle as they wandered the street.
"I'm sure he'll know what to do with them even if they aren't his. We can't have people waking up to cows on their morning drive."
"Good thing it's Saturday." You muttered, heading inside to call the rancher.
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"To what do I owe the pleasure of your call so early in the day officer?" Came the deep voice on the other end.
The man sounded fresh as a daisy.
"Cows."
"Come again?"
"Cows are why I'm calling you. They are all over Main Street. Want to come by and corral them for us?"
The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds before he spoke.
"We'll be there shortly." Then the call ended.
"Any luck?" Scott yelled to you as he faced three cows head on.
"I think so. He should be here soon."
"Thank god." Scott was shooing them to the side to let a car slowly pass. You saw it was a nurse at the hospital who must be starting her shift. You waved to her and she waved back, a little concerned on the number of livestock in town.
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You helped corral a few of the herd, but it was no use, they weren't listening and the street was too wide when you heard thundering in the distance.
"What's that?" You squinted and saw a few men on horseback coming into town.
Bucky was leading the way on Thunder. He wore his signature black cowboy hat and his black t-shirt, chaps, and boots while he steered Thunder, Sam and Steve followed on their horses. A few trucks towing trailers were behind them when they stopped in front of your station.
"Ma'am." Both Sam and Steve tipped their hats at you as Bucky dismounted.
"Figured we could use the help and you're the only one I know who can herd them." You pointed over your shoulder. The day shift was arriving to the station so a few more officers were around for assistance.
"We got this." Bucky winked at you while he turned and got his men together for their plan.
You watched but noticed something was off. Quite a few of his men looked tired, and some were bandaged up, nursing some wounds including Bucky.
You watched as Bucky gingerly moved his left arm when he was steering Thunder into position. Was there another scuffle in their bunk house? Bucky turned and faced you, holding Thunder's reigns.
"Are you ok?" He asked, looking at you.
"I'm good. Scott's trying to make friends with that one." You pointed to where your partner stood and was reaching out in the hopes to pat it.
Bucky rolled his eyes at your partner.
"Seems like you got some guys injured. Everything ok over at the ranch?"
You leaned against a light post. Bucky's eyes flashed at you before he smiled.
"All good on our end."
"So, are they yours?"
Bucky noted the tags on their ears, and they were in fact his missing cows. They must have wandered from Pierce's land after their attempted raid a few hours ago.
"Seems like it."
His men worked behind him in corralling the cattle, some were on the trailers, and a few were left on the street. Bucky was his usual calm, but you noticed the dark circles under his eyes. Bucky got called away to one of the trailers, so you watched him get on Thunder and head to where his men stood.
A few early risers in town were standing on the sidewalks and were filming the cows being herded and corralled with rope and horses. Even though your town is small and made up of mostly cowboys and ranchers, it's not everyday you see cows grazing on the main roads.
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"We're going to head back. These ones match our numbers, so it looks like you found my missing cows." Bucky winked at you making you blush slightly.
"Well, happy to help."
You knew something had happened. Cows didn't just appear on main street overnight. Bucky was up to something, and you were going to figure it out.
"Oh, one of yours is in lockup. Skirmish at the 107th last night."
"Oh?"
"Do you happen to know anything about that?"
"No ma'am."
"Do you want to get him and bring him back to your ranch?"
"Keep him. I'll send Sam here once we get the cattle back and settled."
"Ok. Well, good luck getting back to your ranch." You gave him a nod while he took the reigns and turned around.
He looked at you over his shoulder while you got Scott and headed back into the station. Your shift had ended and all you wanted was a shower then your bed. You'd spend a little time later trying to figure out what had happened, but first, you needed to get home and rest.
You watched Bucky and his men drive the small group of cattle out of town towards his ranch, in awe of how they all worked together to get the cows moving in the right direction.
A little dust and some dirt kicked up from the road, but you didn't mind. Seeing Bucky in his element on his horse holding a rope in his gloved hands was something else.
"All good then?" Scott joined you on the steps of the station.
"All good Scott. See you later." You waved to your partner who left for his apartment.
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After a quick shower and a much needed nap, you sat in your home and went over the missing cattle case. Something wasn't right in your mind, but you had no clue what it was. You decided to head to the Pierce ranch to see if you could see anything you missed.
You parked your car and sat in front of the locked gate. You noticed it was locked tight, but the lock was shiny and new; not an old one like you would expect to find. You also saw more tire and trailer tracks than usual followed by hoof prints in the sand.
Something wasn't right.
You didn't enter the property, but you peeked over the fence, spying a few empty bullet casings on the grass.
"What happened here?" You said, picking up a shell.
You sniffed it and it was freshly fired. It wasn't unusual to find shells on a ranch, but this seemed a little too much of a coincidence. You got in your car and headed back home, seeing a message pop up on your screen.
Scott had texted you saying the missing cattle were all accounted for, so the case was going to be closed when you started your next shift. He also texted you a document that showed the small strip of land belonging to Pierce had been sold and quickly transferred to the Thunderbolt ranch.
It seemed to work out a little too fast and easy in your mind. You decided to head to the Thunderbolt Ranch, telling yourself you were only going to see how the cows were settling and not to visit the handsome owner.
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"Hello."
"Officer, what can we do for you?" Steve asked.
Him and Sam leaned against a metal paddock where a horse was being led around on a rope.
"I was wondering..."
"He's in his office in the main house." Sam pointed to the large house where a large set of double doors was that faced the back end of the property.
"Go through those doors and turn left, you can't miss it." Steve smirked, adjusting his hat.
"Ok, thanks."
You gave them a small wave and headed towards the main house.
"Hello?" You said, closing the door behind you.
You stood in what looked to be a large living room with the biggest stone fireplace you had ever seen. Comfortable looking black leather couches faced each other where a large stuffed buck was mounted on the wall. Roughened barn wood floors with rugs, more stuffed and mounted animals adorned the walls with large scenic paintings and a tapestry hung. You looked up and saw a large chandelier in the centre of the room that was ornately carved, looking slightly medieval.
"Woah." You said before you found the doors to the office where Bucky was. You walked up and knocked on the wood doors when you heard a voice tell you to enter.
You saw Bucky sitting behind a large wood desk. His black cowboy hat hung on a wall hook and the windows overlooked the large barn and paddock area where you were a moment ago. You saw Steve and Sam were still there and they were talking to a man who stood in the paddock. Bucky didn't say anything when you walked in, he sat back and observed you.
"I-I...well...I wanted to come by and..." You mumbled, feeling uneasy with the way he was looking at you.
You cleared your throat and snapped out of it.
"I mean, I wanted to come by and see how the cattle were doing. My partner said the cows were yours?"
You fidgeted with your hands.
Bucky pushed back from his chair and rose, coming around his desk so he was closer to you. You noticed his left bicep was bandaged. He leaned against the desk and folded his arms over his chest.
"They are."
"And they're all accounted for?"
He nodded once.
"Good, good then."
You felt silly for coming by his place of work and home. There was no need, but something was pulling you to him.
You had to know.
"How did they escape?"
"Cows can be tricky."
You eyed him.
"I went by Pierce's. There were fresh hoof prints and trailer tracks. The fence was locked with a shiny new lock..."
"Must be doing some work there."
"Must be."
"Why would there be a new lock on it? How would the cows get out?"
"No idea what you're talking about. Do you think the cows opened the lock on their own and escaped all by themselves? Busted the old one so there's a new one in place?"
Bucky was amused at your questions.
"Well...no...I...uh..."
He uncrossed his arms and stood straight, taking a step towards you.
"Where were you all night?" You asked looking at his bandaged arm.
"Who wants to know?"
"M-me..." You said, standing straighter.
No amount of police training could prepare you for the way Bucky Barnes makes you feel as he prowls towards you.
"I was here all night, being a good boy." He innocently said, placing his hands in his pockets.
You snorted at his reply which made his eyes go wide before he composed his features.
"You were here. All night. Being a good boy?" You questioned him.
"That's what I said, officer."
He reached out and played with a strand of your hair.
"Your arm..."
"Hazards of the job."
"I'm not here on police business." You reminded him.
"Because you're not wearing your hot little uniform?"
Your face burned red.
"I-I just want to know..."
"Know what?"
He stepped close to you, so he was right in front of you. You could smell the scent of leather and rope on his skin.
"Did you have something to do with the cattle being on Main Street this morning?"
"Now, that's a loaded question sweetheart."
You looked up into his blazing blue eyes.
"Did you?" You asked again.
"No." he said, letting go of the piece of hair he was toying with.
You looked at him closely.
"Sweetheart, how would I know where they went? I'm just a simple rancher." He shrugged, amused at your little interrogation.
There was nothing 'simple' about James Barnes.
"I know that land was sold to you."
He seemed bored with your questions.
"I've been meaning to buy that parcel for a while. Ask my real estate agent." He shrugged again.
Clearly you weren't getting anywhere with him.
"Your men were injured..."
"Everyday scuffles doll, ranch hand stuff we handled here ourselves." He winked at you.
Your full filing cabinet at the station says otherwise.
"Want to know what I think?" You asked.
He seemed amused and nodded.
"I think you had something to do with the escape." You tapped your pointer finger on his firm chest.
He kept his facial features blank, not giving anything away.
"I think you went in balls blazing and took them, guns and all but it failed."
Bucky had no reaction to your investigation.
"Do you now."
"Yes."
"That seems highly illegal officer and quite dangerous."
You gave him a look which made him chuckle. You were about to remove your finger when he quickly snatched your hand and held it in his.
Your eyes widened at the quick maneuver.
He laced his fingers with yours and pulled you to his chest.
"Oof..." You exhaled.
He straightened you and was now holding you close.
He leaned down; his lips were close to your ear.
"I think you shouldn't worry about all of that. In fact, I think you should just sign off on the whole thing and chalk it up to a minor inconvenience, nothing more than an honest mistake by my men and their lack of counting abilities due to them being simple ranch hands and all."
His words sending shivers throughout your body. He ran his hands up your sides, then down, squeezing your hips. Your body was pulled close towards his, so you were touching.
You knew you wouldn't get anywhere with the rancher but you're proud of yourself for trying.
You separated slightly and smiled up at him.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you. You saw his lips smirk as he licked them, waiting for your next move. You could feel every hard inch of him and had to remind yourself to hold back. You ran a hand through his hair on the back of his neck, seeing his eyes flutter at the sensation you gave him, using your nails to scratch through his thick hair. You could feel his body shudder slightly at your closeness and he leaned in close to you.
You gave him a sultry smile and leaned up, getting close to his ear and said, "I know exactly who you are James Bucky Barnes and I'm not going to rest until I find out what happened. You can patronize me all you want with made up stories and bullshit, but I will find out the truth, mark my words."
You placed a kiss below his ear which you're certain he felt since his body shuttered and his hands tightened on your hips.
You backed out from his embrace and turned to head to the door. You looked over your shoulder finding him still standing where you left him breathing heavy, then you sent him a wink before you left and headed home for the night.
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James 'Bucky' Barnes was a man used to getting what he wants and when he wants it. If he wants to play his little games, you can play along with him just as well. Perhaps charges won't be laid once you find out what happened, but you can be certain this wouldn't be the last time something like this happens.
Now, all you have to do is go home and take a long cold shower because...damn.
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A/N - I don't have plans for a part 2 or to continue this storyline at the moment, in case anyone was wondering or hoping. I will always have a few cowboy/rancher stories in my a/u's so there may be more like this story coming.
Rhett was never one to back down. So naturally, when he looked over just to see you watching him saddle up with your legs spread just enough to show off what was under your skirt—he knew exactly what he had to do.
Twenty minutes before he had to be ready for the rodeo he had his sweet girl under his tongue.
He called it his “pre-ride routine”.
Your panties were clutched in his palm, your skirt pushed up to your stomach, and his face buried between your thighs like he belonged there. Rhett was good at doing what he loved—and he loved doing you. It was second nature by now.
He groaned when your fingers tugged hard at his hair, growled a low “mm-mmm” as a warning when you tried to wiggle out from under him. His grip only tightened on your thighs, holding them firm against his stubbled cheeks, adding some extra friction. The lace panties he held were imprinting a little floral pattern into the flesh of your thigh.
It didn't take long.
Not when he curled two fingers into you, hitting that perfect spot like he always did. You finished with a gasp, and still, he didn’t stop—not until he was sure you were cleaned up perfectly. He moaned and hummed like he was tasting dessert, dragging his tongue through your folds.
And when he finally pulled back, lips wet and flushed, he gave you a lazy little smile—not cocky, just boyishly content.
“Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me sweetheart,” he mumbled against the plush of your thigh before pressing a warm kiss to the skin.
He rose from the bed with a soft grunt, grabbed his hat from the corner of the headboard, and set it low over his eyes. You laughed, heart still thumping, as you tugged your skirt back into place and looked around.
“Rhett have you seen my underwear?” You asked, narrowing your eyes.
He didn’t answer. Just pulled the lacy scrap out of his pocket and held it out like bait.
“Rhett,” you warned, reaching for them.
But he snatched them back with shit-eating grin and leaned in to kiss you, quick and hungry.
“Uh-uh,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours, breaths still ragged. His pupils still blown out with lust. “The only thing that’s going to be between your thighs tonight is me.”
You let out a breathless laugh. “You’re gonna carry those around today?”
He smiled. “For good luck.”
Which brings you to this very moment.
You're on the sidelines, perched behind the rail with your legs lazily crossed, still a little dizzy from what he did to you. Rhett’s down in the dirt, saddling up his bull. When he glances your way, his eyes wash over you. Now your legs are parted just enough for him to get a good view of what's between them, his lips twitch as he climbs his bull and he tips his hat at you with a familiar nod.
That nod always meant he was about to do something reckless.
And hell if it didn’t work. His ride was one of the best anyone had seen—nearly 20 seconds before he was finally thrown off. The crowd boomed. His name shot to the top of the leaderboard and the announcers lost it over the speakers.
He won.
You clapped along with the rest of the crowd, grinning from ear to ear. But then Rhett did something that made your blood run hot.
With the crowd still howling, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a familiar piece of floral lace. Your panties.
And then—he waved them in the air like a victory flag.
The entire arena erupted. Cheers, whistles, laughter, applause. A few people in the front row looked at you and hooted, pointing between you and Rhett.
You groaned, hands flying up to cover your red-hot face. But even through your fingers, you couldn’t help but peek at him—grinning like the cocky son of a bitch he was, looking right at you.
“You are unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath, laughing despite yourself.
A woman near you leaned over with a smirk. “He always like that?”
You couldn’t help but smile, cheeks burning. “Only when he wins.”
And God, did Rhett Abbott win.
But standing there with your cheeks flushed and your thighs still tingling, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Because everyone already knew you were Rhett Abbott’s girl.
But now they knew just how crazy you were about each other.
And judging by the way he looked at you as he climbed over the railing, victorious and hungry all over again—they were about to find out even more.
When he reached you, all dust and denim and dizzy from the high, Rhett stopped short just to look at you.
“You always look this pretty when you’re embarrassed?” he asked, brushing his knuckles across your cheek.
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you said.
He kissed you like he needed it—slow, but full of quiet desperation.
Hello my friends,My name is Bilal Ahmad.I am reaching out to you as a citizen of Gaza who is suffering from severe injuries and critical health conditions that threaten my life every day. I sustained a serious injury to my eye and urgently need another surgery to save me from the risk of permanent blindness.
In addition, I have a disability in my left hand. Most critically, I suffer from a severe abdominal injury that has greatly damaged my intestines, leaving them unable to function properly. My condition continues to worsen, and the danger to my life increases with each passing day.
Given the current situation in Gaza, it is no longer possible for me to receive the complex medical treatment I urgently need in a safe and complete manner. After God, my only hope is your support and kindness.
I humbly ask for your help. Please be the light of hope that allows me to reach Egypt and receive the medical treatment I desperately need in its hospitals so that I may recover and regain my health.
Please hear my voice and give me a chance to receive treatment and a humanitarian opportunity to pass through. Even a small donation can make a difference and help cover my medical care.
Thank you in advance for your generosity, compassion, and support. I am deeply grateful for any help you can provide.
💔 From Gaza… where suffering has become daily life 💔
I am from Gaza — a father whose only goal is to keep his children alive.Our home was destroyed 🏚️,
and we no longer have a place to shelter.We move from one place to another, searching for safety, warmth, and a piece of bread 🍞.
My children go to sleep hungry 😢,and my wife and daughter were injured and are still living with pain 💔.
There is no work, no income, and no certainty about tomorrow — only fear.In Gaza, we do not dream big dreams.We only dream of a day that passes in peace 🌅,
a meal that fills our children’s stomachs,and a night where they can sleep withouut the sound of bombing.This is not just a story of sorrow,but the testimony of a human being trying to survive,clinging to life despite everything.Gaza is not numbers.
Gaza is faces, children, and hearts that grow tired — but never surrender 🇵🇸
Clark Kent having yearly heat seasons?? Def not from my own kinks about breeding or anything-
I need ur opinion bout this, definitely for science purposes teehee
[explicit 18+ desperate heat hc’s] clark during his heats is a whole entirely different beast in bed. like. he’d normally hesitate before starting a round, kissing and teasing his lady’s neck at first to see if she initiates more to go further. when he’s in heat he establishes a safe word that means full stop and he respects it without a doubt, but if he doesn’t hear that safe word he goes hard. he’s getting his cock free no matter what time of day it is, he’s rutting it up against his lover like he’s on autopilot and wouldn’t fully be aware or conscious that he’s doing it. his body just takes over and leaves him in the backseat. when she’s not home he ruts himself against furniture, their couch pillows, blankets, slap himself up against the hard granite of the counter and making himself leak everywhere just to feel something. because his dick can’t take not having attention during these heats, it’s unbearable to feel the cool air and nothing else.
and he cums ungodly amounts too, like, splatters a mess and will keep fucking even after his nut, busting another, and another, and another. she tries to suck him good and deepthroat as much as she could to satisfy his poor aches but even after he cums she knows she barely scratched the surface of that need growing inside him. she takes a little bit of time off work to bounce on his cock for an entire afternoon, whimpering and wetting the sheets while clark is still stuck with an angry, determined furrow in his brow that showed precise focus and that he was not close to stopping. his final load is always climactic, bursts of thick white spilling everywhere he can’t control, his screams and howls unabashed while he gets sweat and cum everywhere - keeps pounding her pussy through his finish just to watch it gush out like a pool and make the nastiest sounds while he fucks it all back in.
he always stops so she gets water and food breaks but will still have to touch and rut himself up against something while she’s gone in the kitchen. and he’s already bricked up and leaking everywhere again, waiting for her. when he is so exhausted he’s knocked out with little snores leaving his throat, and she’ll ease him out of slumber with her mouth around his tip and her hands gently cradling his balls, and he’ll rush out a slurred thank you, baby and hold her hair back, assuring her it’s almost over, it’s almost done, you fucked me so good baby. I’m so grateful I have you, don’t know what I would do if I didn’t.
Summary : your ex boyfriend is a fucking loser, it took clark so long for you to see that. And he’s very eager to help you pick up your stuff.
Contents : swearing , mentions of drugs , mentions of cheating, use of Polaroid camera, making out , P In V unprotected sex , quickie in exes bed , Clark’s a long time yearner. Mentions of love bites and bruises , slight pervy Clark?
(Loosely based on the song flavour of the weak by American Hi-fi)
A little over 2k words
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Clark hated your ex. Really hated him , and Clark doesn't really hate anyone .. well besides a few. But your Ex? Was on a whole new level.
It took months of clark saying "he doesn't appreciate you!" Or "okay! Does he know your favourite song? I do!"
And he did. He knew every single thing about you. Your ex on the other hand? Did not. Heck you spent so long with him and you could've been stark naked in front of him and he would be too busy watching his tv or playing his game. The only way you could get that man's attention was by dangling a joint in front of him like a donkey with a carrot.
Then there was the cheating. He had cheated on you more than once and worse than that ? You stayed.
You fucking stayed with a man with an unstable job and did everything for him. Why? You may ask.
You didn't wanna be alone. Of course you weren't really alone. You had Clark. But it wasn't the same. So when you finally broke up with him about a week ago. Clark almost felt like arranging a whole party. But he didn't. If anything he was more worried for you.
That was until you knocked on his door. He opened it quickly and his smile grew the second he saw you. To him you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen and his favourite person all in one.
"Hey hey! What's up" He Leans against the doorframe , he was wearing a white shirt , no tie and some black trousers. You on the other hand wearing a pair of shorts and a baggy hoodie You bite your lip thinking for a moment and finally speak up.
"Uhm... can you come with me... I'm gonna pick things up from jaspers place.." You sighed and he grins grabbing a jacket.
"Lead the way!! Roadtrip!" He was really happy about it and you roll your eyes.
"Could you try sound a little less excited" You raise an eyebrow at him.
"Oh noooo! Let's go get your things" He frowns and you playfully swat his arm getting in the car and driving towards his apartment.
"Before you get excited. He's not gonna be there. We're gonna be in and out and get rid of these fucking keys" You pull over and he whines.
"That's no fun!, I wanted to have a peaceful word with him." He groans and you roll your eyes walking up a few sets of stairs before using the spare key to unlock his apartment carrying a box ,as soon as you open the door you're hit with the strong smell of weed that always lingered in the air.
"Good grief that's literally awful. Remind me what you saw in this guy again?" He teases but he genuinely wanted to know.
"Fucked if I know Clark" You huff walking to jaspers bedroom opening the door. And as you do. Clark sees all the Polaroids. All the pictures of the girls your ex has been with. He walks over to look at them while you throw some things into a box.
"Seriously ? This is the type of girls he goes for. They all have fake boobs... at least yours are real." He tuts shaking his head.
"Clark!" You gasp and he shrugs unbothered. "What ! It's true! Plus you're way prettier than any of them" He smiles helping you throw some items into the box his blue eyes sparkling with truth.
The comment made your heart thud and you clear your throat.
"You're biased Kent." You scoff and he shakes his head and picks up a Polaroid camera.
"Hey! Smile" You look up and the flash goes off and you shriek. He chuckles heartily shaking the pic to let it develop.
He looks down at it , a fond smile on his face.
"You're so fucking beautiful." He almost coos pulling out his wallet and placing it in the photo sleeve.
"Clark shut up!!" You were going a shade of red and suddenly really shy around your best friend. You look to see if he's joking. But oh. The way he looks at you like you're heaven on earth.
"You're blushing" He states moving closer to you.
"No I'm not ! Clark I think the weed stench is getting to your brains" You scoff placing an item in the box.
"Strictly not possible, now look at me!" He lifts up your chin and leans down , his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes then back to your lips.
"He really did a number on you sweetheart... I really wish you could see how I see you." You go even more red and he speaks up again.
"Please can i kiss you?" He tilts his head. You raise an eyebrow "Really? I'm in my exes bedroom?" He slides his thumb across your lower lip.
"Thought you said he's not here?" He repeats your statement from before with the biggest shit eating grin ever. Who are you to deny your best friend.
You stand on your tiptoes and pull him by his shirt smashing his lips into yours , it's a soft sweet kiss. Way more gentle than Jasper was with you.
His hand cradled the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss slowly pushing his tongue into your mouth making you gasp.
He hooks his leg behind your legs swiping them so you fall back onto jaspers bed making you shriek. It felt wrong. To be making out with your best friend on your exes bed. But again. Who were you to stop it. He smelt like newspapers , ink and something comfy.. something homey.
He pulls away his eyes shimmering with worry "is this okay?" You nod with a sweet smile reaching your hand down to tug on his belt and he chuckles darkly tilting his head "on your exes bed? Really sunshine?" He coos.
"He's not here" you mock his earlier comment and he scoffs shaking his head undoing his belt for you sliding his pants down letting them pool around his legs and you're quick to take your shorts off not bothering to take your shoes off. , he undoes his shirt ,You slip your underwear off watching him groan at the sight of your glistening wet pussy as he slips his boxers down his legs letting his semi hard dick spring out. He wraps his hand around himself pumping himself a few times groaning.
"Take your hoodie off for me sunshine ?" He coos and you do, you weren't wearing a bra and his jaw clenched at the sight pumping his leaking dick a little harder.
"Oh Jeez... look at how stunning you are" He moans. He needed to be inside you fast before he literally came from looking at you.
You were getting wetter by the second and he leans over you slowly pushing his dick between your folds , his tip stretching you alone. He was way bigger than Jasper making your jaw drop and gasp loudly.
"Ahh shh shh look at me baby... look at me" He coos leaning over you more to push in further.
When you look up his eyes are glimmering with care ... and something else.
"Shhh.. almost there you're doing so good baby" He completely bottoms out making you shriek moaning and you reach to kiss him, he's fast to react his tongue sliding into your mouth groaning as he sets a pace thrusting his big dick between your soaking wet pussy, your gummy walls gripping him.
He peppers kisses down your neck biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks until he reaches your breast. One hand on your hip to help fuck into you, the other squeezing the flesh of your breast groaning. His head lowers dragging his tongue along the other nipple making you whine arching your back. Causing his dick to fuck deeper at this angle. His teeth grazing and nipping gently before he starts biting and sucking at the flesh whimpering.
"Oh he fumbled hard baby.." He coos lifting his head proud of the mark he's left on your breast only rutting harder into you, your wetness soaking his dick and your exes bedsheets.
"Mind if I do Something baby?" He asks so sweetly lifting his frame still having a hand on your hip as he thrusts into you , balls slapping against you and the sound of your wetness filling the room.
"Of course.. anything Clark" You moaned in response and he reaches over grabbing the Polaroid camera.
"Smile for me sunshine" He coos taking a photo of him literally fucking you, you laid out stark naked. He takes it out and shakes it still rutting his hips , he takes another letting the flash go off. He takes another his hand around your throat gently. Another but this time he picks up his pace slamming his dick into you harder and captured a photo of your mouth wide open making sinful noises.
"CLARK! Please!" You whimpered wrapping your legs around him pushing him even deeper.
He throws your legs over his shoulder folding you In half and kissing you deeper than before. It was messy. Tongues everywhere. His glasses getting nudged in the process , you whining and him grunting like your pussy is the greatest thing he's ever felt.
"She's the perfect fit for me baby.." He grins taking one more photo making sure his face is in the frame this time. He tosses the camera aside and grabs your face as he pounds into you , you moaned loud enough and he secretly hoped all jaspers neighbours could hear it. The Polaroids of him fucking you scattered around you.
"SHIT! Clark baby I'm gonna cum!" You almost sobbed and he looked so proud
"Yeah me too baby.. you okay if I cum in you?, I'll buy you plan b..whatever you need" He coos and you nod eyes rolling back as your orgasm comes crashing down spluttering your juices all over his dick. The sensation sent him over the edge whimpering as his dick explodes load after load into your pussy. He kisses you deeply fucking you through your orgasm and pushing the cum even deeper.
He gasps collapsing on top of you but popping his elbow up so he doesn't crush you.
"You okay sweet thing?" He coos and you gasp catching your breath but nod. "Jesus Christ Clark! I'm good... you okay?" You return the question and he nods pulling out , both of your cum spilling out and dripping onto the bed, he grabs a shirt off the floor to wipe you.
"Clark! That's jaspers shirt!" He shrugs wiping you up and tossing the shirt pulling his pants up and doing the buckle on his belt and buttoning his shirt. You sit up and pull up your shorts and pull on the hoodie.
You watch him pocket the Polaroids he took humming again. He places one on jaspers bedside table grabbing a pen that was nearby.
"Clark. What are you doing?" You raise an eyebrow and stand up walking over. He had placed a Polaroid of him fucking you with a note next to it
"Im taking care of her now buddy:)! - Clark" You gasp and swat his arm and he just looks so proud of himself.
"Think of it as a goodbye to him from me!" He puts his hands on his hips before grabbing the box and you follow him out locking the apartment door pushing the keys through the letterbox and you both get down to your car. He loads the box into the back for you and gets in the passenger seat.
You take a deep breath shutting the boot and getting into the drivers seat and pulling your seatbelt on.
You started to drive and he pulls his wallet out of his pocket again, opening it up to look at the photo of you smiling and gently rubs his thumb over the photo before looking at you.
"Real pretty isn't she hm?" His voice is soft and sweet and he pockets his wallet again next to the Polaroids.
You shake your head smiling at him.
"You're an idiot. I can't believe you left a photo" You laugh softly.
"Just not gonna mention me fucking you in his bed? Jeez sunshine the weed fumes really have gotten to your head."
You flip him off and he lets out a huge belly laugh throwing his head back.
"So round two?"
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