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My Atlantis, We Fall

PAIRING: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F1 Driver!Reader

SUMMARY: To the few who knew about your relationship, you were Jake’s muse, the woman he was eagerly awaiting to make his wife in a couple of months, with whom he dreamed of building a life by your side – but everything falls to the ground when he receives the most devastating news of his life, you have been in a terrible accident in the Italian Grand Prix.

CHARACTERS:Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Reuben “Payback” Fitch, Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia, Javy “Coyote” Machado, Bernie “Hondo” Coleman, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson.

WORD COUNT: 7.4k

WARNINGS: Angst!! Graphic mentions of a car accident and the aftermath. Mentions of death. Secret relationship. Unspecified age gap. Mildly inspired by the accident between Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen at the 2021 Italian Grand Prix. I love tearing characters apart just for the sake of it.

A/N: I love being self-indulgent so this was born, partly because I believe Jake would love someone who’s as adrenaline driven as he is, partly because I’m missing Jules Bianchi. I don’t know if anyone will read this, but even if you don’t watch Formula One, it’s still easy to understand, and there are brief mentions of some real-life drivers, you can look them up or consider them as Original Male Characters. Fun fact: while I was finishing this, I had to rush to the hospital because my brother cut his chin and needed some stitches.

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Run These Streets || Bucky

streetracer!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You are Bucky’s spotter, the person he puts his trust in while he’s out on the streets racing. When tragedy nearly strikes you can’t hold back you feelings any longer. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, illegal races, car crash, fluff, friends to lovers, implied smut WC: 2.3k

The streets were lined with cars ready for the Friday night races and they did not disappoint. There were the showy cars, they looked great on the outside but had a stock engine under the hood. There were the rich daddy cars, they were top of the line sports cars driven by toddlers. Then there were the street rats, they could take any beat up car and make magic. Gasoline ran through their veins and they lived for three minutes they spent burning rubber through their city streets.

“Here’s trouble.”

“I’m trouble?” You laughed as your smile grew, Bucky grinning back as he leant against his front bumper. “Just remind me, where was it I picked you up from last weekend? It was this big building, lots of police, bars on the doors…”

“Yeah, yeah, smart ass.” He smirked, oblivious to the bolt of lightning it sent straight to your core. “You gonna come give me a hug or not?”

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A Correspondence of Obligation - Prologue

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: A little angsty but really nothing!!

a/n: Here we goooo!! So so excited to get this series started :))

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My Princess, 

When you refuse to reply to my letters, it only makes me yearn for your words more. I wonder how your penmanship would look on the parchment from your stationary, how your seal would look stamped on the envelope. I wonder how to become deserving of you. 

Is there a method to this madness you put me through? 

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*Sees the limo* Me: Nice. *Sees Jake* Me: Nice. Also Me: Someone’s gonna write fanfic involving Jake and the back of this limo and I can’t wait.

Born In Flames || Chapter Eight

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: Nightmares, (mentions of kidnapping, non-con, death, abuse), reader is v lost and sad

Word Count: 2.6K

Authors Note: I know this is a bit shorter than the last few but it’s sort of a filler chapter. Next one will set place a month in the future!

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Bucky woke to the sound of screaming beside him. Quickly he shot up, looking around in his tired state before he realized it was your thrashing body beside him. Turning towards you, he gently shook your shoulder and called out your name. It took a minute before your eyes flew open and you jerked away from him.

Quick breaths left your lips as you stared up at the man before your brain started to wake a bit more. “Bucky…” you whispered, eyes full of tears from what you just saw behind your lids. Covering your face, you started to sob. In your dream, you were fighting against the men that held you down. And as you woke up, you pushed the only man away who was trying to help.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath.

It broke Bucky’s heart. Slowly he leaned back down to lay on his side, pulling you closer against him. “Shh, don’t apologize. It’ll take more than a push to hurt me. I’m here, you’re home, they’re gone,” he soothed, using one hand to pull your own hands from your face. To see you go from a woman who stood up for herself and fought against having a bodyguard whittled down to a scared soul fighting just for one good night of sleep made Bucky want to kill those men all over again if it brought you peace. He pressed soft kisses against your forehead and cheek, trying to calm you down. Eventually you did, clinging to him as if he was going to disappear.

Even though your tears stopped, that’s how you laid until late morning. You started to doze off in his arms as he ended up falling asleep, but your mind would jerk itself awake. Was this how you had to live from now on? Afraid to even shut your eyes for a single moment?

The sun started to show through the curtains and you buried your face against Bucky’s chest. You could hear his phone ringing from the other room where you left his jacket that night, but that only meant you had to get up. Bucky slowly opened his eyes and glanced down, feeling you move closer. He hadn’t been able to sleep too deeply, but just enough. Brushing your hair back from your face, Bucky sighed the moment he heard his phone.

“That’s probably Michael,” he muttered.

“Wait, did he know you were going last night?” you asked, leaning your head up and looking into his sleepy eyes. He could tell that you hadn’t fallen back asleep since the nightmare even though it had been hours ago.

Bucky shook his head and sighed, moving to lay on his back as he pulled you to his side. “After we got the video, I left. Came back here for a couple hours but then…” he trailed off since you already knew what went down.

“He’s gonna be mad,” you frowned, your hand resting on his chest.

“Let’s see,” he slowly sat up, looking down at you. “C’mon, I’m gonna make you some food.”

You nodded, slowly sliding out of bed as he got up. Your body felt like it was on fire. Everything ached but it was a feeling you had unfortunately gotten all too used to over the past few months. Bucky walked out first, his phone going to voicemail only for it to start ringing again. You were slower, pulling on a pair of sweatpants since the chill of your room finally hit now that you weren’t under your blanket and against a personal heater. You caught the slightest glimpse of yourself in the mirror over your dresser and shuddered. The skin around your eye was dark purple and you had dark bruises as well as lighter ones around your cheeks. Quickly you looked away and left the bedroom just as Bucky answered his phone.

“Boss-” Bucky started to speak but was interrupted by yelling which you could hear as you walked closer. Sighing, he started to make a pot of coffee while you took a seat at the table. You knew Michael was mad, you heard that tone all too often growing up. Bucky kept his back to you as he pulled out two mugs. He seemed to know your home like the back of his hand now, but you didn’t mind. He didn’t try to speak or cut off Michael, understanding the anger. It was warranted, though it sounded like Michael didn’t even know the outcome of last night. He ranted about Pierce having gone missing and that he knew Bucky had something to do with it.

Standing, you walked over and took the phone from Bucky. He furrowed his brow and shook his head, but you just leaned back against the counter. “Dad.”

Bucky widened his eyes as Michael quickly found his own silence for a moment. Neither was expecting you to say that, nor was Michael expecting to hear you at all.

“Sweetheart? How did you…” Michael sounded shocked, immediately softening his demeanor.

“Bucky saved me. So please...stop yelling at him. We’ll be at your office later, I promise,” you said, leaning to the side against Bucky’s arm. “I’m okay.”

Michael sighed and you could hear him relaxing a bit more knowing that you weren’t dead. “Alright, just be careful. Tell him…I’m sorry for yelling.”

That was a first. But you told him you would and ended the call, setting the phone on the counter. Bucky pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you walked back over to the table to take a seat. Your legs still felt wobbly and you didn’t exactly have much muscle anymore. You didn’t get to take walks or go do things while in the cabin. You tried to make yourself useful there by cleaning up around the place. It distracted you for a little bit.

Both of you were quiet as Bucky started cooking. You had gotten so used to the hunger pains that smelling food didn’t affect it much. It had become second nature, like cramps from your period. Which you were still thankful you were getting yours, meaning you weren’t pregnant. But you did want to go to the doctors at some point to get tested for any STD’s and make sure you weren’t totally messed up. Bucky had turned on something from Spotify, light music so it wasn’t deathly quiet. You watched him, noticing the clean counters and how he must have tossed all of the trash away while you were busy showering or in bed.

After about fifteen minutes, Bucky set a plate with two eggs and a couple pieces of toast down in front of you. “If you still want more after, just let me know okay? I just don’t want to upset your stomach too much,” he said as he sat his own plate down. He walked over to grab both coffees, setting one in front of you and one in front of him before sitting down.

You took slow bites, one arm wrapped around your torso as you glanced outside. Everything was covered in snow, showing that it must have come down a bit more within the last few hours. Bucky kept an eye on you. Never had he imagined he would fall for you, the independent woman who he was just supposed to watch over, but there he was. He wanted to make sure you never ached again.

Being home was a funny feeling. On one hand, you felt safe. You felt like you could sit inside and not worry about being taken again. But on the other hand, your body had become so used to being cramped in a small space, not having any decisions, not feeling free. It was hard to explain, but you just felt…off.

You must have been staring outside for too long because Bucky rested his hand on yours, causing you to jump slightly as your fork clattered to the plate.

“Shit, sorry,” you muttered with a sigh.

Bucky’s eyes softened and caressed your skin. “It’s okay,” he nodded.

You tried to eat a bit quicker after that, not wanting to lose yourself in your head and forget about the food altogether. Cold eggs didn’t sound that great.

Once the food was gone and you were sure you would be able to keep it down, you decided it was better to go now instead of putting off the inevitable. Bucky offered to clean up while you got ready. Heading back into your room, you changed into some leggings since your jeans seemed to practically slide off you. Had you really lost that much weight? It saddened you, since prior to everything you loved your body. You opted for a hoodie as well. Next…you had to do something with your face. Thankfully there was some sun outside so you could wear sunglasses but the rest of the bruises needed to be covered.

After two breakdowns and almost breaking your mirror, you managed to get through it. You brushed through your hair and pulled your hood up, leaving your room. Bucky had changed quicker and sat on the couch waiting for you to finish. Glancing over, he gave you a soft smile and stood. Reaching out for your hand, you took his and let him lead you out of the apartment.

You didn’t realize every sound would put you on edge until you got to the car and finally took a deep breath.

Life really wasn’t going to be easy now, was it?

Bucky headed towards the office as you stared ahead, just trying to remind yourself that Pierce was dead. He couldn't hurt you anymore. As far as you knew, he didn't have any other children and couldn’t remarry due to still being married to your mother despite her death. You felt sick but the only solace you found in the whole ordeal was the thought of Pierce’s lifeless body on the floor in front of you. His men had no one to answer to so they wouldn’t come for you, or at least you hoped. The drive to the office was a bit quicker than you expected, but you had gotten lost in your head again and Bucky parking pulled you from it.

Stepping out, you took Bucky’s hand and walked beside him as you entered the building. The moment you stepped inside, everyone quieted down and stared at you. You kept your hood up and looked forward, the sunglasses still on your face. Bucky knocked on the door and you heard Michael on the other side. Walking in, the door closed behind you both and you looked at the old man behind the desk. He looked tired, more than you’ve ever seen. He had stacks of papers on his desk from signing over his businesses and deals, now which he got to keep and possibly more. He stood when he saw you, frowning deeply. You pulled off the sunglasses and he couldn’t help the tears that started to form in his eyes. Stepping over, you wrapped your arms around him and began to cry. He was willing to sign over his whole life just to make sure you came home, the whole life he worked hard to get, the life that kept him from you and your mother for years. Despite his asshole ways, you knew he felt the guilt. You could feel it in the hug he gave you back. You didn’t even have to speak to tell him that you forgave him for everything in the past. That you were sorry for the way you acted.

The hug lasted a couple of minutes before you pulled back and gently wiped at your eyes with your sleeve. Then the inevitable question was asked. “What happened?”

So you told him everything, though you didn’t go into detail about the rape, he understood what you meant when you alluded to it. You told him everything you heard, everything you saw. It wasn’t too much, but it was just enough that he linked a few things together. Bucky held your hand as you spoke, a touch you were thankful for. You never wanted to be dependent on anyone, but you definitely felt yourself slipping into the habit of seeking out his touch. Michael didn’t even bat an eye at it, already knowing what Bucky felt for you.

“So what happens now? Pierce is dead and so are some of his men. I’m sure people are going to be looking for the person that did it and with everything of yours being signed over…” you asked, glancing at the stack of papers.

Michael shrugged softly. “I have to figure that out. These will be shred and burned so it doesn’t come back to us. Thankfully he wasn’t able to quite get everything yet. But…” Michael paused, looking at you as you gave him a confused expression. “Your mother told me that he made a will after you were born. Now I’m not sure if he changed it over the years, but I doubt it. Charlotte said that in the event of both of them dying, everything went to you. The money, cars, house, the business. And I can’t imagine him trying to change it if he was going to kill you like he planned on. If it is real, you could end up getting everything.”

You sat there dumbfounded for a few moments. Sure, you never had to worry about money growing up, but it was never really yours until you got away from the mafia business and into your own life. But Pierce had been loaded. You already saw that by the car Bucky rolled up in at the cabin and the house the two of you dropped it back off at before leaving.

“I don’t want it,” you shook your head.

Michael raised his eyebrows, leaning forward as his arms rested against his desk. “Y/N, that is a lot of money. You could do anything you wanted with it. You said you wanted to move out of state, right? With that money, you could probably even leave the country and travel.”

You pondered on it. He had a point. “Okay, say this is real and he didn’t change it. How would they know where to find me? And I hope you know I’ll be giving you the actual business. I don’t want anything to do with that. I’ll take the money as payment for the trauma and shit I have to deal with now,” you muttered.

“I have cops on my payroll. Most likely this will go through them and I can direct them to get a hold of you. I don’t mind taking over the other things. I’ll even make sure you get payments from it all as well. But until we know what will happen for sure, just lay low. I’ll handle it all for now and keep you two updated when I hear anything. This...is all new to me too so I wish I had more answers,” Michael explained. You had no intention of going out especially when you looked like this. The last thing you wanted was Bucky to be accused of beating you. Usually that’s where blame was held for these things.

You nodded in agreement, sighing. There may just be a light at the end of the tunnel after all. But right now it was just a speck, a little shiny glimmer.

After a bit more talking and catching up, both you and Bucky left and headed back to your place. Now you needed to just find yourself again.

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Happiness and Hair Ties (Drabble)

Pairing: Wakanda Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, goats

Summary: just straight fluffy goodness

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!!! If you want any fic written please comment it and I will write it!

Bucky blew his hair out of his face for the 100th time. He was out trying to take care of the goats. Steve the goat was head butting his leg of course, that goat was always trying to start fights, hence Bucky naming him Steve. You were watching out the window of the hut you shared, laughing softly as your boyfriend struggled.

“Jamie, come ‘ere baby, let me help ya,” he waltzed over to where you had walked outside. “Help with what doll?” You pulled a hair tie off your wrist. “Turn around Jamie, it’ll keep your hair outta your face while ya take care of the goats.” He turned around and let you put up his hair. You decided on a bun, one, because you thought it would do the job, and two, because you knew it would be hella hot, and you were right, it was.

“Thanks doll, wanna read in the grass once I’m done?” You smiled at him, “sounds perfect, and I’ll make us a snack so we can have a picnic sorta thing.” Bucky put his one arm around you and gave your forehead a kiss, then headed out to the field to finish with the goats.

You went back inside and made a few types of sandwiches and cut them into pieces. You grabbed the books you and Bucky were currently reading and you headed out to the field. Bucky had just finished and picked a spot for you two. “Doll! Over here!” Your face lit up, “Jamie! I comin’!” You skipped over there and plopped down “heya baby,” you passed him his book and nuzzled into his neck. “I made sandwiches,” you informed him, showing off the sandwiches. He thanked you and took a piece.

After a little while a few of the goats got interested with you guys. You nudged Bucky, “Jamie look,” you pointed over to Diana the goat who was trying to ‘sneakily’ walk over to you. Bucky laughed, “I guess they want some pets, huh?” He called over the goats but only Steve and Diana came over, the rest continued eating the grass. Diana sat down in your lap, you scratched her head and continued reading. Steve on the other hand kept head butting Bucky’s hand that kept trying to pet him. Eventually he settled down though and took a nap. Once Steve fell asleep, Bucky did the same. You looked over and saw him asleep, it was then you really took in the situation.

You and Bucky, both of you torn apart by the war, tortured by Hydra, forced into doing things against your will. Somehow escaping, and meeting each other again. Everything you both had been through, always fighting in some battle, even before WW2 when you guys were saving Steve, and fighting for your rights as a woman, defying the gender norms.

But now, you both, sitting in peace, finally free, no battles, no one to tell you what to do, just you two, and the goats, together.

AN: alright, I think this might be one of my favorite fics I’ve written, so I am definitely going to do more fluffy, Wakandan Bucky fics, with the goats of course

Oh ! This is exactly what I needed right now 🙃

Enamored [43] - Dancing with the Devil

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Lovers’ quarrels are the renewal of love.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, arguments.

Word Count: 7500

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 You couldn’t sleep that night.

It felt nearly impossible. Your thoughts were like a hurricane in your mind, and more than once you had got up from the bed to pace in the room, desperate for some sort of movement as if that could help with just how restless you were.

It didn’t help that you were alone in your bed for the first time after almost a month.

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Fuck I had eye surgery a week ago my eyes are hurting and it’s midnight but I don’t want to stop reading and that’s how much I love this fic already

Hands That Heal - Ch. 2

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky knows all about having a past and doesn’t judge you for yours. Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men. (smut will come later) Word count: 3164

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 coming soon

RECAP: “Do I know you?” Axel asked as he pointed the weapon at Bucky. “You look familiar but I know you don’t belong ‘round these parts.”

“Nah.” Bucky smirked, not showing an ounce of fear as he looked down the barrel of the gun. “I’m just here for her hands.”

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“The fuck did you say?” Axel growled as he stepped closer to Bucky but you moved in to intercept him.

“Ax, I’m just fixing his bike.” You said as you placed your hand on his gun arm and tried to lower it. “That’s all.”

“Not that it is any of your business.” Bucky commented.

You wished he would go back to being quiet, you didn’t understand why he was suddenly talkative but you would certainly ask if you all made it out of this moment alive. For now you had to try to stop your ex from putting a bullet in Bucky’s brain. That goal was getting harder by the second as he glared down at Axel and neither man looked ready to back down from the staring contest.

“You are not helping, Bucky.” You pointed to him before poking Axel in his leather clad chest. “And you, you know better than to come here. Go home to your wife and fix your fucking fence.”

“When did you grow a set of balls?”

Axel sneered at your sudden confidence but there was something about knowing Bucky was there and fearless that gave you the courage to talk to him in ways you never had before.

“Just get off my property.” You sighed and pointed out the garage door. “You’re not the only one with a gun, remember.”

“You’re lucky I’m late for church.” He growled before getting up in Bucky’s face. “You touch my girl, you’re dead.”

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pretty boy

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Uni AU) 

Run-through: You first noticed him in the grocery store, while you were out shopping for food. Pretty blue eyes, gorgeous hair, tall and a soft look on his pretty face. For the first time ever, you actually had to stop and stare at a man for a few seconds. Then he started popping up everywhere - on campus, at the coffee shop you worked at, in the library - always with that same soft and longing stare. One day, you finally decided to make the first move and it ends up being one of the best things you’ve done in a long time

Themes: slight sub!bucky, smut, fluff, loss of virginity, explicit language, 

Oh fuck. Your eyes widened in realisation. That’s him! 

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Run These Streets {2} || street racer!Bucky

Bucky Masterlist || Part One Summary: You are caught reminiscing on how you met Bucky all those years ago. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mutual masturbation, oral (f rec) WC: 1.9k

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The day you met Bucky was one you would never forget. It was the first day at your new school and you had sat uncomfortably in a squeaky vinyl chair while the well past retirement aged receptionist printed your schedule. The paper posters pinned to the cork boards around the room had started to shake as a deep, throaty roar rolled past the front door. 

Your feet were moving before you could stop them and you didn’t even take the steps as you jumped to the curb to spot a sleek Camaro pulling into the student parking. Another driver honked their horn as you crossed the driveway without looking and you waved an apology as you reached the car that held you captivated. 

“You must be new.” 

You thought the car was beautiful but the guy driving it was a dream and you almost forgot how to speak when he struck you with azure eyes that matched the car perfectly. 

“Uh…” You stammered and swore internally at yourself as his smile grew.

“I’d remember seeing you around here. I’m James,” he said as he held his hand out, “but everyone calls me Bucky.”

“Barnes, you're gonna get another slip if you’re late!” A blond boy called out as the bell rang. 

Ignoring his friend, he leant against the back of his car and swung his keys around his finger. “Do you drive?”

“Yeah,” you laughed as you bit your lip, “I drive alright, nothing as nice as this. She’s a z28 right?”

“Ah, she speaks and she knows cars.” He chuckled. “77 z28.”

“That’s too bad.” You smirked, turning as you saw the receptionist opening the door looking for you. Crossing the road you found Bucky at your side, his forehead frowning in confusion. “68 was the best year.”

“Meet me back here after school and I’ll show you why you’re wrong.” He challenged. 

Tugging the straps of your backpack you knew you shouldn’t but you found yourself nodding anyway as the final bell rang to get to homeroom. “You’re on.” 

“You’re gonna be trouble.” Bucky shook his head with a smile as he walked away backwards. “I just know it.”

It didn’t take a lot of probing to find out about Bucky, in fact most of the girls gossiped about him so loudly you didn’t have to even ask them. Through your first two periods you had found out his mother had passed away the year before and his father was in the army, working at the base just out of the city. He was a year above you, a Senior, and his sister was a freshman.

The dark haired boy was still on your mind even as you headed into fourth period, driver’s ed. You had lined up patiently with the other students, flicking through the pages of a book as you waited, when a familiar voice called out from a classroom window. 

“Hey, doll!” Bucky shouted, half a dozen females - including you - turning to look at him. “You, trouble. Thought you said you could drive?”

The student practice car had just come to a stop after parallel parking in front of you and the instructor hopped out with a smile on his face. “Good work. Miss Y/L/N, you’re up.”

You slipped the book in your bag and smiled at Bucky. “I never said I had a licence.”

His smile was breathtaking and you buckled into the carseat, feeling his eyes burning through the dinged panelling of the Toyota Corolla. “I’m sorry for what I am about to put you through.”

The instructor laughed as if you were joking but you had already mapped the track before the first driver had even dropped their handbrake. You probably wouldn’t have been so ostentatious or reckless if Bucky wasn’t watching but you wanted to show off to the handsome guy. Revving the engine, you tested the reaction time between pumping the gas and seeing the tachometer jump. 

“Alright so you want to ease off the gas and first push down the clutch and put it in first gear.”

“The clutch?” You feigned innocence as you pushed it in. “That’s this one right?”

You dropped the clutch as you put your foot to the gas and squealed with laughter as the car shot forward, quickly changing to second, then third as the instructor grabbed at the door handle. You were fast approaching the bright orange cones that navigated the right hand hairpin turn so you went in tight before twisting the wheel and ripping the handbrake to swing the ass of the Corolla around the outside of the corner. 

“Stop the car!” Your instructor shouted. “Park the goddamn car!”

You were heading back to the start and looked over at the man’s pale face. “Whatever you say.”

You didn’t like how the car had handled the first corner, the handbrake worn out by hundreds of students, so as you approached the parallel parking cones that you had started from you clutch kicked the car into a spin. Adrenaline coursed through your veins faster than the gas had flooded the four cylinders of the cars engine as you came to a stop within the cones.

The instructor leant over the gearbox and turned the engine off before ripping the keys from the ignition, still looking ready to vomit. You couldn’t help antagonising the man since you figured he would already need therapy to ever teach another student. “So did I pass?”

He couldn’t even look at you as he pointed to the door. “Detention. Now.”

“Yes, sir.” You sighed, a little deflated until you stepped out and heard Bucky whooping and cheering from his classroom, his teacher trying to calm him down.

“James, that’s your final warning. Detention. Now!”

“Where’s that pretty little head at?” Bucky asked as he stroked your cheek. “Almost had to send out a search party.”

You blinked away the memory and kissed his chest that you laid on before snuggling closer. “I was just thinking about when we met. God I was stupid, showing off to get your attention.”

Bucky’s loud laughter filled the room. “It worked. You had me hooked, doll. I knew you were so far out of my league, I was just happy to have a crumb of your attention. Still am.”

“Hooked or happy to have a crumb of my attention?”

“Both, baby.” He grinned, his hands slipping down beneath the blankets and over your bare skin. “The problem with a crumb is it leaves me absolutely ravenous.”

“You’ve got a race tonight.” You sighed longingly as his fingers teased between your legs. “It’s important that you keep up your hydration and sustenance, can’t have a low sugar level delaying your reflexes.”

“You’re right.” He said as he peppered kisses across your skin, inching his way down your body. “I should definitely eat.”

Bucky smiled slyly from where he lay between your legs, teasing you with his tongue until your legs were trembling and you were ready to combust before he stood up. “So did you want toast or cereal for breakfast?”

“Bucky…” You growled, throwing his pillow square in his face that struggled to contain his amusement.

“What?” He shrugged innocently. “Something you need, doll?”

“For god sake, get back here and finish what you started before I take matters into my own hands.”

He sucked his bottom into his mouth and you watched his erection twitch at the thought before he took a seat in the practice racing seat across the room. “Go on then, baby, lemme see.”

Your blood was like lava and the only way to cool your heated body was to ease the throbbing ache between your legs. To start with, you couldn’t even look Bucky in the eyes, closing them as you spread your legs. A deep groan drifted across the room as you licked your middle fingers and glided them over your clit, the edge of release coming back from the shadows it had receded to with the interruption. 

“That's it, baby girl, show me what you like.” Bucky moaned and you looked down your body to see him stroking his cock where he sat. “Tell me what you’re imagining.”

“You.” You moaned and pushed two fingers into your dripping pussy. “The way your tongue feels when you eat me, how full I feel when you fuck me. Fuck, please Bucky…”

“Holy shit.” Bucky moaned as he pumped even harder, determined to come when you did as you pumped your fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, the wet sounds slapping against your palm. “You’re so fucking sexy, show me how you come all over those fingers, baby.”

Your back arched and rolled your hips against your hand, your legs threatening to close as your entire body shuddered and you cried out in ecstasy. You opened your eyes as you heard the delicious sound Bucky makes when he comes and felt another wave of pleasure roll along your spine at the sight before you. Bucky’s hand held a death grip on his cock as creamy ropes of cum painted his tensed abs, his lips parted as he panted through the strong pulses of his release. 

“Wow.” You chuckled happily as you let your bent knees fall away and enjoyed the rush of endorphins sending you on a high. “That’s one way to wake up.”

The bed dipped as Bucky bent down to kiss you, his tongue still holding the notes of your flavour as it danced with yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled back and pouted when you saw he had wiped away his cum with a shirt of his. “I wanted to taste you.”

“Later, I promise.” He grinned. “Right now, I need to make my best girl breakfast.”

“Shit.” You swore as you saw the time. “We still need to go over the course. You cook while I set up the simulation.”

“I’ve done it a million times this week.” He rolled his eyes.

“And you will do it once more.”

Bucky didn’t argue and after you had both eaten, you placed him back in the converted racing game chair in his room. Your laptop was hooked up to the electronics and the gears, pedals and steering wheel were all calibrated to his Camaro so it would be just like he was driving his own car virtually.

You were watching the angles of the turns and paused the simulation. “You keep undercutting that corner.”

“It will be fine once I’m there.” Bucky brushed it off. “I could do it with my eyes closed.”

“Do it again.” You shook your head. “With your eyes closed.”

You stood behind him and covered his eyes with your hands, your voice guiding him. “90 degrees right in 3, 2, 1. Steady straight until my count - 120 degrees left in 3, 2, 1. Good.”

You removed your hands and he looked up with a-told-you-so smile before he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap. “I think I deserve a kiss.”

“Next you’ll want me to give you gold stars.” You teased as your lips hovered over his. “Want me to tell you what a good boy you are?”

His cock stirred and you quirked an eyebrow as he looked equally stunned. “Well, now I do.”