Summary: You’ve just passed your knowledge test and now you need someone to teach you how to ride. Who better than your dad’s best friend?
Warnings:Language, Fluff, Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count:3.8K
A/n: I have a new obsession and it’s dbf!bucky. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this and I love you all very much!
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You straddle the bike, feet planted firmly on the ground as your hands grip the handlebars.
“It’s heavier than I thought!” You tell your dad with an excited grin.
He only chuckles and pats your right hand.
“Yeah, it’ll take some getting used to.”
“Hey, Kid, be careful on that. Don’t want you to hurt yourself,” A new, cockier voice says.
You hold back a shiver and an eye-roll as Bucky emerges from your house, a bottle of beer in hand.
“She just passed her knowledge test,” your dad says proudly, a smile on his face. You grin right back at him and nod, your eyes flickering to his best friend for just a moment.
“Now I just need to get in some practice with a good teacher.”
Your dad nods before his face lights up, and you can almost see the lightbulb over his head.
“Maybe Bucky could teach you how to ride!” He suggests, an innocent smile on his face.
Your bottom lip immediately goes between your teeth at the innuendo and you look over at the huge tattooed brunet whose eyes are now focused on you.
His steel-blue eyes get dark as he imagines you riding not only his bike, but his cock, too.
“Yeah, I could give you some lessons if you want, Kid. Can’t promise I’ll be the best teacher, but I’ll give it a shot,” he says after a moment, watching you lick your lips.
His nickname for you is a constant reminder that your crush is just that: a crush. Never to be more than a dream.
And, although being near him is hard enough to do without your panties getting wet, he’s been riding for almost thirty years. Where else are you gonna find a better -and cheaper- teacher?
“Sure, that’d be great, Bucky. Thanks.”
He nods, “it’s gonna cost you, though. Each lesson I expect a case of beer, yeah? Maybe a pizza, too.”
You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.
“Can we get started now? I wanna be able to ride before the summer’s over.”
He swallows hard before answering, his wicked brain once again conjuring up images of you naked on his lap, bouncing on his cock. Those perfect tits in his face and that tight-
“Yeah, I, uh, I’m not doing anything later. I could swing by with one of my bikes, show you the ropes and whatnot,” he offers, shifting his weight to try and hide his growing erection.
“That’d be amazing! Thank you so much!” The excitement in your eyes does little to stop his swelling cock, but, thankfully, your father grabs your attention before you can notice the tent in his pants.
“Mark got tickets to the hockey game tonight, but you know you’re always welcome here, Buck. It’s not too late for you to change your mind about coming with me,” your dad says, already knowing the answer.
Hockey isn’t Bucky’s favourite sport, and he’s got much better plans for tonight.
He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “no thanks. Tell the guys I say ‘hi’, though. And make sure you invite them to the barbecue, yeah?”
Your dad nods easily then heads inside the house, leaving you alone in the garage with Bucky.
Nervous winds give life beneath the wings of the butterflies in your stomach, and you nibble on your bottom lip.
“I’ll probably swing by around six. I expect a pizza and a pack of beer to be waiting, got it?”
You raise your eyebrows at him, “you’re gonna drink and teach me to drive?”
He chuckles and takes a step toward you, towering over you and looking into your eyes, “honey, I’m a grown man. A beer or two isn’t gonna put me over the limit. Besides, you’re not gonna be riding that thing fully today, anyway. Maybe you’ll make it out of the driveway, but I doubt it.”
You frown but nod, slightly intimidated by the man in front of you.
He slowly takes a step around you, taking a subtle inhale and holding back a groan at the sweet scent of raspberries wafting from your skin.
He walks over to his restored Camaro and slides in, giving you a raise of his fingers in farewell, before peeling out of the driveway and out of sight.
~*~
You spend the next several hours worrying about your lesson with Bucky.
You’ve only had a crush on the man for years, and now you’re getting to be alone with him. You’re not sure if you should swoon or combust.
The second option is definitely looking more appealing when you hear him pull up to your house, his bike rumbling.
With a deep breath and a final fix of your hair, you venture downstairs and outside, grabbing the pizza and beer on the way.
“Hey, Kid. I see you brought my payment,” Bucky says, a grin on his face when he sees you.
You smile, trying your best not to be shy but he makes it so hard.
His huge body takes up so much space in the garage, thick thighs straddling a Ducati.
“Yeah, hope you don’t get too carried away before actually teaching me, though,” you tease, setting everything down on one of the tables against the wall.
He only chuckles and kicks down the kickstand, then gets off of his bike to grab a beer.
“First I want you to tell me where the throttle is,” he says, popping the cap off with his belt buckle then bringing it to his lips.
You watch, entranced, as his pink lips wrap around the bottle. A drop of liquid trickles from the corner of his mouth down his chin, and you follow it with your eyes as it trails down his neck and then disappears beneath the collar of his shirt.
Bucky watches you as you stare at him, and he can’t help the pride that blooms in his chest when you pull your bottom lip into your mouth.
Slowly, he lowers the bottle and wipes the drop up, then takes a step toward you.
“C’mon, sweetheart. You gonna show me what you know?”
His voice snaps you back to the present and you raise your eyes to his, embarrassment filling you as you realize he caught you staring.
“Uh, the throttle is here,” you whisper, walking over to your bike and touching the right handlebar.
“Perfect. How do you get on a bike? Show me.” He could just ask you to explain it, but he wants to see you straddle the bike.
You walk to the left side then step over the seat, your hands coming to rest on the handlebars instinctively.
“Nice. Now, where is the rear brake?” He asks, stepping closer to the front of the bike to watch as you point just in front of the right footpeg.
“Now, front brake?”
Your fingers lightly graze the lever on the handlebar in front of the throttle.
“Gear shift and clutch?”
You point to the pedal in front of the left footpeg, then the lever behind the left handlebar.
“Look at you go. Where’s the kill switch?”
Your fingers dance over the button beside the right handlebar and he nods proudly.
“Very nice. Okay, I want you to kick the kickstand up and then just stand there, balance the weight of the bike, okay? That’s a big thing is getting used to how it feels to have something so big between your legs.”
Your core dampens at his words and your gaze drops to his crotch for just a moment before you do as instructed.
The bike is heavy between your legs, and you plant your feet to try and maintain control.
“Just like that, good girl.” It slips through his lips before he can stop it and you instantly melt into a puddle of arousal.
The bike wobbles and Bucky steps forward, grabbing the handlebars to stop it from toppling and taking you with it.
“Easy there,” he murmurs, his hands covering yours and squeezing as he steadies the machine.
You regain your strength and nod, holding the bike tighter.
“So now just walk it back and forth, okay? I’m gonna move with you until you get comfortable with the weight.”
You nod then take a deep breath and push the bike forward slowly.
Each step is small and wobbly, but after a few minutes, you start to get the hang of it.
“Okay, honey, I’m gonna step away so you can really feel it. I’ll be right beside you though.”
You nod and watch as he steps aside, slowly pushing forward and back again.
You give him an excited smile and he grins right back.
“Now start her up! You’ll be good in neutral, then I’ll show you how to kick it into gear.”
You start the bike and it rumbles to life beneath you, the vibration shaking you slightly.
“Now, pull in the clutch and kick down on the gearshift into first gear.”
You do exactly that, keeping a firm grip on the clutch.
“Slowly let go of the clutch. Don’t give it any throttle yet,” he instructs, stepping beside you as you follow his directions.
The bike creeps forward and you instinctively squeeze the clutch again, squealing when you teeter away from him.
Bucky lunges forward, one arm coming across your legs to grab the side of the bike while the other grabs you, his hand resting half on your ass, half on your back.
He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay, but you can’t breathe.
He’s looking at you through his lashes, lips parted and pupils wide.
“Don’t let it scare you,” he teases softly, slowly rising up to his full height. His hand moves from the bike to your thigh while the other hand stays on your back, and you need to crane your neck to look at him.
He watches you as you lean your head back to look at him and he can’t help but wonder what your pretty face would look like if he were to spit on it right now.
Or cum on it.
God, he knows you’d look so pretty all covered in his cum, mascara running down your cheeks.
He wants to grab your face and shove his cock in your mouth.
Your innocent eyes look up at him, lashes fluttering, and it takes everything in him not to stroke your lips with his thumb.
He looks so intimidating from here. So tall and big and- your eyes drop down to his crotch only to widen comically.
Hard.
He’s hard.
And he’s fucking huge.
Your eyes dart back up to his and he has to hold back a chuckle at the wonder written across your face.
So many nasty thoughts swim through his mind. There are a thousand things he wants to say and none of them are appropriate given the fact that you’re his best friend’s daughter.
Instead, he takes a slow step back, then another, then walks to the table along the wall to grab another beer.
“We’re gonna try something a little bit different now, okay?”
You nod, even though he can’t see you.
He walks back to you and steps over the back of your bike, straddling it and nudging you forward a bit until you’re as far forward as you can comfortably sit.
“Okay, I’m gonna explain everything, and you’re just gonna do what I say.”
A shiver races down your spine and all he wants to do is grab a handful of your hair and fuck you until you’re crying.
You nod, like the obedient little girl he knows you are, and a grin grows on his face.
“Ease up on the clutch again. We’re gonna walk in a little circle. I’ve got you, honey.” He’s one hundred percent doing this on purpose now, but he doesn’t care.
The way you looked at him after seeing his erection is enough for him to know you’re not exactly opposed to whatever’s happening.
You ease up on the clutch and try to focus on the machine beneath you, not the heat radiating off of the man behind you. The man who now has one hand resting on your waist while the other holds his beer.
You pull forward slowly, then push on the right handlebar slightly, a jolt of excitement going through you as you move to the left.
“There you go, baby, just like that,” he whispers, his breath dusting over the back of your neck.
You clench your thighs around the bike, desperate for some friction against your dripping core.
You do another turn slowly but surely, walking your feet alongside the bike, and the hand on your waist gives you a squeeze.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”
You squeeze the clutch and the brake hard, clenching your hands into as tight of fists as you can manage, and you lurch forward, your heart racing as your core throbs.
The sudden stop surprises Bucky, and he bumps into you harder than anticipated, sending his beer spilling across your shirt.
You gasp, arching away from the cold liquid.
“Sorry, kid. Here, put it back in neutral and shut it down. I think we can call it a night. I’ll help you clean up.” Is he hoping he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of you in just your bra? Absolutely. Is he ashamed? Not as much as he should be.
You do as instructed, waiting until after he gets up to move because you’re sure you’ll leave a wet spot on the seat.
You only get up when his back is turned, and then you wipe the seat quickly.
“You coming?”
Your eyes dart to his and, judging based on the knowing grin on his face, you weren’t as discrete as you thought you were.
“Y-yeah.”
You follow him into the house, closing the garage door tightly behind you.
He leads the way to the laundry room and you slowly follow, your heart racing at all the different dirty thoughts swirling through your mind.
He waits in the doorway while you step into the cool room, your back to him as you take a deep breath.
This is it. This is where a line is crossed and your relationship with your dad’s best friend will change.
You pull your wet shirt over your head and toss it into the washing machine, turning to look at the older man.
He stares at you, his dark eyes focused on your chest.
“Looks like I spilled a little on there, too,” he murmurs, his eyes slowly finding yours.
You hold his gaze as you unclasp your bra and let it drop to the floor, your breasts bare and your nipples hard.
Slowly, he steps forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he approaches.
You tilt your head back when he comes to a stop in front of you, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your quick breaths.
“That’s better. Doesn’t it feel nice to be out of those sticky wet clothes?” He asks softly, his fingers lightly dusting over your sides.
Goosebumps rise on your skin and you nod, unable to form a sentence.
“You’ve got a little bit here, though. Don’t want it to stick.” He drops his head down, warm tongue darting out to lick up a drop of beer that found your skin.
A gasp leaves your mouth and your hands come up instinctively to grab his shoulders.
Taking that as a green light, the big man in front of you grabs you by the waist and hoists you up, dropping his hold to your hips when you wrap your legs around his waist.
His erection presses against your core and you can’t help but moan softly in his ear at the feeling of it.
He sits you on top of the washing machine and forces his way between your legs, holding your chin with one hand and forcing you to look at him.
Your eyes are hooded and you swear if he doesn’t touch you soon you’re going to explode.
“Do you want something, pretty girl?” He asks, pink lips pulled into a smile when you nod.
“Ask for it then, be a big girl.”
You lean your forehead against his chest and whine. You can’t help but feel tiny before him.
“Please, Bucky. I want you to touch me.”
Your words go straight to his cock and he can’t do anything to stop himself from doing exactly what you want.
One of his hands finds your breast, toying with your nipple while the other hand dips into your pants with practiced ease.
“Jesus, you’re soaked, sweetheart. Is this all for me, babygirl?” He already knows the answer, but seeing you all flustered is adorable and makes him want to fuck you even more.
“Yeah,” you whisper, pulling back to look up at him as he slides a finger inside of you.
He doesn’t have much room to work within the confines of your pants, but he makes do with what he has, one finger massaging your g-spot while another rubs your clit.
“O-oh! Like that, fuck… just like that…” your mouth drops open in a silent moan and he grins.
He leans forward and wraps his mouth around your other nipple and you toss your head back, arching your back and further pushing your chest into his mouth.
“Please… I’m gonna cum…”
He continues his assault on your young body, watching through dark eyes as you fall apart because of him, as your tight young cunt clenches around his fingers and fuck, he can’t wait to get his cock in you.
The front door opens and you hear your dad’s voice call out to you, making your eyes widen.
Bucky doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down.
No, he keeps his hand between your legs, determined to make you cum whether your dad finds out or not.
“You’d better answer him, sweetheart,” he whispers around your nipple, his teeth scraping against the bud.
You whimper softly and nod, bucking your hips into his hand as he continues working you closer and closer to that edge.
“I-I’m just grabbing a shirt!” You call, your voice faltering when Bucky bites your nipple roughly.
“Is Bucky still here?”
You bite your lip to try and hold back a moan as the coil in your belly tightens almost to the point of snapping.
“Answer him,” the man whispers from between your legs, scraping his teeth up your neck.
“Uh, yeah… somewhere,” you call, brows drawing together as you feel it coming.
“Okay. I’m gonna get changed, I’ll be back down in a minute.”
“O-Okay.”
Bucky licks your cheek then holds your throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off your air.
Your mouth drops open in a silent scream of pleasure and he grins, feeling your walls clamp down around his fingers.
“There you go, there’s my good girl. Such a good girl, cumming for me like that,” he whispers against your skin, peppering kisses wherever he can reach as he fucks you through your climax.
Finally, he releases your throat and pulls his fingers from between your legs, and you suck in a huge breath, body like jell-o as he licks his fingers.
“Find a shirt then come on out, I’m sure your old man wants to know how good you were for me,” he whispers, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back.
He plants a sloppy, erotic kiss on your mouth, then steps away from you and leaves the laundry room, fixing his erection on the way.
You stay there, panting on the washing machine for a long while before slowly climbing down on shaky legs.
You find a shirt and yank it over your head, then venture out to find your dad and Bucky.
The two of them are in the living room, sharing the pizza and some beer.
You take a seat next to Bucky, your thighs still shaking a bit, and smile at your dad.
“So how was the lesson?” He asks around a mouthful of food.
“It was good. He’s a good teacher.” You try to keep your voice level, you really do, but it’s hard to act normal while you recover from the most intense orgasm of your life.
“Nah, she’s just a good listener, picks up on things quickly. Real good at doing what she’s told.” Bucky’s hand squeezes your thigh and your dad nods, hardly paying attention.
“How was the game?” With those three words, Bucky has your dad launching into a detailed story of the hockey game. Thoroughly distracted, your dad doesn’t notice when his best friend slips his hand higher on your leg to cup your mound.
You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip, hoping he doesn’t notice anything.
When Bucky gets a little too daring, you stand up.
“I uh, I’m gonna go to bed. Thank you, Bucky, for the lesson.”
He nods, dark eyes on yours and filled with something that looks a little intimidating.
“Of course. If you’re free tomorrow night, maybe we can actually get you on the road, show you how it feels to actually ride.”
You swallow hard and nod, unable to look away.
“Goodnight, kiddo. I’ll see you in the morning.”
You turn without another word and race up the stairs as fast as your shaking legs can manage, your core throbbing with each step.
You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you can’t get the image of him out of your mind. Even when your fingers dip into your panties to try and alleviate the tingling between your thighs, nothing helps.
Now that you’ve had a taste of him, you know nothing will ever feel as good.
“I didn’t tell you to leave,” his voice suddenly whispers from the doorway.
You snap your gaze over to him and yank your hand from between your thighs, your heart racing at the intrusion.
He steps into your room and shuts the door softly behind himself, his eyes dark and his cock straining in his pants.
“M-my dad-”
“Is asleep. Knocked on his ass from all that beer. It’s just you and me, babygirl. And I plan on finishing what we started.”
You swallow hard and scoot back on your bed as he approaches, his eyes focused on your face.
“Now, someone was a bad girl and left before I told her she could. Do you have anything you wanna say for yourself?” His hand comes up to hold your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your lips to pucker.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, eyes wide and focused on his.
He nods, eyeing you closely, and then he pushes your mouth open further and spits in it.
“I don’t think you are, not yet. But you will be. I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t let me have what’s mine.”
Being forced to marry someone was not something you wanted, but when it turns out that it is to your best friend, who you secretly loved, things weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last and when the worst happens, you refuse to sit around and be miserable. Will you find true love again, or will your life be turned upside down?
Being forced to marry someone was not something you wanted, but when it turns out that it is to your best friend, who you secretly loved, things weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last and when the worst happens, you refuse to sit around and be miserable. Will you find true love again, or will your life be turned upside down?
It’s finally all posted!! I loved writing this series and I am just so proud of myself for having a complete series! If you read it please let me know your thoughts!!
Pairing:Bucky Barnes/Reader Summary: Bucky has you back in his arms and he refuses to allow anyone else to be able to lay a claim on you. Word Count: 2608 Warnings:swear words, cheesy writing A/N: Alright y'all, this is it, the last chapter!! This is the first series I have ever finished and I am super proud! I thought of this idea a little over a year ago and I actually managed to write the whole thing and I hope you all have enjoyed it!! If you would want to see more from these two, I have an idea to maybe accept drabble requests for it but I haven’t decided, so let me know if that is something you’d like!
“Come on, we need to get you out of these clothes.” Bucky finally said standing up and pulling you up with him.
You nodded and let him lead you back to his cabin, you were going to make a witty joke about him trying to get you out of your clothes but you were shaking uncontrollable, the cold feeling as though it had soaked through your bones.
You tried to get the buttons undone on your own but your fingers weren’t cooperating with you.
“Here I got it,” Bucky said softly, pushing you hands out of the way as he took to getting them off. You couldn’t help but chuckle, through your chattering teeth, as he struggled with the buttons as well. “Do you like this dress?” “Not really,” You shook your head. Within moments, Bucky had the top layered ripped off, you heard buttons hitting the floor, which only made you chuckle more.
Pairing:Bucky Barnes/Reader Summary: Bucky has you back in his arms and he refuses to allow anyone else to be able to lay a claim on you. Word Count: 2608 Warnings:swear words, cheesy writing A/N: Alright y'all, this is it, the last chapter!! This is the first series I have ever finished and I am super proud! I thought of this idea a little over a year ago and I actually managed to write the whole thing and I hope you all have enjoyed it!! If you would want to see more from these two, I have an idea to maybe accept drabble requests for it but I haven’t decided, so let me know if that is something you’d like!
“Come on, we need to get you out of these clothes.” Bucky finally said standing up and pulling you up with him.
You nodded and let him lead you back to his cabin, you were going to make a witty joke about him trying to get you out of your clothes but you were shaking uncontrollable, the cold feeling as though it had soaked through your bones.
You tried to get the buttons undone on your own but your fingers weren’t cooperating with you.
“Here I got it,” Bucky said softly, pushing you hands out of the way as he took to getting them off. You couldn’t help but chuckle, through your chattering teeth, as he struggled with the buttons as well. “Do you like this dress?” “Not really,” You shook your head. Within moments, Bucky had the top layered ripped off, you heard buttons hitting the floor, which only made you chuckle more.
Pairing:Bucky Barnes/Reader Summary: Bucky has you back in his arms and he refuses to allow anyone else to be able to lay a claim on you. Word Count: 2608 Warnings:swear words, cheesy writing A/N: Alright y'all, this is it, the last chapter!! This is the first series I have ever finished and I am super proud! I thought of this idea a little over a year ago and I actually managed to write the whole thing and I hope you all have enjoyed it!! If you would want to see more from these two, I have an idea to maybe accept drabble requests for it but I haven’t decided, so let me know if that is something you’d like!
“Come on, we need to get you out of these clothes.” Bucky finally said standing up and pulling you up with him.
You nodded and let him lead you back to his cabin, you were going to make a witty joke about him trying to get you out of your clothes but you were shaking uncontrollable, the cold feeling as though it had soaked through your bones.
You tried to get the buttons undone on your own but your fingers weren’t cooperating with you.
“Here I got it,” Bucky said softly, pushing you hands out of the way as he took to getting them off. You couldn’t help but chuckle, through your chattering teeth, as he struggled with the buttons as well. “Do you like this dress?” “Not really,” You shook your head. Within moments, Bucky had the top layered ripped off, you heard buttons hitting the floor, which only made you chuckle more.
“Who knew the feared pirate was almost bested by some buttons,” You teased.
“Oh you just sush.” He shook his head at your antics. He worked on pulling the other layers over your head. You listened to his command of lifting your hands over your head and he pulled the soaking and freezing clothes off you.
He didn’t leave you standing in nothing for long, quickly offering you dry, warm layers to put on.
“Here I thought you were undressing me for more fun reasons.”
“We need to get you warmed up. I don’t need you getting sick.” Bucky instructed as he continued to hand you layers. You could tell he was fretting over it.
“I have a better idea.” You told him while nodding over to the bed. “Just come here and hold me, we’ll get some extra blankets and I will warm up quickly.”
Bucky nodded, shocked at himself for not having thought of the idea himself. He definitely was planning on making you wear every layer of clothes that he could manage to find and fit you in.
You crawled into the bed, snuggling into the warmth that the blankets offered. Bucky found another few blankets and layered them on top before he crawled into the bed beside you and wrapped you into his arms.
Slowly you found yourself warming up, your shaking subsided and you were able to feel the comfort of Bucky’s embrace.
“Marry me.” Bucky blurted out, breaking the comfortable silence that you had been enjoying, and pulling you from the edges of sleep.
“I think you already asked me that once.” You chuckled.
“Well I am asking again.”
“My answer has remained the same.” You smiled, pulling away enough to look up at him. “I would never want to marry anyone else.”
“Good, let’s do it tomorrow.” Bucky suggested.
“In a rush?”
“I do not want another man to think he has the ability to lay a claim on you. I have waited my whole life to marry you, I do not wish to wait another day.”
You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm as the sincerity in his voice.
“Tomorrow it is then.” You smiled. Bucky was quick to lean down, pulling you into a passionate kiss. “Though that means, you better find another place to sleep tonight.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Tradition! You can’t stay with the bride the night before a wedding!”
“My love, we have broken many wedding rules already, I do not think that this one will be our downfall.” He pointed out, flipping you over slightly so that he was laying on top of you, leaning down and planting kisses all over your face, leaving your lips for last.
“Fine, but if things go wrong, you will only have yourself to blame!” You chuckled between kisses.
“Deal.” He smiled before going in for another kiss.
Your heart hadn’t felt this light in awhile, you had been waiting for the day that you got to marry your best friend for so long, you couldn’t believe it would be happening tomorrow.
Neither of you had really thought about how hectic the day was going to be. Honestly the two of you were happy with the most simple of ceremonies, but Sam and Steve had other ideas and wanted to make it a big thing.
They also were both appalled that you allowed Bucky to stay in his cabin with you. Because of that, they decide to keep you separate for the rest of the day. Steve was on Bucky duty while Sam was stuck with you.
“Where did you learn to sew?” You asked him as he worked to help you create a new outfit for the wedding.
“I have sisters, and I didn’t like being left out of things. Plus it comes in handy when someone gets injured.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“I shouldn’t be surprised that you are a little brother. Makes sense.” You nod.
“What on earth does that mean?” Sam asked with offense in his voice.
“I don’t know, but it wasn’t meant as a bad thing!” You laughed at him.
“You laughing says otherwise.” He pouted.
“Oh shut up and help me get into this dress.”
You were proud of what you and Sam were able to come up with in such a short amount of time. It wasn’t anything like the dress that you were originally going to marry James in but this was definitely the dress that you were to be married to Bucky in and that made you smile. This one, this was more you than anything you would have worn all those years ago.
“You ready to get married?” Sam asked with a smile as you both admired your work in the mirror.
“You have no idea how ready I am.” You sighed happily.
“Well you stay here, and I will check to see if everything else is ready.” Sam went running out the door and you took a moment to admire yourself. You also pulled the ring that you had been holding onto since you had first thought you lost Bucky.
You had snuck into your father’s study a few weeks after the news had been given to you. You knew that he had been holding onto the ring that was meant to adorn James’ hand and you wanted to see it. From then you had worn it on a chain, one that you had kept hidden from everyone, afraid someone would try to take it from you. It had been a piece of him you had been able to keep close, and now, now you were so glad you got to give it to him, that he would in fact be able to wear it proudly.
“Alright, everyone is waiting for you!” Sam brought you out of your trance. You quickly tucked the ring into a safe space before following him.
As you reached the top of the stairs, Sam went to hurry away, to take his place in the crowd of the rest of the crew. You reached out and grabbed his arm stopping him. “Will you walk me?” You asked softly. Tradition had your father giving you away and while he wasn’t here, and even if he was you weren’t sure you would want him to have that honor, you still wanted someone to have that spot beside you.
“It would be my honor.”
You watched as Bucky finally caught sight of you. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you took in the look of awe that he gave you. You truly could have stepped out in a potato sack and he would have been enamored by you and that look had you ready to leap into his arms. But you held back as you slowly made your way up to the front of the ship where Steve and Bucky were waiting for you.
Sam gave your hand a small squeeze before motioning for you to go. “Thank you,” You said softly before he turned and found his place and you stepped up to Bucky.
“Hi.” You breathed out.
“You’re the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.” He said back with the most sincerity he could muster.
Steve cleared his throat, stopping you from replying. He started the ceremony with a very traditional speech about love and commitment. Though, it was obvious that this was most traditional to a wedding of pirates than one you were used to, but you wouldn’t trade that for the world.
“Y/N, you may present your ring” Steve gave you a nod. You could see the slight confusion on Bucky’s face. Last night you both had agreed that it was okay that you hadn’t had rings ready since it wasn’t exactly planned ahead, but you had let Steve know that you had something.
“Bucky. I present this ring, a ring that I have held onto for years, always keeping it close to my heart, to keep you close to my heart. With this ring, I promise to continue that, to keep you close at all times, to protect you, to love you, no matter what is happening, whether it is the good times, the bad or the scary. I promise to always be yours no matter what.” You reached out to grab his hand, and slipped the ring on his finger. When you looked up at his face, you noticed that misty eyes he was most certainly trying to hide.
“Bucky you may now present your ring.” Steve instructed. You were also left a bit surprised that he had something prepared as well.
“Ironically, I present you with a ring that I have held onto for many years, waiting for the day when we would be reunited and that I could present it to you. I kept it with me the same way that I will keep my promise to always love you, to keep you safe, to cherish you and to never let you go. I am yours and no matter what, you will always have me.”
You were less successful than Bucky at keeping your tear at bay. You were happy to let them flow freely as he slipped the ring delicately onto your hand. As soon as the ring was securely in place, his hands were reaching your face, softly brushing away your tears.
“And with that, you are husband and wife, Captain, you may kiss the bride.”
Bucky truly wasted no time in sweeping you into his arms and kissing you. You wrapped your arms around your now husband and he was more than happy to use that as an opportunity to drop you into a dip. You were left pulling away laughing at his antics as he pulled you upright.
“And with that, let the party begin!” Steve announced, all the other sailors shouted at that and quickly the deck became one giant party.
You had to admit, this may not have been what you envisioned your wedding being like when you were a child, or even when you had first agreed to marry James, but this was better than anything you could have asked for. Wedding receptions were always a bit stuffy and pretty boring, but as you learned, pirates did not take celebrating lightly, any excuse to get drunk off their ass, they took.
You were enjoying a slight break from dancing with Bucky at the back of the ship when Steve came up to join you.
“Well how does it feel to have finally succeeded in your plan?” Steve asked Bucky. You were a bit confused as to what Steve meant. “Got your revenge and married the girl the very next day.”
“It feels great. Mostly because of this one,” Bucky said, giving you a soft smile.
Steve chuckled, “Don’t have too much fun tonight,”
“Oh, we will,” You replied with a chuckle. Once he wandered away, you turned to Bucky. “What exactly did he mean by that?”
“What do you mean?”
“You got your revenge yesterday.” You clarified. It felt like it was more than just that Pierce had tried to take you from him. It felt like it was something from when he first met Steve, something much older.
“Oh, that.” Bucky sighed slightly, “Peirce is the one that turned me in for treason. I had been put in the brig and told that I would be facing the king as soon as we arrived back. Basically it was obvious, I was to be executed without a chance to explain myself. Someone with his status making such a claim wasn’t taken lightly. I tried to explain that I didn’t even know him, had never served under his command but it didn’t matter. Once I was taken by Steve, or Captain Rogers, I swore that I would get my revenge for being taken from you and made to be a traitor.”
“Why would he-” You started to ask, but suddenly it clicked in your head. “That son of a bitch,”
Bucky gave you a bit of a confused look, not quite sure where you were going with your thought.
“Pierce made a comment that my father would be happy to see me so that he would not have to live in debt. I think my father made a deal with Pierce, one that used me to get him out of debt, but I had already been promised to you, so they must have figured a way to get you out of the picture.” It made sense, the reason your father had been so pushy at getting you to move on, and how much he had liked to gamble. “How could he do that to me?”
“What an asshole.” Bucky seethed. It had crossed his mind that that had been the reasoning for what had happened, especially when you had first reunited and told him of the marriage to Pierce, but Bucky had always respected your father, and he couldn’t imagine the man doing something so foul to his own daughter but he must have been wrong.
“Well it’s over now, you are a married woman so no one can tell you what to do.”
“Not even you.” You gave him a wicked smile.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” He agreed, before pulling you back into his arms and into a passionate kiss.
You spent the rest of the night on the dance floor, you and Sam were having a grand time dancing to the music a small band was playing when suddenly Bucky swooped in from behind you and picked you up.
“Sorry, but I think I am going to have to steal my wife away.” Bucky chuckled as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Bye Sam!’ You called as Bucky carried you away. “Someone is eager to get me out of there.”
“That I am” Bucky nodded, maneuvering you so that he was carrying you bridal style.
“Are we going to consummate this marriage?” You asked cheekily
“That ship has sailed a long time ago I believe”
“Maybe, but this will be the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, or am I now Mrs. Roberts?”
“I think technically for image sake you’re Mrs. Roberts,”
“As long as I’m yours, you can call me whatever you like.”
“Now about consummating this marriage.” Bucky gave you a sly grin.
“I think you said something about that ship having already sailed?” You teased.
“Oh but you made such a good point.” Bucky countered. He didn’t give you a chance to respond before you picked back up and carried to the bed. He had every intention of making this marriage official.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader Summary:You had faith that Bucky would come for you, but that didn’t mean you were just going to sit around and not take your own action. Word Count:1898 Warnings:Gross men, swearing, knife mention A/N: Alright we are almost there, just one more chapter to go! I have loved writing this story and I hope you have enjoyed reading it! Please leave a comment and let me know what you have thought!
You were left tied to the chair and locked in the same room for nearly the whole day. You couldn’t believe that you basically had better treatment on both pirate ships’ brigs. Finally Alexander came into the room well after it had turned dark.
“No ships following us, looks like your pirates don’t find you worth the chase,” He taunted. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what he knew about your stay with the pirates. For all he knows, you were their prisoner and they were just waiting to get the ransom for you. Or maybe he thinks you had sold yourself to their service, either way you would not admit that you actually had refound the love of your life.
He cut away the ropes that had you bound to the chair. You made a point to rub your wrists, they had tied the ropes rather tight, and you wanted him to know that he was as shitty of a man as you thought he was.
“Are you just not going to speak to me?” He huffed, “Not even a thank you for rescuing you from pirates, you couldn’t ask for a better life then the one I can offer you.
You couldn’t hold back the scoff that slipped through your lips at that. “I would have a better life in a pig’s pen than as your wife.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader Summary:You had faith that Bucky would come for you, but that didn’t mean you were just going to sit around and not take your own action. Word Count:1898 Warnings:Gross men, swearing, knife mention A/N: Alright we are almost there, just one more chapter to go! I have loved writing this story and I hope you have enjoyed reading it! Please leave a comment and let me know what you have thought!
You were left tied to the chair and locked in the same room for nearly the whole day. You couldn’t believe that you basically had better treatment on both pirate ships’ brigs. Finally Alexander came into the room well after it had turned dark.
“No ships following us, looks like your pirates don’t find you worth the chase,” He taunted. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what he knew about your stay with the pirates. For all he knows, you were their prisoner and they were just waiting to get the ransom for you. Or maybe he thinks you had sold yourself to their service, either way you would not admit that you actually had refound the love of your life.
He cut away the ropes that had you bound to the chair. You made a point to rub your wrists, they had tied the ropes rather tight, and you wanted him to know that he was as shitty of a man as you thought he was.
“Are you just not going to speak to me?” He huffed, “Not even a thank you for rescuing you from pirates, you couldn’t ask for a better life then the one I can offer you.
You couldn’t hold back the scoff that slipped through your lips at that. “I would have a better life in a pig’s pen than as your wife.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader Summary:You had faith that Bucky would come for you, but that didn’t mean you were just going to sit around and not take your own action. Word Count:1898 Warnings:Gross men, swearing, knife mention A/N: Alright we are almost there, just one more chapter to go! I have loved writing this story and I hope you have enjoyed reading it! Please leave a comment and let me know what you have thought!
You were left tied to the chair and locked in the same room for nearly the whole day. You couldn’t believe that you basically had better treatment on both pirate ships’ brigs. Finally Alexander came into the room well after it had turned dark.
“No ships following us, looks like your pirates don’t find you worth the chase,” He taunted. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what he knew about your stay with the pirates. For all he knows, you were their prisoner and they were just waiting to get the ransom for you. Or maybe he thinks you had sold yourself to their service, either way you would not admit that you actually had refound the love of your life.
He cut away the ropes that had you bound to the chair. You made a point to rub your wrists, they had tied the ropes rather tight, and you wanted him to know that he was as shitty of a man as you thought he was.
“Are you just not going to speak to me?” He huffed, “Not even a thank you for rescuing you from pirates, you couldn’t ask for a better life then the one I can offer you.
You couldn’t hold back the scoff that slipped through your lips at that. “I would have a better life in a pig’s pen than as your wife.”
Alexander’s hand raised at you quickly, only stopping inches from your face as you flinched away. “You will learn to watch your tongue around me!”
You let out a huff at that. Either Bucky was going to come for you or you would find a way to run away again. Either way, the last thing you would be doing was anything this man told you to do.
“Well either way, your parents will be glad to see you. Your father was starting to think he’d be in debt forever.” Alexander added, a hint of taunting in his voice.
“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, though, if you were honest with yourself you knew exactly what that meant. You didn’t want to believe that your father would basically sell you off to pay his debts, but that is what it seemed like.
“Nothing that you need to worry about. Now, there is a dress laid out for you over there. I will not have you wearing those, boy rags another minute. Once you have changed you will be allowed to walk around the ship, just don’t get in anyone’s way.” With those instructions he turned to leave you.
You were tempted to refuse the dress, to just stay hidden away in the cabin, but you also wanted some air and figured that when Bucky came to rescue you, you would want to be in on the action.
It wasn’t as if you hadn’t worn a dress since you joined Bucky’s crew, you had, plenty of times, but they were all much more comfortable then the one that Peirce left for you. There were too many layers, constricting your every move. You wondered how you ever wore these everyday.
You groaned when you noticed the corset, one that was not a comforting one that made you feel secure, but one that was not big enough for your frame and had you struggling to breath fully. You tried to tie it as loose as possible but still you found it rather uncomfortable.
You were pleasantly surprised when you were basically ignored by everyone on the ship, including Peirce. You really were free to wonder and you took advantage of it, spending most of the day on the top deck. You stayed at the back of the ship, eye on the horizon. You knew there was no way that Bucky was letting you go this easily, he had promised the opposite.
As you stood there watching the sea, you were beginning to feel the anxiety set in as you thought about what would happen if he didn’t show up. At first you had convinced yourself that you had left once, you could do so again, but you weren’t sure that would be totally true. Not only that, but you also had a lot of anxiety for what would happen if Bucky chose to attack this ship. You knew that he and his crew knew what they were doing, but this was a Navy vessel and you weren’t sure you could handle seeing anything happen to him.
As the sun started to set your heart began to sink, though Bucky could easily be planning to use the cover of night to his advantage, so you still had faith in him. Unfortunately, with that in mind, you didn’t sleep much. You had retired to your room, mostly so no one would question why you were still awake, and watching the rear of the ship, but you absolutely did not go to sleep.
Ultimately, the sun rose, and there had been no alarms raised. Leaving you to spend another day wandering the ship. This routine happened two more nights. You wouldn’t lie when you said you were starting to lose a bit of hope as you laced up your corset another day. You stood on the deck in your usual spot as you watched the sun rise. You had found that it truly was a beautiful sight, and if you weren’t sleeping anyway, you might as well enjoy something about this.
As you were admiring the colors that painted the sky, and in turn the ocean, you happened to notice a small spec of a shadow on the horizon. You discreetly got out your small telescope to see if you could get a better look. It was definitely a ship, you tried not to get your hopes up as it was too far away to be able to tell who it was.
You continued to track it over the next few hours, it was definitely gaining on you, and it wasn’t long before you were able to see that the flag flying were indeed those of the dread pirate Roberts.
Your heart felt light, even if you knew that a lot was about to happen, and that it wasn’t all going to be good, Bucky was coming for you and that had you smiling.
“Captain! We have a ship gaining on us quickly!” You heard a sailor yell.
Without even thinking, you carefully made your way over the rail on the ship. You knew that their next step was to try and hide you below deck and you knew Bucky wouldn’t want to risk your safety so staying where he could see you would be best.
“Get (Y/N)! Take her below deck, we’ll take care of these pirates!”
“It’s Captain Roberts!”
“And we’re the Royal Navy, they don’t stand a chance.”
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!” Peirce finally noticed you, holding onto the rail, on the wrong side of it.
“Take one step near me and I will jump!” You warned. While it probably wasn’t your smartest thought, you really did mean it. It was a calculated risk. To start, the chance that he or anyone else would take the risk is slim, but even if they did you were a good swimmer, and Bucky’s ship would be close within minutes.
There was no way that you were risking Bucky being this close and slipping through his grasp, and you hated to admit it but you still felt that no life was a better option than a life without him and definitely better than a life with the monster of a man that had you on this ship in the first place.
Looking down had to second guessing that choice for just a minute, but as you looked over, you saw Bucky’s ship, they were close, so close in fact, that you were convinced you could see the worry that was written over Bucky’s face.
“Get down from there!” Alexander shouted.
“Not going to happen. You will never have me. I am not a prize you can buy, and I am not some damsel that needs saving!” You shouted back.
In that moment he must have decided that he had had enough of your antics and he lunged for you. You decided that it was now or never, so with that thought in mind you kicked yourself off the naval ship.
You weren’t sure that anything could be worse than the moment of freefall but the second your body hit the ice cold water you realized you were wrong. It felt like you were being stabbed by a million small needles all over your body. You had to remind yourself that you needed to swim, you needed to break the surface or you would be dead.
You managed to get your head above the water, but found yourself unable to take a solid breath, stupid corset was restricting your every move. You pushed through the pain, and the black splotches that were dotting the edge of your vision, and fought to swim over to the pirate ship.
Bucky, Steve, and Sam were at the edge of the ship, a rope hung down so that you could get up. You managed to grab on, but one attempt at pulling yourself up and you realized it was useless.
Thank god, Bucky was observant enough to realize you weren’t going to be able to get up yourself. “Hang on tight!” He instructed as he, Sam and Steve began to pull the rope up. As soon as you were close enough, Bucky was reaching over and pulled you the rest of the way up.
“What were you thinking! You could have died!” Bucky fretted over you.
“Can’t breath. Corset” You coughed out, not even paying enough attention to know what Bucky had been saying to you.
Not a second after you had uttered that you heard the sound of fabric ripping and you felt the immediate relief of the corset falling off your chest. You were immediately coughing, trying to get enough air in your lungs, as well as the water from your lungs. You weren’t sure if you were gripping Bucky hard or if he was gripping you more, but either way you took comfort in being in his arms as you listened to him whisper assurances in your ear as Steve barked orders to the men.
The cannons were a noise you were very used to at this point and you weren’t surprised to hear them going off. You could tell the Navy ship was trying to counter the attack but Bucky had had his ship better prepared than them so it wasn’t long before the firing stopped.
You pulled away slightly from him as you watched the Naval ship sinking. You knew that in theory you should feel bad, there were probably good men on that ship, people with families, but you couldn’t, not when you knew that this was the only way you could be free of Pierce trying to find you.
You had known that Bucky wouldn’t have shown the man who tried to take you from him any mercy and if you were being honest, you were thankful for that.
“I’m so sorry it took us so long” He whispered into your hair.
Title: Sushi and Exes Pairing: Bucky/Reader Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Domestic abuse, past abuse, discussion of sex, maniputation, controlling behavior Summary: You and Bucky are on a date when an old ex of yours shows up to start trouble.
Please don’t re-post my story! I don’t give permission to do that! I worked really hard on this. And should out to my Beta Reader @welcome-to-the-sin-zone for correcting any mistakes! I hope you all like this!! It was 100% self indulgent. Like… Everything that happened betwen reader and her ex happened to me with my ex, excpet for confronting me about it. So enjoy!!!
