This Man Should Come With A Warning!!

This man should come with a warning!!

#manspreading!!

SEBASTIAN STAN Pam & Tommy (2022)

Venomed

Summary: What once was a beautiful relationship with Peter, turns quite venomous…

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death.

Notes: Fun fact, I first started this blog with a venom!reader x peter parker story (that I never got around to finishing, whoops) so here’s my attempt at one with tasm! Peter. hope you enjoy ♡

Part 2 Part 3

Part 1

“We can’t do this anymore,” he says.

There's tears in his eyes and it makes you angry because how dare he act like this is hurting him as much as it is you when he’s the one choosing to do this.

“Peter, don’t….”

“I’m not going to go through this again. I can’t go through this again. Please don’t reach out to me. Don’t call me, don’t even think about me. I’m going to stay away and for this to work, I need you to do the same.”

Your eyes are clouded with unshed tears and you dig your nails into your palm to keep them at bay because he doesn’t deserve your tears. Not when he’s willingly putting you through this.

“You…you said you loved me,” is all you let out, and you see the muscles in his neck tense up.

“That’s exactly why I’m doing this.”

A tear falls down his face and you instinctively reach out to him but he immediately steps back.

“I don’t get a say?” you ask and your voice cracks and you curse yourself for being so weak in front of him.

You wish you were stronger. You wish you could be angrier. Anything to show him that you didn’t give a damn about him breaking your heart because someone that put you through this much pain didn’t truly love you and didn’t deserve for you to love them back.

“You get to say goodbye.”

But you were never in control of anything when it came to Peter Parker.

“I can’t leave you without telling you why. It’s selfish of me, but I need you to know that it isn’t because I didn’t love you or because you did anything wrong. I…I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I just don’t want your entire life to be spent with me.”

He takes a shaky breath.

“Gwen she….her life was cut short because of me and I…I’m not going to let that happen to you. I refuse,” he says firmly.

You nod slowly, taking in his words.

You’re not going to win this fight. Not when he just admitted that he’s no longer going to fight for you.

“I hate you,” you say surprisingly, eyes locked on his.

He gives you a watery smile but the sadness in his eyes makes it look pathetic.

“Good.”

And he turns around and walks away.

Just like that.

Leaves you alone in front of your favorite Italian restaurant with the take away container of half eaten spaghetti in your hand.

It was your anniversary today.

He broke up with you on your fucking anniversary.

“Asshole!” you scream, but he's completely out of your sight by now and you're not sure if he even heard you and part of you hopes he didn’t because you don’t mean it.

You knew why he was doing this. You knew it was coming sooner or later.

His nightmares were getting worse. He would wake up sweating and shaking and screaming and you would immediately embrace him, rubbing small circles in his back and kissing the top of his head and telling him it was ok because you knew what he was dreaming of.

He never fully recovered from Gwen’s death.

The tenants from the apartment building you both shared had let you know about his high school sweetheart’s passing before you even had a chance to meet him.

“Poor guy, completely devastated about her, even though it’s been two years. Heard it was a freak accident at a clock tower. One of those whackos after Spider-Man. That’s why you shouldn’t get mixed up in that crap,” one of your neighbors, an old man by the name of Charlie, had told you when you first moved in.

You knew Peter Parker was the man who lived right across from you, his mailbox being right on top of yours in the mailroom. You were intrigued by him, only getting to see him when he went in and out of his apartment, never even being able to talk to him. But now, knowing exactly why he was so mysterious, you were completely devastated.

You couldn’t imagine the pain he was in. So, determined to help, you made it your mission to be as friendly and courteous of a neighbor as you could be.

Whenever you would bake, you would leave tupperware filled with cookies or brownies, or whatever it was you whipped up, at his door, with a little note that said “enjoy” accompanied by a little happy face.

He had caught you one day walking back to your door after dropping some off. You freeze, having halfway entered your apartment, eyes on him.

This was the first time you got more than a rushed glance at Peter and your heart beat rapidly in your chest because he was cute. Very cute.

You brought your hand up to signal a greeting to which he mimicked, albeit a little awkwardly, but he sent you a small smile that warmed up your whole body.

Later on that night, when you open the door to head out, you see a collection of your tupperware neatly placed on your entrance rug with a small note on top.

“Thank you” handwritten with a little happy face.

You couldn't stop smiling the entire night.

You both began to talk casually, exchanging small talk whenever you would cross paths while entering or exiting your respective apartments.

Soon enough he asks if he can have the recipe for your brownies and you suggest he comes over so you could teach him in person. Baking together becomes a common occurrence and even though Peter slightly burns everything he bakes, you always say they're delicious because the smile on his face is worth it every time.

You graduate from friendly neighbors to baking partners to best friends, and eventually he even confides in you his biggest secret.

Finding out he was Spider-Man admittedly threw you through a loop, but it didn’t change how you saw Peter. He was still your best friend and your friendly neighbor from across the hall. If anything, it just made your admiration for him grow, realizing just how selfless and amazing he was.

This, unfortunately, also helped you understand just how deeply Gwen’s death affected Peter.

“I killed her,” he had said one night, eyes red and hands shaking.

You comforted him that night. You comforted him every night since. You had a first aid kit on your nightstand, ready for whenever he knocked on your window after a night of patrolling, and hugs and words of love and encouragement whenever he needed it.

His guilt pained you, his confessions of feeling like it was all his fault eating you up on the inside. But you never tired of fighting him on it.

“You do so much, Pete. You always give it your all and I know you did all you could to save her that night. You need to forgive yourself,” you state, tears in your eyes as he sobs into your neck, arms wrapped around you almost desperately.

Peter carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and you tried everyday to help ease the pressure of it all.

With how close you two had gotten and how much you leaned on one another, it was, of course, inevitable that you fell in love with him.

Despite that, you refused to risk your friendship by confessing to him, knowing that he wasn’t ready to date, let alone love anyone else for that matter.

Yes, you loved Peter, but you were more than fine if he couldn’t love you back. You cared so much for him that you were just happy to have him in your life any way you could.

One day, though, he barges into your apartment.

You were in the middle of watching a bad reality show (a Jersey Shore rerun, you remember), when you turned your head to see him entering, rushing over to you.

“Hey Pete, what’s-”

Before you could even finish, his hands cup your face and he crashes his lips on yours. You’re frozen in place, brain trying to register what was happening, but your eyes slowly close and you're surprised to feel yourself kissing back.

When he parts, your eyes flutter open, and your senses finally start working again.

“Wow,” you breathe out.

“Sorry I just….I couldn’t get it out of my head. I needed to know what that would feel like,” he confesses, forehead resting on your’s as he catches his breath.

There’s a look in his eyes that makes your heart race and you suddenly feel shy under his intense gaze.

“Oh…o-ok. Um, how…how was it?” you ask.

“It was amazing, actually. Which is a problem.”

Your brows furrowed, worried.

“How so?”

“Because I want to do it again.”

Which he does.

Again.

And again.

And again.

The rest was history.

You could continue to think about all the good times, all the romantic moments and passionate memories you shared with Peter Parker, but it’s beginning to rain and you're still standing alone in front of the restaurant, container heavy in your hand.

You don’t remember how you got home, but you do, and you immediately throw yourself on the bed, arms grasping at a pillow as you dig your face in it and sob.

Your heart was completely shattered that night.

And though you refused to believe it, Peter’s was too.

As you layed in bed crying, the container of leftover pasta you left on your kitchen counter began to shake. It falls onto the ground and an odd black substance emerges from it and begins to crawl towards your bedroom. It slides under your door frame and makes its way up your bedpost before crawling on the bed and onto the pillow your head lay on.

You had fallen asleep by this point, dry tear stains on your cheeks.

Without stirring you awake, the black substance slithers it’s way into your ear, and you were none the wiser.

At that exact moment, from right across the hall, Peter had jolted awake from his sleep, screaming your name into the dark.

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This is so baker Bucky 😆

After Bucky burns another batch of cupcakes while listening to the playlist you made him, Steve decides he’s going to ban certain songs from the bakery. 

Bucky can’t even blame him although he does maintain that it’s not his fault that he put a cup of salt in the pie dough. Well-maybe its partially his fault but you distracted him this morning and now he can’t stop thinking about you. 

And what you did to him. 

Over and over, so tight and fast around him that he forgot to breathe, his eyes rolled back in his head and he had to force himself from orgasming before you did. He’s never struggled to stay in control that he did this morning and he can still feel the thin, raised marks you clawed down his back, he swears you’re imprinted on him. 

And he loves it. 

“Listen, Steve,” Bucky starts, his eyes fluttering shut. “She just-” He breaks into a soft, breathy moan. “You don’t understand, I’ve never-”  

Steve shakes his head, holding up the mixing bowl like a shield. “Don’t even think about finishing the sentence I will throw this at you.” 

A smile tugs at Bucky’s lips, his cheeks rounding out. His pink tongue darts across his chapped bottom lip and he blows out a slow bated breath. “She turned me inside out, Stevie. It was incredible, I'm still shaky, she took everything, every last drop I had--I think she snatched my soul.” 

Steve grimaces, running his flour-covered hand down his face, leaving a streak across his nose. “I didn’t want to hear that Buck.” 

“And I didn’t want to leave my sweet Peach in bed.” Bucky shrugs, his eyes still closed as he relives the memory of you riding him. “I’m going on my break.”

“It's not even noon.” 

Bucky’s eyes snap open and he grins at his glowering friend before he turns on his heel and strolls towards the ext. “Before you start, I made enough to get us through the lunch rush. I’ll only be gone an hour, not really enough time to enjoy eating my peach the way she deserves but I’ll make it work”

“Didn’t need to hear that either Buck!” 

Bucky whips off his apron, tossing it on the counter before pushing open the doors. He glances over his shoulder. “You know maybe if you if ate some Honey you wouldn’t be so uptight.” 

Steve’s mouth flounders open, an offended gasp catches in his throat. Bucky waves goodbye and walks out.

"I get plenty of Honey, I mean sex, I have all the sex I want." Steve tosses the empty bowl at his retreating figuring, groaning when Bucky ducks, his laughter trailing behind him.

Folding his arms across his chest, Steve bites his lower lip, remembering your cupcakes are still in his office. “Maybe he’s right. I do need a taste or two.” 

Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Bucky shows you who’s in control when he wears a replica Sergeant’s uniform on Halloween

Notes: 18+ content below the cut: authority kink, uniform kink, (slight) corruption kink, oral (male rec.), deep throating, cum swallowing, nicknames (Sergeant, sir, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl), afab reader. I have a part 2 in mind if anyone is interested!!

At first glance, Halloween seems like a time to be something you’re not; people dress as ghouls and monsters, roaming through the night without a second glance. But for some, Halloween is a time to live out their dreams, wearing vigilante costumes and protecting the world from behind a plastic mask. 

For Bucky, Halloween is a chance to be the person he used to be – the person he remembers. It’s an opportunity for him to wear his rank proudly, recalling stories of his hero days with Steve and the rest of the curious crowd that gathers to see the spectacle of a forgotten era.

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Kinktober Day 8: Spit Kink

SUMMARY// A year had passed since your village had been invaded and you made a deal with the devil himself. One night of whatever he wanted to prove your worth to Captain Bucky Barnes of how you could benefit his crew.

WARNINGS// smut, soft!dark, kinda Stockholm syndrome, kinda degradation, kinda a smidgen of praise, possessive vibes, mention of a bruise, lil bit of choking kink, spit kink, light spanking, cursing (if I forgot any pleeaaase please let me know)

AU// soft!dark pirate!bucky x f!reader

NOTE// This got waaayyyy longer than it was intended to 😅, thanks @sgt-seabass for your help brainstorming and @commonintrest for requesting pirate bucky, ily both

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Moodboard by// @samhainduchess

A year had passed since your village had been invaded and you made a deal with the devil himself. One night of whatever he wanted to prove your worth to Captain Bucky Barnes of how you could benefit his crew.

One night that had turned into a year of being in Bucky's quarters more than anywhere else on the large ship. He'd expected you to try to escape many times. Especially during times like this when you'd be on the main deck while the rest of his crew were away.

Finishing the last shirt of his to clip to the clothes line to dry, you looked at the dock. The sparkling blue water entrancing you as you turned to Bucky who was leaned against a beam that held one of the large sails. "Bucky-"

"No." He didn't even let you finish, voice stern and low as he folded his arms across his chest. "Can I, please? I just wanna feel the water." You pleaded, wiping the soapy water on your hands onto the skirt of the thin dress.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, looking to the clothes that had just been washed and hung to dry before over to his crew that were enjoying a few moments of the sandy shore. "You have 30 minutes."

"Oh, thank you." Without thinking you're arms went around his neck, his stern stance not faltering even for just a moment as you quickly pulled away. "Sorry-" you went to apologize, Bucky cocking an eyebrow at you. "Go, before I change my mind."

He felt something inside him twist at the delighted look on your face as you made your way off of the ship and to the dock. Sitting on the edge to let your feet wade in the cool water.

"Careful, a shark might come bite your leg off."

You looked behind you at the deep voice, squinting your eyes at the bright sun to see Sam as he walked closer. Kneeling down beside you with his forearm propped up on his knee.

"I don't think they'll come this close to shore. Do you?" You shrugged, kicking legs back and forth gently against the water. Admiring how it almost seemed to match the color of Bucky's eyes perfectly. "Never know. The sea is full of surprises. Just like you for staying."

"What do you mean?" You looked at him with furrowed brows, studying his features. "Well, the entire crew hears you. You can't actually like that. We all expected you to escape by now." Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "I made a deal, and I like it here."

"A deal for one night, not a year. Look at you, bruised up and gorgeous. It's a shame, really." A shiver ran down your spine when his calloused fingers grazed over the fresh bite mark bucky had left the night before on your shoulder. The indents from his teeth slowly being replaced by a deep bruise.

It wasn't the same excited shiver you got when Bucky's cold and warm hands would grip onto you. The gentle touch almost bringing shame to the surface as his fingers traced over the fading ones on your wrist.

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. "I like it here, Bucky isn't a bad guy. He's just... troubled." You mumbled, shrugging your shoulder and moving your arm away from him. "He should treat you better just for the fact that you haven't tried to run off. Good behavior should be rewarded." Sam said with a pointed look.

Bucky had went down to his quarters to grab something, hearing your faint voice and someone else's as he made it back to the upper deck. Eyebrows knitting together as he went to look.

The twist he'd felt earlier turned to a disgusted lurch of his stomach when he saw Sam's fingers touching you. A deep scowl etching his features as long strides carried him to where you were.

You hadn't even registered his heavy footsteps before his warm right hand gripped your upper arm. A surprised squeal erupting from your throat when he pulled you to your feet in a quick yank.

"Don't touch my things, Wilson. You should know better." Bucky seethed, jerking you along behind him. Stumbling along until you found your balance to match his fast strides until he shoved the door of his quarters open. Shoving you to sit on the mattress of his bed.

"I'm sorry, Bucky-" you were cut off by a sharp slap to your cheek. Whimpering as you raised your hand to feel the stinging skin. "You fucking know better. You're mine, you don't get to talk to any of them."

Another whimper rang from your throat when cold metal fingers gripped your jaw, making you look at him. "Letting him touch you like that? You're a whore." Anger flared in his eyes as he pursed his lips, warm spit suddenly coating the irritated skin of your cheek.

You didn't look at Bucky in fear, more apologetic as he released your cheeks. Hands going to work at the loose buttons of his shirt and pants. "Undress." He ordered, darkened eyes staying locked on you as you stood. Shaky hands going behind your back to untie the fabric that held the back of the dress closed.

"Little fucking faster." Bucky snapped, fisting over himself as he kicked his pants to the side. You quickly nodded and slipped your arms out of the dress before letting it fall to pool at your feet.

"On the bed."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees on the bed. Yelping quietly when his right hand pressed to the back of your head, pushing your face into the thin pillows.

Your hips wiggled absent-mindedly when his thick head slid through your folds. "Hold still." Bucky snapped, a harsh slap stinging the flesh of your ass.

You clenched at the sensation, pushing your hips back towards him. "Greedy slut." He rasped, filling you to the brim in a swift thrust that had you crying out.

He didn't give any time to adjust, slamming his hips into yours in a relentless pace as his hand gripped the back of your neck to keep your upper half pressed against the mattress.

"Whose slut are you?" Bucky grunted, metal fingers curling into the swell of your ass. "Yours-" you gasped out when he fucked into the sweet spot deepest into your walls. "This my tight cunt?"

"Yes- yes, Bucky." Another harsh slap to the supple flesh of your ass made you moan. "Damn right it is." He huffed out, swollen tip knocking into the rough patch at an angle that had your head spinning. A series of thin moans spilling from your lips as heat sprouted in your veins.

You whined when he suddenly pulled out before he maneuvered you onto your back. "Take everything I give you, like the good girl you're suppose to be." He said through clenched teeth when he slammed back into you. A string of saliva falling from his plump lips to your clit as his hands curled around the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees up towards your shoulders.

"Look. At. Me." Bucky punctuated each word with a rough snap of his hips when your eyes fluttered closed.

He'd always expected to see disgust and resentment in your eyes when he'd do the filthiest of things- for the way he acted. But everytime, He'd see nothing but lust and a spark of something else he couldn't quite explain as your walls clamped around him again.

Taking the opportunity when your jaw slacked to gather more saliva in his mouth and spit it into yours, he groaned as he watched you swallow it. The vice grip your cunt had on him sending a shiver down his spine.

"I ever see you letting one of my men touch you, I'll be the only one cumming." Bucky stated, the grip on the backs of your thighs bruising as he fucked into you. The vigorous pace inching you further up the bed as shocks of bliss coursed through you.

"Greedy cunt just can't stop milkin' me. My cock feel that good?" He snarked, a cocky smirk plastering on his flush face. "I asked you a question." You keened in response, his hand going down to thumb at your swollen clit. "Yes," you gasped out, hands searching for something to hold onto as they found his toned thighs.

His thrusts turned short and fast, flesh hand gripping one of your breasts as his cock slid against every sweet spot of your overly sensitive walls. The line between pain and pleasure blurring as tears prickled your eyes. The coil threatening to snap with every drive into your cunt.

"Another." He grunted, jaw clenched tightly. "I can't-" you mewled, pressing your hand to the tensed muscles of his lower abdomen. "You will. You've given me more plenty of times." Bucky snapped, rolling one of your pebbled buds between his fingers.

He watched as your body tensed, thighs quivering as they tried to shut and vision whiting out for a moment as you cried out his name. Barely registering the twitch of his cock as he painted your walls with his release.

Your eyes blinked open as you felt a rag between your thighs, Bucky's long, dark hair falling forward as he cleaned you up before shoving your legs to the side for you to roll over. The deep ache just above your pelvic bone already setting in.

Staring at the wooden wall, you heard bottles clanking for a moment before liquid pouring sounded in the room. The glass being sat back down with a quiet thump as Bucky exhaled a deep breath.

You figured he would lay with his back to you like any other night. Nudging you away if you tried to cuddle into his back in search of the intimacy you longed for from him, only to be stuck staring at the back of his head until you finally fell asleep.

But, as he looked over your form that you had pulled the thin blanket over, he narrowed his eyes at you. Gaze raking over the soft skin of your back that was exposed, taking in every curve he'd gripped onto many times before. Getting much more in return than he'd ever given- He'd decided on something different for once.

It took you by surprise when you felt his bare front press into your back. Thick, right arm going around you tightly as his fingers wrapped around your hand.

You let out a breath, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before you heard him grunt in disapproval. "Sorry." You murmured, tucking the hand his was wrapped around under your chin. "Go to sleep, or I'll turn over." Bucky grumbled under his breath.

You didn't sleep for the longest time. Instead, you laid there, enjoying the warmth of his firm body pressed to your back. Enjoying the intimacy of it all, wondering how long it'd last.

Which, wasn't long- the moment your eyes had opened, you saw Bucky pulling his boots on as you sat up. Blinking a few times when a dress was tossed in your direction. Handmade and thin like all of the others that sat in the trunk in the corner of the room.

He waited until you'd pulled the clothing on before pushing a bucket of soapy water in your direction with his heavy boot. "I want it cleaned." He ordered, fastening his pants. "Last night-"

"I don't care what you think last night was. You're nothing but a cockslut- a toy that I play with when I'm bored. I give you these stupid books to keep you busy, now I'm giving you something else to do. Listen to what I say." The muscle in his jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth, tossing a rag in your direction. Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him. "I-"

"Shut up and do it!" You flinched at the harsh tone of his voice. Nodding your head as you swallowed hard. "I'll be back later, clean the hall too."

Part of Bucky started to feel a little guilty for how he acted towards you. Realizing the pleading from a year ago wasn't just to save your ass- you didn't seem to want to leave.

All of the times he'd trusted you with a straight razor to shave his face, putting an opportunity in your hand to have one little slip of a finger and escape. When he'd watched from where you couldn't see him on the upper deck as you washed clothes, waiting for you to make a break for it at the first chance.

He had to push that feeling away somehow. And the local pub of an island the ship was docked at gave him the perfect chance to do so.

You had done what Bucky said while he was away, Steve the only one left on the ship as you were finishing up the narrow hallway that led to the separate quarters for his men.

You could hear his heavy footsteps on the floor of the main deck above, chewing your bottom lip as you twisted the rag to wring out the excess water.

Looking over your shoulder when you heard his deep chuckle, your bottom lip trembled as you saw Bucky walk into his door with a brunette woman in tow. Daring to look at Steve who looked down at you with almost sympathetic eyes as he leaned against the thick wood of the wall.

A few moments passed, barely audible voices coming from his quarters and Bucky's getting more agitated by the second as the woman argued with him.

"Get out!" His booming voice echoed through the door, the woman walking out with tears streaking her face as she slammed the door behind her.

"What'd you do to her?" Steve questioned when Bucky jerked the door open to stand in the doorway. Defined torso on display and pants unbuckled. "I yelled at her. She wasn't doing it right." He shrugged, eyes flicking down to look at you as you lifted the bucket from the floor.

"You, c'mon. Since you're the only one who seems to know how." Bucky grumbled the last part more to himself as you sat the bucket on a table nearby. Following him into the room.

He just looked at you for a moment before raising his eyebrows. "Well? You gonna do somethin'?" He said, voice laced with aggravation. "Have her do it, since one just isn't enough for you."

Bucky's dark chuckle radiated through your body as he rubbed his right hand against the base of his left shoulder where metal met flesh, shaking his head. "Snappin' back now. Ain't ya?"

You were just as surprised as he was at the remark. "I do everything for you, and you brought another woman in here. Out of everything you've done- this might be the worst." You swallowed back the fear that threatened to trickle into your words, hoping his response wouldn't be too harsh.

"A woman who didn't know what she was doing. You, know just how I like it." He kicked his pants off, sitting on the end of the bed. "Now, if you wanna put that mouth to better use, I'll be right here waiting."

You tried not to look pass his chest- the way the taut muscles rose and fell with every breath, or how his abdomen tensed lightly with every twitch of his cock.

The sight of the swollen, leaking tip making your mouth water as it rested against his lower abdomen. Waiting eyes watching you as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

Exhaling a breath, you stepped closer. Dropping down to your knees one at a time between his thick thighs as he smirked down at you. "I knew you could be a good slut."

The salty taste of precum flooded your tastebuds when you flicked your tongue over the slit. Moaning lightly at the familiar taste as your lips wrapped around his smooth tip, slowly taking him further into your mouth.

Bucky wanted to close his eyes to enjoy the feeling of your mouth, but he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from the way you swallowed him to the base. His hand going to the back of your head to hold you on him for a few more moments.

Arousal pooled in your underwear from the rewarding moan that passed his lips when you tried to swallow around him. Spit leaking pass your lips and onto his base as tears prickled your eyes.

"Just like that. You know how to do it right. Don'ya, sugar?" You tapped against his thighs for him to let you up for a breath, another moan pulling from his chest when your throat constricted around him again. "Huh-uh, three taps and I let you up. That was four." Bucky hummed, cocking his head to the side for a better view as you did just what he said.

Three taps and he let go.

A string of spit went from his tip to your lips when you pulled away, a look of pride on his flush face. "Your mouth feels almost as good as your cunt. Keep going, you know when to stop."

Your chest heaved as you nodded, breathing through your nose as you found a steady pace to bob your head along him. Gently twisting your hand around what you didn't take in your mouth as he let moans and grunt fall freely into the thick air, metal fingers gripping tightly to the back of your hair.

Massaging your tongue against his bulbous head, you looked at his face for a sign that it was time to stop. The scrunched up look of his sharp features and thin layer of sweat coating his chest letting you know when you pull away.

Wiping the back of your hand against your chin, you sat back on your heels. Furrowing your eyebrows when Bucky scooted up the bed, his shoulders leaned against the handmade headboard. "Well, c'mon." He snapped, raising his eyebrows at you.

Your eyes went wide for a moment at the realization- undoing the flimsy buttons on the front of your dress to slip it off. Your underwear following the fabric before you hesitated to straddle his hips, chewing your bottom lip when he sat up more.

Goosebumps prickled your skin when his warm right hand grazed up the length of your back, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck as his lips nipped at your skin. Going from the tops of your breasts, to your collarbone, stopping at you jaw- right beside your ear as he spoke quietly. "You're gonna stay right here, on this ship, with me. Until the day I die."

You swallowed thickly and nodded, Bucky grabbing a fistful of your hair. "Of course." You breathed out, hands smoothing up his biceps and to his shoulders. "Then do as you're told and fuck me." It came out in nearly a growl as he said it, cold fingers digging into your hip to lift you enough for him to guide you down on him.

Your movements started out a little jerky, trying to get use to taking his size from the angle you weren't fully familiar with since Bucky came along. Your thighs tensing as you tried to find a steady pace, his hands wondering your stomach and chest. Tracing over every fading mark his lips had left.

"Faster." Your hands lifted to wrap around his wrist when his fingers curled around your neck. Urging you to pick up the pace. "You like it, don't you? That's why you never left. Just a cockdrunk slut that's all mine."

You whined in response, hips faltering for a moment before his grip on your thigh and neck tightened. "You better keep going if you wanna breathe. I'm not letting go until you make yourself cum." Bucky said through gritted teeth. You tried adjust yourself to hit the sweet spot Bucky never seemed to miss, brushing over it enough to make you choke out a cry before it was lost again.

"I- can't." You wheezed out, tears spilling onto your cheeks from the burning ache that grew in your belly. Begging to be relieved

"That greedy pussy just needs an extra push." He hummed, metal fingers pinching and flicking over your clit as your thighs started to quiver. Your lungs burning for a breath as the coil snapped and a strained moan pulled from your throat.

You sucked in a sharp breath when Bucky let go, filling your aching lungs with air as you leaned your palms against his sturdy chest.

"Fuck- there ya go. Now you're doing it right." He grunted, arms going back behind his head as he watched the way your cunt took every inch of him. Walls stretched to their limit and gripping his cock as you rode through the aftershocks of your orgasm. Groaning quietly at the blissed out look on your face.

"M'not done." He growled, gripping onto your hips when you went to stop. "Bucky- my legs hurt." You whined, grinding down against him. "I'll do it myself."

In a swift movement, one of Bucky's strong arms went around you and your back met the mattress. Your legs lifted higher on his waist as he found a ruthless pace.

"Look at me-" cold fingers dug into your cheeks like every other time. Your lips parting to prepare for the string of saliva that he'd spit into your mouth.

Only for his tongue to slip in, instead. Lips smashing to yours in a messy kiss that coated both of your lips in spit as he moaned into your mouth before pulling away.

Lust blown blues stared down at you, his grip on your cheeks not letting up as he worked you towards another orgasm. "Don'you ever stop looking at me like that. Understood?" Bucky panted, easily finding the spot that you tried so hard to find just moments before. "Yes-"

Letting go of your cheeks, Bucky moved his hand down to press sloppy circles to your clit. His hips stuttering when your walls clamped down on him and back arched off of the mattress. Lips smashing into yours again as spurts of release filled you.

He rode through both of your highs with short, gentle thrusts. Groaning into your mouth lightly before slipping out of you.

Your heart twisted when he laid with his back to you. Shuffling to get under the blanket when his body heat had been taken with him.

"I love you..." You whispered, partially hoping he didn't hear. The scoff and shake of his head telling you he did. "No you don't."

Chewing the edge of your bottom lip, you cuddled into his back. Waiting for him to nudge you away before he turned to his other side. "Turn over."

Doing as he said, warmth bloomed in your chest when his arm went around your waist. A more comfortable silence settling in the air. "Are you scared of me?" His low voice asked in a mumbled. "Not at all."

"Good."