#I feel like I can you evil laughing at me behind your screen😂😂😂

[sunlitsunflowers]

Holy shit!! This is so fucking good!!! Honestly I'd let pirate bucky do whatever he wanted to me!! I don't understand how you keep writing incredible fic after incredible fic!! It's amazing💛💛💛

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ✗  Pirate!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count ✗ 1.7k Event ✗ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer | Week 6 - "How do you want me?" Warnings ✗ Swearing, pet names, fluff, smut (unprotected piv, dom!Bucky, no prep, angry s-x, dirty talk, praise + degradation + sir kink) Author's Note ✗ So... I think it would be a bit foolish for me to say that I am innocent at this stage - but, I will say it anyway.

Sins of the Seven Seas Masterlist | Hot Bucky Summer Masterlist

It was a punishable act to not follow the Captain’s orders, just as much as it was to cross him when his fuse was already so short. Luckily for you, you had the one thing that would calm the brusque fury into a simmering wave. 

The tension on The Soldat’s deck was thicker than the fog in the early hours of a cold morning. 

All day, your Captain had been snappish in his orders – quick to berate and growl out a reprimand if a crew member dawdled too long or made a mistake. 

It was unnerving. 

Bucky had always remained composed – very little could rattle the seasoned sailor, but the first sighting of an encroaching armada seemed to have set his last nerve ablaze. A couple days’ worth of sailing had taken your ship out of their sights and back into corsair territory, and as a result, Bucky had given the command to port at the closest settlement – a pirate port, one infamous for shady men and even worse devils. 

“First mate,” Bucky snapped from the helm as night began to fall. You strode over from your station, brow raised in question, watching as the black leather coat Bucky wore flapped in the cold evening air. He flicked his head in a gesture for you to step closer, and you did so with no hesitation, right up to his side so his lips could brush against your ear. “Cabin, now. Get on my bed and wait for me. Ass up.”

The shock made you freeze for a split second, and Bucky’s lips curled into an arrogant smirk. “Move it, lass; follow your Captain’s orders, now.”

“Aye, sir,” you said, staring at him through doe eyes. 

If you put a little sway in your hips as you made your way down the stairs for his benefit, it was no one’s business. 

The Captain's cabin remained as warm and inviting as ever, with dark timbers and even deeper accents. A very recent haul had allowed some art to decorate the wooden walls, and they added a flair of colour to the otherwise brooding room. Your shared bed took up a fair amount of space on the far wall, and the sheets and covers tousled from the previous night’s coupling and fitful hours of sleep. 

“Such a slob,” you muttered, moving over to the mess and tidying it up. 

Once tidied, you fiddled with your buckles and belts, pulling off your cutlass and pistol to place them on the armoury table. The garments you donned were easy to remove, cotton and leather peeling away and allowing your flesh to breathe, yet you left your billowing shirt on, unsure how long Bucky would take to make his way and retire to his cabin. 

Waves made the ship pitch and roll as you waited, and the setting sun casted an orange glow through the glass windows. 

As darkness bloomed, you struck a few matches and lit a few candles that were dotted around the cabin – the light flickered and glowed, a beautiful dance of flame that you admired for just a moment.

Muffled voices could be heard through the door, and then heavy bootfalls above your head, trailing down the stairs and coming to a complete stop at the cabin door. The figure behind the glass was tall, broad, and angry. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered, and you scarpered to the mattress, quickly laying down on the soft cottons, and canting your ass up into the air – just as he had ordered.

“If any fool knocks on this damned door,” Bucky yelled at large, his voice muffled by the doors, but no less fierce. “I will give them a third eye.”

The very same door swung open with a crash, and you startled with a muffled squeak. Your head came to rest in the crook of your elbow, and as if on instinct, you held your breath – awaiting Bucky’s next move.

“Well, well, well,” Bucky said, the sound of his leather coat and thick armour hitting the floor louder than cannon fire in the nervous energy of the cabin. “Just how I wanted my Minx–presenting that sweet cunt for me, aren’t you a good girl…”

“What’s wrong, sir?” You asked, voice muffled by your arm, and Bucky hummed. “You have been tense all day–you want to be in control of me? That why I’m prone on your bed waiting for you to fuck me?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky breathed, and you peeked from your arm to behind you. His predatory grin was warped by the candlelight and shadows, though his gaze was entirely focused on your bare ass and weeping entrance. “Don’t tell me you don’t like pleasing your sir, fuckin’ look at you–filthy and already dripping wet for me.”

A low moan started in your throat before you could stop it. Bucky’s attention focused on your face – softening his manic glint only slightly. “Hands behind your back, lass,” he ordered, stepping closer to the bed and kneeling on the edge. “Go on now.”

“Sir,” you whined, shuffling your knees and arching your back further. “Please.”

“Do as you’re told, Minx, be a good girl. Hands behind your back.” The bed dipped behind you from Bucky’s weight, and you hastened to obey – his proximity and authoritative tone making your brain grow fuzzy. “That’s it, good girl.” 

The bed creaked as Bucky removed the last of his clothing, and you looked back to see him stark naked, hard and swollen cock bobbing between his legs as he shuffled closer. “We don’t need this,” he said, and the sound of fabric ripping filled the air and a chill settled over your bare back, shirt long gone. “Much better.”

“Please,” you whispered, and Bucky cooed, his scarred, rough hands rubbing over your ass and hips before one grabbed your crisscrossed wrists. “Please, sir.”

“Is my Minx achin’, hmm? Here?” The sudden brush of a finger against the weeping entrance of your cunt made you gasp, and you jolted forward. “Such a sensitive lass,” he whispered, rubbing his fingers up and down slowly, teasing your entrance. Biting your lip, you nodded. “Can’t have that, can we?”

“No,” you replied. The anticipation of finally being filled made your breath come in heavy pants, and you wiggled your hips to entice him to move, to finally get on with it. “Use me, sir–fuck me, and you’ll feel better, promise-”

“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckled darkly, and he draped himself over your back and kissed your shoulder. “You just need to be a good girl and take it.”

A shout of surprise tore from your throat when Bucky finally thrust forward, his cock forcing its way in to sit to the hilt in one swift movement. The burn and pull of muscle as your body gave way to him made you hiss through your teeth, “Fuck!”

“God,” Bucky groaned, draping his chest over your back. “You feel so good, sweetheart, fuckin’ hell.”

A nonsensical moan fell from your lips as Bucky shallowly thrusted, his hips rocking back and forth so the head of his cock brushed against your walls in all the right places. “Oh my god,” you moaned, blinking rapidly to clear the tears that had gathered on your waterline. 

“Just stay like that, little Minx,” Bucky growled. His body heat left your back as he sat up, and you whimpered. “Easy, ‘m here,” he cooed. You felt the rough calluses of his hands brush over your hands just as he gripped your crisscrossed wrists. His other hand forced your face into the bed – effectively immobilising you. “You’re gonna let your sir fuck his anger out, aren’t you? You’re gonna sit there and take it?”

“Yes, yes–use me! I can take it,” you rushed, grinning against the soft cotton on the mattress, and you were rewarded with a sharp, quick thrust. “Sir!”

“Knew you could, lass.” The grip on your wrists tightened to be bruising, and you huffed, wriggling slightly in his grip to get closer, only to feel the sting of his palm and hear the resounding crack from his palm spanking your ass. “Sit fuckin’ still. How am I meant to fuck you if you keep squirmin’, sweetheart?”

“Sorry! ‘M sorry, sir, I’ll be still,” you gasped, rocking slightly. 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised. 

The first thrust punched the air from your lungs in a keening moan, and Bucky hummed approvingly, bending over your back while still rocking his hips. His hot breath fanned over your ear, and you whimpered, chasing the feeling of skin on skin. “Sound so pretty, Treasure, huh?” he purred. “But I think you can be louder than that. Let it out; let your sir hear you.”

The drag of Bucky’s cock over your walls made you moan loudly, and the sudden change in speed caused a domino effect you were powerless to control. “Feels s’good, sir! Fuck!”

Bucky’s hips slammed into yours, his growls and grunts of efforts adding to the litany of sounds that echoed off the walls of his cabin. His hand gripped your wrists tightly, the pain of his grip only adding to the pleasure that crested in the coil between your legs. 

The hand that held your face to the mattress still pinned you, and with the force of Bucky’s thrusts, your knees started to spread even further apart, forcing your back to arch – the angle sent him far deeper in your cunt than ever before.

You called out wordlessly the faster he thrust, the pace turning brutal as the bed frame below you creaked and groaned, the rocking matching the ferocity of the waves that gently swayed the ship. 

“Fuck, you feel s’good–never gonna leave your tight cunt,” Bucky moaned, his voice raspy with feral need. His words made your walls flutter, and you could just feel the arrogant smirk that quirked his bitten-red lips. “You like that idea, huh, little Minx? Jus’ being a hole for your sir to fuck and fill whenever he wants–’specially when he’s angry?”

“Oh my god,” you cried, “please!”

“Tell me, Treasure. Tell me you want it,” Bucky ordered, each word followed by a harsh thrust. “Go on.”

“I want it! I want it, please,” you begged. It was getting hard to think through the onslaught of pleasure, and If Bucky kept hitting that spot, you wouldn’t last much longer – not to mention if he kept up the train of filth falling from his lips in that tone, the tone of a Captain and sir. 

“Fuckin’ take it then, whore,” Bucky spat, and his hips pistoned into yours, each thrust became a sharp stab of pleasure adding to the inferno burning through every last one of your nerves. “Cum for me, cum on your sir’s cock–lemme feel it.”

Your thighs began to shake, the wave becoming too hard to keep your head above. “Oh, fuck, please! I’m close!”

Bucky angled his hips down and fucked you onto the bed, a snarl on his lips and his panting breaths fanned over your ear and cheek. “Give it to me, sweetheart–fuckin’ cum, now.”

The command made your eyes roll and your body seized as the waves consumed you. A scream tore from your throat as you fell off the cliff into the waves, and Bucky moaned loudly, grinding his hips and digging his cock further into your heat. “That’s it, lass, fuckin’ good girl–such a good girl, milkin’ my fuckin’ cock, shit.”

Bucky’s breath hitched on a moan while you pulsed around him – his hips faltering before a whimper fell from his lips as warmth spread in your cunt, his spend leaking from your entrance and onto the cotton sheets covering the bed. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, lowering himself over your back, still thrusting shallowly. “Good god, my love–y’know just how to snap me out of it.”

“Sure do,” you giggled, sighing contentedly. “Love having my sir fuck me.”

A soft kiss landed on your shoulder, and Bucky exhaled heavily. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No–no, you didn’t, love,” you replied quietly, smiling. “I hurt just as I should, just as I wanted.”

Bucky chuckled and shifted to sit up, his softening cock leaving your cunt and making you feel empty. “We made a mess,” he observed, his hand running up and down the back of your thigh. “Should fuck you like that more often.”

Just to fuck with him a little more, you tensed once, twice, and a groan echoed behind you. “Good god, you fuckin’ whore–teasin’ me like that. You have no idea what that does to me, Minx.”

“Oh, but I do,” you replied, winking. 

Bucky stared at you, his lips in a firm line and eyes flashing dangerously. “I’m not done with you. Stay there while I get something to clean you up with.”

Following orders, while second nature, had never been so rewarding.

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[wayfayrr]

Read how the Links would not be ok if you liked a villain. Hm…I don’t like a villain, don’t worry lol. But I have thought about Ganon (totk) and how I feel bad for him. My ex told me (as he’s way more familiar w the games than me) that Ganon is evil bc he’s corrupted by gloom from Demise or something. Therefore it’s not completely his fault, because also I mean, no one is just born evil like that. So I’ve sometimes looked at him in the cut scenes (haven’t finished the game yet so idk the ending) and thought “y do we have to hurt him? If he’s just corrupted by the gloom from demise, then y can’t we find a way to save him? Bc then the three parts of the triangle could work together! So how would Tears feel about that idea floating around my head? Bc I’m not romantically interested in Ganon or anything, just wanna save him.

Also from my last ask, me killing the npcs by accident and laughing like a maniac. Yeah so an example of that would be when you have to save the dude w the horn or whatever (from the band) in the big hole he fell into, and get his wagon out too. So I still only had one battery, so when I attached the hot air balloon and flame emitter, it ate my battery too fast to get out. So the first time I didn’t know that’d happen, so we went up then immediately dropped down and it froze the screen on the dude’s face and his speech bubble said something like “omg I’m gonna die! Put me down!!” And then went black. And that’s where I laughed and my roommate looked at me very concerned 😂

On another side note: yeah no, totally don’t change the camera angle to look at Link’s face, or take pictures, or put him in the Gerudo vai outfit bc I think it’s the cutest thing ever lol. What does Wild think of that outfit? What does he think of me liking that outfit?🙈😂

as for the first bit I think he'd respect the thought behind it - it'd be making his life easier if that would be possible after all, which means more time to fawn over you instead! he also respects how hopeful it is, because honestly ganon is as much a pawn to the games code as he used to be too - he isn't even aware of it either, just a soulless husk for the code to puppet for it's tasks. but don't put too much thought into ganon, else he's going to get jealous. Why are you thinking about him so much when he isn't alive, when he's right here!! if you say too much about ganon without stopping to think about him then it's going to really start getting on his nerves.

sfdgvaesvgadvgga that quest becomes so much easier when you realise you can just recall something back up to the top after pushing it into the hole lmao (definitely not how I solved the quest nuh uh) (also I'm guessing by other ask you mean the one where you used link to calculate hp?) but I can see why your roommate was concerned after the fade to black when you were laughing sdfsdfvdsv

also no never zooming in on his face never ever nuh uh

(only the last one is mine, the others are from pintrest)

I think wild would love the vai outfit - like how tears adores the frostbite one, and it's less the outfit itself and more your reaction to them. even if right now they're just your dressup dolls soon enough they'll be able to show off the outfits for you as more than just pixels on a screen <33

[slashingdisneypasta]

What are some things you like about Jim? :3 please absolutely feel free to gush about him ❤

My friend- my friend- there are so many things!! XDD

All the Jim love-under the cut:

He's so many tropes I like crammed into one character!! ^^ :

Creepy/pervy old man ('Maybe I'll come back for ya, huh??' // 'Girls, I got guns.' // Oh god- ).

Lesser of two evils villain (From the 'Plot twist' villain in Final Chapter to the 'Comedic relief' antagonist in Vs Anaconda).

Main villain to fan favourite side character pipeline.

Villain Version of another character (Reba. They shoulda gotten so much ore screen time together for this reason!! ahh)

Crazy old man / Old Loon / Loony tune-ish (Goes 'Here kitty kitty... ' to giant crocs and laughs when he's being hunted by them 😅) / 'Nutbag'. ('What's this- what's this... 'nutbag'... is that what they're calling me in town, now?- ')

... gilf...

'Played by Robert Englund'

Also:

Flannels

SO! MANY! EMOTIONS! AND VIBES! Most characters I notice have a 'resting vibe' that the actors stick with almost the whole time but Jim goes through moods like the weather. One moment he's bashful and guilty, then the next he's intimidating or defensive or threatening, then he could get all excited. I love that! That's so much fun to watch!

For example in Final Chapter when Chloe's accusing him of being a Poacher and he goes through like 10 personalities in one interaction?? He goes from 'Alright fine you got me- i'm a greedy old fart' (Defensive), to 'But right now I'm just trynna save Dennis sorry tree huggin ass and I could really use some help here' (Almost sympathetic). And then two seconds later he's all excited, going on about how he's gonna be rich- then abruptly cuts it off with a glare and that 'You with me??... giddyup.'

ALSO!! When Reba's like 'Can I call you Jimmy?' and he gets all bashful like *shrugs* aw, yeah sure then immediately switches to upset when she calls him a nutbag 😅😅

(Basically, he's crazy)

This is catnip to me XDD The writer in me wants so badly to write characters like that!!

How he talks is so much fun! I love characters who I can read their lines and hear exactly how they were said in my head (Reba is the same here! :D )

He's terrible... but he's also not that bad?? Like, yeah he's a greedy poacher and he may threaten people with a gun now and then 😅😅 But he's kinda nice to Max (Apart from threatening to shoot him 😅😅), going like 'yeah, even you son. in you go' or something when he was putting all the teenagers (?? Eighteen year olds I guess?? I dunno) in the house. And also he thinks Murdoch's crazy for having such little regard for human life. MAN- this means he has SOME!!! good in him!! I'm very excited about this XD Do you know how rare that is in Englund characters?? 😂 Even rarer in characters I like-

He looks right at a giant angry crocodile and says shit like 'Your babies are omelettes now'. I'm sorry, but that was hot-

HE'S CLEVER!

*Gets attacked by a falling snake skin* *Gets left behind by group* *... struggling to get up and brush himself off, absolutely startled and also deeply offended he was just left like that* "... I'M FINE! JUST FINE!" That was the funniest part in the Vs Anaconda XD

When he threatens to sue Murdock?? Like my man, you already tried to sue Nathan and it didn't work, haven't you learned?-

He's also so handsome ^^ <3

[the-wretched-and-joyful]

It's A Matter Of Principle

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Warnings: None

Word Count: 700+

A/N: a very mediocre, self indulgent attempt at writing something! Hope it doesn't suck 😂😭!

"I don't like this!"

"Okay, you don't have to!"

"No, I mean I really don't like this, as in I'm against this!"

You were torn between signing and rolling your eyes, so you proceeded to do both. "Yeah, and it doesn't matter! A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!"

Taehyung scrunched his eyebrows, staring at the familiar brown plushie that had taken over his side on the bed through his phone. Being away for tours meant being away from you, which was a necessary evil. But the fact that he felt replaced by the large brown bear was unacceptable to him.

"But why do you need such a big bear to cuddle at night? You have my pillow, take that!" He almost whined. He hated the fact that he had to be away from you for so long, and he also knew from past experience that it will take you almost a month after his return to stash away the plushie because you wouldn't want to make the bear feel "used"!

"I don't know, your pillow doesn't do the trick though," you snuggle on the side of the bear, feeling thoroughly entertained by his tiny tantrum. "Your pillow doesn't have arms, or a nose!"

"Once I get back I'm going to send that bear on a really long vacation!" He shakes his head, smiling at the adorable picture of your half hidden face behind the offensive plushie that dared to take his place.

"I don't mind, I'll have you to replace Taebae then!" You giggled, trying to keep sleepiness at bay.

"Taebae?" He asked curiously.

"I named the bear after you, it's only a matter of principle that I name the bear after you since it's replacing you." You shrug, moving to lie down, resting your face on the fluffy belly of the bear.

A silent moment passes as you both stare at each other through the screen, realizing that despite the upbeat conversation, both of you felt the distance between each other, knowing full well that there's no way to replicate the warmth of each other's arms.

"I should let you go to sleep!" Tae sighs softly, knowing that it's well past midnight where you were.

"No, what you should do is keep me awake." You sighed, not wanting to hang up yet, not knowing when you'll be able to talk to each other again.

His mouth quirked up on one side, a smirk taking over his face "And how should I keep you awake then?"

"Gah, you're awful!" You laugh, hiding your face with the soft bear you were hugging, "Taebae is better than you," you argue mockingly.

Taehyung looks at the time, calculating the time distance in his mind before finally deciding on letting you go to sleep (he knew you'd stay awake all night if you could, but you still had to be awake and sharp tomorrow). "Yeah, well Taebae and I'll have a showdown once I get back, tell your taebae to prepare! I've been going to the gym, so I'll turn him into dust." He flexes his muscles, emitting another set of giggles from you. "Go to sleep, we'll talk tomorrow again!"

"Do you promise?" You knew eventually you'll need to take your leave from one another for the night, but that doesn't mean you wanted to.

Tae nods his head, "absolutely! I have to talk to you everyday now! Can't let Taebae think that he got a shot with my girl!"

"Alright! And if you forget, just know that I'll take Taebae out on a date." You threaten with a smile which turns into a laugh at human Tae's reaction on screen.

"You wouldn't dare,"

"Oh, I would!" You nod your head solemnly before finally deciding on hanging up "Gotta go, love ya!"

"Love you, get some good sleep." He blows a kiss before turning serious again "Can you put that bear on the screen?"

You do as he says, curious as to what he's gonna do.

"I'm watching you! Make one wrong move and I'll turn you into Yeontan's chew toy." He whispers the threat to the innocent bear before turning his smile on you, "Love you baby, get some sleep, dream of me and don't forget to take care of yourself!"

You shake your head sleepily, blowing a kiss to him before finally hanging up. Sure you may have tried to recreate the warmth of his with the bear during his absence, but you knew that nothing would ever compare to the real thing.

[chaoticpete]

Fanfictions

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a relationship with Tom but little does he know is that they run a tumblr blog and occasionally writes fanfiction till one day he surprises them.

This is dedicated to @underoosjae , @sovereignparker and @allegra-soleil for bullying me to finish it 😭💕😂

“Okay, let's get cracking!”. You log into your writing doc and stare at the blank white screen. You type out a sentence. Watch it. Delete it. 

You write out another one. Watch it and delete again. You carry on this process before you lay back on the bed sighing. 

Looking at your phone you see it’s just been 15 minutes. “Oh my freaking gosh!” You exclaim, tossing your phone away. 

You haven’t been able to post anything for a  while but it’s like the muse isn’t with you. You have an idea about what you wanna write but your brain said ‘Naw man it ain’t happening.’

You go on your friend and group message a little chat you have going on with your friends you met online. 

‘Guuyysssss! I need to post something but idk what to write, damn it.’ You press send and one automatically replies.

‘What’s about the Disney AU you were talking about? The clueless one?’

‘I don’t feel like writing a multiple thing rn. I just wanna do a one-shot.’

‘Why don’t you ask Tom, I’m sure he can give you lots of ideas 😏😉’

‘...you know he doesn't know that I do this.’

‘N/N just write. Don’t think about what you’re writing”

You thought about it, you did have an idea what you wanted the plot to be about and you knew where you wanted to go just wasn’t sure how to start it.

‘I’ll try that, thank you guys love you💝💝’

You put in your headphones and start playing your zone playlist and start typing away.

The front door opens revealing a tired Tom as he makes his way into your apartment. He wasn’t supposed to be back till tomorrow but the last interview had been canceled so he just decided to go see his best s.o.

“Darling I’m home.” He yelled out setting his suitcase down by the door. He listens silently hearing nothing then he hears slight mumbles coming from the room. 

Making his way towards the slightly ajar bed room sore he hears you more clearly. You’re mumbling the lyrics to crazy in love. He chuckles to himself and he steps into the room. “Love?”

He calls out but you can’t hear him due to how loud your music was. All that answers is your continued mumbling and the clicking of your keyboard. He walks up behind you and leans behind your shoulder, you still not realizing he’s there. 

He starts reading what you’re writing and he gets a cheeky smile and starts laughing. 

You hear the sound of laughter slightly over your music and you stop typing and pause your music, hoping you haven’t finally lost it. But you don’t know what was more terrifying, the fact that you haven’t gone crazy or the fact that Tom was actually laughing behind you.

You feel the heat rushing to your face as you slowly turn your head making eye contact with Tom. 

You knew you have been caught. 

“So, you fantasize about Peter Parker also?” You let out a groan and cover your face with your hands wishing you were in some type of fanfiction right now. 

“Well Peter is a sweet bean, how can you not love him.” Tom lets out a gasp, acting shocked and hurt. “But I am Peter Parker!” He says in his American accent. You roll your eyes at him, knowing he knows how much you love when he does that but you love his actual accent much more. “Nope, you’re his evil British half.” You answer giving him a smirk.

He squints his eyes and tackles you on the bed, attacking you in a tickle attack. The once silent room is filled with laughter and screaming as you get your boyfriend to stop. 

“Tell me you love more than Peter Parker.” He says still tickling you with no remorse. “Never!” You reply still trying to get away but he was still a bit bigger than usual due to his latest role and he just kept pulling you back towards him. 

“Okay okay! I love you more than Peter! Just please stop!” You yell laughs still leaving your mouth. Tom stops with a huge smile on his face and he looks down at you. 

“I can’t believe I almost lost the love of my life to a character that I played.” He says still in belief. “That’s just how amazing at your job you are.” You say sticking your tongue out at him. 

He lays on top of you burying his face into your neck. “Well as much as I love Peter, I just spent 3 months talking about him. So I would love if you could please put him on hold and give Tom attention?” You chuckle and his temple inhaling the scent you missed. 

“I wouldn’t wanna have this moment with anyone else.” You pull him into a sweet long-awaited kiss. He kisses back but slightly pulls away. “Wait does that mean you been writing fanfiction all this time?” 

“So why don’t we order Chinese and watch movies?” “Y/N! You can’t change the subject everytime.” “Tom! Watch me.” You give his cheek a kiss running out of the room, with him chasing after you.

[rookthorne]

that's called insanity, sweetheart 🤪🤣

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ✗  Pirate!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count ✗ 1.7k Event ✗ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer | Week 6 - "How do you want me?" Warnings ✗ Swearing, pet names, fluff, smut (unprotected piv, dom!Bucky, no prep, angry s-x, dirty talk, praise + degradation + sir kink) Author's Note ✗ So... I think it would be a bit foolish for me to say that I am innocent at this stage - but, I will say it anyway.

Sins of the Seven Seas Masterlist | Hot Bucky Summer Masterlist

It was a punishable act to not follow the Captain’s orders, just as much as it was to cross him when his fuse was already so short. Luckily for you, you had the one thing that would calm the brusque fury into a simmering wave. 

The tension on The Soldat’s deck was thicker than the fog in the early hours of a cold morning. 

All day, your Captain had been snappish in his orders – quick to berate and growl out a reprimand if a crew member dawdled too long or made a mistake. 

It was unnerving. 

Bucky had always remained composed – very little could rattle the seasoned sailor, but the first sighting of an encroaching armada seemed to have set his last nerve ablaze. A couple days’ worth of sailing had taken your ship out of their sights and back into corsair territory, and as a result, Bucky had given the command to port at the closest settlement – a pirate port, one infamous for shady men and even worse devils. 

“First mate,” Bucky snapped from the helm as night began to fall. You strode over from your station, brow raised in question, watching as the black leather coat Bucky wore flapped in the cold evening air. He flicked his head in a gesture for you to step closer, and you did so with no hesitation, right up to his side so his lips could brush against your ear. “Cabin, now. Get on my bed and wait for me. Ass up.”

The shock made you freeze for a split second, and Bucky’s lips curled into an arrogant smirk. “Move it, lass; follow your Captain’s orders, now.”

“Aye, sir,” you said, staring at him through doe eyes. 

If you put a little sway in your hips as you made your way down the stairs for his benefit, it was no one’s business. 

The Captain's cabin remained as warm and inviting as ever, with dark timbers and even deeper accents. A very recent haul had allowed some art to decorate the wooden walls, and they added a flair of colour to the otherwise brooding room. Your shared bed took up a fair amount of space on the far wall, and the sheets and covers tousled from the previous night’s coupling and fitful hours of sleep. 

“Such a slob,” you muttered, moving over to the mess and tidying it up. 

Once tidied, you fiddled with your buckles and belts, pulling off your cutlass and pistol to place them on the armoury table. The garments you donned were easy to remove, cotton and leather peeling away and allowing your flesh to breathe, yet you left your billowing shirt on, unsure how long Bucky would take to make his way and retire to his cabin. 

Waves made the ship pitch and roll as you waited, and the setting sun casted an orange glow through the glass windows. 

As darkness bloomed, you struck a few matches and lit a few candles that were dotted around the cabin – the light flickered and glowed, a beautiful dance of flame that you admired for just a moment.

Muffled voices could be heard through the door, and then heavy bootfalls above your head, trailing down the stairs and coming to a complete stop at the cabin door. The figure behind the glass was tall, broad, and angry. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered, and you scarpered to the mattress, quickly laying down on the soft cottons, and canting your ass up into the air – just as he had ordered.

“If any fool knocks on this damned door,” Bucky yelled at large, his voice muffled by the doors, but no less fierce. “I will give them a third eye.”

The very same door swung open with a crash, and you startled with a muffled squeak. Your head came to rest in the crook of your elbow, and as if on instinct, you held your breath – awaiting Bucky’s next move.

“Well, well, well,” Bucky said, the sound of his leather coat and thick armour hitting the floor louder than cannon fire in the nervous energy of the cabin. “Just how I wanted my Minx–presenting that sweet cunt for me, aren’t you a good girl…”

“What’s wrong, sir?” You asked, voice muffled by your arm, and Bucky hummed. “You have been tense all day–you want to be in control of me? That why I’m prone on your bed waiting for you to fuck me?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky breathed, and you peeked from your arm to behind you. His predatory grin was warped by the candlelight and shadows, though his gaze was entirely focused on your bare ass and weeping entrance. “Don’t tell me you don’t like pleasing your sir, fuckin’ look at you–filthy and already dripping wet for me.”

A low moan started in your throat before you could stop it. Bucky’s attention focused on your face – softening his manic glint only slightly. “Hands behind your back, lass,” he ordered, stepping closer to the bed and kneeling on the edge. “Go on now.”

“Sir,” you whined, shuffling your knees and arching your back further. “Please.”

“Do as you’re told, Minx, be a good girl. Hands behind your back.” The bed dipped behind you from Bucky’s weight, and you hastened to obey – his proximity and authoritative tone making your brain grow fuzzy. “That’s it, good girl.” 

The bed creaked as Bucky removed the last of his clothing, and you looked back to see him stark naked, hard and swollen cock bobbing between his legs as he shuffled closer. “We don’t need this,” he said, and the sound of fabric ripping filled the air and a chill settled over your bare back, shirt long gone. “Much better.”

“Please,” you whispered, and Bucky cooed, his scarred, rough hands rubbing over your ass and hips before one grabbed your crisscrossed wrists. “Please, sir.”

“Is my Minx achin’, hmm? Here?” The sudden brush of a finger against the weeping entrance of your cunt made you gasp, and you jolted forward. “Such a sensitive lass,” he whispered, rubbing his fingers up and down slowly, teasing your entrance. Biting your lip, you nodded. “Can’t have that, can we?”

“No,” you replied. The anticipation of finally being filled made your breath come in heavy pants, and you wiggled your hips to entice him to move, to finally get on with it. “Use me, sir–fuck me, and you’ll feel better, promise-”

“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckled darkly, and he draped himself over your back and kissed your shoulder. “You just need to be a good girl and take it.”

A shout of surprise tore from your throat when Bucky finally thrust forward, his cock forcing its way in to sit to the hilt in one swift movement. The burn and pull of muscle as your body gave way to him made you hiss through your teeth, “Fuck!”

“God,” Bucky groaned, draping his chest over your back. “You feel so good, sweetheart, fuckin’ hell.”

A nonsensical moan fell from your lips as Bucky shallowly thrusted, his hips rocking back and forth so the head of his cock brushed against your walls in all the right places. “Oh my god,” you moaned, blinking rapidly to clear the tears that had gathered on your waterline. 

“Just stay like that, little Minx,” Bucky growled. His body heat left your back as he sat up, and you whimpered. “Easy, ‘m here,” he cooed. You felt the rough calluses of his hands brush over your hands just as he gripped your crisscrossed wrists. His other hand forced your face into the bed – effectively immobilising you. “You’re gonna let your sir fuck his anger out, aren’t you? You’re gonna sit there and take it?”

“Yes, yes–use me! I can take it,” you rushed, grinning against the soft cotton on the mattress, and you were rewarded with a sharp, quick thrust. “Sir!”

“Knew you could, lass.” The grip on your wrists tightened to be bruising, and you huffed, wriggling slightly in his grip to get closer, only to feel the sting of his palm and hear the resounding crack from his palm spanking your ass. “Sit fuckin’ still. How am I meant to fuck you if you keep squirmin’, sweetheart?”

“Sorry! ‘M sorry, sir, I’ll be still,” you gasped, rocking slightly. 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised. 

The first thrust punched the air from your lungs in a keening moan, and Bucky hummed approvingly, bending over your back while still rocking his hips. His hot breath fanned over your ear, and you whimpered, chasing the feeling of skin on skin. “Sound so pretty, Treasure, huh?” he purred. “But I think you can be louder than that. Let it out; let your sir hear you.”

The drag of Bucky’s cock over your walls made you moan loudly, and the sudden change in speed caused a domino effect you were powerless to control. “Feels s’good, sir! Fuck!”

Bucky’s hips slammed into yours, his growls and grunts of efforts adding to the litany of sounds that echoed off the walls of his cabin. His hand gripped your wrists tightly, the pain of his grip only adding to the pleasure that crested in the coil between your legs. 

The hand that held your face to the mattress still pinned you, and with the force of Bucky’s thrusts, your knees started to spread even further apart, forcing your back to arch – the angle sent him far deeper in your cunt than ever before.

You called out wordlessly the faster he thrust, the pace turning brutal as the bed frame below you creaked and groaned, the rocking matching the ferocity of the waves that gently swayed the ship. 

“Fuck, you feel s’good–never gonna leave your tight cunt,” Bucky moaned, his voice raspy with feral need. His words made your walls flutter, and you could just feel the arrogant smirk that quirked his bitten-red lips. “You like that idea, huh, little Minx? Jus’ being a hole for your sir to fuck and fill whenever he wants–’specially when he’s angry?”

“Oh my god,” you cried, “please!”

“Tell me, Treasure. Tell me you want it,” Bucky ordered, each word followed by a harsh thrust. “Go on.”

“I want it! I want it, please,” you begged. It was getting hard to think through the onslaught of pleasure, and If Bucky kept hitting that spot, you wouldn’t last much longer – not to mention if he kept up the train of filth falling from his lips in that tone, the tone of a Captain and sir. 

“Fuckin’ take it then, whore,” Bucky spat, and his hips pistoned into yours, each thrust became a sharp stab of pleasure adding to the inferno burning through every last one of your nerves. “Cum for me, cum on your sir’s cock–lemme feel it.”

Your thighs began to shake, the wave becoming too hard to keep your head above. “Oh, fuck, please! I’m close!”

Bucky angled his hips down and fucked you onto the bed, a snarl on his lips and his panting breaths fanned over your ear and cheek. “Give it to me, sweetheart–fuckin’ cum, now.”

The command made your eyes roll and your body seized as the waves consumed you. A scream tore from your throat as you fell off the cliff into the waves, and Bucky moaned loudly, grinding his hips and digging his cock further into your heat. “That’s it, lass, fuckin’ good girl–such a good girl, milkin’ my fuckin’ cock, shit.”

Bucky’s breath hitched on a moan while you pulsed around him – his hips faltering before a whimper fell from his lips as warmth spread in your cunt, his spend leaking from your entrance and onto the cotton sheets covering the bed. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, lowering himself over your back, still thrusting shallowly. “Good god, my love–y’know just how to snap me out of it.”

“Sure do,” you giggled, sighing contentedly. “Love having my sir fuck me.”

A soft kiss landed on your shoulder, and Bucky exhaled heavily. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No–no, you didn’t, love,” you replied quietly, smiling. “I hurt just as I should, just as I wanted.”

Bucky chuckled and shifted to sit up, his softening cock leaving your cunt and making you feel empty. “We made a mess,” he observed, his hand running up and down the back of your thigh. “Should fuck you like that more often.”

Just to fuck with him a little more, you tensed once, twice, and a groan echoed behind you. “Good god, you fuckin’ whore–teasin’ me like that. You have no idea what that does to me, Minx.”

“Oh, but I do,” you replied, winking. 

Bucky stared at you, his lips in a firm line and eyes flashing dangerously. “I’m not done with you. Stay there while I get something to clean you up with.”

Following orders, while second nature, had never been so rewarding.

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