#tony's hair is tricky af

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

Dumping everything tonight, so here's Mina and Tony as Gomez and Morticia Addams for @rc-appreciationweeks Halloween ball.

[thegreenmetblue]

I saw this domestic question-answer thing and wanted to do it with Starker so here we go :

Disagreement :

Who is more likely to raise their voice ?

Tony. Mostly when he’s worried about Peter.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does ?

Tony.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves ?

Peter. He’d take upon himself until he really can’t.

Who trashes the house ?

Tony. Peter’s too sweet to break anything.

Do either of them get physical ?

No, they’d never do anything to hurt the other. No matter how much they argue or how much power they have.

How often do they argue/disagree ?

Often. I’d say fourth times a week but for little things. And one big fight per two months.

Who is the first to apologize ?

Tony. He’s most likely the one who fucked things up in the first place anyway.

Sex :

Who is on top ?

Tony. He’s daddy.

Who is on the bottom ?

Peter. He’s needy baby.

Who has the strangest desires ?

BOTH. They’re both super kinky.

Any kinks ?

Daddy, praise, humiliation, public, overstimulation, edging, hair pulling, power ambivalence, orders, spanking, and the list is long...

Who’s dominant in bed ?

Tony.

Is head ever in the equation ?

Yeah ofc.

If so, who is better at performing it ?

Tony. But Peter’s getting better every day.

Ever had sex in public ?

Is that a real question ? Tony enjoys it so much. Peter too (even if he pretends he doesn’t).

Who moans the most ?

Peter. He’s a moaning slut.

Who leaves the most marks ?

Peter. Cause the marks on his body fades pretty quickly because of the healing factor but they both like to mark each other to show they own each other.

Who screams the loudest ?

Peter. He’s also a screamer. His voice gets so high.

Who is the more experienced of the two ?

Bruh Tony. He has a life of playboy behind him. Peter’s a cute not-so-much virgin

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’ ?

Both, it depends on the mood of the moment.

Rough or soft ?

Rough but sometimes it gets soft, because the love is showing too much. Lots of praises, « i love you »s, kisses and needy cuddles.

How long do they usually last ?

Peter never lasts long but he cums multiple times. Tony mostly cums one time cause he lasts way longer.

Is protection used ?

Tony tried but yeah... nop.

Does it ever get boring ?

With their kinky and loving ass ? Never.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex ?

Tricky question. Huh... Maybe on a couch while they were on a movie night with the Avengers.

Family :

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children ?

Yes, they plan to. But only once Tony retired.

If so, how many children do your muses want/have ?

At least two.

Who is the favorite parent ?

Both ?

Who is the authoritative parent ?

Tony. Peter’d be too cute to be authoritative.

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school ?

Both of them cause their kids are gonna be super clever anyway so what’s a day off ?

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around ?

Peter. Tony’d eat junk food but refuses his kids doing the same.

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children ?

Both. But Tony has more time.

Who goes to parent teacher interviews ?

Tony. Peter’s still an Avengers and have less time for those.

Who changes the diapers ?

Tony. Peter senses are too dialed up for that.

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby ?

Peter. He doesn’t want his husband to wake up.

Who spends the most time with the children ?

Tony. Peter’s still Spiderman.

Who packs their lunch boxes ?

Tony.

Who gives their children ‘the talk’ ?

Peter. He’s scared Tony would say too much.

Who cleans up after the kids ?

Peter. Tony’s as messy as the kids.

Who worries the most ?

Tony.

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from ?

Tony again.

Affection :

Who likes to cuddle ?

Both of them. But Peter gets more needy.

Who is the little spoon ?

Peter. But he can spoon Tony when he gets nightmares

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places ?

Tony. But again, Peter always follows.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself ?

Peter. He always want to touch Tony but try not to because they’re in public. But Tony enjoys touching Peter all the time just to see him blush.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable ?

They never become uncomfortable from cuddling, what is that question even ???

Who gives the most kisses ?

Peter.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity ?

Working in the lab.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle ?

The couch.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other ?

Tony.

How often do they get time to themselves ?

Every day but when they’re on missions.

Sleeping :

Who snores ?

Tony.

If both do, who snores the loudest ?

Just Tony snores.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately ?

Wtf ? They share.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart ?

Cozy up together.

Who talks in their sleep ?

Peter. He says Tony’s name a lot.

What do they wear to bed ?

When cold, Tony boxers and T-shirt and Peter the « trip to NY » T-shirt and « Hello Kitty » bottom. When hot, just boxers.

Are either of your muses insomniacs ?

They’re both super fucked up so yeah. A freaking lot of insomnias. But Tony has them more.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside ?

Yes.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side ?

Wrap their limbs around each other.

Who wakes up with bed hair ?

Peter. And it makes Tony’s heart melt every time.

Who wakes up first ?

Tony. He can’t sleep.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other ?

Tony.

What is their favorite sleeping position ?

Spoon ? Or Peter glued to Tony.

Who hogs the sheets ?

Peter. He’s a sleeping princess.

Do they set an alarm each night ?

No. Tony always wake up and he’s the one waking Peter up with lots of sweet words.

Can a television be found in their bedroom ?

Yup.

Who has nightmares ?

Both of them have a lot of nightmares. Mostly about losing each other or dying.

Who has ridiculous dreams ?

Definitely Peter.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed ?

Also Peter. But Tony lets him.

Who makes the bed ?

Peter.

What time is bed time ?

When they’re done in the lab. It can be really late cause they tend to forget themself in their little nerdy world.

Any routines/rituals before bed ?

Sex and then cuddles.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up ?

Peter. He’s a teen, he never has enough sleep.

Work :

Who is the busiest ?

Both of them cause you know, superhero stuff.

Who rakes in the highest income ?

Duh, Tony.

Are any of your muses unemployed ?

Nop.

Who takes the most sick days ?

Tony ? Peter can’t get sick.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work ?

Tony. He doesn’t even show up to his own meetings.

Who sucks up to their boss ?

Peter cause Tony’s the boss ???

What are their jobs ?

Both are superheroes but Tony’s SI’s boss and Peter’s an intern here for now.

Who stresses the most ?

Peter. He’s always stressed. Tony’s always calm. Except when Peter’s on a mission.

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations ?

They love it. It’s sometimes hard but that’s their reason to live.

Are your muses financially stable ?

Tony’s a billionaire so I think yes they are.

Home :

Who does the washing ?

Tony.

Who takes out the trash ?

Peter.

Who does the ironing ?

Tony.

Who does the cooking ?

Tony again.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying ?

Both of them, they’re basically babies.

Who is messier ?

Tony. Cause he tends to forget everything.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty ?

Tony again. And Peter secretly likes that cause it makes him feel like he’s more mature than Tony.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor ?

Peter.

Who forgets to flush the toilet ?

Peter.

Who is the prankster around the house ?

Mmmh I feel like it’s Tony. Lots of sex pranks.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere ?

Peter. But it’s okay cause Tony have plenty of cars.

Who mows the lawn ?

Tony.

Who answers the telephone ?

Tony. Phone calls stress Peter.

Who does the vacuuming ?

Peter. But only when he can put music with.

Who does the groceries ?

Both.

Who takes the longest to shower ?

Peter af. He likes to sing and jerk off. But the longest showers are when both are in it cause yeah... heads and showersex.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom ?

Peter.

Miscellaneous :

Is money a problem ?

Tony’s a billionaire so no, money isn’t a problem for them.

How many cars do they own ?

Huhh.... 6 ?

Do they own their home or do they rent ?

Tony owns the Compound and they also own a house somewhere lost, next to a lake.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside ?

Both lol.

Do they live in the city or in the country ?

Also both.

Do they enjoy their surroundings ?

Yes. Peter more than Tony cause he’s still not used to all of this.

What’s their song ?

Can’t Help Falling In Love I guess ? Or Daddy Issues. They don’t have the same taste in music. Peter likes pop and love songs and Tony likes rock songs. But Peter secretly have a playlist for songs that remind him of Tony.

What do they do when they’re away from each other ?

They do video calls a lot cause they always miss each other.

Where did they first meet ?

In Peter’s bedroom.

How did they first meet ?

Tony recruited him in team Iron Man.

Who spends the most money when out shopping ?

Tony for sure. Peter is really not used to spend a lot of money. But Tony enjoys spending money for Peter.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets ?

Their assets won’t ever be flashed but Tony.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over ?

Tony. Cause Peter is clumsy af when he’s not Spidey.

Any mental issues ?

Oof. Okay I need a roman for that. They both have heavy PTSDs. Due to their job. Tony’s traumatized by Afghanistan, the people he lost, his parent’s death, Peter dusting, his « death ». Peter’s traumatized by Ben’s death, his first fight, his « death », Tony’s « death », his fight with Mysterio. Tony has a lot of panic attacks and Peter has anxiety. And they both have a lot of nightmares about it so a lot of insomnia too.

Who’s terrified of bugs ?

None of them.

Who kills the spiders around the house ?

Also none of them cause it offends Peter.

Their favorite place ?

Their home.

Who pays the bills ?

Tony. He likes to make Peter’s life easy. Beside Peter doesn’t know how to do that.

Do they have any fears for their future ?

They’re obviously scared the other one will die in a mission, but they try to not talk about it and enjoys their time the best way they can.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner ?

Tony. And everytime he does it, Peter melts.

Who uses up all of the hot water ?

There’s always hot water but it’d be Peter.

Who’s the tallest ?

Tony. But Peter gets taller and he’ll eventually be taller than Tony. And Tony hates that.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other ?

Peter, he does that everytime he can.

Who wanders around in their underwear ?

Peter. Cause he’s warmer because of his metabolism. That drives Tony crazy.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio ?

Peter. For sure.

What do they tease each other about ?

Tony teases Peter a lot. About everything. But mostly about his clumsiness, the way he blushes everytime Tony praises him, the way he needs almost nothing from Tony to get hard.

Peter teases Tony about his age sometimes. But only because he knows deep down their age gap turns Tony on.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times ?

Both. Tony to Peter’s sweaters and Iron Man clothes. And Peter to Tony’s old band T-shirts. (But he secretly loves them and steals them to sleep with).

Do they have mutual friends ?

The Avengers. They spent a lot of free time with them as well cause it feels like a big family.

Who crushed first ?

Peter. Ofc. He has had a crush on Iron Man since he was like 7. Tony only knew him when Peter was 14, but it took a moment for him to come with the crush thing.

Any alcohol or substance related problems ?

Tony had a lot of alcohol problems yeah but not since he’s really with Peter. One night they had a big fight about it and Peter threatened to leave if Tony didn’t stop. Tony hasn’t had a drink since then.

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am ?

Peter. Since Tony doesn’t drink anymore.

Who swears the most ?

Tony.

[meshkol]

I'm personally not a big fan of DrPepperony, mostly because I don't know how to write Pepper and I generally don't write porn with female characters, so I do hope that the lack of said porn isn't too much of a disappointment. Still, I kinda like this regardless, and I had fun with it, even if it doesn't fill the prompt to a T. Also, it's unbeta'd af, and has the added bonus of filling A-5 for my Tony Stark Bingo 2019 card: Cinderella Story (in a highly unconventional manner lmao). Enjoy, and feel free to prompt me more for my Bingo Card!

Also read on ao3.

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Pepper comes in at half-past four and blinks.

After so many years of being Tony’s PA, then boss, then girlfriend, then fiancée, she likes to think that she’s seen it all. Tony’s never been a shy man, nor has he ever been particularly shameful – Tony Stark is a conundrum and a complete wild card, even in his predictability, so he’s gotten himself into some crazy situations that Pepper’s walked in on, berated him for, or teased him mercilessly about. Let it be known that Pepper’s not shy either, and that’s why she’s a damned good CEO of the biggest conglomerate on the planet.

Honestly, Tony dabbling with employees isn’t exactly out-of-the-norm (obviously, considering Pepper herself, and the gossip mags are still having a field day with that one), and, of course, Tony’s always been a fan of roleplay too, so it’s not like she’s really surprised by what she’s seeing.

Except she is.

Pepper’s always liked Stephen Strange, which isn’t really a surprise to anyone who knows her. He’s her type – sharp, smart, a bit of a dork, kind, unbelievably soft behind closed doors, a thousand other things that makes her heart flutter and her cheeks flush – and he’s good for Tony too. It’s nice having him around, because Pepper can talk to an adult for once and Tony can get his geek on with a fellow swot, not to mention that they take care of each other out in the field too. She doesn’t even want to count how many times the two of them have jumped into the middle of a fight to keep each other safe, and Pepper’s always going to be thankful for that. She already has enough worry and stress in her life knowing that both of them are fighting and saving the world, but the comfort of knowing they have each other to lean on is relieving.

Stephen is straight-laced and arrogant, a remnant of his neurosurgery days, and a wry, bizarre little shit from his current profession as the Sorcerer Supreme. It’s a juxtaposition that shouldn’t make sense, but somehow it works on him, especially considering the gibberish he talks that makes him sound like an alien sometimes. He’s very proper and maintained, meticulous and stern, sardonic and baffling, and Pepper’s never really seen a deviation of that over the year of Stephen being intimate with Tony.

Seeing him like this? Well. She thought she’d seen everything, but apparently not.

“Tony...” she says slowly, watching Stephen as he cleans off a bartop with careful precision. From the corner of her eyes, she can see Tony practically skipping towards her with a huge grin on his face, showing every tooth in his mouth, but she can’t quite take her eyes off Stephen quietly doing what the cleaning crew is employed for, and who could even blame her anyway?

Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme and widely considered to be the best neurosurgeon that’s ever practised, is dressed in a skimpy, oddly flattering maid’s costume. It’s short and revealing, with a dipping neckline that shows off the tops of his pink nipples, and the sleeves and skirt are poofing out, ruffles swaying with every movement he makes. It’s short enough that Pepper can see lacey white knickers on his arse, the boyfriend-cut not enough to hide the swell of his arse as it peeks through the bottom, just barely cutting into the crease, and the white lace matches the shockingly white sheer stockings that stretch up his lean, muscular legs, gartered up mid-thigh. He has a pair of simple, heeled Mary Janes on, more innocent than six-inch stilettos would be, but it still emphasises the bulge of his calves underneath sheer fabric. A matching lace choker around his neck, a small bow in his hair, and long white gloves complete the ensemble.

Pepper immediately wonders what the bet is, and who’s winning.

“Welcome home, babe!” Tony greets happily, pecking her on the cheek chastely before wrapping an arm around Pepper’s shoulders, focussing his attention on Stephen as well as he thunks his head gently against hers. “I see you’ve become aware of our pretty Cinderella.”

“Tony...” she says again, and this time there’s a hint of you-better-explain-yourself-now in her tone.

Tony sniggers for a second, then brandishes a remote in his free hand as he explains with deliberate nonchalance, “Well, you see, we were arguing about how Stephen is a terrible snob – which is rich, coming from me – and he said that he is perfectly capable of taking care of himself without needing help, which I thought was hilarious. I mean, you know as well as I do that he’s adorably messy, always leaving his clothes on the floor when he’s getting naked or not wanting to shower after I’ve come all over him, so we made a deal.”

Pepper fights the urge to roll her eyes at their predictable brand of crazy and says, “Let me guess, he has to do...that until midnight?”

Tony thunks her head again with his and answers cheerfully, “Sure does! Wanna see him dance?”

“I—” she starts, but she doesn’t manage to finish, because Tony’s pressing a button on the remote and suddenly Stephen’s knees buckle, hands flailing for purchase before he slams his gloved forearms against the bartop, the cleaning cloth squeezed between his fingers. His entire body shivers, hips twitching into the perfect position for the overhead lights to shine directly on Stephen’s dolled-up body, and suddenly Pepper can see the sheen of viscous liquid on the bare strip of Stephen’s inner thighs and hear the faint buzz of a toy.

“Tony!” she exclaims, mouth dropping open, and she’s not sure whether she’s fascinated by the sight of Stephen’s countenance or if she’s just completely flummoxed that Stephen’s allowing this.

Pepper’s sex-positive and fairly blasé about sex in general, so she knows what her fiancé and boyfriend get up to. She knows that Stephen’s an adventurous man in the bedroom – she’s seen it first-hand, more times than she can count, since they’re always fooling around with each other and always trying to one-up the other to boot – but she also knows that Stephen generally makes Tony dress in pretty things (or Pepper herself, but that’s for the aesthetic). Seeing it the other way around is already jarring, and knowing that Stephen’s apparently getting off on doing household chores (my dreaded enemy, he likes to say sometimes in that dramatic way he has) in a skimpy maid’s costume while something buzzes inside him?

Well.

Well.

“It’s great, right?” Tony quips with a squeeze, pulling her close. “I mean, don’t worry babe, I’ve been periodically taking it out for more lube – I need to build one that has a secreting function, but it’d need a reservoir, so it’ll be tricky – so I’m being super careful. In fact...” He pecks her on the cheek again and then walks towards Stephen, practically strutting and eyes bright with arousal. Now that he’s in her line of vision, she can see that he looks well-rested and comfortable, in a threadbare shirt with the sleeves shucked up to his elbows and a pair of Stephen’s flannel pyjama bottoms which do nothing to hide the swell of his prick.

As he turns off the vibrating plug and then slowly pulls down Stephen’s lace knickers to expose the swell of his arse, running a hand along Stephen’s skin languidly, she can’t help but think that this is her favourite type of Tony: easy in his own skin, predatory, soft and calm in the comfort of his own home and around the people he loves. She loves when he gets like this, because it’s proof that Tony can take a deep breath and really allow himself to be for once, rather than hiding behind a well-worn mask or keeping his armour (both metaphorically and literally) up. It’s extremely validating that he’s able to be his true self in front of her, allowing himself to be seen like this.

She watches as Tony digs a bottle of lube out of his pocket, pulls out the sizeable toy (bright red and garish, which isn’t surprising), and lubes it up again before slowly teasing it back inside of Stephen’s hole. He’s kissing the side of Stephen’s neck, long drags of his lips and rough murmurs that Pepper can’t quite understand, so she steps closer so she can decipher the words. It’s quiet praise mixed in with vile words – you’re so beautiful Stephen, and your hole just sucks it in all pretty and desperately, fuck you’re gorgeous aren’t you – and it’s classic Tony, just the right mixture of dirty talk and honest appreciation. Stephen seems to eat it up, his face and chest flushed as he bends placidly against the bar, and Pepper can’t help but stroke a hand along the other side of Stephen’s lightly damp neck, pressing a kiss of her own against his thick hair.

“Welcome home, Pepper,” Stephen croaks thickly, turning his head so he can look at her with glazed eyes. “How many businessmen did you eviscerate today?”

She smiles. “Four, actually. I have their balls in a jar on my desk at the office.” She presses another kiss against his flushed, sweaty forehead and asks them both, “So is anyone going to tell me what this bet is?”

She hears the buzz of the vibrating plug start up, making Stephen jolt around a low groan, and Tony pipes up, “If he continues to be our pretty Cinderella until midnight without getting off or avoiding his duties as our maid, I have to physically attend that conference in Geneva for nerve regenerating stem cell research with him instead of just throwing money at it. If I win, he has to come to Vegas with me for twenty-four hours without complaining about it. Obviously you’re enthusiastically invited to all of the above, though I doubt you’ll partake in any Vegas festivities.”

“I might have to, if Stephen’s not allowed to complain about it,” she remarks off-handedly with a shrug, presses a last kiss to Stephen’s cheek, and then ruffles Tony’s hair. “Our PR team might have a coronary if you’re forcing him to enable you in Sin City. I’m going to go shower now.”

“Okay babe. Do you want him to wash you up?” Tony offers.

She watches as Stephen’s eyes go dark at the possibility, and despite the fact that it’s always nice to shower with her men and be pampered, she also knows that Stephen has a bet to win and she’s going to do everything in her power to help him do it. If only for her own sanity.

“It’s fine,” she replies easily, smiling at Stephen. “Wouldn’t want to make you get out of your pretty dress, Stephen.”

Tony giggles as Stephen scowls, though the effect is weakened by the sharp arousal in his sharp face. “This costume is humiliating and incredibly uncomfortable.”

“I think you look nice, if a little cliché,” Pepper notes, pulling away and shrugging out of her suit jacket. “Be thankful he didn’t put you in a corset and six-inch stilettos instead. He’s always had a thing for that.”

“Ooh, that’s a thought!” Tony exclaims with a cheeky wink. He pushes a button absently on the remote, making the buzzing get unbearably loud, and Stephen cries out, entire body shuddering before his hips start thrusting forward into air for friction, eyes clenches shut as he feels.

Pepper rolls her eyes and says seriously, albeit with a twinge of amusement, “Stephen, I need you to be strong for me. Think of Geneva and making Tony suffer through a benefit dinner, and you’ll make it to midnight. Be a pretty, strong Cinderella, and I’ll help you make him suffer.”

Through the constant groans and full-body shivers, Stephen still manages to crack a smile even as Tony huffs with mock offense. “Hey, that’s rude. You’re not supposed to take his side on this.”

Pepper sniffs without any heat and then makes her way to their master bath, calling out merrily behind her shoulder, “You honestly don’t expect me to pick a side when the stakes are Vegas and a medical conference in Geneva? Think of the shoes, Tony.”

She leaves the room with a smile, listening to Tony laugh vibrantly and Stephen moan even as he’s ordered to keep cleaning up.

They’re both totally insane, in Pepper’s opinion, but she loves them nonetheless.

[ifoundkylo]

Liberty Pt.4

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo (mentiones briefly)

Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence (future chapters).

WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT AND IT WILL MAKE YOU BECOME A BLUSHING VIRGIN AGAIN, ALSO BUCKY X READER PRACTICE SELF DEFENSE, AND THERES SWEARING 

Word count for this chapter: (4362) {i promise it’s worth it}

A/N: So here’s chapter 4, it’s long af BUT its worth it! dedicated to my babe @papi-chulo-bucky for motivating me and telling me spoilers for delta ily. I also pinched the SING idea from Miss Congeniality.

I listened to this whilst writing

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.

You slowly broke apart, his hands leaving your body.

“I’m sorry miss, I-”

“Go back to sleep, Captain. You’re delusional.”

~

You didn't sleep much that night, Bucky's light snores weren't the problem; you had pondered over what had happened between the both of you. He wouldn't remember what happened, you thought. He was delusional, half asleep, groggy, in another world, maybe?

Only he would know, in due time he would tell you.

It was a time before dawn, and the sun stained the sky different shades of pinks, reds, and oranges. The crew below were slowly starting to wake up and you made your way into Bucky's cabin, you were greeted with a sight only a married woman should have, but you didn't complain. Bucky was dressed in only a night shirt of which he had worn the previous night, nothing else

"Good morning, Captain, did you sleep well?"  You asked gruffly, as your hands covered your eyes.

Bucky sighed, "I believe so," Liar. "You needn't cover your eyes, darling, I'm decent." He laughed.

"Sir, back at Port Royal that is FAR from bloody decent!" You continued to have your eyes closed and under your palms. Bucky laughed at your exertion.

"You really are so innocent aren't you?" You heard a rustle of fabric, followed by a clinking of buckled boots. You felt a pair of large hands gently wrap around your wrists and peel your hands from covering your face, your eyes squinted shut, even more, making your nose scrunch too, making Bucky snort lightly, "You can open your eyes now, kitten, I'm decent, I promise."

You opened one and alas, he actually WAS decent! To your dismay, obviously, to see a man as beautiful as this one, naked, would be a blessing.

"Did you dream at all? Anything pleasant?" You made light conversation as you walked over to the Globe, tracing the equator.

"Indeed, I was kissed by a beautiful woman in my bed, she was light, different, her hair was splayed across my pillow and her hands were in my hair, I could swear I apologised for being so bold," You blushed as he continued.  "but it was enjoyable and so surreal, I could smell her and feel her. I..." Your breath hitched in your throat and you disguised it as a cough. "Sorry for getting so detailed, what about yourself, Y/N? Any reveries?" You looked up at him, as he mixed leaves and hot water in a metal bowl.

"Pleasant would be an understatement, Captain." You returned his smile. "What is that you're making, Bucky?  It smells very strong."

"Ah, yes, it's a mix of mint leaves and hot water, I like to keep my teeth and mouth clean and fresh, it also clears the sinuses if you're sick. I go to the main deck and spit it out over the side once I'm done, would you like some too? I'd assume you're used to brushing your teeth back home." He scooped some of the liquid into two goblets as you nodded in thanks.

~

You grabbed the compass and figured where the higher northeast would be, in the night the wind had picked up and the crew members switching between shifts at the helm hadn't bothered looking at one themselves, judging their instincts. It wasn't good enough.

The ship had ended up going southeast, in the direction of the Western Sahara. Bucky was not happy at all, he had banished them to the brig for being so idiotic.

You were sat on a crate as your captain walked passed you, you were further studying the charts- even though you didn't have to- you knew it by heart.

"Miss Y/L/N, do tell me, have you ever helmed a ship?" You snapped your head up as you hear Bucky call your name from the quarterdeck. You thought for a second, trying to reach back in time to when your father had taken you with him on his voyages, it seemed you hadn't.

"No, sir, I haven't had the privilege of doing such a thing, my father always kept me to the stem, so I didn't get in the way!" You slowly walked over to your captain, holding the rolled up charts in your hands.

"It's a simple task, I'll show you if you'd like." He smiled and you returned the kind gesture.

"I'd be delighted, Sir."

He never had a woman steer his ship before, he was told many times that a woman's hands were made for the most fragile of things, like sewing, lace work, caring for a baby, etcetera. But he believed you to be tough, that you could handle the roughest of seas and the most brutal of enemies and it was just hidden behind your gentle facade- you had yet to grow out of your cocoon of welfare, for until the previous day, you had never had to injure violence or act upon self-defense.

"I've seen many people steer before, and it looks as easy as breathing without a corset- but that's easier said than done." You admitted, Bucky simply laughed at your comment, walking you to the helm.

"Here is a simple fact you might have heard the helm is the heart of the ship, it takes her wherever she desires. But he is not light-hearted. The wheel is weighted, it takes fifty percent of a man- or woman's- strength to turn it, here-"

Bucky maneuvered you to stand behind the wheel, and he behind you. He grasped your elbows and lifted them both at a ninety-degree angle.

"At all times it is crucial that the helmsman has his or her arms at a ninety-degree angle to steer the wheel, they will receive the most leverage from this." You nodded timidly and wrapped your hands around the handles. "Now, stand with your legs a shoulder width apart this is crucial also." Bucky gently nudged your legs apart with his feet.

"Hard to starboard, Miss Y/L/N." He mumbled lowly.

You put all your weight on your right leg and turned the wheel, Bucky was right, although the wheel was the heart of the ship- it wasn't light at all.

"Ah, very good, Y/N. Now, gently to port- don't want to run off course." As a lady who had no reason to gain heavy muscle in any part of your body, you were only slightly struggling, those who were fit enough to endure this should definitely do this instead.

"Mister Wilson! You can take over now- I have plans for Miss Y/L/N and I." Sam jogged up to where you were standing and got straight to work.

~

As Bucky led you throughout the ship, he showed you different knots in and around the masts. "I'm going to show you 30 different ways to tie knots, are you up for that?"

"Should I stretch my fingers first, Sir?" You laughed, Bucky had picked up 2 long pieces of medium width rope and led you back to his cabin.

~

As the hours went on, Bucky had taught you almost 20 knots, as a beginner, he was impressed with how fast you picked up some of them, seeing as some were tricky ones that involved a lot of loops.

The trickier the loops became, the closer he edged his chair to yours. He leaned his elbows on his knees as his fingers slowly tied a bowline knot.

"You see, the easiest way to describe how to do this one is to make a loop, or a rabbit hole by a tree, as some would say, so watch my fingers and the bottom end of the rope. The rabbit goes up the hole, round the tree, and back down the hole, and voila, bowline. Can you do that for me, darling?"

You sighed as you finished the bowline, gently placing it in Bucky's upturned hand, "This is correct! Many don't achieve it on the first try. I wonder what else your hands can do."

You breathed a sigh of relief and blushed at the same time, you were never complimented so many times by a man. You were only complimented on your beauty and elegance, never your handy-work and skill.

"Thank you, Bucky, I've never been complimented on my work before, only my looks and physique." Confessions, it made him smile so wide and his eyes lit up to be the first to compliment you on something that meant a great deal to you.

You hissed as you went to grab your goblet of water.

"What's the matter? Have your hands cramped?" You grimaced and hummed, attempting to flex your fingers. Bucky grabbed your hand in his large ones and started kneading small circles into your palm and wrist and you closed your eyes. He was so gentle yet firm and you rolled your head back to let out a sigh of relief.

You were knee to knee and as Bucky finished with your left hand he placed it on his thigh, picking up your right and continued with his ministrations, occasionally looking up to see you smiling in content, eyes closed and shoulders back, and you so succumbed to the pleasant feeling that you let out a small moan, and Bucky felt it.

"Does that feel good by any chance, doll?" Bucky smirked, his voice sultry and low, you became flushed and hot.

"Give it a couple of weeks, you can get to know the ship some more, learn the ropes, no pun intended, and I'll show you the art of defense, does that sound good, Y/N?"

"It does indeed, Bucky, I'm looking forward to it. Now, shall we have lunch?"

~

A couple of weeks had passed, the ship had come up and passed the Spanish Canary Islands. You had taken the time to know Bucky more intimately, learning his favourite knots, colours, routes and places, etcetera, he asked the same with you, and confessed your favourite knot was actually the bowline because it was the one he complimented you on, though you didn't say it aloud.

~

It was about 5 in the evening and Bucky was briefing you on the main aspects of self-defense.

SING.

"Now, I don't mean actually sing like Francesca Cuzzoni, SING stands for solar plexus, instep, nose and groin. The solar plexus is here," He placed a light hand on your lower stomach. "if you are in front of the attacker, you elbow them there and they will double over if they are weak- the same with the instep." He pointed the inside of his foot. "You step harshly onto there. This will cause them to double over yet again, giving you a chance to spin around and punch them in the nose- stop giggling! This is serious!" He scolded.

You couldn't help but giggle, he was in nothing but his shirt which was rolled up at the elbows, pants and trouser stockings, and twirling around punching the air.

"I-I'm sorry It's-it's just you look so funny doing this! It's like you're battling a ghost!" You giggled, this made Bucky smile, seeing this side of you; less timid and shy, more free, like a bird attempting to spread its wings for the first time.

"Ha ha, at least I'm making you smile," He ushered you over to him, you unlaced your boots and cautiously walked over to him, "now, this is the groin part, you... do know what the groin is, right?" You rolled your eyes and muttered a yes. "Good! Well, the groin part is after you've socked the fucker in the nose, you're still facing them, so what you do is raise your knee in between their legs, giving you the full advantage to kick them to the ground afterwards. Now, we're going to practice, okay?"

Bucky grabbed you by the hips and slightly tugged you to him and spun you around, trapping you flush between his chest and strong arms.

"Hit me in the stomach, it's the only way you will learn." He mumbled gruffly in your ear.

You raised your elbow and hit him and he didn't move an inch, you could swear the man was made of stone, so you stomped on his instep. and alas, he bent over in pain, but he kept a vice-like grip on you bending you over with him. "bugger" you mumbled, you wriggled your left arm out of his grip and your hand caught in his hair, tugging harshly.

"Ugghhh!" Bucky groaned, getting distracted and letting go of you, giving you the chance to spin around and raise your hand to his nose, but he was too quick and caught your fist in his.

"No fair!" You gasped.

He wore a shit-eating grin and chuckled at your attempt, but he didn't realise your knee was about to make contact with his groin.

"OH FUCK!" He yelped, dodging your knee and grabbing it with his free hand instead, bringing it around his hip and crashing you both to the floor of the cabin. "See, if I were an amateur you would have succeeded in that little attempt to ruin my crown jewels..." He grumbled.

You panted heavily as you noticed him nestled between your thighs, a compromising position. He felt your embarrassment and hastily raised to his feet, offering you a hand to get up.

Jokes on him, as you grabbed his hand you yanked hard and sent him tumbling to the floor with a strangled 'meep'. You rolled over and trapped him underneath your body, your thighs either side of his hips and your hands holding his against the ground.

"You're brilliant, doll, where did you learn that?" Bucky questioned, looking up at your heaving form. He licked his full lips as he felt your soul dripping with much-needed confidence as you straddled his hips.

"I...I didn't? It just came naturally?" You smiled.

"You intrigue me, Miss Y/L/N, there's so much more about you that you haven't discovered yet." He whispered, squeezing your hands. "Although, I do have something I must confess if I'm not too bold."

You let go of his hands and sat up, he sat up too, the feeling of him against you sent that pleasurable tingle through your body again, without realising, you let out a light 'oh', which made Bucky bite his lip, his long arms came behind you and his hands rested against your hips. Yours stayed against one another, twiddling your finger tips.

"I've come to feel a most ardent admiration for you, the need to show you things and to protect you at the same time is strong, and I- I have a confession. There's this... this thing I have. I have the ability to detect the way someone is feeling, and I've noticed you have taken a liking to me as I have to you," You raised your brows and your lips parted slightly. "And it wasn't my fault that I had found out- honestly. I hope you aren't upset. I knew how shook you were when you saw Wanda use her powers. I didn't want you to be scared of me." He raised a hand to move a strand of hair from your face and tuck it behind your ear, his fingers tracing ever so lightly against your skin as if he thought he would break you. "And.. the first night of the voyage, I knew of the kiss, I knew it wasn't a dream, I woke up that morning hoping you would be there, and I grew worried that I had come on too bold, so I told you it was just a dream, I felt your anxiousness and didn't want to embarrass you further, if you were."

You looked at him straight in the eyes, "I understand, Sir."

"I must say, I do love it when you call me that..." His hands came to rest on your hips, and squeezed gently.

"B-Bucky I need to ask you something, I feel, er, embarrassed, though."

"Go ahead, sweetheart, don't be embarrassed." He rubbed small circles against the fabric as you shifted against him.

"When... oh bloody Jesus... When I look at you, or we're close, and you're touching me or something I- I get this warm feeling right at the pit of my stomach, it-it travels to my...my..." Bucky shushed you, resting a slender index finger against your lips.

"I know, you're too shy to say it, that's okay. That feeling is the need, and desire for sexual contact, oh look, darling, you're blushing." You were indeed, and you felt butterflies in your chest. You felt so vulnerable but you knew you could trust him.

"I have a question for you, doll, you don't have to answer, but I'm just curious, now... Have you ever touched yourself, down there?" You gasped at his question and panicked, you had never done such a thing; it was frowned upon by the church. You heard only MEN done that sort of thing.

"No, I've never done it." You silently thanked Wanda for magically removing your body hair, you had confessed it was god awful and uncomfortable after talking to her about your feelings for Bucky.

"May I kiss you, Y/N?" There was no point saying yes, you were leaning down already.

As your lips connected, you felt his hands in your hair and on your body, you timidly placed your hands against neck and shoulders, not knowing where to put them.

Bucky's lips glided against yours, you felt him gently suck your bottom lip between his, his tongue swiping against yours, coaxing a moan from your chest as your arched your back and pressed your chest against his. He took advantage of your open-mouthed moan and glided his tongue against yours with perfect pressure. You felt his hand leave your hair and grip your other hip, moving them so your center ground against his crotch. You let out a quiet squeak as you felt pleasure building in your core.

Bucky disconnected your lips, "That's it kitten, let me hear you, be audible." The vibrations from his chest going straight through you. He drug your hips down, his hard cock making contact with your soft clothed core, you let out another high pitched sigh and threw your head back. Bucky took advantage of the expanse of skin and attacked it with his lips, tongue, and teeth, covering your neck in pinka purple splotches. You picked up a rhythm and rocked your hips against his groin as your hands slid up to tug on his hair, making him groan.

"Would you like to try to touch yourself, doll? Or would you like me to help you?" You grew nervous and went rigid against him, you weren't married, this is something a married woman does with her husband. You shouldn’t have, but you wanted it.

"If you don't, we can just continue what we're doing, Y/N, I don't mind. Only when you're ready." Bucky whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

"I- I want to. I just don't know what to do." You gulped. 

Bucky slowly rolled you both over, resting between your soft hips in which he gripped gently. He continued to kiss from your neck to your lips, purposely neglecting them and kissing over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your jaw. He finally connected your lips as he ground his clothed cock against you.

"Bucky I... Please take my clothes off, I- I need some real friction."

"Your wish is my command, beautiful."

He kneeled up and took in the state of you; ruffled hair, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks, paired with a heaving chest. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he deftly untucked your shirt from your pants, feeling the whale-bone corset against his fingertips and dug his teeth into his bottom lip. He traced his fingers against the waistband of your pants and undone the buttons at the sides, slowly etching them down your thighs, when they got to your knees, he pulled your stockings with them, lifting both your legs up.

He kissed paths up to your ankles until you were bare. Your knickers were next, he took it slow, making you whine and squirm against him. He watched as your breasts heaved against the restraining fabric of your corset, so he reached behind you and unlaced your corset, pulling it over your head. (A/N you know them frilly short pantaloon lingerie things?? yeah okay carry on just google them after)

"Look at you, you're beautiful from head to toe. I'm guessing Wanda helped you..." You blushed at his words and he kissed you deeply. "Now, darling, I'm going to need you to relax, can you do that for me? I need you to use your words."

"Yes, Bucky." Your voice was small but you were panting from anticipation, and he planted a soft kiss upon your lips as he nudged your thighs apart with his large hands.

"I'll be gentle, I promise." He mumbled, his lips ghosting against yours. He rubbed a single finger over your slit, spreading the wetness across your lower lips, you arched and gasped at his movements. He circled your clit with the same finger, dear god this feels so good, you thought. You moaned into his kiss and he groaned right back, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

He rubbed two fingers against your entrance, making sure you were wet enough and inserted his middle finger into your tight heat.

"Oh gods, Y/N, you're so wet, and tight- fuck..." He continued to rock his fingers back and forth, curling them upwards, and he hit a spot that made you moan so loudly he had to cover your mouth with his own.

"Oh- Bucky please, k-keep going, don't stop." You panted, you were throbbing and it was unbearable, there was a knot building in your tummy and it was so intense you thought you might sob.

"Do you want to cum, kitten?" He cooed, you squirmed against the carpet of his cabin floor, "You want my fingers inside you as you feel yourself release?" You nodded and moaned again as you felt him add another finger and made them curl against you, his other hand coming up to your face, his placed a thumb against your mouth and you sucked on it, flicking your tongue against it, making him throw his head back in pleasure, you had no idea why he liked it so much.

He grabbed your hand from his hip, and placed your fingers against your clit, moving them in circles, you kept this up and made a joined rhythm as Bucky's fingers hooked inside of you, hitting that special spot and you could feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter and-

"Oh-oh my goodness gracious, BUCKY!" You screamed as you came over Bucky's fingers, your juices coating them as he continued to pump them in and out of you, milking your first orgasm. He crouched over you and kissed you with such passion your heart felt like it was about to break out of your ribs.

As you came down from your climax, you felt Bucky slip his fingers out, they were slick with your wetness.

“Bucky..what was that?”

“That, doll, was your first orgasm.” He sucked on one of them and moaned whilst keeping eye contact, it was the most erotic thing you had ever seen. He then brought the other down and teased your lips.

"Taste yourself, sweetheart." 

You hesitantly opened your mouth and let his finger slide in, you sucked the juices off and moaned, it was a different taste, but it was good, and as you sucked harder and swirled your tongue around the tip of his finger, Bucky replaced it with his mouth.

You became curious and reached to stroke the hard line in his pants, but he pulled your hands away and pinned them above your head.

"No, no, no, darling, this evening was about you, I will teach you how to pleasure a man soon, but not now."

As he pulled away, you reached for your clothing. He ushered you to the bedroom where he retrieved a clean damp rag and wiped between your thighs, he then helped you dress again, gently squeezing your breasts and planting kisses amongst them before helping you with your corset.

"You know, I could always ask Wanda if she could lend you some clothes." He pondered, as you pulled your stockings up your hips, followed by your pants.

"I would appreciate that very much, thank you, Bucky." You hummed as you felt him come behind you and placed kisses against your naked shoulders; you had yet to retrieve your shirt.

"I'd like to teach you how to handle a sword, dear. Would you like that?" Bucky's voice was low, like a whisper, as if he only wanted you to hear.

"Of course! Most pirates fight with a sword, don't they?"

"Indeed, let me show you the multiple swords I possess, I have one in mind for you." He lead you by the hand to the cupboard by the door of his cabin. He plucked a large sword with a black handle from a row.

"This," He held it out from handle to blade. "is Renee, she will be your new companion and second in command if things get dirty." He placed the sword in your hand and stepped back, letting you examine it.

"She's beautiful, so... When do we start training, Captain James?" You smiled up at him, he bent down and kissed you deeply.

"After supper."

~

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