#//fiery jealous where peter is concerned

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cry baby | chapter twenty two

Summary: Ah, distractions.

Warning: Mentions of fighting. Cuts & Bruises. Smut...

Word Count: 1407

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A/N: Cry Baby, who thought you had it in you? - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

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Cleaning up the remnants of the evening, the apartment felt eerily quiet without the previous laughter of your friends. Finishing up, you were just about to head to bed when you heard your apartment door unlock. Turning, you saw Bucky stumble in. His face was bruised and there was a fresh cut on his lip. His shirt had a tear, and he looked like he’d been in another fight. 

“Bucky?” you questioned, rushing over to him. “What happened?” 

Waving you off, his usual confidence was missing. “It’s nothing.” 

“Nothing?” you echoed, grabbing his arm to help him steady himself. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” 

You guided him to your dining table, your mind racing with concern. Sitting in his usual spot at the table, he winced slightly as you gently cleaned the cuts. His eyes filled with emotion, darkening. 

“Why were you being a jerk about Peter?” you asked softly, dabbing at the bruising on his cheek.

His jaw tightened, and he looked away. “I’m an idiot,” he muttered. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you with him.” 

Pausing, your hand stilled on his cheek. “You were jealous?” 

He nodded, “Yeah,” his voice barely above a whisper as he confessed. “It drove me crazy.” 

Your heart raced at his confession. “Bucky… I didn’t sleep with Peter,” your voice trembled as you confessed to him. “I just said that to get under your skin.” 

His eyes snapped back to yours, and a mixture of surprise and relief spread across his face. “You didn’t?” 

“No,” you confirmed, shaking your head. “I didn’t.” 

A silence fell between you, unspoken words and emotions changed the air. His voice was raw as he finally broke the silence. “I’m sorry. I’ve been an ass. I shouldn’t have said those things.” 

“It’s okay,” you replied. “I get it.” 

Reaching up, his hand cupped your cheek. His touch was gentle despite the callousness of his skin. “I’ve wanted to do this again,” he murmured, eyes locking onto yours. 

There was no time to process his words before his lips were on yours, he kissed you urgently and it was filled with longing. Eagerly, you responded by tangling your hands in his hair, deepening the kiss. All the tension and misunderstandings melted away at that moment.

The kiss grew more heated as your hands explored each other with desperation. You helped him out of his shirt, your fingers traced the scars over his chest and shoulders. Pulling you closer, his hands roamed over your back, igniting a fire within you. 

Both of you panted for breath as you broke the kiss. “Bucky…” 

“I know,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. “But I need you. Now.” 

You nodded, taking his lips against yours again as he led you to your bedroom. The air was warm as you stumbled in. His lips were hungry and insistent as his hands moved with purpose. Lighting your dress, he tossed it aside and guided you to the bed. 

You pulled him down with you as you fell back onto the mattress. The weight of him pressed against you, and your fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans. The need to feel his skin against yours drove you wild. His groan sent shivers down your spine as you freed him from his clothing. 

Bucky’s lips trailed warm, wet kisses down your neck. A fiery path was left in their wake. Roaming your body, his hand memorized every curve and contour. Your breath hitched and you arched into his touch as his mouth found your breast, his tongue teasing your nipple. 

“Bucky…” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he lavished attention on your chest. “Please…”

His kisses continued trailing down your stomach, each one was a promise for what was to come. Pausing at the waistband of your pants, he looked up at you with a heated look that made you flush. 

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice laced with desire. 

“I want you,” you breathed, clenching the sheets in your fists. “I need you.” 

That was all the encouragement he needed. He peeled down your underwear, his hands gently caressed your thighs before spreading your legs. He positioned himself between them, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. He kissed the inside of your thigh as his fingers teased your entrance. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your skin, his voice filled with admiration. “I can’t get enough of you.” 

His mouth was on you before you could respond. Tongue flickering against your most sensitive spot causing you to cry out. You arched your back off the bed as he worked with expert precision. Gripping your hips, he held you in place as he pushed you closer to the edge. 

A tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed your senses, leaving you breathless. The tension built and your body coiled tighter until you couldn’t hold back any longer. You cried out his name as you came undone. Your body trembling with the force of your release. 

He didn’t give you a second to recover, moving up your body and capturing your lips in another kiss. He positioned himself at your entrance, his hardness against you. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, need straining in his voice. 

“Yes,” you whispered as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I want you, Bucky. All of you.” 

He pushed into you with a groan, filling you. He paused, allowing you to adjust to the new sensation. It was exquisite, a blend of pleasure and pain as your bodies joined together, holding yourself closer to each other. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. 

Meeting his rhythm, your bodies moved in sync. The sounds you made together filled the room: the creak of the bed, the slap of skin against skin, and your shared moans. The tension built once more as each thrust brought you close to the edge. 

“Bucky,” you gasped, nails digging into his back as his pace increased.

He groaned in response. “Come with me, Sweetheart.” His trusts became more erratic. 

The intensity of his movements and his words push you over the edge. You cried out for him as your body shook under his. Moments later, Bucky followed with a guttural moan that escaped his lips as he found release.

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Groaning, you reached over to silence the sharp beeping of your alarm. You jolted up as the remnants of your dream stayed vivid in your memory. His touch, his whispered words, you were left with a sense of longing. 

Reality settled in as you rolled over. Beside you, Peter was still asleep. He looked peaceful and relaxed as you took a moment to watch him. A pang of disappointment tugged at your heart. 

Waking up to a different reality was jarring. The dream felt so real, so right. 

With a soft sigh, you were careful not to wake Peter as you slipped out of bed. The hardwood was cool against your feet as you padded gently to the bathroom. Trying to shake off the dream, you splashed water on your face. Confusing emotions began to stir within you. 

The man in your bed was sweet, kind, and attentive yet, as you brushed your teeth, you couldn’t help but replay the dream as the intensity lingered. 

Your morning routine felt mechanical. As if you were moving through the motions, finishing brushing your teeth, showering, and getting dressed for the day. 

You stood at the kitchen counter, stirring your coffee absentmindedly. Peter emerged from the bedroom with a yawn. “Morning,” he greeted as he joined you at the counter. He lent him to kiss your cheek. 

“Morning,” you automatically replied, your gaze fixed on one of the dining table chairs. 

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, pouring a cup of coffee for himself. 

“Yeah, fine,” you murmured, continuing to stir your coffee. 

He frowned slightly, sensing your distraction. “Is everything alright?” 

Shaking your head, you forced a smile toward him. “Yeah, I’m just… thinking about work.” 

He nodded, concern lingering in his expression. “Well, if you need to talk about anything, I’m here.” 

“Thanks, Pete,” you said, guilt tinged in your voice. 

The rest of the morning passed in a blur. After Peter left for work, you were left alone with your thoughts once more. You sighed, staring at a fresh canvas in front of you. You tried to focus, but Bucky’s face kept intruding.

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From All Sides (P.4)

Title: From All Sides (Part Four) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Pirate Tony. Tony is obsessed with a certain barmaid at port and showers her with gifts to try to bring her to his bed. She is resistant to his advances, her eyes elsewhere, specifically on her coworker, the cook. Although, that love is unrequited and always will be. The reader is forced into close quarters with Tony unexpectedly and sailing the sea, she slowly bends to his will. And he plans to give her all the affection he can to make sure she stays. Words: 2,420 Warnings (for the whole fic): Eventual smut, violence, angst, possessive behavior Warnings (for this chapter): Tony displays some homophobia

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He was right, your head hurt the next morning. He tried to shake you awake and you whined, pulling the blanket over your head. Tony chuckled which only served to make you more upset about feeling sick.

Tony laid a soft kiss on your temple through the blanket, and said, “I’ll leave you be then, love. I will make sure some water is sent in. And some bread. Don’t leave the quarters without me. I don’t want you getting snatched up. Without me, you’ll look like fair game.”

You grumbled in response, and he gave you another kiss through the blanket before crawling out of bed.

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Walking down the dock towards the stairs to go up into the kitchens, Tony was greeted with Bucky and Steve sitting. He altered course and came out onto the overlook with them. Steve held out a piece of bread and Tony waved him off.

“I was heading in to get myself breakfast. And Y/N some bread.”

“So, she’s not feeling great?” Bucky questioned, taking a swig of water from his mug.

“No.”

“And did you…” Steve asked expectantly, trailing off. His raised brows indicated exactly what he was asking.

Tony sighed and shrugged, “Persistence pays off.”

“Jesus Christ, finally. Now you can stop whining about her going to bed alone,” Steve muttered, taking a big bite of his potatoes. “Even if it was only for a night that she obliged you.”

“Watch it,” Tony muttered, and Steve merely shrugged in response.

“She’s finnicky.”

“Not anymore,” Tony responded.

Bucky rose his brows, “At least you hope so.”

“I’ll make sure of it. She’s going to stay on the ship with me.” Steve and Bucky exchanged a look and Tony demanded, “What?”

“The men may not like that…” Bucky pointed out.

Tony waved them off, “They’ll get used to it. She’ll be a sight for sore eyes. Not that any of them will be allowed to touch her but I won’t toss anyone overboard for merely looking at her. In fact, I’ll be happy she is being admired and knowing she is mine.”

“Unless she gets back home and finds that guy,” Bucky commented, and Steve shot him a pissed off look at the mention of him. Bucky noticed both Tony and Steve glaring at him and he demanded, “What? You know it’s true! He was pining! And—”

“And what?” Tony snapped.

Bucky seemed to lose a little bit of steam seeing how adversarial Tony was. “Well, he seemed persistent.”

Grinding his teeth, Tony stepped closer, and he said, “That’s not a problem anymore.” Bucky furrowed his brow and Tony said in explanation as he pulled out his pipe, “Boy isn’t among the living anymore.

Realization washed across Bucky’s face.

“Why did you kill him?” Bucky asked, incredulous.

“I didn’t want him alive,” Tony responded simply, striking up his match.

“That’s fair,” Steve said.

“How is that fair?” Bucky snapped. “What if Y/N finds out? Or Peter for that matter? They were friends!”

“They won’t? Who is going to tell them? Dead men tell no tales,” Tony responded, lighting up his pipe.

“You didn’t have to shoot him,” Bucky muttered.

“Who says I shot him?” Tony asked, cocking an eyebrow and Bucky merely narrowed his eyes unimpressed. Tony smirked around his pipe before inhaling deeply. He blew the smoke rings out and shrugged. “I see smooth sailing in front of me because of that gunshot.”

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The ship stayed docked and you only left the room on the island to go grab food in the evening. You barely kept the stew down and Tony rubbed your back. You scowled at him, and he only smirked before going back to his own bowl. That night, he left you alone, letting you rest.

The next morning you woke up to him holding you close underneath the blankets. He felt you stir and he burrowed his mouth to your neck, kissing you gently. You smiled as you stretched before pressing back on him. He took the invitation and ground himself into your ass.

“If you’re going to do something, do it. Don’t tease,” you murmured, turning your head to meet his eyes. A salacious grin came over his face.

Tony lifted your leg and entered swiftly, leaving the two of you breathless and dozing off to sleep again for the second time.

Later in the day, you woke up and found the bed empty. You sat up, the blanket falling to your waist as you searched the room groggily. He was not there. You got yourself ready quickly and left the room, despite his warning yesterday not to.

Thankfully, you found Bucky before anyone else and he intercepted you.

“He’s fishing.”

“Fishing?” you asked disbelieving.

Bucky nodded, “He enjoys it. Plus, it helps feed the island.”

“Anything to keep his feet off the land,” you commented in a sigh, as your eyes were drawn out towards the water.

Bucky gave your shoulder a squeeze and said, “You’ll like it later when you get some bass to eat later, yeah? I’m sure he’ll bring one specifically for you.”

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You accepted Tony’s offer for a dinner on the beach. As Bucky predicted, Tony had brought a fish specifically back for you and he was roasting it over the firepit on the sand. He had brought a bottle with him, and you having recovered, you were indulging again. The fish was good and filled you up along with the vegetables he had used in the pan as well.

Sitting on the log, you stared into the fire. Tony passed you the bottle and you took a long swig.

“I believe I was promised earrings if I came to your cabin,” you commented lightly.

Tony laughed at that and said, “I know where they are.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, they’re locked away. I was saving them.”

“For?” you pressed, passing the bottle back to him.

He shrugged, “Like I told you. You had to come to my cabin to get them.”

“Well, I have done that. Were there strings attached that you did not inform me of? I still have the necklace on!” you asked, smiling. You showed him, pulling it out from your dress. You knew he had seen it. Of course he had. He had taken you in his bed with it twice now, the one thing you had not taken off to lay with him.

Tony shrugged again. “Stay. And I’ll give them to you on our wedding day.”

You laughed but then saw he was looking at you offended. Oh. He was serious.

Brushing the intensity of the moment off, you exhaled deeply, dramatically. “Well, when we see fit to settle down, I suppose I’ll get them.”

Tony said nothing and you hated the uncomfortable silence. You cleared your throat and scooted closer, getting his attention.

“We should go back. Back to my home. So… I can see.”

Tony was unconvinced from the mention of it. Shaking his head, he said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I can handle it. Whatever happened.”

“I don’t think it is wise.”

“It matters not what it wise. It’s what I want.”

Tony was adamant, “No.”

You scooted away from him, and he noticed that. His eyes followed your movement and saw your hands planted firmly as you glowered at him. Good. He could see how serious you were about this.

“So, you’re refusing to take me back?”

“You escaped there. You were held down there,” Tony argued. “You don’t… need to go back.”

You straightened up and asked, “’Escaped’? I liked it there!”

Tony was accusative now, aggressive. “Do you want to go back for him?”

“Who?”

“Adam.”

You stared him down, matching his fiery gaze.

“That’s what your afraid of? Competition?” Disgust washed across his features and you pressed on before he could interrupt. “No, Tony. It’s not for him.”

“Then what for?”

It was either the liquid courage or wanting to be honest, or possibly a combination of both, but you were honest. “Eloise.”

It felt good to proclaim she was worth something. Even to someone as jealous of your affection like him. With him, the impact would be different. You hoped. If you proclaimed your love for Eloise to him, it was safer than anyone else. And he understood desire. Hell, he had been trying for you for so long. To return to port just for one person, he had to understand that.

But immediately you saw it had been lost on him and now you were to be floundering until you explicitly explained it.

“You’re worried she got taken?” Tony asked, trying to understand. That only made it clear he was clueless about your unrequited love.

Tears stung your eyes, and you squeezed your hands between your thighs. The waves crashed, filling the space between before you inhaled sharply and said, “I mean, yes. That is a very big concern. She could have been harmed. Taken… raped.” You met his gaze, and he was waiting, like he sensed you needed to say more. And you did. You swallowed and whispered, “I loved her. So much. And I knew she was never going to love me back. But it was okay pretending.”

Tony looked like he had been slapped. And that is when you realized you had made a mistake in confessing this to him. He would not be understanding like you hoped he would have been. Why did you think that?

Still you tried to play it off, using emotion.

You shrugged in return, bringing a hand up to wipe at your eyes. “It was at home at port. We worked together. We were close… I dreaded the day some man would come steal her away.”

Still Tony said nothing, and you turned your eyes to him. He was staring at you with such intensity, frozen in the moment. But only for so long.

“So, she was the reason,” Tony finally said. You furrowed your brow at his tone. He took another swig of his rum. He suddenly gave a scornful laugh, shaking his head. “The whole time, I thought it was all those men chasing after you. That you liked playing games—” Your mouth fell open at that remark in shock. “—And keeping your options open. But you already had your heart set. On a woman, no less.”

You shifted and said desperately, “I did not think you would judge—"

Tony cut in swiftly, roughly. His tone could cut glass.

“And on someone who would never appease you or return the affection. You set yourself to doom. And for what? So, both of us could suffer?”

You realized he was making this about him and his feelings. And that ignited anger quickly. “Tony, that’s not fair!”

“I never stood a chance if you were already dead set on staying sorrowful forever.” He scoffed, standing up, your eyes following him. He stared down at you, stumbling a little in his movement as he threw an arm out. “Looks like we had both anchored ourselves to misery and unfortunately for me, it was unknowingly because you returned my flirtations constantly. Dragged me along.” He pointed at you and sneered, “You’re selfish!”

You stood up with him and you said forcibly, “I am not! Yes, I flirted back because I do like you! But do you think I wanted to hang my hat on someone who was notorious for sleeping around?” Tony gave you an incredulous look, but you pressed on. “And for someone who spent most of his time at sea? What? You just wanted me to wait around for you whenever you thought it appropriate to grace me with your presence?”

Tony stepped closer, a finger in your face. “If you would have given yourself to me, I would have brought you aboard or made home—”

You interrupted with a shrill laugh and his jaw set in offense. “You? Make home? Don’t make me laugh.”

“For you? Yes! I would have!”

“Will you now?” you asked, still lightly laughing.

Tony was serious when he said, “If you would only ask it.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “I will not.” He scoffed and began to turn away, but you raised your voice, catching his attention again. “Because as heartfelt as you feel right now – and it may be genuine – you would get bored. You’re married to the sea. You would never be married to me.” You gestured between the two of you. “You and I are meant for the bed and that’s it. There won’t be long term affection. At least on your end.”

“So, I’m the problem?” Tony snapped. You nodded and he bit his cheeks, turning away from you. He used his arm holding the bottle to wipe at his mouth, staring out at the ocean. You swayed on the spot, feeling the alcohol running through your veins. When he turned around again, he almost lost his footing in the sand and you moved to steady him, but he waved you off, stopping you in your tracks. “You never even gave me a chance to prove myself, Y/N! I’m so glad you’re such an expert on what you think you know about me when you never cared to even ask! I would kill you for! I did kill for you! Or have you forgotten that? Or do you just not care?”

He got even closer, and his breath was hot. “I would kill hundreds of men to keep you safe. Just to make sure you were there for me at the end of that bloody trail! And you’re so fucking ungrateful about it! I should just leave you here. Let you simmer on that! Be passed around between the pirates coming through! Cause you obviously don’t give a shit about who you open your legs to! Might as well get paid for it! And at least I’ll still know where to find you. I’ll have coin ready!” He leaned in close and hissed, “If you won’t have me fully, then I’ll just keep you at another port to visit just like before!”

You gasped, hurt, as he turned away from you. He left as quickly as he could, trudging through the sand until he found the rocks again.

“Drew me in and drowned me! Temptress! This whole damn time! And here I thought sirens were only on the sea!” he shouted over his shoulder.

All that was left was the sound of waves as you watched him go up the path.

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