The Chronicles Of The Winter || Part IX

The chronicles of the winter || Part IX

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII || Parta VIII continuation of imagine

Summary: Steve’s mission went wrong… Very wrong.

Word Count: 2194

Warnings: Blood, injuries

Author: Beast

Since their common evening, Emily hasn’t spoken with Bucky at all.

He saw her few times. They passed each other like a ghosts at the corridors of the complex. Everytime when Bucky wanted to ask the woman, what exactly has changed between two of them that they couldn’t even talk for a while, Emily was simply passing him by, don’t even looking at him.

He easily could feel that everything has changed.

Deep inside he knew he shouldn’t have been doing that. He shouldn’t let her seduce him, it just couldn’t end well.

Bucky’s contact with Steve also has been restricted.

Their supervisors seemed to do everything to separate men from each other.

Bucky could also feel kind of a distance, which has built up between him and Steve.

Another week has passed and Bucky confirmed himself in a premonition that something was wrong.

While he was looking for Steve, he heard a conversation between two of the guards in canteen.

“… with her” one of them said simply, drinking coffee.

“I would give everything to be at his place at the moment” second man chuckled. “She’s pretty hot.” “Of course she’s” guard who was drinking the coffee stretched his back. “Rogers is a fucking lucky dude, isn’t he?”

“Don’t ya remember? He’s not Rogers anymore. They said he’s called Captain Hydra now” older guy shrugged.

Bucky frowned, listening to this little conversation. He realized that Steve has to be outside the complex. And… Was he with Emily? Have they had a mission? But Steve would tell him… Why he didn’t?

Bucky, however, felt a cold shrink in his heart.

EMILY. She also went away without farewell. Without single word. Why both of them were treating him like that?

He couldn’t find an answer.

One day, Bucky has been taken to the small room at one of the lowest levels of the complex.

There was three man awaiting at him. Two doctors and no one else but Aiden Black himself.

“Good morning, soldier” man in a suit smirked viciously.

Bucky didn’t say a word, he simply took a seat in front of the man.

“Why are you so silent, soldier?” Black pretended a concern.

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky simply asked.

Black raised his mouth corners in a haughty grin.

“He left. He has more important things to do instead sitting here with you” man said.

Bucky snapped his head to face Aiden Black again.

“Liar” Barnes gasped loudly. “Steve’s my friend. He wouldn’t…”

Black smirked again.

“Funny” Black mused with a sick smile, getting dangerously close to Bucky’s face, “wasn’t that exactly the same thing that you said the first time when Hydra found you?” he laughed harshly. “Face it, Barnes. Steve Rogers’ dead. Now he’s the Captain Hydra and he’s working for us and only for us” man in suit got up from his seat and walked slowly around the room. “Nothing can bring him back” Black finally stopped behind Bucky’s back and he put his large hands and Winter Soldier’s shoulders. Black also leaned down and whispered directly into Bucky’s ear. “And as I suppose he’s having a lot of fun with your Em.”

The last statement was like a sharp blade of a knife stabbed into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky responded with spitting in Black’s smirking face.

Of course, as always when he wasn’t behaving like they would wanted, he was greeted with violence, but that didn’t matter.

“Now, get some rest, soldier” Aiden growled slowly, wiping flecks of Bucky’ blood of off his hands. “We have work to do.”

When Black left the room, Bucky yelled aloud, hitting the table in front of him with his metal fist.

Evening had long since fallen, the chill of night picking at the edges of his meager jacket as he silently made his way through the quieting city. Captain Hydra was walking, passing closed shops and tracing streets he didn’t know.

He had a mission to do and he didn’t want to let his supervisors down. Steve had to kill a director of some organization named Robrax. It was kind of a pharmaceutical industry enterprise. Hydra was willing to do anything, just to overtake some researches results. Steve only knew they have wanted to make a new biological weapon.

He knew he should be careful, because, following the information he got, it seemed that other organization has wanted him for their own businesses.

Being in a deep thoughtfulness, he easily got at the terrain of the restricted area.

The building was oh so large. White walls and glazed doors were giving that real estate more dignity then he thought in a first moment. With a knife in his hand, he quietly slipped into a large building. He sneaked unheeded next to the guard’s place and he headed directly into the office number 10, located at the second floor.

Taking a staircase, he reached the floor and when he checked that no body’s there, he slowly stepped at the corridor. He went along it until he found a door with a gold numbers on them. Steve opened them and walked inside. Immediately he noticed the man he was looking for.

Dressed in a black suit, guy was sitting in the leather chair, making some notes. Fortunately for Steve, man was facing him with his back.

Captain Hydra walked over to his target and as quickly as he could, he put his palm at man’s mouth to cut over his throat in the next second. It didn’t take long for man to bleed out.

Steve, as soon as he made sure man’s dead, he left the room, putting his knife back into his pocket. He also easily managed to leave the building.

It was first time when he killed someone because of an order. Deep inside the last degraded ounce of his morality was trying to convince him that he was making a huge mistake. But he pushed those thoughts away.

He walked slowly along the street, heading to his apartment, which Hydra has rented for him. The barking of a dog jarred him from his thoughts, body suddenly tense and eyes, hard as steel and just as cold, scanning his surroundings for any threat as he stopped in his tracks. His knife was produced from his pocket, not as large but just as deadly in his capable hands. 

Another noise caught his attention. Footsteps, ten feet behind to the right. His mind was just methodical and calculating. Fingers tightened around the handle of the combat knife, although he showed no outward signs of realizing he was being approached; to any passersby it merely looked as if he was staring off into the jeweled skyline. The darkness would either be a great hindrance or a welcome advantage, but only time would tell..

Click. The sound of the safety switching off of a pistol was all the prompting Steve needed. Moving with a speed unexpected in his depleted state he spun around. A great blaze of light and concussive sound filled the street, the weapon discharging as Steve plunged his knife deep into the chest of his would-be assailant. In that quarter second of movement he had searched, located and struck, the metal blade deftly gliding between ribs and into a lung. The air filled with the sharp scent of copper and iron as blood poured from the wound.

Steve quickly realized it was one of the guards from Robrax.

The haphazard discharge of the weapon had blasted a round into the sidewalk, the sound of it no doubt alerting every person within a two block radius. I need to escape.

The man collapsing into a pool of his own blood, not dead but not quite alive.

If there was one there had to be more, he thought, and they had to be coming for him. He made it two steps before he heard the crack of a sniper rifle, echoing off some far-off building. The next few seconds blurred together, but he remembered being knocked off his feet, air forced from his lungs as he hit the brick wall of the building next to him, knife clamoring from his hand. Heat blossomed on his back, a burst of wet crimson that trickled down his spine as a bullet planted itself squarely into his right shoulder blade. The choking cry of surprise that escaped him startled him.

The pain hadn’t hit him yet, but his body felt like ice. His legs were sluggish underneath him as he struggled to his feet, bolting into an alleyway as he heard another bullet slam into the wall behind him. It’d been a low shot, as if for his leg. They want me alive. The thought filled him with a sick dread as he realized that they wanted to put him back on his leash, or worse, put him down so he couldn’t spill their secrets, although he had no secrets to tell. At least, not as he was now.

Shouts of men filled the street. “Down the alleyway!” and “He’s getting away!” among other things he couldn’t catch. The pain was starting to filter into his awareness, starting as an acidic heat that slowly built in on itself. His heart was pounding, lungs heaving, as he tried to lose the guard’s team in the maze of back alley streets. He needed to get to the apartment.

As he rounded a corner, two guardians spotted him, shouting loudly to others. A swear hissed under his breath, narrowly avoiding another bullet aimed for his legs. His reflexes were slowing, he could feel it, his strength draining from the wound the harder he pushed himself. A pistol was produced from his pocket, only two rounds fired with the same deadly precision he had used to change history numerous times. The first man dropped in a heap, not even getting the luxury to realize he had been hit. The other’s ribs popped wetly as the bullet tore open his side, letting out a ghastly cry as he tumbled to the ground and didn’t get back to his feet.

Without a moment’s hesitation the Steve was gone, vanishing into the darkness like the ghost he was before more of the guard’s team could arrive. Rain earlier in the day had slickened the streets, helping to hide his trail of blood as he snaked his way through the sleeping city. He had no idea how long he was running and barely had any recollection of where he was going, his body operating almost entirely on instinct by the time he reached that familiar building. His running had slowed to a staggering shamble, forcing his legs, which he lost feeling in about three minutes ago, to climb up the flight of stairs.

His breathing came with difficulty, his limbs heavy and blood like ice. The worn clothing he had been wearing was soaked through with his own blood, which still bubbled from the sniper’s bullet.

The door to the second floor apartment seemed like a nearly insurmountable obstacle. His glassed-over eyes darted from the knob to the floor, then to a small, out-of-place planter of tiny flowers. Barely a murmur of thought crossed his mind as he nudged it with his foot, exposing a key. He was too exhausted and in too much pain to question just why he believed there would have been a key there. The key was retrieved, clumsily inserted into the lock, and the door opened without protest; he could have kicked it open or picked the lock like last time, but he didn’t have the time or strength to attempt it.

With a soft clink of metal the key fell from his trembling fingers to the floor, shakily standing at the threshold taking great, heaving breaths. His vision was growing blurry and his hearing muffled, but after a moment of hesitation he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him, the click of the lock oddly comforting. Movement in front of him, down the narrow hall, and he knew he wasn’t alone. The pistol was still clutched in his left hand. He tried to take another step but his body had had enough; the pistol dropped to the floor, abandoned, as he tried to steady himself by pressing that palm to the wall.

Something was spoken to him but he didn’t catch it, gaze lifting to where he’d seen the movement earlier. Someone was standing a few yards away now. He didn’t need to hear to know who it was. Breath was inhaled sharply, words attempted but failed.

Emily Vandom. 

His whole body was shaking; it felt like the world was collapsing in on itself all around him. Underneath all the pain was a faint, lingering disappointment. Pain washed his thoughts away, a low whimper in his throat betraying the fact he was injured. He was going to go down, he felt it, and not a moment later did his right leg buckle, his whole body collapsing with it. He fell into something warm and yielding, not hard floor like he expected, but he had no time to ponder it as the darkness closed in on him.

“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” || BUCKY ONE SHOT

Words: 1314 Warnings: a little bit of cursing Summary: Bucky wants to take a flight to Bucharest, unfortunately at the airport there are problems because of his metal limb. Sam and Steve need to calm their friend down, but it all goes wrong.. Requested by: anonymous Gif: x Author: Beast

The terminal gate had a large sitting area with the generic airport rows of chairs that were stuck together, some of which were already filled with a mix of waiting passengers, a few of them cheerfully optimistic while some looked irritated. The wide, glass windows afforded a great view of the planes outside.

Bucky was sitting at the chair, his legs crossed nicely as he was checking his phone and email. He cursed and checked his watch.

„I’m gonna kill ‘em” he grunted under his breath.

Standing up to stretch, he looked around the terminal gate and noticed that the number of people had dwindled. Bucky resisted the temptation to lick his lips, a nervous habit that he’d never lost.

He spotted Sam and Steve several minutes later.

“You both are late. AGAIN” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve been waiting for fucking two hours!

Steve approached Bucky and put his large hand at man’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. There was a huge traffic jam” blonde said in a soft voice, trying to calm his buddy down.

Bucky only rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Can we go now? I don’t wanna miss a flight”.

Steve nodded and pulling out his documents, with Sam and Bucky by his side, he went to the airport check-in.

When their documents had been inspected, guys went in the direction of security’s machine to check upon metal stuff in their luggage.

The closer they were, the more stressed Bucky was.

“Steve, shit, I won’t pass it, ya know..” Bucky gently pointed at his left arm, carefully covered by a grey hoodie.

“Easy, Buck, we’re gonna make it” Steve patted his friend’s back, trying to give Bucky his support.

As soon as the trio stopped in front of the machine, they gave their bags to one of the guards to let them check it.

After a while, the tall man asked Steve to go through a metal detector.

Steve went through it without any problems and as soon as he did, he turned to gave Bucky a look. He knew his friend was a bit terrified.

Sam also went through the detector without any issues.

And then it was Bucky’s turn.

“Sir?” the tall guard looked at Bucky with a suspicious gaze. “Is everything alright? You can do it now.”

Bucky nodded nervously and after several deep breaths he slowly stepped through the machine.

As soon as he did, the detector started to beep like a crazy, signaling presence of metal with flashing of a little red light.

Another security guard approached Bucky and started to search him down.

“Pockets are clear” he said to other man dressed in an uniform.

It was until guard touched Bucky’s metal arm through his hoodie. Man frowned and glared up at Bucky.

“Sir. We need you to pull up your sleeve, please” guy said slowly, looking carefully at Bucky.

Barnes sighed deeply and gave a brief look to Steve, who only nodded.

Bucky slowly rolled up his sleeve, revealing his metal limb.

Two other security guards came to check upon Bucky’s metal arm.

“Uhm.. Sir.. Is that real or fake?” one of men, an older dude with glasses asked politely, blinking few times.

Bucky hesitated and as annoyed as he was, he mumbled quietly.

“Real.”

Guards gathered themselves in a little circle, whispering something among each other.

“I knew it’ll end up like this, Steve” Sam leaned to blonde man and chuckled softly.

“Shhh, Sam, not now” Steve raised his hand to give his friend a sign to be quiet.

Bucky was still standing in a place. He felt like an animal caught in a snares. Feeling glances of other people, who were looking at him out of curiosity, Bucky growled loudly.

“Ekhem. Shall we?” he gave an anxious look to the older guard.

Man nodded and took a deep breath.

“I am sorry sir, I am afraid we cannot let you through with that metal.”

Bucky blinked and instinctively looked at Steve with an imploring glance.

“I have to go with my friends” Barnes felt like an idiot saying this. “We have a flight to Bucharest.”

Was he trying to explain himself?!

Steve approached them and smiled gently.

“Yes. He’s with us. We have very important meeting there and we can’t miss this flight” Steve has shown his ticket to guards. “Please.”

The older man shook his head.

“I am sorry sir, it’s the main rule and we have to obey it.”

Steve was about saying something, when other guard cleared his throat.

“Sir” man looked at Bucky, “is there something you can do with this… metal limb?”

Bucky blinked and shook his head.

“No. Don’t think so, for fuck’s sake..”

“Oh yes, he can!” it was no one else but Sam who stand next to Steve. “Buck, you can reattach it.”

“Oh, for sure, little fucker!” Bucky growled aloud, causing the guards gave him an odd glances. “Ya know I can’t do it now!”

Sam giggled.

“Easy, man, trying to give ya some idea” Falcon shrugged with a cheeky grin on his lips.

Oh, how much Bucky was hating that grin!

It caused his rage increased within seconds.

“Fuck you, Sam!” Bucky blew a hit in Falcon’s shoulder, but Sam blocked his hit.

Guards immediately came in between two men to separate them from each other.

“EASY!” the older man shouted. He turned his face to Bucky. “Is there any chance for you to reattach that metal limb now?” he asked.

“I’ve been telling you that no! For fuck’s sake, are you deaf, man!?” Bucky jerked, trying to free his hand from grasp of security guards.

Falcon only laughed, looking how frustrated Bucky was.

“You can try to put your hand up in the air and go through that machine again!” he laughed from his own joke. “Maybe it’ll work, huh?”

Steve punched Sam’s shoulder, making an angry face and narrowing his brows.

“Sam, stop, don’t make it worse!”

But Falcon’s comment made Bucky yelled loudly.

“Fuck you, Wilson! Why are you such a cunt, huh!?”

Sam smirked again, laughing hardly.

“Because I love to piss ya off, Buck!” he chuckled.

The guards were thinking for a while.

“Well.. Maybe we can try to wrap your limb in some material..” one of man suggested.

Steve nodded eagerly.

“Let’s give it a try, men.”

Few minutes and outbursts of anger later, Bucky’s arm was wrapped in a large white piece of a material guards have found in an janitor’s room.

Steve was standing in front of Bucky.

“Relax, take it easy” Rogers instructed his friend before the next attempt.

He made a place for Bucky and gently pushed him ahead.

Sam was standing next to the guards, awaiting for the event development.

Bucky walked through the detector once again, but he didn’t succeed. Again, the machine started to beep.

Steve just knew it won’t end properly as soon as he spotted like Sam took a step ahead in the direction of Bucky and like he was spreading his arms.

“Go back to the shadow, Winter Soldier! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” Sam intoned with a deep voice, trying to sound like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings.

Before Steve barely could say something, Bucky simply jumped to Falcon and after a while both men were tussling on the floor.

“How dare you, little fucker!” Bucky was yelling, strangling Sam a bit.

Wilson was blocking each move of Barnes and after a moment of fight, he managed to kick Winter Soldier off himself.

When Bucky was laying on the ground, gasping for air, Sam crawled to him and punched him at the shoulder, choking himself with a laughter.

“I am sorry, man!” Sam rolled at his back, Bucky did same. “I just had to do it.”

Bucky growled, but after a second he was laughing too.

“Fucker” Bucky playfully punched Sam’s shoulder. “I hate you.”

YOU BELONG TO ME || CHRIS EVANS X READER SMUT ONE SHOT

Summary: You had a huge argument with Chris once again. Finally, he apologizes and makes it up to you as much as he is able to. In the way he knows you like the most… Words: 2773

Warnings: BDSM, rough sex, choking, restraints, teasing, oral sex (female reciving), penetration

Author: Rouge

It was one of your favorite books but still you couldn’t focus on it.

You were trying to read words carefully. But it was harder than you thought. You couldn’t imagine anything else, see anything else or pay attention to anything else other than the fact that you were so mad at him. You were in a sundress and laying on your hip, leaning on your hand and wrist as it sat comfortably against your face. The blankets of the bed covered you from the waist down, hiding your naked legs that were curled together.

Suddenly you heard him as he came up the stairs. He was dragging his feet. You had wondered when he would have made the effort to apologize and talk to you. It must have been close to an hour ago when you both had fought. You had left the TV room steaming mad while he continued to yell after you, still sitting on the sofa. Again, your argument was about you being incredibly jealous of him when he was on the set. “I’ve been telling you, Y/N! I did nothing!” he yelled. “Karen has told me that you were flirting with that little bitch!” you screamed at him, standing with your back to him. “Oh, Y/N, c’mon! You really have to go on ice with your silly suspicions!” Chris rolled his eyes. “She is only my FRIEND!” “Oh, yea! Friends with benefits, huh!?” you gave him an angry glance before you quickly left the room.

And now you were laying on your common bed in your common bedroom, trying to focus on something else than thinking of him probably fucking another girl. As he entered the room behind you, your eyes moved up to the wall in front of you, but your head remained still. You closed your eyes and clenched your teeth together, listening to him shuffle, still enraged. You forced yourself to remain calm as you took a deep breath and momentarily relaxed. He was taking a long time behind you. You assumed he was undressing and getting ready for bed. As he remained mute, you anger continued to fuel, as he hadn’t said anything, not even an apology. You felt him climb onto the mattress behind you. You swore in your  mind, he good knew you were upset and he was going to bed anyway. Fuck you, Evans, you muttered to yourself in your thoughts.

But his arm slithered along your waist. You huffed as he moved your long hair to the side. He came against you from behind, also under the covers. You closed your eyes as his breath hit your neck, then his lips, kissing you softly once and resting the side of his face against your soft skin.

“Are you still mad at me?” His voice was apologetic and cute. He was trying to suck up.

You subtly shook your head no once, disappointed. He hadn’t apologized yet. You didn’t respond as your eyes returned to the screen you held. You left him behind you, not wanting to give him the time of day. As he waited for you to move or speak, his fingers squeezed your side gently, attempting to flirt and comfort. He watched you breathing as your side rose and collapsed slowly, but you said nothing.

You read the same sentence again, trying so hard to pay attention. Maybe the next page would help…

“Babe” he started, “I’m sorry. Please…”

You could hear him shuffle behind you. His hand came off your waist and you heard his muffled voice, possibly rubbing his face from exhaustion. “Please, listen to me, Y/N. We can’t do this all night.” His hand returned to you and his fingers gently pulled at your hair. “C’mon, babe. Talk to me.”

He kissed your warm neck again, trying to make up for your conversation earlier – a conversation that would obviously haunt him. You weren’t having his apology… Yet.

Attempting to seduce you, he ran his full red lips across your soft pale skin, breathing heavily. His open lips closed on your neck as he kissed slowly, then again, and again in different spots, leaving a small trail of wet.

It tickled you, but you stiffened, closing your eyes and trying to ignore his touch.

“You are so beautiful. Your smell is… incredible. I can’t help but kiss you.” There was a growl to his voice. It was dark and raspy. You always had a weakness for it. You felt his warm wet tongue on the back of your neck as he used it to run over your skin, closing his lips again and turning the licks into french kisses on your neck.

You couldn’t deny, it felt amazing. His smell was incredible too and his touch was heavenly. Maybe make-up sex was the answer you were looking for… You decided to see how far he would go to seduce you. He would have to try much harder than this…

As he tried to convince you, he whispered “Come on babe.” You got chills but didn’t show the start of your arousal. You wanted to let out a moan desperately, but you held back.

As he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder, his fingers slid down your arm and inched under the blanket. His hand reached around and over your dress, found your slim stomach. He moved his fingers a few times, feeling your muscle and then slowly bunching the material together in his hand. He was testing you.

His lips were still grazing the skin on your neck, and you knew your goosebumps were visible. It was just a matter of time before he saw them, realizing how his touch was affecting you and ultimately how aroused you were.

He moved his crotch into your ass from behind and you could easily feel it. He was hard. He wanted you so badly… You pictured it in your mind. You pictured the way he stroked it for you. You pictured licking and sucking on it. Even his cock was beautiful.

His bottom lip tickled you as it moved across your skin. You opened your neck for him. You tiny movement got his attention immediately and he opened his eyes. He could see the chills that covered your arm. He smirked and continued to arouse you with his mouth. And you weren’t quite resisting anymore, but it seemed as though you weren’t giving in yet, either.

Your eyes were closed as you let him touch you. Your mouth came open and a small popping sound was heard as your lips came apart. You licked over them, wanting his lips on yours. His fingers moved back and forth teasing the skin on you belly, testing your patience. He released the bunched sundress and it remained in place. His hand moved under the material, slithering up your skin until he found your breast. His fingers opened and he caressed over it, then gripped it gently. He squeezed and felt it over, until your nipple became hard under his hand. Your head started to roll as your book fell flat onto the mattress in front of you. He watched as your head fell down and under his neck. It was almost as if he had power over you. He smirked proudly.

As you lay on your sides against each other, he let out a type of growl, realizing you were giving into his touch and knowing he could have you. He groped and groped at your tit from behind, using the perfect amount of pain to please you. The beg to his kisses became forceful with intent. He opened his mouth wider making smacking noises on purpose, fully aware his seduction was working. He dragged his lips across your skin, pushing the spaghetti strap off with his mouth. The gentle fall of the strap onto your bare skin gave you even more chills and you exhaled loudly with the sensation. “Mmmmm, Chris…” you murmured slowly.

Chris’ hand moved up to your naked shoulder and rest there comfortably as he guided you to lay back, kissing you skin as he went. He knew he needed to cover your mouth quickly before you might vocally resist. And so he did.

Your lips came together and rolled, as his head came down over yours, crawling on top of you and dominating over you.

As you kissed, his fingers moved up your arm slowly, following it until he reached your wrist. He gripped it and pulled, guiding your hand over your head. He held it in place as he followed your other arm and brought it together with the first. He crossed your wrists and continued to kiss you as you let out tiny moans from his guiding actions. You had to admit, you loved his kink, and even though you may still have been mad at him, you couldn’t deny he knew how to turn you on.

Finally his lips came off of yours, but not off your body. As you breathed deep, his open mouth kissed and sucked on you, moving down your chin and onto your chest. His kisses were missed between licks and little bites. His hand gathered the dress material in one hand and his mouth quickly skipped from your chest to your belly as he held the dress up and continued with wet open mouth kisses.

“Chris…” you whispered, as you could feel his intent. But it was no use stopping him even for a second, even if you wanted to, which you didn’t. He kept working his way downward with his mouth, across your warm naked flesh, until he hit panties.

You gladly opened your legs for him. Your red lace material was exposed as he pulled the covers back off your body. “Chris, hey…” you said louder, but it was too late. His mouth was already eating you though your panties.

His mouth closed on the material, soaking it with his saliva. You could feel the heat from his warm mouth even through the panties and the sensation alone made your cunt burn. He collected her flesh in his lips and prepared her for what was about to come, pulling slowly and releasing quickly. His mouth came against the silky material and he bit gently again, only this time, using teeth. You let out small bursts of air as his mouth came back to you, worshipping your pussy. Moans came from your lips as your eyes were closed and your body started to move for him sexually. Your hips pivoted up into his mouth and you twisted and turned slightly. He bit you and held as you moaned from the pleasure just the way you liked and just the way he loved to give.

His fingertips came to the side of your panties and he pulled the wet material to one side. “Chris, for fuck’s sake…” you whined.

You bit your lip and gasped as he tongued between your lips, then took your clit in his mouth. He sucked on it soft at first and then built up pulling pressure as he sucked. You were sweet, tender and willing, moving your legs apart for him further and moaning loudly. His tongue trailed between your lips, moving deeper and deeper, wiggling lower while licking. And then he moved deeper and pushed inside. The burning of your cunt made his wet strong tongue feel cool inside of you. “Oh, fuck….” you hissed in satisfaction, needing more and wanting him to fuck you with his tongue. But just as he knew you loved to be teased, he licked up again, all the way back to your clit.

You gasped and breathed out deep for him, as he loved to hear you in your arousal. However, Chris was busy below and didn’t look up. He worked steadily on your pussy, eating slowly and enjoying every drop you gave to him, diving deep and teasing your cunt, then licking back up to your clit. “You’re fucking delicious, Y/N” he hummed in between his licks, looking up at you for a second.

Both sets of his fingers went to the top of your panties line on your hips. He scrunched as much material as he could before pulling down. It wasn’t until he was ready to remove them entirely, that his lips pulled away from your cunt just to race back as soon as they were out of the way. You lifted your hips in the air as he removed your panties. He buried his face and tongue as deep as he could into your pussy again.

You looked down to see him enjoying your taste. Your head fell back onto the bed. “Chris, I’m… Gonna… Cum..” you whimpered softly, biting on your lower lip. That was his cue. He knew it was time.

He french kissed your pussy quickly. He pulled himself away and got on his knees, grabbing his erection, ready to push in. He watched below as his hot red cock slowly moved between your lips and penetrated your pink flesh. As your wet pussy sucked on his skin as he pulled out, he watched completely aroused by the site as you stretched for him.

“Fuck…” Chris closed his eyes and gasped as he entered you for the second time.

He opened his blue eyes and looked to your face. You watched each others eyes while he entered and pulled out slowly. He leaned over you while one of his hands gripped your wrists, unnecessarily forcing them to stay above your head. The other quickly went to your neck and he squeezed you slightly. Your eyes excitedly opened from delight of his grasp. You whined for him as he entered you, and held you down. Your chin came up as you enjoyed his fingers around your slim throat. You were whining for him on and on.

Seeing your need, Chris leaned down as he repeatedly pushed and pulled inside of you gently. His mouth came open and your tongues met. Your lips came together on each others, and then parted slowly.

“..I’m sorry..” he whispered into your mouth. You hardly remembered what he was apologizing for.

Your mouth remained. You let out another loud moan and motioned for another kiss. Your bodies were slightly bouncing together with his pushing. You were already breathing heavy, and wanting to come badly.

“Chris…” you licked your lips. “Harder..”

You gasped and couldn’t help but want to run your fingers over his skin. So you attempted to free yourself from his grip, but he immediately forced your wrists back down. You opened your mouth to speak but he gripped your neck tighter. You choked once from surprise and whimpered loudly. “To whom do you belong, Y/N?” he whispered directly into your ear. You whimpered again. “To you..” you murmured quietly. “LOUDER” Chris ordered, squeezing your throat tightly. “TO YOU, CHIRS!!” you screamed his name and Chris smiled proudly. “Yes. You belong to me, Y/N. You’re mine” he pushed hardly into your dripping pussy.

His breath trembled as you finished another kiss. “I’m fucking sorry, babe…” Chris whispered once again. “You’re the only woman in my life”. He took a deep breath and knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer. “Come for me, Y/N… come on me. Squeeze me… Come..” he whispered out of breath.

And you were already there. You moaned and moaned loudly as you stared into each others eyes. Your sweet moans turned to high loud whines, as he felt you squeeze on him tight. You held your breath and froze as you came. He pushed into you hard and deep watching you. He gripped your neck tight for your enjoyment. His deep penetration had made you come hard and slowly, allowing him to enjoy every bit of movement inside as you squeezed on him.

“Fuck! Chris! Yes!!! YEEES!” you screamed for him.

After he was sure you had finished, he dropped his head pushing in slowly and hard, enjoying the feeling of being in your completely soaked wet cunt. His sight came back to your face as you relaxed. He watched you  as he penetrated you after your orgasm.

But then, to your surprise, he slowly pulled out and crawled off your body. He went to your side with a full erection and lay down.

You were amazed. You lay frozen in silence and watched as he placed his boxers back on in the bed beside you, covering his wet thick hard cock. He turned to you, smirking. Your face announcing your surprise.

Chris snickered. “And this is about to happen when you will say ‘I forgive you’.”

GIF

Call of repentance || Part I

Summary: reader is a member of the Golden Path. Under Amita's command you have to sneak to the Royal Palace to kill Pagan Min. But when you're about to fulfill your mission, you find youself unable to – under charm of king Min, you decide to switch the path and stand by the side of the Royal Army, becoming one of the leaders. 

Word Count:1540

Warnings: cursing

A/N: I've decided to separate that little story for two or three smaller parts. This is the first one. We don't wanna make another fanfiction, taking we have two main larger fics at the moment. But I've been in Far Cry 4 fandom for a long time period, so it's a really nice chance to me to come back to one of my favorite fandoms. I've wanted to create such story since very beginning, taking that Far Cry fandom was my very first one ever :) I still have a lot of sentiment toward all those characters, so I hope you all will enjoy my work.

Author: Rouge

The world was slowly waking up to life. The sun was more boldly penetrating through the morning mists, which were enshrouding Kyrat. A gentle wind was toring the crowns of the trees. In the air there was a smell of subtle spring.

When the first rays of the sun fell through the open window to the room of yours, they have gently illuminate your face still plunged in a dream.

You lazily opened your eyes and almost immediately narrowed them by light. You shielded your face with a hand and for a moment accustomed to the morning light.

When your eyes stopped hurting, you put hand down and stretched slowly.

You got up and went straight to the bathroom. You walked over to the sink, washed your teeth and face and looked at your reflection in a large, ornate mirror that hung just above the sink.

Your shiny hair shimmered in the light coming through the little window, your eyes were expressed energy. Your delicate, swarthy complexion was glowing.

You got dressed and when you ate a quick breakfast, you got out of your little wooden house.

You lived in Banapur, a little village in Southern Kyrat.

The life wasn't easy, especially there, in a country torn by a civil war.

Nothing left but a try to have as normal life as it was only possible to.

In Banapur, which was a main headquarter of the Golden Path, nothing was normal at all.

From the side it looked like the village was nothing more but a place where Kyrati people were living calmly. But the truth was, that all those houses were hiding a secret. Banapur was the last one mainstay of the Golden Path, the little organization created yet in the end of XX century to fight against the Royal Army leaded by Pagan Min, the King of Kyrat.

The story of him taking the crown was rather vile – first, Min was working with Royalists and when he got a chance, he betrayed them, killing the last King of Kyrat with his all family and then he called himself the next King.

A lot of people died in such hard time, under the dictatorship of Min.

And then, many years later, when son of Mohan came back to his motherland, the forces of the Golden Path got stronger. The organisation recruted a lot of new people, mostly young, to introduce them in a fight against Royal Army and Pagan Min himself.

Of course, no one said it will be an easy case, no. There was a lot of preparations before every action they were taking part in. A lot of people has been kidnapped by Army. They were killed or tortured or even put to Durgesh – the prison located high in Himalayas.

You were a member of the Golden Path too, you were under comman of Amita, one of two leaders.

The second one, Sabal, had such distinct view at the current situation in the country then Amita, so it caused a lot of misunderstandings and fights between those two.

And now there was a meeting in your part of camp. You, as the most trusted soldier had to take part in it too.

“What do you want to achieve?” you snarled.

“Since you have started working in Varshakot for De Pleur, you are even greater whore than you were” Sabal growled loudly, glancing at you with brows rised in a cruel grimace.

Amita stood up and almost immediately slapped the man in the cheek.

“What are you both doing?!” Ajay yelled with a loud voice, standing between Amita and Sabal.

“He started” Amita summed up. “He began to insult my soldier with no reason just because he is jealous of her work, Ajay” woman crossed arms at her chest.

“That isn't true!” Sabal said. “She began. She is trying to disturb me with our current mission at Sleeping Saints monastery” man pouted.

“Enough. Everyone split up” Ajay snapped sharply, frowning as he looked at other people gathered in the room. “You two, Amita and Sabal, you're gonna stay. And you too, Y/N!” young man looked at you with his big brown eyes. “As I see, you need someone to lead the way. So I'm hearing. I wanna hear both versions” he took a seat on the chair and crossed his legs, looking at Amita and then at Sabal.

“Let me start” she threw an anger gaze at Sabal, then she briefly looked at you and Ajay. “My proposition is to send Y/N to the Royal Palace. It won't be a problem, because guards know her. She is still working in Varshakot and De Pleur trusts her” Amita smirked. “So it will be easy. And then she's gonna be able to knock king down. Without witnesses. Without suspicions..”

Ajay only nodded and turned to Sabal. “What is your plan?”

Sabal has sighed before he spoke.

“Well, I think we should gather all our forces to prepare an attack at Varshakot first. And Y/N” he looked at you, “she knows that place really good. When we'll take that fortress, our people will believe in a upcoming success, they'll work more efficiently.”

You smiled sadly and decided to take part in the exchange of views.

“It won't be nothing else but a fake propaganda” your voice was harsh. “People's morale will rise, but when we're be attacked by Pagan's forces, they'll lose them again rather quickly” you summed up. “That's why I am more up to Amita's idea” you shrugged.

Ajay nodded in silence, then he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Let's do that. Let's destroy his forces from inside” he looked hardly into Amita's eyes. “I'm by your side this time.”

Sabal growled and got up, leaving the room.

You were torn out from sleep in the middle of the night by a powerful roar, which echo bounced off the mountain peaks surrounding the Southern Kyrat.

You quickly got out of bed and lit the lamp standing on the nightstand. You took a long hoodie from the chair and carelessly threw it over your shoulders.

You pinned your hair in a ponytail.

You went downstairs and then outside the house.

After entering the main square of Banapur, you noticed, that most of the villagers were gathered outside their homes. Some stood in larger groups, others were walking around.

You walked in the direction of the main building, where all soldiers were supposed to be.

Standing in front of the main entrance, through the wide open door, you saw Sabal and Ajay, both were talking loudly.

Next to them there was Longinus, who spoke with someone by walkie-talkie.

There were also a couple of other people, who were preparing weapons.

Suddenly, Amita came out from the building, dressed in a long brown cargo pants, hiking boots and a T-shirt with long sleeves.

When she saw you, immediately she came up to you.

“What happened?” you asked reluctantly.

“Apparently, somewhere in the vicinity of Baghadur the bomb has exploded” woman summed up.

“What?!” you asked with your eyes wide open. “How do you know about it?”

Amita shrugged.

“Apparently, a small branch of the Golden Path has been returning by forest from their exercises. They saw it with their own eyes. The explosion reportedly was huge!” Amita looked thoughtful.

“Perfect” there was a loud voice of Sabal. “Now Noore will ask Pagan to make a retaliation, because she's gonna think that it was us who set the bomb at her fortress, fuck” he snapped, catching Amita's shoulder. “Again we're about to lose many people, little bitch, it's your fucking fault! You're gonna have their blood on your hands”.

You pushed him away from Amita.

“Leave her!” you gnarled harshly. “It wasn't her fault at all. Nor any of us” you rised your chin up.

Ajay approched you all. He looked so sad when he has spoken.

“I think we don't have time to prepare Y/N to mission. She needs to sneak there as soon as possible, Amita” his voice was nothing more but whisper. “We need to act. We won't let them to take us down.”

Cool wind of the night dispeled Pagan's unbuttoned white shirt.

Yuma silently went to Pagan and put her hand gently on his shoulder.

“I do not want to just believe, that they organized something like that. As for them, it's too big undertaking.”

She felt, that the muscles of Pagan are tensed. She knew, he was furious.

“I almost lost you” he turned to Yuma and hugged her tightly around the waist, looking down at her. “Paul will find people, who are responsible for the explosion. If it turns out, that Sabal or Amita was behind it, I will personally stick my kukri into his or her heart” he said. “I lost Ishwari long time ago. I can't lose my little sister” he said.

Yuma frowned hearing the name of her brother's ex lover, but she nodded carefully. “You won't lose me, I'm too tough” she took a step back. “Going to check if our guards are preparing weapons” she turned around and walked out of the balcony.

Pagan knew, that until they'll find out, who organized the attack, he won't know peace.

Imagine: Taking care of Matt.

You were used to fact that during nights life of your boyfriend was dangerous. You were also used to the fact, that he was returning every morning in one piece.

Not until THAT night.

You were in your bed, trying to fall asleep. You wrapped yourself tight in a blanket and nuzzled to Matt’s pillow, inhaling his scent. Suddenly you heard loud noises coming from living room. A loud noise of something smashed by some other stuff. You slowly got up from bed and took your baseball batt. You went to living room, watching your ever step.

You stepped into big room, ready to see a robber or someone like that, but the room was empty. At last that was what you were thinking. Suddenly you saw your boyfriend Matt still in his daredevil costume, laying on top of crushed coffee table.

You quickly threw your batt away and ran to him. “Matt… Mattie… what happened?!" you got onto floor next to him and took off his mask, tossing it aside.

He was really confiused, Matt couldn’t even say a word. You were really suprised and happy that he was even able to get back home. You gently touched his face to calm him down, he only caught both of your hands really tight. You hissed. “Hey… Hey.. Matt… it’s me, Y/N, it’s okay, you are home. You are safe…” Matt was breathing heavily. “Y/N…” he said and slowly started to calm down.

It took you some time to took off his whole costium. You took it to bedroom and left it there. 

Matt got up and with big problem he sat down on couch, whimpering from pain.  You looked at him and it hurt you. He was covered in wounds, bigger and smaller one, the same was about bruises. You took first aid kit and went to him. Matt looked at you. “I’m sorry… I just… there was too many of them… and they…. they got me… I was scared… that I won’t return to you” he whimpered sadly. You smiled sadly and put first aid kit away, than you hugged him gently. Matt sighed heavily and nuzzled to your hair, inhaling your scent. You stroked his hair gently. “It’s okay… you are back. Now I'm gonna take care of you.”  Matt only nodded “Okay… okay… Thank you.”  You kissed his forehead gently, after that you started to take care of his wounds. Later you took shower with him making sure that you washed off whole blood that left on his body. After that, you took him to bed. Matt slowly wrapped himslef in the blanket and nuzzled to his pillow. You were happy, because you knew that now he was happy and he was safe in home with you. You laid next to him and took his hand into yours, than you looked at him.  Matt only smiled “Your hands are so soft… Good night Y/N.” You smiled and closed your eyes too. Both of you fell asleep really quickly.

At morning, when you were in kitchen, you heard some noises in bedroom but not too loud. You good knew it was Matt who's looking for his normal clothes. He went to the kitchen, wearing only pants and hoodie. “Morning” You said happily “Morning, Y/N.” Matt responded and wrapped arms around your waist, nuzzling to your shoulder “I don’t wanna go to work… I don’t wanna leave you…” He murmured. You giggled and stroked his hair “I know… and you don’t have to go there today. I called Foggy and I told him that you are sick.” Matt laughed and kissed your cheek “My angel… I guess that every devil needs his angel.”  You giggled “I would say that ever man needs a woman, that will love him… but you summary is good too.”  Matt sighed happily “I love you, Angel.” “I love you too, devil.” You said eagerly before both of you shared a passionate kiss.

Author: Cass  Gif: X

The chronicles of the winter || Part VIII

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI  || Part VII continuation of imagine

Summary:  Bucky and Steve are still at Hydra's base. Days are passing by and their situation isn't changing. But Bucky seems to not care about it. He cares about something else. Or rather SOMEONE...

Word Count: 4296

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex

From then on out Steve’s training really began. Each day he had lessons in German, Russian, tactics, as well as weaponry training and different forms of hand-to-hand. Steve’s least favorite lessons were the ones on the organization known as SHIELD, because apparently his friends were the founders, and he absolutely hated the idea of working to destroy something they’d built, even if it was for the sake of Bucky. Steve wasn’t sure, how much time had passed since they were kidnapped. Days were blending into each other. Everyday he was wiped again, they wanted to stay in control over him, but Rogers remembered. Everything from his previous life. Steve was given a list of SHIELD’s top agents, Hydra’s own little ‘Most Wanted’ list, and forced to memorize all of their strengths and weaknesses, and how best to take them down. The months passed slowly. Steve rarely saw Bucky, since most of the time they kept him in something called cryo, which was basically them just freezing him to keep him in stasis and make him live longer. However, whenever Bucky was off cryo, Steve tried to make him feel like as much of a person as possible, sitting with him while he ate and training with him. It made Steve very sad to do, since Bucky was unresponsive to everything he said unless he phrased it as an order, which Steve absolutely refused to do.

One day, five months after seeing Bucky for the first time since they had been kidnapped, Steve had just gotten back from a mission and was grabbing a bite to eat in the small kitchen off the gym. He preferred it because he could be alone with his thoughts, instead of in the large mess hall. Then Bucky entered. It wasn’t that unusual, Bucky usually got his meals from that kitchen, too, when he was awake. So Steve said hello to him like he always did, not expecting a reply. Bucky turned and stared directly at Steve after grabbing a sandwich. Steve stared back, surprised, Bucky’s gaze rarely narrowed in on Steve, even if he was looking at him he wasn’t focused on Steve. But in that moment… he was.“Buck?” Steve ventured cautiously, putting down his bowl of cereal and taking a few steps closer to his friend. “Do you…do you see me, Bucky?”“I know you” Bucky said absently, voice rough from disuse. The words were a statement, but the way his voice went up at the end made it seem like a question.“Yeah, Buck” Steve said, unable to keep the relief from his voice. He walked closer until he was right in front of Bucky, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder. Bucky’s eyes darted from that hand and back to Steve’s eyes. “Yeah, you know me. I’m your friend."Bucky was silent for a minute, the seconds ticking away in Steve’s head, and then he spoke again."Your mother… her name was Sarah?” Steve grinned and nodded eagerly. “And my sister…her name was Rebecca?” Once again Steve nodded. “Steve?"Steve didn’t wait any longer, he pulled Bucky into a hug at the vulnerable turn of his words, holding him tightly against his chest. "I’ve got you, Buck. I’m with you 'till the end of the line.”

After that, Bucky began remembering much more, becoming more and more like himself each day. There would be times when something triggered him and he would fall back into The Winter Soldier mode, practically erasing all of their progress. But he always came back to himself, sometimes after an hour, sometimes after a week, but he always came back. They did their best to keep it hidden from the Hydra agents, but anyone with eyes could see that most of the time Bucky was there, the lifeless stare he used to adjurn completely gone. Steve didn’t know why everyone was letting it go, even Black, while talking at Bucky like he always did, didn’t comment on the new Bucky.

Bucky was sleeping in his small room at the second floor of the Complex Zero. It was one of these moments when he could has his own makeshift of a freedom. Suddenly he heard a loud, annoying noise. An alarm. Bucky slowly opened his eyes, he sat at the edge of his bed and rubbed his eyes. His door has been opened by one of the soldiers. ‘Move your fucking ass, Winter, there’s a fire in the warehouse of ammunition" man has said, before he ran further to wake others up. Bucky quickly put on a grey tight shirt and black, military pants. On top he put his tactical bulletproof vest, just in case. He left the room and apace he ran to the point of an ingathering. Most of the guards, soldiers and technicians were there yet. In the crowd Bucky immediately noticed Steve. Brunette went to the Captain, but before he could say anything, a huge explosion has interrupted them. Few men just fell on the ground covered in a snow, they have been hit by shards of a broken windows. Bucky noticed few more familiar figures on the horizon. Aiden Black, his two loyal soldiers and a redhead woman. They were running into the direction of the square, where rest of the people were gathered. Almost as soon as the lightning had struck the little building, the world became illuminated. In the distance,  everyone could see a thick gray smoke billowing into the skies. The once pale blue sky was now shielded by a veil of darkness as the smoke swallows up the whole sky. Bucky blinked few times, before he spoke.“What has happened?” he gave Steve a brief glance.“I’m not sure, Buck. I’ve heard as guards were saying it has to be someone from us who set fire to here” Steve’s voice was trembling a bit, from emotions. Bucky knew it was a brilliant chance to escape. In all that turmoil they could easily sneak out of the Complex and tried their luck in nearest wood. At the second hand, they were in a place they didn’t know. They could get lost, they could fall at one of Hydra’s little branches…There was too many options. To many potential dangers. Without a good plan even he an Steve wouldn’t make it. A plume of fire exploded into the blackness, the flame rolling outwards like the smoke of a mushroom cloud. It was an inferno fuelled by the gallons of accelerant in the warehouse. The heat was oppressive even from two hundred yards away. The onlookers had been excited at first, snapping pictures to upload to friends and generally behaving like a crowd on bonfire night. But then a subtle shift in the wind direction brought noxious smoke and ash raining down into their hair and eyes. With hands and clothing clamped to their mouths they tried to hide somewhere, while the management called for a help of firefighters. Meantime, the newborn flames licked the oxygen with their wrath and fury. Refusing to be contained, they danced orange and yellow reaching hungrily for fuel. After few more moments the fire overtook the main building. Everyone witnessed the fire swallow the entire building. Toxic fumes shot up into the air every few seconds and the thick, poisonous smoke choked everyone nearby. Fortunately, no one got harmed in the fire. Whole headquarter’s building has been destroyed completely.That was the reason, because of which Black decided to move all people to the little city named Yuryung-Khaya.

Owing to the extreme northern location, Yuryung-Khaya had a cold and dry polar climate with severely cold winters and cool summers. The village was situated on the right bank of the Anabar River, shortly before it flows into the Laptev Sea. The village economy was based around agriculture, specifically reindeer herding, fishing and other farming. It was just a perfect place to ran organization like Hydra. Villagers weren’t interested in a newcomers, they all had their own stuff to deal with. It turned, that Hydra was preparing that localization since rather long time period. A three miles behind the village a huge military complex has been built. It even had its own airport. But it was only a cover, just in case if some of the villagers would be too curious. The real base was located a mile aside of the complex. From the outside the secret base appeared to be an abandoned storage barn. Rusty barrels of noxious chemicals were littered around the entrance, each labelled with a skull and crossbones. Tall weeds grew between the stones and the fence was almost falling over, hardly high security. Nobody cared about what was above ground. Underground it was a different story. There was a maze of titanium rooms, each either buzzing with computers or loaded with the latest in weaponry. Every inch was recorded by security cameras and the staff wore electronic chips under their skin. Guards came and went through the tunnel that lead into the back of a complex. There were several different room types. Bucky quickly had to deal with one of them, namely the interrogation room. As Steve, he was suspected to set a fire to the Complex Zero and he had to be interrogated. By Aiden Black himself..The room was small and square, with two plastic chairs, a table and an empty water dispenser. The window is cracked, allowing a faint but pleasant smell of moisture into the room. The window was located just beneath ceiling. The view was at the little meadow above the underground complex. The walls were cream and bare. The light outside was now fading, the watery sun shining a single, dust-laden bar of brightness into the room. Barnes pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, his body immediately uncomfortable, his tongue already asking for a drink of water. His throat was tight and sticky with kind of a fear.

The door opened and slammed shut, making the brunette jump a little with the only slack he had. “Good day, soldier. I am here to interrogate you. Do you understand?“ it was Aiden Black, dressed in a black tight suit with a grey shirt under his jacket. Bucky nodded slowly, he didn’t want to have troubles, so he was trying to be as polite as he only could. “Tell me, Barnes, who set the fire to Complex Zero?” the man said crankily seating himself into the chair opposite to Bucky. Barnes stayed silent. "TELL ME” Black repeated sternly. Bucky felt coldness envelope him, but no darkness came. Suddenly Black rose from his chair and leaned forward, he wrapped his large hands around the Bucky’s throat and squeezed. He easily raised brunette off the ground. Bucky kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. Just as his vision went blurry, two uniformed men came in, and Black dropped him to the ground. "I know you had something in common with that fucking situation” Black growled slowly, his glance still at Bucky. After a moment of silence he was lead out while Bucky sat, panting for breath.

Several days have passed.

The winter wind howled through the desolate marsh. The bleak grey cloud overhead reflected perfectly his grey mood inside. These short days, these long nights. The world seemed to lie barren and lifeless before him as if God himself had put it to sleep.

Bucky was spending his days mostly at trainings. If he had some free time, he was walking around the Complex, trying to find himself something productive to do.

At the dinner, when all people were gathered in a social canteen, Steve and Bucky were sitting at the single table, enjoying their meal.

All talks have faded in a second, when the redhead woman entered the canteen. She was an adult, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn’t just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. She was holding a cup of cappuccino in her hand and she brought a newspaper with her under her arm. She took a place at the table in the left corner of the room and she started to read as soon as she sat down.

Steve noticed that Bucky became soundless. “Buck.. is everything alright?” blonde asked carefully, not taking his eyes of his friend.

Bucky mumbled something, waving his hand. His eyes were still at the redhead. He couldn’t take his eyes of her. She was stunning and with every day he was finding himself more interested in that woman.

She was definitely his type of ideal woman. Strong, confident, but charming and delicate at the same moment.

Steve smiled sadly. “You know she’s by THEIR side” he reminded gently, putting his palm at Bucky’s shoulder. “Don’t waste your time, Buck. It’s not a woman for you”

Bucky has been dragged out of his thoughtfulness by Steve’s words. Brunette turned his head to Rogers and frowned a bit. “Stop it, Steve. Let me decide by my own, what’s good and what’s bad for me” Bucky’s face tensed as he sighed deeply, he ran his fingers through his thick hair. Steve shook his head slightly. “Easy, Bucky… I just meant you should think before you’ll engage yourself too much in that” Captain measured Bucky with his blue eyes. “I just wanted to give you my advice..” “But I wasn’t asking for it” Bucky snarled coldly and got up from the table, leaving his unfinished meal. “I wanna be alone” he added quietly.

Bucky went straight to the door to the canteen, but before he left, he stopped in a door frame. He felt a blustery glance on himself, so he turned his head to check, who was looking at him.

Bucky’s heart raced a bit when he realized, it was the redhead woman, who was observing him.

He spent rest of the evening at a workout. He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he has been working hard enough.

That was when he heard the door has opened with a characteristic creak. Bucky lifted his head and looked back above his shoulder. He tried to keep his face straight, but it was hard.

Few steps from him a redhead woman was standing, crossing her arms at her chest.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked, trying to sound as cold as always. “I’m kinda busy.” Woman smirked a bit, standing still. “I have to drive to the city. Some kind of business. I need a help.” Bucky frowned in a confusion. “And how am I supposed to help ya?” man asked coldly, pulling up a barbells. Redhead rolled her eyes, still standing in a place. “I need a ride. I don’t have a driving licence” she explained openly, taking lock of her hair behind an ear. Bucky let out a wryly laugh before he spoke. “And what I’ll receive in a repayment?” brunette asked simply, not looking at the woman. She laughed harshly. “You’ll gain a few hours outside a base. It’s a aboveboard deal, isn’t it?” she said. “I can guarantee, that you won’t regret it.”

Bucky was thinking for a while, pretending he wasn’t interested at all. But deep inside his soul there was a war between different emotions. Call of a freedom was much stronger then he thought, though.

“Deal.” Bucky looked briefly at her. He put barbells down and stretched his back. Redhead woman gave him a little smile. “I’m glad we have an agreement.”

She was about leaving the room, but before she did, redhead turned to face brunette once again. “By the way, my name is Emily Vandom” her mouth corners raised a bit. “See you at 8pm at the main gate.”

She left him in a thoughtfulness, exhausted by a hard workout.

He came on tick.

She was waiting at him, sitting on a hood of a black old Mustang. As soon as Emily spotted Bucky, she jumped off the hood with ease. She was dressed in a tight short black dress and high heels.

She measured him with an interested glance. “Hi” she greeted Bucky, tilting her head. “Nice jacket.”

Bucky was dressed rather casually. It was something new, because he used to wear only military pants and oversized t-shirts. But now he had a black boots, tight dark jeans and grey tight shirt under black leather jacket.

Emily threw keys at him and he easily caught them. Woman turned around and got to the car, taking a passenger seat next to the driver.

When they were driving to the city, he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Where exactly are ya going?” Bucky asked, he was focused on a gravely road. Emily, who was leaning her forearm against the window, mumbled. “It’s none of your business” she said simply, not even looking at him. Bucky was silent for a while. “Hey. I’m involved. I’m here, driving you, so I’m expecting at least a bit of sincerity” man growled with an annoyance. Emily sighed deeply. “If I will tell you, I’ll have to kill you” her voice was soft as always. Bucky rolled his eyes. They stayed silent till the end of the drive.

After some time, Emily came out of the little building. They were somewhere in a city, car has been parked at the little parking lot as brunette was waiting at her. Bucky was leaning his metal limb on a roof of the car, smoking a cigarette. He heard clicking of her Hugh heels and he turned to her. “Finally"he rolled his eyes.

They both got in the car. He put the key in the ignition and started it up. The loud rumble of the engine began to “PURRRRRRRR”.

He put the window down, turned the music up and they were off to begin their way back to the Complex.

"Wait..” Emily bit her lower lip. “Listen.. I don’t want to go back there. Not yet at least” she dared to gave him a look. Bucky lifted his brow a bit. “What do you mean?” Emily stretched her forearms. “There’s a little cosy pub nearby. C'mon. Let’s have few drinks. I need it. And I bet you do too.”

Bucky wasn’t thinking too long. He agreed on her proposition, only because he also didn’t want to go back to base. The night was still young.

They had a good time together. And Bucky had to admit, that this woman was spinning his head round and round. She even managed to pull him on a little dance floor, where they were swaying into rhythm of a music. Bucky caught himself at grabbing Emily’s hips a bit too roughly in that dance, but girl didn’t seem to mind it.

The drinks began flowing and  the sexual desire for one another became unbearable. They swiftly closed their bar tab and headed back to the black Mustang.

Once they were in the car, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Let’s go have some fun” he said in a low voice. Emily looked hardly into his blue eyes, she bit inside of her cheek, but she gave a nod. They peeled out of the parking lot and drove off into the night. They turned down an old dirt road. He put the stang in first gear and let off the gas.

She then leaned over, unhooked his belt and started to unbutton his pants. She unzipped his pants and pulled out Bucky’s hard dick. She wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck on it. She slid her tongue down the side of his stiff shaft. All the way down to his balls. Up and down… Up and down his cock went down her throat. “Yes, babe that’s it” Bucky moaned loudly. She felt Bucky grabbed a handful of her hair and pull it tight. He pressed down on the back of her head, forcing his dick to slide closer to the back of Emily’s throat. She spit on his cock, making it so wet, then she opened her mouth wider and went back to work.

He yelled. “Yes, baby, yes, don’t stop! Don’t you dare to stop, little bitch!“ She felt his dick pulsating as she moved slowly up to the tip to take in his warm seamen "Oh, fuck!” he grunted and began to erupt his load into her mouth. She smiled as she swallowed his cum, slowly licking corners of her mouth. “You taste good..” she whispered, lifting herself up to kiss him passionately. He could still tasted himself on her rosy lips..

He opened the door and got out. He walked around to her side and opened the door. He got down on his knees, grabbing her legs and pulled them toward him. He pushed her back against the console. Bucky gripped her hips and pulled them closer. He slided up her tight dress and pulled down her lacy panties. Slowly he rubbed his hands up her thighs and forced her legs to open. “Now it’s your turn..” Bucky said as he began to bury his face into her yet wet pussy.

“Oh yes!” Emily moaned as he hit the right spot.   It felt so good to feel his tongue circling around on her clit. He was more than experienced. “Your pussy is so wet” he mumbled between licks. Emily felt how his strong hands were squeezing her breast tightly. She felt as he was sucking on her clit as he sticked two of his fingers into her pussy and thrusted them in and out. “Yes.. Yes.. Right there..” she begged, diving her long fingers into his brown hair. She grabbed the back of his head and forced him to go deeper. Emily’s legs began to shake as she feel her orgasm.

“I want you to cum in my mouth” he asked openly, licking still as viciously as at the beginning. Her whole body became numb as she went through her orgasm and released her hot wet cum all over his face.

Slowly he stopped moving his tongue and began to softly suck on her pussy. He gave her pussy one last kiss as he knew he has satisfied her.

Bucky stood up and took off his shirt and he pulled his cock out of his jeans. He pulled her out the car and ripped off her dress. “Mmm… you have a tattoo..” he moaned into her ear from behind.

Emily had a tattoo in a shape of a wolf between her blade-bones.

Emily felt her ass was pressed against the stang as she was forced against the front of the car. He turned her around and bended her naked body over the top of the hood. Bucky spreader her legs and slowly slided his penis into her tight wet pussy.

“Fuck!” Emily couldn’t help but yelled loudly as soon as he went into her deeper and deeper. His dick felt amazing inside her and she craved more.

“I love your tight pussy” he growled as he squeezed her ass and pounded into her deeper. “You’re fucking hot, slut” he moved his metal arm at her breasts, squeezing them harshly.

She felt his dick throbbing in her as he went faster and faster. She didn’t want him to stop…

He pulled her up and turned her around toward him. He put her on the hood of the car. As she laid down she felt him pulling her ass toward him. She wrapped her legs around him and quenched her thighs tightly.   He grabbed a hold of Emily’s hips and slided his cock back in. “Ahhhh!“ she heard him grunted as he got the whole thing in. Redhead felt like his balls were hitting her ass.

“Harder” she moaned aloud. She didn’t care there was cold outside. She only cared of being fucked harder. Emily felt her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she was nearing her orgasm.

“I want you to cum all over my cock, slut” Bucky’s voice was nothing more than an order. "Yes, soldier” Emily closed her eyes, trying to hold a pleasure back. But she couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Fuck, I’m Cumming!” she cried heavily as she felt her warm cum was gushing onto him.

Bucky started pounding in her harder and deeper. Faster and faster “Babe, I’m gonna cum..” Bucky grabbed her hips  tightly, squeezing them hardly, especially with his metal hand. He rammed it deep in her for one last time before he cum.

Their seductive, erotic, lustful fantasies finally had been fulfilled.

Bucky leaned down and kissed her roughly, pulling her closer by her waist. “You’re so fucking hot, Emily..”

Woman blinked. He used her name.

She felt a blush appeared on her cheeks, so she gently pushed him back and jumped of the hood, grabbing her dress and putting it on as fast as she could.

Bucky also improved himself, he put on his shirt before he turned to face her. Zipping his jeans, he measured her body with lustful glance.

“Bucky..” She swallowed, standing with her back to him. “I.. we shouldn’t..” But she wasn’t able to end her sentence.

Barnes came to her, he took her into his arms and turned her to him, then he leaned down and kissed her beautiful lips. She melted in that kiss. She wanted it to last forever…

It was a new beginning. A new start. For both of them.

Author: Beast