YOU SHALL NOT PASS!|| BUCKY ONE SHOT

“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.”

Like Father Like Daughter || Part I

A/N: Sooo! It is my first attempt to write something longer... And at the same moment it's my first attempt to write something longer from Hannibal fandom. Enjoy!

Words: 1018

Warnings: none.

Author: Cass

She returned to home after long year. Why? Boarding school in France.  Her mother sent her there because of her unhealthy interests in murder and crime. It wasn’t so bad, the problem was that SHE sent her there when she was only 15. She was glad that she was able to come back home many times but she always returned there for her father. Her mother “died” in an “accident” a year after she has been sent there, after that she wanted return home, but father told her to stay and do what she loved to. So she did this and stayed there as long as she only could, she finished school and then started study biology, psychology, criminology. She was 24 now and because of some “stuff” that went wrong, she decided to take small vacations. And there was no better place than father’s house.

She muttered angrily to herself because now she realized that high heels weren’t a good idea. She was walking dressed only in high heels, short black dress, coat and scarf, pulling heavy suitcase behind her. She wanted to look nice, she good knew what was awaiting at house. Fancy dinner just like every time. She loved to watch how he was cooking, he was a real master in this.

She sighed happily when she was standing in front of a door. With a smile she knocked to them and waited.

Young woman could feel happiness in her heart when door were answered by her father. Man smiled at her.

“Arlene, my daughter.” He said and hugged her. Arlene smiled and nuzzled to man, with smile and happiness in her heart.

“Yes, I missed you father.” “I know, sweetheart. Come in. Dinner will be soon read, I will take you suitcase.” He said and woman nodded. She walked inside and looked around, while her father took suitcase to her old room. Home didn’t change that much, some furniture were new but that was all. There was no better place than home. Arlene sat down on a couch and looked around, thinking about last time when she was here.

“Why you returned so suddenly?” Father asked and sat next to her. “I just had to… Some stuff went horrible wrong… I had to ran away from France, I will wait till things get quiet again, then I gonna go back there.” She said and looked at him sadly “I let you down, father… I’m so sorry.” Man only smiled and stroked Arlene’s long black hair.

“You never let me down, you are young. Mistakes are normal.” He said slowly and watched her face. “You know what… Je t'aime.” Woman smiled and nodded “Je t'aime aussi, papa.” He smiled and kissed her forehead “I will be in kitchen.” Man said and left the room.

Arlene sighed and got up from couch, she slowly walked to her father’s desk and looked at many sketches made by him. She picked up and looked at one of them, it was a sketch of building, It was more than beautiful. She smiled when she saw signature of her father in the corner of the paper.

“Hannibal Lecter”

Yes… He was her father and she was his beloved daughter.

Arlene went to the kitchen and smiled at Hannibal.

“I missed you dad…” She said softly and walked to him. He looked at her and smiled.

“I missed you too, So you need to stay for longer time.” Arlene sighed sadly and quickly found wine and glasses.

“Yes… I really don’t want to be a problem, but things in France got really bad. They were too close… I made too many mistakes, dad” she said and poured wine into glasses.

You need a job” he said and took second glass. "Job… Or just something with what I will be busy” she said and took sip of wine. “Wine with special ingredient” Arlene purred “Who this time…” Hannibal smiled.

“Someone got too close to some stuff… I had to take care of this person.” He said.

“So… I think today’s dinner… We gonna eat "with” this person.“ Arlene said looking at him.

"Exactly sweetheart.” Hannibal nodded and took sip of wine.

“About job, I need an assistant. You will be great.”

“Stay close to my beloved father… I will take it.” She said with happiness.

 Later the dinner time has come. There was no better place than home. Maybe Arlene was alone with her father but he was her only real family.

Before sleep Arlene put on short lace nightdress. She sighed softly and looked at herself in a mirror.  She started make braid looking at scares on her body.

Hannibal went to room to check on his daughter. He looked at her and smiled, slowly he walked behind her and put hands on her shoulders.

“Look at yourself… Real perfection and grace…” he said slowly “Even your mother wasn’t so beautiful.”

Arlene smiled and looked at reflection of her father.

“Thank you… But… Can I ask you something?”

Hannibal gently stroked soft skin on Arlene’s arms.

“What is it?”

“I… I will never end up like my mother? You love me too much… I’m too much like you… Right?” She asked.

“Of course… I only couldn’t let her waste such a talent…” he kissed her shoulder. “Now… Don’t think about her anymore. Je t'aime.” Hannibal said slowly.

“Je t'aime aussi, papa.” She said quietly. “Good night and see you tomorrow.”

“Good night sweetheart” he left room.

Arlene sighed softly and shook her head. She went to bed, Arlene slipped into bed. It was big bed, woman wrapped herself in cashmere quilt and nuzzled to pillow. She was laying like this for several minutes before finally feeling asleep.

Hannibal was sitting in his room, sketching. When he reached into drawer in his desk, he found a photo of Arlene’s mother. Man smiled softly.

“Too bad you can’t see her now…” Hannibal said and got up. He slowly walkd to fireplace, “but you would kill such a potential. I couldn’t let you do this.“

Hannibal said and threw old photo into the fire.

The chronicles of the winter || Part X

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

Word Count: 3059

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, strong language, blood and injuries

Author: Beast

A/N: I’m incredibly sorry fellas for a such long delay! I got a lot of stuff to take care of and tbh I wasn’t really into writing Chronicles for some time. But now, with a huge thanks to my lovely lady and my friends, I decided to make this chapter. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I when I was writing it. And here’s what I wanna announce: only two chapters left. Chronicles will have 12 chapters in all. I hope you won’t mind them to be a bit longer then ever before. And for a smut scene, if some of you, my dear readers, would be interested, I was listening to song made by talented polish vocalist, Kasia Moś. I leave here a link to this song, just in case ♥ Enjoy! :)

Steve had been asleep when he heard the heavy footsteps followed by the door opening; at first he thought it might have been Emily, but then he realized there was no way she would ever make that much noise. He had slipped out of bed silently, shield retrieved from the bedside and brought into a defensive position. A million scenarios ran through his head, none of them pleasant, especially once the sharp scent of blood reached him.

To say he'd been surprised when he saw Bucky in the doorway was an understatement. He caught sight of the pistol the soldier held once he pushed the door shut behind him. He's going to shoot me, had been his first line of thought, and not a moment later he felt extremely guilty for immediately jumping to that conclusion. His body had eased a bit the moment the pistol was dropped, his own shield lowering and eventually dropped as well. There was only a moment's hesitation before he edged forward, closing the gap between them. He stopped a few yards away, not wanting to make him feel cornered.

"Bucky?" he spoke softly, tone gentle and light. His heart skipped a beat when the soldier's head lifted and looked to him, but his hope died when he saw his face. His eyes were greyed, dull and empty and so very tired. The second he saw his legs buckle Steve was right there, catching him before he hit the ground. He'd expected him to struggle, to lash out and fight, not to just lie there limp in his grasp. It'd scared him more than when he'd found his throat clasped in that metal hand. The amount of blood covering his friend was terrifying; who knew how much he could spare to lose in his state.

It'd taken him all of two seconds to get the blood-matted hoody off of the assassin, exposing a torn shirt and a devastating wound on his shoulder. He dimly recalled seeing a similar wound on a soldier Bucky had picked off of his back in the war. A sniper in the city was alarming, but not as surprising as he would have liked.

"D-don't do this to me, Buck" Steve was practically begging, fingers numbed with shock pressed against the wound to the soldier's back in a desperate attempt to stem the bleeding. His other arm gently held him up, cradling him against his body as he tried not to dissolve into fearful panic. Is Hydra after him, or is it Robrax?, Steve thought to himself, trying to calm down.

Steve put as much pressure as he dared on the wound, suddenly very conscious of his strength. Bucky looked so delicate like this, and he wasn't sure if the bullet had caused a fracture. “Emily!” Steve yelled. “Em! I need your help!”

Redhead woman stepped into the room and was about to say something, but she only covered her mouth with hands. “Buck…” silent whisper left her mouth as she quickly got to her knees besides him. “Oh God, Steve, what’s with him!?” “He was shot” Captain said simply, looking around. “I need something, like material.. We need to stop the bleeding” he ordered coldly. Girl nodded slightly getting up. She ran to the bathroom and took two towels from the hangers. Minutes seemed like hours, but eventually the bleeding slowed. Steve scarcely cared that his clothes were now stained with it, just relieved that the mortal danger was now diminished. All towels were completely soaked with Bucky’s blood. Captain didn't waste any time trying to bandage the wound. Getting up and leaving him was not an option, not even for a moment, so he cannibalized his own shirt into a makeshift wrapping. He removed the soldier's shirt first and then folded up some of the fabric and pressed it to the injury. The bullet's possible presence in the wound was dimly acknowledged, but he didn't have the skill or tools to safely extract it. He would treat it proper later, but for now his main focus was to keep the bleeding at a minimum. He broke down his shirt into strips of fabric, knotting it together and using it to secure the fabric pad to the wound. “Steve…” Emily was whispering on and on, her soft hand placed on his shoulder. “Oh my God… We can’t lose him.. I can’t..” “Hush” Steve threw her a brief glance, to take care of Bucky’s wound shortly after.

Throughout the rough medical treatment Bucky hadn't so much as twitched. Steve could feel him breathing, and a quick check told him his pulse was stable, but slower than he would have liked. The serum they had injected him with might not as been as effective as his, but it was doing a fine enough job keeping him alive.

"You're doing great, Bucky" Captain was fully aware that he likely couldn't hear him, but it made him feel a little better to encourage him. He was sure he hadn't heard a kind word directed towards him in decades, and the thought made his heart ache. "You're gonna be fine, Buck, I promise. Me and Em will take care of you.." his voice hitched slightly, hands trembling as he gathered the assassin up into his arms.

He considered moving him to the bedroom but decided against it. Instead he placed him carefully on the sofa, onto his left side so that his breathing wouldn't be obstructed and his wound easily reached.

“Emily, can you gather up some medical supplies, some blankets and a clean shirt, you can find it in my bag” blonde man looked at redhead woman. She obeyed. After some moments she came to the little living room and handled stuff to Steve. Then Steve hit the light switch. A small lamp flickered on, and the scene it revealed drew the blood from his face. The floor was smeared with so much crimson that he doubted the stains would ever lift. His spare key was abandoned on the floor, near the pistol that Bucky had dropped earlier. The ruined clothes he'd removed still lay on the floor next to the towels; he'd be sure to dispose of them carefully. If Hydra really was who had hurt him, then they would no doubt be looking for any sign of him. The light cast a horrible realization of just how awful Bucky looked as well. Now without his shirt, Steve could see every little bruise, every wound that covered the assassin. His stomach turned in disgusted horror at the painful past each scar, each little mark told. Old injuries from knives, bullets and who knew what else were etched into his skin, telling a history devoid of peace and filled with violence. 

A washcloth was produced along with a bottle of disinfectant, wetting the fabric with it before he went to work on some of the smaller wounds. He was silently thankful for his unconsciousness, as he was sure there would be no way to do this had he been fully awake.

The soldier twitched slightly under his fingers as he worked on an old, infected wound on his side, curling into himself before letting out a pained whine. The former SHIELD agent hesitated at that, unsure if he should continue. If he was feeling the disinfectant that meant he had to be regaining consciousness. If he woke up with him hovering over him, covered in his blood and with no memory of how he got there, well, Steve wouldn't blame him in the slightest if he lashed out. He bit his lip, thinking for another moment, before he continued to clean the wound, taking care to be a bit gentler.

"It's okay, Buck, I promise…" he tried to soothe, even if he couldn't hear him yet. "You're safe, you're safe, you're safe…" he repeated it like a mantra as he finished with the wound, placing a pad of gauze over it and securing it with a little medical tape. He didn't dare touch the bullet wound now that he was capable of feeling pain, and he was also rather sure he'd need specialized help with it.

Blood has been cleaned away, Steve dried his hands.

Emily was sitting next to Bucky, holding his hand and stroking it gently. “It’s them, right?” she asked simply, not paying an attention to look at Steve. “Hydra?” He cleared his throat, living the room. “Probably.”

 Steve went to the little cluttered kitchen and he opened a fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. He reentered the room and unscrewed the bottle.

“We need to keep him hydrated” he mumbled, getting on his knees next to the sofa.

Emily took the bottle and slowly lifted Bucky’s head up. Then she carefully helped him to take a simple sip, then another and another.

“What’re we going to do now, Cap?” she asked, her long red hair has fallen on her face.

“I don’t know… I don’t know…” he sighed sadly, rubbing over his temples. “But it seems we are not safe also. If they had attacked their OWN SOLDIER, it means they won’t have any problems to try to kill us either” he shrugged slightly.

Emily nodded in silence, still stroking Bucky’s palm.

“I knew.. From the very beginning.. That it will end like this. I hadn’t any other choice, Steve” she whispered and her voice turned into little weeping. “I had to join them… I HAD TO..”

Steve got up from the floor, putting hands at her shoulders.

“No one of us had” man muttered.

Two days had passed very quickly.

It was a really rough time for Steve and Emily, because they had to look after Bucky and look for a safe hiding place at the same time.

Emily was spending her time with former assassin while Steve was looking for a good place and transport.

And he managed to found something.

From the outside this house looked old, but wonderful. It has been built with cypress wood and has walnut wood decorations. Small, squared windows have been added to the house in a mostly asymmetric way. The house was equipped with a large kitchen and one bathroom, it also had a comfortable living room, two bedrooms, a small dining area and a roomy garage. The building was square shaped. The house was fully surrounded by overgrown wooden overhanging panels. The second floor was smaller than the first, which, in combination with its placement, creates an original look. The roof was high and slanted to one side and is covered with black roof tiles. A few large windows let in just enough light to the rooms below the roof. The house itself was surrounded by a modest garden, with mostly grass and a few small trees. It was a perfect place to stay for a while until Bucky’s wounds will be healed, and Steve’s too.

Emily was slowly getting ready to take a bath.

Looking at her pale, slim body covered with a shirt and fitted leggins, she felt a mix of sadness and distaste. She hated herself for things she had done to people. “I hate you” she whispered toward her reflection in the mirror. “I want you to die, tæve.”

Suddenly she heard the door being opened and shut quickly. Her heart beat faster as she could hear steps crossing the corner. She wanted it for so long… And she couldn’t deny it. Since the day she helped him with his wounds, she was craving him. So badly.

As she finally saw Steve’s smirking face, she let out a loud gasp. “You shouldn’t be in h..” “Shut up” he interrupted her by pushing her against the wall and locking his lips with hers. He could feel her resist at first, but he used his tongue to open Emily’s lips which was when she gave in and kissed him back. They were kissing each other hard now as his hand squeezed her boobs hard. After some time, he finally let her breathe. Still gasping for air, she stuttered. “W-what are you doing?.. What are WE doing, Steve..” He grinned at her and gave her a soft kiss while taking off her leggins. “Taking what’s mine, baby.” He slipped her shirt over her head and threw it on aside, where it’s quickly been joined by his own shirt. She was still leaning against the wall, still a little hesitant but definitely turned on as Steve can tell from her glowing cheeks and her rushing eyes. “Steve…” she bit her lower lip, looking hardly into his eyes.

She good knew it was one of the moments, when he wasn’t himself at all. Now he was Captain Hydra, not kind and polite Steve Rogers. Sometimes it was just like this, that he was loosing his personality for several minutes or a bit longer. And he was turning into a mess. She hated such moments, but she had to deal with it. And now, with that thick sexual tension in between them, she wasn’t even about to complain. Because she wanted him. She wanted Steve to fuck her senseless until she would be begging him to stop. She simply needed that. He grabbed her hand and guided it down his abs into his boxers. As she felt his hard cock, she let out a loud gasp and pull hand back quickly, but immediately regaining her confidence, she slided hand down again and firmly grab his cock. She noticed just now that he had undone her bra while he began to tease her hard nipples with his warm tongue, circling around and flicking against them. She began to stroke his cock slowly, as she looked into his eyes, mumbling. “We should stop, what if HE come in here?” He laughed quietly, quickly shove his hand into her lacy panties and thrust two fingers into her already soaking wet pussy. As she started to moan loudly, Steve immediately covered her mouth with his other hand and whispered into her ear. “Can you shut the fuck up now, baby? Unless you want Bucky to catch us now.”

He slipped Emily’s leggins off and turned her around, pushing her front against the cold tiles before slapping her ass and rubbing her wet pussy from behind. Steve saw that she was dripping down her leg, so he kneeled down behind her and start kissing his way up her inner thighs, licking up every single drop on the way. Having reached the top, he circled his tongue around the outline of her little pussy, causing even more wetness. Steve could feel Emily’s body shivered as he started eating her out. He digged his tongue deep into her and moved it up and down slowly but firmly. Simultaneously, his thumb rubbed across her clit, as he heard multiple soft moans escaping her mouth. “Steve, I’m gonna cum.. she moaned. He stopped licking immediately and came back up to her face. “No. You’re gonna cum when I want you to, understand?” She suddenly looked worried. “He must be wondering where I Am.” Steve slapped her ass and shoved her against the wall hard. “You should be worrying about me, nothing else. I’m gonna fuck you now and you’re gonna be a good girl.”

He took off his pants and threw them into the corner. As Emily took his cock into her hand and started to get on her knees, he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her back up, holding her face right in front of his. “None of this bullshit, baby.” He pushed her into the corner between the cold tile wall and a sink and lifted up one of her legs. Steve stood in front of her and quickly pushed his hard cock into her dripping pussy without wasting any time. Emily’s arms locked around his back and as he started thrusting himself into her, her nails digged into his butt, causing him to thrust even faster. As a loud moan tried to escape her mouth again, Captain quickly suffocated it by kissing her hard. He could feel her body losing control with every increase of pace. All her sense was his scent, his sweaty, muscular body pushing against hers, his throbbing cock pounding and stretching her tight little pussy, hitting her inner walls. Steve covered her mouth once more as her moans turned into screams. He felt her body shivered, then clenched hard around his cock for a second before shaking uncontrollably again as she bit one of his fingers that was covering her mouth. Steve pulled out his hard cock and once again Emily tried to get on her knees to make him cum with her mouth but she almost fell over, still having very little control of her own body. He grabbed her quickly and picked her up. “Did I say we’re done?” She looked a little scared as she saw the burning hunger in Steve’s eyes. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the sink, bending her over the counter. He slapped her butt hard, before he shoved his thick cock into her again from behind. This time was much quicker. Steve immediately started to pounding as hard as he only could, while pulling her head up by her hair so she could see him fucking her in the mirror. After roughly several seconds, he felt the familiar shivering and clenching, this time causing him to cum inside her pumping pussy as well. “FUCK, STEVE!” she couldn’t hold it any longer and screamed Steve’s name loudly, not caring if Bucky will hear it. Steve waited till he felt that every drop of his cum has been shot into her, then he pulled out his cock. He turned her around, kissed her hard one last time and smiled. “Good, baby. Now I know what Bucky meant telling me you’re the rapture” blonde man rushed to put his clothes back on, then he simply left the bathroom, fastening his belt, leaving Emily shaking and naked. Trembling all over her sweaty body, she looked after him, then she quickly closed the door to bathroom and got under the shower. She felt his semen dripping down her thighs. Emily allowed the cold water to stimulate her mind and body, pulling her out of the blissful lethargy after a fulfillment in arms of Captain Rogers.

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.

Even Heaven Cries || Prologue

Word Count: 440

Warnings: none

Author: Rouge

He didn’t remember much.

He was certain of only one thing: he needed to find him. He had to find Bucky…

His injuries had healed, leaving little else but faint silvery scars where the bullets and metal hand had bitten into him. The serum’s boost to his immune system had saved him from an infection from the contaminated water, and mended the injuries quickly enough.

They could take everything he had. They could break everything he was. But still he would be rising from the ground, because he had a reason. Bucky….

 Steve stayed in his apartment in Washington only because firstly, he had to prepare everything. And secondly, he knew where does Steve live…

 He knew that search for his friend won’t be easy.

Bucky was an assassin and for sure he had his own ways to disappear when he only wanted to.

Sometimes Steve had an impression that someone was visiting his apartment during his absence. He wasn’t sure if that really happened, or if his own desperate hope was playing tricks on him. Steve could swore that sometimes he would return home to find something off; a paper on his desk moved a half-inch to the left, some drops of water by the sink, the blanket on the couch folded a bit differently than he remembered, and, most alarmingly, a single, minuscule drop of blood he’d found on the windowsill. He told himself it had to be Bucky, that he knew where he lived and could easily sneak in.

It sounded absurd even to him, but there was a tiny bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d wake up one day to find his friend at the door. A foolish hope, he knew it, but optimism was one thing that he never could quite shake. So he was leaving his window unlocked anyway, just in case he wasn’t as delusional as he feared.

 For most of the time, he just needed to be alone, to try and find Bucky on his own. He knew he was out there, somewhere, and he was determined to find him. 

Steve was, of course, esteeming the presence of Sam, who was trying to help him as much as he only could, but mostly Rogers preferred to work alone.

 He won't just conform, no matter how they shake his core.

He needed to fulfill his own vendetta. He had sworn to himself, that he will find everyone, who ever dared to put hands on Bucky.

They devastated his friend. His pal. His buddy. HIS BUCKY…

Victory was in his veins. He simply knew it.

And now revenge was about to begin.

THE LAST DANCE – SEBASTIAN STAN X READER SMUT ONE SHOT

Summary: Sebastian Stan takes dance lessons. He wants to impress his beloved woman (reader). One day he comes back home really late. His girlfriend awaits, really angry that he's late again. She asks him to show her what he had taught at lessons, so he agrees. It ends in obvious way...

Word Count: 1999

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Author: Beast

You were mad.

You were full of anger.

It wasn't first time when he was late.

You looked at the clock. Half past ten p.m.

“Dammit, Sebastian” you sighed under your breath.

 Dressed in a well-fitted cobalt dress reaching to your knees and dark high heels you took a seat on the leather couch, crossing your legs nicely. You checked your phone, but there was nothing. No messages, no calls.

 You rolled your eyes and got up. You decided to walk out at the balcony with a spectacular view at the suburbs. You put hands on the balustrade and took a deep breath with a fresh, cold air.

The building was located on a hill.

From the outside this house looked intimate and cozy. It has been built with spruce wood and had red pine wooden decorations. Small, rounded windows let in plenty of light and have been added to the house in a fairly asymmetrical pattern.

The house was equipped with a large kitchen and two bathrooms, it also had a spacious living room, four bedrooms, a small dining room and a large garage.

The building was fairly rounded in shape. The house was half surrounded by stylish gardens.

The second floor was bigger than the first, which created a stylish overhang around half the house.

The roof was low, triangular, but one side was longer than the other and was covered with red roof tiles. Two large chimneys sat at either side of the house. Several small windows let in just enough light to the rooms below the roof.

The house itself was surrounded by a gorgeous garden, including various trees, bushes, flowers and a large pond.

 Finally, at 11 p.m., you've heard a keys in a lock.

You improved your dress and went to the living room, where you decided to wait at him.

 Sebastian walked in, with a smile, panting. He was holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

“I'm terribly sorry, Y/N, I know, I know, I'm late again..” he said and gave you his best smile. “This is for you” brunette handled the bouquet to you.

 You took it into your hands, but you shook your head slightly.

“Sebastian... You always say the same. That this is the last time..” you sighed sadly. “I was waiting with a dinner.”

You looked down at the roses. “Thank you, they are beautiful. You know what I like, but it doesn't change a fact I'm disappointed once again.”

 He nodded and walked after you to the kitchen, where you put flowers to a vase.

He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“You know that I am really sorry, Y/N” he whispered into your ear before he kissed your nape.

“Yes” you reached your free hand back and stroked over his unshaven cheek. “But you need to understand, that I'm missing you everytime we're apart.”

 Sebastian sighed deeply again and forced you to turn back to face him.

“Y/N, please, darling...” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips, but you gently pushed him away.

“No, Seb. No..” with agile movement you slipped out of his arms and walked back to the living room. “Tell me.. Where have you been? What has stopped you for so long, huh?” you crossed your hands over your chest, standing with your back to him.

 You heard he also entered the room.

“I was at the dance lesson, I've been telling you about it” his voice was strong, but calm at the same moment.

You snorted.

“Ha! I bet you were trained by some... saxy, young instructor!” you shook your head slightly.

 Suddenly, you heard his laughter.

“What's so funny, Seb?!” you immediately turned around to him.

“You're nothing but jealous” Sebastian was leaning his back against the door frame casually, his hands were crossed over his chest. “I knew it! Gotcha, Y/N.”

 You felt like redness approached your cheeks.

“I... No! It's not that, Seb!” you turned around and left the room, taking a direction to the balcony. He followed you.

 You took a deep breath as you walked at the fresh air, trying to relax.

You felt his strong rough hands on your bare shoulders.

“You know that there's no one else in my life but you” he whispered into your ear.

You shivered at the timbre of his voice.

“Yea...” you muttered quietly, feeling his hand moved up to your left cheek.

He forced you to turn your head to him.

“I love you, Y/N” he said firmly, then he kissed your lips.

 You almost melted into the kiss, but you put hands at his chest and gently pushed back.

“Stop it for now. Okay. Show me what did you learn then” you asked, rising your eyebrow up.

He blinked.

“What..?” Sebastian asked with a hesitation.

“You heard what I said” you smired rudely. “C'mon, Seb.”

 He was hesitating for a moment. But he gave a slight nod and grabbed your hand. He pulled you back to the living room.

“Like you wish, honey” he smiled.

 Sebastian turned on the radio.

He had a good luck, on the radio there was a song called Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen.

You couldn't help but giggle a bit.

 Sebastian approached you and he put his hands on your waist.

“Put your hands on my shoulders” he advised.

You did as he was asking for.

He made the distinctive hip movement.

“It's called Cuban Motion.. Or something like that” he laughed shortly so did you. “Try to do it.”

 You tried your best to repeat his movements.

“Yes, that's it, Y/N!” Sebastian smirked proudly.

 After few minutes, you both were dancing, embracing each other tightly, with a swing in your hips.

“It's called the dance of love” he murmured against your lips while his hands were moved slowly at your butt.

“SEB!” you whimpered quietly, but you didn't protest any further.

 He leaned down to you and kissed you as passionately as he could.

When he stopped, you looked into his eyes to see a little sparkles of lust in them.

“I missed you..” you whispered.

“Me too, babe..” he said, panting a bit.

Without any more words, he took you into his arms and picked you up.

You whimpered but let him to do it. You wrapped legs around his hips to support yourself from falling.

 He laid you on the couch, pinning you down.

You felt a few kisses peck at your shoulders, moving up to your neck. You moaned softly and turned your head to the other side giving Sebastian more access. He sucked a hickey on the base of your neck and gently caressed it with his tongue. You felt his hand grip the material of your dress and pull it past your stomach, before running his hands over the exposed skin. Your abdomen contracts at his touch making you gasp as he continues to abuse your neck.

He asked you to lean up a bit, so he unzipped your dress and helped you to pull it over your head and tossing it aside.  

He brought his lips to yours and kissed you passionately while bringing his hands up to massage your bare chest. He coaxed your mouth open by licking your bottom lip and slid in his tongue with ease. Your hand cupped his face and the other entangled into his hair as the kiss became more heated.

Sebastian broke away and you gasped for air. His tongue trailed down to your jaw and neck before stopping at your taut nipple. He pressed down and sucked while his hand continued to knead your other mound. Your chest lifted from the bed as your breathing deepened at the pleasure he was giving you. He released your breast from his lips and latched onto the other and continued his actions.

When he was satisfied with the pink marks on your chest he then dragged his tongue down to your stomach, leaving a wet trail on your torso. Sebastian’s hands pulled down your panties in one swift movement and you were left naked and breathless under him. Your thighs instinctively spread and he rested comfortably between them and began kissing your stomach and rubbing circles on your waist with his thumb.

Sebastian moved down to face your now dripping core. He smirked and looked up at you before saying “So wet already baby?” You bit your lip in slight embarrassment and shifted your eyes away from his gaze. He chuckled quietly and placed his warm hands on your thighs, running them up and down. You whimpered as you felt his tongue push against your clit and flick it across your bud. Your hand moved down your body to grip his soft locks as he slowly swirled his tongue around and lightly sucked on the sensitive area.

“Seb... Yes...” you moaned into the air. He continued to alternate between long, tender licks and sharp flicking movements which brought you closer to the edge. He moved his tongue to your dripping entrance and he pushed it inside, flicking it against your soft core. You were moaning louder and louder, his name mixed in with your pleas to continue his actions. He rubbed your clit with his thumb as he continued to move his tongue in and out of you. “I need ya..” you moaned quietly, tugging on his hair gently. Sebastian lifted, kissing his way up your body. Your impatient hands undone his belt and he helped you to unzipped his fly. Brunette quickly took off his pants and shirt. He pressed his lips to yours as he pushed the tip of his dick inside you gently, the whimper you let out made his arms quiver at either side of your head, and you held onto the side of his face so you could kiss him even deeper, while he filled you further and further. “That's sooo good” you moaned, parting your lips and closing your eyes. He started off slower than usual, moaning low, and drawing equally as blissful sounds from you as you closed your eyes, and he watched your lips fall open and your chest rise as you arched back. “So beautiful” he got out, attaching his mouth to your exposed neck and tending to the flesh yours, making you rise your hips up to meet his steady thrust, and causing him to grunt out a curse. You picked up the pace, bodies moving together, gripping each other hard and in no rush for it to end. But you felt that knot start in your stomach, and your lower half began to tense, your nails in his forearm told him you were close and he was glad. Sebastian started thrusting with more vigorously, pushing one of her knees down flush to the couch so he could hit the deepest angle. “Oh, Seb!” you moaned, tossing your head back. Your cries of heightened pleasure filled the room and the sounds made him hot with satisfaction. Close himself, he let out a loud groan of pleasure when you tensed, then began to spasm around him, legs shaking, back arching. “I love you, I love you” you repeated, breathlessly, holding onto his face while he pushed on to his own release, so you could watch when he spilled into you. “FUCK” Sebastian swore when he came, brow furrowing, mouth falling open as he filled you up, making you whimper with approval. “Jesus” his arms gave up, and he fell onto you resting his head on your chest while you both breathlessly tried to come to your senses. You stroked his back dazedly, feeling him still inside you until he was ready to pull out and collapse onto his back beside you. Exhausted, he pulled you over for a long kiss, holding on to the side of your face and stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. “I love you..” you whispered nuzzling to his chest. “I love you too, Y/N” Sebastian smiled, looking deeply into your eyes.

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