Imagine: Taking Care Of Matt.

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

My little treasure || Part I

Teaser

WORD COUNT: 1261

WARNINGS: none

AUTHOR: Cass

Bucky was washing plates after dinner when He heard doorbell. He wiped his hands and walked to door. In open door Bucky saw young boy. It was Grant.

He literally was a mini version of Steve.

He was Just a short blue eyed boy with short blond hair, He was really skinny, just like Steve before serum. He was holding his strap from bag tight in his hands Bucky liked this boy, He wasn’t so bad but He really wasn’t happy to see him. “Morning Mr. Barnes… Is Andrea home? I want her to go on a walk with me.” Grant asked softly, trying to look over Bucky’s shoulder, looking for Andrea

Bucky raised an eyebrow Now He really didn’t liked it. “Yeah… Sure… She is in her room… I will call her. Come in and wait in living room.” Boy nodded and slowly went to living room. Grant knew Bucky very well, He was his father’s best friend but Bucky still was scary. Big guy with metal arm. Bucky walked to stairs “Andrea! Someone’s here to met with you.” He yelled and returned to kitchen.

Andrea slowly walked downstairs and blinked looking at Grant  “Grant!” She yelled happily and ran to him quickly. Grant smiled and hugged her tight “Hey, I heard you are sick… what happen? Are you okay… I’m worried now.”

Andrea smiled “Don’t everything is fine… I mean… Nightmares… they are back…. And… I’m scared.” She said sadly and nuzzled to him.

Grant sighed and hugged her really tight and stroked her back “Everything will be fine… Maybe we should go on a walk? It will be good for you.” He said and looked at her.

Andrea nodded softly and looked at him “Daddy?! Can I go on a walk?

Bucky looked out from kitchen and nodded looking at Andrea “Sure sweetheart.” He said and looked at Grant frowning. Andrea walked to Bucky and kissed his cheek “Thanks dad.” She said and then grabbed Grant’s hand and pulled him behind herself.

In park, Andrea sat on grass and sighed softly looking at the sky “You know… sometime… I wish I could be normal…” She said quietly and looked at Grant. He sat next to her “Andrea… you are normal.” Andrea smile and looked at her metal hand “Look at it… metal hand, who normal have hand like this? I’m a freak… I feel like… the worst one..” Grant blinked “Hey… and how I should feel? Look at me.” He smiled at her “I’m Sickly, skinny, weak and My father is Captain America! The guy that is as big as your dad, I look like my dad on his old photos… For me you are just unique, you aren’t weird, scary or anything… just unique.” He said and took her metal hand in his.

Andrea smiled and hugged to him “Thank you.” “You are welcome, now let’s go home, it’s getting late.” Grant said and got up, Andrea followed him slowly. During their way home They me group of girls that were always bullying Andrea.

“Hey There weirdo! Oooh! Look girls! one freak found another one. Is he your boyfriend Freak?!” Leader of group asked looking at Grant. Andrea quickly hide her hand and looked down scared “I asked you something freak!” Girl yelled at Andrea “Hey! Leve her alone!” Grant growled.

Girl smiled “Oooohh… look He is a hero now. Come on girls, let’s show him how it ends when you protect a freak with metal hand.” Girl said and She and her friends attacked. Andrea tried help him but girls without problem pushed her away.

After few minutes girls laughed “Let’s go girls… they got their lesson. Better don’t try tell anyone.” Leader of group said to Andrea and they all left.

Andrea quickly ran to Grant  “Oh my god Grant…” She said quietly and took his face in her hands “Oh my god… you look terrible… let’s go… We will help you in home.” Andrea helped Grant got up and took him home.

Bucky looked at them “What the Fu…. Heck happened to him?” He asked when Andrea helped Grant sat on couch “Just… just help him dad… please…” Andrea said and quickly went to find first aid kit. She brought it to her father.

Bucky sighed and started take care of every scratch. Bucky sighed sadly, it was like past. Well, it wasn’t Steve… but Grant looked just like his father especially now. After few Bucky looked at Grant “Okay…. I did as much as I could.” Bucky got up from couch and walked to Andrea.

“Thank you, Mr Barnes… but you really didn’t had to.” Grant said and slowly got up.

Bucky smiled and ruffled Andrea’s hair “Let’s take your hero home, I’m sure his dad and mom are worried.”

Grant sighed sadly and nodded slowly “You are right Sir.”

Bucky took both kids to car and took them to Steve home.

It was small white house, Steve was sitting on porch, waiting at his son to return home because it was getting late.

Woman walked to him and rubbed his shoulder. It was his wife. Beautiful, blue eyed young woman with short blond hair “He is with Andrea… I’m sure Bucky will bring him home.” She said softly to Steve

“Martha… I don’t care. You good know what I think about her… Maybe Bucky isn’t Winter soldier anymore… but She can be. We don’t know what they…” Steve stopped talk when he heard Bucky’s car.

He quickly got up form chair and went to. He froze when he saw Grant “What the hell Barnes! What you little monster did to him?!” He yelled. Bucky frowned and looked at Steve, hiding Andrea behind himself.

“Dad… Don’t. She did nothing.” Grant said.

“I don’t care… I good know you gonna protect your ‘Friend’. Go home now, Martha… take care of him.” He growled and looked at his wife.

Grant quickly went to his mother “Mom… it’s not her fault… The girls… I was protecting her.” Grant said. Woman nodded “I’m sure you were… let’s go home…” She said and took boy inside.

“I hope you are proud of your girl Barnes.” Steve said frowning

“She did nothing…” Bucky muttered looking at Steve.

“Oh really… look at Grand… You saw what happened? Maybe she is lying to you and Grant protect… this… little child of Hydra.” Steve said pointing toward girl.

Bucky frowned and grabbed Steve’s hand “Don’t you dare…. Call her that.” Bucky growled.

“Or what…. She gonna hurt me with this little metal hand?” Then Steve could feel how cold metal hit him right into stomach. Steve fell onto his knees holding his stomach tight.

“Not her metal hand… but my, Rogers.” Bucky said “You think you are better? You changed a lot… and not in good meaning.” Man picked up girl and sighed “I know that She didn’t did anything bad… She is my girls.” Bucky smiled and looked at Steve over his shoulder “If for you she is still a child of Hydra… than I’m still The Winter Soldier for you. Till the end of the line…” Bucky laughed “I think our line ends here, pal.”

Bucky sat girl on her seat in car and then took driver seat and drove away.

Steve growled when he got up “Fucker…” He muttered and went back inside.

After few minutes Andrea looked at Bucky form the back seat

“Dad…” She asked quietly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Bucky asked and looked at his daughter in the mirror.

“Who Am I…?” Andrea looked at him in the mirror.

The last goodbye || Bucky Barnes One Shot.

Word Count: 1290

Warnings: sadness, character’s death.

Author: Beast

"... Y/N, please, you good know I need to be there."

And as always his voice was lovingly but yet firm. You raised your head up, looking at your reflection in a mirror. You were in a bathroom, trying to gather yourself back in a row. Your eyes were hurting from crying, your cheeks were swollen. You hated it. Everytime when you have to be left alone in a house, you were turning into a mess, trying to stop him by all costs. But he never let you to do it. You knew he loved you the most, like no one else on this world. But he was a soldier and he also loved his country and was always serving for its safety.

"C'mon doll, I don't wanna say goodbye in that way."

Obviously he didn't want. You were his princess. His everything. And he was suffering just like you when you both were torn apart, at the two ends of the Word

You splashed your face with a cold water, then you dried yourself with a towel. Before you had left the bathroom, you took few small breaths.

And he was still there, just like you had left him.

Standing in the middle of a living room, dressed in a black combat pants, black combat boots and that stunning dark blue coat with two rows of buttons.

You sighed sadly. "Please.. Listen to me, James.." it was one of that little moments when you were calling him by his name.

He tried to not show a kind of a confusion which was crawling on his face, but he failed. "Y/N, really, do you trust me?" he asked. You nodded without a hesitation. "I do."

Bucky took few steps towards you and as he stopped few centimeters from you, he reached his hands and took your face in them. "So now listen to me carefully, doll" brunette asked Simple

You nodded slightly, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

"You are the most important person in my entire life. I love you more than anything else. My love towards you is unconditional, you know it. But I'm a soldier, Y/N. I'm obligated to serve for my country. And nothing and no one can change it, doll. I know you're scared. So am I, but it's my duty and I have to follow orders" he slowly swallowed, sighing shortly after. "I will be back soon, doll face" his thumbs were slowly stroking your cheeks while he was talking to you.

You let out a quiet whimper and put your hands on tops of his rough palms.

"I know, James." And you knew. He was a good man and he loved his country. And you couldn't just say "no." It would be too hard for him to leave when you two would be resentful at each other.

You took a deep breath and stroked over blue material at his shoulders. "Be careful, tiger. Get 'em and come back to me.." you clenched your fingers at material of his coat, closing eyes for a second to hide tears.

He leaned down to you and kissed slowly each of your eyelids. Then he hugged you tightly to his chest and you both were standing like this, listening to each other's heartbeats.

Bucky finally kissed the top of your head and he said how much he loves you once again, before he took his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. Then he left your house, stopping for a second to give you a look.

"You're my everything. No matter how far I am, I am always thinking of you. And I will always love you and protect you, no matter what.." he said before he left, quietly closing the door behind him.

You quickly went to the kitchen and you shifted a curtain aside to look after him.

He put his backpack to a trunk of a huge Jeep and before he got in, Bucky turned around and looked at you once again.

You put your hand on your chest, waving at him with second one. He waved back and blew you a kiss.

And after that he was all alone with the other guys from his unit. Guns, gear, and sadness everywhere. The reality of the separation was quickly becoming real and the six months in front of him before he would be home again seemed like an eternity.

Bucky was sitting at the backseat. His hand wandered to the pocket of his jacket. He blinked and he pulled out a silver necklace with a pendant. Bucky opened it and he smiled softly. He was looking at your little picture, it was taken by him on your first common anniversary. Bucky sighed and put necklace on his neck. "I love you, Y/N" he mumbled under his breath, looking through the window.

Five weeks later you heard a knocking to the door. You got up from the couch and walked to open the door.

You held your breath back when you spotted Steve Rogers. "S.... Steve..?" you asked with trembling voice. "Morning, Y/N..." he whispered, crumpling his hat in his hands.

You were observing him with wide opened eyes. "Steve..." you leaned your hand against the door frame. "It's about Bucky.." his voice was a mixture of fear and sadness. "We.. There was an accident during our operation... I... I couldn't do anything else.." Rogers was stammering. "Steve.. Come in, we won't be talking in the open door" you moved aside, making a space for him.

Steve entered your house with a hesitation. You led him to the small living room, where he took a place on the leather couch. You sat down next to him, your heart was pounding in your chest. "Steve.. Just tell me what had happened.." you asked him, putting your hand on his shoulder. "No matter what you're gonna say, I'm gonna take it.."

He hesitated for few long moments which seemed to be an eternity to you.

"There was an accident.. We were chasing Hydra.. We were in a train, a fight had started..." Steve was fretful while he was talking.

You felt like your body started to tremble. "Where is James..?" you simply asked.

"He fell off the train.. I am so sorry, Y/N... I am so so sorry..."

You automatically covered your mouth with both hands and second later your started sobbing loudly. "Oh my God... Oh my God!!" you yelled with all your might.

Steve wasn't waiting, he slowly wrapped his arms around you, taking you in a hug.

"It is hard for me too, Y/N... I know... Hush... I know.." he was whispering, stroking over your trembling back.

"God... Steve! I won't rub along without him!" you were crying loudly. "Shh... You won't be alone with that.. I promised him if something will happen I will take care of you.." Steve was rocking you in his strong arms, calming you down. "Everything's gonna be alright.."

Three days later there was a funeral. A symbolical one, because Bucky's body hasn't been found. His coffin was wrapped in American flag.

Steve was standing next to you, trying to give you as much support as he only could.

Later, after the ceremony, Steve walked back to the car, you asked him for a few moments alone.

Walking in the direction the main gate of the cemetery, you were thinking of events from last few days. And about your last talk with Bucky.

You stopped for a while at the little knoll and you turned around to look at the grave of James. You sighed sadly, wiping the single tear from your cheek.

"Always, James. I will always have you in my heart. Rest in peace, my love.."

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.

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

Like Father Like Daughter || Part II

Words: 1485

Warnings: blood

Author: Cass

Arlene has been waken up by sunrays.  She growled softly, slowly got up and walked to her suitcase and sighed. “Why I didn’t unpack it yesterday…” She smiled softly and quickly found grey shirt and black skirt. “This will be perfect” Arlene said and put things onto armchair. Then she grabbed her dressing-gown and went downstairs. “Do you ever sleep?” She asked and smiled looking at her father.

“I had to get up earlier … Bigger breakfast.” He smiled.

Arlene nodded “Dad… Can I get a hug?” She asked quietly.

Hannibal looked at her and walked to her, he slowly took her into his arms. “Something’s wrong…?” He asked and looked at her, stroking her cheek.

“Nothing… I just. I missed you dad.” She said and smiled at him.

Hannibal smiled back and kissed her forehead “I missed you too. I’m glad that my Sanglante Dame wasn’t caught by Police.”

She nodded “Yea… Someone got too close to me… I thought that it will be good to be with Police man… I thought I will have easier access to info… I will know when I will be able to work and when I need to stay quiet.”

“He got too close?” Hannibal asked.

Arlene only nodded “Yea… I was able to manipulate him…. He killed himself and I moved out.” She said.

Hannibal smiled and kissed her head “I’m proud.” He said.  Arlene smiled “I will go and wait at breakfast.” Woman said and walked to the table.

After breakfast Arlene went to take shower, she brushed her hair and put on clothes that she prepared earlier, she also put on black high hills and glasses. Then she walked to her father. “I think you will be big distraction for my patients.” He smiled. “Don’t worry dad. It will be fine.” She giggled “Can we go?”

He nodded “Let’s go.”

Arlene took her bag and followed her father.

Arlene walked inside office. Ohhh… How she missed this place. Every small part of it. She could remember times when her father was showing her his sketches… They were really brutal like for 12 years old girl.  She remembered days that she spent here with Hannibal. She walked along the wall looking at paintings that she saw few years ago. Place didn’t change and it was good. In this one room… There was too many of her memories.

Arlene put her bag down and sighed softly “So… I better go and look at papers.” She said, still looking around.

“Just be quick. I want to have you by my side when patient will come.” Hannibal said.

Arlene blinked “I’m sorry I though..” “You will be my assistant. You will be close to me whole time. Patients trust me… So they gonna trust my daughter.” Man smiled and Arlene nodded slowly “Okay… Sounds great.”

Arlene looked at papers, many cases were interesting. She didn’t knew why but only one name coughed her attention. “Will Graham”. Arlene even didn’t start read when she heard knocking, she got up from her place and went to open doors.

Man looked confused “Um… Doctor Lecter… Is He here?”

“Yes I’m.” He said and smiled at man softly.

Man walked inside “Good… Who’s this young lady?”

“This is my daughter. I hope you don’t mind her being here. She is my assistant, She is studying and I want her to get as much experience as it’s possible.” Hannibal explained and Arlene smiled at man.

“Oh… No… No. If this only will help this beautiful young lady then I can accept this. If she took your path it means she is worth my trust. Like father like daughter.” Man said happily.

Hannibal smiled and nodded “Let’s start.”

Rest of the day was the same. People were coming and leaving. Some of them had normal problems, some were psychopaths in some points.  Arlene really enjoyed this. She was sitting on couch and listening… Learning about all of those sick minds.  She had her notebook in hands. Writing down every important thing for her observation. Patient after patient… She was listening to the sounds of their voices, she watched their movements, their faces, but the most important she listened and watched Hannibal. Studying his every word and move.

After many hours Arlene finally said goodbye to last person “Good night and see you next time.” She said politely.

“Tired?” Hannibal asked and looked at her from his desk.

“Not really. It was… Interesting. Too bad that this day is over… I could...”  Arlene was cut off by door.

Someone just walked inside. It was man, not too tall. He had dark curly hair and glasses.

“Hannibal I thought I won’t catch you… Who’s that…?” He asked looking at Arlene “Are you busy?”

“No, It’s my daughter.” He said looking at man.

“You… You have daughter?” Man asked, looking really confused.

“There is many things you don’t know about me, Will. Sweetheart please go close main door and come back here.” Hannibal looked at Arlene.

Arlene nodded and went to do what he asked her to. Now she could recognize that name, she saw it in papers this morning. Arlene had to admit, he was interesting as a patient… And he was handsome.

She returned back inside and slowly walked to desk. Arlene sat in chair and took her notebook, she started slowly write her new notes.

After that meeting Arlene got up from her seat and walked to her father.

“So… This is your daughter? My name is Will Graham.” Man said and offered his hand.

Arlene took his hand “Arlene Lecter.”

Hannibal looked at them “Will… Tomorrow we have less work to do. I want to invite you at small dinner 8p.m?”

Arlene blinked and looked at her father. “Um, okay. It sounds… 8p.m then. Thank you that I could talk with you and… I was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Will.” Arlene said quietly.

When man left, Arlene looked at Hannibal “I thought you shouldn’t be friends with patients.” She said.

“He is other case.” He said and shrugged “Ready to go… We need to get some things at tomorrow’s dinner.” Hannibal said and looked at Arlene.

Woman looked at him and smiled “Oh… I will help you with pleasure father.” She said nodding.

“What he did?” Arlene asked, looking at fresh blood covering her hands.

“No one important, really… Man from newspaper… He was really getting onto my nerves…” he growled.

“That’s explaining a lot.” Arlene smiled and helped her father.

This was her favorite part. Hands still covered in warm blood, buried deep inside dead body.

“You missed this, sanglante dame?” Hannibal smiled.

“Yes… I missed this so much. So… Now we cut here… And we have lungs, I need to say he was a really healthy man. What we gonna do with him?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about that.” He said watching her.

Arlene smiled, looking at her hands. She sighed heavily because she couldn’t stop herself. Woman started lick the blood off of her hands, Arlene moaned from happiness. “Merveilleusement!” She said and laughed “Ne peut pas attendre!” Arlene growled happily and continued to lick blood off of her fingers.

Arlene cleaned herself up and sighed happily “Mmmm… I love that, I needed that!”

“I knew it will make you feel better.” Hannibal said and stroked her cheek “Go home… I will take care of rest, just be careful, Sweetheart.” He murmured.

Arlene nodded and nuzzled to his hand “I will be careful, father and you have to be careful too” She said before leaving.

At home Arlene sighed sadly and shivered. “Too bad that stuff in France got so messed up.” She growled to herself and went to change.

When she got downstairs, Hannibal was already in kitchen “Want to help me? We will prepare meat and it will be great tomorrow.”

Arlene giggled “You know that blood is more my thing.” She said and walked closer. “No, thank you, father. I rather would like to watch. You are a Master in kitchen.”

Arlene watched his every move. He was so gentle and careful with meat.

He looked at her “You look tired. Go to bed sweetheart. We have work to do tomorrow and dinner to make.” He said.

Arlene sighed softly “You are right father. I will go to bed. I love you.”

Hannibal whispered. "I love you too sweetheart… Now please go to bed and rest. You had a hard day.“ With every word he walked closer to her, Hannibal wrapped arms around Arlene and pulled her closer "My brave little girl.” He whispered, stroking her cheek “Good night.”

Arlene nodded “Good night dad.” She said quietly and went to bedroom.

Hannibal came to bedroom to check on Arlene. He sat on bed and gently touched her cheek “My good girl, I will need to do something.” Hannibal said and then left the room.