The Chronicles Of The Winter || Part X

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.

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.."

The chronicles of the winter || Part VIII

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

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

Word Count: 4296

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

Several days have passed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He came on tick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Woman blinked. He used her name.

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

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

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

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

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

Author: Beast

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.

BE QUIET || BUCKY X READER ONE SHOT

Summary: You are a young recruit in Hydra’s structures. The Winter Soldier are your trainer. One day, after a rough training, you both get laid, but on the conditions specified by him.

Word Count: 1344

Warnings: smut, cursing

Author: Rouge

“Move your ass, Y/N!” Winter Soldier yelled loudly.

You rolled your eyes as you were making push ups.

“Fuck you” you sighed under your breath.

“What did you say, pussy?” Bucky was standing next to you, watching carefully your every movement.

“Nothing” you made one last push up and slowly you got up.

 Feeling his pertinacious gaze on you, you dared to look into his blue eyes.

You spreaded your arms with a deep sigh.

“What have I done this time, huh? I followed any of yours orders, sergeant” you let out a gasp.

“Yea. Too slow” he only said, unzipping his hoodie. “In such pace you never will pass the main exams” Bucky crossed his arms behind his back.

“Sergeant, as far as I know..” you started, being about argue with him.

“Shut the fuck up, cunt” Bucky snorted. “I don’t fucking care if you’ll make them or not. But if you’re gonna fail, I’ll be responsible for that and I’m gonna be punished as well” he clinched his metal hand, glaring at you. “And now, Y/N, get back on a mat and make another 100 push ups” he ordered coldly.

“But..” you almost screamed, however in the end you nodded and took your place. You started to make push ups again and Bucky was observing you.

 Suddenly you felt coldness on your left hip. Metal hand has pushed you a bit down.

“Deepen moves, Y/N, it will be more efficient” Winter Soldier said in a harsh voice of his.

You gave a slight nod and did what he ordered. However an uninterrupted touch of his hand on your hip was slowly annoying you.

After around 20 repetitions of push ups, you decided to tell him what you were thinking about.

“Can you take your hand off?” you asked.

But there was no respond.

 But after a while you felt a metal hand on your throat.

“I can not” Bucky whispered directly into your ear, leaning down toward you.

He grabbed you by waist and pulled you up. Then he grabbed your chin and forced you to turn your head to face him and then he kissed your lips roughly.

In first second you protested, trying to push him away, but with a little effect. With his metal hand he grabbed your wrists and held your hands in place.

“Don’t” he only said between kisses.

When he stopped, you looked at him, shaking a bit. From shock, but also from strange kind of a pleasure.

“What the fuck?” you asked angrily. “Who do you think you are?!”

But instead of reply, you have been pulled closer to him. He kissed you again, this time he left your hands free. His hands has been placed at your butt and he gave it a little squeeze.

“I am your fucking superior” he snapped. “And really. You’re such an annoying little bitch. I have never had someone like you at  trainings. So stubborn. You think you’re better, don’t ya?” he was whispering into your ear, you could feel his unshaven cheek on your own one.

You swallowed loudly, clinching hands in fists.

“Fuck you” you snorted, turning your head aside.

“Oh, no, doll. FUCK YOU. And I’m gonna do this. I know you want it too.”

You looked over him, your brow slowly moved up.

“Are you joking?” you asked. “I would never have sex with someone like you.”

He only smirked viciously.

“We’ll see. I always get what I want. Believe me, you won’t regret.”

 Without a hesitation he simply slipped his metal hand into your shorts.

You whimpered, trying to take step back, but with his other hand he held you by your waist.

You felt his metal fingers slipped under your panties. He rubbed over your clit and you let out a little subdued moan.

“I..” you started but he growled.

“Don’t. Don’t you even try to say a fucking word. Otherwise you’ll be able to see my other face and I can guarantee it’s the last thing you would like to see” Bucky ordered.

You felt a pleasure, which was spreading all over your body, so you nodded slightly, letting him to do what the hell he wanted to.

He was rubbing over your clit to finally slipped two of his metal fingers into your yet wet pussy.

You closed your eyes, holding back a moan which was about  leave your mouth.

Bucky smiled only as he started to kiss your neck. He was slipping his fingers in and out of your pussy and you started to buck your hips a bit to meet his thrusts.

You looked into his eyes, feeling a blush on your cheeks.

You would never say, that something like that can happen. Especially between both of you. Instinctively you put your hand on his belt, undoing it as fast as you could. The you undone his fly too.

After a while both of you were laying on the mat.

He ripped off your clothes, not even trying to be gentle. Then he licked over your yet hard nipples and he slowly moved down, straight to your swollen pussy.

You slipped hands in his dark hair as he started to lick your clit, slipping his metal fingers in again.

You wanted to scream as he was hitting the right spot, but you were obedient and you stayed calm as he ordered you before.

You only bucked your hips, trying to meet his moves.

He looked over at you, still eagerly licking on your clit.

Biting your lips almost to blood, you only nodded giving him a sign that it was something you have wanted. Bucky only smiled and came back to suck on your clit. You threw your head back as he cupped your boob with his free hand.

Oh, how much you wanted to moan. How much you wanted to call his name and to say aloud how much you liked what he was doing to you…

You started to shake as you felt, how your orgasm was overwhelming you.

Finally he stopped and moved up to kiss your lips. You could still taste yourself on his rough lips.

You gave kiss back and you pushed him down on the mat. You tugged his pants and boxers down, revealing his yet hard cock. You licked your lips before he took him into your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, you were massaging his base at the same time. You felt like his metal palm was slipped into your long hair. You looked over him and you noticed, how turned he was. Observing each of your movements, he was clinching teeth to not moan also. You smiled a bit and increased your pace. It was until he cum in your mouth. You swallowed everything.

Bucky grabbed your wrists an pulled you on top of him. You climbed on his lap and put his cock into your pussy.

You just needed to feel him inside of you.

From the beginning you bucked your hips fast, tangled your fingers with his.

Bucky placed his metal hand on your hip, urging you to make a faster moves.

You both desperately wanted to cum.

He lifted his upper body part and started to lick on your nipples as you were moving up and down, letting his cock slid as deeply as it was possible.

And finally you both came at the same time. You felt his warm semen in your pussy and you closed your eyes, enjoying that feeling.

You wanted to scream his name, but a kiss was everything you could have at that moment.

 When it was after all, you put on your clothes.

“When we have next training?” you asked, smiling rather rudely.

Winter Soldier raised his mouth corners in a grin.

“Next week. Why are you asking? I thought you don’t like our trainings though.”

You rolled your eyes and smirked viciously.

“Let’s say I like them since now.”

Bucky smirked and watched as you left the gym.

A LITTLE PLEASURE || BUCKY x READER ONE SHOT (SMUT)

Summary: Bucky had a rough day, so reader had also. Female reader is trying to comfort him in rather intimate way...

Word Count: 1132

Warnings:  smut, cursing and more smut :D

Author: Rouge

It was another boring day at the Shield’s base.

You have ended your duties and you were about go home.

You were working as an agent since 4 months, you had to take care of all administrative matters and you were also taking part in planning of missions. Walking along the long corridor, you’ve heard a loud screams, coming from the conference room. You hesitated for a moment, but then you walked to the door and slowly opened them.

Inside the room you spotted no one else but Bucky and Sam. Both men were arguing loudly. “You think I don’t know, huh!?” Sam was waving his hands, trying to explain something to Bucky.

“Fuck you, Wilson, just fuck off and get thee fuck off of me, okay!?” Bucky strongly pushed other man away and turned to walk out of the room. It was when he spotted you. “The fuck are ya doing here, bitch!? Don’t ya have more interesting things to do, slut?!” he yelled at you, pushing you away when he was leaving the room. You blinked, giving a brief nod to Sam before you closed the door and looked after Barnes.

You good knew that this man had a very impulsive temperament and usually you were avoiding him to not starting an argument. But that day you had enough of everything. And James Barnes made, that your rage has increased within seconds. You cleared your throat as you walked behind him in the direction of the elevator and then you said aloud:

“FUCK YOU, BARNES. FUCK YOU. YOU’RE NOTHING MORE BUT A FUCKING PIECE OF A SHIT, WHO DIDN’T DESERVE TO BE ONE OF US.” You saw how he stopped in the middle of the corridor, motionless. You instinctively stopped too, you were ready to make an elusion if he would want to attack you. He was capable to do such thing… “Yea, right…” he only mumbled.

You blinked, because you weren’t expecting such reaction from his side. Bucky pressed the button to call on an elevator and then he leaned his forehead against the wall. You approached him. For a moment you didn’t know what to do. Finally, you patted his back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to say all those things..” you said slowly, in a delicate voice.

You realized you were trying to comfort that man… The elevator’s door has opened and both of you got inside. Bucky pressed 0 and shortly after he leaned his back against the wall.

You bit inside part of your cheek, giving him a brief gaze. “I think you are right. I don’t fit here” he said suddenly.

“No, no, I really…”, but he didn’t let you finish your sentence.

“Do you have a car here?” he asked.

You nodded slowly, looking at him.

“Can you give me a ride? I was supposed to drive with Sam, but fuck him…” he growled in a low voice.

You sighed deeply, but you gave him a nod.

“Sure. It’s not a problem..”

As soon as both of you got at the underground parking lot, you pointed at the black Jeep.

“This one” you said, opening the door.

 Bucky took a passenger seat next to the driver and he glanced at you.

You closed your door, but you didn’t start an engine.

 Deep inside in your soul there was a war between wits and desire.

The truth was that Bucky was in your type, but you always have been too afraid to show him your affection. Besides, he seemed to be an inaccessible man.

But now… It was a perfect occasion. You both, alone, in your car, at the parking lot. You knew that no one will come there until the next shift will be started. So you had several minutes. And you wanted to use them properly, not losing the only chance you could ever have.

 You leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. At first he was shocked and then you felt him respond. You pulled back and looked at him. He smiled a bit, looking deeply into your eyes.

“What the fuck was that, doll?” he asked.

You looked at him and smiled.

“I don’t know… I just..”

He didn’t let you end your sentence once again. He leaned in and kissed you. His metal hand was on your thigh. You moaned quietly, tasting his lips.

You slowly unzipped his belt and his pants. His cock was hard in his boxers.

Bucky didn’t protest, letting you to do what the hell you wanted to.

Wrapping your hands around his cock, you slipped the tip into your mouth and sucked. He tasted so good. You were sucking on him hard as your hands massaged his base and his balls in time with your mouth bobbing up and down on him. You rolled your mouth around the tip and then slid your mouth down his shaft. He moaned and leaned back on the seat. You sucked him hard and fast.

“That’s it, baby, oh that’s soooo good. Suck it, little bitch. Suck my cock.”

Bucky pushed his cock into your mouth and you kept sucking. He was getting harder with every second. You pumped his cock with your hands as you sucked the tip with your mouth. You flicked your tongue over the tip. He grunted loudly, closing his eyes.

As Bucky enjoyed the attention given to his cock he ran his fingers through your hair.

You sucked on him with long, slow strokes.

“Fuck… That’s it, doll..” he murmured loudly.

Bucky let out a moan and you could feel him giving a small thrust, wanting to be as deep as possible into your hot, wet mouth.

You shifted to your right just a little, and then while you continued to suck on Bucky, you looked up into his eyes.

Bucky’s let out a groan as his hot cum shot into your mouth.

You moaned loudly and swallowed everything, still looking hardly into his eyes. Then you lifted up a bit and gave him a passionate kiss.

Bucky gave the kiss back, moaning a bit.

“Mmmm… That was something..” he wrapped arms around your waist to pull you closer before he kissed you once again.

You simply melted into that kiss.

You had a hope it wasn’t your last common time. You dared to ask.

“Bucky…”

But he closed your mouth with a lovingly kiss.

“Yes, doll” he smirked. “I wanna repeat it as soon as possible. Plans for Friday’s night?” brunette asked openly.

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“For now I have some. To have you in my bed” you bit your lower lip, glancing at him.

Bucky improved his jeans and nodded.

“Sounds amazing. But.. Can we go now?”

You nodded. But inside you were shouting. From happiness and excitement before next time.