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Bucky remembering Steve in the Winter Soldier after years and years of torture and brain frying is equivalent to Percy Jackson remembering only Annabeth Chase (aka the love of his life) in The Son of Neptune after a God taking away his memories.

Bucky: this is ridiculous, Steve and I are not in a secret relationship

Sam: okay, then what do bees make?

Bucky: honey?

Steve from the other room: yes, dear?

When Chris Evans lost his virginity, he cried and ran home to tell his mum. When Sebastian Stan lost his virginity, he went to McDonald’s to buy a happy meal. The contrast between the two (2) is fucking killing me FHDKDJ

Мы друг другу предназначены.

Представляешь, предназначены?

И моя рука в твоей, и мое сердце в такт с твоим.

Твои глаза, что смотрят вперед, и мои, что спасают тебя от ран.

Наверное, где-то ошиблись и привязали нас слишком крепко. Стальной нитью.

Так, чтобы не разорвать. Чтобы мы не смогли, а другие пытались.

Огнем, пулями, приказами. Да кто же сдержит?

Когда ты бежишь ко мне — лучше не стоять на пути.

Когда я прижимаюсь к тебе — меня не оторвать ничем.

Или нам только кажется? Или только нам на глаза пелена упала, что вместе до конца? Что паутина не для нас липка?..

Знаешь, я не хочу так думать. Не хочу знать, что нас друг от друга забирают. Не будет другого меня, а если будет, то такой, что все равно тебя любит. Или полюбит.

Другой судьбы нет, как бы не противились.

И неожиданно, обухом по голове, я кричу? падая. Ты кричишь, хватая воздух рукой.

Так не должно было быть. Отчаянье — удавкой на горле. Кости — вон из тела.

Небо, покрытое ржавчиной, нас делит на бесконечное множество.

Ветер сдувает нас пылью и не возвращает назад.

И будто сотни лет, как мы знакомы, разбиты. Не склеить, не сшить, не спаять.

Как же легко это оказалось.

Мы слишком самонадеянны и платим беспамятством.

Представляешь, мы друг другу были предназначены.

Представляешь, не могли жить без глаза в глаза, без губ в губы.

А что сейчас? Кто я, кто ты?

Человек без прошлого. Отголосок войны.

Раньше — мы.

Сейчас — по отдельности.

Я

И ты.

Sebastian Stan: Certified meme-lord ( Credits go to their rightful owners )

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Stucky and What If...

What did I tell ya’ll? WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YA’LL?!?!? Like three posts ago I literally talked about how if the MCU had gender swapped one of our boys then Stucky would be canon. And what does marvel go and do in What If? They make Steve to Peggy as Bucky was to Steve in the MCU and called it romantic. 

Look, I am starving for some quality queer rep in marvel but its almost funny how hard they try to show that Steve and Bucky are not gay for each other only to make them even gayer. Every. Damn. Time.  

-Phoenix

Happy 10th Anniversary to the Premiere of the MCU's Greatest Love Story

Samuel l Jackson called captain America gay and then walked away like a bad*ss.

I do not need sleep, what I need is for my otps to become cannon

“Screw you Bucky Barnes is sexy and strong and happens to be the most kind human being on this planet all you haters should reflect on yourselves hard and admit you are just wildy jealous.”

—One day Steve Rogers googles his boyfriend

↖ This poor person is still desperately shipping Stucky and denying Endgame’s existence regardless of one fucking year has passed since that shit.

The one that got away

At Last

Stucky x reader

Summary: After a really long mission, Y/N decided to surprise her boys with a treat.

WARNING: ❗️SMUT; oral ( m and f receiving), anal, bondage, ETC.

IT HAD BEEN ALMOST A MONTH SINCE Y/N had been touched. It was aggravating and sexually frustrating as she would spend countless nights in bed alone.

She understood that her boyfriends had their missions, they were Captain America and the Winter Soldier, she knew what they had to do. She also knew that there would be times that they would be gone.

But recently it was mission, after mission, after mission, and she could tell the boys were so tired. They way they walked in and barely could keep their eyes open until they landed on the bed with a thud and sleep. she didn’t want them to feel bad and she decided to take it into her own hands.

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Okay, but why isn't 'Avengers Endgame' called 'Avengers End Of The Line', because Steve obviously isn't with Bucky anymore

friendly reminder that bucky's love for steve rogers is strong enough to break Hydra's brainwashing in bucky's mind in EVERY universe.

It’s proven yet again that you must have America’s ass and Bucky Barnes fall in love with you in order to hold the shield. You cannot have one without the other two. I don’t make the rules

Steve Rogers x Bucky

Summary: Bucky had one of his nightmare, Steve try make him feel better.

Word Count: 369

Warnings: none :)

A/N: This is a request form @haseki-huricihan. I tried made is as sweet as I could but I’m new in stuff like this.

Bucky muttered, waking up. He looked at the other side of bed and saw that Steve was gone. He sighed heavily and got up to take shower.

Steve looked up as he heard shower, He smiled softly and continued making breakfast. Bucky came to kitchen few minutes later and hugged to Steve from behind, stroking his stomach.

He blinked and laughed softly „Good morning, Bucky… it tickles.” Steve said smiled. Bucky sighed „Good mornig… sorry.” He muttered and went to table.

Steve looked at Bucky worried, something was wrong, but Bucky always had problem with talking about stuff that were bothering him.

Steve served breakfast and sat next to Bucky, He didn’t looked at Steve he just started eat without any word.

„What’s wrong, Buck..?” Steve asked softly.

Bucky only shook his head and took sip of coffe „Nothing wrong Steve… I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Steve sighed „I’m always worried, especially when you act like this. You aren’t like this every morning.”

Bucky shook his head again and went back to bedroom

Steve blinked „Bucky… wait.” He said and sighed sadly.

After a hour Steve went to bedroom, He couldn’t leave him alone. Bucky was sitting on bed staring at the wall infront of him.

Steve sat next to him and stroked his hair gently „You will tell me what’s wrong?”

Bucky looked at Steve „I had this nightmare again… A-All thoes voices..” Steve Only hugged him tight and rubbed his back.

„All thoes facec! All of them…. every of them. I saw them all again.” He nuzzled to Steve and started cry.

Bucky’s nightmares were something normal for Steve but it was always breaking his heart.

Steve rubbed Bucky’s cheek and forced him too look at him „Bucky… it was only a dream… a Bad dream. You are safe with me… Real life nightmare is over. You are safe with me, I promise.” Steve said and kissed him.

Buckt purred softly and kissed him back, wrapping arms around Steve’s Neck „Thank you…” He whispered.

Steve smiled „I'm with you till the end of the line.”

Bucky smiled and nuzzled to Steve’s chest. Steve sighed happily, He was really happy that He was able to calm him down again.

Author: Cass.

Imagine: Bucky making a tattoo for Steve.

Request from: withoutashadowofhope

A/N: Omg! tattoo is my sensetive spot now! Soon I gonna have one too! I can’t wait! I tried write story as good as I only could.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea…” Steve muttered looking softly over his shoulder

“Sure it is… Because it’s my idea.” Bucky said happily, sitting behind Steve. He was preparing everythung.

“Yeah… I would disagree with this… all „Your” ideas, ended bad. Remember pranks on Tony.”

Bucky rolled his eyes „It was Clint..”

„He told me all thoes pranks were your idea, and He only helped… Tony almost kicked you out from tower.” Steve said

„But He didn’t, because My Captain love me too much and He talked with Tony..” He teased

„Jerk…” Steve muttered.

„Punk.” Bucky smiled and started make tattoo on Steve’s back. Steve hissed softly and looked over his shoulder

„Don’t…” Bucky said pushing Steve’s head away. He continued his work on Steve’s tattoo.

Steve sighed softly, sitting without move „Come on Bucky… thoes are mine back, I want know what you do there.”

„Stop whining… You will see when I'm done, now sit and don’t move… You are Captain, you can handle this.”

Steve growled softly and rolled his eyes.

After few hours Bucky ended his masterpeace „Okay Cap!” Bucky said happily „I’m done with my work, You can see it now.” Bucky nodded, putting everything away and getting up form chair.

Steve hissed softly and got up as well, He went to mirror and looked at him back, Bucky did tattoo that looked like big bird.

„It’s not a eagle, but I really like it, It took me many hours to do it. Do you like it Steve?” Bucky asked looked at Steve with smile.

Steve only nodded and laughed „Yes, more. I love it. Great job Bucky.”

Bucky walked to Steve and kissed him gently „Now I need to take care of my Steve until it will heal.”

Steve only laughed and shook his head.

Author: Cass.

Gif: X

My little treasure || Teaser

Summary: Long time after events of CW Bucky returned to normal life. He even addopted little girl.  After many years of calm life girl’s old problems return.

Word Count: 832

Warnings: none

[A/N] So... it’s short... But I was thinking over this long time. I hope you all gonna like it.

Bucky sighed heavily and flopped on couch.  It was middle of the night and He just returned home… There was a reason for him to return. Bucky slowly got up and went to kitchen. Suddenly He heard loud scream from one of the bedrooms. Man quickly rushed to bedroom and opened door. Bucky looked inside and sighed sadly when He saw young girl sitting on bed.  She was the reason. The reason for him to return home every evening. His daughter. His girl. His everything.

Bucky went inside and sat on bed “Andrea… Angel, what’s wrong.” He asked and pulled girl into a hug. Andrea sighed heavily and hugged to him tight, girl started cry. Bucky only rubbed her head “You are warm… I think you have fever… Again.” He said quietly and girl only nodded.

After few hour when Andrea was finally asleep again Bucky noticed that She still had glove on her right hand, He shook his head and slowly removed glove, revealing silver metal hand. After few minutes Bucky was again sitting in living room, thinking what to do now. He got up from couch and walked to phone to call Steve. He was waiting at Steve to pick up but he only heard voice of young boy “Um… H-Hello..” Bucky blinked and smiled softly “Hey Grant… Sorry that I woke you up. Can you give me Steve… I need to talk with him.” Bucky muttered softly “Hi Mr. Barnes… Sorry… But dad still didn’t returned home.” Boy said. Bucky nodded and sighed softly “Okay, thanks kiddo. Please, when He will be back tell him I want meet with him. Good night.” He said. “Sure… No problem, Mr. Barnes… Good night.” Bucky sighed and put his phone away. He went to bathroom to take shower, later He went to bed.

At morning Bucky was in kitchen, Making breakfast when Andrea came to kitchen. Bucky smiled at girl “Good morning sweetheart. I wasn’t home really long time yesterday… So I decided to make your favorite pancakes with fruits.” He said happily but his happiness quickly faded. Girl didn’t say a word she only sat on a chair and looked at her tea. “Here you go…” Bucky said quietly and put plate in front of girl. She only nodded “Thanks dad… I will eat in my room.” Andrea said and took plate. Bucky sighed sadly and shook his head, watching his daughter.

Bucky meet with Steve at small cafe. “Hey Buck.” Steve said happily and sat at the chair “Grant told me you wanted met. Something’s wrong? Something’s wrong with Andrea?” He asked a bit worried. Bucky only nodded “Yes… This happen with her again Steve… nightmares, fevers… With every day… She close herself more.” He said with voice full of worries. Steve sighed and shook his head “Bucky… What you were expecting? You were warned that this can return… We don’t know what THEY put into her head.” Steve muttered In this moment Bucky lost his hope for support from his best friend. Somewhere deep inside him something just snapped “For fuck’s sake Steve! She was only five years old when We found her. Now she is 17 it was fucking 12 years without bigger problems… Why this returned now?! I don’t want lose my daughter.” Bucky growled. “She Is Not Your Daughter Buck. You good knew that this can return. You are only her guardian. You are not her FATHER. You will have to take her back to S.H.I.E.L.D.” Steve said. Bucky sighed and rubbed his eyes He felt so helpless. It was all true, Andrea wasn’t his biological daughter but He really didn’t cared about this. Bucky raised her  since she was small girls and He loved her just like his own daughter “But I don’t want to… I just… I can’t.” Man said sadly. Steve rolled his eyes “You will have to do this, pal. There is no other way.” Bucky just got up and left Steve alone at cafe.

Bucky returned home and saw Andrea sitting on a stairs.

“Hey angel… What’s up?” She sighed sadly with tears in eyes  “I tried to be friends with girls from neighborhood… They… They said I’m a freak…” Andrea said looking at her meta hand “Why… Why I am different dad..?” She asked looking at Bucky sadly. Man smiled at girl sadly. He knew this feeling, it took him few years to live among normal people. Guy with metal arm was big ‘attraction’ but in bad meaning. It hurt him when He saw Andrea in such a mood “Sweetheart. You aren’t different. You are special… Just like your old father.” He smiled and sat next to her, rubbing her shoulder. Girl smiled sadly and hugged to him “I love you daddy.” She said quietly. Bucky already felt that her mood change, He hugged her back “I love you too, angel. You are my treasure… My little star. I will never leave you.” Bucky whispered, stroking Andrea’s hair.

Author: Cass

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.