Lion Bucky By @kastrup-sofie

Lion Bucky by @kastrup-sofie

I need to say: This is amazing! Just like Beast I love Marvel and Lion king! 

(But tbh Beast love it more!)

~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.

AT THE CINEMA – BUCKY X READER SMUT DRABBLE

Summary: Bucky and reader go to the cinema. However Bucky obviously has other plans in his mind.

Word Count: 1061

Warnings:  smut, sergeant kink, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob

Author: Ailo

It was a Saturday’s evening.

You were Bucky’s girlfriend and you always enjoyed the time you were able to spend with him.

You both arrived at the complex and went to the screening room located on the third floor. The room was crowded.

Bucky started to scanning the rows of seats in the semi-darkness, trying to find two free places and he did, in the last row.

Bucky slumped into the seat and you did too.

 About 30 minutes into a movie Bucky realized he’d made a mistake. The film was absolutely awful and boring.

However you were interested in an action taking place on a screen.

He leaned close to your ear and whispered quietly:

“The movie is shit.”

You smiled a bit and slowly turned your head to face your boyfriend.

“I like it” you smirked, looking hardly into his blue eyes.

Bucky rolled his eyes and leaned his back against the seat.

 For some time Bucky was sitting calmly in his place, from time to time changing his position.

You good knew that he was bored. And you had to admit you were also.

Suddenly you blenched, feeling something. A coldness of a metal fingers at your thigh.

You looked over Bucky. He looked earnestly back into your eyes and you gave a very soft excited sigh as you looked back at the screen.

Bucky started to stroke your thigh with his metal hand, being bolder and moving straight to the top of your leg.

You were now squirming almost imperceptibly in your seat as Bucky stroked your leg.

You thanked yourself in mind that you decided to put on a short skirt.

Bucky very slowly moved his hand down to take the hem of your skirt and inch by inch, little by little, began pulling it up until the bare flesh of your thighs above your stockings and the red fabric of your knickers was visible out of the corner of his eye.

You bit your lips, slowly turning your head to him.

“You’re a really, really rude man, sergeant Barnes” you whispered calmly.

You knew he loved to be called like that. It was one of his kinks.

He smirked only, licking the corners of his lips.

“Yes, doll” he leaned to you and slowly sucked on your neck. It caused a cold shiver went throughout your body.

His cock was fully erect and straining at his jeans and he moved it to relieve the pressure. He grunted quietly.

With your right hand you grabbed for his crotch and started to undo the buttons of his fly.

“Mmmmm, someone is so eager, huh?” he whispered into your ear and you nodded politely.

You finally unbuttoned his jeans grabbed for his cock and immediately started stroking him with a frantic urgency.

Bucky stretching his metal fingers and pushed the two of them into your yet dripping wet cunt.

You started pushing your hips towards his fingers.

“Just.. Like… That, sergeant Barnes…” you moaned slowly and quietly, biting your lips.

Bucky smirked and increased his pace.

He was sure the noise of you coming was audible to those around you, but no-one seemed to notice, being too engrossed in the film.

It happened quickly, you started to move in your seat faster and faster, forgetting about stroking his cock.

Bucky could hear your breath catch in your throat as you came all over his metal fingers, trembling slightly.

You gasped and leaned down to take his cock into your mouth. You took his balls into your mouth and sucked and licked making Bucky squirm with pleasure, next you massaged them with your hand and put your mouth on the tip of his cock and started to suck. Bucky looked down as you teased the top of his penis with your tongue lapping at the precum. You looked up at him and smiled as you started to take his cock in.

“Yes, good, doll.. Suck on it, babygirl” he moaned rather loudly.

You gagged slightly and then started to move back up his cock, Bucky lost all feeling of what was going on around him, the sensation of pleasure were to much and he shot his load into your mouth and you swallowed it all.

Barnes growled quietly and he  pulled you on top of his lap and you started grinding on him slowly, trying not to make too many sounds.

He shifted your panties aside and grunting in a low voice, he slipped his cock inside your dripping pussy. As he slowly fucked you, you wrapped your arms around Bucky's neck pulling him deeper into you.

Bucky started to pick up speed letting his cock slide in and out of you halfway enjoying the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing against him. He kept kissing you as you fucked, biting your lips.

“Harder, sergeant Barnes…” you whispered directly into his ear, moving your hips back and forth and looking into those blue eyes of his.

Bucky clinched his teeth as he felt his approaching orgasm.

He took a firm hold of your hips, squeezing them harshly and maybe a bit too hard, so it caused a little whimper from your side, but you closed your eyes and tried to not letting a whimper again.

“Look at me, my little pussy” he ordered coldly, sucking on your neck. You politely followed his order by opening your eyes.

“That’s right, doll” he groaned.

“I.. I can’t… Any longer..” you moaned.

Bucky grabbed hold of your thighs and wrapped his metal arm around your waist as he thrusted into you pulling you harder onto his cock. He watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you let out a little groan as your body started shaking, your pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing against it. Bucky kept fucking you through your orgasm and pull out of you only when it has died down.

You stopped to move your hips, feeling his hot cum inside of you.

Bucky grabbed your chin and pulled you closer, then brunette kissed your rosy lips, sucking on them a bit.

“I love you and your sweet tight pussy” he murmured against your lips before you slowly got off his lap to take your seat again.

You both improved your clothes and then you continued watching a movie like nothing had ever happened.

The chronicles of the winter || Part IX

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

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

Word Count: 2194

Warnings: Blood, injuries

Author: Beast

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

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

He easily could feel that everything has changed.

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

Bucky’s contact with Steve also has been restricted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He couldn’t find an answer.

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky simply asked.

Black raised his mouth corners in a haughty grin.

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

Bucky snapped his head to face Aiden Black again.

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

Black smirked again.

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

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

Bucky responded with spitting in Black’s smirking face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Emily Vandom. 

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

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

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

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

Author: Rouge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GIF

Call of repentance || Part II

Part I

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

Word Count: 2211

Warnings: strong language

A/N: Part 2 of the story.

Author: Rouge

The Royal Palace was located on the northern part of Kyrat, near the Himalayas.

The building had a red openable door just like what other outposts and fortresses had. It was a huge building, placed on the large hill.

 Pagan, with a glass of cognac in his hand, went out at the terrace, located on the third floor. From this point a beautiful view at the North Kyrat was streatching.

Pagan sat on a swing with a canopy and he started to sip on an alcohol.

He was delighted on the spectacular view, admiring it in silence. But his consternation soon has been interrupted by a grunt.

“My King, De Pleur has checked everything and it seems that it wasn't Golden Path who set the bomb at Baghadur” Gary, Pagan's the most loyal and trusted assitant said calmly.

Min only nodded, finishing his drink.

“Did he check EVERYTHING?” he asked.

“Yes, my King. He cooperated with Noore in that matter” Gary grunted again, still standing on the threshold.

“So he wants to say that it wasn't that fucking monkeys fault?” King asked coldly, not paying any attention at Gary.

“Uhm... Yes, my King” Gary confirmed with weak voice, swallowing hardly.

 At the same moment, Pagan crushed on a glass he was holding in hand, yelling viciously.

“Find whoever is responsible for this attack! It was an attempt on my fucking life!” he yelled.

The blood drops fell on the wooden floor of the terrace from his injured hand, but he didn't pay an attention to this fact. “I wanna have their heads on a silver plate till midnight. Otherwise I won't be nice anymore!”

Gary nodded and quickly left the terrace to avoid Pagan's anger and frustration.

Pagan hissed while he was pulling out a piece of a glass from his hand.

“KHAN!” he yelled.

After a while, a tall, well-build soldier entered on the terrace.

He was a commander of the Royal Guard. That man was responsible for death of about 200 people in last half of a year. His name was Khan Ajmal and he was working for Pagan since many years. Kyrati citizens, however, knew him under other name...

A lot of them used to call him the Headhunter, because he would do everything to find out people, who were suspiced of conspiracy against King Min.

“It's probably the work of these cowardly whores from the Golden Path. They know they can not beat us, so they began to resort to bombings” Pagan clenched his hand into the fist. He looked at the man. “Find out, who's behind this. You have to pull out everyone who's responsible for this attack even from under the fucking ground! When you find them, take them to Paul's fortress and then let me know. Then I will come to Varshakot and we will decide, how to kill them, just to make sure that they know they are dying.”

It was still the night, when you has been assigned to the little Golden Path branch, which had to secure the little convoy with weapons. The convoy had to transport a lot of stuff to an outpost, which was belonging to the Golden Path since few months.

In the face of last event, it couldn't wait any longer, so Amita and Sabal got to the conclusion that it has to be done before dawn.

You were traveling in the last car, when you noticed that rest of the convoy has stopped. Two other Golden Path's cars were standing on the side of the road and people with flashlights were entering the bushes to explore the area.

“What's going on?” you carefuly asked, looking at one of the rebels as you got out of the car.

“They said they saw something nerby” man shrugged slightly and jump on the semi-trailer to check the cargo.

As carefully as you could, you walked into the direction of the bushes, your hand was on the kukri knife hidden in your pocket, just in case..

You walked through bushes and when you got out of them you noticed you were standing at the top of the little hill, but even from that distance you could see a huge crater carved in the ground and fire, which has destroyed a part of the forest around the lake. Thick black smoke hung high in the air.

You covered your mouth with a hand to secure yourself from breathing with choking smoke.

“You see, Y/N, it's here. The bomb had to be large” one of the rebels, a young boy approached you, rubbing his eyes. “My father said that Royal Army for sure did it by itself to put the blame over us all.”

You sighed sadly, but in the same moment you've heard something.

 At one point, suddenly and unexpectedly, from the direction of Baghadur, a military convoy of several cars of Royal Army has arrived. When people from the Golden Path noticed this, it was too late for any proper reaction.

Royal Army soldiers quickly jumped out of the cars and they started to shoot with guns. Two of them boarded on the trailer and got places behind a big machine gun placed on the cars' roofs.

 The regular exchange of fire has started.

 You watched the situation with horror in your eyes and heavy heart in your chest. Without thinking for a long time, you jumped on the semi-trailer of one of the Golden Path's cars and digged to look for a weapon you could use.

The only thing you've found was an bow with a quiver. When you lifted your head and realized, how close the fighting was, you put the quiver on your back and pulled out an arrow from it.

Almost at the same moment you noticed Ajay, Longinus and Sabal, who had arrived in the wrong place in the wrong time, they were hidding behind one of the Golden Path's cars, occasionally shooting to enemies behind the cover. One of the rebels, who stood next to their hideout, was hit by a machine-gun shot straight in the head and fell dead on the ground. Longinus leaned out from behind the car and when he tried to shoot at the enemy, he almost has been hit by them also. By this movement he betrayed their hiding place.

The remaining rebels after using all of an ammunition headed to grapple, unfortunately, most of them almost immediately was killed by De Pleur's soldiers.

You saw two soldiers of the Royal Army, they were called the Exterminators and your heart almost stopped. Dressed in bulletproof vests with special material, reinforced with heavy CKMs in their hands, they were walking in the direction of the hideout of men to get them from behind. Sabal at the last moment had realized, that they were surrounded and started shooting with little avail, as none of the missiles did not even hit the soldiers, who marched relentlessly towards them.

You had a last chance to prevent the tragedy, you imposed an arrow on the bowstring, aimed it and fired. The arrow with a low whistle flew through the air, sticking straight in the helmet of one of the soldiers. Almost immediately he fell down dead to the ground.

Longinus, Ajay and Sabal turned eyesight to see, who helped them and have almost immediately astonished themselves.

“Y/N!” Ajay yelled.

But you didn't seem to listen.

You reached for an another arrow and this time you also gave a good shot, beating second enemy.

“Y/N, don't do it!” Sabal shouted loudly, trying to stop you.

But it was too late.

About 10 meters away, there were standing cars, which became to the Royal Army and next to them there were the rest of the soldiers, who were not killed. One of them picked up the sniper rifle to the eye, aimed and pulled the trigger.

Just at the moment, when you were about to pull out another arrow, you has been shot just above the left knee. The bullet passed through and sticked into the bodywork of the Golden Path's car.

You screamed in pain.

You rolled over a bit on the side and laid on your back, breathing heavily. You felt the throbbing pain in the left leg.

Suddenly you heard the reloaded gun and realized, that next to you one of the soldiers of the Royal Army was standing. A bit further, few of his companions were standing.

“Get up” ordered the man.

With problems, you slowly got up from the ground.

Immediately you noticed, that Ajay, Sabal and Longinus were brought out of hiding place and now they were kneeling on the sandy road. Behind each of them stood one soldier with a rifle leveled directly at their heads.

At this sight you stopped breathing.

The soldier, who told you to get up, turned to the kneeling men and approached them.

“All of you have the right to remain silent, you shall testify before Paul De Pleur.”

“I won't make any statements in front of anyone” Sabal snapped sharply.

It was enough to provoke the commander.

He raised his rifle and aimed straight at Sabal's chest.

“If so, you won't live to a fucking dawn” man smirked.

“He did not want to say that” Ajay threw his hands up in a gesture of peace.

“I'm not talking to you, mongrel” commander snapped roughly.

He raised his head and nodded to the soldier, who stood just behind Longinus.

There was a loud bang.

You heard your own cry vaguely.

Longinus' body fell limply to the ground.

“You motherfuckers!” Sabal yelled, jumping to his feet, but he was quickly brought back to the ground by two soldiers.

The commanding officer came up to him and put the barrel of a gun to Sabal's temple.

“Now it's your turn” he laughed haughtily.

You found enough courage to shout:

“Noooo!!!”

Surprised, commander turned to you, taking off the finger from the trigger.

“It seems to me, that I did not ask you about an opinion” he hissed.

You looked straight into his eyes.

“Shoot me, but let them free” you said defiantly.

Other soldiers murmured in surprise.

“Y/N, shut up!” Ajay called with anger. “Leave her alone, she is still very young, she does not know, what she says” he began to beg.

The commander laughed lasciviously.

“The young, you are saying? That's good, I like this kind the most, haha!”

You looked sternly at the man.

He came to you and standing only a few centimeters from you, he looked at you intently.

“You're beautiful. Tell me the fuck, why such a beautiful woman is packing herself in such trouble?” man circled you slowly, watching you closely on each side.

“I have my own reasons” you barked, carefully tracking his every move.

“Well ... You look as the girl, which is lacking a real man in bed” he laughed bluffly. He hugged you from behind, grabbing your breasts firmly. “Nice tits. Bet you're a little whore, aren't ya?”

You were watching as Sabal got purple on his face from nerves and started to struggle. He was angry, that a stranger, in addition a soldier of Paul, has fondled you.

The truth was Sabal had a crush on you, but he didn't want to admit it before others...

“Fuck off, this is not your thing” you snorted loudly.

The man suddenly pulled your ponytail thus rendering, that you fell to your knees, gasping in pain.

“You should be polite, bitch!” - he shouted at you.

You closed your eyes and gritted your teeth, to not say a few words too much.

“I'm begging you, leave her” Ajay carefully got up from his knees and with hands raised, he turned to commander. “Let her go, you got us. The leader of the rebellion and his deputy, I think it's a quiet good solution.”

The soldier looked at Ajay with pity.

“I will decide, whom I take and whom I let go” he said.

Again, he turned to you.

“You will be the perfect gift for De Pleur” he summed. “Maybe he'll teach you how to behave properly, scum.”

You froze. But then you said:

“I will not be anyone's gift!”

 But then a quick reflection came to your mind.

It was a good way to sneak into De Pleur's troops. You knew Varshakot fortress very well, but at the same moment you knew De Pleur wasn't trusting you. Of course, you were working for him since few weeks and you never was a problem to him nor his people, but still he had a limited trust towards you.

You took a deep breath.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path, you thought to yourself.

You briefly looked at Ajay and Sabal, then you turned your head to the commander.

“I surrender. Can't fight anymore, I'm injured. You got me.”

A wry smile appeared on man's face.

“Good slut” he gave a look to one of his men. “Inform De Pleur I have a surprise for him.”