The Chronicles Of The Winter || Part X

The chronicles of the winter || Part X

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

Word Count: 3059

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

Author: Beast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blood has been cleaned away, Steve dried his hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No one of us had” man muttered.

Two days had passed very quickly.

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

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

And he managed to found something.

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

Emily was slowly getting ready to take a bath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE SILENT SHOUT || PART I

A/N: my best friend has been diagnosed as borderline. Currently I have an occasion to spend a lot of time with him, I am also a witness of his anxiety and panic attacks, of his rage outbursts and incertitude, which is overhelming him on and on. Looking at him one day a thought came up to my mind: if BPD can be caused by some traumatic experiences, maybe Bucky was suffering to similar symptoms also. After all things Hydra had done to him, I suppose he might likely suffered from this disorder. That’s why I decided to make a little series of bpd!Bucky. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. Based on a true events.

Words: 1624

Warnings: self harming, panic attack, bpd, angst, bpd!Bucky, sad!Bucky, depression, blood, graphic description of violence, swearing

Author: Rouge

It has been a week since he moved to your house.

From the very beginning you were more worried than happy about that idea of Steve. Despite your positive attitude towards Bucky, you good knew he may cause a lot of problems.

But on the other hand you understood what Steve has been going through for last couple of years. Notorious uncertainty, sadness, sorrow. He was a mess and you wanted to do anything to comfort him.

When you heard that Shield finally found Bucky, alive, you felt a deep relief. It meant the end of Steve’s mental pain. It meant that since then everything could have been seen only in a bright colors.

When Steve came to you with his idea of taking Bucky to your common house, you didn’t even try to hide your dissatisfaction. A lot of arguments had taken place then in between two of you. But finally Steve managed to melt your heart and you said yes.

However, keeping the good of your child in your mind, you ensured Steve that if something wrong will about to happen, you will move out, taking baby with you. He agreed on that little deal without blinking.

You had to reconcile with a fact your man was sharing his love at three, not only at two… It obviously was hurting you, sometimes Bucky seemed to be Steve’s number one, but you had to accept it. They were friends since childhood, they grew up together, they were fighting together, arm to arm. In such situation you could do nothing. You didn’t want to hurt Steve by your listlessness at Bucky’s problems. You knew that man went through a lot in his life. Like Steve, Bucky Barnes was only a pawn in that brutal game. Like everyone of you…

When you met him for the first time since 5 years, you were shocked.

He looked incredibly good, some bruises still could have been seen at his muscular arm and neck, few scars on his collarbones, a swollen jaw. But he looked good as for someone who has been tortured for months.

But something had changed and you easily felt that.

His eyes.

There were no more happiness in them. That beautiful blue eyes of his, which were glowing with a mischief sparks formerly, now were dark and bereft the will of life.

“Y/N! Can you hold the door please!?” Steve screamed aloud.

You got up from the leather sofa in living room and quickly went to open the door. As soon as you did, you saw several boxes and a bit of Steve’s bangs above them.

“Do you need help?” you asked amicably, opening doors as wide as you could.

“No, dear, just hold on them” Steve said. Slowly and carefully he passed through the threshold and put boxes down in the hallway.

You were observing him for a while, then you sight fell on someone standing in front of the door.

James Bucky Barnes.

Standing there dressed in a large black leather jacket, dark jeans and grey shirt, with a black hat on his head, Bucky slowly raised his chin and looked briefly into your eyes.

“Hi, Y/N” he gave you a small smile, a little wince appeared on his face.

“Bucky” you smiled happily, whispering his name and taking step back to make a space for him. “Come in, come in.”

Hesitantly he walked inside and then you closed the door behind him making sure they were locked.

“Follow me” you gave him another smile and you led him to the large living room.

 It was the biggest room in Steve’s house. One wall had windows and door leading to a big balcony. The room was painted in light orange mixed with lime. The floorboards were made of pear tree wood that had a nice, warm shade. There was a brownish carpet with an abstractive pattern in the middle of the room. Steve had fitted your common living room with stylish furniture. There was a big dark brown leather corner sofa on the left. It had light brow cushions. In front of it, there was an ebony coffee table with sculptured legs and edges. There also were two brown armchairs. The table were placed on the carpet. Next to the sofa, there was a tall lamp which metal parts were coloured patina gold. Opposite to the sofa there was a big plasma TV standing on a stand similar to the coffee table. Below the TV there was a black DVD player. Right to it, an ebony case with clouded glass doors could be found. There also was a small showcase where you put some books, films and wine glasses. Above the sofa there was a wide painting showing a stunning sunset on a seaside. The windows were decorated with a short white delicate curtain and fantasy yellow drape. On the windowsill, there standed a flowerpot with an orchid. Next to it there was a picture frame with a photo made on your vacation in Dubai. The room was really warm and cosy.

 “Do you want to drink something?” you asked politely when Bucky sat on the sofa. “Coffee, please…” he looked at you and took his hat off, placing it next to him.

 You walked to the kitchen and put a kettle on a stove. Suddenly you felt a pair of familiar strong hands at your slim waist.

“Thank you…” Steve whispered directly into your ear, leaning down to kiss your cheek from behind. “It means a lot not only to me, Y/N.” “I know, Steve” you gave a slight nod and slowly turned your head towards him so you could reach his rough lips and kissed them.

Steve hummed happily at the unexpected kiss, his grasp got tighten around your waist.

With an agile movement you slipped out of his arms, pecking his lips.

“He is my friend too, Steve” you said, pouring a boiling water to the cup with black coffee. “It was obvious I’ll say yes in a respond to your idea” you shrugged slightly. “I was and am still worried about Sebastian, our child.” you lifted your chin and sadly glanced at Steve.

He rubbed his chin.

“I know… But he is working on those… Outbursts..” Captain sighed deeply. “Okay. I will move boxes to his room. They are still blocking the passage through the corridor” he let out a quiet giggle before he left kitchen.

 You took a cup of coffee and came back to the living room.

“Here you go” you put the cup on the table, smiling at Bucky and taking a seat in one of the armchairs. “So… How are you, Buck? You look magnificent” you smirked warmly, crossing your legs.

“I’m doing good lately” he took a sip of coffee, humming in an approval of the bitter taste. “You’re a real coffee master, Y/N.”

You laughed shortly.

“Oh, thank you! Charming as always, Buck!” you winked at him.

He woke up in the middle of the night.

For a while he was laying motionless on his back, glaring up at ceiling.

Then he slowly got up. When he was walking towards bathroom, he could feel a chill at his bare legs and torso. He had only his black boxers on.

He entered the bathroom and carefully closed the door behind him, trying not to make any sounds which could woke you and Steve up.

Bucky stared at the scars lining his right wrist, observing it as if from a great distance. Other days he would count them and their meanings, one for every time they'd hurt him. Every time he hated himself for lying to people he loved. But it was so easy, too easy for him to promise them that he had taken the antidepressants.  And now, feeling the scars beneath his fingers, Bucky could picture it so vividly that he could feel each sharp intake of breath, each tear that slid from his pale skin. As the bathtub faucet ran cold water over his neck and the blade glowed crimson beneath his clumsy fingers, his head would tilt back, his mouth open in silent agony but also perverse joy, because he knew that he should not be feeling this, doing this, enjoying this as he did. And his anger exploded with each swift movement of the razor, his pain that so often destroyed him coating the floor of the tub in sickening contrast to the pale tile.  He remembered kneeling on this same floor, attacking his biceps until he could take it no longer and fell back, exhausted, against the bathroom cabinet. It was few weeks ago, when Steve agreed to doss him when he escaped the hospital run by Shield. The urge was so strong that he clenched his fists to keep from reaching for the blade. It was so tempting. So painfully tempting. Bucky thought desperately of his wrist again, aching to feel sadness for the delicate skin that he so readily destroyed. He forced his fingers to stay on the shining tiles, but so eager was he for the pain.. And he cut the skin once again, observing like a little stream of redness was pouring down, mixing with a cold water at his feet. He felt like his skin was burning under the touch of a cold razor, he felt a bit dizzy because of the blood which was flowing out of the cut. Bucky chuckled nervously, but it turned into breathless weeping. He stayed here as long as he had to, until the urge was gone. Because he had to fight this and he knew that. Because of the five words he kept repeating in his mind, kept vowing, swearing to himself. 

I won’t draw blood tonight. 

Like Father Like Daughter || Part I

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

Words: 1018

Warnings: none.

Author: Cass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hannibal Lecter”

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

Arlene went to the kitchen and smiled at Hannibal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arlene smiled and looked at reflection of her father.

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

Hannibal gently stroked soft skin on Arlene’s arms.

“What is it?”

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

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

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

“Good night sweetheart” he left room.

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

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

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

Hannibal said and threw old photo into the fire.

The chronicles of the winter || Part 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.

THE LAST DANCE – SEBASTIAN STAN X READER SMUT ONE SHOT

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

Word Count: 1999

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Author: Beast

You were mad.

You were full of anger.

It wasn't first time when he was late.

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

“Dammit, Sebastian” you sighed under your breath.

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

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

The building was located on a hill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

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

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

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

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

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

 You heard he also entered the room.

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

You snorted.

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

 Suddenly, you heard his laughter.

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

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

 You felt like redness approached your cheeks.

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

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

You felt his strong rough hands on your bare shoulders.

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

You shivered at the timbre of his voice.

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

He forced you to turn your head to him.

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

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

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

He blinked.

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

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

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

“Like you wish, honey” he smiled.

 Sebastian turned on the radio.

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

You couldn't help but giggle a bit.

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

“Put your hands on my shoulders” he advised.

You did as he was asking for.

He made the distinctive hip movement.

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

 You tried your best to repeat his movements.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I missed you..” you whispered.

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

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

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

 He laid you on the couch, pinning you down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gif: X

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