Hello! This is my story written for Bianca’s Autumn Writing Challenge (created by @fanlove-fandomlife)
I tried my best and I hope you all will like the story. Enjoy!
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Warnings: none
SUMMARY:
Pumpkin carving with Dr Strange
Author: Cass
“Well. I’m a doctor and I shouldn’t laugh, but…
Really? Pumpkins? I thought you have something different for me” Strange
shook his head in disbelief, his brow was raised as man was looking at you.
You frowned softly, looking at your mentor and rolled your
eyes annoyed.
“Yes, pumpkins. Come on. It’s October… Almost end of the month to be honest!
Halloween!” You jumped happily. “We have to get ready for it!”
“Y/N..” man sighed deeply, rubbing his temples.
“You always have been so stubborn. As you can see I’m kinda busy”
Stephen pointed at his desk, full of books and papers. “But I suppose I
can have a little break.”
You whimpered happily and hugged him tight.
„You can read and write later. Beside, we both know about your bad habit of
spending whole nights on working.”
You took his hand and pulled him to a kitchen.
You put one big pumpkin on a counter, humming happily.
“Look! This one is just perfect! We can carve this one… And later we can do
smaller one… I got only three, but they’ll look amazing in front of the
Sanctum.“
Stephen took a seat on the one of high chairs. A cunning
smile has crawled onto his lips.
"I see you’re prepared. But still scatty!” Strange let out a pearly
laugh. “Do you have a pumpkin carving tools?”
„Hey! I’m not scatty and yes. I do have tools.” You giggled.
“And! I have a keyhole Saw but… you need to open it… because I don’t have
enough strength.” You offered him saw. “Mentor? Shall you?” You asked with soft
smile.
Strange took a saw in his hands, but as soon as he did, he
put it down onto counter.
“It’s.. How to say it? Oh! Too mainstream for me” he grinned at you
and snapped his fingers.
The saw slowly floated up and became dependent several centimeters above the
counter.
You sat on high chair and giggled.
“Ohh yeees… for sure it is, Doctor.” You said and clapped your
hands, watching him.
“I can’t wait!”
“What pattern you would like to have on the biggest
pumpkin, Y/N?” Strange gave you a glance, smiling gently.
You hummed, thinking.
“A CAT! Like a big, angry cat, with its fur standing up!” You
explained. “I think it will be great, you know… Big, scary kitty
cat.”
You meowed and laughed shortly after.
Strange snapped his fingers once again and the saw started
its work.
Within several seconds the patter was ready.
“Is this what you have wanted?” Stephen stretched his fingers
delicately.
You blinked and looked at him in disbelieve.
“Stephen….”
You got up from your seat and took his hands in yours. “This is not about
magic, Mentor.” You explained and let his palms free.
You picked up the small pumpkin and handled it to him.
“Use your hands. It will be more fun.”
Stephen was hesitating for a moment.
“You good know that my hands aren’t as efficient as they used to be”
his voice was nothing more but a whisper.
“I know, but you still can give it a try… take your
time, do it slowly… Step by step.”
You said softly. “I know, that I’m just a student here and you are a
mentor… but trust me on this one.” You smiled and sat back on your
previous seat, taking other pumpkin into your hands, than you started to
prepare it for carving.
Man rubbed his beard and nodded slightly. “As they say,
if you won’t try, you’ll never know” he had been smirking at you before he
started his precise work.
You nodded, smiling widely.
“Exactly that, Mentor.”
It took you a while to get fully into your task, you were
watching Strange from time to time, but you never stopped your work. “How
it’s going?” You asked, looking at him.
“Like you see” Strange didn’t look at you, he was
focused on his work. Using a scraper, brunette was removing pulp from his
pumpkin.
“I told you that using hands will be better.” You
giggled and returned to working on your pumpkin.
After an hour you were done with your little masterpiece. It
was a simple design: big eyes and wide open mouth with sharp teeth.
“It looks like you, especially when you are angry at me…” You
picked it up and presented the pumpkin to Stephen.
“Y/N! Get back to study!” You growled deeply, trying to imitate your
mentor’s voice.
Strange couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
“Haha! Y/N! Am I that gloomy, huh?!” man poked your shoulder, shaking
his head.
He got up only to lean his upper body part on the counter.
“Don’t look at me like that, Y/N. I’m trying to do something more
advanced” his eyes were glowing mysteriously in the light of a lamp
hanging above your heads.
You laughed louder and nodded. “Not always, Mentor.
Mostly you look quite good!”
You blinked, watching him, than you cleared your throat.
“Umm… I will.. I will take cloak and I will go buy some good candles,
because we need to put them inside.”
“Don’t worry. I’m an old-fashioned man” his voice
was a mix of joy and proud. “Please, check the second cupboard counting
from the window.”
“Oh… Okay, okay.”
You nodded slowly and walked to the cupboard, you took a look into it.
You were looking for a while, but finally you found the
candles. “Got ‘em!” You yelled proudly with happiness
“C’mon. Let’s lit them” Strange waited until you set
candles into the pumpkins, then he snapped his fingers and in the same second
all candles have lit up.
You gasped gaily.
“WOW!!! I love that!” You jumped with excitement and hugged to
Stephen tightly.
Man wrapped his arm around you, he was holding his head up.
“I gotta say, I’m proud of myself.”
Stephen’s pumpkin had huge, rounded eyes and square mouth
with sharp, long teeth. But his pumpkin had also a floral ornaments all around
its oval.
You looked at his work. “WOW! You see?! I told you it
will be worth a try, and your hands weren’t a problem.” You uttered with a
voice full of pride.
“We should take them outside and arrange them in some nice way next to the
main gate.” You looked at him with smile.
“That’s the idea!” Stephen took the smaller pumpkin
into his hands.
The bigger one simply floated up in the air and started to levitate behind man,
following each of his steps.
You blinked and watched your mentor, it was a nice feeling
to see him that happy. You grabbed your pumpkin and followed Stephen outside.
You both walked outside through the main door.
Stephen took a look around, searching for a place to set pumpkins.
“Maybe there?” he pointed at the huge stone laying next to the alley.
“I think it’ll look right. What do you think, Y/N?”
You giggled and nodded your head.
“I think it will be great. Put the big one first, and then we’re gonna put
smaller next to it.” You said pointing at the place, that you thought will
be good.
Strange used his power to set the biggest pumpkin onto the
stone. He made few movements with his hands, causing the fallen leaves have
surrounded the certain point.
“Done.”
You clapped your hands eagerly as you finished setting your
pumpkin near the huge one. “Hooray! So… Mentor, I don’t want to keep you
away from your work anymore. You can go and do what you were doing
before.” You smiled at him.
“Oh! Thank you, ma’am, that in your magnanimity you’ve
let me go back to my work!” Strange placed hands on his hips, making
ironic grimace. Then, man bowed down. “Once again, thank you, ma’am!”
You laughed out loudly. “Thank you, Mentor! For making
my day.” You bowed down. “Thank you for help, for fun and for
wonderful time.” You said with great joy in your voice, being as ironic as
you only could
Sometimes it was like that.
Stephen Strange seemed to be very serious guy, standing hard on the ground. But
the truth was, that deep beneath the mask he was wearing almost for the whole
time, Stephen was a nice man, ready to play fool and prank people around him.
Strange whistled loudly.
Within few moments, his cloak has flew to him.
“Okay. Let’s see. You. Yes! You!” man looked at
his cloak.
Material shivered softly, when its owner was speaking.
“Show me. Which pumpkin is prettier? Huh? Mine? Or maybe the one that
belongs to Y/N?” Stephen chuckled darkly, being so sure of himself.
You shook your head in disbelieve. “Come on, cloak.
Show us who is better in carving pumpkins.” You said and shrugged.
Stephen crossed his arms on his chest.
“C’mon. We don’t have whole day!” he raised his voice a bit.
Cloak trembled. The crimson material flew to the place,
where the pumpkins were set.
After moment of hesitation, cloak pointed at your pumpkin.
You laughed loudly and hugged cloak, showing your tongue to
Stephen. “I knew it! I’m better!”
Strange paled, clenching his teeth.
“Oh!!! What’s that!? Even you’re against me?! I wasn’t expecting that! Bad
cloak!”
“No, no. You are a good cloak. Come on, let’s go
inside. It’s cold out here.” You sighed and shivered softly.
Stephen laughed loudly.
“Don’t worry, pal. I was joking.”
Man approached you and gave you a warm hug.
“This time the student outdid the master” brunette clapped his hands.
“And now.
Maybe a hot chocolate?” man offered you his arm.
You sighed deeply and nuzzled to him.
“Sounds like a great idea, Mentor. Let’s go inside.” You nodded your
head and took his arm.
But when you were heading to the Sanctum, the cloak decided
to take revenge for previous treatment.
Material disappeared somewhere.
You could see with the corner of your eye, how cloak disappears
in nearby bushes. You blinked a bit surprised.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” Strange stopped in a step,
glaring at you. “Wait. Have you seen..”
When man turned around to look for his cloak, the material was floating few
centimeters in front of him with its collar tightly wrapped around smaller
pumpkin.
“For Dormammu’s sake!!” Stephen yelled, automatically taking step
backward.
You only laughed and shook your head.
“You asked for this, Mentor. Let’s go inside… all three of us.” You
muttered, looking at cloak and its owner.
“Sure. It was a really nice experience for me”
Strange giggled a bit. “We definitely have to repeat this next year.”
You’re being saved from
death by Captain America himself. Is this a beginning of a serious
relationship?
Author: Ailo
Cold. Everything is cold, and glow in a weird light.
You feel hands on your back, warmth seeping out from them and right into your shirt.
“Hang on.”
You can’t make out the last words, everything is a blur and your head, your head hurts like that one morning after you drank yourself under the table. Your whole body is shaken by shivers, you can’t seem to be able to stop shivering, even when you try to take deep breaths to settle your shoulders.
So cold…
You’re being lifted up. You know because your vision suddenly swarms, and you feel nauseous. “Stop that…” you say weekly to the one responsible for your sudden unwelcome state.
You’re resting against something hard, bulky, warm, that beats in rhythm… You realize you’re being carried bride-style, the person’s arms you were in on your back and under your knees. You snuggle into the warmth, burrowing your face and the cold tip of your nose in the person’s neck. The one carrying you takes a sudden breath, heart-beat accelerating slightly against your side for a moment before returning back to its normal, steady beating. You don’t speak. Neither does the other, who just walks. Walks where exactly ? You can’t recall a destination being set, just being picked up and carried away.. and not in Disney princess style, as you can’t seem to be able to muster enough strength to open your tired eyes.
Somewhere along the way, the other’s body heat having warmed you up during the walk, you fall asleep, gripping the person’s shirt tightly into your hands, like a man at sea would a life line. And you fall, fall slowly into slumber, the steady beating of the heart acting like a lullaby, the steady and regular pace of the other rocking you to sleep.
And then everything turns to hell. You’re being put down to rest against a tree, the sound of gunshots ringing in your head. “Don’t worry” says a voice. You open your eyes, trying to get a glance of the person who you know has been taking care of you. “Everything is going to be all right… I’ll come find you after I get them off of our backs…” You can’t even nod, can’t even voice your acknowledgment to the person. You try harder to get your sight to focus and put a face on the voice. A man. That you can make out of the blur. The voice is that of a man. Yellow… a blond, then. His hair are disheveled… And then, out of nowhere, two blue orbs pop out. A blond with blue eyes then. A pretty shade of blue, at that, the color not cold but warm and making you want to trust those eyes… A smile, trying to hide the worry and the marks of fatigue on the man’s face.
“I promise I’ll be back soon.”
And then, nothing. He disappears from your vision. You can see the grey sky, heavy clouds announcing rain… It’s pretty, standing against the luscious green of the trees around you… Gunshots again. Yells. The sound of hand to hand combat. Bullets resonating against something metallic…
You hope your blue eyed savior is alright.
The gunshots stop.
You start counting… 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi… You lose count after 13, when the first drops of rain fall down onto your face.
Suddenly he is here again. Takes you back into his arms. “Miss me ?” he asks jokingly. “We’ll be safe soon.”
You don’t care. Now you know you’ll be alright. You close your eyes, let out a content sigh and bury your nose in the man’s neck once more, drifting back to sleep, only this time completely letting go…
You hear a door opening and closing seconds later. You feel good… you’re on something soft… a mattress… You’re warm again, your head doesn’t hurt as much as before…
There is a weight on your right hand.
You open your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the sunlight peaking through the curtains… You are faced by a wall. A white one.
A hospital then.
You turn your gaze to the right. The blond man is here, hands over your smaller one, head resting upon his arms.
Has he been here since you were brought in?
He looks cute, with his hair still a mess. You move your left hand you put it in his hair. He wakes up, startled by the contact. Now that you can see his face, all disoriented from waking up, you decide he is even cuter. No… handsome is more the appropriate word. He his handsome.
“Hi.”
“Hello.”
You smile. He takes both your hands in his larger ones, gripping them tightly.
“How are you?” he asks, looking you straight into the eyes. “Better than before. Thank you for saving me..”
God, how cheesy you must sound.
Even to you it sounds like a line from the romantic comedies you used to watch with your friends in high-school. You’re cut in your train of thought, when you notice him blushing.
“What about you? How are you?” “Fine.” he says, shrugging. “Did you eat?” “Yes, I had the nurse bring me a tray earlier…” “Why didn’t you leave?” you frown a bit. “Sorry?” he looks taken-aback. “Why are you still here?” you ask again.
You mentally hit yourself for your choice of words as soon as you see his expression change, he now looks lost, like a puppy who had just been kicked by its owner.
“I can leave if…” he tries to rise from his seat, hesitating. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just… I don’t understand why you’d choose to stay here while we don’t know each other.”
Fuck, you cursed in your thoughts. You are kinda pitiless to him now. And that man has saved your life..
He stiffens. “I… I don’t know… you just… I wanted to make sure…” “It’s alright.” You say softly, getting one your hands out from his grasp. You slowly put it on his cheek. “Thank you.”
It’s his turn to smile now. And that smile is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
From the moment, I first saw you, knew my heart could not be free, man’s heart skips a beat, when those thoughts forms deep in his mind as he observes you carefully with his blue eyes. I couldn’t left you there to die.
He remains silent however for a second.
“I’ve never asked you for your name..” blonde man esquires.
“Y/N” you say simply. “And does my savior has a name though?” you ask quietly, breaking the silence.
“Of course” he scoffs, blue eyes lighting up his face. “Steve. Steve Rogers.”
Bucky returns to normal life after being a part of Avengers team. One day, on the street of New York, he meets a young woman. He doesn’t know yet, that this meeting is gonna change everything he used to know.
Authors: Beast & Cass
The city was a vast, intricate, labyrinth
of noisy, streets and alleys. He could hear the incessant honking of the
vehicles even before the sun rose. Impatient businessmen who had to get to the
office, mothers who had to leave their children at their schools, facing the
puzzling challenge of navigating through the crowd of parents and children;
even some of the teachers who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel or
two before their morning classes. After every person had reached their
respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if
humungous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark
and eerie caves.
Walking down the street, Bucky could smell
the fresh batch of sweet and spicy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.
To him, it was a clear sign of the city slowly waking up.
He anticipated to see what the new day would bring for him. Maybe a new reason
to run again. Maybe an accidental meeting with someone he used to know before.
Or maybe even hope…
She was runing as fast as she only could.
“Sorry!”
That was all she could say, pushing people out of her way, no metter who it
was. She was only focused at running away from cold claws of danger.
This young woman has been betrayed by her
own family, her life full of happiness and prosperity has changed into an
elopement.
Whole city was waking up, when she was
still running, all people and smells that were catching her attention before.
were now meaningless.
All she craved was safty… A place that will be safe enough to lost
S.H.I.E.L.D’s agents that had order to find and capture her because of what she
was.
She could feel her heart pounding inside
her chest, every breath, and every step was her little prayer.
Suddenly she bumped at well-build man, and
trying not to fall onto ground, young woman instinctively caught both of his
arms. One of them felt normal, like a flesh, but the other was cold and firm.
She quickly looked around and then her glance stopped at the man.
“I’m so sorry, sir.” Woman said trying to catch her breath.
She moved away from man and continued to run.
Bucky has been taken out of reverie by
surprise.
Trying to secure the woman from falling
down, he caught her elbows and hold her firmly in the place.
“Not a prob…” he even didn’t end
his sentence, because girl has rushed to escape.
Bucky shook his head in disbelief,
murmuring something in Russian under his breath. He continued his walk down the
street, but it wasn’t long before he has been stopped again.
The familiar uniform has showed up on the
horizon and within few seconds a tall man stopped next to Bucky.
“Excuse me, have you seen a young
woman? She had grey hoodie and black pants on?” man asked, looking around.
Bucky hesitated for a moment.
First of all, he was afraid of being exposed. Secondly, he had seen a dread in
the eyes of young woman from few minutes before.
He shook his head slightly.
“No. I haven’t. Sorry.”
He was glad. He had sounded as firm as it was necessary.
Other man thanked shortly and ran further,
leaving Bucky in the middle of sidewalk.
Street was a terrible place, everyone could
see her.
For sure this weird guy told Agents, that he has seen her… And for sure he had
shown them direction.
Woman quickly jumped into alley to hide
from the crowd of main street. Maybe now she will lose them..
Girl pulled hood onto her head and started
walk slowly, looking around. Everything was so… New for her.
This was first time in her entire life, when she had to run for her life, she
couldn’t believe, that her own family wanted to get rid of her.
Her family was too high settled, their fame
and good reputation was more important than love to their daughter.
Young woman looked around and took a deep
breath, she had no idea what to do now. This whole place was filthy.
She flinched, when she stepped into mud.
“God… How could I end up like this.”
She whimpered and continued her walk.
She saw stuff, that were really far away from her standards. She used to spend
her time in beautiful places, where everything was gorgeous and expensive, but
right now she was surrounded by mud, homeless people, rats and stray animals.
From woman in dress she changed into a woman wearing the hood and trying to
escape from death.
In the same time, Bucky has made quick
shopping and headed back to his flat.
He was renting a little apartment on
Brooklyn.
It had one larger room, little kitchen and the bathroom. Nothing else, but it
was enough for him to survive.
Bucky entered his hideout and first steps
he headed to the kitchen, where he placed shopping bags on the table’s counter.
Then he walked back to the front door and man made sure he had locked them.
Bucky flopped onto the old couch, not even
taking off his leather jacket. He pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket
and he lit one, inhaling deeply with a smoke.
He couldn’t stop thinking about that young woman. Somehow she caught his
thoughts.
Cold wind made her shiver, she also wasn’t
used to such situations.
She took a deep breath and tried to think.
What to do now? Where to hide? Is this the end?
Bucky ended his cigarette and he laid down
on his couch.
Looking up at the ceiling, he was thinking of his previous life, when he used
to be part of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Now, nothing was the same anymore. Because of his arguments with Tony Stark, he
has ended being the enemy number one to everyone. Even to Steve…
Bucky didn’t realize, when he fell asleep.
She was tired, trying not to sleep was too
hard. Her eyelids were really heavy, but before she even could close her eyes,
she saw familiar uniforms somewhere in the crowd.
“No..” She whimpered scared and got up only to quickly run away.
Young woman ran into skyscraper, she tried
to knock to many doors, but most of flats were empty at this time or people
were simply ignoring her.
She tried on every floor, everytime it was
the same: people’s ignorance or emptiness.
Finally, she got onto 13th floor.
She started banging into door from local F9, which were close to the lift.
“Please! Help me! I need help! I beg you! Show some mercy!” Her voice was
nothing more than mix of fear and sob. “Please… I beg you..” Woman whimpered.
Bucky growled deeply as he has been woken
up from his dream.
Cursing under his breath, he walked to the
door and opened them wide.
“What the fuck you…” he had
been snapping for a second, but became silent shortly after. “What the
hell.. I remember you..”
She blinked, looking at man, he was like
three times bigger than her.
“I… I remember you too..”
Woman said and wanted to run away but she heard group of people, knocking and
checking doors on lower floor.
She shivered, terrified, and looked back at
man.
“Please… hide me… I beg you, don’t let them get me.” Woman whimpered, grabbing
his arms in act of desperation.
Her sight was full of fear and sadness.
When the footsteps get louder, she simply
ran into man’s flat, not paying attention to him.
Bucky blinked in a disbelief.
“Wait… What…” but before he has ended his sentence, the woman
just entered his flat without asking about his permission.
“Who do you think you are? I don’t
need any extra trouble” he hissed, closing the door.
“Please… Please, sir… Please… hide me,
protect me. I’m begging you.”
She whispered full of pure fear and panic, woman even fell onto her knees.
Her breath stopped, when she heard knocking
to the door.
“Oh… God… No…” She said quietly and quickly hide in man’s bedroom, not even
saying a word.
Bucky looked at her with a cold gaze, then
he improved his jacket and went to open the door.
“How can I help you?” he said
firmly as he opened the door.
Tall man, dressed in a S.H.I.E.L.D uniform,
gave him a little nod.
“I’m sorry. We are looking for a young fugitive. Have you seen a not too
tall woman with long dark hair, dressed in a hoodie?” man asked simply,
looking directly at Bucky.
Barnes made a grimace, like he would be
thinking deeply.
“No. I was only in the shop today. I haven’t seen anyone. No one as you’ve
described” he said calmy, but in his firm tone.
Other guy nodded slightly and thanked him,
he simply walked away, knocking to another door.
Woman stood close to bedroom’s door,
listening to every word.
She had hope that this man won’t tell them she is in his flat, he didn’t want
to have problems.
She felt guilty for putting him into such a
situation, they were complete strangers to each other and she made him deal
with S.H.I.E.L.D agents, even when she shouldn’t, but her fear and panic were
too huge to think rationally.
When man closed main door, she slowly left
his room.
“Um… Sir, I want to apologize for this. I shouldn’t do this… But my fear of
those people is too deep to behave rationally. I really should look at your
safety.” She explained slowly, taking off her hood.
Young woman looked slowly around.
“You have… nice flat… here.” She said, flinching.
Bucky was measuring her with cold glance,
his hands on his hips. “Sorry? Is that all you want to say?” he
hissed loudly, taking two huge steps towards woman. He stopped in front of her,
his face a few inches from her. “Who? Are? You?” he syllabized every
word, looking straight into her eyes.
She blinked and whimpered, shielding herself with her arms, when angry man got
closer to her. “I… I am Elizabeth… Elizabeth Bonnet… I am an art
student..” Woman whispered, even more scared. Right now she was more
afraid of him then of agents. He was visibly enraged and he had her at reach of
his fingertips.
“I didn’t ask about your name” he
simply pushed her aside with his shoulder, passing her by and flopping on
couch. “I’ve asked WHO are you. If S.H.I.E.L.D is after you, then it means
you’re not only an art student” he pulled out pack of cigarettes and lit
one.
Bucky put one leg on the other, leaning his back comfortaby on the couch. He
inhaled with choking smoke, then he exhaled it, using nose. “Don’t stay
like that, Miss Bonnet. You can take a sit. Don’t worry. I am not gonna hurt
ya.”
She let out unhappy sound, when he pushed
her aside. She turned around, rubbing her shoulder. “I do not know, what I
can tell you. They said that…. I’m a mutant.. but.. I did nothing against
them.”
Elizabeth coughed softly and waved her hand trying to blow away smoke, then she
looked at the couch. “Um… thank you, sir.”
She nodded and politely sat on the edge of the couch.
“Now I’m gonna tell you, what will
happen next.”
Bucky was focusing on the ceiling. He
didn’t even look at the woman sitting next to him.
“You can stay here. However don’t
think I’m doing this, because you took me with your begs” he chuckled
darkly, puffing his cigarette. “I’m doing this, because I have my own old
things to S.H.I.E.L.D. and because I know, how huge assholes they can be.”
He sounded a bit too antipathetical then he
had wanted.
“I have only one condition. Or maybe
two. First, you can use any thing you will find here as your own. I don’t have
problems with sharing my hideout with you, but you won’t be stepping into my
way if not necessary. And second, I need to know everything about you and you
special abilities.”
Bucky
rose from the couch and took his jacket off. The metal, bionic arm has gleamed
into the sunrays falling into thw room through huge window.
“As you can see, I am not an ordinary
person too.”
She listened to him, nodding her head at
his every word.
“O… Okay, sir and I understand, sir.”
Elizabeth bit her lips. “I… I don’t know
what to tell you… Stuff just start to float around me… and I have no control
over me.l sometimes.”
She said and shrugged.
Young woman jumped a bit scared, when he
got up from couch and took off his jacket, she looked at him with her eyes
opened wide.
“That’s why your other arm felt different, when I caught it this morning.”
He rolled his eyes, ending his cigarette.
“Yea. Probably that’s the reason.”
He went to the kitchen and came back
holding two oranges. Bucky handled one to the woman.
“I don’t want any objects to fly
around my place, okay?” he gave her a serious look. “Otherwise you’ll
be kicked out.”
He took a careful look at her. She was so
young. And she looked like a real dame.
“Hope those conditions aren’t too low
for you, Madame.” Barnes switched to his ironic voice. “And now. I
gotta go for a bit” brunette sighed lazily and went to the hanger, taking
his jacket off. “I’m gonna lock the door. Don’t let anyone in. And rest. I
bet you’re tired.”
After those words, Bucky just left.
She slowly took the orange he has offered
her.
“Thank you, sir… I can try to not make them fly… but I told you already, I
can’t control it.”
Woman looked at him a bit scared.
She frowned softly. “This comment was
redundant, sir. I am not gonna answer at such an unnecessary question.”
Elizabeth muttered, feeling offended.
Woman watched him and nodded slowly.
She sighed heavily, when he closed the door. She wasn’t used to such places.
This man tried to be ironic, but he was right, this place was way low beyond
her standards, but she couldn’t say no or run away. She had to accept those
conditions and try to fit in and live with this man in peace.
She was thinking about this for some time
before she slowly fell asleep.
Bucky stood watching the line where heaven touched earth. His wide eyes
witnessed the resounding glowing collision. Sparks lit the sky and blood
poured, as the glory of paradise descended further behind the seam of the world.
Barnes sighed deeply, wrapping leather jacket more around his shoulders. He had
spent whole day by walking around the town, thinking. Mostly about the new
situation he had been pulled into. He wasn’t sure, what to do and what to
think.
Bucky felt small as he glanced over his shoulder and saw his shadow slowly
shrinking towards his feet. He looked back to the line, only a few bright
streaks remained to signal heaven’s passing.
The sun had set.
The man had appeared out of the foliage with barely a rustle of his announcement. His clothing was weather worn and threadbare, a suggestion of a harsh life. He could see stains of questionable and queasy origins spattered here and there, dark like ink but not with the same texture, not at all. His hair was dark and greasy, his scratchy beard thick. The leer in his eyes and the crooked smirk weren’t welcoming either. He had a gun. Bucky recognized it simply because he had grown accustomed to their sight over the many years.
He was alarmed when he began to pick out more bodies emerging into sight from the darkness of the forest, some up high on overhanging precipices; several were in trees, and the rest on the ground, flanking the first man. Some had rifles. Others, pistols. He even noticed, oddly enough, some were armed with bows and arrows.
All were aimed at him.
“If this is your welcoming committee, then I shudder to think about the reception of guests you fail to successfully entertain. This is rather poor in taste, if you ask me.”
The first man, the leader of the ragtag bunch, scowled and spat out a curse at him. It took Bucky a moment to realize he had spoken Russian, the dialect heavy as the syllables growled over one another. It took him another to realize what the man had said.
“Fucking smart ass. I’ve shot men for less insult.”
He jerked the gun in his hand, pointing a vague direction for Bucky to move. Bucky didn’t. Instead, he addressed the man in his apparent native tongue. “Where are you taking me?”
The Russian was unimpressed at being addressed in his mother tongue, even if he did give pause.
“Move!”
The weapon’s hammer was cocked back for emphasis, a loud and unsettling click that cleaved the very air with its sound. He startled when one of the men suddenly pitched forward with barely a grunt and hiss of air issuing from his mouth. He fell forward, his weapon—a rifle—clattering to the forest floor with a loud clatter, tangling in the undergrowth. An arrow protruded from the Bucky man’s backside.
The Russian barked at his men, stirring them into action and they scrambled into organized chaos. The Russian turned on him, the barrel of the gun reestablished on him. He hissed away, stalking forward to close the gap between him and Bucky.
“She’s come for you, boy,” he growled, a dark light sparking in his eyes. “I’ll kill you before she gets a chance to even see your face.”
The gut punch had the taller man doubling over, wheezing heavily at the strike. Bucky wasn’t aiming to kill or maim the man, simply disarm him and relocate. The Russian’s grip on his gun hadn’t broken, but he was too busy catching his breath to notice. He never got the chance to, either.
Another arrow whizzed out from the dark and struck the Russian’s neck, punching through from back to front, an arrowhead sprouting out of his throat. The gun fell from abruptly limp fingers, and then the Russian followed suite with a strangled gurgle. Bucky stumbled back, in horror and shock. The light in the Russian’s eyes went out and he wheezed his last breath, blood bubbling from the oozing wound as he collapsed on his face.
The forest fell silent and it was in that moment he realized all the men that had appeared from nowhere were dead.
All of them.
An unsettling silence had Bucky over the forest, and the shadows around him seemed to grow darker, longer, reaching for him. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up and stood at attention while an icy shudder snaked its way down his spine.
His metal arm reached his vest’s pocket and pulled out a handy knife. The dark blade was gleaming in what little light the moon above provided. The familiar weight of a tactic vest settled around his shoulders, providing a comforting sense of security and protection as it did.
He felt eyes on him, but how many and from where, he wasn’t too sure. He just knew that whoever killed the men, they were still here. Bucky didn’t have long to wait. He whirled at the first sign of movement, but he stopped short of himself in surprise at what he faced.
It was a slip of a young woman, much smaller than he was. She was dressed sensibly enough to move fast and not allow herself to be caught up by snagged clothing. It was all form fitting without being too tight on her, she had grey tight cargo pants, a striped shirt which probably was white in the past, pair of a hiking boots. There was a bulk to her build and Bucky saw why. The silhouette of knives strapped at her sides, a rifle on a sling over her shoulder, a quiver of arrows belted at her hip, and a bow held casually in one hand, a pistol in the other. She cleared the area with the pistol, watching for any unwanted movement before holstering it at her back when she deemed it safe.
She had beautiful, big brown eyes and smooth skin. Bucky noticed a little bruise at her cheek. Her little nose was adding kind of a charm to her figure. She slowly rised her brow, glaring at him.
The woman ventured closer, her posture still tense but it had relaxed greatly in comparison to the few steps she had taken when she arrived. She was showing she wasn’t an enemy by holstering her weapons, but she would still ready at the drop of a hat to jump into action if things went south. He could sense all of that just by the way she held herself.
She slowly reached to sling the bow on a holster on her back, leaving her hands open and free. Her eyes never left him.
“These men would have killed you if I hadn’t intervened. The Solarii aren’t known for their kindness and mercy. Negotiating with them is impossible when they’ve been trained to kill without hesitation. Especially if it looks like you’re going to fight back.” She started in way of greeting. The woman tilted her head to the side. “Surprised they delayed so long in shooting you. Good thing they did. Gave me time to get here.”
He was still tongue-tied at the suddenness of the events that had transcended within the span of a few sparse minutes.
She turned, motioning for him to follow.
He trailed after her with uncertainty in his steps. “Wait… wait! Where am I? Who are these Solarii? And what’s your name?”
The woman craned her head to peer over her shoulder at him. Her gaze was steady and even, unfaltering as she studied him. They passed through the undergrowth for several minutes in silence before she answered him.
“You’re on an island called Yamatai. It’s in the Dragon’s Triangle, west of Japan. The Solarii are…shipwreck survivors. They’re a band of murderers that have laid claim to the island, killing or recruiting any men who wash up on shore. They burn any women they come across.”
A sour taste coated the back of his throat and his stomach turned uneasily at that. He didn’t remember how he’d gotten here, and he wondered if he was alone.
I think I am, but…no. Please don’t let the others be here.Steve. Sam. Natasha.
“Have…have there been any others…?” He couldn’t finish. The woman seemed to take that as a cue.
“Like you? No. You’re the only one I’ve come across, dressed as you are.”
There was little relief in her answer. It only meant he was the first, and that the others might very well be here.
The woman unclipped something from her belt and waggled the item. It was an oval-shaped device, black and ringed with perhaps a white or yellow stripe. A thin tube stuck out from its top.
“The Solarii get riled up when others are spotted on the island. No doubt they’ve already gotten on the horn and started bleating like the mindless sheep they are to others on their radios about you.” She continued as they began climbing up a small incline. The trees were thinning, and there was a path up ahead, and it looked like there was an old bridge they could cross. “You’re the only one right now. If there were others, I would have heard about them on this.”
He didn’t feel very reassured, even with that statement. A thought occurred to him.
“You never told me your name.”
They came across the bridge. It might have once been painted a pleasing, imperial crimson red, but time had taken its toll on it. Still, it was intact and spanned over the length of a small pond. The night critters had begun their hushed chorus and he had barely noticed until then.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“But then, what do I call you? My name’s James Barnes, but more often I’m called Bucky.”
When she walked, she was quiet. She moved with the purpose to be as quiet as possible. He sought to do the same, in case they ran into any more of those Solarii men. He didn’t fancy having another dozen guns pointed at his person, thank you very much.
“Lara. Lara Croft.”
He stopped halfway across the bridge, startled.
“There’s a way off?”
She paused at the end of the bridge and turned a little to view him more properly. “Yes. There’s a boat. I’ll have to fix it, but I need to take care of a few things first.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“No. I mean..” She hesitated. “Not by now at least. have a safe place where you can stay” she offered, shrugging slightly.
She eyed him a little more critically, her mouth pulling into a shrewd, thin line. “Trained fighter or not, I’m not risking a stray bullet hitting you in the head.” Lara crossed her arms at her chest, rolling her eyes. “Besides.” She took a look at his metal hand. “It shoulkd be useful to defend yourself. But you were just standing there, like a child lost in the mist” a sad smile crawled at her rosy lips as she was speaking.
Lara gave a small nod and turned, motioning him to keep following.
“I can help” he pressed insistently. “Please. At least lemme help with something. You saved me.”
“No, you can’t by now.” She said it in such a matter-of-fact tone, it grated on his nerves. He started after her, silence be damned if it meant catching up.
“And how do you know? You don’t know me, or what I can or can’t do. I can do quite a lot. I killed a lot of people..” Bucky growled loudly, streatching his metal fingers.
She glanced at him as he dropped back, his steps faltering until he stopped. “If you could kill, then you would have done so back there. Those men would have been dead before I met up with you. That’s how I know you can’t do what I need to be done by now to get us out of here. It’s kill or be killed on this island. But for now,” she looked around, sighng, “let’s get to the hideout. It’s gonna rain.”
SUMMARY: Tony is asked to make an appearance as Iron Man for Steve’s son’s b-day party. He shows up and surprises everyone.
Author: Killer raccoon
Steve asked Tony to make an appearance as Iron Man at his son’s birthday party, he planned it perfectly so that he knew Pepper would be around when he asked. He’d noticed that Tony had a more difficult time turning down personal requests when Pepper was around. First- because Tony always wanted to impress her. And second- because if Tony did decline, Steve knew that Pepper had grown very good at the art of persuasion and would find a way to convince him. Tony would sometimes decline attending things he didn’t even mind doing, just to see if he could barter with Pepper for some kind of extra reward or incentive. But Pepper was on to his tricks by now. So of course even though Tony was reluctant, making a string of his usual excuses, Pepper was able to get Tony to give in.
Tony arrived at the birthday party, on time, escorted by Pepper.
The house was decked out with every possible Iron Man decoration under the sun. Steve just rolled his eyes, like Tony needed any sort of ego boost, now his face was plastered everywhere with kids practically worshipping at his feet. But much to both Pepper and Steve’s surprise, Tony had altered his suit for the occasion to perform functions and tricks that were safe for kids, and that entertained them for almost two hours. It made Pepper smile to know that Tony had put in the extra effort for these kids, even without her pressuring him to do so. It was his own choice.
After two hours of entertainment, Tony was pretty exhausted. Entertaining kids really took it out of him, plus he still wasn’t sleeping completely. Pepper finally stepped in to relieve Iron Man of his performing duties and Tony graciously accepted her help calming down the kids who couldn’t get enough of him.
When the crowd of kids dispersed for Iron Man red velvet cake, Tony took off his suit and took a seat at a nearby table. Pepper volunteered to retrieve a piece of cake for him while he waited. It was then that Tony spotted a distressed little boy crying in the back of the yard. He looked around for some kind of adult or parent to tend to him but no one seemed to see him from where he sat in the yard. A little time passed and Tony was starting to get anxious that the boy was still unattended to. So he got up and went over to the crying child, trying to comfort him while being completely uncomfortable himself. Through choked back sobs the boy confessed that he had arrived late to the party and missed out on seeing iron man, not recognizing Tony without the suit. Tony was relieved, now this was something he could actually help the small child with.
He went and got the suit and gave the boy a private show, demonstrating the water guns he’d installed in place of the repulsor beams just for the occasion, among other silly alterations he had made. The boy began to laugh and squeal with delight. Pepper watched Tony from across the yard in awe.
The little boy beamed up at Tony and thanked him, saying he was the luckiest boy in the world because he got to hang out with Iron Man. Tony took his helmet and handed it to him, telling the boy he could keep it if he didn’t tell any of the other kids. The boy threw his arms around Tony from his sitting position and pulled Tony down into a hug, thanking him profusely and calling him his best friend. Tony tousled his hair in return and said “you bet!” then encouraged the boy to join the rest of the kids.
Pepper watched as Tony sat in the grass, starting at where the boy had sat, with a stupid grin on his face. She walked over and brought him is cake and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.
“I’m proud of sou, mrs Iron Man” she said.
They rode home in silence, Pepper gripping Tony’s hand tightly between them.
They got ready for bed separately and climbed in together. There was this pang in Pepper’s heart, playing out the whole scene she had witnessed in her head, over and over again. Tony looked so happy with that little boy. He had made that boy so happy.
They lay there in the semi-dark silence, until “I think we should have a baby!” they both blurted out at the same time.
Both of their faces lit up at the other’s confession, there was sincerity and hope in their eyes. They had a lot to talk about but they wasted no time sharing a sweet kiss, stripping each other, and practicing their baby-making skills that same night.
I hated Bucky
Barnes. He was ruining me. He sent absolutely filthy texts to me at work,
making my face flush and the afternoons long and miserable. I had to
painstakingly pick tops and accessories that covered the bruises and love marks
scattered across my neck and shoulders. My muscles were nearly always in
delightful agony from our rough sessions together. He took any opportunity that
presented itself to strip off his shirt in front of me. The pleasure he derived
from watching me blush and try to tear my eyes away far outweighed any
reservations he still had about his metal arm. He owned me and he knew it.
Although HYDRA had tried their best to snuff out James Buchanan Barnes, the
charming, cocky little shit he had been in the 40s had gradually reemerged.
Bucky and I made a habit of going to the Tower’s gym together just about every
day. He would work his body and fight his demons. He never voiced it, but I
knew he appreciated my presence. He spotted me lifting weights, pushed me on
runs and had insisted on teaching me self defense. It gave him a little peace
of mind knowing I was strong and could take care of myself. He was also greatly
amused when I constantly told him “Fight me.” after we spent a week on hand to
hand combat. Bucky was usually all business while working out, but he was in
rare form today. He spent the entire elevator ride up standing behind me,
sliding his palms up my sides and groping my ass. When we reached the gym floor
I stepped out ahead of him, dodging a very sweaty and tired looking Clint.
Bucky nodded to Clint and followed me out of the elevator, landing a resounding
slap onto my ass as he passed me.
An hour later I had collapsed to the gym floor in a puddle of sweat. Bucky was
lying on a bench across the room, pressing a bar that weighed more than two of
me. As I lay there trying to breathe normally again, I took the opportunity to
admire him. His bare chest and abdomen glistened with sweat and heaved with
exertion. His gym shorts had ridden up slightly, and the brawny muscles in his
thighs bunched as he dug his feet into the floor. His metal arm shone in the
fluorescent light. The quiet whirring sound it emitted and the delicious grunt
he huffed out with every rep made catching my breath more difficult. I was
enthralled with every move his tantalizing body made. I pushed myself up off
the floor and sauntered toward him as his bar clattered back onto the rack. He
sat up and I bit the inside of my cheek as I leaned against the machine next to
him. The veins in his forearms were bulging as he pulled his arm across his
face, swiping away sweat. A stray strand of dark brown hair had fallen from his
loose bun and was plastered to his damp neck. The sweat that had pooled in the
dip of his collarbone rolled slowly down his chest. My eyes followed as it
trickled its way to the waistband of his sweats. I swallowed heavily at the
almost overwhelming impulse to follow the wet trail with my tongue.
“Enjoyin’ the view?”
I ran my tongue over the indention my teeth had left in my lip, still ogling
him shamelessly.
“Its the only enjoyable thing about coming here.”
Bucky huffed out a short laugh and unscrewed the cap off his water bottle.
“Better quit lookin’ at me like that, doll,” he took a long gulp of water,
letting a droplet escape the corner of his mouth and trickle down his chin.
“That door doesn’t lock and I’d hate to accidentally give somebody a show.”
He sat the bottle down, fixing me with his clear blue gaze.
“You know, I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist” I purred, brazenly
meeting his intense stare.
His stubbled jaw tightened.
“But I think you have one more set left,” I smirked as I bent to grab his water
bottle, giving him a up close look at my sweat-sheened chest. I straightened,
removed the lid and took several long sips, being sure to let a significant
amount of water escape and rush down my neck and through the valley between my
breasts. Bucky blinked. I made a show of deeply swallowing and let out a
satisfied and slightly sensuous sigh. I noticed Bucky’s flesh hand twitch and I
relished in giving the teasing bastard a taste of his own medicine. I winked
cockily as I pivoted and strutted across the gym to retrieve my bag, feeling
proud of myself for finally gaining one small victory in this game we played.
As I reached the treadmill where I had haphazardly dropped my bag, I heard the
weights rattle as Bucky began to press the bar again.
Bucky was always a silent worker in the gym. Heavy huffs were the only noises
he had ever made. But the bastard was now grunting with every press. Husky,
lustful sounds that made my core flutter. They were sounds I had only heard in
moments of fiery passion. Blurred images of hot skin, gripping hands, rolling
hips and euphoric cries flashed through my mind. I slowly turned back to face
him as he brought the bar down for his last rep. He pressed it from his chest.
Bare, shining skin, every muscle straining, a pornographic sight… and then he
moaned. The fucker unabashedly moaned.
Bucky deposited the bar back onto the rack and let his arms flail to his sides.
As I stared, captivated with his immense, muscular form, his ribcage began to
bounce as he chuckled.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” I hitched my gym bag strap onto my
shoulder and glared at him.
Bucky just swung one powerful leg over the bench and stood. Pinning me with his
lecherous gaze, he crossed the room in a few long strides. He stopped close
enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body, and the sweet musk of
sweat, soap and leather surrounded me. The combination was potent. I fixed my
eyes on his and tried to ignore the intoxicating effect he had on me. I inhaled
shakily as his metal hand snuck its way to my skin.
“You can try teasin’ me doll,” his words dripped from his mouth like honey,
smooth and decadent. He drew his cool metal finger down my side. “But it’s a
game you just won’t win.”
The fog clouding my brain grew thicker the lower his hand drifted.
The tip of his finger lightly curled just under the hem of my shorts just as
his tongue dragged a short path from just below my ear to my lobe, which he
delicately caught between his teeth. I involuntarily shuddered and he instantly
stepped away. I blinked blankly into his face and exhaled sharply, my mind a
muddled mess.
Bucky winked. “See you upstairs.”
He then spun on his heel and strutted out of the gym. I gaped at his broad back
until he disappeared. The door slammed behind him, jolting me from my dazed
state. Damn him. I knew what he wanted. He expected me to fly after him, a
quivering mess of need and want, begging him to take me in every possible way.
While there is absolutely nothing wrong with being taken every which way by
Bucky Barnes, I was not going to do it this time. I was going to win a round
once.
I knew he would be in the shower, waiting for me to fling the glass door open
and pull him under the water, throwing myself onto his wet skin, skimming my
hands over every reachable inch of his chiseled form, tangling my fingers in
his dripping hair… as I always did. But not this time. I stomped toward the gym
shower, thankful that I had a tiny travel bottle of body wash and an extra
t-shirt buried in my bag. I stripped and stepped under the near scalding spray.
The water flowed through my hair and over my skin, the steam enveloping me for
the next 10 minutes as I imagined all the indulgently dirty things I was going
to do to Bucky Barnes.
I knew I didn’t have long before Bucky would come back looking for me, so I
hurriedly swept a towel over myself before shrugging on the oversized shirt. It
stuck to my still damp skin and my hair left wet spots on my shoulders. I
decided to forgo my sweaty underwear and shorts, making sure my shirt covered
my ass and held the bag strategically placed over my front. I dashed for the
elevator and prayed everyone else was otherwise engaged in the Tower. I
breathed a small sigh of relief when I arrived at Bucky’s room without
encountering any of the others. As I tapped the code to open the door, I bit my
lip, shivering at the thrill of what was about to come.
I let the door close with a bang behind me as I sauntered into the apartment,
tossing my bag onto the couch. The bedroom door flew open and a very irritated
looking Bucky stepped out. He had obviously just finished his shower. The ends
of his hair were still shedding tiny droplets of water and several small
strands stuck to his forehead. He glared at me, clearly disgruntled after being
left to shower alone. He was also naked from the waist up, only wearing
low-slung black sweatpants. Damn, if he wasn’t the most sinful looking piece of
heaven I had ever seen.
“Where did you go? Why do you look like you’ve already showe-…”
He trailed off mid sentence, noting my appearance. His eyes roved over my
figure, assessing my half dressed state.
“What are you wearing?” he asked in a low voice.
“A shirt,” I replied flippantly as I leaned over the couch, rummaging through
my bag for my water. I exaggerated the stretch, making sure he got a glimpse of
my bare ass. “Yours, actually.”
I thought I heard him growl.
“Tell me you did not come all the way up here in that.” His tone was menacingly
calm.
I straightened and faced him, tossing the cap from my bottle over my shoulder.
“I came all the way up here in this.”
Bucky’s eyes darkened. I took long swallows of water and stared back
insolently.
“What if someone had seen you? What if Tony had happened to step in with you?”
I drained the bottle. “So what?”
His jaw clenched and I grinned audaciously.
“You’re mine.”
I crossed my arms. “You don’t own me. I don’t belong to anyone”
Bucky took one slow step toward me.
“You’re mine.”
Then another.
“You’re my girl.”
Another step.
“You’re my dirty little girl. It’s my cock fillin’ your mouth and your tight
cunt. It’s my name you scream every night. No one else’s.”
He was now so close that my breasts, bare under the thin shirt, grazed his
massive chest. His soft breath in my ear contrasted with the rough stubble
scraping my cheek. I wanted to give in. To fall into him, let him ravage me and
indulge every lustful craving. But this time, even if it was just this once, he
would fall apart under me.
“You can’t resist me.”
I tilted my chin, smiling defiantly up at him. My fingertips slithered up the
inside of his right thigh and I squeezed his hardening erection. Raising up on
my toes, I giggled airily, pressing against him until my lips brushed his as I
spoke.
“You’re so right.”
Bucky’s breath hitched. I nibbled on his full bottom lip before sucking it
between my teeth. And then I abruptly pulled away, pushing past him toward the
bedroom door.
“What the hell?” he rasped behind me.
I bit back my smirk. Got him.
“Is there something you need?” I inquired sweetly as I turned to blink
innocently up at him.
Bucky growled, his metal hand lashing out to grasp the back of my neck. I
stopped its advance, clutching his forearm in front of my face. His eyes
flashed beneath his dark brow.
“I said, is there something you need?” I asked again forcefully, letting my
gaze wander from his eyes, to his inviting mouth and back up.
“You know what I need,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Tell me. “I need you.” Say it,” I murmured.
Bucky flexed his jaw. He loved being in control.
“Say please, Bucky,” I breathed alluringly, releasing his arm and running my
fingers over his stubble. “Say it and I can give you everything you want.”
He sighed softly, his crystal eyes peering into mine.
“Please… I want it.”
“Tell me you need me,” I whispered against his lips.
“I need you.”
With his throaty plea, the desire consumed me. “Well, since you asked so
nicely,” I teased as I kneeled in front of him.
I slid my palms up his powerful thighs and hooked my fingers in the waistband
of his sweats. My tongue skimmed along the line where fabric met skin from one
hip to the other. As I gently tugged them down, I placed feathery kisses on
every inch of newly revealed skin. When the pants dropped to his ankles I let
my eyes travel up his frame. He was a solid wall of taut muscle. His hungry
eyes were smoldering at me behind wisps of dark hair. He was the most gorgeous
thing I had ever seen. I kept my eyes locked on his as I took the tip in my
mouth and whimpered when the sweet taste of his precum coated my tongue.
Bucky’s eyes dilated, dark pupils nearly blacking out sky blue. He brought up
both hands to grasp my head, but I and snatched them away.
“I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Bucky arched a brow, bemused. I licked a long stripe from base to tip, still
firmly squeezing his wrists. He sucked in a tight breath.
“No touching” I ordered, dragging my lips along the underside of his cock.
I released his hands and engulfed him in my mouth. Sliding my head up and down,
slicking him and taking more and more of his length. Soon the head was hitting
the back of my throat, producing a wet, choking sound. I took in a long gasp of
air through my nose before pushing my head down, until he was fully sheathed in
my throat and my nose had almost reached the short, black curls at his base. I
swallowed around him, the walls of my throat massaging his girth. I gagged once
and sat back. Bucky was clenching and unclenching his fists, his abs tightening
with each gasping breath. I slipped a hand up the hard ridges and dragged my
nails back down. His cock muffled my mewl. My other hand wrapped around his
shaft and I began to jerk him as I sucked on the head. My tongue circled the
tip with each pull of my hand and mouth. Bucky’s head fell back. His fingers
flexed at his sides, battling the impulse to roughly grip my neck and fuck my
throat as he so often did. Frenzied gagging sounds and guttural grunts filled
the air. Saliva, forced out of the corners of my mouth with every plunge,
rolled from my chin and slid down my throat. It was all so vulgar and
everything I craved. Bucky tipped over the edge with a hoarse cry, swelling in
my mouth.
“Ah… fuck… ssshit…”
He convulsed above me as pleasure wracked his body. I pressed my palm against
him, and his warm, calloused hand gripped my wrist for support as he panted.
The other came to rest on the back of my head, thumb stroking through my hair
as I eagerly drank his load. I moaned around him, shamelessly begging him for
every last drop. He was looking down at me as I slowly released him from my
mouth. Chest heaving, pupils blown, eyes glazed over from his high.
“Now.. Lay down.”
Bucky blinked.
“What?”
I almost felt bad for impeding on his post-orgasmic bliss. Almost.
“On the couch. Lay down. Now.”
He took two steps back and lowered himself onto the couch, still looking
slightly disoriented.
“Don’t move” I murmured.
I stepped up next to him, so close my knees brushed his shoulder. I lifted the
hem of his shirt over my head, revealing my naked form underneath. The cool air
raised chill bumps on my newly exposed skin. I let the shirt drop to the floor
beside me. Bucky’s eyes never left mine as I brought one knee to rest between
his head and the back of the couch. I placed the other on the sofa’s edge and
my hands on the arm rest behind him. I could have come solely from the sight
beneath me. Bucky was gazing up at me from between my legs, his eyes blazing with
desire. His cool breath caressed my slick folds. I shoved a hand through his
soft hair and tugged his face up to my pussy.
“Make me come, Bucky.”
He didn’t have to be asked twice, immediately running his tongue from my
entrance to my clit. His hands came up to clutch my ass, burying his face in my
cunt. The harsh scraping of his stubbled jaw on my inner thighs would be well
worth it. He enclosed my bundle of nerves in his lips and began to flick his
tongue over it while sucking gently.
“Buck… Bucky, shhhit, oh god…”
My high pitched whimpers and breathy curses filled the room. Both of my hands
were twisted in his hair as I rode his pretty mouth. His fingers dug into the
flesh of my ass and he matched my rhythm, tongue stroking from my dripping
entrance to massage my clit with every roll of my hips.
“Oh fuck… don’t stop… I’m so close, baby” I panted breathlessly.
Bucky groaned against my sex and my legs trembled. His rough flesh hand
stretched up and tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. He wrenched my
head down, arching my body back over him. His cybernetic arm wound around my
waist, firmly holding my pussy to his lips, working my cunt for all he was
worth. Alternating between delicately nibbling and sucking my clit, he landed a
sharp slap to the back of my thigh that sent me spiraling into bliss. I trapped
his head with my legs as I shuddered in pleasure. His unyielding hold on my
hair kept me bent backward, broken and raspy screams falling from my throat.
Eventually my muscles slackened and my cries faded to elated gasps. Bucky’s
mouth lingered against my glistening folds, the tip of his tongue lazily lapped
at my pulsing clit. His swollen lips kissed gingerly, and gentle tremors shook
my body as I floated back to earth. I crawled down his body until I was
straddling his waist, clasping the back of his neck with one hand and splaying
the other through his long hair. He sighed at the sensation and I pressed my
lips to his full mouth. His face was soaked with my orgasm. The taste of my
arousal on his hot tongue drove me wild, and the moan that surged from my
throat was swallowed by his fervid kisses. I was on fire, burning with the need
to be surrounded by him, filled by him. I tugged his hair, yanking his head
back and exposing his neck to my wandering lips.
“Do you want me, baby?” I whispered, my tongue gliding out to taste his skin.
“You want to fuck me into this couch?”
A low moan rumbled in Bucky’s chest as he sat upright. He wrapped his cool
metal arm around my hips, crushing my soft frame to his hard body. His other
hand skimmed up my side and clamped onto the back of my neck. My palms grabbed
at his shoulders as he stood from the couch, his massive strength sweeping me
up as if I was weightless. He turned, delving his tongue into my mouth. I
captured it between my lips and sucked lightly.
“Put your mouth on me.”
He obeyed instantly, dipping his head to slide his lips up the column of my
throat.
“Yes, baby… so good,” I whimpered as Bucky ventured lower, sealing his mouth
onto my nipple, biting softly. “So good for me.”
“Take me, James,” I purred. “I want you inside me.”
Bracing one hand against the arm of the couch, Bucky guided himself to my
opening, swiping his length back and forth through my wetness.
“Now, Bucky,” I pushed, digging my fingertips into his ribs and wrapping my
legs around the back of his thighs.
With a throaty groan, he plunged forward, burying himself fully in one thrust.
With both hands grasping the armrest, he ground his hips against mine, driving
as deep as he could. All the air flew from my lungs as slammed into me with all
the power behind his hips and arms. With each punishing snap of his hips, he
hit a spot that made my head spin and my walls seize around his thick cock.
“Yes, god… oh fuck, Bucky!” I screamed, clinging to him for dear life.
Blinding ecstasy swept my body. His breaths came in irregular heaves and every
muscle was trembling. I knew he was close to coming undone all over again.
“No. Not yet.”
“What?” he grated out.
“You’re not done yet,” I gasped, reaching down to the firm flesh of his ass,
jerking him flush against me. “I want more. Give me one more.”
Bucky growled harshly and pulled himself from me. His hair was falling around
his face, casting dark shadows across his glinting eyes. Sitting back on his
knees, he towered above me, making a ferocious sight. Snatching my ankle, he
hoist my right leg onto his metal shoulder. As he sank himself once more into
my pulsating cunt, he tossed my left leg over the other. He planted his palms
on either side of my head, his bulk forcing me into the cushions. Slipping
completely from me before ramming his length deep into my center, he
desperately drove me toward my undoing. My knees were pinned against my
shoulders, and with every unforgiving thrust, Bucky reached a place within me
he had never been.
“Don’t forget to breathe, darlin’.” His voice was strained, betraying his
struggle to keep his own end at bay.
He held my gaze as our bodies, slick with sweat, fused together again and
again. Hair wisped against my face and each breath he took fanned across my
skin. I choked for air and clung to his immovable arms. His name was the only
word I knew and it fell from my lips in broken gasps and moans, over and over
with each euphoric surge that wrecked my body. As I writhed below him, Bucky
lost control over his climax.
His body went rigid and his cock throbbed inside me. I felt the rush of warmth
spread through my core. Prayers, pleas and profanities spilled from his mouth.
With one final rough cry, Bucky collapsed on top of me. His forehead rested on
my breastbone as he struggled for breath. My eyes drifted closed and I tenderly
carded my fingers through his hair as we basked in paradise together.
“Look at me.”
His cerulean eyes peered into mine, so trusting and vulnerable.
Summary: After all scary events your life may become calm. Words: 1973 Warnings: none Author: Cass
You could see this. Sun rising on the sky, slowly changing black night into a bright day. Through small window you could see how they were preparing everything, one sight at the gallows made your stomach hurt. Just the imagine of you… hanging there made you sick. Your stomach hurt, your heart was beating faster, you had problems with catching a proper breath, your mind was one big mess.
“What will happen with me later?” “What my parents will say?” “This is the end..” “I don’t wanna die.” All those thoughts, they were loud like a war drum in your head.
You sat on the floor and pulled your legs to your chest, trying to calm yourself down.
“It’s okay… He is gonna come. He would never leave me. He loves me…” You kept repeating those words to calm down your mind.
And you were right. He was gonna come, but he had to plan everything. Ezio didn’t plan to kill whole prison to get you out. He wanted show everyone, that you are assassin’s property that no one can touch or hurt. They had to know that you were under their protection.
He wanted to prove you that you don’t need to be scared. His plan was simple. Assassins kill guards and he kill your executioner and get you, than make sure you will be safe.
You felt cold shivers going through your body when door to your cell hes been opened. Two guards smiled rudely at you. They grabbed your arm and dragged you out of cell. You tried your best to release yourself from their strong grips, you tried to kick and jerk but nothing helped, they were too strong for you.
They took you to the same place from last time… dark cell, few candles and the same old, wooden chair, stained with blood of others that had the “pleasure” to visit this place. You looked around when guards threw you onto this chair.
Then you saw him, he was a commandant of this place. He send you the same smile as guards before.
“Soo, I see you again… Listen, I’m sure you know what fate waits on you outside, so better talk now and I will change my decision”
“No! I will never betray my assassins! NEVER!”
Man only shook his head and slowly put on leather glows. You good knew what this meant…
Man smiled at you rising his hand. “Than suffer for your assassins, slut!” He said and hit you in the face.
The wave of pain moved through your body, even when range of pain was your cheek that become red and swollen from the force of impact. You felt tears in your eyes but you stayed as brave as you could, you saved assassin’s lifes not once. You were brave for them because you knew they will pay all their debts.
Hit, hit, hit another hit, hit after hit was aimed into your already aching face.
“Where are they! Where?! No one will come to safe you.”
Man growled and sighed heavily. He looked at you, all he saw was pathetic, beaten up woman.
“Take her, we will see each other later.” He said and looked away. Guards dragged you back to cell and closed door behind you.
You sighed and again looked outside, you saw how people started to gather up around the gallows. You felt like something squeeze your throat… was it again an imagine of you hanging there.
You felt like with every minute you were closer to your end. What if this man was right, what if they left you, what if this was really your end.
One thing made your heart stop… you saw them… older woman and man… You recognized them, your parents. Two the most important people in your life, people who gave you everything. You felt even worst.
You put your hand between bars and whimpered.
“Mamma! Papà!”
Somehow your mom looked into your direction, she quickly pulled her husband by hand and ran to your window.
“Dio mio! My child…”
She took your bruised hand and put it on her cheek.
“What have you done…”
“Is it true?! You really helped those assassins?!” Your father growled. “How could you? This is such a shame for us! For whole family!”
“Stop it! Looked at her.” Your mother yelled at him.
You looked at them both, with tears in eyes.
“I really… I didn’t… I wanted to… I had to… please forgive me.”
“There is no forgiveness for you.” Man said. “You deserve the same fate like every assassin.” He said and walked away.
Woman looked at you.
“Is it about him, about this man?” She asked looking at tears on your cheeks.
You only nodded feeling how words got stuck in your throat. “Yes… He is one of them, I was helping them. Sorry Madre, I love him.”
Woman smiled sadly and put hand between bars to stroke your cheek. “Mother always forgive, I love you my child.” She kissed your hand and slowly walked away.
You felt terrible, you just slide onto floor and started cry, you felt like you really changed.
They came for you, again two guards, they brought black cape for you. One of man put it around your shoulders and put hood on your head. They pushed you out of cell, but you didn’t break. You tried to keep some self pride. You walked, like a lady, listening to all screams, you didn’t pay attention to stuff that were threw into your direction.
You walked onto platform and listened how judge was reading your judgments. “Do you have anything to say before your die?” man asked.
You took deep breath.
“I did nothing wrong! I helped people that really needed this. People which we all need!” You yelled only to meet angry screams from people.
You looked at all of them, you saw your parents somewhere in the crowd. You mother was crying when your father stayed still.
Then you felt thick rope that executioner put onto your throat, he even didn’t take off hood from your head.
Suddenly there were some moves in crowd, white hoods! Your heart started beating faster, not from fear but happiness, now you felt safe. You watched how few guards disappeared and were replaced with assassins in guard’s uniforms. One of them winked at you when small knife threw from crowd, weakened rope.
“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], I sentence you to death!” judge yelled.
Your executioner pulled the lever.
The hole under you opened up but you just fell down because rope wasn’t now strong enough to hold your weight. You looked out from the hole to see Ezio quickly killing judge and executioner.
People watched everything terrified.
“People of Rome!”
He yelled and helped you get out from hole. “This woman is under my protection. You touch her – you’re gonna have to fight with me!” He yelled. “I wanna you all to know that. No matter who you are, normal citizen or a soldier. You can’t touch her!”
After that Ezio got onto his horse and helped you got there too. “Let’s go home” He said quietly.
Ezio jumped off of his horse and took you into his arms.
“What they have done to you?” He said and opened door to his hideout. There were few assassins, they all looked at you and with smile on their faces.
You could saw and feel how happy they were that they saw you again, you heard so many nice words from them. Your man only smiled at you.
“Let’s go take care of you.”
It took him few hours to fully wash your body and properly take care of you, every touch made you shiver.
Ezio gently touched your cheek “You are safe now. No one is gonna touch you ever again.” He said and kissed you softly. You only whimpered happily and kissed him back. Now you really felt safe like never before.
It took you two months to return to your condition. This two months some showed you how much you did for brotherhood, Sometimes you were walking next to Ezio but sometimes not. No matter of that you always could see ready breakfast, it wasn’t always perfect but you could see that assassins tried their best, they were always offering their help, they were bringing you flowers, they were making shopping for you. Assassins were coming to you only to check if you feel okay and to make sure you aren’t sick or hungry. It was so sweet from their side. Now you knew what you were for them.
But still the most important from them was your man, Ezio tried be with you as often as possible. You loved to lie down to sleep next to him and in the same way to wake up. He always made sure you fell okay and that all your injuries healed properly, he made sure you feel safe.
After few days you walked to Ezio and nuzzled to him.
“What are you doing?” You asked quietly.
He smiled and pulled you onto his laps.
“Just planning… I try to find something about Zaccheo [Y/L/N]” Ezio said and stroked your hair. “He is a Templar.”
You blinked and looked at him shocked. “Zaccheo [Y/L/N]…?”
Ezio only nodded. “Something’s wrong?”
“He… He is my father..” You said “But… But he can’t… I mean… God, it would explain his… his behavior two months ago… He was oddly happy that they will hang me…”
Ezio looked at you confused.
“What are you talking about..?”
“My parents found me right before execution. My father… He said that they should hang me because I worked with assassins.” You said. “But he… I would… I never thought that he may be a templar.”
“[Y/N]…” Ezio started, “I’m sorry but… I need to take care of him. He is dangerous… For all of us…” He said and touched your cheek gently. “I’m really sorry…”
Ezio spend whole night, calming you down but finally you started undstood. That this really needed to happen. You agreed and you did this because you decided to stay with assassins.
You watched how Ezio was leaving hideout to do “his mission”, you knew he was going to get your father. You were scared even when he promised he won’t touch your mother. You trusted him.
You didn’t sleep that night, you waited only to see him and to hear that he did this. When he returned, he looked weird.
“What happened.” You asked.
Ezio looked at you.
“Hey, So… It’s over, Just your father… He Said ‘I’m not afraid of death. I could see why The Order is important. You, assassins pull good people onto bad way. My daughter is a good example of it.’ I never..” Ezio Shivered ” I… i never thought about that in such way.”
You walked to him.
“Ezio… you all did nothing. I joined because I wanted to, no one forced me to anything.” You said and looked at him.
He smiled sadly and hugged you tightly.
“I love you… I will always protect you but… now I want you to pack some stuff. We are leaving Rome tomorrow’s morning. Don’t ask where we are going… you will see.” He said and kissed you.
You returned the kiss and nodded.
At morning you both were ready. Your horse followed Ezio’s horse. You had no idea where are you were going, but you honestly wanted to leave the city. Your direction was unknown but you were with your man and everything bad stayed in Rome. You felt good with this.
Since this day your life got crazy as hell but finally after long time everything become normal. Ezio took off his hood on forever and you became his wife.
A/N: Hi. Beast had inspired me to write
this little smut and I have to admit it was a great fun for me to write it.
Also, I was listening to the song with a nice climate (it’s my subjective
opinion of course). Schiller – I feel you♥
That night I went out, trying to get rid of all
my problems, trying to forget about them.
Plan was simple – get out to have a drink in local bar, maybe dance a bit and
then come back to home. And I almost accomplished all things I had on my list.
ALMOST.
I was sitting at the bar, in my tight black dress I used to wear only for
special occasions. But hell, wasn’t it a special occasion that I wanted to get
drunk to forget about that fucking asshole he used to call himself my boyfriend
and who had slept with my best friend? For me it was enough as a reason.
I had my red high hills on along with red leather jacket on my shoulders.
What? I wanted to look classy. Yes, I can agree that I might look a bit like a
cheap slut, but let’s be honest – every single girl has something from a slut
deep inside. It might be wild fantasies or the way you are dealing with your
sexuality, wearing strong makeup or defiant clothes. Sometimes you’re doing it
subconsciously, sometimes taking all responsibility for that. But yes. You want
to look good and to make men lose their heads for you. So did I.
When I was drinking my fourth glass of whiskey with cola, I felt someone was
watching me.
I gently looked around above my shoulder and I saw two men I was not expecting
to meet in such place.
Steven Grant Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes.
I send them a brief smile and I returned to sipping on my alcohol.
I still could feel their eyes on me. Hell, it was kinda… Exciting.
I felt how fast I was getting drunk. But suddenly my heart stopped within
second.
It was when I felt a rough hand on my tight.
“I feel you” strong voice whispered straight into my ear. His hot
breath hit back of my neck and I shivered slightly, feeling how excitement was
growing in me.
I bit my lover lip and held my breath for few seconds.
Few moments later I felt a pair of heated lips on my neck and I let out a quiet
moan.
I turned my head a bit to look at my left side.
I saw how Bucky was taking seat next to me at the one of high bar chairs.
“What are ya doin’ here alone, little one?” I heard same voice, which
I have heard earlier. I knew it was no one else but Steve Rogers. Captain
America himself.
“I’m having a nice evening” I smirked.
I cursed myself in my thoughts for that statement. It sounded like a confession
of a frustrated teenager.
“Oh, are ya?” Bucky laughed loudly, finishing his drink and putting
his glass on the counter. “It’s not a safe place, especially for such a
cutie.”
I looked into his pale blue eyes and gave a little nod.
“Maybe. But I’m a brave girl.”
I saw, how they exchanged glances between each other.
Second later I felt Steve’s chin on my bare shoulder. It scratched a bit
because of his beard.
“Mind to end this evening with us?” he asked, ending his sentence by
leaving a kiss on my earlobe. “You won’t regret it, sweetheart.”
I didn’t want to admit it in front of myself then, but his deep voice, the way
he was talking and the touch of his hand on my thigh just made me wet.
I only nodded, biting on my lower lip again.
“Tell us your name, babe” Bucky reached his metal hand towards me and
ran his metal fingers through my hair.
“Y/N” I said quietly, almost whispering.
“Y/N…. Perfect name for such a cutie..” Steve murmured deeply, his
lips still were on the back of my neck.
“Thanks, boys” I chuckled softly,
closing my eyes while I was finishing my whiskey.
“You won’t ask for our names, huh?” Steve’s hand traveled up my thigh
and after a while I felt like his fingers have been slipped under satin
material of my dress. I hummed lovingly.
I good knew he could easily tell by reactions of my body, that I was turned on.
All my muscles were tensed at that moment.
“I don’t have to ask. I know you. Both of you” my voice was nothing
more but a whisper. “James Barnes” I looked at Bucky, “and Steve
Rogers” I moved my hand to briefly ran my fingers along Steve’s hand,
which was still resting on my thigh.
“Well, well” Bucky smirked, slipping his metal fingers into his hair.
“As I see we’re recognizable up here, pal” Bucky’s blue eyes slided
over upper part of my body to stop at Steve’s steel one.
Cap sighed deeply, I felt the smell of strong cognac on my cheek.
“So, how it’s gonna be, babygirl?” Bucky leaned over to me and he
placed a short kiss on my lips, without any signs of hesitation. I didn’t
protest at all, just improved my position a bit.
I didn’t care if anyone was watching.
I didn’t pay attention to jealous gazes.
I didn’t want anything else but to go out of the bar and get laid with them. It
was my main goal.
I gave kiss back, as disjointed as it was.
I gasped for air, because Bucky left me breathless after that little kiss. I
wanted more.
I was a bit drunk. But I didn’t care.
I grabbed Bucky by a collar of his leather jacket and I pulled him closer to
me, then I slowly kissed his hot lips, enjoying the roughness of his beard at
my face. I decided to be more like a real coquette, so I let my tongue to be
slipped into his mouth boldly, and after his humming I could tell he liked
that.
At the same time I moaned quietly as I felt strong hand moving up my inner
thigh and second later I felt skillful fingers, which were playing with my lacy
panties. They have been slipped under material and I had to control myself from
groaning.
I was still kissing Bucky, my hand has been placed at one of his knees, I had
to support my body balance somehow and it was the most effective way to do so.
Bucky’s tongue was happily dancing with mine as Steve’s fingers were making
little circles around my yet dripping pussy.
When we ended the kiss, I felt Steve’s hand on my cheek. He forced me to turn
my head to him so he could taste my lips too. His kiss was strong and full of
passion.
I moaned quietly in his lips when I felt like his fingers have been taken away
from my pussy.
Steve looked at me and slowly but surely he placed his fingers which he used to
play with me into his mouth. Blonde man briefly licked over them, smiling at
his friend.
“C’mon. Don’t waste our time” Bucky winked at Steve and they both got
off their chairs. “Shall we, babe?” Bucky glanced at me.
He didn’t have to repeat twice.
“Sure” I also got up and took my little bag from the counter.
“Lead the way, guys.”
The air was stifling. Sweltering. Hazy with the aura of sex. The frenzied
gagging, slapping, and squelching along with animalistic growls, deep groans
and hoarse mewls resonated deafeningly through the otherwise silent compound.
The scent of my flowing arousal and the sounds of our carnal lust overflowed
from the confines of the room’s four walls; anyone on this side of the building
would all but see our frantic coupling.
My skin was damp. Dewy. Saturated with moisture from my own body as well as the
two frames I was crushed between. Saliva, sweat and slick. Perspiration dripped
from the hair that hung over Steve’s forehead. It ran down Bucky’s neck,
trickling through every crevice of his chiseled chest and abdomen. With every
push and pull, their fluids fell to mingle with my own. Spittle was forced from
my mouth with each plunge of Steve’s length into my mouth. His hand clamped
firmly onto the back of my neck, and every time he pushed himself into my
throat, more cascaded down my chin and neck. Bucky’s thick shaft drove into me
at a turbulent pace as his metal fingers rolled my clit, and my pleasure seeped
down my thighs.
The pain was present. Perfect. Clouding my mind and overwhelming my senses. The
effort to keep from being choked on Steve’s member stole my breath. Bucky’s
girth stretched my walls and ground deep against my cervix, making my body
thrash each time he sunk himself fully inside me. Each powerful drive of his
hips forced me into Steve, nearly strangling me on his cock. Their grips were
unforgiving. Both of Steve’s hands fisted my hair. Bucky’s fingers dug into my
shoulder. My roots strained and bruises formed on my skin as they played tug of
war with my body. It was so much. But not enough. It was never enough.
The end was furious. Ferocious. Bucky and Steve dragging me with them as they
ravenously chased the gratification of their insatiable hunger. Steve achieved
his high first. His heaving breaths became strained warnings.
His cock throbbed against my tongue and released spurt after spurt of thick cum
down my throat. He slumped forward, one bulging arm supporting his weight, and
his other hand held my neck unrelentingly until I had swallowed all he had
given me.
“Shit! Good girl. Such a good, good girl..” he groaned as he continued to
convulse above me. Finally he fell back onto his haunches, although his fingers
remained in my hair, stroking gently as I gasped for air. The moans now fell
unrestricted from my lips as Bucky neared his end, his thrusts becoming more
savage.
“Buck, flip her over.”
Bucky ignored him momentarily, his head falling backward as he gripped my hips
and pulled me back onto his length mercilessly. My arms came out from under me.
“Bucky. TURN HER OVER” Captain Rogers commanded again.
A feral growl ripped from Bucky’s throat as he wrenched himself from me. He
stepped off the bed and yanked me to the edge by my ankle, leaving yet another
bruise. Before I could draw another breath I was rolled onto my back with my
legs hooked over Bucky’s forearms. He grasped my hips, burying himself deep
inside my pulsating cunt. He was close. The brutal snaps of his hips became
erratic, his eyes squeezed closed and his mouth fell open. Steve fell beside
me. His fingers went to my bundle of nerves, pinching, rolling, circling. His
beautiful lips pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. My back
arched off the bed and every muscle contracted. Bucky moaned in response.
“Oh God… Hell… Fuck, fuck babe!”
His guttural cries and his hot release spilling into me were enough.
I lost myself to the ecstasy, screaming both their names for anyone to hear.
“Bucky! Steve!” I was only able to cry their names, desperately.
Steve slid his fingers into my clenching cunt and drew every last euphoric
tremor from my body as Bucky continued to pulse within me. I shuddered one
final time as they both slipped from me, leaving me empty but completely
fulfilled. My eyes languidly drifted closed as Steve pulled my lips to his own.
He brushed his fingers over my cheek as he softly brought me back to reality.
Bucky fell to his knees at the foot of the bed. His thumbs danced over my hip
bones and he placed faint kisses across my stomach as he knelt there, thanking
me.
I basked in the satisfied exhaustion, relishing in their caresses. I felt Steve
move behind me, and I hummed as he hoisted me up, resting my back against his
hard chest. My head lolled to the side and his tongue trailed up my neck. Hot
breath blew over my dripping folds before Bucky’s teeth nipped at my inner
thigh, scratching my smooth skin with his rough beard.
I closed my eyes, smiling softly.
I knew it will be a long night. And fuck. I
have wanted it to last forever.
Summary: Your quiet life quickly get complicated Words: 1712 Warnings: none Author: Cass
It was a month since you met Ezio again and you two were together now.
You were happy. You finally felt alive.
Taking care of assassins was something good for you. You were busy but never alone, assassins appreciated your work.
Your duty was to take care of every Ezio’s assassin. Sometimes assassins were coming to you, they were sick or hurt. You were patching their wounds or you were making sure they will recover really quick from any sickness. It was hard, some assassins were stubborn as hell,sicknessa tough task to keep them in bed.
The nicest work was when assassins were coming to you to get something to eat. It was nice to cook for more than one person. You were cooking for everyone, for sick and hurt assassins and of course for hungry assassins
Sometimes it was hard. Some nights you had to stay awake. Just like one night when you peacefully slept in your bed, dressed only in your [Y/F/C] nightgown. Suddenly your arm was grabbed and sshakd.
“[Y/N] wake up… please…” You good knew this voice, it was Ezio.
You looked at him.
“What is it…?” You muttered and sat up, rubbing your eyes.
“We need your help..” He said and looked over his shoulder, shoulde same and looked behind him. Two of his assassins were holding the third man. He was badly hurt… really really badly. You blinked in shock and looked back at Ezio. “Something has went wrong? Take him to free room, undress him, Ezio, take my bag and go with them… I will dress up and join you really quickly.” You only said and everyone listened to you. Taking care of assassin’s wounds took you many hours.
You spend whole night, sitting on bed next to the hurt man, making sure everything is okay.
Ezio walked into room.
“Tesoro… come to bed, you need some rest.”
You only shook your head.
“I will be fine. I need to make sure… that he won’t die.”
Man only sighed and walked to you, he kissed your forehead, stroking your cheek.
“Bene, but please as soon as he will be fine. You have to take care of yourself. Buona note.”
“Buona note, my love.” You said quietly.
It was the worst night ever but you loved this work, many assassins were thankful because you saved their lives. You often talked with your friend who was a doctor, he was teaching you new stuff what made you only better in your work.
You also felt happy from different reason and it was because you were with Ezio, you two were together and this made you really happy. He was always making sure you are safe. No matter what it was, a walk, small trip for shopping, meeting with friends, always two assassins were somewhere close, keeping their eyes on you.
Ezio even made sure, that you got your choker. Simple black ribbon with silver assassin’s emblem.
This was your life now. No matter how hard it was sometimes, you loved it in the way it was.
You were walking around your living room, reading book. Nothing interesting, some medical stuff from your friend. You were just walking and repeating words from pages, you were trying your best to memorize them.
Suddenly someone grabbed your waist and picked you up, you let out a loud, scared whimper and you were scared until you saw who it was.
It was Ezio with happy smile on his face, you looked at him and laughed. “Ezio… Don’t scare me like this, please.”
“Scusami.” He said simply and kissed you.
You kissed him back and slowly took off his hood. “I missed you…” You said quietly.
Ezio put you back onto floor and hugged you tightly. “I missed you too so much.” He tried to hug you even tighter but he only hissed.
You blinked surprised, than you looked at him, frowning. “What did you do?” You asked angrily.
“Me? Nothing!” He said and smiled at you, “alright, alright… I just got stabbed few time.”
You rolled your eyes annoyed. “Sit.” You growled and went to find your bag.
Ezio sat down on your bed. “Don’t be mad, mi amore.” He said and started undress himself.
“Il mio bel, idiota.” You growled and stared dressing his wounds.
“They started looking for you…” Ezio looked at you, he seemed to be worried.
You were gently cleaning his woubes, you looked at him. “For me…?”
“Well… Not particulary but they know that there is someone in the city. Someone who helps us, they slowly try to look for this person…”
You shivered. “But… what I will do now..” You said deeply scared. You were brave, but not brave enough to stand still about possibility of being captured.
“Don’t worry, you will be safe. I premise.”
~~ Few days later~~
You took your basket and left your house. You walked trough calm streets of Rome, looking around at houses, people, at the whole world which was surrounding you.
You felt a bit weird. Ezio left you again to take care of some ‘important stuff’, you hated it because he was always leaving you under care of his assassins and the truth was you needed him the most.
You looked around, this weird feeling on the back of your neck was still presence. No one, only two assassins on the roof, but around you… no one. No suspicious people. You took deep scared breath and continued your walk, no matter how fast you were walking this feeling didn’t left you. For sure it wasn’t because of assassins, you were already used to their presence, it was something different and you could felt it in your bones. You only shook your head and walked even faster to do shopping and go back to home as quick as it was possible. Was it paranoia or you just lost the habit of feeling good around normal people, knowing your position now?
You got everything that you needed, Some food, medicines and fabrics. You were looking around whole time. But no one was after you, all you could see were people, normal people and guards that were walking around the streets. Everything was extraordinary.
“I think it’s paranoia..” You muttered to yourself when you opened door to your house. It was when you saw both of your “protectors” on the ground, they were probably dead, but this wasn’t the thing that scared you the most.
There was five heavily armoured soldiers and their captain. Man looked at you hardly. “As I can see, we were right. This place really is an assassin’s hideout, and you need to be their “famous” slut.”
Man growled, walking closer to you. “You are arrested. As a traitor!” man ripped off necklace from your neck.
You wanted to fight, oh so badly, but you know you had no chance. If you would start a fight, you would die. Being arrested was ‘better’ option in your situation. You only looked at man, growling under your breath.
He smiled and grabbed your cheek. “You won’t try be so strong later.” Man said. “Take her!” He ordered to his men and left your house.
Soldiers were really harsh with you. They put tight rough ropes on your hands and pushed you out of the house.
The walk to the prison… was terrible, every person, no matter if you know these people or not. They were looking at you, frowning, whispering between each others, turning their back to you.
You felt bad but, you also knew you were doing the right thing. No matter what people were thinking.
People in prison tried to pull out information from you. Cold water, beating up, intimidation… nothing made you talk. Maybe it was a mistake for you not to talk, but you knew you had to stay loyal to Assassins.
By the end of the day you were threw into a small cell, filled with mud and old hay. Your once beautiful dress was destroyed, your hair was a mess, your face was completely devastated, just like the rest of your body.
You whimpered, when you tried to got up from floor, but all you could do was getting onto your knees and hands. You looked around and saw an old matters, stained with blood and with other fluids you didn’t want to know about.
You forced yourself to move. You slowly laid down on your new ‘bed’ thinking about what will happen next. Will Ezio return on time? Or maybe his assassins will make him go back… or maybe they will help you? Maybe you will die here? What will happen tomorrow? What they will do to you next time?
All those questions filled your head, you were scared, but also full of faith, even when strong pain was filling your body.
Next day everything has been repeated: tortures, questions, tortures, questions… over and over again.
In the end of the day, you were just laying on your bed, listening to screams and guard’s talks. The thing that you heard frizzed your blood.
“What with that assassin’s woman. The one that was helping them?” “You didn’t heard. She don’t want to talk. She will be hanged tomorrow.” “Why so quick?” “Captain is mad. I think he has a plan. I have no idea.”
You could feel tears in your eyes you didn’t want to break down, especially not now…
“Where is she?!” Ezio yelled loudly. His voice was full of fear and anger, his eyes were full of rage. “How could you let something like this happen to her!?”
Assassins that were supposed to protect you looked at each other, one of them started to talk.
“We… We tried, but…”
“They were awaiting…” The other one finished. “We didn’t have any chances..”
“Imbecilli! You two have to find her. And tell me where is she. Understand?” He asked frowning.
Both man nodded and quickly ran out of house.
Ezio sighed heavily and looked around your devastated house. He felt so bad now, just every place reminded him about every single good moment with you.
He slowly sat down and rubbed his face.
“I will find you… I promise.” He said quietly to himself, clenching his hands into a fists.
A/N: Hey guys. I just wanna say that writing of next part… may take a while… Reason:
I’m really sorry guys but I want finish game when I still have too much of free time but I promise I will try write as fast as I will be able to 😉
It wasn’t because she had any question
about her feelings for him, or even any question about his for her. It was just
a big change for both of them. They both had so much at stake- they had
gradually become the center of each other’s universe, so to speak. Well, she
knew Tony would always be his own gravitational force. But she also knew that
he needed her, even if his world didn’t revolve around her, it couldn’t exist
without her either. They both had a lot to lose.
Tony was being a gentleman, waiting
patiently for Pepper to be ready for intercourse- even if it was really hard
for him. Of course that didn’t mean they didn’t have some fun together. They
were adults with a decade long relationship who were in love and very sexually
attracted to one another. But Tony always stopped himself before it got too
far, or else he feared it would be impossible to stop and he didn’t want to be
a jerk or get testy with her.
Pepper had spent the night several times,
but they mostly kissed, fooled around and slept tangled together. He hated when
she left for the night so even if it was incredibly difficult to keep his hands
to himself it was better than her leaving him alone every night.
After the invasion of New York, all bets were off, everything
changed-including Tony. He almost died and Pepper didn’t want any regrets. She
wanted to anchor Tony to something solid and good, he seemed worried and a
little more distant. She wanted to take him in her arms and make him feel safe
and loved and show him that she believed in his commitment to her. She began
spending almost every night with him-afraid to leave him alone.
It had been a week since the attack. They
both had long days of work but Tony was focused on upgrading his suit for the
next potential threat and she had to drag him from the workshop up to clean up
for bed. She laid out his sweats for him and changed in the bathroom. He laid
in bed, waiting for her to return, he was always happy she was there. When she
joins him on the bed he immediately begins kissing her. It isn’t too much or an
unwelcome advance, she needs him too.
He touches a bit of bare skin on her hip
between her pajama pants and where her tank top has ridden up to expose her
tummy, he’s stroking it gently before he drags his rough fingers across the
expanse of her midriff to the front of her stomach, right above her low hanging
pants. His touch is like fire on her skin, he pauses. She leans up and whispers
in his ear “don’t stop there- please don’t stop.”
He pulls back and stares at her, mouth
slightly ajar. She nods a little. She is ready.
He leans back down and kisses her again,
slowly but deeply. When he pulls back, he sits up a little so he can position himself
to remove her pants. She lifts her hips to accommodate his movement and he
swears he can hear his own pulse pounding in his chest. When he’s tossed her
pants off the bed she reaches for the hem of his shirt and removes it, tossing
it beside her discarded pants on the floor.
His skin feels amazing against hers. When
he is back beside her, hovering just over her, she places her hand gently
against the arc, feeling the faintest whir below her fingertips. The last time
she actually touched it she was panicking and replacing it- an entirely
different experience. His big brown eyes are locked on hers, they are both
exposed and vulnerable. After a moment he places his hand over hers and brings
her fingertips up to his lips for a gentle kiss.
She moves her hand up to cup his check and
pull him down for another searing kiss as he moves between her legs. She wraps
her leg around his hip and begins to slowly grind against his growing hardness
as they continue to kiss. She is getting really hot. He can faintly feel her
nipples through her tank top. He reaches between them to trace his fingers over
the soaked crotch of her panties. She is already so wet. The touch makes her
jolt- but it is too brief. She begins to desperately tug at the waist band of
his pants, she wants them gone, she wants more contact and less between them.
After a few attempts to push them down she begins to grow desperate and
frustrated and he pulls back to abide by her clear desire.
He pulls his pants down and his hard
length bobs free against his stomach. He feels relief at the freedom. And the
sight, and size, of him only turns her on more. She quickly removes her tank
top and lays back down, mostly bare before him. The only barrier that remains
is her panties. Her chest is flushed, a beautiful blush is creeping up her pale
chest to her freckled cheeks. He is in awe of her. He places a wet kiss on her
neck before he licks her and begins to suck at her pulse, marking her for his
own.
She is rubbing her legs together
attempting to relieve some of the pressure building up inside of her. His hand
trails up her ribcage until it reaches her breast. He massages he briefly
before slowly tracing his thumb around her hard nipple. Her hand is at the nape
of his neck holding him against her as she beings to pant and undulate her hips
against the empty space between them. When he comes up for air, he looks at her
laid out before him. He moves between her legs and pulls her panties down in
agonizing slowness. She misses him against her already. His warm body pressed
against hers, shoulder to toe.
When the final barrier is removed, he
places his hands on her hips in a moment of uncertainty. She reaches down and
places her left hand over his right and gives it a gentle squeeze before slowly
dragging his hand beneath hers to where she wants his touch the most. He
touches her gently, watching her face, watching how her eyes close, her mouth
gasps on that first contact. Her other hand blindly reaches out for his. Their
fingers tangle on the bed beside her hip and she is gripping his hand fiercely
as he slowly caresses her open and she moves her hips against his hand begging
for more.
He wants to taste her but as he leans
down- she tells him she won’t last and she wants him inside her. He’s grateful.
It’s been a long time and he could use some relief, and he settles for licking
his fingers clean, savoring his first taste of her.
He reaches over into the night stand for
lubricant. Her pulse is quickening, even though she didn’t think that was
possible, as she watches him prepare himself for her. He is so hard, she hasn’t
even gotten a chance to touch him. She reaches out to help stroke the lubricant
over him, together they slide their hands over his length. It’s a brief
encounter but there will be plenty of time for that later. He lays her back
down and positions himself. She is incredibly wet as he is rubbing his head
over her opening, increasing her anticipation in a slow tease she can barely
stand.
He finally takes mercy on her as he lines
himself up and takes one deep, long, slow thrust inside. When he is fully
embedded inside her he hears her squeak. He looks at her face for reassurance.
Her eyes are clouded and unfocused, she asks for a moment to adjust. It’s been
a long time and she is a little tight.
He reaches out and pushes a piece of her
hair behind her ear, and then places his hand on her neck, tracing soothing
circles with his thumb, back and forth, until she is ready. He is waiting for
her signal and taking in every feature on her face. When she lifts her leg over
his hip he begins a slow, deep grind against her, not wanting to rush. They
move their pelvises together, slowly building passion until he is desperate to
pull back and thrust against her. She can tell what he needs- she needs it too.
She trails her hand from his shoulder blade down to his supple butt- gripping
it to let him know its okay. He follows her lead and begins a stream of harder
thrusts against her.
They make love hesitantly. When he feels
he can’t take anymore he reaches down between them and slowly rubs her clit.,
hoping to make her cum. He bends over and simultaneously takes her hard pebbled
nipple into his mouth and begins to suck. That does the trick and she cums
hard, gripping him like a vice and crying out against him.
He places his head on her chest, between
her breasts, thrusts five more times and begins to cum himself. He pulls back
and stares into her eyes as he is emptying everything he has inside her. He bursts
over and over again.
He lays his head back down and they don’t
move for a few moments. He can feel her sweat begin to cool against his face as
she rubs soothing circles on his exposed cheek before he finally moves. When
they separate the cold air hits his drained cock with a hiss. Not wanting to
leave for the bathroom, he fetches his sweats from the floor by the bed and
moves to wipe them both clean before pulling the blankets up and over them. She
is touched by his tenderness and already missing his closeness, feeling
emptiness where he recently occupied.
They lay in bed facing each other, her
hand on the pillow beside her head. He reaches over and takes her fingers in
his before scooting closer to her and rolling onto his back. He takes her hand
and places it gently over the arc- resting his hand on top of hers before she
snuggles even closer into his side and drapes her leg over his.
“That was worth the wait” she says softly.
“Baby.. I never knew I was waiting for
anything until you” he says back, smiling at her.
Paper Panda 
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