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Chasing the shadow || Part II

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Summary: Your quiet life quickly get complicated
Words: 1712
Warnings: none
Author: Cass

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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: 

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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 😉 

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

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

Words: 2773

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

Author: Rouge

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

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

Suddenly you heard him as he came up the stairs. He was dragging his
feet. You had wondered when he would have made the effort to apologize and talk
to you.

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

And now you were laying on your common bed in your common bedroom,
trying to focus on something else than thinking of him probably fucking another
girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His breath trembled as you finished another kiss.
“I’m fucking sorry, babe…” Chris whispered once again. “You’re the only woman
in my life”.

He took a deep breath and knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer.
“Come for me, Y/N… come on me. Squeeze me… Come..” he whispered out of breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

GIF

THE SILENT SHOUT || PART I

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

Words: 1624

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

Author: Rouge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But something had changed and you easily felt that.

His eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

James Bucky Barnes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He rubbed his chin.

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

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

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

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

You laughed shortly.

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

He woke up in the middle of the night.

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

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

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

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

I won’t draw blood tonight. 

THE LAST DANCE – SEBASTIAN STAN X READER SMUT ONE SHOT

~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

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

Word Count: 1999

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Author: Beast

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You were mad.

You were full of anger.

It wasn’t first time when he was late.

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

“Dammit, Sebastian” you sighed under your breath.

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

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

The building was located on a hill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He slowly wrapped his arms around your
waist from behind.

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

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

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

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

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

You heard he also entered the room.

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

You snorted.

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

Suddenly, you heard his laughter.

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

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

You felt like redness approached your
cheeks.

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

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

You felt his strong rough hands on
your bare shoulders.

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

You shivered at the timbre of his
voice.

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

He forced you to turn your head to
him.

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

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

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

He blinked.

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

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

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

“Like you wish, honey” he smiled.

Sebastian turned on the radio.

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

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

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

“Put your hands on my shoulders” he advised.

You did as he was asking for.

He made the distinctive hip movement.

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

You tried your best to repeat his
movements.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I missed you..” you whispered.

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

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

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

He laid you on the couch, pinning you
down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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