I Will Be A Birb, Dada! || Bucky Barnes X Reader

„I will be a birb, dada!” || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky stays with his little daughter alone in the house when you’re off to work. He has to look after her and when she hides from him, Bucky gets worried. But when he finally finds her, she has something important to tell him…

Warnings: none

Words: 1134

Author: Rouge

Y/D/N – you daughter’s name

„She was born with a hurricane for a soul, haha!” Bucky tilted his head a bit as he glared at your daughter. She was playing at the wooden floor with her beloved plush toys, punching a teddy bear with a plush zebra on and on, mumbling something under her breath.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at their reflection in the mirror in front of which you were standing, buttoning your white shirt, smoothing it with your hand. “Do you remember what I’ve told you, James?” You asked rather softly, smiling at him as you turned head to face your beloved man.

He nodded eagerly. “Of course, I do,” he said in a deep voice of his. “Don’t ya worry, Y/N, I’ll take care of our girl. You can go to work.”

You laughed shorty as you picked your purse up. “Last time when you told me this, our house has turned into a mess that I had to deal with for a few long days, darling,” you smirked at him, shaking your head slightly. “I hope this time it’s gonna look better, James.”

He sighed, rolling his blue eyes. “Yea. You have my word. We’ll be good this time, I swear. No playing with food, Y/D/N!” Bucky looked at your daughter. She glared at him with those little, pursed lips of her, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughter.

“Mommy, go!” Little girl blabbed loudly, punching her teddy bear. “Dada! I! Lone!”

You blinked and giggled. “Yes, Y/D/N, mommy is going to work and you’ll be alone with daddy. Just be a good girl and listen to your papa,” you approached your daughter and crouched next to her to kiss top of her head.

She pecked your lips with her little finger and focused on her play again.

You came to Bucky and kissed him briefly. “I’ll be back around 4 pm. Remember to make a meal for her,” you reminded him.

He patted your shoulder with a wild smile on his lips. “Yea, yea, I remember, go now, Y/N!” He almost pushed you outside of the house.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and walked to your car. You got in, started an engine and drove down the street, trying not to look into a rear-view mirror.

­­­Bucky was watching some show in TV. He didn't even know why he was watching it. He didn't laugh when he was supposed to, he didn't feel any tension during the drama, he barely followed the plot. He was just sitting there, next to the Oreo packet until, to his surprise, they all were gone. It was when he realized that something was wrong. He didn’t hear his daughter.

Bucky felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in his abdomen. Tension grew in his face and limbs. His breathing became more rapid, more shallow. The last time he trusted her out of his sight, his daughter almost broke her little hand when she fell off the porch straight onto a pavement.

“Y/D/N!” He said loudly but there was no response from her.

Bucky went quickly to girl’s room. She wasn’t there.

“She's hurt. She's bleeding. She needs me and I'm not there.” All these thoughts were running through his head on and on, he could barely breathe.

Second later, he heard a soft giggles and within blink of an eye, he felt relief.

“Y/D/N? Where are you, sweetie?” Bucky asked quietly, getting on his knees and looking under the bed. She wasn’t there either.

“Cold, dada!” Bucky heard sweet voice of his daughter from a vicinity and he sighed, little smile crept onto his lips.

He got up and rested his metal hand on his hip. Bucky looked around trying to figure out, where his little girl was hid. “Y/D/N,” he called softly, “c’mon, don’t fool your daddy, huh?” He opened door to her closet. There was nothing more but her clothes.

Another soft giggle, this time it came from closer distance then before. Bucky smirked, he was getting closer to her.

“Hey, kitty, kitty! Where is my little, cute girl?” Bucky walked around the room, checking all the places she could be hidden in but without a result.

And then he noticed her. He blinked, Bucky didn’t even try to hide his astonishment. She was sitting on the top of her closet, rolled in a ball, observing him with her little blue eyes and smirk on her lips. When she noticed he was glaring up at her, she knelt and clapped her little hands, cheering. “Dada, dada! Did it!” Girl bounced on her knees like she was dancing to music only she could hear.

Bucky laughed loudly and went to the closet, reaching his hands and opening his arms for her. “C’mere, Y/D/N. Come to papa,” he encouraged her.

Girl nodded and crawled to the edge of the closet and simply jumped into her father’s arms.

Bucky hugged her tightly, kissing girl’s cheeks. “Don’t do this ever again to me, baby. Daddy was worried you got hurt. Beside, how did you got there?” He asked as he put her down on the floor, kneeling in front of her.

Girl moved like her knees were just hinges, wobbling to and fro before falling on her bottom. Then she clapped like it was all part of the plan and rolled to her stomach to get up again. When she did, she spun around herself, tossing hems of her tulle skirt, giggling. “Dada! I grow, I be like uncle Falcon! I will be a birb, dada!” She clapped her hands and jumped few times, laughing.

Bucky blinked few times, chuckling with a consternation. “Excuse me, young lady, what did you say, huh?” He had to hear it again, Bucky wanted to laugh so hardly but he was trying his best to keep a straight face. He pulled out a phone from his pocket and started recording his daughter. “Can you repeat what you’ve just said, Y/D/N?”

She nodded with a smirk. “Yes, dada! I will be birb like uncle Falcon before me!” Girl said proudly.

Bucky turned the filming off, he quickly clicked on ‘share’ button and send the short video to you and Sam with a note: “someone has a new idol and, surprisingly, it’s not me.”

Bucky’s daughter giggled, waving her arms for the pick-up she knew was coming, but before she was hoisted high, she was on her bottom again.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from laughing this time. He picked girl up and rocked her in his arms, cuddling with her. “I love you, little bunny.” He said firmly, stroking her cheek with his metal finger.

She grabbed his metal hand and nuzzled to it. “Love dada too.” She stated simply and it was enough to melt Bucky’s heart.

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Ominous mists || POV Bucky Barnes

Summary: Former Winter Soldier isn't sure who he really is. Struggling with the dark past and the metallic voice in his head, he tries to recoup what he had lost.

Warnings: None at this point.

Words: 548

Authors: Beast

A/N: I've decided to create my first Bucky's POV story, hope y'all enjoy it.

"Who do you think you are?" Asks the voice deep inside his head.

I don't know who am I anymore, he thinks, grinning sadly. He looks down at his metal fingers and how they're glistening in the setting sun as he stretches them slowly.

The wind blows him straight in the face but he doesn't mind it at all. Practically, he likes it.

He spent another day by lurking along city streets, without any particular reason. He enjoyed getting lost in the street buzz. And Bucharest was an adorable place to be lost in. The streets were saturated with the remains of communism, although the renewed parts of the city were pulsating with modernized life.

Now, he was sitting at Dâmbovița River, leaning his back against an old linden. Unexpectedly, man shivers when the same voice as before says something loudly inside his mind.

"You're nothing, just a piece of trash that nobody has ever needed," voice is getting louder and louder with every second.

SHUT UP!, he shakes his head. You're not real.

This time, however, the voice doesn't seem to disappear. "Murderer. You've killed so many innocent people. Who do you think you are?

He gets up from the ground and hits the tree's trunk with metal fist several times. I am not a FUCKING MURDERER!, he screams, he doesn't pay any attention to few people that stare at him in disbelief.

But the voice gets only louder, spreading through his mind and reaching every single part of his body. "You're nothing but Winter Soldier, serial killer, piece of trash, the unnecessary system bug which should be removed as soon as possible. But don't ya worry, they're coming for ya."

He turns head around, his hood falls almost on his eyes. He's afraid, like an animal that got into the hunter's trap. Are THEY really coming after him???

"Are you okay, sir?" An old woman comes to him, tilting head aside a bit. "Do you need help?"

He struggles with a will to ran. He gently pushes the woman and goes ahead but sinks onto his knees after few steps.

"MURDERER." The voice keeps humming. "MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER!"

He catches his head and with the corner of the eye, he can see how people take steps back as his metal limb is revealed. But he doesn't care of them. Man only cares to get rid of that awful voice that is pounded somewhere to his brain. He wants to be deaf at all the screams he can hear in his mind and soul, the screams of people he has killed. And these metal clang of that fucking bionic arm! It tears his personality apart. He doesn't know anymore if he's a human being whether a machine without emotions.

But there's a silver lining somewhere in his heart. A familiar male voice, he doesn't recognize it but somehow it makes that nice warmth spreads across his flesh.

"... till the end of the line..."

At the same second, the metallic voice in his head tries to be louder to deafen the male voice. But he knows the male voice either way...

Man opens his steel blue eyes widely, the last rays of setting sun make them glisten with a comprehension. He screams.

MY NAME IS BUCKY BARNES!!!

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Pilot’s daughter

Words: 620

Warnings: None

SUMMARY: She is his biggest treasure. She means the world to him after his wife's death. After a long busy time, Poe Dameron finally decides to visit the most important person to him - his daughter.

Author: Cass

Poe walked along corridor, straight right to a hangar.

“Are you ready to go, buddy?” He asked looking down at droid that was rolling next to him.

BB-8 emitted so happy, exited beeps.

“I know, I know. I can't wait, too. I hope she will like her gift. Thank you for help by the way.” He said smiling at droid.

Poe got few days off. Truth was that being grounded was the worst thing that could ever happen to him but not this time. This time he had a very special place to visit and there was no option to him to miss the opportunity of going there.

Poe jumped into his X-wing. “I am coming, princess.” He said to himself with voice full of happiness.

After landing, he jumped out from his X-wing and looked around. He was surrounded by hills and fields full of wild flowers and cereals. This planet was beautiful and what the most important, it was safe, it was far away from First Order’s reach.

“Let’s go, buddy. We can’t be late.” He said with smile and headed toward small village, BB-8 was rolling right behind him.

It took them few minutes of walk before they reached their destination, it was a small, wooden hut.

Poe took deep breath and knocked to the door.

After short moment door was opened by a woman. Her expression changer from happiness into irritation as soon as she looked at him. “You and your droid? Here? I hoped that you forgot this year.” She said with a frown.

“It’s nice to see you too. Yes, me and BB-8 couldn’t forget about such a day. So please, at last today try to be polite. Can I come in?” Poe muttered.

Woman nodded and stepped aside letting them in. “Come in... I do this just for her and my sister. She is somewhere outside, playing with others but she should be back soon.”

Poe nodded, putting box on the table. “Listen... I really didn’t come here to fight. I never wanted to fight with you..”

“Just quit it. I hear it every time you are here, it makes me sick. I won’t change my mind, I let you in only because of her.” Woman muttered walking closer to window. “Speaking of all... I can see her.”

Poe immediately smiled and BB-8 started to happily roll around Poe. “Calm down, buddy.” He said and laughed softly.

Droid shivered softly but stopped politely next to Poe’s leg.

Small girl slowly pushed door open. Her dark hair was braided into beautiful long braid with flower crown on top of her head.

“I am back!” Girl said with big smile on her face as she entered home. She expected just one person inside, her gaze immediately went to Poe.

“Hey there.” Poe said and crouched looking at girl.

Girl gasped and quickly ran to him.

He smiled and gladly took her into his arms. Poe hugged girl tightly and picked her up. “Hey, princess. How are you? I missed you so much.”

Girl giggled and nuzzled to him. “You have came, just like you promised. I knew it! Auntie said you won’t come.”

Poe looked at woman a bit annoyed, then kissed girl’s head. “I would never forget about my little star. Never.”

“I knew it. I believed in you. I love you, daddy.” She said quietly.

“I love you too, princess.” Poe whispered. He felt nothing more than happiness. Right now in his arms he was holding the most important person in his whole life. The only person that kept him alive, the only person that reminded him about his past life. The only person that remained after his wife and their happy life...

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Allein, allein || Chapter I || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?

Chapter: 1 of ?

Warnings: none

Words: 1325

Author: Rouge

A/N: this very first chapter was written for @arawynn ‘s writing challenge. My prompt was “do you have permission to be here?”. 

Surrounded by four grey walls, there was nothing else to do but stare at them. To look at the paint that had started to chip off as time passed, or gouged by others - anything to pass time. He was slowly going mad, theorizing absurd meanings from the wall's blank stare. He wasn’t sure about anything. He didn’t know who he used to be. He couldn’t remember any certain moment from his past, just few random memories were always going through his mind, however he couldn’t place them in time. Were they real? Or was it just his imagination that was tricking him?

The darkness swirled around his curled form on his bed, tendrils of inkling bleak reminders of his solitude. The silence echoing in his ears was the constant white noise that never shut up. Her head swam in the fire burning inside, the only smoldering embers of a time where there had been other presences with him, around him, in him. But then, the void had been slowly filled with a cold, howling storm of fear that refused to ever let up. He was completely and utterly alone in his mind, body, soul, and most of all, entirely alone in the world.

The knock came quietly first and then there was silence. He frowned a bit, slowly raising his head and turning it to the door. “Who’s there?” He asked, his voice husky and unpleasant.

The knock was louder and faster this time, no one has responded at his previous question. Long-haired man got up and within three large steps he was next to the metal door. He opened them and frowned slightly.

In front of his door, in the dim light of fluorescents, you were standing, looking around.

He let his glance along your form, from the bottom to the top as he leaned his flesh forearm against doorframe. “Do you have permission to be here?” He asked simply, his cold gaze was still on her.

You nodded, you were visibly hesitating. “Yes…” Your voice was nothing more but a whisper. It didn’t, however, make him less unpleasant. He simply didn’t care about you, yet he was pretty curious about purpose of your visit in a dungeon.

“I’ve asked you a question. Who the hell are you?” He repeated, his voice was deeper this time.

“My name’s Y/N. I am your new handler.”

He blinked and it was when he noticed a large briefcase in your hands. It was definitely not what he was expecting this evening to bring.

“You’re wrong, Y/N. My handler’s doing pretty good. He’s upstairs, having a training with other agents.” Man replied with a light shrug. “I don’t need you. Go away.”

He turned around in an attempt of closing door but you stopped him, slipping your leather boot between doorframe.

“Here,” you opened the briefcase and pulled out some document, handling it to him, “read this if you don’t believe me.”

Man let out a loud, irritated sigh but he took the paper from you. His eyes were getting wider and wider while he was reading the contents of document. His handler has died in a car accident at morning. He had enough bad luck to get hit by an armored car while being with other Hydra’s agents in the small village nearby.

“Impossible.” He scoffed out. He looked at you, a wry grimace on his face.

“Well, I didn’t come here to have some gossips with you.” You said. “We have a mission tomorrow. We gotta get prepared. Let me in and stop wasting our time, okay?”

He cocked his brow but shifted away, letting you in to his chamber.

When you got in, he closed the door behind you and walked to his small bed to take a seat at the edge of an old mattress.

You put your briefcase on the tiny table next to small, barred window. You sat on its counter, crossing your legs nicely, looking straight at him.

“Do you know anything about your next mission, asset?” You asked him.

He nodded simply, shrugging. “Yea. Gotta kill the prime minister of Russia.”

You nodded. “Good. Remember that you…”

“… have to stay undetected, ma’am. I’m not an idiot. It’s not my first task.” His voice was cold like his glance that was still on you.

You remained silent for a while, then nodded. “Yes. Exactly this, asset. Get up and take off your shirt.”

He cocked his brows but obeyed your order. He slowly took off his grey shirt and tossed it onto bed. The view of his muscular chest and flesh arm made you speechless. “Do you need any configurations of your… metal arm?” You asked, swallowing hardly. You had to admit to yourself that this man was handsome and that your heart skipped a beat when you were observing him, staying there half-naked in front of you.

“No.” He said simply and took step towards you.

You held your breath when he stopped in front of you. He leaned down and stopped his handsome face barely few centimeters from yours.

“You’re scared. I see this. Why they assigned you to someone like me?” A gentle tilt of his head made you even weaker and you had to put all of your strengths into keeping a straight face.

“They found me the right person for this job.” You shrugged slightly, turning your head aside a bit to avoid his glance. “I was a handler before so I assure you that I…”

“I’ve never said you’re a wrong person, haven’t’ I?” He simply cupped your cheeks with his metal hand and forced you to look him in the eye. “If you were a handler, you shouldn’t be scared, yet you are. Why?”

His breath hit your cheek as he whispered into your ear. You swallowed hardly before you answered. “I’ve never worked with someone like you. You’re distinguished. You’ve never failed. And you’ve killed so many people… Wouldn’t it be stupid of me if I wouldn’t be scared, huh?” A little smirk appeared on your lips for a second or so, then it has vanished when you met his steel blue eyes.

“Good.” He let your cheeks and stretched his back. Man turned around and walked to his bed, slowly putting shirt on, his every muscle was so tensed.

You bit your lip, chewing it softly. The truth was that you were cooperating with American government and you were a spy. When you infiltrated Hydra’s household, you were on a straight way to get sergeant James Barnes and take him back home. You knew there was a long way in front of you to finish this case. And since he opened his door for you minutes before, you knew it won’t be easy to gain his trust. But there was no turning back. You had to do your best to keep things right.

He turned his face to you, his cold glance was on you again. “Better get some sleep. Tomorrow’s gonna be tough.” He said and pointed at door.

You gave a simple nod and took your briefcase with you.

When you opened door, you stopped for a second. “See you tomorrow… Sergeant Barnes…” You whispered and quickly left, closing door behind you.

He frowned and ran after you, opening door widely. “How did you call me, Y/N?!” He yelled but you didn’t stop until you turned into another corridor.

You put your back to the wall, breathing deeply, you struggled for every breath, trying to calm your heartbeat.

The asset was standing in his door, then he simply closed them. Many thoughts were running through his head at that moment. He laid down onto his bed, slipping hands beneath his head.

Barnes. Who was Barnes? He had a feeling he has heard this somewhere before but he couldn’t remember where.

He felt a blackness come over him. He finally closed his eyes as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Black Box || Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You are Bucky’s girlfriend. After another fight, he comes back home being so aggressive. After his abusive behavior you leave. However, you realize shortly after that you love him too much to leave him like that, so you go back to his flat to show him how much you care. 

Warnings: smut, blowjob, angst, slight physical abuse

Words: 1993

Authors: Cass & Beast

Request by: @blue-dragon-ice Request: So I wanna you and Beast write a Bucky one shot where he is a boxer and he comes back home after the fight and you take care of him.

You were sitting on a couch, impatiently looking at the clock.

It was getting late and Bucky still didn't come back home as he always did around this hour. You still couldn't get used to fact that your boyfriend was a boxer. You hated seeing him coming back home while being beaten up.

Worst times were when he was losing the fight. He was coming home hurt and in a very bad mood.

Bucky was looking down at his swollen fists.

Another fight came to an end and of course, he had gotten disqualified. Only because he hit that other fucker straight in the back, breaking his spine. He couldn't help fact that he sometimes was forgetting, how much energy his metal arm can cause.

Bucky was slowly going back home, letting cold wind ruffle his hair.

He was hiding his metal arm under blouse, so no one could noticed, what a freak was walking down the street.

You jumped when you heard the door slammed in the hall.

You already knew that Bucky was back. Just because of sounds of his steps you could say he was angry.

This was when you got worried and quickly ran to bathroom to get aid kit, then you returned on couch, ready for everything.

Bucky stepped in the living room taking his blouse through his head and tossing it in the corner of room.

He didn't say a single word, he only glanced at you with his blue eyes which were radiating with anger.

"Bucky... How... How was it?" You asked even if you knew that everything went wrong. You just wanted to be polite. "God... Bucky. You look like a mess..." You got up from your seat and walked to him, taking his face into your small, soft hands. "I have kit... Come on... Let's clean that handsome face." You said quietly.

Bucky, however, strongly pushed you away. "Leave me, Y/N. Don't touch me." He let out a low growl looking straight into your eyes.

Bucky passed you by and headed to bathroom, where he washed his face with cold water. He spitted a blood clot to the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"But.... Sweetie... You need some medical attention... I can do this. At last take care of your face...." You said and smiled at him softly as you followed him. "I am sure you will feel better... I will be gently. I promise."

"I fucking said I don't need it, Y/N!" Bucky yelled turning around to face you. "Are you really that fucking stupid to be so dumb to not understand what I tell you?!" He raised his metal hand taking an aim but at the last moment he took a step back hitting the mirroring with metal fist, causing a lot of noise, when mirror turned into tiny pieces, scattering around the bathroom.

"But... But Bucky. I... I just try to help." You said quietly taking few steps back.

This was something normal for him and you hated this type of behaviour but you loved him at the same time and tried your best to accept every of his disadvantages.

"Leave me alone!" Bucky turned to you and pushed back hardly. When you hit with your back at the wall of corridor, Bucky threw you last angry glance and closed bathroom's door in front of your nose.

"Bucky! Can you stop this? This happens everytime! I try to help you and you are like' 'No! I am Bucky and I will be mad at the whole world because I lost.' This is a stupid behaviour." You growled.

It was enough to trigger him. Bucky opened the door that hardly that he ripped them out of hinges. He took one long step towars you and grabbed your collar picking you up. With other hand he slapped your cheek twice, then he simply threw you on the floor like a doll.

"Shut your fucking mouth, you fucking bitch!" He growled.

You looked at him from the floor. "I have enough! It's always the same! I try to help because I love you and you act like a psycho! I am leaving, it's over! I won't tolerate your abusive behavior anymore!" You yelled and then got up from floor.

You went to your common bedroom, grabbed a bag, you packed few stuff and quickly left his flat, slamming the door behind you.

Meantime, Bucky went to his bedroom and he got undressed, stepping out of his jeans and boxers, then Bucky flopped on the bed and slipped hand under head.

He was laying like this, naked, looking at the ceiling. He let his thoughts to float in his mind. Every single noise, like the clock's tick-tack in the hall was triggering his anxiety.

A view of you laying down on the floor came out of sudden to his mind and he shivered as he let a single tear run down his black and blue cheek. Immediately, some images of Hydra's base crawled to the back of his head.

Bucky yelled loudly covering his head with a pillow. Finally, after some time, he fell asleep.

You went to one of your frends. Good for you that she let you to stay.

You sat on small bed and sighed deeply, thinking of what was about to happen. You couldn't leave your Bucky like that. You were really worried.

He was having another nightmare.

Someone was chasing him in the woods.

Bucky got up with a scream, he was covered in cold sweat.

After some time, he fell asleep again.

It was crazy idea but you decided to return to him. You put on his favourite dress. You good knew he was always going crazy about it.

You slowly sneaked into your shared flat, taking you were still having the keys and you looked around.

It was late, so Bucky for sure was sleeping. You slowly went to bedroom.

Bucky was covered with quilt from the waist down. His muscular torso was tensed, yet he was breathing steadily.

You smiled sadly looking at his poor face.

"Buck..." You whispered getting closer to bed. "Bucky." You repeated as you sat on bed and put hand to his cheek.

Bucky only shifted a bit, he was too tired to wake up. He only mumbled something under his breath and stretched his back a bit.

You gently kissed his neck. "Bucky... Wake up, sweetie." You said, gently grabbing his shoulder.

Bucky opened eyes lazily and when he noticed you by his side, he instinctively shifted away.

"I thought you were having enough of me." He mumbled rubbing over his beard with metal fingers.

"I know Bucky... I am sorry. I just missed you so much. How do you feel, sweetie?" You asked and moved closer to him. "You had nightmares again." You noticed and gently stroked his hair. "I was worried about you."

He only sighed and turned head aside trying to fall asleep again. "I'm fine. Don't worry." He said simply closing his eyes.

You looked at him and kissed his head. "Don't lie to me. I love you too much and I know you for too long. Come here." You said and opened your arms for him.

It always worked when any of you were in a bad mood. Bucky was always calming down in your arms.

He looked at you briefly and then rolled into your arms with loud sigh. "You got me."

You hugged him and giggled. "I always get you, sweetie." You said and kissed his lips gently.

Bucky wasn't up to kissing you back but he did without protesting. "I am tired. It's middle of the night.." He put head on your thigh.

You smiled at him. "I think you should relax after today, you know?"

After these words, you kissed him again.

He gave kiss back but then slowly turned on his back. "Y/N, not now.." He gently stroked your knee.

"Just relax, Bucky." You whispered into his ear and started to kiss his neck. Slowly, you moved down his body, placing gentle kisses on every inch of his chest.

You placed yourself between his legs after throwing quilt off and then smiled at him, gently kissing his abdomen. "I didn't put this dress on for no reason."

He smiled at you with still closed eyes. "No.. No, I don't want to.. I didn't deserve it. I was an asshole again."

But he brushed his thumb over your cheek.

"Well... You deserved it. Only if you will promise me that you will be a good man from now on. Okay? No attacks of anger nor anything. Promise this." You said and your hand slowly moved to his crotch.

Bucky shivered at the touch and he raised a bit, he leant his weight on elbows. "I'll try to put all anger and bad thoughts into my black box."

He was observing you and a little blush crept onto his cheeks when he realized he was completely exposed.

You kissed his abdomen, making sure that your teeth gently grazed his skin. Then, you slowly moved blanket away and smiled at him.

"Someone was too lazy to put on his pajamas." You hummed.

Your hand was gently wrapped around his member. You gave him few long strokes before moving his length closer to your lips. Your tongue made few lazy circles around his tip before you took him into your warm mouth.

"Oh.. God.." Bucky hung his mouth open as he closed his eyes.

That was all he needed. He was enjoying the warmth of your mouth and instinctively, he bucked his hips a bit to slip his cock down your throat.

You purred deeply and allowed him to fuck your mouth. You looked at him before slipping his cock into your throat as deep as you only could.

At the same moment, your hand traveled to his balls. You started to gently stroke him, sucking his cock harder.

His metal hand found its way to your hair. He grabbed a handful of them as he hold your head in a place. Bucky was bucking his hips harder with every moment, soon holding your head with both hands and fucking your mouth like the hell he wanted.

"Fuck, Y/N, you know, what does your man truly love.." He grunted deeply.

You moaned softly and growled around him, making sure that he will feel every little vibration coming from your mouth. Your hand started to work faster on his balls, massaging and squeezing them harder and harder with every minute.

Bucky was moaning loudly at that point. His gasps and grunting were mixing all the time.

"I can't, Y/N.." Bucky whimpered loudly when he felt, how his cock started to throb.

You pulled him out from your mouth and licked his tip. "Good, sweetie. Please, cum in my mouth. Give me everything you have." You said before taking him back in and sucking him as hard as you only could. At the same time your hands started to squeeze his balls hardly.

It took few longer movements. Then Bucky cum in your mouth, shooting his warm load deep down your throat. He rolled his head back on the pillows when his eyesight got blurry from the orgasm, which he hit really hard. His whole body was covered in sweat and he was gasping for air, trying to calm his senses down.

You purred loudly and swallowed everything he had given you.

You watched him proudly. "So... will you be a good boy now?" You asked moving up to kiss his lips.

Bucky pushed you down, he rolled on top of you. He kissed you deeply, looking at you wish glistening eyes. "I'll do my best."

Then he made himself comfortable on your chest and he closed eyes while listening to your heartbeat. "Love you."

You stroked his hair and kissed his forehead with a smile on your lips. "I love you too, Bucky."

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