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casdean-jenmish · 2 years

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i’m an absolute SLUT for exhusband!bucky

#exhusband!bucky #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #i just think he's neat

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becca-e-barnes · 1 year

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I was getting my hair done today and I couldn't stop thinking about ex!husband Bucky finding out you started dating other people after the divorce and how fun the sex would be if he got jealous 😵‍💫

Because imagine how slowly he'd slide his dick into you, holding your chin in one hand to make sure you don't take your eyes off his. He presses into you so damn slowly, making sure you feel the way your body adjusts to allow him inside you. You're way more desperate than you even realised you would be and he knows it.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He chuckles quietly, his cheeks flushed, stroking your chin gently with his thumb. "You've gone a little stupid already. Didn't he fuck you right? I bet he didn't. Could've told you he wasn't right for you." It'd been four days since you'd bumped into Bucky while out having dinner with someone else. In truth, the guy you went out with hadn't been all that interesting and you'd parted ways after a couple of drinks but Bucky didn't need to know that.

"He was pretty good actually." You tried to keep your voice steady, despite Bucky's distracting kisses to your neck. "You're gonna have a hard time living up to him."

Your ex-husband huffs out a laugh, his breath hot against your skin. "You've always been a terrible liar." The confidence that drips from his tone is enough to send shivers down your spine.

He's not wrong, it had always been a running joke between the two of you.

"Just looking at that guy, I could tell he wouldn't be able to work out where you like to be touched." His hand moves from your chin to trail ever so gently up the outside of your bare thigh. The featherlight touch leaves you wondering if you'd had goosebumps all evening or if they'd just risen in the last couple of minutes but then you're reminded that this man has taken the time to learn your body like no one else.

"He looked like he'd be selfish. I don't think he understands that the real pleasure in being with you is in getting to watch you come apart. There's nothing like it." He's slipping a little, lost in his admiration of your body. His fingertip trails lightly over your hardened nipple and you know he's remembering the way you gasp when he sucks on the sensitive bud.

"There's nothing like feeling you cum around me and knowing I caused it." He groans quietly, pressing as deep inside you as he can. "And hearing you whimpering my name." He's consumed by the feeling of you, indulging in the memory of the pleasure you've brought each other. "Hearing you begging me to stop when you're so wrung out, you just can't take any more."

He's unbearable in the very best way. He's hardly moved at all and you haven't even noticed because the way he touches you is so distracting. He knows your body and he gets off on showing you that.

His hand drifts back up your body to hold your chin once more, making sure you're watching as he drags his length from the heat of your sex, only to press back in, tearing a gasp from both of you. "You feel perfect. You were made for me." He groans, repeating the motion again and again, enjoying the way your body flutters around his.

#becca's thots #becca writes spice #Bucky Barnes smut #exhusband! bucky smut #I don't know why but I'd been listening to 'king of my heart' by Taylor Swift in the car and this popped into my head #So I thought about it for the 4 and a half hours it took to do my hair #my hair is completely pink now and I'm in LOVE #and I got the shark flexstyle so if anyone has any tips/products to make the curls last pls share them

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noctumbra · 2 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲

summary ─ it was something you shouldn’t have been doing, but well.

pairing ─ exhusband!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, dirty talk, penetrative sex, loud sex, unprotected sex bc my man loves creampie-ing, this one is filthy ehehehe

The bedpost shouldn’t have been hitting against the wall that hard for the past hour, but it was. That non-stop thump-thump-thump sound was so loud, that it was so rhythmic that you barely heard your neighbors banging angrily in response.

You didn’t care about anyone at this point.

You couldn’t.

Not when the man you swore yourself not to go near again was fucking you through your mattress.

Bucky Barnes. Your ex-husband.

Your divorce was messy; it was brought because of the irreconcilable difference you were both having, and even though a part of you was going to love him forever, you just couldn’t continue to be around him.

Though what you really needed as a married couple was a little bit of distance for a while, not a divorce, but you took the legal way. Thinking back, maybe you should have chosen the distance option because holy shit, you missed the way he fucked and ruined you.

“Lookit that pussy, my God,” he grunted as he slowed his pace down and tilted your hips up for a deeper thrust. You choked on a loud moan, felt the tip of his cock brush against that spot and blinked the stars away from your sight. “’s swallowing me right up, ain’t it, love?” He hummed questioningly. He raked his blunt nails down your back, digging his fingers into the muscles there before he picked up the pace again. “’s been hungry. You weren’t feedin’ her right,” he tsked. “You gotta treat my girl properly, ‘s rude not to.”

You gasped and moaned. Your hands shot up to your back and held onto his wrists tightly. Your body was jolting back and forth with the strength of his thrusts, breasts swaying madly as your face got close to pressed up against the plush pillows you had on your bed.

“God,” he groaned when he felt you tighten up. “Again?” He asked. “You gonna come again?” He leaned forward and covered your back with his chest. “It’s gonna be your third one, and I still haven’t got mine, love.” He nipped on your jaw. “Not. One. Orgasm.” With each word, he slammed into you, made you gasp and caused one of your hands to let go of his wrist in order to support yourself by holding onto your bedpost so that you wouldn’t bash your head open.

“Fuck─” you moaned loudly. Bucky chuckled. It was a dark sound, a mean one, but you loved it. You missed it. “Right there, please, please!” He hummed. Pulling back, he placed one large palm between your shoulder blades and pushed your face on the bed. Ass high up and face down, each thrust of his hit your sweet spot and soon got your legs trembling violently.

Just when you were about to come, he pulled out. You whined and whimpered. You were so damn close to coming, and it was just a dick move to pull out when you were that close.

“Shut you mouth,” he ordered calmly. His hands dug into your ass cheeks and spread them. You felt him leaning forward, and your breath hitched with anticipation. With the first swipe of his tongue, you moaned. Humming, he dove in.

Bucky licked, sucked and slurped. His tongue dipped in and out of you, his teeth nipped your swollen clit gently and his hands tightened their hold on your ass. You gasped as you started rolling your hips against his mouth. You could feel your juices dripping on the bed, wetting your inner thighs and, holy fuck, smearing all over his fucking face. Your eyes rolled back at the image in your mind, and you came on his tongue.

Bucky groaned appreciatively as he continued his ministrations, slurping and cleaning every drop of your juices with his tongue, never minding how messy it got. Soon, you were trembling and overstimulated mess beneath his mouth.

“Fuck, enough, enough,” you pushed at his arms. He growled and pulled back. His hands grabbed your ankles, and with one move of his arms, you were laying flat on your belly on the bed.

“’s never enough,” he grunted into your ear as he re-entered you. “’s never gonna be enough.” He started pounding into you and grabbed your head, pulling it back. “Not with you,” he said and swallowed the whimper/groan mix you let out with a harsh kiss. You mewled when you tasted yourself on his lips and felt the wetness all over his lower face.

It was going to be a long night, but you were looking forward to it.

Your neighbors could go and fuck themselves; you didn’t care.

Not with him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #messy

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malum-forev · 11 months

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Co-Parenting

Summary: Co-Parenting is always tough, especially with the man you thought you'd be spending the rest of your life with. Now add a super soldier.

Pairing: ExHusband!TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

Her foot impatiently tapped on the floor as she sat straight as an arrow on her couch, had she done everything already? Dusted the tables, done, washed the clothes, done, organized the fridge, done twice. (Y/n) looked down at her watch and huffed.

“They should be here any minute now.” She said to herself while smoothing down her skirt.

(Y/n) had gone to enough therapy and read way too many self-help books after her divorce to not know that this was just her brains way of controlling the situation. The only thing wrong with her defense mechanism was that there’s no way of controlling co-parenting with the man you thought you’d be spending the rest of your life with.

Bucky had met (Y/n) through Sam’s sister, Sarah had insisted on setting him up with a friend once she heard Sam say he was ready to start dating.

“I never said I wanted to be set up on a blind date.” Bucky groaned through the phone, the three-way call was obviously not his idea but he was too afraid of Sarah to not answer.

“What did you expect us to do? Set up your Tinder profile?” Sam’s laugh resonated through the tiny speaker.

“I’ve heard of people having successful relationships from the Tinder.” Bucky said. “And the internet thing will help me take it slow.”

“You are so not ready for Tinder.” Sarah said.

And she was right because the moment Bucky saw you sitting at the bar of the restaurant, he knew. Before he met you, Bucky said he didn’t believe in love at first sight because that meant you were only judging a person by their physical appearance but when he saw you, he knew it was real. The emotions he felt were much more than because you looked beautiful, it was like a gravitational pull. You were a magnet.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” Sam wiped a fake tear as he pitched his voice up. It was a year later and Bucky was practicing his proposal with the only person who knew about it. Sarah could not be trusted with a secret this classified.

Bucky stood up from his knelt position with a groan. “You think she’ll like it?”

“I’m not completely sure why she likes you but you’ve been clearly doing something right.” Sam patted his friend on the back. “Just do what you do best and she’ll say yes.”

“I don’t think she can tell the engagement story if I propose when I’m doing what I do best.” Bucky said with a smirk.

“And that’s my cue to leave.”

Everything was going well, two years into the marriage was when Peanut came in. A beautiful baby girl that had Bucky wrapped around her tiny finger. Peanut was like a little tornado that went through the Barnes’ household, some days were easy and other days- well that’s where the problems came in.

Sam first noticed it at Peanut’s third birthday party. He saw (Y/n) rush in and out of the house, decorations were still being put up and the serving platters with the appetizers were running low.

“Shouldn’t Dad be helping Mom out?” Sam asked approaching Bucky on the dock of the house they’d bought.

The small ripples and the tranquil sound of the lake had eased Bucky’s nerves just to be altered again by Sam’s words.

“I’m only in charge of holding up the pinata.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders. “Direct orders from the missus.”

“(Y/n) looks like she’s about to have a mental breakdown over cupcakes, I think you should go over there and ask if she needs any he-“

“Well I think you should mind your own business Sam.” Bucky said flatly.

Sam’s eyebrows shot up at his friend’s words and Bucky cursed at himself.

“I’m sorry it’s just-“ He tried to backtrack but it was too late. Sam got the message and he held his hands up.

“You’re right, it’s your marriage.” Sam said sternly.

Only a year after that, (Y/n) and Bucky settled the divorce. It hadn’t come as a shock to her, and honestly she’d been thinking about it for some time before he mentioned the D word (and not the one she wanted to hear). They settled out of court and that was that. (Y/n) kept the house and the cat, and he got a pretty flexible schedule for his time with Peanut.

That was that, six years of being together was supposed to be erased with one single signature. Bucky had stopped trying and (Y/n) had stopped waiting for him to do something.

So now, at least two times a month, she was here. Waiting for the minutes to pass until it was 5pm.

Alpine started purring once she heard the muffled voices coming from the other side of the door.

“Of course momma’s gonna be home, silly goose.” Peanut’s small voice said before the doorbell rang.

(Y/n) rushed to the door, waited a couple of seconds and took three deep breaths before she opened, not wanting to look like she’d been waiting by the door for an hour.

Will I ever stop getting butterflies when I see him? She wondered.

But she already knew the answer, no. Bucky had aged like fine wine, sure he had a couple of grey hairs here and there but he still looked amazingly handsome. And seeing him picking their daughter up so she could reach the doorbell- an activity Peanut thought was incredible and groundbreaking- sent her hormones into overdrive.

“Momma!” Peanut yelled, wrapping her tiny arms over (Y/n)’s shoulders as she knelt down.

“Hi P! How was your weekend?” (Y/n) asked her, taking in the strawberry scent her shampoo had at her dad’s house.

“It was amazing! Uncle Sam was there and he showed me all the new planes they have, I got to watch a movie where Daddy said they copied his fighting style.” She beamed. “I also got to practice fight with some of Daddy’s friends and they said I do it just like Daddy!”

Peanut rushed into the house and quickly climbed up the stairs. “Oh! I also got to swing with Spiderman!”

(Y/n) widened her eyes at Bucky, she was about to tell him off for letting their four-year-old daughter swing with a teenager but Peanut’s voice rang through the house.

“Daddy! You need to come up and see my new bed!” She yelled from her room.

“Saved by the bell.” Bucky winked and he too climbed up the stairs of the house they had shared.

Bucky came down the stairs ten minutes later, heading towards the kitchen.

“You’ve done some remodeling.” He said resting his hands on the counter. (Y/n) only hummed in response.

“Do you need any money? Are you wanting to remodel more parts of the house?” He asked quietly. Although they were no longer together, Bucky had promised to take care of the woman who gave him the most priceless thing in the world, his daughter.

(Y/n) shook her head. “I’m okay.”

Bucky nodded slowly, taking in the uncomfortable feeling his old house gave him. He’d bought it with the intentions of remodeling it, to give (Y/n) the house she’d always dreamed of. Bucky had started it, he fixed up the whole basement and the master bedroom but somewhere in the middle of it all he lost inspiration. He lost himself.

“Are you going to tell me why you thought Peter was qualified to swing our daughter around the city?” (Y/n) raised her eyebrows.

Bucky chuckled. “Swing is an overstatement and they were in the training room, not the city. I was there, supervising every move.”

“I’m glad she got to spend some time with you, P misses you when you’re on missions.” (Y/n) offered Bucky a small smile, the kind of smile he knew (Y/n) reserved for people who didn’t deserve her. The smile meant he had broken his family in two over something he cannot remember now.

“I miss her too.” Bucky’s voice cracked. “I miss you both.”

(Y/n) rubbed her tired eyes, wanting to unhear Bucky’s words. “You should go home, James.”

“I am home.” Bucky’s voice just above a whisper.

(Y/n) shook her head. “This isn’t your home, not anymore.”

Her harsh words drove the knife deeper into his heart.

“We can try-“ He started but was interrupted.

“You have no right to come into my house after all you’ve done and say that we can try. I tried, for months. I switched up date night, I got a sitter, I asked what you wanted me to become-“ (Y/n) let out a dry laugh. “I started to think of ways I could change myself to be someone you wanted. But the problem is that you don’t know what you want James.”

“So don’t tell me we can try. Because I played the part, the person who wanted this relationship to work only for you to burn my efforts to the ground.” (Y/n)’s voice waivered. “So now the only thing that’s left to do is for you to leave.”

Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked back the tears.

“I almost forgot,” (Y/n) sighed, opening one of the kitchen drawers and pulling out one of Bucky’s action figures Peanut had said she “needed to survive”, even though her father is the one who the plastic is modeled after. “P wanted you to take this so that when it’s career day at school she can tell her classmates what you do. Something about how the figurine has more value if it’s been on a mission.”

“When’s Career Day? Maybe I can-“ He tried again.

“You’ll be somewhere in Europe.” (Y/n) shook her head.

Bucky looked down at the action figure, a model of what he was supposed to be. A protector.

“I’ll see myself out.” He croaked.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Hi hiii I know this is short but I just couldn't get Ex Husband Bucky out of my head. Hope you guys like it! <;3

As always pls like, reblog and comment if you do! <3

And don’t forget to ask a prompt for my 1k bingo game! 💖

tagged: @kpopgirlbtssvt @shara-ne @namelesssaviour

*Any gifs posted are not my own and I give the artist full credit.

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buckrecs · 1 year

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i am obsessed with husband!bucky and exhusband!bucky🖤 please help me find them ✨you are amazing! thank youuu

Husband!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

idk why but most of the ex husband!bucky fics are smut.. I was in the mood for some fluff so here are some husband!bucky (maybe with some smut cuz he’s hot)

here is my ex!bucky rec list so you can read some exes to lovers there :)

Story Time by @buckyalpine

Bucky tells your little one about how he fell for you.

Remnants of Life by @bi-disaster-yn

Bucky has the chance to get some of his possessions from his life in the 40s back but he needs his wife there to face it with him.

blue neighborhood by @sergeantxrogers

In a town full of self-righteous moms and their rich, suited husbands hiding secrets of infidelity, abuse and verges of bankruptcy, you felt utterly out of place. The target for all their jealous stares and mean comments, you were at your wits end trying to survive modern suburbia. It wasn’t your fault Bucky chose you, right?

Blue by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky reminisces your relationship when he sees you in a blue dress.

Bucky Wins His Thanksgiving Husband Card by @buckysforeverprincess

Gladly, Mrs Barnes by @itsbuckysworld

husband!Bucky gets mad when you seem to be spending more time with some other guy and not him.

The Winter Lover by @cat-scratch-fandoms

You and your newly married husband are granted a peaceful honeymoon to a ski cabin.

Video Tape by @botnasty

You don’t want to forget.

Imagine by @becca-e-barnes

Your first date night with Bucky after you have your second baby

Easy When It Rains by @lfaewrites

pure domestic fluff

swollen by @buckycuddlebuddy

evidence of the good loving you got was very visible.

small bump by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky has fought literal armies, survived multiple murder attempts, and still nothing worries him like his pregnant wife.

honey, honey by @buckys-darling

You and Bucky spend your honeymoon in Paris.

Need more of that blue in my life by @foreverdreamland

Reader discovers she’s pregnant, and the reaction from her husband Bucky is not what she expected.

Blessings by @moonlight-prose

twenty minutes was all you had, so you were going to do what could to show your husband how much you loved him.

Under The Tree by @barnesmurdock

You and your husband have a picnic under a tree.

You and Bucky spend your honeymoon in Paris.

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader #husband!bucky #dad!bucky #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine

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biteofcherry · 11 months

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Ohh so I'm thinking... about that fertility doctor idea and omg omg

So like maybe readers husband left her because she wasn't getting pregnant and he was a douche anyway. So she decides months later to just find out for sure. Ŕeader goes to the best fertility clinic in the region and sees Dr Barnes and Dr Rogers. Barnes, or Bucky, he tells you to call him, does your exam with the help of Dr Rogers, Steve as he insists you call him. You tell them all about your exhusband and how you wanted a family so bad and how he blamed you. So anyway, Reader gets the results and they tell her she just needs some good seed.

And they make her their little housewife and mommy QwQ turns out she was very fertile her ex was just shooting blanks :》

@buckgasms you have unleashed breeding demons all over 😂 everyone wants to be knocked up by hot doctors Barnes and Rogers!

@dumbgothbunny They'd definitely make you their sweet, always pregnant wife. You'd live with them in a big, cozy house with a large backyard, so you could run in peace the house and your own little kindergarten 😆

#dumbgothbunny #stucky x reader

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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October is here ✨ another month, another rec list. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Steve Rogers ✨

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Into the sunset by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

dbf!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Morning wood by @jobean12-blog

Stucky x reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Hopelessly devoted to you by @bonky-n-steeb

mob! bucky barnes x housewife! reader

*Sky full of song by @wkemeup

pirate!bucky x pirate/siren!reader

Wrapped around him by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby Camboy!Bucky x Reader

*Missing piece by @navybrat817

Roommate!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Messy by @buckycuddlebuddy

exhusband!bucky barnes x reader

Power over me by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Prized possession by @navybrat817

Dark librarian!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Ocean eyes by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Ari Levinson x Reader

Bucky Barnes & Ari Levinson ✨

Bestfriend!Bucky & bartender!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Best Friend!Bucky x Reader, Bartender!Ari x reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Handpicked by @boxofbonesfic

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Steve Rogers & Ransom Drysdale ✨

*Two bosses by @labella420

Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Andy Barber ✨

The perfect man by @musingsinmoonlight

Andy Barber x female reader

Steven Grant / Marc Spector ✨

Undone by @ballerinabelova

Steven Grant x reader x Marc Spector

#fic rec #september fic recs #bucky barnes #steve rogers #ari levinson #ransom drysdale #andy barber #steven grant #marc spector

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dontcallmebree · 9 months

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BRI! I hope you've had a lovely weekend. Your list of WIPs make me want to scream with excitement. The Clueless AU and Secret Shrunky have me 👀

But I really want to know about the Lighthouse/exhusbands by death wip because that is intriguing as hell!

Love you 🥰️

Hi tej! So nice to see you around!

I covered the basic premise here, but basically a lot of the friction driving the story will stem from the fact that Bucky's still kinda frozen in that time where they had been husbands practically and still thinks of Steve and (want to) treat him that way. Whereas Steve's lived decades where he's had to mourn Bucky and try to move on and live different lives.

There's also a whole thing about the lighthouse Steve's living in that's heavy handed but it's cozy so I'm not changing it.

A small snippet, but please bear in mind I've rewritten this draft like a dozen times so this might not even be part of the actual piece. Idk this thing is killing me.

Instead of giving him the third degree, however, Steve asks an incredulous, “You think I don’t believe you?” Bucky scoffs then, because he really doesn’t think it’s anywhere near the time for that patented Rogers mulishness. “Well, I don’t know, Stevie. Some story about your best guy supposedly getting whisked away by a bunch of Nazis and stored in a glorified fridge for half a century? You should be a little skeptical.” He doesn’t know what does it, the nonchalance or the Stevie or the reminder of what they used to be, but Steve seems to shake off the state of shock that had set in with an outburst of, “You look the same, Buck! I’d know you from—I’d know, okay?” “What if I’m a clone?” he can’t help but ask, earning a disbelieving—and not at all warranted—deadpan glare in return. “Or an evil twin? Or a conman posing as your long-dead husband come back from the dead?” Bucky doesn’t realize he’d been looking for exactly this, Steve’s indulgent smile and the affectionate twinkle in his eye, scraps of the man he’d known and loved all his life, until it comes. “I think I’ll take my chances,” Steve sighs, looking to all the world like he’s already fed up with Bucky’s presence after a mere handful of minutes.

I've been excited for this wip for a while now, so it's really nice that just the crappy doc title is somewhat interesting hahaha. Sending all the love right back <333

wip game & list

#hi tej!!!!#asks #docallmebri #wip

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 1 year

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Sebastian Stan + Characters Moodboards #2

Masterlist #1

A place to store my moodboards that inspire me

The Archive — a collection of the characters I write for

Other moodboards I make

Bucky Barnes

Misc!Bucky;

— Pilot!Bucky

— Boxer!Bucky

— Pirate!Bucky

— Lawyer!Bucky

— Dark!Bucky

— Stalker!Bucky

— Bucky’s Angel

— Bucky’s Devil

— Stepdad!Bucky

— Firefighter!Bucky

— Young!Shy!Bucky

— ExHusband!Bucky

— TattooArtist!Bucky

— ExBoyfriend!Bucky

— Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky

— CampCounsellor!Bucky

— Summer Camp Nightmare

— Best Friends to Lovers vibe

— Bucky Barnes - Future Nostalgia

— Surfer!Lifeguard!Bucky

— Valentines Day with DBF!Bucky

— Barnes Twins; CEO!Bucky & Rockstar!Bucky

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Oooh you know what I wanna see next from you? Some more of that sweet sweet angst you gave us the week before last. Mean!exhusband Bucky x Divorced!reader.

“We need to go out for a night and meet some hot men.” Natasha swirled her iced coffee in her cup and then lifted it to her lips, the red stain she used an hour earlier yet to transfer from her to the cup. “Seriously, we’re going to be old maids.”

“We’re only 28.” You pointedly stated, watching your daughter’s bright smile reflect her happiness since you had distanced yourself from Bucky. Even her mood, with Natasha, had become entirely new. She had no longer held resentment for Natasha, neither had you and often called her aunty Nat, a monicker she adored endlessly.

“We could find men here, I bet there are a few firefighters who are single,” Nat smirked and lowered her cup of iced coffee, nudging you as the doors to the fire station started to open. “We could have our pick.”

“You first.” You motioned to the start of the field trip, and the teacher who had started to wrangle the kids to stand out of the way of the truck. You and Nat had begun making your way toward the small crowd of kids and a few parent volunteers, standing behind the kids as they watched in wonder. The Firehall stood rigid and tall in front of the excited school kids, their eyes widened as they became further mesmerized by the truck that had begun pulling out of the station to the right of the buss, sirens silenced but the lights flashing.

“Hey! Hows it going-“ One of the firefighters had started speaking, hanging off the side of the truck, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose and nearly falling off completely when his hand slipped and he tumbled from the truck.

“That one,” Natasha smirked and looked over the man who had fallen. “I want that one.”

“OMG,” you chortled and turned your head, hiding your laugh as he stood again and dusted himself off.

“Hi! I’m Jake!” the blonde bubbly firefighter had greeted the kids with a smile, as eager as they were.

“Hi, jake!” Some of the kids had greeted him, others were completely taken by the truck.

“Jensen, trying not to injure yourself is a pivotal rule.” Another firefighter had stepped out of the truck, his dirty blonde hair pushed out of his face and his blue-green eyes captivating as he swept his attention over the kids, and then looked toward you and Natasha. “My name is Steve, I’m the captain of the Firehall.”

“Captain,” Natasha muttered under her breath, nudging you, “I bet he could command a room.”

“Stop!” You squeaked and stepped out of her reach, trying to pay attention to what he was saying and not focus on the sheer size of his hands and the broad width of his shoulders.

“This is station 201, and we are currently on duty for the rest of the day and then we switch off for the night shift. Like I said I’m Steve, the captain, Jake Jensen is the monkey who fell off the ladder, Ari Levinson is the current driver and Johnny Storm-“

“You know, I think there’s an issue with the vehicle. Feels like it might spontaneously combust.” Natasha had looked over her shoulder, green eyes zeroing in on the vehicle parked some feet away.

“No pyromantics today.” You muttered under your breath and slowly began to follow the flow of traffic as the kids and the teacher began to filter into the open bay. “I mean it’s bad enough-“

“Hey,” a sudden appearance of blue came from your left, Jake Jensen sidling up to Nat with a goofy grin on his face, “one of the kids is yours?”

“Not mine,” Natasha looked him over, appreciating the view, “I’m a volunteer and aunt.”

“So you're not a milf-“ Jake Jensen hadn’t been able to control his mouth or his tongue as he let the comment slip, and then winced before correcting himself. “You’re not a mom-“

“No, I'm not.” Natasha had looked you over, her smirk widening. “But Y/N is a MILF.”

“I’m going to kill you.” You muttered under your breath, following her and Jake, trailing behind with your hands picking at a few loose threads of your shirt.

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caffeineforbucky · 2 years

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Right Where You Left Me

Summary: Your ex-husband wonders where the hell you're going in that pretty dress.

Pairing: Ex-husband!Bucky/Dilf!Bucky x Mom!Reader (One Shot)

WC: 8k or sm.

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+, Heavy Smut; pure filth, Praise kink, Oral; F! receiving, unprotected sex, angst, hurt, swearing, fluff at the end, I promise:)

A/N: I had an idea and fucking ran with it...this is the result. (BTW: I did not proofread this, so all mistakes are my own;)

Text dividers are by @natasharomanovf

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It wasn't his night to watch the kids.

You rarely asked him to—either you got held up at work or something came up but, tonight was different.

Tonight, you had a date.

It'd been four whole years since the divorce was final. Spending those years single and mourning what you had with James Buchanan Barnes. You didn't want to divorce him, remembering the nights deeply in love with the father of your children. You never stopped loving him with your entire soul but, somehow, it seemed as if he were lost—buried deep beneath the trenches, gripping onto the rifles and uncomfortable cots. Never mind that it was his idea. My delirium isn't good for the kids, for you.

Those words stood engraved into your tears as you signed the papers, not being able to meet his eyes in your lawyer's office. It was too painful. And Bucky knew that. Just as he knew that his head was in shambles. He didn't want to separate either—though, he felt as if he had no other choice. He gave you two choices—knowing damn well you weren't going to pick either option. He chose for you. The kids always come first.

"You look so pretty, momma!"

Your eyes meet your seven-year-old in the reflection of your mirror, taking in her toothy smile, her arms wrapped around a sherpa throw pillow that was displayed on your bed. "Thank you, baby," You sigh, your lips stretching into a soft smile.

The ringing of the front doorbell makes your heart jump in your chest. "I think your daddy's here," You say excitedly to your daughter. Admiring the way her eyes light up as she scrambles off your bed to greet her father.

"I got it, mom!" Your eldest son, Steven, alerts you—shouting from the front room as he pauses his video game.

You blow out a breath, turning to look back at the reflection of the woman in the mirror. She was beautiful. Clad in baby pink satin that hugged her curves, accentuated her waist and hips. The dress cut off mid-thigh, thin straps sitting flush against her shoulders with a simple pair of strappy heels. Damn, she was beautiful. You were beautiful.

Bucky greeted his son with a smile, reaching for the mop of hair to ruffle between his fingers. And he steps inside. "Hey, bud-"

"Daddy!" Becca shouts happily, her bare feet padding down the stairs as she runs to her dad with open arms. Bucky's smile grows wider, eyes crinkling with happiness at Becca's small arms wrapping around his neck as he goes to pick her up.

"Princess!" He chuckles heartily, rubbing circles on her back before peppering her cheek with kisses. "I missed you, bug."

"Mom's upstairs," Steven says monotony, sinking back into the sofa—taking the remote beside him to pick up where he left off. "She'll be down in a minute."

Bucky frowns softly, eyes flickering between the top of the stairs and the back of his son's head. He sets his daughter down. "Go get your mommy, bug." Becca wasted no time in running up the stairs. Bucky turns back to his son, heavy boots clunking against the wooden floors while he made his way over to the sofa, plopping down beside his fifteen-year-old. "I'm good too, Steven. Thanks for asking," He says, earning an eye roll from the teenager. "What? No, hi, dad?"

Something about the way Steven jerked from Bucky's touch made him realize that his son wasn't too pleased with him. Steven hadn't been pleased with his father since the divorce. He took it hard. Rebecca took it with flying colors, not even batting an eye at the meaning of the word divorce. "Look, Steve-"

"Save it," Steven said lowly, never taking his eyes off the game. "You can save your excuses and pity parade. I don't want to hear it, dad."

Just as Bucky was about to respond, the sound of your heels pulled him from the conversation—your perfume wafting around him. The sight of you made him rise to his feet, blazing eyes raking over your body in the kitchen across the way.

Becca ran right past him, almost dropping her father while his eyes never left you. Goddamn, you were fucking gorgeous, Bucky could feel his heart hammering against his chest, Levi's feeling just a tad tighter at the front. He didn't know where to look. From your legs to the way your dress clung to the body he never stopped dreaming about. He was completely enamored, and when your eyes met, he fell in love all over again. "H...Hey," He manages to choke out, hiking up the sleeves of his dark Henley, his boots treading close.

"Hey, Bucky," You said softly, eyes flickering down to your clutch—making sure you had everything you needed for the date. "Thanks for doing this. I just couldn't find a babysitter in time."

"They are my kids, too," He says jokingly. "It's not as if I'm a stranger."

"I know," You let out a breathy laugh, shyly tucking your hair behind your ear. "I didn't know if you had plans or..."

"I'm never too busy for you...and the kids, of course," His eyes look over you again, lingering a bit too long over your cleavage, and how he swore there was a shimmer on your skin. God, the things he wanted to do to you. "Where are you headed in that pretty dress, honey?"

"I, uh, have a...date," You say cautiously, regarding the way he took a step back, pain crossing his features.

"You have a date?" He mumbles, brows softening—his eyes flashing with an unreadable emotion though it made you feel guilty. "We've finally come to that, huh?"

"What?" You mumble, knowing damn well what he meant.

"The seeing other people stage," He answers, almost indignant with his tone, and yet? He was still hurt. What did he expect? For you to be standing where he left you with open arms? No, he had to let go at some point, and seeing you dressed up for another man was definitely a wake-up call. "I didn't think it'd be here so soon, is all."

"It's been four years, Bucky." You remind him, making him nod along in agreement. "What did you expect me to do?"

The doorbell sounds again, followed by a knock—signaling that your date was here. Your eyes flickered to your ex-husband, wanting nothing more than to cancel the date and just stay home but, you couldn't keep a grip on the past. James was no more, and you were tired of holding out hope for the man you loved. "I gotta go," You whisper, taking your coat from the counter to feed it through your arms. You brush past James, heels clicking over to your kids on the couch. "Mommy's heading out," You quaver, feeling a knot at the base of your throat. "Kiss goodbye?" You asked, holding out your arms for Becca.

She giggles, hopping off the sofa to place a big sloppy kiss on your cheek. "Love you, momma!"

You smile, letting yourself forget about the past as you gazed into your daughter's eyes. "Love you too, peanut," You whispered, placing a chaste kiss onto her forehead before your eyes flickered to your son.

"Hey,"

His eyes shift to you, responding when first called.

"I'll be back at eleven. Pizza money is on the counter under the house phone. If you need me to come home, give me a call and I'll be here, okay? Dad will be here but, still. And be nice," You whispered the last of your sentence, not wanting Bucky to overhear. "Your dad's here, that's all that matters."

Steven doesn't say much, only nodding his head softly, lowering his head before returning to his game.

"Steven," You called firmly, letting him regard you, the game fully paused. "I want to hear it. Tell me you understand."

He sighs loudly, pushing his back from the back cushions. "Yes, mom."

You smile in response, stepping closer to peck his forehead. "I love you, kid. I'll see you guys in a bit."

"Love you, too," He grumbles, wiping away your kiss with disgust. It makes you laugh.

Bucky had taken it upon himself to answer the door. He just wants to see if he compared to the man, his words. "Bucky," You hiss, heels clicking faster as you jog over to your date standing at the entryway.

He only shrugs, leaning against the wall beside the door.

"Wow," Your date whistles, a bouquet of red roses in his clutch. "You look stunning."

You smile shyly, taking the roses from his offering hand. "Thank you, Daniel."

Bucky scoffs loudly, not even the slightest bit impressed. Roses? Seriously? What kind of cliché motherfucker was this guy? You hated roses, tulips were your favorite and if he'd taken the time to get to know you, he'd of gotten you tulips. You shoot a glare at your ex before returning to Daniel. "Ready to go?"

He nods, outstretching his palm for you to take. It was then that your first date with Bucky flashed through your mind. Though Bucky gave you pink tulips, and you remember falling hard for the man that day.

You mentally shook away those memories, flashing a smile as you take Daniel's hand. You glance over your shoulder, handing the bouquet to Bucky. "Put those in some water for me, please? I'll be back at eleven."

And before Bucky could stop you, you were already out the door.

"A date?"

"Yeah," Bucky replies in an undertone, gaze fixated on the roses in the crystal glass as he stood behind the island in the kitchen. "She left like an hour ago."

"And you're...upset about that?" Sam's curiosity echoed throughout the kitchen—the call on speaker. The kids were already tucked into their beds. Though it was a Friday night, he knew you didn't like it when the kids stayed up past ten. You were pretty anal about that.

Was he upset? Of-fucking-course. That wasn't even the right word to describe the way he felt. Bucky was seething—jealousy oozing from every pore in his body. "She's my wife, Sam," He grunts, lifting his left hand to look at the gold band wrapped around his ring finger—watching it glimmer underneath the dim lighting emanating from the light above the stove.

"Was," Sam chides, compelling Bucky to kiss his teeth with a scoff. "She was your wife. Seems like you keep forgetting that."

"Sam-"

"It's been four years, Buck. Why does it matter on the night she's finally taking for herself?"

He had a point. Fucking hell, did he have a point. Why did it matter tonight? This is what he was afraid of. Bucky hadn't thought about what it might look like when you found another to warm your bed, win the hearts of the kids. It was his nightmare, and yeah, it was his own damn fault. If he hadn't asked for a divorce, you wouldn't be out. You'd be in his arms, laughing about something he said while whispering that you loved him between his lips.

He missed you so fucking much. He missed the sound of your heartbeat and your infectious laugh. He missed waking up to your beautiful smile every morning. He reveled in the thought of having you in his arms, holding you as if you'd slip away into the night. He loved you, God, he loved you, and if Bucky had the opportunity, he'd travel in time to stop himself from committing the worst mistake of his life. "I love her, Sam," Bucky answers him softly, earning a heavy sigh on his end. "I never fell out of love,"

"So then, why the divorce? I mean, I know you had some shit going on with your mental health and all but, if you love her like you say you do, you would've let her in, man." Sam was in the middle of setting up the chairs for his counseling meeting—the sound of metal clanking in the background. "Look, Buck, Imma be straight with you."

Bucky pulls out a stool from underneath the island, plopping down to take a seat before he grabs his phone and removes it from the speaker, placing the mic against the shell of his ear.

"You still talkin' with Raynor?"

"Every week, twice a week for the past four years," Bucky replies, petting down the light beard above his full lips. "I mean, in regards to the seeing other people aspect, my therapist is the only woman I've been seeing on end."

That makes Sam let out a chuckle, though humorless. "And have you been one-hundred percent honest with her about what's been going on with you?"

You'd have to be clueless to not know where Sam was going with this, and Bucky knew the exact location. Even if Bucky wasn't entirely honest with his therapist, he said enough for his doctor to diagnose a plethora of things that were keeping him captive in his own mind. "You don't have to beat around the bush, Samuel. Just tell me what you wanna say."

"I just think it's funny that you're willing to pour your heart out to someone you paying to listen when you had a wife at home who was more than willing to stick by your side through the rough patches. Your wife would've gone to hell and back if it meant that you would be honest with what started it all. She loved you, Buck. I think she still loves you and this date that you're so against?" Sam sighs again, Bucky's silence speaking volumes on the other end. "I don't think you've taken her feelings into consideration. What did you expect, dude? For her to be sitting right where you left her? To pick up where you left off?"

Bucky blinked away the burning at the back of his eyes, his head falling in shame. His tongue darts between his lips, moistening the cracks that had begun to dry. "No," He whispered, softly shaking his head. "Of course not. I just-"

"What?" Sam interjects, cutting the sergeant short. "You just thought you could rush back into her arms as if there was never pain?"

Bucky started to wonder why he even called Sam in the first place. Was it to complain about you going out? Or was it because he knew Sam didn't give a rat's ass about his feelings? No bullshit, no lies. Sam was too honest for his own good.

"She called me the night you asked for a divorce," Sam confesses, and Bucky's head rises slowly. Sam whistles loudly, for sure shaking his head in disapproval. "Know what she said to me? God, and I'll never forget the way it made me feel."

He didn't reply, the mere silence giving Sam the greenlight to continue. Bucky chewed on his lip, waiting for Sam to speak.

"She said, and I quote, "The hardest part was of him leaving and asking for a divorce is that the kids? Me? The love I had? It wasn't enough to make him stay. Why wasn't I enough?"

The tears had managed to escape the ducts, eyes shutting tight—all Bucky could feel was a fist to his stomach, guilt rising to the surface of his throat. "She was," He croaks, bitterly wiping away the tears from his cheeks with his free hand. "They were. They were more than enough."

"I think it's finally time you came clean to the woman you love."

You came home earlier than expected, keys jingling as you turned the knob to your front door to push it open. As soon as you stepped inside, you were met with darkness. The only light you could make out was coming from the kitchen and the silence let you know that the kids were probably asleep.

"Hey, doll," Bucky stepped out from the kitchen, watching as you quietly shut the door, twisting the nibs to lock it. He glances down at his watch, frowning softly at the time displayed on his wrist. "You're not supposed to be back for another hour,"

You rest the back of your head against the door, sighing heavily as you met his baby blues for a brief moment, and Bucky swore his heart stopped. "I can't come home early?" You spat, making him swallow hard.

You tune out his response, eyes zeroing in on the vase of roses sitting on your kitchen island. Pushing off the door, you brush past Bucky and go straight for the bouquet. He turns on his heel with the draft of air you created, observing as you take the roses from the vase in an angry grip, heels clicking over to the waste bin, and you press the trigger with the tip of your heel—chucking them into the bin with the rest of the garbage. "I hated roses anyway," You muttered, sweeping up the crystal vase to place in the sink.

Your fingers grip the edges of the sink, projecting your weight into your arms, head looking below at the tile.

"So," Bucky voices, stepping a foot closer to you from where he originally stood. "I take it the date went well?"

You laugh. You actually laugh—head rising slowly before you glance over your shoulder to look at your ex-husband. "What gave you that impression?" You quip, earning a cheeky smile from him.

"What happened, honey?" He treads lightly, tone as soft as a feather, and he pulls up the same stool he occupied earlier. "Do I need to beat the shit out of someone?"

You shake your head, turning fully to lean the small of your back against the basin. "You up for a drink?" You huff, stepping over to the glass cupboards to take down two whiskey glasses, followed by a bottle of top-shelf whiskey that was gifted to you one Christmas years back. You never drank it, saving the expensive bottle for a rainy day.

You head over to where Bucky sat, placing down both glasses, and you pop the bottle open, aromatics of wheat and barley wafting into your nostrils. You pour a glass for Bucky first, filling the 7-ounce cup halfway before you carefully slide it towards him.

He catches it in one swift motion, bringing the rim to his lips to take a sip. It trickles down his throat smoothly, only burning a tad but, it was good. Better than what he had a home or a bar. "It's good," He notes, eyes flickering to meet your pretty face.

Trusting his word, you poured yourself a glass and threw the entire thing down the hatch. Bucky was almost impressed. Though you never indulged in a bender—you were pretty good at holding your own. You serve another glass, taking your time with the second helping. "Let's just say...it didn't end the way he'd hoped." You shake your head again, gazing down at your drink. "Why do men think that saying yes to a date is an open invitation into your pants?"

Bucky almost broke the crystal with how hard he gripped onto it upon hearing what happened. It was a good thing the glass was in his human hand. "What?" He griped, jaw grounding tightly. "Did he...?" Bucky pushed harshly from the chair, almost dropping the stool to the ground.

"No," You responded immediately, compelling him to sink back into the stool. "I went to the bathroom and called an Uber, snuck out from the back, and left. I'm fine, okay? Promise."

"You should've called me, doll," He rebukes, brows pinched in concern. "I would've picked you up."

"You were my first choice but, I didn't want you to leave the kids alone." You answer softly, raising your glass to take a drink. "Let it be the last time I go out on a date. Never again."

Bucky tilts his head to the left, smiling coyly before he takes a swig—brow lifting condescendingly.

"What's that face?"

"What face?" He asks, lips pulling into a wanton smirk.

You tip your glass towards him, letting yourself smile as well. "That face."

"Jus' remembering our first date is all," Bucky mumbles into the glass, shrugging nonchalantly. "You were so pretty in that pink dress, kinda like the one you're wearing now," He mentions, gesturing to the color peeking through your coat. "I remember thinking, damn, what the hell is a girl this beautiful doing going out with a guy like me? I don't know but, what I do know is that you get more gorgeous every fucking time I see you."

You couldn't decipher if it was the whiskey or the way he spoke, but you were suddenly too warm. Your cheeks burned profusely, heat pulsating throughout your body—your coat becoming too much on you but, you couldn't take it off now. It's not as if you and Bucky were strangers but, you hadn't felt his hands on you for four years, and you couldn't let your arousal take over your common sense.

"I've been meaning to have a talk with you, honey," Bucky chimes, oblivious to the tension he'd created and the pulse between your legs. "I know right now isn't the best time but, I'm afraid if I don't get this out right now, I won't ever."

He set the glass back down, and that's when you saw it—he was still wearing his wedding ring. You felt a phantom squeeze your heart in your chest, drawing in your lips to keep yourself from smiling. To you, it meant something. It made you feel slightly better since you had your ring looped around a chain, and you'd wear it often. It meant hope. Hope for the future, hope for the man you loved deeply.

You pull out a stool from the other side, sliding under the island with your leg crossed over the other. "Okay," You oblige, waiting patiently for his next move.

"There aren't many things I don't regret in my life," He begins, reaching for the bottle to top himself off. "For example, I don't regret asking you out or asking you to be my girlfriend then my wife. I'd do those things all over again, doll. In a fucking heartbeat, but," He stops for a brief moment, meeting the eyes that drew him in from the jump. He took in the way they glittered, glossing over with a fresh layer of tears. How that pretty smile held the weight of what he did to you. "My biggest regret of all is leaving you and the kids."

You inhaled sharply, taken aback at his confession. After four fucking years, this is where you ended up—having the conversation in the middle of your kitchen of all places. You found yourself starting to frown, brows pinched together as the vexation had started creep up your neck. "Why?" It was all you could conjure. Of course, other questions were running through your mind but, this was the first to fall from your lips. "Why did you leave? W...Why did you stop loving me?" Your voice suddenly breaks at the end, and Bucky immediately rises from his seat, boots clunking over to the other side to stand beside you.

You turn your body towards him, observing as he drops to his knees, taking your hands in his. "Never," He breathes, bringing them close to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "I never stopped loving you, honey. I was in love with you then, and I'm in love with you now. Not a day goes by without me thinking about us and what we had. It was special, I know you felt it, and I haven't let that go."

"Wanna know what the hardest part was?" You whisper, feeling a single tear trail down your rose blush, your hands still in his. Bucky knew, he already knew the answer to that, having talked with Sam a while ago but, he let you speak anyway. "The realization that you weren't coming back to me, to us. The only reason I decided to go on that stupid date was to get over you," You ignore his stunned expression, continuing on. "I got tired of waiting for you, having decided, at last, you need me or not. I was so angry and hurt with you. I remember feeling so shitty because I couldn't—you wouldn't let me help you. I just wanted to fucking be there with you, for you, and you didn't want it. You didn't want me."

Bucky didn't know what to say. Most of what you were saying was true. The only lie was him not wanting you because, Fuck, he wanted you. He wanted to drown in you and never come back up for air. He wanted you to consume him—swallow him whole as if you were the ocean; crashing, and bold. He wanted—needed—you. "You're wrong, honey. I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me every fucking day of the year, and the next years to come."

There's that heat again, sizzling your skin and bones—your thighs aching from having them pressed tightly against one another. You swallow hard, shaking your head at him, and you rip your hands out of his grasp as you slide off the stool. "Don't," You say lowly, licking the residue of gloss from your lips. "Don't say those things when you don't mean them. That's cruel, Bucky."

"I do mean them," He almost whines, standing on his two feet now, pushing the stool out of the way to get closer to you. "I mean them with all of my heart, baby. I want you back. I want to be your husband again, and I want you to be my wife until the day I die."

Baby did something to you, the endearing name sending a jolt of excitement down to your core. You wanted him, god, you wanted him but, you knew better. You wanted to believe him, welcome him back in your arms, but you were scared. What if it happened again? What if he decided to leave again, break your heart and the kids' hearts again. You could handle another heartbreak, but not your children. "I...I can't. I won't go through that again, Bucky. I won't do that to the kids. They come first." You had managed to back yourself into the counter—fingers tucking underneath the edges as he traps you between his arms.

"I won't ever put you through that again, baby. I'll be damned if I ever make you cry for the second time. Please, honey," He pleads, his baby blues boring into yours. "I'm so fucking sorry, I...please forgive me," He pleads, leaning forward to touch his forehead with yours, breaths mixing from his proximity. "I love you so much."

Your eyes fluttered shut, his soft lips brush up against yours, and for the first time in four years—desire coursed through your veins. Rather than idling any longer, you let your lips speak for you—encapturing his mouth onto yours. Bliss, complete and unadulterated bliss was all you felt. You were no stranger to his taste, to his lips. They were made for you, always and forever.

Bucky wasted no time, his fingers diving into your hair, lifting your chin to kiss you at a better angle, palms resting against your warm cheeks—one hot, one cold.

You hummed into his mouth, shaking hands gliding up his clothed chest to curl your fingers around the fabric of his Henley. You both tasted of whiskey to each other, your passionate kiss fueled by lust and eighty-dollar liquor. Though you couldn't get enough of his lips, you needed more, and he knew it.

Bucky's hands fall from your cheeks, untangling his fingers from your hair—resting his metal hand at the nape of your neck while the other reached between your bodies to undo the buttons on your coat. His lips peck the corner of your mouth, leaving kisses in their wake along the curvature of your neck. He tucks both of his hands underneath your coat and pushes the fabric off your shoulders.

Your skin was met with the biting cold from the broadness of your kitchen but the warmth radiating from Bucky's body was enough to settle the shivers down your spine. You could feel how hard he was as his body pressed into yours, a whimper falling past your lips. He groans loudly, the sound rumbling in his chest as he goes to take hold of your hips. "Fuck, honey," His eyes flickering to every asset on you. "What the fuck was I thinking? Walking away from you. I'm an idiot, a goddamn fool." He grunts, hoisting you up to sit on the counter—the cold marble tops stinging the back of your thighs.

Your breaths are labored, ragged breaths inhaling his cologne as it engulfed you, scents of teakwood and musk filling your senses, and you swore you could taste it on your tongue. Bucky settles himself between your knees, kissing down your collar bone and chest until he got to the swell of your breasts, grounding his teeth onto the soft skin as he began to suck a bruise onto your breast.

His hands remained on your thighs, slowly inching higher until he had managed to hook his fingers onto the lacy band of your thong, teasingly yanking them down your delicious thighs and calves then off your heels to shove it into the front pocket of his Levi's. "I gotta taste you," He breathes heavily against your skin, rising to capture your lips. "It's been too long since I've had you, baby."

Bucky sinks to the floor, taking your legs in his grasp to drag you closer to the edge, your ass pressed into the ridge. It hurt but not enough to complain. "Bucky," You whisper, moaning as your head lolls back at the feel of his wet hot lips dragging against your calves, inching towards your thighs and his eyes never left yours. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this good, missing the way he used to touch you and please you, and now? It was finally happening. Thank god the kids had bedrooms upstairs.

Your entire body burned for him, fingers combing through his hair while he continued his assault on your inner thighs, completely ignoring where you needed him most. But, you couldn't complain, enjoying that he was taking his time to worship your body.

As soon as his lips touched your pussy, you hooked both of your legs over his shoulders, pulling him in with a gasp as his tongue dragged through your folds with one long stripe. "Oh, god," You whimpered, falling back onto your forearms—both of his hands wrapped around the apex of each thigh.

"It's just me, honey. Fuck, just as sweet as I remember," Bucky growls, diving back in, only this time, swirling his tongue around your swollen clit. "Mmm, so good, doll," He moans, burying his face between your legs—his warm tongue working wonders, his beard burning so good it almost hurts. Bucky swore he'd almost forgotten what you tasted like, your sweet juices rekindling the pallet he saved just for you. Fuck, he couldn't get enough. You were more than he would ever need.

You wanted to scream, cry out his name while he pleasured you but, you couldn't for fear of the kids walking in on you both. Bucky found rapture in your breathy moans, your manicured fingernails scratching through his scalp—whispering sweet praises between you. You're so good, Bucky. It feels so good. I missed the way your mouth felt. He reveled in it, he could almost finish from the way you pulled on his hair—pulling forward, and pushing back. "I know, baby. I got you, honey."

He spreads your glistening folds apart, dragging the tip of his metal finger to graze your bundle of nerves. You shiver, the frigid appendage exciting you in more ways than one. "Oh," Bucky moans lowly, circling his index around your pulsating entrance—clenching around nothing. "Is this all for me?" He looks up at you. Glittery eyes encapsulating lust, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, awaiting what was to come. "You're so wet for me, honey. You're fucking dripping, look at all the mess you're making, you dirty girl. Aww, baby, I haven't even made you come, and you're already cock drunk, aren't ya?"

If Bucky learned anything from pleasing you, it's that you fucking loved when he spoke to you like this. No one compared to the man above you, and no one would ever come close to what Bucky did to you. He was the only one you wanted to touch. You could only nod in response, too agitated to choke out a sentence.

"Don't worry, babydoll. I'm gonna clean you up with nothing but my tongue." You moaned at his words, earning a devilish grin from your ex-husband. "Is that what you want? Want me to suck and lick this sweet pussy? Want me to fuck you with my fingers too? Yeah, you do, don't you? Fuck, I'm gonna taking my sweet ass time, too."

He slowly pumps in a finger, adding another before curling them inside you, tongue following after. You fell onto your back, heels locked around his back, hands holding his head in place as your hips grind against him. "Yes, yes, don't stop, Bucky! Don't fucking stop!"

He worked at a pace, his warm lips wrapping around your clit and he began to suck, pumping his cool metal fingers inside of you. You couldn't believe this was happening. Here you were, legs spread on top of your kitchen counter while your ex-husband ate you out. It was straight out of a porno. Dirty, lewd, and fan-fucking-tastic.

Bucky could feel you starting to clench around his fingers, your orgasm teetering, as if it were at the edge of a cliff, and all it needed was a tap to push you off the edge. "Can feel you squeezin' my fucking fingers. Come on, babydoll, come for me. Come all over my fuckin' fingers."

That was it. The coil snapped, bringing to you to sweet release as he replaces his fingers with his tongue once again. "Ohh, Bucky..." You drag out, grinding against him, riding out your high while he slurped up your new wave of slick.

"Atta girl," He growls, sloppily kissing your folds. "That's my good girl."

Your chest heaved while you sat up, taking the collar of his Henley to yank him up, smashing your lips to his. You could taste yourself on his tongue, his lips and beard covered in your arousal, but you didn't care. If anything, it only added more fuel to your fire. "Fuck me," You moaned against his mouth, looking up at him through your painted lashes, and Bucky swore it ended him. "Make love to me, James."

Fucking hell.

He gives you a guttural moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You knew what calling him James did to him, and he hadn't heard it in so long that he thought he was dreaming. "I need to hear it again, honey. Let me hear it, please, doll."

With a wanton smile, you tug him closer, kissing his lips tenderly. "I want you to make love to me, James."

And that was it. The black of his eyes took over his baby blues. Something inside him snapped, his hands finding your waist, fingers digging into you so beautifully and without warning, he'd taken your thighs in his grasp, hoisting you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom you once shared together.

He was fast but, quiet enough to not wake the sleeping children. It was lucky that your bedroom was at the end of the hall, the furthest away from the kids' bedrooms.

He steps inside the dark of the room with you in his arms, attacking the sweet spot of your neck with his mouth, and he kicks the door shut with the side of his boot. The only light that illuminated you both was the light coming from one of the bedside tables. He sets you down on the foot of the California king, never breaking away from your kiss while he maneuvered out of his Henley, tossing the article somewhere on the floor. "You sure about this, honey? Don't want you to regret this in the mornin'."

"I won't," You respond, voice barely above a whisper, taking the dog tags that hung around his neck between your finger and thumb, tracing the engraved letters. "I want you, Bucky."

He didn't need any more convincing on your part, secretly hoping for those words to come out of your pretty lips. "Scoot back, baby. Spread those legs for me and leave that sexy dress on. " And you do, hooking your fingers underneath the hem to teasingly hike it above your thighs—giving your ex-husband a show while you dip your hand below, spreading your slick with your fingers, moaning softly. "Fuck, you look so good waiting for me, ready for my cock."

"Yes," You mewl, eyes closing with the sound of his belt buckle followed by his zipper. "I want to feel you. No more teasing, baby, please."

Bucky kissed his way up, your body writhing underneath him—dog tags grazing behind. He stops above the neckline of your tight dress, metal hand tugging it down to reveal your chest, breasts falling out and he immediately attacks them both, the swirling and flickering of his tongue making your moans more frequent; louder, even.

His lips cover yours with a hard kiss, muffling your moans, his hand reaching between your bodies to grab the base of his hardened cock, guiding the head to rub his precum against you before slowly pushing himself into your entrance.

"Oh, god, Bucky!" You gasp, forgetting for a moment how big he was. How thick and good he felt inside of you. Bucky rises from your body, pulling your bottom half flush against him, pulling out and thrusting back in.

"That's it. That's my girl," Bucky pushes the fabric over your belly, admiring the small bulge from how deep he was. "You feel that, honey?" He groans, pushing down against it, earning a mewl from you. "God, I'm so fucking deep 'side you, baby." He keeps his hand pressed down, his hip rolling against you; roughly, and passionately. "So good for me."

You couldn't help but wrap your calf around his waist, reaching for his shoulders to tug him down and press your lips to his, all tongue and gnashing teeth. "Feels so good, James. You're so big, so fucking good." You hook your arms under him, hands grazing his backside—muscles contorting with every move he made and feel of your hands.

Bucky felt his chest swell with pride, knowing that he was the only one who made you moan like this. He was the one who turned you on, the only one who could touch you in ways you imagined. He hadn't had sex in so long. he couldn't fathom ever touching another woman besides you. It was built, pent-up frustration and sexual drive that sparked him to the fires. He was going to make you come, over and over again till you begged him to stop. "Good girl—that's a good fucking girl," He praises, bringing a familiar curl in the pit of your stomach.

You claw at his back, nails scraping down his shoulder blades as you throw your head back against the pillows. "Ah, fuck! Right there, right fucking there!" His cock grazing your g-spot at the deeper rock of his hips. "Bucky, I'm gonna-"

He pulls out quickly, and just as you were about to complain, his mouth replaced his dick—eating you out once again. Your hand clenched at the sheets beneath you, your body shuttering as your second orgasm washes over you. And he stayed there, never letting me up, eating at you like a man starved. As if he never had a meal in his life. Bucky could die between your legs, and he'd be content.

You were so sure you were fresh out of moans, voice raw and strained—unsure of what to grab at anymore. Did you pull his hair, the sheets? He was spelling out your names and the whole fucking alphabet with his tongue, plunging three of his metal fingers into your pussy. "This pussy is mine, you hear me? It belongs to me, and only me, honey. You belong to me."

"It's always...been y...yours, Bucky," You keen, loving the cool metal inside of you. "I was always yours." And you're coming again, your body covered in a fresh sheen of sweat. You didn't know if you could handle any more, and before you knew it, he thrusts back into you with one fell swoop. "Oh, baby, Fuck me, James. Harder..."

He was relentless, fucking into you with all he had—skin slapping against one another. "Shit!" He groans, his lower stomach tightening as he felt his orgasm near. Though he wouldn't finish until he had unwinding beneath him. He needed to hear you scream his name over and over again. At this point, he didn't care if he woke up the whole fucking neighborhood, he was going to make you beg. "I know baby, I know," He moans, soft whimpers eliciting from you. "You feel fucking amazing."

His hips had begun to stutter, his cock twitching against your warm, wet walls that had started to squeeze the life out of his dick. "Come on, honey," He grunts, holding onto your hips for dear life. "Milk my fuckin' cock for me, can feel you squeezing me; so tight. Your pussy was made for me,"

"Yes, oh, god, yes!" Your walls tensed around his girth as you came hard, Bucky following—his body slumps against you, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he spills into you, his warm cum filling you up so good it has you seeing stars. "Fuck," You groan rawly, his cock slowly pumping into you.

Bucky didn't want to stop but, he could see the fatigue in your eyes—your lazy smile as he rose from your neck to meet your eyes. You were tired, and he was going to let you sleep.

Gently pulling out, he crawls off the bed, padding into your bathroom to grab a warm, wet washcloth to clean you up—removing your strappy heels and helping you out of that dress while he pulls on his boxers.

"Stay with me," You whisper, tearing his eyes away from the jeans he plucked from the floor to meet your hazy eyes, not sure if he heard you clearly. You sit up, crawling to the end of the bed to reach for his hand. "I want you to stay."

He nods, smiling softly, and he drops his jeans to grab his Henley. "Okay," He concurs, turning the long-sleeve outside-in before placing it over your head, letting you feed your arms through. "I love you, you know that, right?" He asks, watching you get settled into bed, making up the left side for him. "I love our kids, and I love our family."

"I know, Bucky," You flash him a reassuring smile, patting the empty spot beside you. He couldn't hide the smile that took over his features, taking a few strides to slide in the bed next to you, right where he belonged. You reach over to shut the light off, sinking into the blankets once the full darkness had enveloped you. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against his chest, lips coming down to chastely kiss your cheek. "And we missed you dearly."

You woke up to an empty bed, the smell of bacon gracing your nostrils as you sat up, stealing a glimpse of the time on the clock.

It was early, eight in the morning, to be exact. And you could only assume that the scent of food cooking was because of Bucky. He stayed, not only through the night but was making breakfast. Just as he had done a thousand times before. You kick off the blankets and sheets, scrambling to find some pants to pair with Bucky's shirt you still had on before you quickly brush your teeth and excitedly make your way down the stairs.

You felt like a child on Christmas day, but the only present you had was the love of your life in the kitchen. That was better than anything you could ever ask for. Turning the corner, your head further down—waltzing straight into the kitchen.

There he was.

Bucky stood tall above the stove, his broad back facing you while he flipped the seventh pancake to stack it onto the rest. You frown softly, wondering where he got the fresh set of pajamas. Then you remembered how you still kept some of his clothes in your drawers and in the back of your closet—hoping that one day, he'd come back to you.

You quietly pad towards him, stepping closer to wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek into his t-shirt. "Good morning," You hum contently as he turns around in your arms, smiling down at you.

"Mornin' honey," He greets you, leaning down to slant his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. He tasted like coffee and a hint of peppermint, a strange combination but, it worked for him. "I missed this," He sighs, tucking your stray hair behind your ears. "I missed you."

"I was always here, my love," You go to cup his cheek, grazing his beard beneath the pad of your thumb. "I was just waiting on you."

Bucky grins widely, his eyes crinkling with felicity, and he dives his fingers into your hair, holding the back of your head to bring your lips closer to his, tenderly kissing you with every form of regret, guilt, and shame. But, his love for you was above everything else. Bucky poured his soul between your lips, dropping one of his hands to wrap around your back—holding you close to his chest.

"Woah."

You broke away in an instant, widened eyes meeting your son, who stood fifteen feet away from you. Steven's hands raised with surprise, disturbance written all over his face. "St...Steven," You stammer awkwardly, running your fingers through your hair nervously. "I—we—didn't think you'd be up till later."

"You hungry?" Bucky cuts in, turning to grab the plate of pancakes, bacon, and the bottle of syrup, to set in front of your son. "I made breakfast."

Steven's eyes dart between the two of you suspiciously, stepping closer to take a seat at the island. "Explains the smell," He mumbles, taking a clean plate from Bucky's grasp. "Did you stay the night?" The question was aimed towards his father. "Dad?"

"Uh," Bucky steps forward, leaning his forearms against the counter. "I hope that's okay with you."

"Why wouldn't I be okay with it?" Steven quips, cocking a brow at his dad as he takes two pancakes for his plate.

Bucky meets your gaze, lips parting slightly at the reversed question. He assumed Steven would've been furious but then again, what fifteen-year-old wouldn't want his parents back together? "I guess...I thought you'd be upset, is all."

Steven shakes his head, unscrewing the cap of the syrup. "Why would I be upset? Are you guys getting back together?"

The light pitter-patter of your daughter's feet distracted you from the question, her pretty little face coming into view. Rebecca yawns quietly, holding a stuffed bunny in her grasp—bunny slippers dragging across the tile to join Steven at the island. "G'morning," She grumbles, eyes half shut.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," You smile, walking over beside her to kiss the top of her head. "Are you hungry? Daddy made pancakes."

"Daddy's here?" She asks softly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before they fluttered open, capturing Bucky's gaze.

"Hey, princess," Bucky smiles gently at his daughter, going to kiss her forehead. "I'm here."

"Pancakes sound good," She concurs, nodding her head in agreement, making both you and Bucky laugh. "I want whipped cream on top!"

"You got it!" Bucky salutes her, walking to the fridge to pull out the canister of cool whip.

"You guys never answered my question," Steven pipes up, and Bucky halts at grabbing a clean plate for his daughter. Bucky looks over at you, seeming like he was waiting on confirmation as well.

You swallow hard, enjoying the image of your family stitched back together, and for the first time in a long time, you finally felt peace.

"If your mom would have me," Bucky says softly, pleading eyes boring into yours. "I'd like to come back home." He reaches over, taking your hand to intertwine your fingers.

Taking in a deep breath, you flash him a bright smile—grinning from ear to ear, nodding hastily at his ask. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

And he pulls you into a kiss, making the kids protest in disgust, but he was back. You had your Bucky right where you needed him most.

He was home.

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noctumbra · 2 years

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Helloooo!!! I have so been enjoying your writing and can’t wait to delve into your master list!! 🥰

I was wonder if exhusband!bucky and reader from “spread” reconsidered getting back together after having the most passionate sex I’ve read in a while

Sending lots of love! 💗💗💗

hello!! i'm glad you like what i write <3 it makes me very happ to hear that <33

and no, all the one shots are independant from each other. if they are part a universe i created before, i let you guys know!!! but if the storyline fits, you can think of those two one-shots in that way! <3

#answered asks

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malum-forev · 11 months

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Bingo Masterlist

Masterlist for my 1K celebration writing challenge! You can find the bingo card here

Last updated: June 26th

Stranded (Bucky x Agent!Reader)

Miscommunication (BBF!Bucky x Reader)

Receiving / Gift Giving (Avengers!Bucky x Reader)

"What makes you think you can..." (Ex!HusbandBucky/Dad!Bucky x Reader)

Can you stay? (Ex!HusbandBucky/Dad!Bucky x Reader)

Fight (Verbal) (Bucky x Agent!Reader)

Secret Relationship (Bucky x Famous!Reader)

Fake Dating (Mafia!Bucky x Paralegal!Reader)

Protective (Bucky x PR!Reader)

Who did this to you? (Mafia!40s!Bucky x MobBossDaughter!Reader)

If you'd like to participate, be sure to comment a prompt in my asks!

Bucky x Reader pairing Inspo: College!Bucky, Fratboy!Bucky, Mafia!Bucky, Agent!Reader, Husband!Bucky, ExHusband!Bucky, Dad!Bucky, BrothersBestFriend!Bucky, Rogers!Reader, Stark!Reader, Famous!Reader.

Available Prompts:

Touch Starved

Secret Admirer

"What makes you think you can...?"

Accidentally walking in on other character

Fight (verbal)

Stranded

"You deserve better"

Domestic

"Can you stay?"

Cheesy pick up line

Convincing to adopt animal/person

"Is that my shirt?"

One saves the other

"Who did this to you?"

Secret Relationship

Smut

Tending to wounds after a fight

Fake Dating

Missing/ presumed dead

Protective

Receiving/ giving a gift

One finds the other crying

Mind reader

Miscommunication

*Any gifs posted are not my own and I give the artist full credit.

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emerald-chaos · 2 years

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That post of Seb as an ex husband, got me thinking of ex husband bucky railing me and wanting to be together again. I’m sorry😩

BESTIE WHY WOULD YOU U DO THIS TO ME KDMFODISJDKF

Now this is all I can think about……..

Thots under the cut (SMUT 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI)

Okay but I’m just thinking about him showing up late one night—maybe he’s had a bad day and he just wanted to tuck the kids in to bed or even just check on them to see how they were.

You’re standing at the door with your arms crossed, leaning on the doorframe as you watch him be soft and gentle with your kiddos.

“Thanks for lettin’ me come by.” He says softly, the door clicking into place behind him.

The look on his face is one you remember all too well. Most likely he wasn’t sleeping—the nightmares keeping him awake again—and it was obvious that he’s been struggling with whatever was going on at work.

As he began to head out the front door you finally cleared your throat to speak.

“Look like you could use a beer.”

———————

Before you knew it what started as drinks on the couch turned in to your legs wrapped around his waist, fingernails digging into his hips as you moaned softly while your back arched off the couch.

“Jesus—fuck. Shoulda never let you go, sweets.” Bucky panted, voice barely above a whisper as his hips moved rhythmically against yours.

You simply whimpered as a response, brain too fogged in pleasure to be able to fully comprehend his words.

“You feel that, baby?” Bucky repositioned himself so that his forearms lay on the couch on either side of your head, stroking your hair back softly.

A gargled grunt tumbling from his mouth as he felt your walls squeeze him tightly.

“You feel how—how fucking good we feel together? How we were fuckin made for each other, huh?”

Each of Bucky’s thrusts punctuated his words, decorated with a breathy grunt as his thick cock pressed against your sweet spot.

“Bucky, baby, please don’t stop. Y’feel so good, please.”

#asks #bucky barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes drabble #Bucky Barnes #exhusband!bucky Barnes #ex!bucky Barnes #ex!bucky #exhusband!bucky #exhusband!au #bucky Barnes au #Bucky Barnes smut #sav’s drabbles #Sebastian stan #sebastian stan character

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