#divorced!bucky barnes

[notafunkiller]

out of style

Summary: A year after your divorce, you and Bucky come face to face at your closest friends' wedding. Emotions run high, leading to a fiery confrontation that takes a detour to Bucky's hotel room, where the old flame might just reignite.

Pairing: ex-husband!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, fingering, oral séx, no condom (but f is on birth control), language, a little alcohol, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 7.2K

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A/N: I really hope you'll enjoy it!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

What an ass... He has no shame at all. And the worst part? You’re still somehow surprised by it. As if you haven’t known him for years.

You look away, making sure to take a sip from your wine before focusing on the conversation again. It’s Nat’s big day, and you’re so happy for her, but listening to this story for the seventh time is exhausting. Same reactions, too: “Wow, he’s so well trained.” or “The wedding bands didn’t fall even once. Enzo is fantastic.” He’s a trained dog, you don’t get why they’re so fucking impressed.

You give Nat a smile before you excuse yourself to go to the bar. Maybe you should get a cocktail, the wine tastes terrible. On the way, you notice Steve talking to Miss Sunshine in the right corner, and you just nod toward him politely, trying to look unbothered. It’s his best friend’s girlfriend after all. What did you expect? Plus, maybe it’s just a polite conversation.

“A Sex on the Beach, please,” you murmur to the bartender.

“Vodka so early?”

You turn your head with a sigh just to see a guy you recognize from Nat’s engagement party. A fresh haircut, a simple suit and wandering eyes.

“Is there a time limit for a cocktail?” you respond, rolling your eyes when you notice he is still fixated on your chest.

He immediately raises his hands in defense as he takes a seat next to you.

God, if you hate one thing about being single besides the lack of sex is this… needing to deal with those men. It was perfect when Bucky used to take care of them.

“I didn't mean it like that, sweetheart.” You scrunch your nose instantly. God no!

“Here you go!” The bartender places the glass gently in front of you, and you’ve never been more grateful to see her.

“Thank you!” You smile before taking a huge sip, hoping it will turn him off and make him get away.

“A vodka tonic for me.” His tone is commanding, and you try not to roll your eyes again as he leans in closer. “We’re matching.”

“Huh?” You choke.

“Vodka lovers.”

Alright, time to get out of here!

You quickly grab your glass and stand up, making sure to fix your dress just in case, but his eyes are already on your breasts again. For fuck’s sake! How is he Steve’s cousin?

And talking about Steve, you almost jump when you hear him saying your name.

“Hey.” You’ve never been happier to see him.

You can’t say the same thing about his friend, who’s right next to him, looking the creepy blondie up and down.

“Is everything alright?” Steve asks with obvious concern.  “Do you feel okay?”

“Hey, man! The food is great and the company even better. Look at her, such an eye candy, am I right?” He chuckles at his own disgusting comment. “I mean, you’re married. Don’t answer that, I don’t want Romanoff on my back.” And after all of this, he has the audacity to wink at Steve. But before you can throw your cocktail over his shirt and make a scene, Bucky’s already getting in front of you, blocking your view with his huge back.

“If you want to keep your teeth, get the fuck out of here and never, ever get even within three feet of my wife. Am I fucking clear?”

His tone is so cold, harsh, and arrogant at the same time, but also so possessive. It surprises both: you and Steve, because he immediately looks at you confused before dropping his eyes on your hand.

He must be looking for a ring.

God, you never hated Bucky more than when you see blondie standing up and going straight outside just like that. It makes you even angrier because it’s always a man who has to explain the obvious signs to these assholes so they leave. You say no? You are playing hard to get. You are with a man? Then it’s all off-limits.

You sip your cocktail with frustration, the taste of vodka lingering on your tongue.

Then, you take a step toward Bucky, grabbing his arm and turning him so he can face you. “Listen and listen good, I’m not your wife and I don’t need you to play the macho hero! I can handle myself, so back off!” You wanted to leave after saying this, but the way he looks at you makes you change your mind. His eyes softened, showing a trace of your old Bucky, and it only pisses you off more. He labeled you just like that... “I divorced you for a reason, I’m not your property or responsibility. Stay out of my fucking business or I’ll show you exactly how well I can take care of myself!”

You hand him your half-full glass and storm out, seeing red. Or well, blue.

You anticipated that he’d come after you, of course you did. You know him, as much as you hate to admit. You still know him well. Too well.

And when you hear his sigh behind you, you don’t jump.

“You can handle yourself, but he was all over you. Sorry for being a gentleman.” He apologizes sarcastically. “I guess old habits die hard.”

“Too bad, Barnes! I am not your little wife. I am not your girlfriend. I am not even your friend.” You turn your head to look at him as he’s standing on the other side of the balcony. “And I am not that flavor of the month of yours, you have to kill these habits.”

He raises his head. “Flavor of the month?”

“Yeah, your plus one. You know, you should take care of her instead of trying to play hero and calling me your wife.”

“Keeping an eye on me? He smirks. “Thought you divorced me for a reason.”

Fuck him! He thinks he got you... “I did! You couldn’t open your mouth to say what bothers you, remember?”

“Well, I opened my mouth to do something else, far more exciting.”

You gasp, incredulous at his audacity.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You scream, walking toward him. “Seriously!”

“What is wrong with me? You tell me! You divorced me for a reason.”

“Don’t you have someone else to bother? Fuck off already, Bucky!”

“You got angrier with me now than back there with him. Unbelievable!” He shakes his head.

You take a deep breath, trying not to have a crisis. You are not gonna let him get to you. “Look, can you just pretend this didn’t happen?”

He instantly looks at you shocked as he leans in. “This as in,” he waves between you two. “Our marriage? You think I can pretend our marriage never happened?” His voice grew louder, his words punctuated by sharp, angry inflections. “You think just because we divorced, you get to ask me that? How can you...”

You’re taken completely aback by his whole attitude, and it’s like you’re back in time at your wedding as he made you sneak out so he can make you come on his tongue after saying all sorts of things.

You don’t know why you suddenly remembered that, but you need to snap out of it.

“I meant the whole interaction, you annoying man!”

“How was I supposed to know?” He looks much more relaxed now, though, and before you can think about it, you’re poking his chest.

“Why would I tell you to forget about our marriage, Bucky?” You smile. “You are more than free to think about me as you fuck your little flavor of the month. I am not gonna stop that.”

You see his eyebrows raise instantly as his gaze drops to your finger. “My little flavor of the month? How many times did you think about me fucking her?” His hand finds your wrist. “Did you wonder if I’m fucking her from behind as I choke her? Did you imagine me coming all over her tits? Did you-”

You grab his cheeks, just the way he likes it, to stop him.

“You think I have nothing better to think about? I have my own dicks that occupy my thoughts,” you lie through your teeth, and he knows it. God, he knows it as he chuckles right away.

“What’s so funny, Barnes?” You let go, expecting him to do the same, but he’s still holding your other wrist.

“You have no dick to think about. I know you broke up with your last flavor of the month, honey.”

He knows how much you hate being mocked with the word honey, but you bite the inside of your cheeks. “It’s funny really,” you fake giggle, looking up at him. “You assume I don’t have someone already. Maybe I’m just enjoying my life after our divorce... new dick every month since I am a free woman. I don’t even need something serious. You know how much I love sex.”

His smile immediately drops, his face reddening.

“You are absolutely infuriating!” Even his tone carries a sense of irritation.

“Aww, what happened?”

It’s his turn to grab your face, making you gasp. You don’t remember the last time he touched you, and you’re shivering.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, and you know it!”

“I don’t play games, Bucky, that is your specialty.” You smile, trying to maintain your composure. “Now let me go and get back to your little girlfriend. You can be mad about how many dicks she thinks about.”

“You can’t do the whole non-attachment shit. I know you well, don’t forget that. You’re my...” He talks so fast you’re surprised he stopped. You know what he was gonna say, of course you know. The audacity!

“I am not your wife, Bucky. You literally have a woman with you here tonight. We divorced, we live in separate places, and we fuck different people.”

“Who are you fucking, huh?” He almost spits the last words. “Tell me! Nat said you’re single.”

“You’ve been asking Nat about my personal life?” And she is spilling to him? No way.

“Fuck...” he frowns, dropping his hand from your face. “No.”

“Steve!” You realize. “God, this is pathetic! Why do you keep tabs on me, huh? Can’t you just mind your own business? Is your life goal to piss me off?”

“I’m not the one calling Jessica the flavor of the month.”

“Ha!” You laugh in his face. “Well, you have no success in getting a girlfriend. And they all look pretty familiar.” You can’t hide the venom in your voice. “The differences are they’re just taller and with less in the chest department. Quite interesting, don’t you think?”

“So you’re keeping tabs on me too!”

“You flatter yourself. It’s quite obvious, look at Jessica. Does she know you were married to me? Does she beg you to fuck her mouth? Does she...” You take a deep breath. “Does she call you daddy, James? Does she ride you until you lose control and turn her on her back so you can pound her?” You don’t care anymore. Right or wrong, you’re gonna let it all out. “Do you praise her? Tell her how wet she is for you? How your cock is made for her? Do you... do you tell her you love her while she’s coming? Do you fucking call her your good girl?”

“Jesus-” You don’t let him continue his sentence, interrupting him.

“Does she take you like I did? Does she beg for you because she feels empty, James? Does she? Did any of them?”

“Stop. It.”

“Why? You didn’t stop!”

He sighs, reaching out to grab your cheeks gently. “No one does, are you happy? I don’t even fucking try. I don’t let anyone call me daddy, I don’t choke anyone and I definitely don’t fuck anyone like I fucked you. Are you happy? Seeing me miserable and pathetic? Are you enjoying it?”

You can’t deny the satisfaction and relief you feel when you hear that. Dating post-him was a very bad experience overall, so him not upgrading, indeed, in any way, makes you feel victorious. At least, you’re both suffering.

“Yeah, I actually enjoy that.”

“What about you?” He snaps. “Do you do all of that?”

“I don’t want to be called daddy, James.”

“You know exactly what I meant! You call those losers daddy? You choke around their cocks? Do you beg for their small dicks to go deeper and finish yourself off after it?”

“Like I begged for your small dick?” You ask annoyed, knowing how dumb this lie is, but what else can you say? No one compares to him and never will.

His response shocks you as he reaches down to the zipper of his worn jeans and pulls it down.

“What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?”

“Wanted to, you know… give you more mocking material in case you forgot how small it is.”

You have to think twice about what to say because the first thought was: I have enough videos, thanks. But you can’t. You can’t expose yourself like that.

“James, what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to hurt me?”

“With my small dick?”

You look away for a few seconds, not wanting him to read you. “Why are you doing this? We divorced, you’re seeing someone, I’m good by myself... just let it go.”

He smiles at that, and you realize you indirectly told him you are indeed not fucking anyone.

“Why would I let go of my wife?”

You’re slapping his chest before you realize what you’re doing. “Stop this, Bucky! Just fucking stop.”

He’s hurting you, how can he not see that?

“You said you divorced me for a reason. You said...” he pauses. “You ordered me to leave you alone. Well, what if I don’t want to?”

“What are you, a fucking stalker?”

“No!” He almost screams. “I am fucking in love with you, you infuriating woman!”

“W-what?”

He can’t be joking about this, can he? He is not cruel. He is not vile. This isn’t a game.

“I’m in love with you. I love you. You own me... you fucking control me.”

“How?”

He laughs hysterically, running his hands through his hair before pulling. “I am fucking obsessed with you: how you are, if you’re doing well, if you miss me, if you’re fucking someone else, if your date went great, if you regret being with me, if someone else makes you smile wider. I dream about you, I am so miserable I couldn’t be with anyone. With Mia it lasted a month. I wasn’t... I wasn’t okay. I am not okay.”

You look at him, waiting for more. “Go on and zip your jeans, we’re in public.” You  watch him quickly do what you demand before you continue. “And what about Jessica tonight? Or Alexa a month ago? Why are you lying to me?”

“It’s not real. Jessica... I was just trying to make you jealous, okay? I was sneaking looks all night, have you not noticed at all?”

You don’t smile, despite your huge instinct to. Instead, you cross your arms, watching him drop his gaze straight to your boobs.

“Why would I notice, James?”

“Well, how did you notice Jessica looking a little like you, that she’s with me here?”

Fair point...

“Just...” You’re suddenly gripped by this crazy urge to just fuck him right here. You even regret telling him to zip back up. You could have just lifted your dress as he lowered his briefs and took out his cock. And just like that, you could have just fucked against the wall or something. You would have let him rip off your panties too. You just need his cock so badly! “Shut the fuck up!” You snap, grabbing him by his neck so he can lean in enough for you to be able to kiss him. And oh, you kiss him!

You don’t have to fight to dominate the kiss, surprisingly, because he lets you. He lets you bite his lip and almost draw blood, he lets you unzip his pants again and push down his unfit-for-a-wedding jacket, and most importantly, he lets you be his again, as pathetic as that might sound. You feel him emotionally, not just physically.

Without wasting more time, you drop to your knees, making sure only your dress and shoes touch the floor directly. You drag down his pants and briefs at the same time from your position, and he looks at you surprised.

“I thought we’re in public and you were fucking some-” his words die as you bring your tongue to the head of his cock, tasting the precum, but not sucking even a little bit.

“Weren’t you saying something?” You tuck your hair strands behind your ears as you mock him. You love being on your knees for Bucky. He has this dominant energy, but he always makes you feel in power even when he fuck your mouth. And you enjoy it, you feed on it. One of the reasons you missed him so much. And he can take mocking. “Please go on. I am all ears.” You breathe out on his dick. “And tongue.”

“Oh god,” Bucky’s voice is a moan at this point, and you laugh. So easy...

“I’m your god now? Aww! Come on, do I have to do everything tonight?”

He looks down at you confused. His blue eyes are almost grey, and you know he’s on cloud nine already just because you’re there.

“What?”

“Oh, you need translation. Well,” it’s all you say before wrapping your lips around his dick and using both of your hands to push him as deep as he can go inside your mouth. He moans at the same time you gag, and his balls slap you in the face. He instinctively looks at you to ask if you’re okay, but you are more than okay. You are fucking alive. You encourage him to fuck your throat at this point by squeezing his ass cheeks and touching his balls.

“God, look at you! That pretty black dress…” He pulls out and back in not as forcefully as he can, but enough to make you start tearing up quickly. “On your knees for your man. That mouth!”

You find yourself moaning at the feel of his fingers grasping and tugging at your hair. Jesus, how you missed this...

“You have the sweetest mouth.” Does he even realize what he’s mumbling? “I could die right here. Right now,” he says and thrusts harder, which makes you close your eyes. You can barely see anything because of the tears, and he’s already close. “My pretty baby, my fucking girl.”

You’re getting wetter and wetter the more he talks, and it’s crazy. You’re cold and your jaw is hurting, yet you love this.

“Not caring if someone can catch us, just making sure you mark me again. God, I'm gonna come, baby. Gonna... should I p-pull-”

You don’t let him finish his sentence as you grab his ass to make sure you keep him there, in your throat, as he comes while moaning your name.

When he finishes, he immediately helps you stand up, before he kisses you desperately, his tongue immediately licking your bottom lip to get access. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. You moan in the middle of the kiss because his semi-hard cock is right where you need it, and it’s like torture...

“Need to taste you, okay, baby?” He asks with so much need in his voice. He sounds so whipped. “Need my pussy. Can I take you to my room?”

That is perfect, a dream at this point. But you need to make him a little more desperate.

“But the wedding… They would kill us.”

“I am sure you care sooooo much about this wedding and Nat’s stories. More than about getting my tongue on that pretty clit of yours and making you come all over my face.”

You can’t hold back your laughter.

“Fair point, Mr. Barnes. I deserve my orgasms, especially after listening to you pathetically trying to seduce me by admitting how desperate you are.”

“You dropped to your knees on this balcony just to mark my cock as yours.”

You pull his hair a little. “You said it yourself, it's already mine. Now get that ugly jacket and carry me.”

Bucky snorts, kissing your cheek. “You bought me that ugly jacket.”

“I know.”

*

You don’t know where you left your phone and even though you should feel panicked, you don’t. All you can focus on is Bucky taking off your dress and groaning at the sight of your cups. You couldn’t wear a full bra, so you improvised. They could barely hold your breasts, but no nipples showing? Win.

“Hurry up!”

“Jesus,” he moans and reaches for your cups. Desperate man... you roll your eyes, but let him uncover your breasts and grab them into his hands eagerly. He’s not just holding them, he looks and touches them as if he’s never seen boobs in his entire life, let alone yours.

“James...” You sigh, throwing your head back in pleasure when he finally gets your nipple into his mouth. Your hand finds his hair instantly, and you watch him suck happily while playing with your other nipple.

“You’re quite hungry,” you say with a smile, stroking his hair. You missed this so much. His need to always touch or sleep on your boobs, the way he grabs them while he’s pounding you... You shiver in anticipation when he switches to the other tit.

“Fucking shit, I missed them so much.”

You snort. “My boobs?”

“Mine.” He’s not sucking anymore, he’s eating them, shocking you.

“H-hold on a second, Bucky. They’re breasts, not my clit.”

“It’s been a year, love. Let me get my fill. I died without them. Died!”

As much as you wanted to think only about the part he missed your boobs, you can’t help the jealousy that clouds your mind. You were divorced, yet the image of him sucking someone else’s tits makes you want to hit a wall. Mia all over him... You pull his hair angrily. “You surely had other tits in your mouth, Bucky, for the past year. Don’t pretend this is any different.”

He immediately stops sucking. “You... you can’t believe this. Tell me you don’t believe this.”

You look away, too proud to face him. “What am I supposed to believe, huh? It’s been one fucking year.”

“I’ve been yours this whole year. I’ve been thinking about you, fucking my fist while watching... our videos, as fucked up as it might be. I tried to date, but I failed, and trust me, it has nothing to do with the size of my dick and my age. No one is you. No one smells like you or talks like you. No one is my brat with the god complex.”

“God complex?” You raise your eyebrow, keeping your face straight. “Fuck you.”

“I will fuck it out of you as I usually do, don’t worry.”

“Then why does it keep coming back?”

He chuckles. “Because you want to get fucked all the goddamn time.”

“Like you don’t!” You puff. “Come on, I breathe in your direction and you get hard, Bucky.”

“Did you see yourself? Did you have sex with yourself? You cannot judge me!” He grabs your breasts again. “There is no comparison, okay? You have no rival. Never did, never will.”

“That’s all?” You puff, amused. “My looks?”

“Do I even have to say… Your god complex exists for a fucking reason. You’re the smartest, most sarcastic, and feistiest person I’ll ever meet. One mocking comment, and you know how I get.”

“Pathetic?” You mock him on purpose just to get the reaction he is talking about. You love it when he compliments you.

“Is this why you divorced me? Cause I am a pathetic son of a bitch?”

You  take a deep breath. “I divorced you because you refused to communicate properly with me anymore, and you know it.”

“So not because of my small dick, either,” he remarks, making you roll your eyes.

“No, your small dick is one of the reasons I am here.”

Bucky dramatically touches his heart. “So you’re using me for my sex skills!”

“As if you don’t beg me to use you. Come on, put that mouth to good use before Nat comes after us.”

He doesn’t disappoint as he finally rips your underwear off, just like you fantasized about, and you use this as the perfect opportunity to fish for more.

“What happened, Jamie? So eager. Aren’t you a little good-”

The word boy comes out as a moan when you feel his index finger curled up inside you suddenly.

“What happened, honey? Too big for you?”

“Dick!”

“You’ll get that. I just need to erase the memories of having little pencils in here. That must have been traumatic.”

“You’re such a jerk!” You snort, but he’s right. It was really bad.

Bucky shrugs, finally kneeling properly between your legs before lifting them on his shoulders. God, yes!

“Gonna give my pussy some loving.”

“D-didn’t know you have a pussy, James.”

He smiles against your inner thigh. “I certainly keep what I lick.”

“Eww, what the fuck.”

He snorts, kissing your slit. “I am joking, baby. Tried to imitate one of those dicks you thought you could replace me with.”

Petty fucking bitch! You grab him by his hair and push him closer to your pussy.

“Shut the fuck up and eat!”

His tongue feels like heaven, indeed, on your clit. You’ve lost count of how many times you remembered him eating you out so you can come this year. He's just so good at eating your pussy.

You let out a satisfied sigh when he adds a second finger. You start to feel like before… like you and Bucky are still married and with no problem. Like you're happy. He makes you so happy. Made.

So you stare at his hair and stroke it as he sucks on your clit, completely squashed between your thighs, and try to hold back your tears.

When he adds his third finger and starts tracing eight figures on your clit with his tongue before he flattens it, you know you’re about to come.

There is something about the way he always manages to make you vulnerable even if it’s not intentional, to cut you open and get in... and you don’t want it to be over. You can’t let him go again after tonight. You’d suffocate.

Your efforts to delay your orgasm and not tear up are futile because when he sucks a little harder, you come and start sobbing somehow. The orgasm is strong and even though you’d want to watch Bucky, you close your eyes, letting yourself go, and shut your mind down for a second. Everything feels so overwhelming. So amplified…

You’re grateful he doesn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, either, even though you felt him hesitating when he heard you crying. You really needed this.

As soon as you finish, you drop your legs, furiously trying to wipe your face. He knows the difference between crying because of a crazy orgasm and you being emotional. He instantly gets back on the bed next to you and pulls you into the tightest hug you’ve had in two years.

“God, I’m...” You don’t know how to continue this phrase. You should not feel sorry for crying and you’re not pathetic for it. “I m-missed you so much, Bucky. Why did you give up?”

You feel his warm breath on your forehead. “I never gave up, baby, I swear.”

“B-but you did. You didn’t even try for more than six months. When I told you...” You take a deep breath. “That I want a divorce, you didn’t even look at me. Once, Bucky! Not even once…” You show him your index finger. “You simply agreed. You gave up on us. I was waiting for you to say: no, let’s try. No, I’ll communicate. Your words...” You sob. “Your words would have been enough for me. You should know that.”

“Oh my god, baby, please, breathe!” He kisses your forehead over and over again. “I never gave up, I swear. I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell you all of that, but you asked me for divorce. It felt like you wanted out. You were tired of fighting... you were tired of me. And I didn’t want to tell you to stay just so you could either stay with me out of pity or reject me. I would have died... To look at you and beg, and to see you detached.”

You shake your head into the crook of his neck. He cannot...

“How would I be detached if I tried for six months? How would I get tired of you?”

“Exactly. You tried for six months. I thought you snapped out of it...”

“Out of what?” You whisper, scared to say it louder, but he hears you anyway.

“Out of love.”

You immediately lift your head to look at him. He’s crying, too. “Bucky...” You bring your fingers to his cheeks and start to caress them.

“I just couldn’t remember us like this. I couldn’t look into your eyes and see you staring at me like I’m a stranger.”

“Jesus Christ, when did we fail to communicate this much?”

He knows you don’t expect an actual answer, so instead of speaking, he holds you, and kisses you, and makes you giggle.

The more you move into his lap, the better you feel his erection pressing against your pussy. So close, yet so far.

He groans, placing his hands on your hips. “Careful.”

“Well, I don’t want you to be careful. I want you to fuck me raw right now.”

“Right now? He snorts, using his position to his advantage and moving. And just like that, you’re suddenly pressed with your back against the bed, and his mouth covers the valley between your breasts. That didn’t take a lot of convincing.

“Did you fuck anyone else without protection?” You ask unsure how to formulate it without it sounding a little weird. You’re not even sure you want to know the answer if it’s positive, but still.

“No. Only condoms and well... to be honest more my fist,” he chuckles, helping you get on your back again by bringing a pillow under your head. “I tested myself, of course.”

You nod, trying to hide your happiness. You selfishly wanted this: no one but you to feel him without any barrier.

“Good.”

“What about you?”

“No one for me, either.”

You would laugh at his proud face if you didn’t know he might use it to tease you later. You can use it too, though.

“Come on, baby, spread your legs for me. Daddy’s home.”

You laugh surprised, but you do what he says. You really missed having him between your legs.

Needy, you reach for his T-shirt, that for some reason is still on, and you tug it down, showing him you want it off.

He hesitates for a couple of seconds too long before grabbing his T-shirt by the neck.

“Come on, what did you do? Got a tattoo?”

You get your answer as soon as he’s finally naked.

“Oh, God!” You instantly lift your hand so you can grab his necklace. “What the fuck, James...”

“I told you I never gave up on us.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve been keeping it on since we divorced?”

He blushes, looking away. “Yeah.”

“Even when you were with other girls?”

Your heart is racing.

“Never took it off.”

You giggle, touching the surface of the ring over and over again.

“No wonder why nothing worked.”

“I had no intention to make it work.”

You say nothing, just looking into his eyes and letting him see how fucking much you love him, how he could never be a stranger, and you kiss him, wrapping your legs around his ass to show him what you need.

“I want you to pound me, okay? I want to feel you for days, do you hear me? I am so wet and ready. Please, just fuck me!”

You shiver a little when you feel the back of his hand brushing against your clit while he brings his cock to your entrance.

“Gonna make you mine again, alright? Gonna make you forget this year and everyone who,” He finally thrusts inside you. “Tried to get you.”

He’s thick. Really thick, and you can’t believe how you managed to survive without this stretched-out feeling for a whole fucking year.

“I hate you so much!’

He snorts. “I am pretty sure you love me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have my cock inside you after one year.”

“This is the problem!” You hiss when he pulls almost completely out. “One year, Bucky!”

“Aww!” He says a bit mockingly before thrusting all the way in again. Oh my God... you close your eyes. “Is this your bratty way of telling me you missed my small dick?”

“Bratty? You think this is bratty?” You ask him sarcastically before bringing a hand to his ass. “Harder!”

“Harder, huh?” He quickly unwraps your legs and turns you on your belly before you can react.

You gasp, shocked by how fast he is and hating the emptiness, but he ignores it, bringing a pillow under your pussy.

“Ass in the air, come on.”

You comply immediately, staring at his face from the side. He looks like he’s on a mission, with his hair already in all directions and the wedding band hanging around his neck.

The first thing you feel is his mouth on your ass cheek, licking on a spot before biting.

You hiss. “James!” It hurts, not more than a spanking, but you weren’t ready for that.

“Mine.”

You snort, wiggling your ass. “Yeah, yeah. Now gimme my cock.”

And he does. He so does, he’s not slowly entering you, no. He pushes in almost fully with only one thrust, making you bite into your pillow.

“You missed that, didn’t you? The way I fill you up is so good. The way...” He slaps your ass. “No one can make you feel so good. No one can fuck you like the desperate whore you are for my cock.”

You moan loudly into the pillow. You love being called a whore like this. Because he is right and he is obsessed with it, anyway. “B-Bucky...”

“Tell me whose cock you love? Tell me.”

He’s thrusting so fast at this point that you can barely even hear him.

“Bucky.”

“No, no, no. That is not what you call me like this.”

“James...”

He suddenly stops thrusting, and you whine, lifting your spinning head to look at him over your shoulder. No matter how much you try to tilt your hips to make him move, you fail.

“If you want to get fucked, baby, you gotta call me the right-”

“Daddy. Daddy, daddy. Happy now?”

He rolls his eyes, obviously not that happy with your tone.

You smirk.

“I see you need a lot of battiness fucked out of you.”

“Then why are you not fucking me, daddy?”

“Oh, goddamn it!” He’s not holding back now, moving like he used to. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you love me... that no one, fuck- no one is like me!”

His voice tinges with a hint of neediness... maybe even urge. His vulnerability takes you a little aback because it’s stronger than his mocking. He’s genuinely seeking for reassurance as he gazes at you with a mixture of desire, desperation and longing. He’s searching for validation in your eyes the way you were earlier, so you give it to him.

“You’re the only one for me, J-James. I love you forever. I never... I n-never stopped!” You can’t keep your head up a second longer as you drop it on your pillow, moaning.

“We’re getting married tomorrow.”

You half-snort, half-moan. “W-we can’t.”

“We can.” The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy almost covers the sound of his voice.

“We... we have to apply first.”

He spanks your ass again, and you scream, the sudden pain making you feel so good.

“So wet for me. They stood no chance. T-they don’t know how hard you want it.”

“Daddy, please... Please!” You’re a moaning mess. You just need a little harder. Just a little.

You’re not sure if you’re gonna have a voice after this. He’s pounding you so hard.

“My good, good girl.” He’s squeezing your hips, and the sound of your skin slapping is echoing. “God, gonna come for me? Jesus, wanna fill you up with my come too. Please, baby.”

You don’t know when or how he manages to do it, but he sneaks one of his hands under your body and pinches your nipple. You gasp, the wave of pleasure hitting you as he keeps fucking you. You feel your body weakening when he says your name over andl over again, but you don’t open your eyes for a while, letting him fuck you desperately while playing with your breast.

“Gonna- fuck, take my come, wife! Take me!”

He’s coming so much... surprisingly much even for him. You can feel him dripping down your thighs even when he slows down, then stops his movements before he falls on top of you as soon as he finishes.

“James...” You groan. “You’re heavy.”

He places a small kiss on your back, and you giggle.

“I love you.”

You melt, but he moves to the side before you can reach for his cheeks.

“I love you, too.” You kiss him. “So much that I let you drag me out of my best friend’s wedding reception.”

Bucky snorts, brushing his nose against your face. “Pretend all you want, I know you were bored as fuck.” You feel him slowly pulling out of you, and you whine. It’s a little uncomfortable. “Sorry, wifey.”

“I’m not your wife yet.”

“Yet, but you were and you will be again this week.” He takes your ring finger into his mouth.

“Bucky!”

“What? We need new rings.”

You try to pull out your finger. “No, we don’t. I have mine.”

“We need...”

“How about we use all that money for a vacation instead?”

“Neah, honeymoon is honeymoon.”

He finally lets your finger go. “We are not buying other wedding bands.”

“I am not debating a new engagement ring, though.”

You roll your eyes, but you know it’s the best deal you can get.

“Fine, a new engagement ring,” you agree while rolling ro his side and placing your head on his chest. “I don’t wanna move.”

“Don’t want to or can’t?”

You decide to surprise him by biting a spot right above his nipple. He groans while you simply laugh.

“You just can’t be subtle, can you?”

“If you’d wanted subtle you’d have gone for someone like Steve.”

“Eww, Bucky. I have your come dripping out of me and you bring up Steve?”

“You literally talked about Nat a sec ago.”

Then, as if a switch was flipped, your eyes widen. “Oh shit, my phone!”

“Where did you forget it?” Bucky asks casually, so used to gathering your things for you. You really missed that, too.

“Table. God... Do you think they know?”

“Know what?” He giggles, raising both of you until your backs touch the headboard. “That you dropped on your knees in the middle of the wedding to suck my cock? Or how I fucked you raw until you cried.” A sudden realization crosses his face. “You asked me to fuck you raw. Are you... still on the pills?”

You roll your eyes. “You think I’d let you fuck me like this for the first time we talked to each other properly since we divorced if there was a big chance to get pregnant?”

“I assume you are still on the pills, don’t be patronizing!” He kisses your nose, which he knows tickles you.

Ass...

“You are asking a dumb question instead of getting your ass downstairs to bring me my phone.”

“How is that dumb? I wanted to know if I should get you a pill or something.”

“So you don’t want babies with me!” You try not to laugh as you say it, biting your lip to keep your face serious.

“Why do you act as if I told you I don’t want a baby with you?” He chuckles when he sees you pouting. “We’re just getting back together and no way you’d want a baby now. But if I am wrong, let’s go for it. I can give you a baby, just get off the pills.”

“You don’t give me a baby, James. We have a baby together!”

He sighs, getting off the bed to get his clothes back on. “Obviously, but I am the one coming inside you. This is what I meant. I am all in. But we need some adapting time at least.”

You should stop this whole teasing-testing thing. You both have the same opinion after all. You might have a baby, and you know he’d be involved one hundred percent, but not now. Absolutely not.

“I know. Thanks for asking.”

“You’re such a tease.” He snorts, putting on his pants. “Before I go, do you want me to run you a bath or should I bring you a towel?”

“Do you plan on staying there?”

He turns his head to you instantly. “Yeah, sure. I am gonna eat some steak and brag about fucking my wife.”

“Alright, alright. Bring me a snack and we can take a bath together. Actually,” you think about it better. “I’m gonna clean up and wait for you.”

“You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?” He asks as he fixes his jacket.

“Why? Is this all you could give me?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

“Sure.” You spread your legs at the same time you grab your own breasts, making him groan. It’s so easy to get to him. And it’s hilarious.

“Jesus, you’re planning to kill me.”

“Not you acting as if it’s the first time this happened.”

“It is the first time in over a year, baby.”

You feel yourself softening again. “True. Now, please, please, please, don’t give them any details and bring me a snack.”

“What snack?”

“Anything, make me a plate, I don’t care.” He nods before reaching for the keys. “Oh, and Bucky? Tell your flavor of the month you don’t need her anymore.”

“I told you she is not-”

“And tell Nat I’ll make it up to her!” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence. You don’t need him to defend a random girl’s honor.

“You’re so jealous.”

“Lock the door!”

You giggle satisfied when he closes the door and let yourself scream out of happiness while staring at the bite he left on your ring finger. Mrs. Barnes never got out of style.

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[valleyfae]

Okay so I’ve never seen you write something like this, but reader and Bucky are both divorced (they don’t know each other), and Bucky’s friend lives in the same apartment building as you and you bump into each other one night after you have a bad date

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✴︎ 𝐒. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Paring: divorced!Bucky Barnes x divorced!reader

Warnings: smut 18+ ONLY MDNI, you already know the intensity of Bucky’s pussy eating skills and his dirty talk game

“Shit—” you mutter under your breath, continuing to let out frustrated curses as you bend down to your purse, your stuff scattered across the lobby floor.

One hand running over his beard, Bucky steps past the elevator doors, eyes immediately drawn to you, stressed, hastily collecting your things.

“Oh, it’s okay, I g- I got it,” your face heats up, swallowing your pride as the man shakes his head, pink lips morphing into a soft smile.

He lets out a soft grunt, pushing himself off his knee, eyes fixed on your black dress until he’s back on his feet.

Gently placing your handbag in your clammy palm, Bucky’s long, dexterous fingers skim your skin sending goosebumps up your spine. “Don’t worry about it,” he nods, his alluring smirk intriguing.

Stressfully massaging your temples, you look up at him—the look in his clear blue eyes piercing as he holds himself back from his instincts that are telling him to pull you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry, I- I just.”

“Bad date?” Bucky asks, worry line prominent. He lets out a huff, watching as you follow your sniffle with a nod. “Trust me. I get it.”

Slightly shocked by Bucky’s response, your heart rate jumps. “You’re not married?” You quickly try and brush off your tears of annoyance and frustration, flattening down any wrinkles in your dress.

“Not anymore.” His chuckles sarcastic as he scratches his beard. “You know how it is, start off in love, get married before you really know each other, shit goes sideways, and all of a sudden, you’re spending your Sunday nights drinking beer on your best friend’s couch like you’re 25 again.”

“Well, you look really nice.”

Letting out another huff, Bucky smiles. The look in his look genuine, taking in a compliment that felt sincere even if it was out of pity.

“And it looks like you haven’t given up yet, a woman who knows what she wants.”

Reciprocating his natural grin, the exhaustion in his eyes evident. “You caught me on a special night that could’ve gone a lot better.”

An awkward silence falls over the two over you. Thoughts synchronized—Bucky rocks onto the back of his heels, words stuck in his throat, not wanting to overstep you play with the hem of your dress, looking down. You flatten the black fabric, snapping out of your fantasyland as Bucky clears his throat, “Well if ever need anything or wanna talk, I’m here.”

Heart rate quickening, you try your best to maintain eye contact. “Thanks,” you mutter, lost in the lust Bucky emits.

“I can give you my number if that’s alright with you?”

“Oh yeah, sure, let me just,” heartbeat now rapid, you fish your phone out from the bottom of your bag. “Here you go.”

Bucky’s confidence shines through his demeanor, reassuring you’re flustered by his charm and not uncomfortable.

You take your phone in your hand; his nimble fingers delicately skim your skin. “Have a nice night…” glancing down at your phone, you smile, “Bucky.”

“Have a nice night, sweetheart.”

One week later…

“Oh— fuck…” you groan; hands have gone tense as Bucky hits your perfect spot with his fingers—lathered with your slick, he wraps his plush lips around your clit, tongue playing with the pulsating bundle of nerves he carefully sucks.

Continuing to work his fingers past your entrance, he grins, moving down to your folds. His coarse beard grazes your flesh, provoking a string of throaty curses.

“Finally getting treated like a woman deserves,” Bucky looks up at you, lustful eyes admiring your heaving chest as he places a soft peck on your clit. “Sweet pussy too good to not be taken care of.”

“Uhmm,” you let out an unapologetic groan, instinctively rolling your hips—muscles contracting as he curls his fingers, continuously hitting the perfect spot.

The foreign feeling of intensifying euphoria rushes over you—the sensation of Bucky’s fingers diving in and out of you, his tongue still working on your pulsating mound. Your mind whirls with the fogginess that instantaneously jolts your muscles, forcing you to arch your back off his ruffled sheets.

“Yes, Bucky, p-please,” you plea. “Please, Bucky— I can’t. Feels s-so good.”

Anticipating your climax, the rough pads of his fingers glide right back to where you need him most. “Won’t even have to use your vibrator to go to sleep like you’re used to,” he grunts.

You roll your eyes at his snarky comment but can’t ignore how close you are. “Bu-Bucky, I can’t— I can’t hold it.”

“Cum for me, sweets. Go on, make a mess.”

Rant endnote:

Sorry this is not proofread or good but 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Me confused why I can’t finish my WIPs but then go on write whatever this is after telling myself I was just going to respond with “OMGG YESSSS!!!! SO DILF DADDY SLAY!!”

And yes, I didn’t finish writing this at Shabbat dinner and left after an hour… I’ve had a tummy ache all week. Don’t look at me.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

I want to say thank you for all of your sweet messages on my form. They all mean a lot to me, and I wish there was a way for me to respond. I hope you guys enjoyed the fic. Sending my love <3

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[navybrat817]

Would you ever write divorced Bucky?

Divorced!Bucky who meets and falls for the reader, nonnie? Abso-fucking-lutely. Divorces the reader and the two of you get back together later? I would need the right kind of story for that. ❤️ Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #character ask #bucky barnes #divorced!bucky barnes #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[imaginedreamwrite]

I need to cause myself pain, so enjoy some angst —

“I’m still in love with you.” You can see his face change, the way his nose scrunches and the way his eyes narrow. You can see the reflection of something you once loved now tarnished and broken, a little disfigured that irritates you yet you can’t help but reach for it.

“Stop it.” He hissed, and its unfair that your heart skips a beat to have his attention on you in this way. “Stop, our divorce is finalized, I chose Natasha. Its over.”

Your daughter is skipping down the stairs carrying her favourite doll, the last doll you and Bucky had bought together before the divorce had gone through. It was the last Christmas you spent as a whole family and the doll was on her Wishlist for months. It was a gift you’d bought her, but stated it was from the two of you, as Bucky’s money had gone suspiciously thin the weeks leading up to the holiday.

“Please, Bucky-“ he was harsh now, angry and bitter, shaking your hands off as you reached for him, just to feel him.

“This shit has got to stop. You’re pathetic.” He is cold, he is nothing but vile in his tone as he side steps you, letting your daughter burst through the door.

“Mama!” She hugs you tightly, you are her favourite person and that is one thing Natasha and Bucky cannot take from you. “Mama, I missed you and your cookies-“

“Natasha made cookies, ladybug.” Bucky is trying to get your daughter to cling to Natasha, to open up to her as a future stepmother but your daughter knows, even from the young age, what had happened behind closed doors.

“They were dry,” she furrowed her brows and scrunched her nose, “and they had nuts-“

“They’re Russian, Hope. And remember what we said about being nice to Natasha?” Bucky gave you a look, thinking you were poisoning your daughter against his mistress.

“I like the ooey gooey ones mama makes.” Hope, your beautiful daughter, clings to your leg. She loves her dad, but doesn’t take to Natasha like he had hoped.

“I have some at home,” you brushed her hair back and looked at her blue eyes, her beautiful gaze that entices you, “we can have some-“

“Natasha made her some.” Bucky’s arms crossed over his chest and he stares you down, almost daring you to try it.

“I heard you.” You snap back, baring your teeth as you scoot Hope down the steps. “She said she didn’t like them-“

“-because someone coached her to.” Bucky implies your influence and you want to cry.

“Go to the car, Hope. I’ll be right there.” You watch her run and open the door, climbing in with ease like the money she is, and then you look back at Bucky.

“Why do you hate me? What did I do to you?” Your voice constricts and your throat is tight. You love Bucky, you love him and he despises you.

“Quit teaching our daughter to hate Natasha. She’s getting upset-“

“Upset? Are you serious right now?” You’re in love with Bucky, you wish the divorce hadn’t gone through, but maybe its your desperation to hold on to something you never truly had.

Was he ever really yours?

“I didn’t do anything-“

“Don’t.” His bite is sharp. “Don’t play stupid, its not cute. It makes you look like a bitch, Y/N.”

Your heart shatters and you physically can’t catch your breath. When did he grow to hate you? When did your ex-husband become so toxic?

“Please don’t call me that-“

“Next time Hope comes over, she better love Natasha. Quit the toxic shit to make yourself feel better.” He is delusional but you can’t argue with him.

“Bucky, please-“

“Get off my property. You’re not allowed to be here anymore.” He got the house, you got an apartment.

“Okay…” you’re dejected but you leave anyway because you can’t stay even if you wanted to.

“Natasha,” you hear him speak as he enters the house again, “dorogoy, I’m really sorry-“ (my darling)

You do what you’ve done for months now. You get back in the vehicle and slam the door shut, you put on Hope’s favourite music and you drive away, your heart in tiny, jagged fragments.

#Bucky Barnes angst #Bucky Barnes is an ass #divorced!reader #divorced!bucky Barnes #angst

[thatmexisaurusrex]

"Sam Finds the Note" and "Bucky Has Regrets"

This is for the @sambuckylibrary's TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024's prompt "Divorce Arc" Keep reading has the description of the gifs.

"Sam Finds the Note"

Sam stands on The Paul & Darlene as he holds Bucky's goodbye note, which reads:

"I'm sorry, Sam. I have to join them to protect you all. - Bucky"

The dialogue goes:

Sarah: Please come back with me to the house, Sam.

Sam: I'll meet you at the truck in a second, Sarah.

Sarah: ...Okay, I'll be in the car.

Sam: ...

Sam: Bastard...

Sam: We could have fought this together.

Sam: If you believed in me...

Sam: If you believed in us...

Sarah: ...Sam?

Sarah: ...Sam?

Sam: I'm coming.

Sarah: Okay, Sam.

"Bucky Has Regrets"

Bucky holds his head in his hands on a plane as the net behind him sways.

The dialogue goes:

Bucky: I'm such an idiot.

Contessa Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine (Val): Stop complaining, Sergeant.

Val: A few missions and I'll let you go back to playing house with the new Captain America...

Val: ...for a day before I bring you back in.

Bucky: I should have listened to Sam.

Val: And, what? Let me seize The Paul & Darlene? Bring Sam in for vigilantism? I would have.

Val's phone rings, rings, rings.

Bucky: Why did I only leave a note?

Val: Get a grip before we land, Sergeant.

Val: I don't have time for this - Val speaking. What's up?

Val walks away and her heels clack, clack, clack away.

Bucky: Sam was right.

Yelena: Probably. But you're here now, Barnes.

Bucky: I should have stayed. Fought this.

Yelena: She threatened your family.

Bucky: Yelena, Sam's never going to forgive me.

Yelena: Maybe he'll be so mad that he'll find us and save us to give you a piece of his mind.

Bucky: Why did I panic and agree to this?

Yelena: Because you're an idiot like you said.

Bucky: I'm so sorry, Sam...

#tfatwsanniversary2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky edit #sambucky fanart #angst #sarah wilson #yelena belova #contessa valentina allegra de fontaine #divorce arc #Sam Finds the Note #Bucky Has Regrets

[holylulusworld]

Barnes vs Barnes (15) - 365 - FIN

Summary: The unavoidable happened. What will Bucky do now?

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Ex-Wife Reader; Mobster!Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Jake Jensen

Warnings: angst, mentions of past cheating, Lloyd being Lloyd, arguments, mentions of delusional Nick, strong reader, under attack, fighting, characters death

Barnes vs Barnes masterlist

<< Part 14

Lloyd shakes his ass at the music he’s listening to, “I like big butts and I cannot lie. Damn right, sunshine. I like them big and juicy too.”

“Lloyd, what are you doing?” Steve grunts as your friend is rolling his hips.

“Let’s see if these moves fuck,” you shriek when Lloyd twirls around to tackle Steve to the ground. He holds him there, smirking. “Never underestimate your enemy, Rogers. Fowler may be a lunatic with an obsession for my lil’ sugar ´plum, but he’s a wolf ready to rip all of us apart.”

“What the fuck? Get off me, Hansen.” Steve pushes against Llyod’s shoulders to get him off him. “We are on the same side. Remember?”

“I wanted to remind you that Fowler can attack any moment. It’s called training and staying sharp Rogers. You call yourself Y/N’s protector, but you are as dangerous as an ant.”

“You think so?” Lloyd inhales sharply when Steve presses a gun to his crotch. “I don’t attack people openly. I wait for my chance. And then. I hit them hard, fast, and without mercy. Don’t get in my way, Hansen.”

“Guys, are you making out or do you try to kill each other?” Jake looks down at Steve and Lloyd. “I’m getting mixed signals here. Stop fooling around. While you are busy cuddling, Y/N made sure Fowler’s allies left town.”

“Fine,” Lloyd pushes off Steve and gets back up. He sneers at his opponent, curling his lip. “If you put sugar plum in danger, you are as dead as Fowler. I won’t let anyone hurt her.”

“I would never hurt her,” Steve snaps at Lloyd. “Stop acting like you are a saint or an angel. I’m her protector.”

“Her husband would object,” Jake throws in. “Can we all stop talking about Y/N as if she’s a damsel in distress? She’s the only one making sure our plan will work out. If anyone is the alpha in this team, it’s her.”

“What?” Steve and Lloyd grunt in unison.

“Lloyd, only because you bought a fucking rocking launcher you’re not the guy with the biggest balls. Y/N went to Marks and made him leave. She’s a mastermind, and tough. Stop underestimating her. Barnes did so for years.”

“One down. Only Fowler is left now,” you look over Jake’s shoulder as he watches the footage from the cameras at the abandoned building Fowler is hiding at. “Do I want to know how you managed to hack into the cameras?”

“I could tell you how I did it,” Jake dips his head and grins. “But I must kill you if I do. And that would be a waste. Don’t you think?”

“Keep your secrets, Jakie. We all hide things from the people we love,” you pat his head. “I trust you with my life. I don’t need to know every detail.”

“Unlike the alpha males crowding you most of the day, I don’t try to keep things from you. It’s just that I had to hack into serval servers and shit to get access. Highly illegal. I don’t want you to get involved in my crimes. This way you can always say you don’t know anything about the things I did.”

You wrap your arms around his neck from behind and peck his cheek. “You’re too cute, Jake. My sweet and smart best friend.”

Steve storms into the bedroom, yelling your name. He seems to be furious and panicked at the same time. “Y/N, come with me!”

He grabs your arm and drags you out of the room. “Steve, what’s going on? STEVE!”

You smell the gunpowder and blood before you hear the gunshots. You scream and cover your eyes when Steve pushes you out of the way when a gunshot hits the wall next to your head.

He shoots without looking, hitting the attacker straight in the chest.

“Stay behind me, doll,” he pants as he hands you a handgun. “Bucky said you know how to shoot. Aim for a kill, Y/N.”

You unlock the gun and follow Steve along the hallway. “What’s going on?”

“Fowler didn’t want to wait any longer. He drove a bus right through the gate. Lloyd and his men tried to keep them under control. It’s my job to bring you to the panic room.”

“Where are Jake and Bucky?”

“Jake is in the panic room, checking on the cameras. He’s giving us direction via earpieces,” Steve drags you around the corner. He presses you to the wall when another bullet threatens to hit you.

“Steve,” you tackle Steve to the ground. He can’t react. You aim your gun and fire at the man walking toward you, a shotgun in his hands. “Maybe we should’ve let Lloyd use the rocket launcher.”

“You are telling me,” Steve grunts when the man drops dead to the ground. “Stoop yelling, Jensen. I got that.”

“What?” you get back up and hold out your hand for Steve. “Why are you yelling at Jake.”

“He told me to move my ass and bring you to the panic room.”

“I love you too Jakie,” you grab Steve’s hand and start running toward the dancing room Lloyd showed you the first day you arrived at his place.

Jake unlocks the door and drags you inside. You look at Steve, holding out your hand for him.

“I need to go. Take care of Y/N. If they take all of us down, you must protect her,” Steve grabs your face to kiss you softly. “Stay here. No discussion, doll.”

“Steve. No!” you cry when Jake drags you inside the panic room and locks the room, leaving Steve outside. “No! Open the door. I must help them!”

“Lloyd, Bucky, and their men stand their ground,” Jake softly says. He guides you toward the small bed in the room. “Stay here, Y/N. We all agree that it’s for the best for us to stay here. I need to focus on the cameras to help them, okay.”

“Okay,” you sit on the bed, sniffling as Jake walks back toward the monitors on the wall. “Steve, to your right the path is clear. No one in the hallways. They try to take Barnes and Hansen down.”

“What?” you jump back up to look at the monitors. Lloyd fires at three men, taking two down. Your friend laughs like a maniac. He throws himself at one of the guys, running the next over to reach Fowler before Bucky gets the chance. “Lloyd, you fool! No!”

“He’s got this,” Jake pants. “Lloyd, to your left are at least ten more guys. Get to my car, I’ll unlock it for you. It’s bulletproof.”

Lloyd lifts his hand and gives Jake the finger. He smirks and runs in the opposite direction to get to his car. “Lloyd! No. Go back…”

Jake groans. “Fuck, what is he doing.” He gapes at the monitor. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” he exclaims as Lloyd gets a machine gun out. He runs back toward the enemies and starts firing at them. “He’s a lunatic, Y/N.”

“That’s…Lloyd…” You cover your eyes when the enemies fall. One by one by one. “He’s like that. You know it.”

“Fuck, he took them all out,” Jake huffs. “He’s got more luck than brains.”

“Where’s Steve?” you look at the monitors, desperately searching for Steve. “Jake? Where is he?”

“Uh-we should be more concerned about Fowler. He’s … fuck… forget it…” you gasp and clutch your hand to your chest as Bucky steps over his dead brother. “Bucky just killed him without batting an eyelash.”

“He did,” you watch your husband spit on his brother. “When we survive this night, I’ll call Matt. I want the divorce more than ever after.”

“Fowler was crazy, but Bucky is a cold-blooded bastard for killing his brother just like that.”

“Nick needed help,” you turn your back on the monitors. “His mother should’ve helped him by looking for professional help. Maybe he could’ve been saved.”

“Steve, to your left,” Jake yells. “That was the last one. Lloyd, your area is clear too. Barnes….Barnes.”

“He doesn’t answer. Right.”

“He’s walking away,” Jake sighs as you look at your hands. “I think it’s for the best. He made it out alive and…”

“We are over,” you say. “I slowly feel like myself again. If you know what I mean. Whatever this was between me, and Bucky should’ve ended years ago. When he doubted our relationship for the first time.”

“Well, shit sugar plum. My home is not my castle any longer,” Lloyd looks around his destroyed home, sighing deeply. “I need a damn good interior designer.”

You wrap Lloyd in a hug. “I’m so glad nothing happened to you.”

“It wasn’t my time, sugar plum. A bad day for Fowler, a good day for Lloyd Hansen. I only regret that I didn’t have the chance to use my rocket launcher.”

After you made sure nothing happened to Lloyd, Jake, and Steve you decided to find your own place. It was time to stand on your own feet and not let a man dictate your life any longer.

Lloyd insisted on checking on the neighbors. Jake insisted on taking care of the security. And Steve, well Steve rented an apartment at the apartment complex to be close to you.

Bucky, on the other hand, kept his distance. At least he signed the divorce papers.

“Steve, what are you doing here again?” you open the door only to find Steve standing in front of your apartment, a bouquet of lilies of the valley in his hands. “I told you that I need time on my own.”

“I gave you time and space, doll. Uh-please, give me the honor to have dinner with me tonight. I’ll try to cook for you.”

“You want to cook?” you grin. “Steve, you burn even water.”

“I’ll try for you…”

He gives you puppy dog eyes, melting your resolve. “If I say yes, you should know that I’ll never let a man tell me what to do and…” you sniff and drop your gaze. “You know that I cannot have children. I’m…”

“Perfect. Beautiful. Smart. Kind. Wonderful. The love of my life,” he goes on his knees. “I don’t care about anything but that my heart only beats for you. Please give me the chance that I can be a better man for you than James. I don’t want to spend one night but three hundred and sixty-five days a year with you.”

You cup his cheek and press a chaste kiss on his lips. “Let’s see if you can cook for me,” you whisper against his lips. “And you don’t have to prove that you are a better man than James. I already know you are…”

FIN - This is the end. I kept it open, but hopeful.

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#bucky barnes #steve rogers #mobster!steve rogers #mobster!bucky barnes #Barnes vs Barnes (15) - 365 - FIN #lloyd hansen #mafia au #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #tw: divorce

[imomnba-x07]

Ok I think after 3 years I’m finally recovering from the shock.

THIS WAS REAL?! WTF WERE THEY THINKING WHO SNUCK INTO THE WRITERS ROOM?! HOW THEY GANNA GOVE US THIS AND THEN EXPECT US TO NOT MAKE A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT

Yea Sambucky are never breaking up idgaf what happens in the movies, y’all theories are too pessimistic. The only reason Bucky joins the thunderbolts is to gather intell on them for sam. I will be dying on this hill. Bury me here.

#sambucky divorce my ass #as if Bucky esspianoge having self wouldn’t spy on some shifty government team for sam while sam saves the world #sambucky #sam wilson #sam wilson captain america #marvel #captain america #samuel thomas wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #fatws bucky #sam wilson supremacy #sam saving the world and looking pretty while doing it as he should

[sambuckylibrary]

TUESDAY: April 9 - Divorce Arc

#tfatwsanniversary2024 #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #divorce arc

[captainpikeachu]

the fact that Sam/Anthony is with Torres/Danny in Cap 4

and Sebastian/Bucky is with Wyatt/John in Thunderbolts

feels like Anthony/Sam and Sebastian/Bucky got divorced and they each took a kid 🤣🤣🤣

#this feels like divorced parents each getting a kid #is this the new parent trap? #sam wilson #joaquin torres #bucky barnes #john walker #anthony mackie #danny ramirez #sebastian stan #wyatt russell #marvel #mcu #captain america 4 #thunderbolts

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Sam: Steve, let me ask you a question....Tony got the furniture, the stereo, the good TV- what did you get? Steve:...You guys. Bucky: Oh my God...! Sam: You got screwed!

#incorrect quotes #steve & tony's divorce era #tony #steve & sam & bucky #original: friends #steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky barnes #mcu

[bonky-bornes]

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Riley/Sam Wilson Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Rogers (Marvel), Original Female Character(s), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Original Male Character(s), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Riley (Captain America movies) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Captain America, Civillian Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Divorce, Angst, Childhood Friends, Steve Rogers Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes/Original Male Character - Freeform, Therapy, brief medical scare, steve does art, they both have lots of problems, it's fine, everything's fine here, Implied/Referenced Canon Typical Violence Summary:

Several times, his coworkers had asked what his husband did for work. Bucky hadn’t been able to tell them because he didn’t know himself. Not all of it, anyway. Just his title and its dangers, and he couldn’t even share that.

“I can’t do it anymore, Steve. I can’t watch you leave and then wait hoping that you come home.”

Steve’s face had gone even paler and his grip on Bucky’s hand was vice-like. “What are you saying?”

Bucky’s heart pounded a violent tattoo beneath his chest. He knew what he needed to say, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to. There was a reason he hadn’t before. But he thought of Steve laying in hospital beds, tubes and wires attached to him and machines blinking. He’d seen the rhythm of Steve’s heart so many times he could picture it when he heard it.

“Captain America or me, Steve. You can’t have both. Not anymore.”

*

Or, after seven years of marriage, the boys get divorced

#my writing #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #divorce #come cry with me

[wenellyb]

Sooooo Sam and Bucky were definitely ex-husbands, right? Because I just finished Moon Knight, and Marc  Layla were giving off the same vibes as whatever was going on in the beginning of TFATWS.

Marc ignoring Layla’s calls/Bucky ignoring Sam’s texts.

Layla tracking Marc/ Bucky somehow always managing to locate Sam

Layla and Marc teaming up and protecting each other even though they’re still mad at each other and have a lot of unresolved issues/ Sam and Bucky  teaming up and protecting each other even though they’re still mad at each other and have a lot of unresolved issues.

Layla and Marc having a heart-to-heart talk and then holding hands/ Sam and Bucky  having a heart-to-heart talk and then holding hands.

Marc (&also Steven) being amazed at layla in her new suit/ Bucky being amazed at seeing Sam in his new suit.

#layla el-faouly #marc spector #moon knight #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #moon knight spoilers #ex-husbandism #I'm not even sure they signed the divorce papers

[valleyfae]

hi! can i request reader being subby and sitting on her knees between bucky's legs and him like caressing her cheek?

u can choose the plot ig, but this position is like top tier! love your writing

That position is fucking heavenly, instant weak knees and butterflies. This is aftercare with guys my age Bucky because... yeah hehe. I hope you enjoy, soft Bucky is the best, and I’m so glad you like my other stuff!

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Peacefully shifting off Bucky’s lap onto the floor, your eyelids weigh down with my warm ecstasy. Knees softly sinking into the charcoal sheepskin rug, you position yourself to face Bucky between his legs. You rest your head on Bucky’s muscular thigh, looking into his deep blue eyes. He takes in your innocent glow. 

Nuzzling against Bucky, he admires your euphoric state as you rest, a lazy smile rising on your face. He glides the pads of his rough fingers across your jaw, petting your flesh. "Hi, bunny," he softly chuckles, cupping your cheek and stroking your skin. "You did so well for me, always, my good little girl."

"Hi, Bucky."

Bucky chuckles softly, repeating himself, "Hi, bunny." 

Letting out a breathy sigh, you subconsciously part your lips. Your brows furrow as Bucky detaches his hand from your cheek; his colossal hand holds your chin, his fingers coasting your drool-painted bottom lip.

Brushing your smooth flesh with the pad of his thumb, he tenderly pushes his fingers past your dazed grin. Accepting his significant digits, you let out a faint hum, tasting the sweet reminiscence of your cum on Bucky’s skin.

"There we go," Bucky praises. "Close your eyes and relax. You did amazing for me."

#fran’s dialogues #guys my age: au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #divorced!dilf!neighbor!bucky barnes

[sjsmith56]

It Takes Two

Summary: Recently divorced Jillian meets up with friends at a bar then changes her mind. Bumping into a handsome man he convinces her to go inside. They dance then he brings her a drink and learn they have a surprising connection.

Length: 2.35K

Characters: Jillian, her friend Marla, Bucky Barnes, his friend Steve

Warnings: self-doubt, worry about weight, still hurting from divorce, talk of suicide, hint of alcohol abuse.

Author notes: Set in AU, told in third person. Main female character is named and described (sorry, I’ve tried but I just can’t write worth shit in x reader format). Except for Bucky’s admission of contemplating suicide and the pain both characters still feel about their divorces the mood is pretty fluffy by the end.

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Ever since Jillian’s ex, Brent, had announced he was leaving her for her personal trainer she had tried her best to move on. It hadn’t been easy as Karin was everything Jillian wasn’t. Tall, blonde, fit and tanned versus short, brown haired, a little plump and likely to burn if she was out in the sun for longer than 15 minutes. Already plagued with self-doubt after gaining weight in the first two years of their marriage, Jillian’s self-esteem took a hit when Karin, the woman who said she would do all she could to help her get fit, betrayed her instead.

Standing in front of the door to the bar where she agreed to meet her other friends, Jillian decided she wasn’t ready and turned around to leave, only to walk into the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

“Whoa, darling,” he grinned, gently grasping her arms as she shrieked from the impact. “You’re not going in?”

“No,” she blushed. “I changed my mind. I can’t….”

“Well, that’s a shame,” said the man, his blue eyes flickering to her lips. “A pretty lady like you makes this place better. You’re not standing a guy up, are you?”

“No, I’m just not ready to put myself out there yet.”

“Well, I don’t think you’re going to make a clean getaway,” he noted, pointing to her friends who were at the window screaming at her with excitement. “Friends of yours?”

Jillian rolled her eyes, “Never saw them before.”

He chuckled then opened the door for her, waiting for her to enter before him. With a sigh, she entered and went towards her friends as he waved to some people at the back.

Her friend Marla pulled her into the booth. “Who was that?”

“I don’t know,” replied Jillian. “I literally walked into him when I changed my mind about coming in here.”

“That is one gorgeous man,” gushed Marla, to the consensus of the others. “He was checking you out. He still is.”

It was true. He was sitting in the booth at the back with a full view of Jillian and her friends. Whoever was talking to him seemed to be asking him questions, but he kept looking over to Jillian repeatedly. When the band started playing and couples began drifting onto the dance floor Jillian smiled as her friends were asked to dance until she was left alone at the booth. Taking a sip of her beer she looked out the window, feeling the hurt of being ignored.

“May I have this dance,” said a familiar voice and she turned her head back, seeing those blue eyes gazing at her. She said nothing at first and the man offered her his hand. “If you take my hand, I’ll lead you to the dance floor and we’ll kind of sway back and forth. That’s usually how this works.”

Blushing, she took his right hand, feeling the calluses on his fingertips. When he offered his left hand for her to take, she noticed he wore a leather glove. Before she could say anything, he began to move but he didn’t sway. Instead, he guided her around the dance floor, his hands gently pressing and pulling her in the direction he wanted to go. At first, she didn’t know quite what to do and her natural instinct was to try and anticipate which way he was going. Several times she bumped into him, until he grinned and lowered his face close to her ear.

“Sweetheart, you have to let me lead you,” he said, loud enough for her to hear over the band. “I won’t steer you wrong. Honest.”

He smiled then and Jillian thought she had died and gone to heaven as he was so damned handsome. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m not much of a dancer. My ex-husband didn’t like close dancing.”

“That’s terrible,” said the man. “It’s the best way to get to know someone.”

As if to prove his point he brought her closer to him when the band shifted the tempo of the song to something slower and more romantic. At that point she became aware of his aftershave which smelled of sandalwood, cedar and citrus. He lowered his face close to her ear once again.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked. “My name’s Bucky.”

“Jillian,” she answered. “Do you come here often?”

“Once or twice in the past couple of months with my friends,” he replied. “Haven’t seen you here before.”

“It’s my first time. My friends said I have to get back out there.”

“How long has your ex-husband been your ex-husband?” His lips were close enough to her ear that she could feel his breath on her neck, making goosebumps run up her legs and thighs.

“Eight months since the divorce,” she answered.

She sniffed and was surprised to feel a tear fall down her cheek. Pulling her hand out of his she wiped it off, trying to stop the others from falling. Bucky stopped dancing and gently guided her off the dance floor then outside to the cooler air. As she looked apologetically at him, he pulled a clean handkerchief out of his pocket, offering it to her.

“Sorry, it just still hurts,” she sniffed, taking the handkerchief and dabbing at her eyes with it. “He had a yearlong affair with someone I thought was my friend, and I’m still dealing with the betrayal.”

“It does hurt,” he agreed. “Went through my own divorce two and a half years ago. Except it was my wife who cheated on me. We were living in the next town over when it happened. I didn’t handle it very well, kind of dropped off the radar for a while then my friend Steve opened a custom cabinet maker’s business here and invited me to partner up with him.”

“How long did it take before it stopped hurting?” asked Jillian.

He smiled sadly. “I’m still working on it but tonight I feel better.” He leaned close. “I met a very pretty lady.”

Jillian could feel her cheeks get warm and smiled shyly. She offered Bucky his handkerchief back and was pleased to see him open the door for her again. The band was playing a fast song that neither of them felt like dancing to, so he dropped her off at the table, then walked back to where his friends were sitting. She watched him walk away, liking how he filled out his dark wash Levi’s. When he turned around to look back at her he grinned at catching her watching him and waved so she waved back. Marla was the first to come back to the table and grasped her hand.

“So?”

“His name is Bucky, he’s divorced, and he’s a cabinetmaker,” said Jillian. “I got upset and started to cry so he took me outside, gave me a clean handkerchief and he smells wonderful.”

“He’s one fine looking man,” replied Marla. “And he’s coming back with two beers. I’m going to the ladies’ room.”

“No, Marla, don’t leave me,” pleaded Jillian but her friend was already gone, and Bucky sat down across from her, placing a beer in front of her space.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “The server told me what you were drinking.”

He held his bottle towards her and looked at her expectantly. Marla took her bottle and tipped it towards him before sipping from it. His eyes focused on her as he drank from his beer then he put the bottle down and leaned forward.

“May I ask you something personal?”

“Okay,” nodded Jillian. “As long as I can ask you something in return.”

“Goes without saying. May I ask the name of your friend who hurt you?”

“Karin Barnes,” she replied. “Why? And that’s not my question.”

He breathed out heavily. “My other friend Sam saw you on the dance floor with me and said my ex-wife broke up your marriage. She must have moved on from the guy she cheated on me with. I’m so sorry about her.”

Jillian didn’t say anything for some time, wondering what the chances of this gorgeous man were being connected to her worst nightmare. She took another drink of her beer, a longer one this time before speaking.

“She was my personal trainer. I gained weight after I got married and my ex said I should work out. She would show up at 6 am and we’d run for an hour then go to the gym and work out for another hour. Then I’d run home, shower, eat breakfast and be at work for 9. I forgot my work keys once and came home to her in bed with my husband.”

Bucky drank from his beer, his eyes never leaving Jillian’s, shaking his head with empathy as she talked, then he put his hand on hers.

“She said I was changed after my accident.” He gestured to his left arm. “I lost my arm in a construction accident then got into a clinical trial for a new type of prosthetic. I have almost full sensation with it, and it allowed me to continue doing fine carpentry work. But she didn’t like it, said it was too artificial looking. She was working as a personal trainer then, as well, and she started an affair with one of her clients. What a toxic person she turned out to be. How your husband could cheat on a beautiful woman like you is beyond me.”

Jillian smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’re very handsome and there is no way Brent is better looking than you. You said before that you fell off the radar. What did you mean?”

“I got on my motorcycle and rode across the country, working odd jobs, living in dive motels, drinking too much.” He smiled grimly. “It wasn’t a healthy way to deal with the betrayal and I hit rock bottom when I thought of ending it.”

“What happened?” asked Jillian.

“I bought a bottle of sleeping pills and a big bottle of scotch then sat in a cheap motel for an hour looking at them, trying to get the courage to begin taking them.” He took another drink of his beer. “This is all that I drink now. Two and I’m done. Just so you know. I opened the bottle and poured a dozen pills out into my hand and my phone literally rang at that moment. It was my friend, Steve. That’s him over there, the big blond guy and he’s dancing with your friend.”

They both looked, noticing her friend Marla and his friend Steve on the dance floor, watching them then ducking behind another couple. Both Bucky and Jillian put their hands on their mouths as they suppressed laughter.

“I think we were set up,” said Jillian.

“I think you’re right,” he replied, grinning. Then he got serious again as he finished his story. “I was that close to throwing everything away. Steve told me he was starting up his dream business and he wanted me to be in on the ground floor as his partner. I was falling apart, and he was giving me a second take at life. For another hour I looked at the pills then I flushed them down the toilet and the next morning was on my way here.” He took another drink of his beer. “It was important to me that you knew that before I asked you out.”

“You’re asking me out?”

“Well, yeah,” he smiled, and Jillian felt warm inside. “I mean look at you. You’re gorgeous. Maybe we’re supposed to go out if our friends who are still trying to watch us have anything to do with it. It takes two, Jillian. I’m willing to give us a try if you are.”

This incredibly handsome man sat across from her, his dark hair just a little on the long side, his eyes meeting hers in a level but soft gaze. His broad shoulders were impressive and she already knew how wonderful he smelled, and how good he looked in his dark wash jeans. She gave out a big sigh then looked at his gloved hand before looking him in the eye.

“May I see your hand?”

For a moment Jillian wondered if she had offended Bucky as his gaze flickered to the black leather glove. Then he smiled lightly and pulled it off, revealing a metallic hand, mostly black in colour but with lines of gold between the different plates and pieces that formed the hand and fingers. Despite herself she touched it then looked up at him for permission. Bucky nodded and she took it in both of her hands, running her fingers over the smooth surface, while tracing the sections. It’s coolness surprised her but the longer she held it the warmer it seemed to get.

“It’s incredible,” she said. “Such workmanship and precision went into this, and you can feel my touch?” He smiled and nodded. “This is a work of art and you are the canvas. If Karin used this as an excuse to hurt you then she was a horrible person.”

“So, you’ll go out with me?” asked Bucky, leaving his hand in hers.

“Yes.” She leaned forward over the table so that his face was just inches from hers. “I’d go home with you right now, if you asked, and I’ve never ever done that before.”

His soft smile became broader as he slid his right hand around her neck, pulling them closer together. As their lips met and their first taste of each other was felt, the kiss deepened into something they both knew was just the beginning.

Steve and Marla watched from the dance floor as Bucky switched to sit next to Jillian, his arm around her shoulders. It was obvious the new couple’s attention was only on each other, with their heads close together, already giving off the aura of an intense attraction. A huge sigh escaped Steve’s lips as he looked at his girlfriend of a few weeks.

“You were right, they’re perfect for each other,” he said. “Now, what about Sam?”

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#bucky barnes #buckybarnes original female character #steve rogers #divorced #still hurting #atthebarwithfriends #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes au

[imaginedreamwrite]

Title: Ring Of Fire

Pairing: Steve x reader x Ari, Jake x Natasha x Johnny

Summary: He left you broken and dragged another woman down with him. You’re divorced and now a single mother to a beautiful little girl, Hope.

You were never treated right; neither was Natasha. With both of you casting Bucky aside, you’re ready to be shown how to be loved properly.

#Steve rogers x reader x ari Levinson #Jake Jensen x Natasha Romanoff x johnny Storm #asshole!Bucky Barnes #divorced!bucky barnes #divorced!reader

[thatmexisaurusrex]

then like a sinner before the gates of heaven (I’ll come crawling back to you)

People said they wanted to see what my divorce fic would look like. Here it is! Enjoy! 😆

the pic is from here.

then like a sinner before the gates of heaven (I’ll come crawling back to you)

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: M | WC: 8.0K |

Summary: Bucky starts working for the Thunderbolts under dubious circumstances. Neither Bucky nor Sam are happy about it.

Excerpt:

Bucky had left Sam. In a moment of dread, Bucky succumbed to his worst instincts. Bucky knew he had. It was the wrong move. Bucky knew it the moment he did it. But all the same, he had done it. He couldn’t see another choice he could have made. Not one that would have stopped Fontaine. And now, Sam was in front of him. And all Bucky wanted to do was go back home with Sam. But he really couldn’t. Not after the shit he pulled. Not with Fontaine’s words haunting Bucky’s nightmares. “I really need to get back to work,” Bucky said, tired. Just. Tired. The words felt hollow in his mouth. Bucky felt the punch to the face. He moved with it so Sam wouldn’t break his hand on Bucky’s face. Fair. Bucky deserved that. “Fuck you,” hissed Sam, and there were tears. Angry, hot tears on Sam’s face, Sam’s goggles pulled up onto his forehead. “That’s all you have to fucking say?” asked Sam as he jabbed a finger on Bucky’s chest.

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#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #divorce arc #angst with a hopeful ending #my fic #then like a sinner before the gates of heaven (I’ll come crawling back to you)