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therapyandprozac · 1 year

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Together Again, at Last.

Title: Together Again, at Last

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.5k

Ship: Dean x Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: !!GUNS!!, vaginal gun fucking, established relationship, mafia!bucky, dom/dom/sub, pet names/honorifics, begging, bondage, over stimulation, oral sex

Description: Hi everyone! This is very very kinky! You’ve been warned. Reader doesn't need to breathe 🙈

You have been dating Bucky and Dean for a while, and it's going really well. However, always being out on missions and work makes it hard to see each other in person often. So when you do get to be together it's intense, to say the least. Months of teasing and sexy pictures, all culminate in bliss when you finally get to touch each other.

Driving up to your house you see two cars in your driveway. One an old black Impala and the other a sleek black Corvette. You smile, a blush already creeping up your neck at the anticipation of what is about to happen. You grab your suitcase and walk up to the door. Your heart rate steadily increases, with each step. You open the door, your breath catches, and you honestly forget how to breathe for a second.

You see Dean in a beat-up brown, leather jacket, dirty dark denim jeans, and even dirtier combat boots. He is sitting on a barstool facing you, drinking a beer, a crooked smile forming as his eyes meet yours. Bucky is sitting next to him. His suit jacket is thrown over the bar, white button-up, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Neat, pressed black pants to match the jacket and black, freshly shined shoes. His expression doesn't seem to change as he looks you up and down, taking another sip of his scotch. You drop your suitcase and run over to give them both a big hug, it's been months since you last saw your boys.

“Miss me, doll?” Bucky whispers.

“You know I di- did.” You stutter out as Dean places gentle kisses on your neck. “Are we still doing our plans for tonight?” You ask, grabbing Dean’s hair and pulling him further up your neck.

“Of course, Princess. Safewords?” He asks with his eyebrows furrowed, looking at you and Bucky.

“Green,” You say, biting your lips between your teeth to keep from smiling.

Bucky licks up your neck to your ear and whispers, “Yellow,” In a deep, almost growl.

“Red.” Dean says his cockeyed smirk shifting his face into a devious expression. You grab both of their wrists and drag them to the bedroom, not that they needed dragging to follow you. Dean lays on the bed one arm behind his head, and that stupid smirk is still on his face. Bucky lays next to Dean, palming him through his jeans. Dean groans and pushes up into Bucky’s hand.

“I want to see you, sweetheart.” Bucky’s voice is already laced with control and power. “Strip.” You almost frantically take off your travel clothes. Usually, you would take your time and try to be overtly sexual but right now you just want them on you, around you…in you, a whimper leaves your throat at the thought. You rip your shirt and shorts off carelessly, throwing them both across the room. You blush being newly exposed and wrap your arms around your waist and cross your legs a bit.

“Hey, no, it's been too long since we've seen you. We want to see our baby.” Dean says, his voice sounding like he’s pleading. You drop your arms cautiously looking at the ground and bite your lip. “That's my good girl.”

“Come here doll, before we tie you up and torture that pussy. I want you to grind on my leg.” Bucky’s words are slow and melt your brain as you straddle him on the bed. You adjust yourself so your arms are wrapped tight around his neck as you rock your hips gently above his pants not quite making contact. He groans and puts his hands on your hips, shoving you down on top of him.

“Wait, I don't want to ruin your pants.” You mutter, some sense of reason coming to your mind. Bucky doesn’t say anything, he digs his fingers into your hips as he moves your body so you are forced to grind on him. You don't need any more convincing. Finally having friction on your cunt, electricity shoots up your spine, and you moan as you roll your hips desperate for more.

“Oh that’s a good girl.” Dean growls. Watching you from the other side of the bed, rubbing himself through his jeans. He climbs over to where you are and sucks a beautiful hickey into your neck right in the spot that has you gasping, he knows you too well. He unbuckles your bra and throws it somewhere in the room, no one was paying enough attention to care. “Look up babe.” Dean says to Bucky because he was entranced in you rubbing yourself on his pants. Bucky groans when he looks up to see your tits in his face. He starts shallowly bouncing his thigh into you to force more pressure under you. He pulls one of your breasts into his mouth and toys with your nipple. You're close, so close to the edge when a pair of hands stops your hips. You let out an angry groan and look at Bucky’s hands holding you still.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” Bucky says with a sly smile. You shake your head no and lean over to kiss Dean. His tongue slips into your mouth and your legs give out pulling him closer to you. You try to wiggle your hips as much as you can for any friction. A moan escapes your lips as you finally feel denim rub slightly under your clit. Your eyes shoot open as Bucky flips you onto your back in one swift motion as if you weighed nothing.

You watch Dean walk to the dresser to get something. He walks away and you see a bulge in the back of his pants.

“What’s that?” You ask quietly, already knowing the answer. Dean turns around slowly, reaching behind him and pulling out a Colt M1911 and placing it in your hand.

“Here.” He smirks. You moan, the ridges on the bottom of the barrel make you whimper at the thought of…” no not that, they’d think you're crazy” you think to yourself. Lost in the thought you hear Bucky unholster his, with eyes wide you look at him.

“Do you want to hold it?” Bucky asks, holding his gun in his hands.

“Yes.” You whimper and nod furiously and he hands it to you. It’s warm because it was so close to Bucky’s body. You see their personalities in their weapon of choice. You haven’t seen this gun on Bucky before though. It has a long black silencer on the end of a gun. It feels so heavy, but as you hold it you imagine what this beautiful weapon could do to your cunt.

Almost like they can read your mind, they take their weapons from you and set them down. Bucky takes off his tie and wraps one end around your wrist tying the other end to the bedpost. You whimper and Dean laughs, grabbing his hand cuffs and clasping one around your hand and the other to the other bedpost.

“Go on, test them.” Dean growls. You shake your arms and pull hard but you can’t get out. Their smiles widen and their eyes darken. “First.” Dean hisses out. “I’ve wanted to eat this pussy for months!” He says before burying his face in your cunt. You moan and cry out as he expertly eats you out. He sucked your clit lightly through his teeth and you thrashed before cumming for the first time of the night.

“Who said you could cum?” Bucky says once your vision comes back. Unbuckling his belt and unsheathing it in one swift motion. He quickly slaps your thighs with it, the crack sound bouncing off the walls. You yelp and moan from the pain and the beautiful sting of where the leather kissed your skin. “Answer me!” His voice is dark and emotionless, you shiver.

“No one. I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to! I swear!” You plead as best you can with your hands tied to either side of your head. Bucky growls hearing his title on your lips for the first time in a while.

“You are not allowed to cum until we say so, understand?” Dean snaps.

“Yes yes yes please I'm sorry!” You beg.

“I think we need a gag, what do you think love?” Bucky turns to Dean and asks. Dean smirks and doesn’t waste a second climbing on top of you and lining himself up with your mouth.

“Show me your blink for red!” He commands. You blink SOS in morse code and he responds by forcing himself down your throat. You gag and choke around him it’s been a while since anyone’s mouth fucked you. He moans your warmth surrounding his length just like he craved for so long. “Mmm look at you, teary eyed and desperate. You missed this as much as I have, haven’t you?” You try to nod your head as best you can, but all you can do is groan around him.

“Mm no need to answer sweetheart.” Bucky says with a smile in his voice. You feel his two thick fingers run through your wetness and you whimper. “She fucking loves it Dean, taste.” He whispers the last word into Dean's ear and he groans, opening his mouth and looking over his shoulder. You see them lock eyes as Bucky gently places his fingers on Dean’s tongue. Wrapping his lips around them and moans as the taste of you fills his mouth. He thrusts into your mouth absentmindedly. You have missed having him in your mouth, heavy and hot, choking you into bliss. You cough and he turns back to you.

“Aww what is it Angel?” He leans forward quickly and violently grabs the headboard. He stares down at you, a wicked smile on his face. You groan around him as he starts mouth fucking you. Your breathing is cutting in and out as he rides your face aggressively.

Bucky kisses your thighs and lets out a desperate sigh. Before licking all of your cunt in one stroke with his tongue curved at the end. Collecting your wetness and moans finally having you back in his mouth. He holds you there savoring every moment of tasting you. He smiles and licks your clit gently, just enough to tease you. Before settling into eating you out like he’s done hundreds of times. Bucky always knew how to work you and everytime it was mind blowing. He runs one finger through your folds and presses it into you, curling it back toward him a few times. Right after he adds a second finger and you moan around Dean. Bucky’s tongue working your clit and his fingers curling up onto your g spot make you see stars. He pumps his fingers in and out bringing you so close, before pulling them out completely. He sits back on his heels and sucks his fingers cleaning himself and savoring the taste of you. You groan angrily and Dean pulls out of your mouth.

“Please!” You whine, desperate to be full again. You wiggle your hips and reach your feet out to touch them. They both grab an ankle and glare at you. Bucky grabs his belt from the floor and Dean unbuckles and pulls his out with one hand. They use their belts to tie your ankles to the bed frame. It is awkward to tie with them but they get you secure and safely tied up. You wiggle but can’t move any of your limbs. You whimper, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Look at you шлюха, naked, tied to our bed...” Bucky continues talking with fondness in his voice. Your eyes wander to the end table where their guns are laid out. “Mmm look at her Dean. Desperate eyes glued to our guns. It’s almost like we’re not even here.” You violently shake your head no.

“No that’s not it, I promise!” You blurt out.

“What is it, doll face?” Bucky smirks with a knowing look in his eye. You squeeze your eyes tight and tug, futilely at your restraints, trying to cover your face. “I haven’t seen this much embarrassment on you in a while.”

“Look at the blush covering her body. This is gonna be a good one.” Dean adds. “Come on angel, tell us.” His voice rasps as he drops his voice a few octaves. You stutter for a couple minutes trying to say it but your face just gets more red.

Bucky gets an idea, he walks to the end table and picks up his gun. He looks it up and down in his hands. You look at Dean but he's watching Bucky, smiling knowing his plan. Bucky steps beside you and points the barrel of his gun at your head. Your legs start shaking as he stares stone faced down the barrel at you. Suddenly you realize, this is the final moments of the people who cross Bucky.

“Please! Please!” You grind against nothing and whine.

“Please what?” Bucky stares down at you, lifting a quizzical eyebrow. You mumble something trying to pass it off. “Please what?!” Bucky repeats louder.

“Please fuck me with your guns!” You shout quickly. Bucky lifts his gun away from your face and you can’t help but exhale. Dean growls, running his hand through his hair. You squirm trying to hide your face again unsuccessfully.

“Oh angel. All you had to do was ask.” Dean says. They look at their weapons and choose Bucky’s gun. Its long black silencer is perfect for this situation. Bucky runs the tip of the barrel through your wetness, circling your clit. The barrel feels freezing against your hot cunt, you shiver and groan, wiggling in your restraints.

“Please, please!” You plead desperate for the firearm to be inside you. Dean smiles and gets down next to Bucky. He licks and sucks on your clit as Bucky finally inserts the cold steel into you. Your eyes roll I got the back of your head as you attempt to rock your hips.

“Still.” Dean says taking a break from teasing your clit. You freeze, unmoving but moaning and groaning as Bucky uses his gun as an extension of himself. It feels like when he fingers you, just with (more metal hehe cause his fingers are metal anyway. a weapon that could kill you in a second. You want more, so much more.

“More!” You whine straddling the line between desperation and pathetic. Dean stands up and arms himself.

“Look at you, stunning, tied up, helpless.” He stays studying your body up and down. He climbs on the bed and straddles your face. He stares down, growls and opens your mouth. “I’ve missed your mouth, been on the road to long.” He mutters almost completely to himself as he pushes gently in and out of your eager mouth.

You’re full! A beautiful once cold weapon is quickly becoming hotter as it’s thrust in and out of you. The man handling the weapon is a well known mob boss who’s killed thousands with the very same gun that’s filling your cunt. The man deliciously filling your mouth was one of a kind, a demon hunter with a cock so sweet it’s like chocolate. You missed this so much!

Bucky works his gun like magic exactly at the angle to have you gasping. Dean stands up and tilts Bucky’s head back. It’s such a soft moment, they share a kiss then both eyes snap back to you. “What do you think Buck, should we let her cum?” He whispers in Bucky’s ear. Bucky never stopped his tantalizing thrusting.

“Please can I cum please!” You whimper and whine, grinding on the pistol.

“Okay but once you do you're not allowed to stop.” Bucky smirks that sly smile. You moan and cry out ‘yes’ as he drives the weapon into your g spot over and over. You cum for the second time tonight with Bucky’s gun trigger deep in your pussy. He pulls it out of you and sucks the barrel down his throat, tasting everything you left him.

“Oh please can I be on my hands and knees and have you in my mouth and you in my cunt.” You beg when your voice comes back you. They both fall silent and untie you, gently rubbing your wrists and ankles to alleviate any pain. Quickly and desperately you get into position. Bucky in front of your face and Dean lining up to plow into your cunt. “Oh god.” You whimper and moan this is really happening! You’ve been fantasizing about this since that last time you fucked. “Please, please, please!” You beg until your throat is full of cock. Bucky really loses control when he’s fucking your mouth. It’s no wonder he does you’re so warm and desperately sucking for him.

A deep growl escapes Dean's lips as he thrust balls deep into you without hesitation. They get a rhythm going and you’re just bouncing between their cocks. Neither of them back off and sometimes they both thrust so hard your body feels like a spring.

Bucky grabs a handful of your hair pulling it hard as he works himself in and out of your mouth faster as his breathing quickens. He’s panting above you, you feel him pulse in your throat, he’s about to cum, you’ve missed the taste of him.

“Dean, cum down her throat.” Bucky growls. Dean didn’t have to be told twice he growled and he picked up his pace again. He thrusts in and out of your throat, stretching and filling you. His pattern staggered as he gets closer to cumming. You need him so bad, need to taste him on your tongue.

You feel him pulse and jolt in your mouth. You are flooded with a sense of euphoria as he fills your throat and cums. The fluid flowing over your throat and tounge, you’re literally addicted to him. You feel whole as he works through the after shocks of his orgasm in your mouth.

“Oh fuck I’m gon-“ Dean pants heavily. You push Bucky out of your mouth and he stumbles backward gently.

“INSIDE! Please daddy please cum inside my pussy!” You shout, your voice raspy from Bucky’s dick. He immediately bends over you and pins your neck to the bed he whispers in your ear.

“Come on my needy princess cum for me!” He bites your ear lobe and you cum, hard. He cums deep inside you, your pussy milking every drop from him. He slowly pulls out and watches his cum mix with yours. He licks the mixture into his mouth before kissing it into Bucky’s mouth. You turn onto your back and watch them kiss while your cunt continues throbbing. When they look down at you, you’ve caught your breath but you’re a moaning mess.

You close your eyes when a strong vibration kisses your clit.

“Ah!!” You gasp, your clit is so sensitive. Dean’s holding a wand, your favorite wand. It’s on the lowest setting but it’s taking your breath away.

“Color?” He asks.

“Green.”

“I’m not gonna let go of your beautiful clit, you're going to weep as the pain and pleasure melts your brain.” He pauses, as you blink at him trying to process what he just said. “Color?”

“Oh dear lord please please green, all the green.” You writhe still unbelievably wanting more.

He starts slowly teasing your clit, it hurts, it feels like electricity is running through your body. He presses the wand firmly against your clit. The pain sparkles up your arms it goes up to almost unbearable pain and then it twists and feels like heaven. You’re desperate again pleading and whining grinding on the vibrator until you cum and your brain shuts off, replaced with fireworks. The relentless vibrator means you can’t savor the orgasm for long as the process starts over and over again. He does this until your eyes start to water.

“Please sir please sir!” You cry out.

“What's wrong baby I thought you wanted to cum?” He asks just as it twists into good pain again and you’re seeing stars cumming so hard you stop breathing. You cum three more times before he finally pulls the vibrator away to your dismay. He kisses your cunt and places his whole hand over it. It is so sweet and feels so good on your sore pussy. “You did so good doll!” He pulls his hand away and kisses gently from your pussy up to your neck.

“I knew better than anyone how kinky you were, but I did not know that.” Dean says

“You hid that very well! We are around guns all the time how did you hide that they turned you on like that.” Bucky chuckles.

“It wasn’t easy but I’m glad you found out. That was…I will remember that for the rest of my life.”

“Damn I’d say we did alright Buck.”

“Alright fuckers! Snuggles than beer and dinner, sound good?” You say laying onto the center of the bed with out stretched arms. They join you and snuggle into your arms just holding each other. Together again, at last.

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househusbandism · 2 years

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guys, you know how harry tends to internalise his emotions more but even then, Hermione could see that in GoF he was missing Ron so much? Imagine how much more obvious Ron was 😭. Like Ron unable to shut up about harry while hanging out with Dean and Seamus like "Harry isn't eating breakfast today even though its all his favourite food hos stupid why sint he eating why isn't Hermione making him eat he's so annoying" and Dean and Seamus just nodding along not really listening because Ron is constantly hiding his worry for harry as complains

Then that night when Harry threw that badge at Ron, Ron was definitely asking "why do you think harry is late, he's probs practicing for the tournament how dare he do it without telling me why isn't he sleeping now he needs to sle-" till Dean threw a pillow at Ron and Seamus told him to just check on Harry himself

#press f to pay respects to deamus for having to deal with ron being a tsundere ass 😭#harron #ronarry #rarry #harry x ron #its too funny for me rn ok i cant stop thinking abt it #like all ron talking abt being harry jwvpjwg #hermione also has to deal wt it and is t i r e d #ron weasley #harry potter #harry james potter #dean thomas #seamus finnigan

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phantom-the-spookyboi · 1 year

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My many Monument Mythos and Nixonverse fanarts. I fucking love this series so much you have no idea.

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sternevogn · 5 months

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here's the emotional whipash i foretold

#monument mythos #the monument mythos #the nixonverse #howard melrose #cthonaut a #james dean #the last son of alcatraz #kirk alyn #the queen of the lunarians #the d day knight #d day knight

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erstwhile-punk-guerito · 8 months

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#Gardens of Stone #James Caan #Anjelica Huston #James Earl Jones #D. B. Sweeney #Dean Stockwell #Mary Stuart Masterson #Francis Ford Coppola #1987

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optimabatteries · 1 year

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The OPTIMA Batteries-sponsored Funhavers in their RTR Ford Mustangs at Formula Drift Atlanta 2023 www.powerpacknation.com

#Ford Mustang #Formula D #Formula Drift #Vaughn Gittin Jr #James Deane #Chelsea DeNofa #drifting

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can-u-not-14 · 15 days

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NOOOOO I CANT BELEIVE IT I MISSED AUDREY HEPBURNS BDAY HOW COULD I.

#u like d&d #audrey hepburn #If I’m James dean #ur AUDREY HEPBURN #mcr tumblr #sleeping with sirens

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holysound · 8 months

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#( 🎵#( † daken a.#( † spike s.#( † dean w.#( † james d.

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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transsexual-dandelions · 9 months

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9 and 11 for the Spotify ask game

9- what comes up as your fourth recently played?

James dean by the wrecks! A wonderful song, very pop punk and reminds of a song they would play during the credits of like a slightly cheesy slightly poetic teenage coming of age movie, that’s a narrative that’s always been fun and interesting to me

11- are your playlists in alphabetical order or sporadic?

Sporadic! They’re organized by order of most recently played, but I rarely go into my actual Spotify library, I’ll skim through my liked songs to get the exact songs I need for that specific moment, for my few coherent playlists for my more consistent moods and feelings they’re always in my recently played when I first open the app.

#Apollo answers #ty for the ask :D #James Dean is an older song to me it’s been in my playlists consistently for years now very few songs hold that title

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fandom · 6 months

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Ships

Unexpected connections happen in two places: the Ships list and Feeld—a dating app for the curious. On Feeld, finding like-minded people is as fulfilling as finding yourself. In celebration of ships, here are this year’s iconic connections.

Ineffable Husbands +17 Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Steddie Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Destiel Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Byler -3 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Wenclair Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday

Bowuigi Bowser & Luigi, the Super Mario Bros. franchise

Huntlow +7 Hunter & Willow Park, The Owl House

Avatrice Ava Silva & Beatrice, Warrior Nun

Hannigram +2 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Buddie -4 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Vashwood Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun Stampede

Zelink +80 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Lumity -6 Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House

Ghostsoap Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Blackbonnet -11 Edward Teach/Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Wolfstar +8 Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe

Merthur +12 Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin

Jegulus +25 James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Bumbleby +48 Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Bakudeku -4 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Dreamling -1 Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Soukoku +60 Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Firstprince Alex Claremont-Diaz & Prince Henry of Wales, Red, White & Royal Blue

Wesper Wylan Van Eck & Jesper Fahey, the Grishaverse

Wangxian -8 Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Mo Dao Zu Shi

Satosugu +23 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Imodna +8 Imogen Temult & Laudna, Critical Role

Kanej +44 Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, the Grishaverse

Bubbline Princess Bubblegum & Marceline, Adventure Time

Ladynoir -17 Ladybug & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Twiyor +6 Loid Forger & Yor Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Loustat +43 Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire

Zosan Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, One Piece

Marichat -12 Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Serirei +65 Serizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka, Mob Psycho 100

Adrienette -21 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Chenford +24 Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie

Petrigrof Simon Petrikov & Betty Grof, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Kavetham Kaveh & Alhaitham, Genshin Impact

Griddlehark +54 Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series

Raeda -13 Raine Whispers & Eda Clawthorne, The Owl House

Tomgreg -19 Tom Wambsgans & Greg Hirsch, Succession

Hanamusa Jessie & Delia Ketchum, the Pokémon franchise

Zolu Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

Narumitsu -12 Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Sonadow +23 Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog

Ineffable Bureaucracy Archangel Gabriel & Beelzebub, Good Omens

Spirk +9 Spock & James Kirk, Star Trek

Ballister x Ambrosius Ballister Boldheart & Ambrosius Goldenloin, Nimona

Nandermo -42 Nandor the Relentless & Guillermo de la Cruz, What We Do in the Shadows

Jonmartin -15 Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives

Punkflower Hobie Brown & Miles Morales, Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

AkiAngel Aki Hayakawa & the Angel Devil, Chainsaw Man

Ronance -49 Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things

Superbat -11 Superman & Batman, the DC universe

Shuake Ren Amamiya/Joker & Goro Akechi, Persona 5

Geraskier -48 Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier, The Witcher

Hualian -18 Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Sulemio Suletta Mercury & Miorine Rembran, Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Sterek -5 Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale, Teen Wolf

Gumlee Prince Gumball & Marshall Lee, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Shadowpeach Sun Wukong & the Six-Eared Macaque, Lego Monkie Kid

Drarry -29 Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe

Wilmon Prince Wilhelm & Simon Eriksson, Young Royals

Harringrove -34 Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things

Kazurei Suwa Rei & Kurusu Kazuki, Buddy Daddies

Lestappen Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen, Formula 1 drivers

Zukka -5 Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Codywan +8 Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Solangelo -23 Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe

Catradora Catra & Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Shadowgast -4 Caleb Widogast & Essek Thelyss, Critical Role

Stucky -43 Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe

Tarlos -18 TK Strand & Carlos Reyes, 9-1-1: Lone Star

Johnlock +21 John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock

Sasunaru -24 Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto

Locklyle Anthony Lockwood & Lucy Carlyle, Lockwood & Co.

Lokius Loki Laufeyson & Mobius M. Mobius, the Marvel universe

Supercorp -67 Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl

Piltover's Finest Caitlyn Kiramman & Vi, Arcane

Helnik Matthias Helvar & Nina Zenik, the Grishaverse

Prohibitedwish Scarab & Prismo, Adventure Time

Klance -12 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Reylo Rey & Kylo Ren, the Star Wars universe

Hanazawa Teruki & Kageyama Shigeo, Mob Psycho 100

Cockles -44 Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, Actors

Percabeth -46 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Astarion x Tav Astarion & Tav, Baldur's Gate 3

Timkon Tim Drake & Conner Kent, Young Justice

Davekat Dave Strider & Karkat Vantas, Homestuck

Cynonari Cyno & Tighnari, Genshin Impact

Creek Craig Tucker & Tweek Tweak, South Park

Klapollo Apollo Justice & Klavier Gavin, Ace Attorney

Style Stan Marsh & Kyle Brovlofski, South Park

Korrasami -11 Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra

Bill x Frank Bill & Frank, The Last of Us

Nick x Charlie -51 Nick Nelson & Charlie Spring, Heartstopper

Dreamnotfound -50 Dreamwastaken & GeorgeNotFound, Streamers

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thegaslightbrigade · 1 year

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of all the official, original James Bond movies, I have to confess: the only one that has any rewatch value for me is Diamonds Are Forever

#this tape will now self-destruct #james bond #a) I love how you can feel how done sean connery was w the role #b) the aesthetics are so strong the entire film #and c) I would swear that all the villains in it are queer-coded. Idk if that's rlly a positive but it is certainly interesting lol #(also d) Jimmy Dean as Willard Whyte is hilarious to me tbh)

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ichorai · 2 years

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blue jeans ; bucky barnes.

based on blue jeans - lana del rey !!

pairing ; bucky barnes x shield agent!gn!reader

synopsis ; four instances you managed to chip away at bucky's icy heart before he realized he was in love with you.

words ; 3.6k

themes ; fluff, action, slight angst, s2l/f2l, shield agent au

warnings / includes ; sparring in the first scene, mild injuries, mentions of death, alludes to insomnia/difficulty sleeping, tony throws a party, hints at steve/natasha, one sexual innuendo, bucky experiences *gasp* emotions, bucky doesn't understand references bcs he's older than your grandparents

a/n ; for @fairydxll's 2k writing event :D

main masterlist. set in the same universe as: to noise making.

blue jeans, white shirt walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn it was like james dean, for sure you're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer

The first time you met Bucky, you were drenched in your own sweat, grunts of exertion falling from your lips as you ducked and rolled away from Natasha’s quick strikes. You were doing pretty well today, managing to evade her offensive strategies in your effort to get her to tire herself out. She was starting to get worn down, you could see it in the soft blue of her irises. The plan was working considerably until…

Well, until Bucky Barnes strode into the training room. Steve was by his side, wearing his Captain uniform, and you absentmindedly wondered if there was a mission you somehow managed to forget about.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Natasha jolted forward, landing a solid blow to your jaw, which made your head snap sharply to the side. She tackled you with a derisive huff, your body slamming firmly against the cushioned grounds of the sparring ring. Her knee hovered over you throat, and she tilted her head at you, a smirk curling at her mouth.

“Dead,” she said flippantly, before rolling off of you, clasping your hand to haul you back up.

The ceiling came into view as you rolled your eyes, despite the grin forming across your exerted features. Gingerly, you rubbed your sore jaw with a dark chuckle, shooting her a playful scowl. “I had that coming.”

“Nat,” Steve called out from across the room. The two of you turned to face the pair of super soldiers. The blonde sent you an apologetic look. “Sorry for interrupting, but could I borrow you for a second? It’s about what happened in Chicago.”

What happened in Chicago?

You sent Natasha a curious glance, but she only shook her head, as if to say I’ll tell you later.

She clapped your shoulder in good nature, before ducking underneath the sparring barriers, following Steve out the same way he came in.

That left just you and Bucky. You suddenly felt awkward, fiddling with the bandages over your knuckles. You’ve never come face to face with the Winter Soldier before. The most you’ve heard were stories and rumors that spread like wildfire through the compound. Some were quite outlandish, but you couldn’t help but listen. The man kept to himself, usually confined to his quarters or out on long, long classified missions with Steve or Sam. He was a mystery, and you prided yourself on being a rather good detective.

What you did know about him, was the fact that he was accredited to over a hundred kills during his time with Hydra. One of the most notorious killers of all time.

And he waved at you.

You had to blink twice before you realized that you had to respond in some way. Two fingers raised to your forehead as you awkwardly saluted him.

Jesus, he might’ve been from the forties, but really? Did you just salute him?

Despite your inner turmoil, a slight grin flitted over his lips.

Desperate to break the silence, you asked without thinking twice about it, “Do you… do you wanna spar?” If your muscles weren’t frozen in trepidation, you would’ve face palmed. You might’ve been a good fighter, but against the Bucky Barnes? You didn’t stand a chance. Sending him another furtive glance, it finally dawned on you that he was wearing jeans. “Oh, I mean, you don’t have to if you’re not dressed for it. I was—”

“Sure,” Bucky said, shrugging. “I’ve fought in worse.”

Damn it.

He strode closer, swinging onto the sparring platform.

Your heart was beating irregularly quickly, and you had to suck in a few deep breaths to steady your pulse.

Bucky raised his hands tentatively, and the two of you began circling each other. This close, you could see the deep blue of his eyes, the shadow of a stubble gracing his sharp jaw, the haunted bags beneath his eyes. There were small things you noticed about his stance. Bucky favored his right side, which was quite ironic, considering he had a vibranium left arm. Though he had a heavier build, he was expertly bouncing on the balls of his feet, ready to strike forward at any given second. But he was slightly drawn back, and that was how you knew he had no plans of going on the offensive any time soon.

Narrowing your eyes, you darted forward, swinging a hit to his face. To your expectation, he easily blocked your blow, moving to the side swiftly. You were quick to follow the hit with a kick to the chest, which he let you land, and he staggered backwards a couple paces.

He was going easy on you.

With clenched teeth, you drew forward and struck his side, followed by a roundhouse punch to his shoulder. The impact made him falter, so you hooked your foot over the crook of his knee and yanked him back, which made him fall back with a grunt.

There was a smile to his winded features. God damn it.

“You’re holding back on me,” you said, panting slightly, backing away from him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

That pretty smile of his warbled subtly. “I’m sorry. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. You wanna go again?”

“Nah,” you breathed out, clasping your hands together behind your head, stretching with a mild grimace. “I promised Tony I’d look over the mission debriefs. Think we could pick this up another time?”

Bucky pushed himself up from the ground, running his flesh hand through his close-cropped hair. Jesus Christ, could he just stop being attractive for one damned second?

“Sure. I’ll look forward to it.”

You nodded once. “It’s a date,” you said stoutly, before ducking beneath the sparring ring’s barrier and striding out of the training room with a heart that slammed far too erratically against your ribcage—and you highly doubted it was because of physical exertion.

you were sorta punk rock, i grew up on hip hop but you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and i know that love is mean (oh oh) and love hurts (oh oh) but I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby

It was late, and you definitely should’ve been sleeping by now.

But, alas, your eyes stayed open and your mind ran rampant with such horrid irrationalism that you tore the blankets away from you, clambered out of your bed in a rush, and strode out of your room as quietly as you possibly could. A quick glance to the clock hanging in the hallway told you that it was nearing three in the morning, and a heavy sigh fell from your lips. You shuffled towards the living room, curling into the corner of the plush sofa and turning on the television, placing it on the lowest volume so it wouldn’t awaken the others.

The screen cast a dull blue glow onto you, playing some old Christmas movie you couldn’t recall the name of, and you placed your head against the armrest, eyes hooded with fatigue.

Much to your surprise, Bucky came out not too long after, rubbing his own eyes sleepily. His hair was disheveled, sleep shirt stretched taut over the muscles of his torso.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you winced, propping yourself up on one arm.

He was quick to shake his head. “No, no, it wasn’t you. Why’re you up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied cautiously.

The two of you stared at each other for a good minute before he shook his head with a hoarse chuckle, sitting himself down on the sofa, not too far away from you. Hesitance splayed over your features evidently, but you eased yourself back into the seat and turned your attention towards the television.

You fell asleep to the faint sound of Christmas music and the feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapping over you when your forehead accidentally landed onto his chest. Not that he minded much—he rather liked the way you fit perfectly into him.

The following morning, Tony was the first to stride out, pleasantly surprised to see the two of you sleeping on the couch peacefully, limbs entangled to no return. It was safe to say that he took enough pictures to blackmail the two of you for a lifetime.

i will love you 'til the end of time i would wait a million years promise you'll remember that you're mine baby, can you see through the tears?

Tony’s parties were a grand spectacle you had the joy of being invited to every year. He claimed it was because he thought you were a fun drunk, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Tony was starting to see you more and more as a close friend—though you presumed he wouldn’t ever admit it.

This year, you appeared in a dark, red velvet suit, crisp white button-up visible just beneath the jacket. The party was already in full swing, music reverberating pleasantly through the room and people milling about with wide smiles and flutes of golden champagne.

You weaved your way through, stopping to greet Natasha and Steve with a flourish, clapping the burly super soldier on the shoulder and bumping your fist playfully against the ex-red room assassin. The both of them wore a deep hue of green today, unintentionally coordinating outfits—even though they were quite the oblivious pair to one another’s feelings, you thought they’d be quite the attractive couple, both in the physical and metaphorical sense.

As Natasha recounted some story of the time Tony messed up one of her missions, your gaze drifted over to the bar, where you saw Sam and Bucky bickering quietly—the former having a wide grin splayed over his lips and the latter wearing a glowering scowl, carding his vibranium arm through his close-cropped hair. The action led you to notice that he had a small red ribbon tied around the metal limb, and you could feel an amused grin tilt at the corner of your glossed lips.

The party drew on—you were whisked away by a handful of your colleagues to play catch up just around a dozen times. It would be quite the understatement to say you were enjoying yourself. Thor’s boisterous laughter seemed to rumble the very ground, Clint challenged you to a game of ‘I bet you can’t flick this olive into that guy’s drink’, and Maria mixed up your drinks for you with surprising ease, sending you a wink when you asked for your fifth sugary beverage in a row. Tony had joined you at one point, nearly black-out drunk, and you had to prop your arm beneath his forehead before he could face-plant against the counter.

A lot happened in such a short span of time, you found yourself bee-lining for the balcony when you gulped down your sixth glass, in need of some fresh air. Outside, the music dampened to a faint echo of its volume inside, and the quiet warped over you like a cold blanket. You sighed in mild relief, rubbing at your sore cheeks gingerly—you weren’t used to smiling this much in just one night.

When the balcony doors squeaked as they gave way for someone else, you looked over your shoulder, eyebrows quirking upwards upon seeing none other than James Buchanan Barnes.

“I’m surprised to see you,” you said quietly. “Didn’t think parties were your forte.”

The suit he wore was a rich shade of navy blue, bringing out the juxtaposing lightness of his irises. That stubble you liked far more than you’d admit brought out the sharpness of his features, giving him a rough edge you knew countered with his tentative and soft personality. You glanced down at the red ribbon tied around his metal bicep, grinning gently.

“Sam forced me to come,” he replied dismissively, moving forward to stand next to you. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat—this close, you could see the subtle flush of rouge creep over his skin. “You look great. Really great.”

A warm sensation flooded your chest and your nose wrinkled as you looked towards him in muted delight. “You look good, too, Bucky. Blue really is your color.”

Bucky rather liked the way he could see the stars in your eyes.

After a considerably lengthy period of ponderous silence, you quietly asked, “Why haven’t you been let out for any public missions? It's all hidden underground stuff you do. You’re an Avenger like the rest of us.”

The fond smile that once graced his mouth melted away at an instant, replaced by the harsh framing of an uncomfortable slant. You immediately regretted asking the question, about to tell him that it was alright if he didn’t want to answer before he cut you to the chase and said, “You know why.”

Disappointment unfurled within your ribcage, like a roll of paper stretched taut. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.” You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, so you wrapped your hand over the coldness of his vibranium wrist, clutching it tightly and watching him with keen eyes. “You don’t deserve any of this, for the record. I hope you know that, Bucky. You deserve the entire world and I hope people start to look past the actions of someone you were also a victim to.”

Bucky had so much he wanted to say, but the words were lodged in his throat. He found himself nodding to your words, allowing a meek smile to crack through his stony disposition. No more words needed to be said, and the two of you parted ways with the sort of comforting silence that could be shared with only people who’ve seen too much for a single lifetime.

love you more than those bitches before say you'll remember (oh baby) say you'll remember, oh baby ooh i will love you 'til the end of time

Rumors spread around the compound rather quickly. You had just come back from a rather rough mission, dropping your long-range firearms into the storage room when you heard two other agents gossiping feverishly in the corner. Knowing it was none of your business, you quickly put away your weapons and strode out, but you couldn’t help overhearing Bucky’s name being thrown out between the two. Curiosity getting the better of you, you pressed yourself against the wall and listened just enough for you to catch what they were discussing.

He went on a date. And not just any regular date. The first one in decades.

Blinking in mild shock, you made your way to your quarters, yearning to wash off all the blood and dirt that rendered your skin sticky and uncomfortable.

It wasn’t until the late hours of the night you bumped into the super soldier in the kitchen. You were washing your dirty dishes from a couple hours ago when you made dinner for yourself, sighing in annoyance at the dried leftovers that clung to the ceramics.

“What’s the point of living in a multimillion dollar compound if there’s no fancy tech to wash my dishes for me?” you hissed scathingly under your breath, using your shoulder to knock away a stray piece of hair that fell over your eyes. “Stupid broken dishwasher. Didn’t Tony say he’d get that looked at a week ago? Bet he completely forgot.”

Your grumbling was interrupted when you heard the fridge door open. Pivoting by the waist to see who it was, a string of colorful curses fell from your lips when soap suds dribbled from your arms and all over your shirt, iridescent bubbles now lining your pajamas.

“Seems like you’re having a bad day,” Bucky said from the fridge, now moving towards the cupboards to grab a glass for the carton of orange juice in his hands. “Can’t say I’m better off, though.”

“Yeah?” you asked with an amused edge, quickly turning back around to rinse off your soapy hands and dishes. Ripping off a kitchen towel to dab at the soap on your shirt, you glanced back up at him. “Heard you had a date.”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably. It was only then that you realized that he was still wearing a crisp suit—no doubt he had just come back fresh from his night out. “It, uhm, didn’t go so well.”

“Sorry to hear that, Bucky.” Sensing that he’d rather be talking about literally anything else, you nodded once and swiftly changed the subject. “I was just about to start a new show. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.”

The tired glint to his eyes seemed to wane away as he shot you a grateful beam. “That sounds amazing, honestly. I could use the distraction.”

It was certainly a strange sight—a SHIELD agent in a poorly-dried soapy shirt sitting beside one of the most famous ex-assassins in the world, who just so happened to be wearing a fancy date suit. You turned on the TV wordlessly, lips only faintly twitching upwards when he settled into his seat further, flesh arm coming round over the back of the couch to land over your shoulders, tugging you into his side.

“You are ridiculously wet right now,” he commented with all but a straight face, eyes flickering down to your still-damp shirt and hands, which made you snort unattractively.

“Gee, Bucky. Didn’t know we were at that stage yet.”

The super soldier appeared affronted for a moment at what you were implying before he quickly began backtracking, “I didn’t—I wasn’t—!”

“I know,” you chuckled, patting his knee consolingly. Then, you turned your attention back to the screen. “I hope you don’t mind animated shows.”

“You kidding me? I was a huge fan in the forties. Snow White was all the rage back then,” Bucky hummed, fingers flexing experimentally on your bicep. It took all you had in you not to preen with delight at how comfortable he was with physical touch with you, so you settled on tucking your knees up to your chest and shuffling even closer to him.

A brilliant smile spread over your features. “I love it when you talk about the forties. It’s like I’m looking through a window of your life before… before everything,” you said quietly before shifting about one last time to make yourself more comfortable.

The episode was brightly colorful, exuberant in both visuals and dialogue. He often found himself in awe at the wonderful animation and spectacular voice acting, enthralled whenever you made small comments on the plot—something he knew you were just doing to subtly check if he was enjoying himself as well.

One gripe he did have, however, was the fact that there were far too many jokes and references that Bucky couldn’t really understand. At first, he didn’t want to ask you because you seemed to be enjoying yourself—but after the first few, you seemed to realize that he wasn’t catching on and from then you’d pause the show to quickly explain some of the obscure pop culture references.

“Scooby Doo is a famous mystery show that was super big around the 80s and 90s,” you whispered over to him. “Just in case you didn’t know.”

Bucky could feel his heart lurch in its steady pace. He wasn’t entirely used to someone considering his own enjoyment in general—much less for something as mundane as watching a show. You were just so… nice. So nice that it left a yearning sort of ache within Bucky’s chest that he couldn’t exactly place.

“Thanks,” he hoarsely muttered and you only responded with a half-minded hum, hand somehow finding its way back to his knee.

God, you were going to be the death of him.

Eventually, the episode ended and the credits rolled by, the wind-chime music tinkling in the background as you stretched your limbs with a weak groan, followed by an audible yawn you hid behind a fist. You blinked away the sleepy tears and shot him a reluctant watery smile.

“I better call it a night. Got some meetings tomorrow I have to lead.” After a tentative pause, you tacked on, “It was really nice being with you tonight. I, uhm, I hope this took your mind off of things, even if it was temporary.”

The corner of his lips slanted upwards. “It was great, really. Do you think we could… do it again sometime?”

Oh, it was like you could feel your heart melting through the bones of your ribcage. “Yeah! Yeah, I’d love that!” you breathily said a little too quickly, and you cleared your throat in embarrassment. “I, uh—g’night, Bucky.”

Bucky couldn’t understand just how easy it was for you to suddenly lean over and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Your lips brushed over his stubble, nose bumping softly against his cheekbone. He could smell you—lavender and dish soap infiltrating his senses. Nearly short circuiting, he remained as still as a statue, only forcing himself to lift a hand to stiffly wave goodbye when you promptly hauled yourself onto your feet, turned on the heel, and padded down the hall to your room. He watched you go with slightly parted lips accompanied by a longing stare.

Hours later, now retired into the privacy of his room, moonlight spilling white through the windows and onto the cold floors, Bucky could still feel the burning imprint of your lips on his skin. He wasn’t able to sleep for the rest of the night, plagued by nightdreams of how your smile would feel molded against his.

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