A/N: Bucky is tired and needy and just wants to cuddle. (who. fuckin’. wouldn’t?!)
If there was ever something more adorable than Bucky being tired or in any way not feeling well, you’d never seen it. Now, the serum made sure he was never not feeling well, but it didn’t help exhaustion after a week long mission with only 2 hours of sleep a day.
This is why he came stumbling into your floor, somehow overriding every security protocol with his left over spy-skills, calling out your name at two in the morning.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader Genre: Fluff, a lot of smut Warnings: Mature content Word Count: 4.5K
His voice was almost a whisper, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear. And the heat coupled with the slow, savory movements of his fingers overtop the thin fabric had an almost numbing effect, your mind drawing a blank as you enter an intoxicating haze.
“I thought there was no punishment?” you manage to say, swallowing back the moans that threatened to escape. “This is a demonstration baby, not a punishment.”
The first time Finn spars with another Resistance infantryman, he breaks the guy’s arm, and then looks confused as to why everyone is yelling at him. “Sorry,” he says, looking mostly confused, maybe a little amused. “I thought we were sparring.”
“Sepsis,” Major Calonia says, without a trace of humor in her voice. Finn is straight-faced, his lips pinched so tightly that they’re nearly grey. “It doesn’t hurt,” Finn insists, his body taut when Calonia digs a finger into the swollen, reddish area. He doesn’t even flinch—but then, when has Finn ever flinched?
“Don’t—don’t report me for reconditioning, okay?” Finn begs Poe, even thought they’re both drunk, and Finn has spent the past half-hour talking about how Rey fucking smells, and that maybe, just maybe, the Resistance won’t win because he’s seen—you’ve seen it too, Poe, you know how strong the First Order is, maybe virtue isn’t enough? “We don’t recondition people, buddy,” Poe says, and his nails maybe scrape a little over the nape of Finn’s neck,and maybe Finn shivers. “We’re the Resistance, remember? Good guys.” “Okay,” Finn breathes, but his mouth-eyes-hands are hard, unconvinced. “Okay.”
Q: How many people can you kill in sixty seconds? A: It’s less than Finn. Poe and Rey have done a study. It’s less. Just—trust them.
Every man considers himself an agent of his convictions. But there is a great danger in coming up against a man who genuinely acts on them. Namely, he knows exactly what he is against. He is unlikely to compromise. And at the end of the day, he will not go back. Not ever, no matter what you offer.
*mentioning an Embarassing Pidge Moment to lance* *from the next room over* “MATT I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE I’LL HACK THE TRAINING BOT AND KICK YOU IN THE BALLS SO HARD YOU CANT HAVE KIDS” *pause* “ - yeah, well, jOKES ON YOU CAUSE I’M GAY” “YOU SAY THAT LIKE I CANT HEAR SHIRO FUCKING YOU THROUGH THE WALL”
shiro: *dad voice over the intercom* DONT MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE YOU TWO
“after you, sir matthew” “why thank you, sir lonce” “here let me get that chair for you sir matthew” “sir lonce!! dont go out of your way!” “oh its my pleasure sir!” “thank you sir!!” “yes sir!!” “GUYS.”
matt is the ultimate wingman cause he’s been in space so long
“oh my man lance here? he’s the best sharpshooter in the resistance, oh and i cant even tell you what he can do with a jankoplanker…” *cue eyebrow wiggle and blushing alien*
prank war with lance & matt vs keith & pidge = a hurricane, a tornado, and several fires throughout the castle
draw mustaches and monocles on knocked out galra soldiers
Jack straightened up from setting down the stack of moving boxes and followed Chloe’s line of sight. <<Is that…a leash?>> He asked, bewildered. Because, yes, in fact, the large, snorting pig was being walked down the sidewalk by a rather handsome man in a dirt-covered shirt and pants.
<<Can I pet it?>> Chloe asked, tugging at Jack’s shirt harder than he would have expected from a eight-year-old. She was, however, a Zimmermann, and thus could be moved to great feats of strength when properly motivated. <<Please?>>
“Alright,” Jack relented, taking her hand before she could dash across the street. “But you have to ask the man for permission–and introduce yourself. I know your mother taught you better manners than that.”
BTS reacting to you asking to do a sex tape - rap line
bts reacting ♥ to you asking to do a sex tape ✿ rap line ✿ vocal line
words: 2.6k (I am so sorry but the words kept coming)
Namjoon: Namjoon had decided to spend the whole weekend with you since their schedule was rather loose. You had prepared everything in advance, food, drinks, movies you could watch. The thought of spending so much time with him had you smiling all the day before.
A/N: Um don’t act like this gif doesn’t make you fucking weak cause I’m 100% shook. Also pls enjoy this part, still setting up everything before it gets really juicy 💖 (and it’s about to get really juicy)
You woke up alone. You were about to rub your eyes until you realized you still had makeup on from last night. Instead, you sat up and allowed your body to wake up a little more. Dangling your legs off the side, you slipped off the bed. The plush carpeting welcomed your feet and you sleepily made your way to the kitchen. Upon entering, you saw Sebastian seated at the island, with a plate in front of him and a full glass of orange juice. There was another empty plate and a glass of orange juice beside him, which you assumed was for you.
Tony’s large brown eyes proceeded to peer over the rim of his glass, his lips quirking up to form a small smile. Biding thanks to your guests, you sauntered over to the brunette, your small hands clasping behind his neck to play with his dark locks. Setting his rum down on a nearby table, his buff arms wound themselves around your waist. “What seems to be troubling you, love?” You hummed, cocking an eyebrow. Before he could respond, you cut in. “Let me guess, work?” A curt nod was his response, and a small sigh emitted from our lipstick-covered lips. “You work yourself too hard Tony.” You reprimanded, pressing your lips to cheek. “Let loose, have a little fun!” You giggled, wiggling your hips in an attempt to brighten his mood. He let out a chuckle, his chest rumbling with laughter as he observed your failed attempt at dancing. You pouted, finding your way back into his warm embrace. “If you keep dancing like that beautiful, I’ll have loads and loads of fun.” He grinned, kissing you softly. However, the man couldn’t help himself and added in two more words. “In bed.”
Although they were few and very hard to find, Steve Rogers was having a bad day. A very bad one. His blond locks askew, the blue-eyed man was sprawled on your cushioned couch with a look of misfortune displayed across his features. “You okay babe?” You mewled, tuning into the soft tinkle of your keys hitting your marble countertop that was located in the kitchen of your shared apartment. “No.” His gruff response had you sighing quietly, and with that, you shrugged off your coat, hanging it up on a nearby hook. “Bad day?” You questioned, stepping out of your pants to pull on some leggings. “What do you think?” He quipped, scowling at the TV in front of him. Rolling your eyes, you pulled on his sweatshirt and stepped into the living room. Grabbing his chin with your thumb and forefinger, you stared into his ocean blue eyes and pouted. “Don’t give me that tone mister.” You scolded him, your tone a little high-pitched than normal, as you tried to imitate a child. He pulled away from you, laughing. “I knew you would make me smile,” he laughed, pulling you in for a hug. “Now come here and give me cuddles.”
“Damn it!” Slamming his hand down on the table, Bruce growled in recognition that he could not, once again, get the right combination of chemicals for an antidote. You jumped in your seat, looking up with wide doe eyes, worried about what could be an anger issue. “B-babe… it’s okay.” You cooed softly, allowing your feet to hit the floor as you made your way over to him. He took off his glasses and raked his hand through his hair. “I can’t get it. I can never get it.” He huffed, defeated. “Don’t tell yourself that. You’re going to get it. I know you will. Believe in yourself.” You nuzzled your nose into his cheek. pressing your lips to the corner of his. “I love you.” You whispered, pulling him close to you. “If it makes you feel better, you can make something.” You tugged your bottom lip between your lips. “No, I can’t.” He growled, sitting down. “You made a family.” You cooed, grasping his larger hand and resting it on your large bump. “So you have to keep trying. Also, you can’t leave us behind when you’re all famous. Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Bruce burst into laughter, holding you close. “Never in a million years.”
( Words in italics are from Walt Disney’s “Lilo & Stitch”, and reader is saying it with an accent :) )
“What’s that?” You giggled, popping out of nowhere. Although you had frightened the archer, he proceeded to have gotten a bullseye. His skilled ability always frightened you, but you also thought it was fascinating. “What the hell was that for?” Clint frowned, setting his bow down. “You have a scar right next to your eye. Those beautiful green eyes.” You fawned, fanning your face dramatically. His hand hit your shoulder, shaking you from your ‘daydream.’ “As I was saying, when I was first learning to shoot, I pulled back wrong and the butt end hit me right there. It was bleeding like crazy. I thought I was going to die. But then again I was only…” He trailed off as he realized you weren’t listening and were instead trying to balance on an old tree stump. Your curled hair rested peacefully on your bare shoulders, your white dress billowing softly in the wind. The only thing that could be heard was your giggles, and how they were contagious. Clint smiled happily, laughing at how your attempts continuously failed. You turned to him before stating, “You’re too boring. I just wanted to hear that melodic laugh of yours.”
“Be careful princess.” His deep voice filled the empty room, and you turned to the large man before smiling softly. “What have I told you about calling me princess?” You questioned, your small hands smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in your billowing emerald dress. “You look like one, my lady. How can I resist?” He raised an eyebrow, his brown eyes twinkling. “Don’t you start with me..” You hummed, turning on your heel to walk out. His large hands caught your waist, and he pulled you back until you met his firm chest. “I am a god. You will bow down to me until I command you not to.” He teased, his calloused forefinger trailing your jawline. Holding your head high, you melted into his touch, your delicate hand minuscule compared to his as you rested it on his. He swiftly turned it so he could press his soft lips to your knuckles, all the while staring into your gorgeous (e/c) eyes. You blushed a crimson red, refusing to meet his gaze. He laughed, his whole body shaking as he did so. “Your inability to accept compliments, princess, gives me a reason to give them to you.” “Oh shut up.”
James “Bucky” Barnes:
Bucky’s fingers trailed over his metal masterpiece of an arm, his chocolate orbs dilating with disgust. You weren’t aware of his sudden self-consciousness, as you were currently cooking dinner. In addition, he didn’t want you to know; as he was nervous that you would judge him for what he was. You put your dish into the oven and closed it before looking at your brown-haired boyfriend. “Hey, you. What’s wrong?” You smiled, sitting on his lap and leaning into him. Refraining from touching you with it, Bucky wrapped his other arm around you, pressing a forced kiss to your temple. The affection hidden behind it was meaningful, but in the moment he wasn’t in the mood. You could tell, as he was as easily readable as a book… well to you. “Bucky…” you frowned, pulling away from his embrace. “What is it?” You repeated, and you noticed how Bucky attempted to hide his metal arm behind his back. However, he wasn’t as subtle as he had hoped to be, and you frowned, grasping his hand and pulling it towards you. “I fell in love with you Bucky, not your arm. It just happily came along.” You giggled, bowing dramatically, pressing a kiss to the cold metal. He laughed at your strange antics, finally embracing the unique part of him. “ I love you too (y/n). So much.”
“Shit!” You cursed, closing the window as the boy stumbled into your room. “W-What are you complaining about? I’m the one that’s hurt!” You send him a scowl as he stuttered this. “Just shut up and sit on my bed.” You instructed, finding your first-aid kit. “Babe.” His large hand enveloped yours, pulling you to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.” Peter pouted, shrugging off his suit as he did so. “I’m not mad, love. You just worry me too much.” You sighed softly, one hand cupping his face while the other searched for some rubbing alcohol. His hand rested over yours, melting into your touch. He only came to your house for a reason, as you were so caring and your touch was so delicate it drove him insane. Smiling softly at the boy, you got some of the alcohol onto a cotton swab. “Okay, so I have this joke.” You attempted to get Peter’s mind off of the pain, as his facial expressions killed you inside when he was experiencing it. “Slowly making contact with his wounds, you began. “What do you call a chameleon that can’t change colors?” “What?” He winced, latching onto your free hand. “A reptile dysfunction!” You burst into giggles, ceasing your actions. Peter laughed so hard that he almost fell off your bed. “Thank god I don’t have that when I’m with you.”
“Stop running so fast!” You scowled, covering your face with your hands. “Would you rather if I ran slower, moja láska? And risk everyone’s life while I’m trying to save them?” He quirked an eyebrow, slowly walking to you. Peering from between your fingers, you whimpered, turning away. “Your wind was rustling my papers! And you were annoying.” You defended, turning away. “Annoying you say?” His intoxicating voice was laced with sarcasm, his signature smile resting on those plump lips. His blond hair rested messily upon his head, his stubble a different shade than his locks. How did he ever end up falling in love with you? You couldn’t even count on your fingers how many times you had re-fallen in love with the man. Your burial in thought caused the atmosphere to change, and his deep voice lulled you from your haze. “What are you thinking about princezná?” You pondered for a few seconds, internally questioning whether he was serious or not. “Well…” You bit your lip. “I was thinking about your hair and how I just love to run my hands through it… and that it’s physically impossible to count how much you have on your head.” Pietro began to laugh, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “How did I get stuck with you?” “I ask myself that question all the time.”
“Let’s play a game!” You chirped, your hand squeezing his while you attempted to drag him off. “I have to work baby.” He argued, his hand slipping from your grasp. “Now, do you really?” You crossed your arms, a scowl making an appearance on your lips. “Yes, I do.” He frowned, rubbing his face. “But you promised that we could have fun tonight! And in return, I promised that we would have really good sex tonight.” Remembering that certain fact had him shocked, and he cleared his throat. “Well umm… If you really want to hang out, we can. I can take a break.” Loki suggested, combing his fingers through his raven locks. “I was kidding.” You scoffed, turning on your heel to walk away. “Baby.” He pleaded, following after you quickly. “I’m sorry.” “No, you’re not. You’re just saying that. If you don’t think then you shouldn’t talk!” You growled, turning around. All of a sudden, you heard a roaring laughter behind you. Turning to glare at him, you suddenly realized what you did. “Did you just quote Alice in Wonderland?” It had been your favorite movie since forever, and because of it, you found yourself referencing it a lot. “You’re still speaking Loki.”
There was one thing that never failed to amaze you, and it was those eyes. Those green eyes. And those plump lips and how they were always pursed in complexion. But how you preferred that they were pressed against your own. In reality, however, it was everything about her that intoxicated you. Maybe it was those special powers that had you hooked, however, and she was using them at the moment. The red liquid-like air hovered around her as she attempted to use telekinesis. You watched happily, your bottom lip pulled in between your pearly whites. “You’re so strange.” She commented, allowing your pillow to fall limply onto your bed. “What do you mean?” You questioned, crossing your legs underneath you. “You always look at me weirdly.” “It’s not a bad thing, I promise! I just can’t get over how I got someone like you. It’s truly amazing.” You smiled, kissing her cheek. Wanda began to laugh, hiding her face in her hands. “That is so very strange because the only way I get to focus is thinking of you. I can’t believe I got you.” She admitted, her cheeks tinted a scarlet red. “I guess we’re both in over our heads.”
“I have a question.” You whimpered from her side, turning to meet her gaze. “You don’t have to state that, you know,” Natasha stated, smiling at you. “You can just ask the question.” “Sorry, bad habit.” You blushed, pushing back your hair. “Don’t apologize babe. It’s okay.” She assured you. “Sorry- I mean, I know.” You stuttered, covering your face with your hands. “Just ask the question.” Nat laughed, amused by how nervous you were around her. The funny thing was, you guys had been dating for such a long time, and yet you were still so nervous around her. “I never really thought to ask you this, but is that natural hair color? Or did you dye it red when you were really young?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “I’ve always had red hair, love.” Nat giggled. You continued to blush, your skin tone almost as red as her hair. Nat continued to laugh, and you turned away shyly. Nat was never really known for laughing, but when you were with her, she couldn’t stop. You were truly the one for her, and she was completely aware of it.
ALRIGHT CONSIDER OK so my friend had a midnight OH SHIT moment and thought of gai/zabuza because holy shit. Gai seeing zabuza as a "what if" version of Kakashi Bc the whole //I'm a tool I exist only to be used by the village// thing and the fact he's shunned for his demonic chakra and bloodthirsty nature and Kakashi is shunned for his father !!! Imagine gai being like yes ok ur my second eternal rival and determined to help zabuza out of the darkness like he did with Kakashi AND IMAGINE (1/2)
THEIR KIDS??? tenten being ecstatic because swordsman!! And pestering him for lessons and neji and haku!!! Them sparring and neji determined to find a way I beat his ice mirror jutsu and just imagine zabuza taking one look at Lee and being like oh god not a mini ok kid get over here and I’m gonna teach u how to use a sword it’s for the greater good and haku just is so amused and happy Bc gai is a ray I sunshine and it’s good ok
Zabuza is honestly still waiting
for the other sandal to drop.
“And this one!” the admirably bloodthirsty little girl breathes with clear
reverence, lifting a sword off the wall and turning to offer it to him.
Feeling mostly bemused, Zabuza takes
it, judging the balance, and feels his eyebrows climb involuntarily. “Well now,”
he says, checks the forger’s stamp on the hilt, and whistles. “Where’d a brat
like you get a Toye blade?”
Rather than taking offense, Tenten
beams. “I took it off a samurai in northern Ame,” she says cheerfully. “He had
no idea how to use a sword. I was doing the world a favor.”
Zabuza chuckles, because this
brat he can connect with. He flips the sword up, catches it, and tries a couple
of thrusts, and it’s not Kubikiribōchō, but it still moves like a dream, folded
steel glimmering blue like ripples of water.
Tenten watches him like a proud
parent showing off her children, hands clasped in front of her as she bounces
on her toes. Almost reminds him of Mei, really, though she likes sharp things
more than lava. Likes sharp thing a lot,
seeing as the walls of her apartment are pretty much floor-to-ceiling weapon
racks, and that’s not even counting the scrolls full of more standard weapons
piled high on a shelf.
If only the rest of her team
were like her, honestly.
From the kitchen, there’s a loud
cry of victory in two voices, and Zabuza swears he can feel his eye twitch. Tenten
doesn’t even seem to notice as she takes the Toye blade from him and carefully
sets it back in its stand, but Zabuza supposes it would take a lot more than a
bit of noise to shake her if she’s really been on the lunatic’s team for a
whole year already.
“Second rival!” said lunatic
cries, skidding around the corner to present him with a beaming smile and two
thumbs up. “We have successfully created a meal that will nourish your flames
of Youth! Come, my friend! It is ready!”
Zabuza has encountered more exclamation
points in the last two days than he had in his entire life before this, and he isn’t quite sure what to think of it. He eyes
Gai for a moment, then glances past him at Haku, who is splattered liberally with
what is probably batter and is frazzled but trying not to look it. The Hyuuga kid
seems entirely resigned to his fate as he carefully wrings out his long hair
over the sink, and Zabuza can’t see the clone thing but he can hear crashing
off to the side.
How the hell were they beaten by
these ridiculous people, Zabuza thinks, and resists the urge to drag his hands
over his face.
“We’re not friends,” he tells Gai.
“You tied me up and dragged me to this shitty village and I am going to kick your
ass for it.”
Gai’s grin, if anything, grows wider. “Yosh, you are clearly full of
Youthful Vigor! It warms my heart to see such spirit in my second eternal
rival! Shall we have a rematch? Our intense man to man battle starts now!” He
drops into one of the fighting poses Zabuza had originally mocked, but by now Zabuza
knows better. This guy is terrifying.
And not just because of the spandex.
“Not in my apartment, Gai-sensei,”
Tenten says almost absently, like this is so common it’s become rote. “And
careful where you say that. If Hatake hears he has a rival for your affections,
he’ll get jealous.”
Zabuza blinks, then turns to
look at Gai again. Just how popular is
“You got dipping sauce on your
jumpsuit,” Neji says blandly, on his way past with a tray of bowls.
“Ah!” Gai wails, and his hand immediately
goes to the zipper of his outfit. “If I don’t get it out immediately, the stain
There’s a clatter from the
kitchen, and the mini-clone skids around the corner exactly like Gai did. “Gai-sensei!
I have filled the sink! I will defeat this stain and it will no longer mar the
green of our Youthful and manly outfits!”
“Lee! You are going to grow into
a great man! One of the Flames of Youth lighting Konoha!” Gai cries, and—Zabuza
is pretty sure he’s crying. Those are tears.
Backlit by a sunset.
He has no idea what’s going on
“You’ll get used to it,” Neji tells
him, over the cries of Lee! and Gai-sensei! filling the air.
“Or go mad,” Tenten adds, more cheerfully
than is really warranted, on her way past.
Haku edges out of the kitchen,
takes one look at the scene, and then clearly decides that Neji is the only
safe territory and beats a hasty retreat to practically hide behind him.
Zabuza snorts, though he
definitely doesn’t disagree, and turns from staring judgmentally at his
apprentice to glace disbelievingly at Gai. He’s just in time to see green
spandex go flying, and—
Zabuza’s hardly a slouch in the
muscles department—Kubikiribōchō is an iron sword as tall as he is, and it
takes a hell of a lot of strength and a good bit of chakra to use it well. But Gai
makes him look like a reedy little genin, and Zabuza already got his ass kicked
thoroughly, knows that Gai very well
could crush his head like a melon. He hadn’t seen the muscles, though, and that horrible bodysuit hides a hell of a lot.
Zabuza carefully checks that he’s
not drooling, tears his eyes away from the way those boxers hug Gai’s truly
awe-inspiring ass, and grabs Tenten by the arm as she passes.
The girl’s cunning enough to
trip up Haku; she’s definitely his best bet here.
“Who’s this Hatake asshole?” he
demands. “A boyfriend?”
Tenten blinks at him for a
moment, then tilts her head thoughtfully. “His first eternal rival,” she says,
studying him. “They’ve been friends since they were kids.”
Zabuza has a lot of work to do,
then. He grits his teeth, then meets Tenten’s eyes. “How much would I have to
pay you to run interference?”
Tenten beams, bouncing on her
toes. “Swordsmanship lessons,” she says blissfully. “And three new weapons.”
He strangles a groan, but casts a
look over her collection anyway. He’s going to have to try really fucking hard to find some she doesn’t already have—her hoard
is impressive, especially for a genin. But—
He takes another look at Gai,
who’s currently flexing for no apparent reason except fuck that is a pretty picture, Zabuza has not wanted someone to
fuck him this badly ever—and then
back at Tenten, who’s managing to toe the line between innocent and devilish with
all the best qualities of both.
Worth it, he decides without even hesitating.
“Deal,” he says.
Tenten wiggles gleefully. “Weapons!”
she says, and practically floats away to keep Lee from destroying her kitchen
in his enthusiasm. Zabuza watches her go, then turns at the feel of eyes on him
and looks straight into Haku’s slightly horrified and wholly judging stare.
It’s probably a bad sign that Zabuza
doesn’t even feel an ounce of shame. He just shrugs helplessly, waving a hand
at Gai—still flexing, still glorious—in illustration, and Haku groans and
buries his face in his hands.
Zabuza chuckles. Maybe getting
dragged all the way from Wave to Konoha won’t turn out to be such torture after
you meet him at church, he might just be satan | au
pairing: biker!bucky x reader
word count: 1820
warnings: smoking, mentions of religion
a/n: another series for you guys whilst i start writing my tony stark sugar daddy series and plus who doesn’t love bad boy bucky!
The cigarette hangs between his lips like a chain as his bruised and
tattooed calloused hands run over his face, exhaustion steadily creeping
up on the man in front of you. His eyes shift to yours and he gives you
a smirk before pulling the cigarette from his lips, “Can I help you
with something, babygirl?” He asks his signature grin never once
swaying, you swallow thickly your eyes daring to look at him and when
you do you can’t help the fire that ignites inside of you.
stay quiet, your breath taken away because the man in front of you with
the long jet-black hair and leather jacket that clung to him was
mesmerising. You had never seen a man like him before in your life. “Cat
got ya tongue?” He asks chuckling darkly when you don’t reply.
Pairing: David x Reader Word count: 973 Warnings: Swearing? Is it considered a warning because this is Camp Camp… Sum: Max took a picture of you sleeping and it all goes downhill. A/N: Couldn’t help myself! David is too cute and we need more x Readers~
“Shit, Nikki, I thought you said flash was off?”
You rolled over, slowly stirring awake because of the noise.
“Guys…” Neil’s voice was the one to actually get you moving. What were they doing in your cabin? Wasn’t too early for a kid’s mental break down?
"Wha—what’s going on?” You yawn, sitting up in bed.
While you rubbed away your drool, Max, Nikki, and Neil panicked because holy shit you were waking up.
"Crap, they’re up! Scram!“ The trio scrambled to leave your cabin, nearly dropping the phone in the process. However, Max did manage to take one last picture before their counselor realized what was happening.
The second you heard the flash you threw off your sheets to go after the little trouble makers. Unfortunately your legs weren’t awake yet so the morning bid you a final fuck you. You rolled out of the bed and fell flat on your face, which rewarded you a nice nosebleed.
"Max you little shit biscuit, get back here this instant!” You growled, eyes shining with a lust for murder.
So you bolted out your cabin a mess, nearly buck naked, and with a bloody nose. What a great way to start off the day. Smell the fucking roses.
Okay, I’ve needed to get this off my chest for a while.
This whole mage templar dispute thing - it’s driving me nuts. I was recently looking at statistics as to how many people sided with the templars vs those who sided with mages, and I just - ugh. There was an outrageous amount of people that sided with the mages - most in fact. Okay fine, I get why people sided with mages. I do get why, however, when I say I understand why, that does not mean, for any reason, that I agree with that decision.
And here’s why.
Let me first explain why I get why people sided with the mages - for Pete’s sake, I always play as a mage. They’re the freaking best, and I think their story is amazing.
I totally understand the mage oppression thing. Mages are being oppressed and treated completely unfairly by these templars. Meredith is fucking nuts, and the chantry is supporting it - or, in Kirkwall, becoming a neutral party which doesn’t help anyone.
Templars are out of control, and people view them as heroes, because propaganda and gossip coupled with horror stories about crazy rampant mages plague the streets. People see templars as the ones who can protect them. So, given this, as in any society, templars are given reign to be able to treat these mages badly, and people advocate for their imprisonment.
Mages are being unfairly ripped from their homes, and parents never to be able to see their children again is a huge issue. These mages are allowed little to no freedom, and they are basically kept in a Circle for their entire lives. They are even thought to be the Maker’s “unwanted” children, and are taught to feel terrible about themselves, which is completely wrong.
Mages are also thought to be able to snap at any moment, and that the majority are actually insane blood mages looking for newborn children to sacrifice. Now, the side that argues mage freedom is the side that firmly believes that these mages should be free because not all mages are like that, not all are crazy blood mages, and a lot of them are better people than most. They’re clearly at a disadvantage in society, and viewed as a major threat, which isn’t true of all mages. It’s unfair, and the fear that’s associated with these people is out of control.
For the most part - this is true! Most mages want nothing more than to live peaceful lives. I completely - TOTALLY understand that, and definitely agree.
If given freedom, these mages have power that could help so many people! They would also be much less likely to be prone to blood magic because they’ve been backed into a corner and have no choice. If they were given this freedom, mages would be able to thrive and wouldn’t go to such drastic measures to protect themselves, which templars CLEARLY provoke inside them.
Is that right? Is that a pretty good explanation?
Right, now listen to my side.
Mages. Are. Fucking. Dangerous. It doesn’t matter what anyone says about control. One of my absolute favorite lines from DA2 is Fenris’s quote that goes: “I have no doubt that mages can be good and decent men, able to resist temptation. But how many temptations do you wish to offer a man before he will give in?” This is the absolute truth for these mages. They are offered ultimate power every single time they close their eyes, or are backed into a corner. Some are stronger than others and are able to resist this, but there are many mages out there that are given this incredible power and have absolutely no idea what to do with it or how to use it - or worse yet, abuse it.
They’re dangerous. There’s no getting around that fact. They’re dangerous, badass, and extremely powerful. They are able to tap into the essence of the fade and create and do things that no normal man can - and when one says that a mage’s power is like that of a templar’s sword - a templar isn’t able to set an entire city on fire or summon an army of demons with a swish of his blade - whereas a mage has every ability to do so with a wave of their hand.
You cannot compare. You can’t.
Let me also make something very clear - there is so much evidence in Dragon Age lore that proves that not all mages are born with the innate willpower to be able to muster and master this power. Weak or strong, in either case, each is given the exact same amount of power. The weak cannot handle this power, and therefore fall prey to powerful demons - which result in death and destruction. The powerful, or even borderline powerful, have a much better chance at mastering this ability, and are therefore born with the ability to control magic.
Mages are susceptible to possession and summoning beings of great power, they are capable of burning down a city - a SINGLE man in one instance is capable of this destruction. And if one feels threatened, even a little, it takes but a slip of the mind to allow a demon to enter and turn them into an abomination.
Mages have power beyond comprehension, and a lot of it hasn’t even been explored yet. This exposure to the fade allows them this ability, and though there are those who are able to control this power, not every mage is like this. And therefore incredibly dangerous.
So, with that, it is no surprise that the Circle was created. And it makes SENSE. Come on people, the Circle is absolutely necessary. Mages are capable of being a danger to others and themselves! The Circle was meant to teach them how to control this. The Circle’s creation was meant to be a safe place for mages to practice their magic and master is so that they can eventually become successful citizens of Thedas without being a danger to themselves or others.
However, now the Circle is a prison, as the templars have turned it into that, and its former purpose has been skewed.
This is where the debate gets tricky.
The Circle is necessary, definitely, but it absolutely needs reformation. It cannot continue to treat these people this badly and lock them up. That’s why it’s so important that mages are put in these Circles and taught how to control their magic. And when they can, they can leave. That would be the most ideal set up. But it’s not like that, because people don’t trust them.
Which makes sense for the most part because of what they’re capable of.
Soooo, anyway, I need to get back on track here.
So, then this whole Kirkwall thing happens, and mages and templars are at each other’s throats, and finally Anders takes things into his own hands and blows up the fucking Chantry because it’s a neutral party and will inevitably incite rebellion.
Let’s break this down, shall we?
Meredith is pissed because she suspects blood magic in the ranks of the Circle, and Orsino has had it with her bullshit so he’s not taking it anymore. So they’re arguing.
At this point in the story, it makes sense for Hawke to wonder if Meredith is actually on to something, or if she’s just bullying Orsino. (In my opinion, sadly enough, I realized before it had even been revealed at the end, that the man who killed Hawke’s mother had been in cohorts with Orsino, so I would have supported the raid with that information) However, without that information, there would have been no evidence to support this raid of the tower, so the mages would absolutely have my support at this point.
Then, as Orsino goes to try and get help to calm the dispute, which I completely agree with, Anders blows up the fucking Chantry.
WORST THING YOU COULD DO MAN.
A mage, KILLED the Grand Cleric for ALL mages. He did it - in the NAME of mages.
He doomed them all, as Orsino said.
The line is so fragile at this point, that there is so little hope for mages.
But this line is where people tend to get confused who to side with - or not confused, because most people side with mages.
No, bad idea. Lemme tell you why.
I did at first, I actually was like - fine. Mages are oppressed, this needs to stop. I need to do what’s right for these innocent mages and defend them! -
- And then something happened.
During the fight, mages were turning into abominations and killing people. They were being either backed into a corner by templars, or they were using blood magic and summoning demons to protect them - but still killing people.
That was when I paused the game, sat back, and realized my mistake.
I see Anders’ bigger picture thing - but I saw an even bigger picture.
Think about this.
If you support/protect the mages - you are supporting and protecting BLOWING up the damn Chantry and all the Grand Cleric had done to keep peace, you are supporting this war and mages and that decision to kill those innocents. You’re supporting the mages who turn into abominations or resort to blood magic. You are supporting the right for mages to use their magic to kill people. You are supporting Anders. That is what everyone in Thedas would see, and therefore your credibility would be lost to the majority of the population.
So, after I thoroughly thought that through, I restarted the last bit of the game to change my decision.
I changed it because I saw the fact that in this situation, people would NEVER listen to my Hawke and what he had to say if he didn’t support the safety of the people as well as the Chantry. They wouldn’t listen to him because he would have been a mage protecting mages, and that’s all the people would have seen. The only respect he would have earned would be from the mages that fought for their lives and those who rebelled in the Circle’s throughout Thedas - and may I remind you, that is a VERY small population.
Hawke, as a mage, already gains a portion of respect from those people. What he needs is to earn the trust and respect from those who are not mages. He needs to show them that he will fight for THEIR safety and protect them from crazy mages who would blow up the damn chantry and kill thousands of innocents by turning into abominations or using blood magic.
THAT is where he needs to draw his influence.
Because of what Anders did, and HOW the war started, there was no chance that my Hawke was going to side with murderers. Because THAT, if you break it down, is exactly what he would have been doing if he sided with the mages.
Now that my Hawke is viscount of Kirkwall AND a goddamn mage, how much do you think the city respects that? He is their CHAMPION. The one who stood up for the citizens and vouched for the safety of the city. They BEGGED him to become viscount. What do you think he is capable of doing now that he is viscount? He can change the CIRCLE. NOW he has influence over these people who see a mage and RESPECT him! That is the type of mage that the people need to look up to and see to feel safe. That is where Hawke can make a change.
Instead, if you go the opposite route, the people chase you out with damn pitchforks and curse and spit at you.
Great. How much influence do you have now? Yes, he is someone that the mages respect, but that’s it. Everyone else would see him as a threat, just like the rebelling apostates.
My point is that Hawke, MAGE Hawke ESPECIALLY, should absolutely, in that situation, side with the Templars. He still doesn’t agree with Meredith, and he stands up to her by sparing the lives of mages who surrendered - WHICH GAINS THEIR RESPECT.
The all around benefits of siding with the Templars FAR outweigh the benefits of siding with the mages. If people took even two seconds to think about this, they would see that, no matter how you look at it, siding with the Templars and protecting the city is the right thing to do.
All that people see though, is the unjust that mages face, and they right away jump to this HUGE decision to start a war and side with the side that they think is innocent. Noooo, guys. NOT in this situation. This situation does not WARRANT that action! This PARTICULAR situation must have Hawke defend the people, so that they can see that this mage is a protector for all, and that he stands with the right and just and wants to bring justice to the Grand Cleric and all who died in the Chantry. THAT is what Thedas should see.
Mages need to be vouched for, I know that, and what they’re going through needs to be changed, and in the end, the war did start a movement for their fair treatment, but again, for this particular situation, siding with the Templars is the best way to go.
Hawke can still stand up and defend these mages afterwards, he can still draw his influence from being viscount and make changes through that. It’s not like he doesn’t have the chance now to do something about it - he still can! Especially now that he’s viscount - and someone that the people respect and praise for his actions to protect the city.
Think about it, if the Templars had blown up the Circle because they believe that mages were using blood magic and killing people, do you think I would have sided with the Templars?
Anyone would be able to see that what they had done was unfair and unjust and that they had gone too far. The people of Thedas would see that Meredith had gone mad, and that the templars were out of control, and therefore, this would have warranted Hawke’s action to side with the mages and bring justice.
What Anders did doomed the mages of Kirkwall and ruined chance for compromise.
Now, I can’t necessarily say what he did was…not without reason or didn’t end up serving a purpose, in that aspect I think what he did was necessary, but just because it was, this would mean that Hawke’s actions to side with the templars was also necessary. That’s tricky, I know, and one action would have to lead to the other. What Anders did ended up serving as the momentum mages needed to finally break free of the hold the templars had on them, so, as I said before, in a way this was necessary.
But so was Hawke’s decision to side with the templars.
If this doesn’t help you see the reasonable side to this - then I have no idea what will.
But yeah, that’s my side, the logic behind it had been thought through VERY thoroughly, and overall, this was the conclusion I came to-
“Please tell me that there is a stripper coming!” My friend Mia begs. A large group of Mia’s friends were all piled into my apartment for Mia’s bachelorette party. The entire place had been decorated to the max, to full raunchiness as requested by the bride to be. A wall of balloon letters spelling out “SAME PENIS FOREVER” hung over the bar where our mutual friend Isa was mixing drinks and casually checking out the women in the party and our other friend (and my roommate) Bee was helping. Women walked around in cocktail dresses, sipping drinks out of penis shaped straws. Hannah, one of Mia’s bridesmaids, placed a tiara topped with mini phalluses onto her head. She giggled and walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. The music got louder as everyone realized that the bride to be was finally here. Screams and cheers erupted and Mia began to make the rounds of greeting everyone.
The party was been in full swing when I heard the rapping of knuckles against the door. Two men, police officers by the looks of their uniforms. “Hello officers, how can I help you?” I ask, trying to figure out what we did to cause someone to call the cops on us. “We’ve gotten multiple noise complaints for this address, ma’am.” The tall blonde officer with a british accent on the left says. Damn arrest me. No resistance here. “Oh my god really? We’re so sorry and we’ll try to keep it down.” I say apologetically, embarrassed.”Ma’am may we come in? Its routine for us to check the premises for any sign of underage drinking.” The other officer, a buff, long haired haired man, said. “Of course!” I said, opening the door wide so that they could enter. “Could everyone please take a seat?” The blonde asks.
Everyone sits and the dark haired man asks “Bachelorette party, huh? Where is the Bride to be?” “Right here!” Mia says, raising her hand quickly. The dark haired man grabs her hand and helps her to her feet. “I’m gonna need to pat you down now ma’am. You don’t have anything on you that I can stick myself with, do you?“ He asks, patting her down. “No, sir.” She says. “Well I do!” He says, and thrusts his hips against her. All of the girls scream and the other officer- stripper, flicked on a boombox and Isa walks around, passing out bills.
They both rip their shirts open "Fact is, the law says you cannot touch! But I think I see a lotta lawbreakers up in this house tonight.” The blonde with the accent says, a cocky grin on his face. “Especially that pretty girl right there.” He says, pointing at… me? Wait. Pretty. Me. He thinks I’m pretty. They pull their shirts from their bodies and pull out a pair of handcuffs each. They both turn to Mia and hand her the cuffs. “Who should we arrest ma’am?” they ask, waiting for Mia to choose. Mia walks over and locks one of the cuffs onto my wrist, then moves over to Bee and slaps the other set on hers. “(Y/N) and Bee!” She crows, sitting back down. The dark haired stripper helps Bee over to a chair and the blonde comes over and helps me to the other. He straddles my lap and rocks his hips in a circle. I glance over at Bee and see that the dark haired man is doing the same to her and she is very much enjoying it.
The blonde grabs my hands and runs them down his chest, feeling his muscles ripple under his skin as he moves against me. He hops off of me, pulling me to my feet and gently laying me on the floor. He moves to almost straddle me and braces himself on his hands, sliding his knees inwards and outwards so that he’s thrusting against me. The feeling of him against my body is causing my panties to dampen. He looks into my eyes as he moves. “My name is Harrison, by the way sweetheart.” He murmurs in my ear. Harrison. I could almost hear myself screaming that name as I came around his cock in my mind. “You’re quite pretty.” He murmurs leaning back on his haunches, pulling me up with him. The men led us back to the chairs and then proceeded to rip of their pants and dance as the rest of the women clamor around them to stick bills in their thongs. I sat there, shellshocked in my chair, trying to figure out what had just happened. I didn’t even realize that the dance was over until I saw Bee walk to her bedroom with the dark haired stripper (Whose name I would later come to find out was Bucky) trailing behind her, clothes in hand.
As Isa and I cleared out the guests, calling ubers for those to drunk to drive, Harrison walked over to me. “Is there somewhere I can wash up? Some of the ladies drinks may or may not be coating my skin right now.” He says with a chuckle. “Of course! Just follow me.” I say leading him through my room the attached bathroom. I open the door and step in, going to the cabinet to pull out a towel. He shuts the door behind us. “You know, I could use an extra set of hands in the shower.” He says, throwing his stuff in the corner of the room. “Oh really?” I say, walking towards him. “Yes ma'am.” he says, grabbing my face and pulling me in for a rough kiss. “Y'know I wanted to fuck you right there on that floor for everyone to see.” He says, his lips moving down to my jaw and neck, kissing and nipping at my skin. I move us backwards towards the shower, moving my hand to turn the knob on. I step under the hot streams of water fully clothed, pulling him with me.
He unzips my strapless dress and pushes it down to the tile beneath our feet. He pulls his already hard cock out of his thong and grabs my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. “Suck, pretty girl.” He commands, tangling his hands in my hair. I take his long shaft in my hand and give his tip and experimental lick. I take him and far into my mouth as I can and hollow my cheeks, sucking hard. He tugs on my hair and I moan around him, causing him to buck his hips at the vibration. “Fuck you’re so good at that, baby girl.” He groans, throwing his head back against the tiled walls. I bob my head, sucking on just the tip and then all the way to the hilt. He tightens his grip on my hair and pulls my mouth off of him. “You’re too good at that, baby. I don’t want to come until I’m in that pretty little pussy of yours.” He groans, pulling me by my hand to my feet. He grabs my thighs and picks me up by them, wrapping my legs around his his waist, feeling his hard shaft against my wet cunt. I slide my hand between us, angling him so that he was right at my entrance.
He thrust upwards and into me, causing me to gasp. He rocks his hips into me, setting a bruising pace. He kneels and lays me back onto the tile floor. He continues fucking me as I drag my nails down his back. “Don’t stop.” I beg loudly, as he his cock nudges my cervix. “The second you opened the door I knew I’d be making you scream tonight, and fuck was I right.” He moans as he buries his face in my neck. I could feel a delicious tightening of my stomach. “I’m so close, baby.” I whimper and he slides his hand between us and rubs my clit. “Come with my princess. Come around my cock.” He groans, his hips stuttering as he reaches his peak. We come together, moaning each other’s names loudly with no regard for who heard. He picks me up and carries me to my bed. “I know this isn’t exactly normal, and a lot of women are freaked out by what I do, but can I maybe take you out for brunch tomorrow?” He asks, hope alight in his blue eyes. “Yes. I would love that.” I grin. He goes to get up but I stop him. “Stay.” I say simply. He smiles and crawls into bed next to me, and lays down, pressing a kiss to my temple as we both drifted off to sleep.
Summary: You’re the princess of a small but wealthy country. Your father gives you an ultimatum that you can’t refuse, but you’re determined to enjoy your last day or freedom.
Pairing: Bucky x Princess!Reader
Word Count: ~8,605
Warnings: angst, abuse (emotional and physical), fluff, NOT LANGUAGE GUYS I WROTE A FIC WITHOUT SWEARING IT’S A MIRACLE
A/N: I know I haven’t posted something in a little while. I’ve been working on a couple of things I really hope you’ll enjoy <3
I don’t really like Cinderella. I don’t think falling in love in the span of a day or so is realistic. But I loved the idea of Bucky singing Disney princess songs, so here we are and Cinderella is undeniably a classic (Wanda and Steve are 100% fairy god parents). I couldn’t figure out what to name it for the longest damn time so I got lazy with it.
You knew that when your father, the King, summoned you, whatever he had to say wasn’t going to be pleasant. You’d been dodging suitors and making excuses for being unable to meet eligible foreign dignitaries for years, and it was only a matter of time until your father had had enough.
“You will show up to the ball. You will choose a suitor from the bachelors invited. And you will do your duty as this country’s princess,” your father said forcefully, eyeing you angrily from his spot on the other side of his study’s extravagant desk.
You weren’t going to give into your father’s demands. There was no way you’d sell yourself to the highest bidder; you’d met enough Lords to know they were all power-hungry sharks just looking for a chance at the crown matrimonial.
You had to put up some show of resistance, or he’d suspect you were up to something.
“Father, I am not some pawn to be cast off as you see fit! I am my own woman and I can rule this country on my own!” you said defiantly. “I have been tutored on how to best lead this country
from the moment I learned how to speak! I alone can-”
Shawn sucks as a co-baker. He doesn’t even bake, he says he wants to help and then just watches you bake and says he helped in the end. He’s a notorious cookie dough eating, cake batter spatula licking, frosting spoon hijacker. The guy has a sweet tooth for days and you’re pretty sure if he ‘samples’ another one of your mini cakes his teeth might fall out of his head.
“Don’t! Shawn! Don’t you do it!” you point the chocolate cake batter covered spatula at him as he hovers his finger over the frosting bowl. “Put that hand back where it came from or so help me!”
He laughs and puts his hand down. “Cmon, I just wanna taste it. You said it’s bourbon maple frosting! How am I, a Canadian man, supposed to resist that?”
“Like this,” you say, taking the bowl away from him. You place it on the counter behind you and turn back to the cake batter. “Can you get me the silicone molds from the cupboard?” you point at the cupboard above the fridge.
Shawn gets up and goes to the cupboard, opening it and pulling out all the silicone molds. “Um, which ones? There are like a dozen up here.”
“The maple leaves and the ones that look like cinnamon buns.”
Shawn groans and takes down the ones you requested. “I should hold these ransome for frosting.”
You cut him a glare. He takes it as a challenge and leaves the molds on top of the fridge, stepping back and putting his hands on his hips. “Shawn Peter Ra-”
“Ah, ah! Don’t you use my full name!”
You throw your flour covered towel on the counter at him and he laughs as he jumps out of the way. He hated it when you used his full name in a fit of rage. “I’ll use it! I’ll say your whole damn ridiculous name!” Shawn giggles, legitimately giggles and you throw a handful of flour at him because he is inching closer to the frosting you set on the counter. “Shawn!”
Shawn grabs the molds off the fridge and tosses them at you, distracting you for just long enough that he can scoop a finger full of frosting and pop it into his mouth before running off into the living room. You let out an exasperated yell. He was such a child sometimes. As you start to fill the molds and tap the sides to get the air bubbles out, you see his head poke around the doorway. You don’t look up from your work as you say, “Yes, Shawn?”
“Can you make me some of that frosting? Just for me.” You look up, raising your eyebrows at him. “Please? It’s so good, I don’t want to end up eating all your cakes…I know they aren’t for me, but I don’t know if I would have enough self control to stop. So if you made me some I would-”
“Fine,” you smile at him and he walks into the kitchen to lean against the counter next to you. “You have a deal. No cake theft and no more frosting theft today and you’ll get your own little bowl of bourbon maple frosting.”
Shawn leans over and cups your jaw, pulling your head closer as he presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re talented and I love you.”
“I love you to, frosting thief.”
“I love you more,” he says and dips his finger into the batter of a maple leaf mold before popping it in his mouth and grinning. You open your mouth to yell at him and he cuts you off, “You didn’t stipulate I couldn’t steal batter!” God dammit.