#she straddles her boss while she's trying to help her gain confidence AND calls her amore??? gay activity

[alcinassugarbby]

Bianca from Mafia Mamma is queercoded and you CANNOT change my mind

[kricketwritesstories]

Title: Pack Your Bags Cause We’re Getting Married

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters: Bucky, Reader, Steve, Natasha, Sam, and Tony

Summary: Bucky finally gets up the courage to confess his love for the Reader...but she's already engaged?

Bucky felt positively giddy as he left his apartment this morning. After a long bro to bro talk with Steve that lasted until the wee hours of the morning, it was decided.

Today was the day he asked Y/N to be his girlfriend.

From the moment they met, Bucky knew she was the one. It was like he was compelled to tell her everything; he couldn't help but open up to her. Her smile lit up his world and her laugh made his heart soar. For the past six months he'd been trying to get the courage to ask her to be his. Every single time he'd try his mouth would go dry, his hands would sweat, and he ended up asking her, "How about that local sports team?"

He'd done this so many times that Y/N had taken to answering him, "I hear they eat their young."

Rubbing the back of his neck and blushing furiously at his cowardice, she would laugh and so would he because dammit that laughter was infectious!

He took a deep breath as he approached her door. It took him by surprise to find the door open. Stealthily he positioned himself in the doorway. Y/N was sprawled out on her bed curled on her side facing the door. She took no notice of Bucky's presence because her eyes were focused on her phone. Her face was tinged pink and she was grinning like an idiot. Bucky sighed and leaned in the doorway watching her. It was a dreamlike moment until he heard a Scottish voice on the other end of the phone proclaim, "Pack your bags, cause we're getting married!"

Y/N squealed and rolled on to her back, her eyes never leaving her phone. Bucky felt his heart shatter into a billion pieces.

"If he doesn't think you're the right size because your thighs touch or your curves aren't in the 'right places' fuck that! You're a champion! You're amazing the way you are, and remember size doesn't matter if 90% of your dick is your personality," he continued.

Bucky couldn't stand to hear anymore. He stumbled down the hallway towards the elevator. When he reached the common living room he threw himself on the couch and turned on the TV, Sam, Steve, and Nat stopped talking.

"Buck," Steve said carefully, "how -"

"CAN'T A GUY WATCH," he paused and took a good look at the TV, "JAKE AND THE NEVERLAND PIRATES IN PEACE?!"

"Shit," he thought to himself, "of course it's still on the channel we had on last night while we babysat Clint's kids."

He stared at the TV as he thought back to the night before. For some reason, outside of Nat, Clint's kids loved having Y/N and Bucky babysit them. He let Lila braid his hair while Y/N played pirates Cooper. The ended the night all piled on the couch watching Disney Junior. His heart ached remembering the sight of baby Nathaniel cradled in Y/N's arms. He dared himself to imagine briefly that this was their family, and now all those hopes were obliterated.

Sam leaned over and whispered to his fellow Avengers, "Is Snow Miser seriously watching Disney Junior?"

"Maybe he really doesn't like Captain Hook, that sneaky snook," Natasha joked.

"Something must've went wrong when he tried to," Steve started to muse before he realized he was talking out loud.

His face went beat red and he prayed the other two didn't hear him. Well, his prayers weren't heard but his words sure were.

"Oh my God, did he try and ask Y/N out again," Nat said hopefully.

"Please, I'm pretty sure his balls froze off from all the years in cryo - he's been trying for months and he just can't do it," Sam mocked.

"Come on guys, cut him some slack," Steve pleaded.

"Steve. He's a grown ass man watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates intensely - like he's going to miss a plot point," Sam pointed out.

"Good afternoon everyone," Y/N greeted cheerfully.

"Good woah," Sam stuttered.

Typically Y/N wore oversized fandom t-shirts with zip-up hoodies, ripped up jeans, and a pair of beat up converse. Everyone knew she had confidence issues when it came to her body. It didn't matter that everyone called her 'cute' and 'adorable,' she wanted to be sexy and she didn't think she could be with the body she had.

Today, her confidence was through the roof. She wore a maroon off the shoulder lace top that hugged her curves, a black skater skirt, and open toed heals. Her make up, while usually natural, was done a touch more dramatic. Her E/C eyes were practically glittering with happiness.

Bucky refused to look from the TV, even despite Sam's reaction. He could feel bitterness tighten in his chest.

"Well, well, well," Nat said impressed, "what's the occasion Y/N?"

"Didn't she tell you," Bucky said bitterly unable to control the words that spewed from his mouth, "she's engaged."

Steve spit out the coffee he was drinking, drenching Sam in the process.

"Nice," Sam said curtly as he stood up to go clean himself off.

"I didn't think you were even seeing anyone," Natasha said as she looked cautiously between Bucky and Y/N.

Before Y/N could answer Bucky, still staring at the TV, started ranting, "Oh well it's because it's some Scottish guy she's seeing on her phone with that head seeing thing."

He was silent for just a few moments, but Y/N just couldn't get her words out she was so taken aback.

"Also I'll have you know," he shouted causing everyone to freeze, "that I've always thought your curves are sexy and beautiful. I've never thought they weren't in the right places. Your body, your face, your personality - it's all perfect to me."

Y/N couldn't will herself to breathe let alone move a muscle. Even Sam was stock still with paper towels bunched in his hands, he still hadn't made a move to clean the coffee off of himself.

"And another thing," Bucky shouted louder, his voice cracking, "I'll have you know that my dick is huge - and none of it has to do with my personality - and that it was that size even BEFORE the super soldier serum!"

"What fresh hell," Tony said confused as he walked into the awkward scene, "why is Terminator talking about his gun size?"

"James," Y/N said with a cautious yet amused tone, "were you at my door this morning?"

"I may have been walking by," Bucky admitted grumpily.

"So you heard Daniel -," Y/N started.

"What kind of fucking punk ass name is Daniel," he snapped, voice dripping with jealousy.

"Who the hell is Daniel," Tony said confused.

"Y/N's Scottish fiancé," Bucky spat bitterly.

"Daniel Euan Henderson," Y/N said in a strained voice.

"Y/N Henderson, huh," he said curtly, "well I hope you two are very happy together. I'm sure we'll miss you on the team."

"Y/N's leaving the team," Tony questioned in horror.

"- is a YouTuber," Y/N attempted once again to continue.

"Wow...what an exciting job," Bucky taunted, "someone who films themselves talking about shit is so much better than one of earth's mightiest heroes."

"Y/N is marrying a YouTuber," Tony asked as his confusion kept climbing.

"- who films himself talking to girls," Y/N tried yet again.

"Hmm he sounds real faithful there, good pick," Bucky said stubbornly while his eyes were still glued to Jake.

"- to help encourage them about their body image," Y/N explained as she finally was able to move herself forward.

"Well clearly it's working for you, sweet cheeks," Tony noted winking as he took in Y/N's appearance.

"I've been watching him for months now," Y/N continued ignoring Tony's comment.

"Oh wow," Bucky said hurt, "you've been seeing him for months?"

"Watching," Y/N corrected, "to try and boost my confidence -"

"Well he proposed so I guess it worked," Bucky said sadly.

"So Y/N is getting married," Tony asked.

"OH MY GOD I AM NOT ENGAGED! I AM NOT SEEING ANYONE! I'VE BEEN WATCHING HIS VIDEOS TO GAIN CONFIDENCE SO I CAN DO THIS," Y/N screamed exasperated.

She stalked over to the TV, turned it off, and faced James Buchanan Barnes. The moment he finally looked at her, he couldn't breathe. All jealousy and animosity flew from his mind and all he could think was how exceptionally beautiful Y/N was.

Steeling her nerves Y/N walked over to the couch. In one swift movement, before she lost her nerve, Y/N straddled Bucky's lap, placed her hands on his face, and kissed him for all he was worth.

Bucky's hands flew, one to hold the back of her neck and one to hold her waist, as he kissed Y/N back with abandon.

Y/N pulled back panting, and leaned her forehead against his. "So," she breathed, "how about that local sports team?"

Bucky's smile threatened to take over his whole face it was so big. "I hear they eat their young," he responded before kissing her again.

Natasha, Steve, and a still coffee soaked Sam all sighed dreamily as they watched the scene play out.

"What sports team eats their young and why do they have young in the first place," Tony cried out in horror, breaking the silence.

Bucky and Y/N broke their kiss because they couldn't stop laughing. They fell sideways onto the couch, still holding onto one another.

"To be clear," Y/N said seriously, "you're mine now, and I'm yours."

Bucky's eyes darkened at her words. "Also to be clear, I meant everything I said earlier," he said huskily as he glanced downward.

Y/N blushed furiously and buried her head in his neck to whisper, "I can't wait to find out myself."

In a split second, Bucky was on his feet and he threw Y/N over his shoulder. She squealed in delight as he carried her out of the room.

"You may want to invest in some noise cancelling headphones, Stevie," Bucky called back to his best friend and fellow floor mate.

Steve groaned, but couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. "Well at least my ship has sailed," he sighed.

Sam gasped, "Look at you grandpa, using that young people lingo like a boss!"

"What the actual fuck just happened," Tony shouted as his eyes went wide and his hands shot out as if he was trying to keep his balance.

Nat walked over to him and patted his head sympathetically and promised, "I'll tell you when you're older."

[thedragonblessed]

Dorianmance week day 2!

Pavellan.  Dorian Pavus x Fenlyn Lavellan (approx 17k)

Fenlyn had strayed from camp. It was early morning and due to his insufferable tendency to wake up first. He decided to take his dalish mare “Sandy” for a ride. Dorian sneered relentlessly at her given name calling him adorable every time he brushed her fondly. It was no secret Sandy was his favorite and his love for his horse was something he and Master Dennet could agree on. Fenlyn had traveled with Cullen’s forces to oversee the watch towers construction in the Hinterlands, desiring a distraction from Skyhold. Empress Celene’s gala was rapidly approaching and Fenlyn desperately wanted to escape Josephine's stern nobility lessons that he wasn’t excelling at as quickly as she hoped. Even the way he held a blighted fork could be interpreted as a rude gesture to some frilly orlesian in a mask.   

Fenlyn picked up on a twig snap. He almost didn’t hear it over Sandy’s loud shuffling but he pulled her to a stop,looking over his shoulder. Fenlyn remembered the bear ambush from last time he went off for a ride in the woods and did not want to repeat it. Another twig snapped from his side and he drew his dagger, preparing a good clean throw if an enemy appeared. Suddenly a loud whoosh of air and then a stabbing pain in his side as an arrow stuck him. His armour slowed it from killing him but it pierced his skin, wedging itself deep in his flesh. Fenlyn cried out and jerked away as Sandy reared, startled. She threw him over the ravine and bolted, narrowly missing other arrows that attempted to halt her. Fenlyn rolled violently down the rough forest cliffside landing halfway into a shallow river with a splash.

“Fenedhis! Shit!” Fenlyn spat with gritted teeth and his whole body flared with pain. He heard hooting and shouting from the top of the ravine.

Fenlyn attempted to sit up, the arrow’s feathers twitching with his rapid breaths. His leather armour was stained darker with his blood. He rolled on his side using his shaking arms to at least get him on his knees. The pain was agonizing and he blinked blood from his eyes. A cut on his forehead no doubt. His head wound had painted the water with red. Sure enough a brutish man slid down the ravine, looking predatory and gleeful.

“Shem!” Fenlyn snapped struggling to put more distance between him and the bandit.

Fenlyn scrambled away as he loaded another arrow into his bow. He drew his daggers and with a flick of his wrist broke the poison pellet in his armguards. The green, foul liquid ran down his hands and soaked his daggers. The man released the arrow and he jumped out of the way, adrenaline disregarding his injuries. The arrow missed, and with a frustrated growl the bandit advanced on him instead, crossing the river with confident strides. Fenlyn managed to raise himself by bracing a hand on his knee and his vision swum. By the time the bandit reached him with a sword unsheathed Fenlyn stood and leaned back to avoid the first swipe.

“Not very good aim huh?” He choked out laboring for breath.

“Shut up, Knife-ear…” The bandit’s voice was slow and mumbling. The man attempted to slash at him again but Fenlyn ducked instead, rearing up to cut his opponent past his armour. His blade met the skin of his armpit and that’s all it took. The man screamed as the cut burned and the poison rapidly seeped into his system. The man began frothing at the mouth and fell to the ground, gurgling violently. Two more men came down the ravine cursing and screaming at the staggering elf. They tried to flank him and Fenlyn wavered, keeping an eye on both of them with a shaky fighting stance.

“Come to join your friend? Good. I’m alway up for some practice.”

“Watch yourself, pretty elf. You’re losing a lot of blood there. Look like a damn pin cushion.” The rogue of the group commented grinning with rotted teeth.

He could fight defensively. Fine. Masking his fear with a taunting grin he flipped his blades in the showy trick way he does for the children at Skyhold to entertain them. He supposed now he did look like the savage forest-dwelling dalish that fereldan thought they were, adrenaline pumping blood uselessly out the arrow in his side. The bandit with a greatsword charged him, full of openings. Fenlyn dodged but couldn’t get enough momentum to finish the killing blow that he normally would, his injury slowed him. He settled with kicking the larger bandit on his ass sending him face first into the pebbles. All it did was anger the bandit as he reared up with a furious roar. He slashed angrily at Fenlyn who could do little more than dance around his attacks. While he was preoccupied, the rogue began to notch his arrow into place. Fenlyn almost missed the rogue snapping up his weapon and releasing the arrow aiming for his head. Thinking fast he ducked and threw a knife, hitting the rogue squarely in the chest. The rogue collapsed and died slowly, blood filling his lungs. That earned him a heavy punch from the other bandit and he fell to the ground, his other dagger flying out of reach. The bandit abandoned his weapon deciding to strangle Fenlyn to death instead. Fenlyn strained, digging his nails into the bandit’s hand, his air cut off completely. Desperate, he reached down to the arrow in his side, pulling at it. It started to exit the wound with agonizing slowness as dizziness started to overtake Fenlyn. He pulled as hard as he could until the arrow notched free from his skin.Without hesitating he reared back his arm with the blood stained arrow and drove it into the bandit’s neck, causing him to leap back with a howl of pain. The arrow didn’t puncture enough for it to be a killing blow so Fenlyn improvised. He burst another pellet of poison and lurched up, shoving his fingers into the bandit’s mouth. He gained the upper hand, shoving the man down and straddling him. The bandit bit down on Fenlyn’s fingers as he struggled for life, the poison slowly killing him. Blood flooded out of his neck where the arrow pierced him and he slowly stilled gurgling wetly. Fenlyn felt beads of sweat drop from his nose as the bandit drew his last breath. Fenlyn removed his bleeding and bitten fingers, falling over with a large heaving sigh. That had been...way too close. He realized with a groan that Sandy ran away with his pack and all his healing potions.The crisp morning air chilled him where he was wet and his blood turned icy. He pressed down his hands on the wound,his breathing slowing and the pain coming in fierce waves. Fenlyn wanted to sleep. He heard shouting and a fight break out nearby and jolted remembering where he was. He couldn’t stay-he-

There was a massive blast of fire at the top of the ravine and screams resounded from the skirmish. Fenlyn flinched, fearing mages, venatori maybe, something-

“Amatus!”     

Fenlyn jerked up at that voice. He’s never heard Dorian sound so terrified before and never been so relieved to see him. He cried out when he moved, seeing blood seeping through his fingers and trickling over them. His hands were painted red. Fenlyn fell roughly back against the stones again as the pain reignited. Dorian sprinted down the hill, his robes stained with blood. He skidded to his knees next to Fenlyn’s weary form.

“Vishante Kaffas! Fasta vass!” Dorian swore applying pressure to the wound on top of Fenlyn’s reddened fingers. “What were you thinking? Going off on your own. You bloody fool, look at the state of you-”

Fenlyn let out a wavering chuckle.

“Must you scold me….?” Fenlyn hissed in pain and Dorian hushed him gently. He smoothed a handkerchief over Fenlyn’s face, wiping the sweat, grime, and blood off him.

“Be quiet, you’re in no condition to speak. Why must you torture me so? Sandy comes running back to camp in a panic with no rider and a bloodstain on her, what was I supposed to think? You’re lucky you’re just getting a scolding.”

“I’m glad….that...Sandy is safe…” Fenlyn struggled to get his words out and Dorian cupped his face.

“You and that ridiculous mare. It’s almost like she came to warn us.” Dorian smiled fondly and Fenlyn responded with a woozy half lidded grin.

Dorian hurriedly grabbed an elfroot potion from his purse, unstoppering it. His hands were trembling as he eased Fenlyn’s head up. Fenlyn drank obediently, feeling the burn of the potion as it staunched his bleeding rapidly. New skin stretched over the hole in his side and his forehead wound looked two days old instead of fresh. The bites on his fingers healed completely. The Iron Bull and Vivienne ran over the ravine looking winded and panicked. When they saw Dorian tentatively help Fenlyn to his feet they both sagged in obvious relief. Vivienne suddenly looked mutinous and Iron Bull gave him a lopsided grin.

“You all right, boss?”   

“Yes….Just...might need to see some healers before we get to work.”

“Hmph...Three bandits nearly got the better of you, darling? I’ve seen you fight better than that. We had to fight through the rest of them to get to you.”

“In my defense, I fought them with an arrow in my side. And I pulled it out to kill the last one with it.”

“Ha! Pretty badass!” Iron Bull barked out a laugh throwing his axe over his shoulder as Fenlyn beamed.

“Don’t encourage him, Bull…” Dorian snapped supporting Fenlyn at the waist as they stepped gingerly away from the carnage.

“Would you at least try to not get yourself killed next time, Fenlyn, dear? It would be such a waste.”

“And quite literally, the end of the world.” Dorian said, regarding him sternly. Fenlyn pouted at Dorian playfully nodding his head solemnly and Dorian sighed, trying to hold back the smile twitching at his lips.

“Good thing I have such heroic companions then.” Fenlyn grinned at Dorian, kissing him on the cheek.

Dorian smiled in spite of himself.