#childish imbeciles

[honeyed-disgraceful]

Rounds at a punching bag with the image of immature adults I know in mind, therapy.

[flamingpen18]

Maybe if your daughter got up off her ass and helped out more especially in the past while instead of sitting around writing pedo fic about harry potter and Voldemort then you'd have got everything moved on instead of leaving till last second

She has no excuses

Dave is working his ass off providing for you all , for his faults and you begrudge him the slightest thing. If he left you'd all know about it - wouldn't know Ur ass from your elbow but u keep whining about him while being happy to take his money and see him slave for u. Yeah he's fucked up but fr he is a man under pressure he is gonna fuck up and do crazy shit that man is heading for nervous breakdown

Why doesn't your older daughter go to work instead of sitting on her big ass writing shit and playing video games 24/7. Why don't you apply for disability and keep trying cos I know it's hard. Bethy when she is bigger is gonna be hit with picking up the slack if I drive Dave off so u need to start looking for work too or disability so money is coming on

U wannabe a trad wife ok that's fine but when Ur man is cracking up etc you can't stay at home cleaning house etc id love for you to be safe and so do all that housewife stuff but you're in a crisis so you gotta toughen up and get working or more importantly your daughter has to

Ok, Coward, let's me take the trash out. @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon doesn't write pedo fics. You are either virginal and can't find anyone willing to touch you or you are jealous that you lack the talent to write. Frankly, I think it's both. Who would want to deal with such a vile piece of work like you?

Let's get something straight, you illiterate jackass. Dave is not my man. We have a child together. That's it.

Dave pays rent. I pay everything else. Oh, would you look at that. I PAY EVERYTHING ELSE. Do the math, dimwit. I don't take a damn dime from him. He does take money from me. Based on how you are trying to make it sound like you know Dave, it makes me wonder is you are the sleezeball that has been illegally blackmailing him.

And I don't know where you think you can come on Tumblr of all places and attack me and my family. You don't know jack shit about us. What you have read on Tumblr is just a drop in the bucket, you worthless piece of filth.

You send me this message trying to talk a big game but you hide behind the cloak of anonymity. You're too chicken shit to put a name to your comment. You're a nothing but a sorry ass joke that no one will ever take seriously.

Grow up, wonder skank.

BTW: Dave and I were never married. I detest marriage. I also detest cowards like you. So go pound sand.

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon have at the bitch. I would love to see you tear this coward to shreds.

@mister-tom-a-dildo-lover

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 2

Part 1

Damian glared at the envelope. He and Father were in the process of analysing the letter for any signs of toxins, explosives or other traps. Obviously he wasn’t fool enough to open a missive from a questionable source without taking precautions. So far, all their scans had come up empty. Literally. The letter was defying all their attempts at chemical or spectroscopic testing, x-ray and magnetic resonance scans were inconclusive, it defied all properties of ordinary matter. It was frustrating. It was vexing. He was blaming magic.

For all intents and purposes, the letter looked like ordinary paper, with an ordinary wax seal, bearing the initials CW. The looping handwriting addressing it to Damian was precise and neat. Swiping the surface of the letter for chemical traces yielded no results. When Damian had tried to cut off a corner of the paper for analysis it had resisted all attempts, including a laser and a diamond headed cutting tool. Damian’s only satisfaction was that when Father had grunted and taken over the task from Damian, he had no more success than his son. As if Damian didn’t know how to perform the standard array of tests!

It certainly didn’t help that his siblings wouldn’t stop their incessant chattering!

“I’m just saying, ghosts wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we’ve encountered, Red. I’m not sure it would even make my personal Top 5.”

It seemed gossip among heroes travelled faster than the speed of light.

“Really, Nightwing? Ghosts? It’s far more likely to be a meta with something to hide. Or a few screws loose.” Damian could practically hear the eyeroll in Drake’s voice “And since when do ghosts act as glorified mailmen?”

“I don’t know Red, since when do aliens pretend to be Kansas farmboys? C’mon, we deal with magic users all the time!”

“And lets not forget people coming back from the dead” Red Hood interjected over the open comm line.

“Magic is just science we don’t understand yet. Any sufficiently analysed magic becomes indistinguishable from science!”

“B, a little help here?”

“Hn” Father straightened up from his position at the lab table “Oracle, any progress on clearing up the footage from Robin’s mask?”

Grayson threw up his hands with a frustrated huff while Drake smirked.

“The program is almost finished rendering. Whatever scrambler they used did a real number on the video quality. I’m surprised the audio is as clear as it is.” Oracle replied.

“Hn. And the isotope tracer on the money?”

“Sorry B, no hits on the local sensors. Wherever the guy went it’s either outside Gotham or shielded somehow.” she said, mildly frustrated.

“Maybe it’s ghost magiiiiic” Drake sing-songed. Grayson lightly cuffed the back of his head, to which the former Robin responded with a firm shove. Their interaction quickly devolved into a childish tussle.

Damian gave an annoyed huff. “Don’t you two imbeciles have anything better to do?”

“Aww, we’re just here to look out for our baby brother!” Nightwing teased.

“Yeah, we gotta make sure your ghost encounter didn’t leave any lasting psychological damage!” Red Robin added.

Before Damian could retaliate for their needling, Oracle chimed in. “Uh, guys? You’re going to want to see this. Most of the footage was corrupted beyond repair, but I was able to pull some partial stills and, well…” she threw a handful of pictures up on the screen. There was artifacting marring them, but parts of the stranger were visible in each of them. Oracle magnified one that had a pretty good view of his face.

“Holy shit” Drake whispered.

Damian frowned. “What?”

“Dami, he looks like you. Just… older.” Grayson said softly.

“What are you talking about?” Damian snapped.

“Disregard the pale colouring for a second. The nose, the chin… he looks like you if you had a growth spurt,” Drake wrinkled his nose “and went through puberty.”

The commlines erupted into chaos. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Spoiler exclaimed “are you telling me there’s an older version of Robin running around Gotham?!”

“Copy?” Batgirl inquired.

“Don’t tell me Talia cooked up Demon Brat 2.0!”

“Given that he looks older it’s more likely version 0.1 if anything,” Drake snarked, “though there’s the possibility of artificially accelerated growth rates…”

Damian had had enough. “Tt. You are ignoring the obvious - if this is some kind of supernatural entity it likely copied aspects of my appearance in an attempt to engender feelings of familiarity.” he said haughtily, pushing down the uncomfortable churning in his stomach. There was no way Mother would replace him with a cheap copy. She couldn’t! “Besides, the creature has obvious powers and neither of my bloodlines has any trace of the meta gene.”

“That’s ignoring the ghostly elephant in the room.” Grayson chimed in, “Maybe it’s a dead ancestor?”

Drake gave their older brother an annoyed look “Even a time travelling descendant from the future is more likely than that. And delivering a ‘prophecy’ to boot?”

Oracle pulled up an aged up picture of Damian next to the stranger’s, highlighting several reference points. “On closer inspection, there’s a couple of discrepancies. The cheekbones for one - Robin definitely takes after his mother, while our mystery meta looks more like… well… Robin’s grandmother on the paternal side.” she finished hesitantly. “B?”

They turned to look at Batman, who had remained silent during the whole exchange. If they hadn’t known him so well they would have thought him unaffected, but the tightening around his mouth betrayed his agitation.

“There’s no use in pointless speculation until we have more data to work from,” he growled, “Oracle, look for any reports of a meta matching the target. Since our regular methods have failed to yield results, I will contact the JLD about running tests on the letter.” He turned to Drake, “Red Robin, see what you can find on recent League activities. If this is another scheme by Ra’s or Talia we need to know about it.”

“The last thing we need is more demon spawn running around!” Red Hood groaned over the comms.

Damian was furious. This was absurd! To even indulge the possibility that that creature was in any way related to him was making him feel like he had swallowed battery acid. He was the Demon’s Heir! He was not replaceable! There was only one thing to do.

“Robin? Stop!”

He ignored his Father’s shout. He stomped over to the lab table, snatched up the envelope and broke the seal.

Nothing happened.

He unfolded the paper and saw the same handwriting that had been on the outside.

Brother of blood, brother of soul

Never buried but already mourned

In lightning and ice the scorned child returned

To strike down the Demon’s Head

With all that Death earned

Damian’s hand shook. He reread the lines over and over again, refusing to comprehend. He could feel his Father standing behind him, scrutinising the letter as well.

“Son…”

Suddenly, the paper burst into green flames, going up into smoke that dissipated unnaturally quickly.

Silence reigned for a few moments. Then…

“Well that was needlessly melodramatic” Nightwing remarked.

Part 3

[hijinxinprogress]

I need Billy thinking he’s so great at hiding things (and he is) no one knows he’s like fucking eight but they are pretty sure he hates like half the league

Like I need Billy getting along with everyone but he’s kinda stiff around flash and Batman but it’s get worse after most of them have revealed their secret ids and the jls so confused

Billy 100% thought Batman had all these fucking gadgets bc he was like some high up government official and then he found out no Batman’s just some rich guy and he’s like god no why is that worse

Batman just doesn’t care (he does 💀 he’s so fucking offended esp bc Marvel used to call him Mr. Batman sir but also bc he thought it’d be easier to get marvels secret id and weaknesses) as long as it doesn’t affect missions but Flash is kinda concerned bc ‘I’m pretty nice to him…does he think I don’t like him?? Did I offend him?? Do speedsters like set off the magic balance or whatever??’ 

They decide to pair up flash, Batman, and Captain Marvel to make sure their issues won’t affect team cohesion so after they’re done rescuing these kids that got involved in some supervillains masterplan Batman and flash are doing the usual spiel of ‘the laws exist for a reason,’ ‘you can trust the police’ and ‘there’s no good reason to turn to crime’

These kids want nothing to do with that shit and they’re trying to edge away while making excuses ‘thank you sm!! But no this is so safe, I know this area so well! We can get home ourselves!’ as soon as Batman starts asking about their parents so captain marvel just grabs Batman and flash and starts flying in the opposite direction ‘do you see that?? No guys seriously look at this cool thing!!’ and Batman’s growling about ‘childish to a degree that’s entirely unprofessional’ and ‘needlessly endangering civilians, civilian children at that-!’ and flash is trying to mediate but batman is shoving documents in his face ‘They were runaways, they don’t have anywhere to go and now they’re on a hitlist’ the ‘you fucking imbecile’ goes unsaid but they all hear it so marvel takes them back to villains lair and grabs a henchman at random and goes ‘This guys a cop…you can check that with your fancy equipment, right??’ and batman checks solely to prove him wrong but that guy is a cop and so are about 60% of the henchmen they took out then marvel goes ‘So they wouldn’t have been safe even if you took them to a hospital or child services’

Before the id reveals there’s a mission where the police are involved and flash mentions something about police protocol and marvel is so concerned bc ‘you’re still undercover? How long have you been under cover dude??’ and flash is confused bc ‘you know I’m not undercover right?? That is my actual real life day job’ and no one believes him when he says marvel shot him the most disgusted look you can imagine and edged away from him 

Batman tries to hold a meeting to address how marvel deals with the police and it goes no where bc marvel is fucking menace and goes ‘don’t you do that too?? And technically I’m also a vigilante sooo’ and batman is scrambling to get the jls attention back like ‘marvel hits cops 62% percent harder than other criminals and is 43% less friendly when interacting with the police in any capacity’ but they don’t care bc they want to know why marvel considers himself a vigilante 

They start letting Marvel be the one to approach children and notice that he’s advising them on how to make food last longer and maintain good hygiene while taking care of themselves and a jl members like hey wtf?? and Marvel says some bullshit about how ‘he’s lived many lives and not all of them were charmed’ and it gets back to cyborg who starts a rumor that he was dracula bc he can’t believe marvel had the balls to look WW in the eyes and lie to her fucking face

[neckromantics]

Love Bites.

Astarion Ancunín-

He could just eat. you. right. up.

SFW. (Mostly)

(Go reblog this gif bc i said please and we like to support creators ily)

Okay, it's not a revolutionary idea or anything, but Astarion is SUCH a biter.

Like, yeah, duh, it kind of comes with the territory of him being a vampire and everything, BUT he's also just.... like that.

Once he begins to grow more comfortable with you and with showing affection in his own ways, it becomes pretty apparent. Secretly, you wonder to yourself if it was something he did before his turning as well, because it's such a common occurrence. You're convinced you could locate the cure for vampirism tomorrow and you'd still find yourself sporting teeth marks all the same.

The first time it happens, you're on a rant.

You’d been out all day on your own, doing some trading around the nearest town while the rest of the gang took a (very rare) day of rest. They could hear your frustrated stomping long before they could see you, but you didn’t even spare them a glance- just flung your dirty boots off to the side before you flung yourself into your vampiric lover's tent with reckless abandon.

He’s busy repairing a seam on one of his shirts-- a couple of pins held between his pursed lips as he focuses on getting the stitches just right-- when you fall down cross-legged onto one of the cushions nearest him, not giving so much as a hello before you start to go on and on about what absolute bullshit your day had been.

Imagine yourself, mad as shit, steam practically coming out of your ears as you recall the way some imbecile in Rivington shorted you a large portion of gold, which resulted in you becoming so distracted that some other imbecile swooped in and stole your backpack of priceless scrolls right off your person. The lengths of which you had to go to get it all back were absolutely ridiculous. Mind numbing, even.

(The next time something like this happens to you when you're alone, magic-user or not, you are going to use the last of your brain cells to summon the power of the weave, and you're going to use it to blow yourself up. Gale-style.)

You’re about to swear that you’re never leaving camp without him again when you finally glance his way, and you aren't expecting to catch him looking right at you.

Carmine eyes examine you with such fondness– such adoration– that you almost forget what you’re angry about when they meet your own. It knocks the wind from your lungs. Shuts you up, that’s for sure.

It’s only then that you realize you haven’t even said hello to him. Gods, you didn’t even ask if you could come in. You just inserted yourself into his space like it was your own and made a fool of yourself.

Oddly enough, he doesn't seem to mind.

At some point in your story-telling, he’d finished his little project and settled in to listen, clearly amused at just how angry you are as you gesture about with bloodied hands, childish insults flying past your lips with such earnestness that he has to bite back a laugh. You truly are so adorable when you’re angry, so much so that he doesn’t know what to do with himself other than…. well.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as he leans in close, and before you can question him he’s digging his teeth into your clothed shoulder with such force that you’re amazed he doesn’t break the skin.

Something about the way his nose scrunches up when he does it makes your heart do disgusting, lovesick cartwheels in your chest.

The next time you're doing laundry, you find the two, twin sized holes that his fangs left behind in your tunic, and it makes you smile like an idiot for the next hour.

You get used to being on the receiving end of his affectionate bites pretty quickly. It's honestly become one of your (many) favorite things about him.

He doesn't really do it in front of other people, which is understandable. But, he does click his teeth at you when you're being especially, delectably sweet to him. Just a click click of bared fangs as a warning so you know to stop being so damn nice to him all of the time.

As if.

How you reach up to swipe away some blood from his face when no one is looking, and he pulls one of the tips of your fingers into his mouth for a little appreciative nibble.

The way he smirks at you when you pull your hand away with a small huff of a laugh, your own face a little warmer beneath the pad of his thumb as he returns the favor.

When you're alone in his tent late at night, and he tells a joke that has you laughing so hard your face hurts. He'll press his teeth to the apple of your cheek, flushed and rounded by how hard you're grinning.

He could just eat. you. right. up.

The abuse your bottom lip receives when you’re sharing a particularly passionate kiss. How the point of a fang sometimes nicks the plush skin if he’s not careful enough. The happy little noise he makes when the taste of your blood hits his tongue leaves you far too breathless to even consider complaining.

Sometimes, it's just how he greets you.

You'll literally be sitting down, doing absolutely nothing but minding your own business, and he'll come over and chomp down on whatever part of you he can reach like he's kissing you hello.

Likes hearing the way your heart-rate picks up whenever he comes up from behind while you’re especially distracted. He gets you by the waist, pulls you off balance to get a better angle and bites down on your neck in the most theatric, Dracula-esque fashion.

Complete with a rabid growl that tickles your skin and has you shaking with laughter.

He's learned not to startle you too much, though. After all, given everything that's happened, you're more of a "stab first, wonder who it is later" type of person, and he'd rather not get shivved with whatever sharp object is nearest you at the time.

He soothes whatever small pain he might have caused in his dramatics with a soft kiss. A dozen or so more, wet and wanting, trailing from beneath your ear to the place where your pulse pounds away for him. That lovely pulse of yours, growing ever faster with each lingering press of his mouth.

And if you shiver and oh-so casually bring up how you'll let him feed from you tonight if he'd like? That's your own business.

[strawbeerossi]

Competition

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: You’re the new genius on campus. Spencer doesn’t like that one bit. Whenever there is a poker competition for charity held by the FBI, it only makes sense that you are both coming for each other’s necks.

Content/Warnings: Snarky!Spencer and snarky!reader, gambling, two characters are just alike so they hate each other trope, sex in a bathroom, finger sucking, unprotected sex, creampie.

I have no knowledge on poker. Sorry 😭

Word Count: 2.3K

Anon Request: You don’t have to do this but it’s my birthday on sunday (5th Nov) and i was wondering if you could do a Spencer one-shot. Maybe a little enemies to lovers sitch. smutty ofc 😉😉😉😉

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Happy birthday Anon 😘🎂

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Spencer wasn’t a jealous guy by any means, nor was he the type to be so self absorbed that he could care about someone’s opinion of him changing. As cocky as it sounded, he knew that he was going to always be the person on the team with the most knowledge on any given subject. That was until you joined the team.

You rivalled him in the academic department, having an IQ of 187. You didn’t have the eidetic memory though, so Spencer liked to think he could one up you in that department. You might have been good with any form of maths or science, however you didn’t hold a candle to the amount of vast knowledge that he carried in his memory alone.

Your first day on the team determined your relationship, you getting angry at the way he would so quickly talk over you when a question was being asked. You came into this job excited, wanting to spend time with the whole group that seemed so close knit from an outside perspective. Instead, you were met with an immature imbecile who really thought you’d allow him to speak over you.

As weeks turned into months, things didn’t seem to change. You wouldn’t dare admit it but it did upset you just a tiny bit that he never actually gave you a chance. Ever since you spouted off your first contribution to a briefing, it was like he had to upstage you. Instead of discussing things like mature adults however, you both gave each other the most childish treatment. In your mind, he deserved it. He foolishly believed he was better than you for what reason? Was it because he was threatened that a woman came in to take over his genius position? Was he jealous of all the attention the team paid you without an eye roll, the opposite of what they did for him? You’d never know.

Whenever there was a poker competition that was brought up by the director of the FBI, it was a silly idea to want to gamble all night. Even for charity, you would rather just donate to the cause and go home to read a good book and have a tall glass of red wine. “Are you going to participate in the big game?” You had asked as you leaned against the counter in the kitchenette, a cup of coffee in your hand as you were talking with Penelope, Derek and Emily. “I might go just to support the charity. Nobody is gonna win whenever Reid is there. That guy is..” Penelope whistled while sipping from her own mug. “What do you mean? Him?” Derek was chuckling at your disbelief. “Poker is just a big math equation to him. He grew up in Vegas and can count cards. Nobody stands a chance against him. Not even you, mama.”

The words had you frowning. “I think I could kick his ass with no problem.” Emily was scoffing at your confidence. “Sure you will. I’m telling you, this isn’t something you wanna get into with him. Especially when betting is involved. He’s gonna get you, every single time.” You weren’t buying that. There was no way that these abilities couldn’t be outsmarted. Spencer wasn’t as smart as he thought he was. You were going to prove that.

When the day finally came along, you were paying for your ticket at the door before heading inside the large venue the FBI director had rented out, mainly to make sure that it was possible to fit all the agents and other people who purchased tickets for the poker tournament. You’d worn a black dress for the event, wanting to use your prized assets (wink) to take care of the men who were easy to distract. You’d made it to one of the many tables set up and placed your clutch beside you on the table, the chips you’d already purchased being stacked up in front of you while you waited for the table to fill.

Spencer had seen you the minute he came in and he knew where he needed to be for the night. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t completely hate your guts. He always thought he would’ve liked you, however with you puffing out your chest and trying to take over his position on the team, he wouldn’t just lay down and take it. He fought back, anyone would. “Good evening.” He greeted you, making your eyes roll at his formality. “Hello, Reid.” You spoke in a monotone voice while resting your chin against the palm of your hand. You were just happy he willingly signed himself up for defeat whenever he sat beside you. This was a war that you intended to win.

Derek and Emily were funnily enough the two that day at the same table in order to get your game kicked off. As the cards were being dealt, you were confident. A flush. That’s not so bad. Luck was on your side, all you had to do was have a good poker face. As your eyes darted around the table, you were only raising an eyebrow once you made it to Spencer. He was staring at you so hard that you felt like he could see right through you. He was trying to read you. Another reason to keep a straight face as you return the questioning stares. “I’ll raise 20.” Spencer spoke, words slow and calculated as he tossed his chips in the middle of the table. “I’m folding.” Emily huffed, cards being put down on the table as she brought a hand to rub her face from frustration. “I’m calling.” You hummed while glancing over at Derek, who’d done the same.

With a straight from Derek, a flush from you, and a fucking royal flush from Spencer, you could feel your eye twitching. There was no way. He looked as cocky as ever, a smirk on his face as he was leaning over to get the chips. “Shall we go for another game?” He asked, making Emily nudge your side. “I told you.” She hissed. Maybe she was right. No! No, she’s not. You’re gonna do this even if it’s the last thing you do.

As the games continued, the tension between you and Spencer had grown much stronger from just how competitive you were being with one another. He was single handedly leaving you with nothing every play so far, causing you to run low on chips.

It was the last game whenever you had enough, pushing every chip in the middle of the table. “Fuck you, I’m all in.” You frowned, Derek and Emily pushing their own chips in just to end this whole thing sooner rather than later. “All in? That’s so foolish.” Spencer scoffed, however it didn’t stop him from adding his massive collection of poker chips to the pot. “I think you should’ve learned by now that I’m going to take this home.” He said, his tone cocky as he was looking over the new cards that were being passed around the table.

“I just wanna get another drink.” Emily muttered her own commentary to Derek, who nodded in agreement. “I know exactly what you mean.” He grumbled in return. This game had lost the fun nature of it whenever you and Spencer were too focused on one-upping one another.

You had the last laugh though, the look on Spencer’s face the moment that he realized you had a straight flush when he only had one pair was something you wanted photographed and framed. “Well. I don’t mean to brag Dr. Reid, but I just beat the best card counter in Vegas!” You smirked, leaning over the table to use your arms to scoop the chips close. Now, the way you leaned over the table gave a nice, tasteful view of your breasts threatening to spill over the neckline of your dress. “And that’s the game. Sorry.” You hummed, watching the way Spencer stared at you, a fire behind his eyes as he glared at you. “You got lucky! That’s all. You really think you can beat me when I’m not at my best?”

“That’s all the time, Spencer. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have chips to redeem.” You smirk, stacking them on the little tray before heading off. Which after you’d redeemed your winnings, you were walking off to the bathrooms. Spencer was still bitter, last you seen of him was him storming off to go god knows where. Whenever you had finished doing your business and you were washing your hands, your eyes were glancing up when the door was being pushed open. Whenever you saw the same agent who was still looking at you like he wanted to ring your throat, you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “This is the woman’s bathroom, Reid. What are you? A pervert?” You asked, staring over at him with amusement.

Although amusement turned to confusion when he was turning the lock on the door. “You know. I’m tired of your problem with me. You really think you’re better than me?” Spencer asked, walking closer. “Is that really a question?” You asked. Every ounce of cockiness was gone though whenever he had you trapped against the counter of the bathroom. “You really do. I think you need to be humbled. Nobody likes a cocky brat.” He huffed, making you scoff. “What are you gonna do? Huh? Gonna lecture me with your useless and boring facts like you always do? If anyone needs to be humbled, it’s you.” You seethed.

What Spencer did next caught you by surprise. The feeling of your teeth clashing together was felt immediately after as he was slamming his lips into yours. It wasn’t a soft ‘ease your way in’ kind of kiss. No. This was an angry ‘you need to learn a lesson’ kiss. You were dumbfounded. It didn’t stop you from returning the kiss that was dripping with rage and desire, your arms around his shoulders as your body leaned into his frame. “Always thing you’re better than me.” He murmured against your lips, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he was gently lifting you up to sit you on the counter. His lips were pulling from yours as he was sliding his hands up the black dress you wore tonight, his hands finding their way to your panties. Instead of taking them off though, your eyes were widening when you heard the sound of fabric tearing. “What the fuck?!” The words were in a high pitched squeak, Spencer shrugging as he was getting the ruined underwear. “You don’t need them. You like the attention anyway. I’m sure you’d like to bend over a table and show the whole place your pussy anyway.” He murmured, hand already working on his belt.

You shouldn’t have been as wet as you were. This was Spencer. Annoying, rambling, stupidly smart Spencer. The same guy who talked over you, who treated you like you weren’t a valued team member. Yet here you were, sitting on a bathroom counter at a convention center while the same man you despised was pulling his hard cock out of his slacks. “Who knows, maybe this will calm you down. In fact, I think it’ll get all that pent up anger and frustration out, I’m sure.” His tone was condescending, much different than you’d expect from the sweet Spencer Reid persona that he carried.

“Shut the fuck up.” You spat, making the male shake his head. “See? Brat.” He murmured, now pushing your thighs apart while guiding the leaking tip of his shaft to your entrance. “Let’s teach you a lesson.” One of your hands was gripping onto his shoulder, the other clutching the marble countertop as you let your head lean against the mirror in the bathroom the minute his cock was sinking inside of you. “F-fuck.”

“Who knew that this would shut you up?” He asked with a smirk, his eyebrow raising. “Maybe I should’ve done this sooner. Think you secretly love the idea of me fucking you like this. Bet it’s all you’ve ever dreamed of.” He continued to taunt, rendering you speechless for the first time ever. As he fucked into your pussy, his hand was ultimately covering your mouth from your loud moans. “As much as I’d love for everyone to know that I’m doing this, I don’t think we need to alert the whole building.” He mumbled through clenched teeth, ultimately shoving two fingers in your mouth in order to muffle everything without having to completely cover half of your face.

“I’m gonna cum soon.” He warned, knowing that just by the feeling of your inner walls spasming and clenching tight around him, you weren’t far behind. “Fuck. What if I fill you up with my cum? Get you pregnant? Then I could have the satisfaction of knowing that you’re never gonna get rid of me. Gonna have my child inside of you, keeping a piece of me right there with you.” His words had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let your legs tighten around his waist from his sloppy thrusts. With a rush of white making your body run hot, you were clutching his shoulder as you’d reached your orgasm, the creamy arousal coating his cock as he was giving a few more thrusts before the gush of hot cum was painting your insides.

You were both flushed, beads of sweat on your skin as you stared at one another. Spencer was gently pulling his fingers from your mouth while brushing his hair back with one hand. “Can you stop trying to compete with me now?! I’m so tired of this.” He grumbled, making you scoff weakly as you were closing your eyes to help come down from your post orgasmic high.

“Not if you’re gonna fuck me like that every time I do it. I think we should go play another game.”

[luveline]

Hi Jadey!!! I was wondering if I could request Miguel and our spider girl saying I love you for the first time❤️

of course!! hope this is ok<3

You've asked Miguel if you can sit in his lap a hundred times when he's at the workbench, and every time he's said no. 

You decide you won't ask. 

Not bothering with hello, you wrap your arms around him from behind, tucking your face into the warm crook of his neck. He actually lets you, better, he covers your wrists with a hand where they cross on his chest. 

Encouraged, you ease around his chair to the side. Using his shoulder for solid leverage, you climb into his lap, his wide thighs like sturdy logs under your weight. 

Before he can say, Hey, do me a favour? Get the fuck off me, or even just lift you up and deposit you into your own chair, you nuzzle into his chest and stay there, uncharacteristically quiet. The hair at the back of his head tickles your fingers as you hug him loosely. 

"Is everything okay?" he asks. 

"Worried about me?" you tease. 

"Where do I start?" 

You laugh into his collar breathlessly. He's always been funny, even if he's a bitch about it. He's pedantic and childish at times. A chronic overreacter, but usually right, Miguel sets a new precedent on how stubborn human beings can be. And you love him. 

You're spoiled when he puts down his things and hugs you back. His embrace is relaxed for once, a docile quiet lingering between you as he starts to rub your back. It feels shamefully nice. You slouch into him like jello, totally boneless and uncaring about how you might appear to anyone else, eyes closed and face flat to his chest. 

You breathe in his smell. 

"I wanted to tell you something." 

He actually laughs like a normal person, without sarcastic derision, his sincerity like a kiss as he asks, "What sort of something?" 

"Something stupid, probably. I want to tell you, but I'm thinking it might gross you out."

You can practically hear his startled blink. "Really?"  

You hum. Miguel's hand slides down the side of you that isn't pressed against his ribs to your thighs where you've thrown them over his. 

"I'm sure it's not that gross," he mumbles, like he can't quite hide his own doubt. 

There, right there, you hear a hint of Miguel before. You can't know that, obviously, but his voice lacks even a hint of bitterness, the insecurity of a normal guy being presented with the unseen. It's sweet. He's reassuring you, though he probably thinks you're about to tell him you have a less than attractive ailment. 

You've tricked him in a way. Maybe he'll react better to your real confession now. 

"I love you, Miguel." Your hand toying with the soft neck of an old t-shirt, you murmur, "I know you know. I've been sweet on you since the first day I met you, everyone knows that, but I love you. You don't have to love me back or anything, but I wanted to say it."

"I do love you," Miguel says. He doesn't miss a beat. 

You breathe in huge and hard and he must feel it. He's charitable enough to ignore it. 

"Wait," he says, "was that the gross thing, or was that padding to make the gross thing less gross? Ay, coño, did you get fleas from Sandwich?"

"Peter's dog, Sandwich?" you ask. 

"I told that imbecile to stop bringing his dog to work." 

"I don't have fleas," you say, sitting back to give him a super judgemental look. "You love me and you think I have fleas?" 

"I'm kidding," he says, smiling at you, lips parted so you can see his teeth. He takes your face into his hand roughly but not without love, smoothing it over your ear. "I don't think you have fleas."

"You're ruining a nice moment. We were having a really nice heart to heart type moment and you ruined it with a joke about fleas. How could you?" 

"How could I?" he asks, voice softening to a murmur as he ducks in. "I don't know. Is it really ruined?" 

"What do you think?" you ask, lips an inch from his, your noses touching. 

He kisses you. It's almost like a bite. Quick and firm and pulling you forward as he retreats. "I think we'll recover." 

You laugh and tip your head back to allow him better access, your heart like a hummingbird in your chest. Miguel smiles into your lips, maybe the happiest smile he's ever given to you as he kisses you again.

[masterstr0ke]

Hihi, i wanted to make a request (if it’s open) Your last aventurine and welt pieces were beautiful 🩷

Dr ratio hasn’t gotten the time to spend time with you lately and he works hard, but you are his supportive spouse so you bring him snacks and remind him to take breaks in between and kiss the cheek of his alabaster head as a treat (he has it on) before you do your own work. Now all he can think about is you for the rest of the day (perhaps he would have preferred it on his skin too)

If you don’t write for him that’s fine ^^

No need to rush, tyt! ☁️

YOU KNOW I’M SUCH A FOOL FOR YOU.

HUSBAND!RATIO x GN!READER

WARNINGS: annoyed Ratio, jealousy over an inanimate object (?), drowning in work. 2nd person POV (you/yours/yourself)

WORD COUNT: 494

AUTHOR NOTE: i know what you are👀

The day was slow at the Intelligentsia Guild, especially for the infamous Dr. Ratio.

Since the day began, all he has been doing is deal with insufferable morons with a worn-out shoe for a brain! Such imbeciles, Ratio believes time is precious, but unfortunately his students are dumb enough to waste it, even dumber to waste his time by asking how old he is or if he’s single or not.

Those fools don’t have to know that at-work Dr. Ratio is different than at-home Veritas, and can’t they figure out the question themselves by paying the slightest bit of attention to the silver band on his left hand’s ring finger? His attitude should’ve intimidated them enough for their minds to not go beyond the assumption that all he does at home is shower, eat work and sleep.. right? At least, that’s what he thinks.

However, he hasn’t been paying enough attention to the beautiful person sharing the other ring with him; the one he said his vows to. All he does when he goes back home is shower, eat, work and sleep. That’s it. He doesn’t even have time to glance your way, and that angers him.

He put on his alabastor head; His expression was too sour to welcome anyone who dares enter his office besides higher-ups. And just as he was about to start working in peace, a knock erupted at his office’s door, great. Ratio grumbled quietly. “Come in.” He spoke in an authoritative tone, expecting this to be a higher-up or an idiot student.

You open the door, a box in your hand, and a wide smile that rivals the sun in its shiny glory. “Veritas!” You call out as a greeting, before rushing to his desk. “I know you’re busy, so I’ll make this quick. You forgot your lunch at my office,” Oh, so that’s where his lunch went. You also worked at the Intelligentsia Guild, also being a teacher of high regard. Opposites attract, they say. All of your students love you, and you’re friends with everyone; An obvious contrast from your husband. You place the lunchbox on his desk with your left hand, the band on your ring finger glistening in the sunlight, the source being the window behind Veritas’ chair.

You then lean in and kiss the cheek of the alabastor head, then the lips. It wasn’t enough, since the head lacked the warmth of skin, but you were content. You give him a smile before you head out the door, just like that.

Ratio slowly took off the alabastor head, looking at it in disgust as if it owes him something. It does, it took away his lover’s kisses. As childish as it sounds, he’s been craving a kiss for a while. He supposes he has to wait until he goes back home, maybe he’ll get all the kisses he wants. In exchange of his work being put aside, even for a little while.

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Rise Characterizations Pt. 8!!!!!!!!

This has literally been sitting in my drafts for so long I forgot it existed. Sorry to all the Baron Draxum fans (and Draxum himself, bbgirl deserves better). If you're new to my line of notes here's the beginning where I started with Raph. Alright part 8, Baron Draxum, here we go.

Language Habits:

Speaks in long and drawn out sentences, if you're getting nervous about run-on sentences you're on the right track

Due to this, tends to give speeches or monologues

Dramatizes everything fairly eloquently, look for the most exaggerated form of a word. Classic villain speak: "imbeciles", "brethren", "eliminate"

Puts emphasis on those dramatic adjectives and verbs

Occasionally refers to himself in the third person, not as often as Raph

Tends to yell or raise his voice when frustrated or lost in passion

A common gag is trailing off in a casual tone about the severity of his experiments ie his "if it works right" about the ooze causing pain when mutating that poor fish guy

Personality:

Incredibly intelligent yet impatient. It isn't known to my knowledge who taught Draxum or if he taught himself, but his mastery of alchemy and fighting makes him a truly impressive opponent. However, he's always cutting corners to get to his goal. He wasn't willing to raise through the ranks of The Foot the traditional way, he created an army of mutants rather than seek yokai, and was unwilling to spend further time interpreting the prophecy of doom towards yokai-kind

Flair for the (over)dramatic. Draxum is almost your classic evil villain kind of guy. He'll pull out all musical stops, including flowing hair and clothes. On the other end he'll completely overreact and commit to things of little matter like his position as a lunch lady.

Unyielding in his stubbornness. Draxum is not easily swayed in his belief, and even as hard as Mikey tries he is not rid of his disdain for humans by the end of the series. Guy was also incredibly persistent in his research despite his lab blowing up twice. This also allows him to hold longer grudges, even resorting to childish pettiness if he feels annoyed enough.

Affinity for muscles and power. He was drawn to Lou Jitsu for many reasons, but a main one was definitely his muscles. All his guards are usually incredibly beefy, and he was immediately drawn to Raph as "beautiful" when he's reintroduced to his specimens. As for power, he's drawn to the dark armor and is lost in the ecstasy of being imbued with so much mystic energy.

Self-absorbed and egotistical. Draxum is kind of obsessed with his title and self-proclaimed responsibility for saving yokai-kind. He's not one to easily admit his mistakes and takes great pride in his work.

Willing to toe the line of morality. Huginn and Muninn have blatantly called him their evil boss, but Draxum does see his actions for the good of yokai-kind. I don't think he really cares if he's working with evil organizations (The Foot) or doing evil things if he saves the day.

Team builder. I think it's interesting how Draxum is drawn to building teams. He's drawn to working together, all he wants to do is unite yokai and his mutants into an efficient force. This does not mean he's very successful.

Miscellaneous:

Has minor telekinesis

Was a warrior before he was an alchemist

Does not have a good relationship with the Three Heads (apparent leaders of the Hidden City)

Controls seeds that can a) grow into vines, b) expand into robotic vine gauntlets, c) encase his gauntlets into meatier gauntlets that can shoot out waxy cocoons

Is referred to as a sheep-man from the brothers, but I suppose whatever animal you interpret him as is up to you

Has a great singing voice :) ( which is subjective I suppose)

Alright now that is finally posted just gonna let you know that this Isn't the last of my rise analysis posts!! I'm so sorry for the wait!! I got lost in so many schedule things. I'll try and pump a few more analysis posts out within these next few weeks (excluding June 16-22), but I've also been busy working on miscellaneous wips. Thank you for being so sweet to me on all the other notes posts, you guys are so awesome :)

[lavandulawrites]

°•. . .

Hello :3 ! , I absolutely love your writing! ❤️

If I may can I request a Yandere Dr Ratio x Reader who is more intelligent/smarter than him? :3 , thank you very much! :D

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Yandere Dr. Ratio With a Smarter Darling

Yandere Dr. Ratio x reader

Thank you!♡your compliments mean a lot!♡ this is quite short, but I still hope you enjoy. This heat is really unbearable:,(

Masterlist

Word count: 310

Your brilliance was beautiful. You accomplishments were great and many. You were kind, intelligent and beautiful. Ratio admired you, but at the same time detested you.

You were a member of the Genius Society, which was something he had long dreamed off. You were younger than him, but you still were smarter than him. He was jealous. As childish as it was, it was the ugly truth. However after having a proper conversation with you about pretty mundane things, his jealousy developed into heartfelt obsession.

He often sought you out on the space station. Sometimes for asking about your newest inventions and sometimes to complain about the many imbeciles he had to teach. Time after time he were absolutely taken aback by you beauty. You became a drug he were addicted to. He spent his nights reading your many memoirs and gathering as much information about you as possible.

When you reached you to him for him to be your new research partner, he was filled with joy. Finally he would be working with someone competent. You two quickly became good friends with lots of things in common. However Ratio were struggling with an internal conflict. He knew your intelligence exceeded many, but he couldn’t help but feel a urge to protect you. He wanted to have you by his side at all times and often came up with excuses to be with you. With your intellect you were awfully naive. Always thinking the best of others.

It takes a while before Veritas confesses his love for you. He is a mess, face flushed red and stammering words, completely unlike his usual rigid self. You tell him that you feel the same way and his obsession was doubled. It won’t take long before he gets on one knee and proposes to you.

Finally he would have you all to himself.

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

Obey Me Headcanons

Topic: Fights

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, Satan, Levi, Asmo, Belphie

Warnings: Angst, Lucifer being a little BITCH

Lucifer:

Getting into a fight with him hurts

He will point out every single way you need to improve yourself

And call you an imbecile while doing it

He’s just so pissed that he’s scolding you worse than Mammon

Call him a little bitch to throw him off

Start crying to make him feel bad >:D

Stonks!

Mammon:

He’s not the type to stay mad for long

Unless you’re like,,,legit making out with someone in front of him, he’s quick to apologize

But if you two happen to be in a really heated fight, he won’t necessarily be mad

Mammon acts more of a sad puppy dog

“Do you really think that?”

He gets very dejected its kinda heartbreaking

Pls apologize rn!!!

Levi:

Tsundere type of angry

“It’s not like I cared!”

He will deflect. 

It’s one of the worst types of defense mechanisms 

If you just leave him alone for a while

Eventually he will be so consumed with playing back the fight

That he will apologize

Feel free to flick him

Satan:

I dont wanna fight Satan

I feel like he’d slap me not that I would mind

Similar fighting style to Lucifer

He’s a little more cold and doesn’t really point out your faults

He just insults you

“Are you choosing to be this childish right now? Do you really want to fight over this?”

He’s stubborn and will totally drag out a fight

It can either end in you two awkwardly apologizing

Or not talking for weeks

Asmo:

I feel like getting in a fight with him wouldn’t be an actual fight

He’d just be super condescending

“Oh? So that’s how you feel. Cute.”

Will scoff at you (it doesn’t sound like a big deal but it is)

Gaslights

“Darling, I just don’t understand why you’re upset. I did nothing wrong.”

It will end in you storming off in tears telling Asmo that he’s a self centered ass

Only then will he slightly feel bad 

(i love him it makes it sound like I don’t)

Beel:

Beel has trouble comprehending other’s feelings

He truly tries, but sometimes it’s frustrating

And when he’s frustrated, he shuts others out

“Beel, you can’t just sit there and eat. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to.” 

It’s very aggravating when the you can’t get through to you

It’s the fact that he won’t even try to understand

Either sit down and talk it through, or have one of the brothers explain it 

Belphie:

Two things can happen

The first is he completely ignores you

Every time you say something he just yawns, nods his head 

Or he says “I’m sorry” without even meaning it

Eventually, he’ll get so tired he’ll just go to sleep

The second thing that happens is the worst

Full on screaming match

Belphie is so fucking pissed he will start throwing insults

And maybe actual physial objects (not at you though)

If you slap him out of it, he’ll start profusely apologizing

If one of the brothers (Lucifer) intervenes, he’ll storm out of the house and disappear for days before coming back to apologize

[twis-world]

The Remedy That Is You (Leona Version)

Mentions: Leona-Centric, Fluff, Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Pretty Used As A Gender Neutral Term

No matter how many a time the students of Nightraven College witnessed how their Housewarden did a complete 180 in your presence, it never ceased to amaze them.

It eventually got to the point where a majority of students began to question if you really were magickless. There was just no way your mere presence could bring out such light in their eyes, face softening and a smile so tender it was as if they were gazing upon one of the Seven.

Just how did you do it?

Leona

Everything was so grating.

Leona didn’t know what it was, truthfully. The moment he awoke feeling a little too warm with too painfully bright sun rays flooding into his room, he knew it would be a bad day. His usual favorite meat tasting off during breakfast, the usual bustle of his dorm aggravating his sensitive ears, the utter lack of energy he felt to even move. It was irritating.

The leech in his room made it no better.

“Leona!” Ruggie huffed for what felt like the hundredth time that day, expression one of pure and utter exasperation. The veins in hands were bulging from the other strength it was taking to continuously pull at the other’s vest, a poor attempt at trying to get Leona to budge if not just a little. “We already talked about this. I don’t care if you miss half the day, but you can’t miss today's test! Professor Crewel is going to skin you alive after all the weeks of prep!”

“Quit it” Leona growled, brows furrowing as he swiped at Ruggie’s hands, not bothering to open his eyes once. “You’re going to stretch out my clothes.”

“What? The crown prince can’t be bothered to get new ones?” Ruggie strained, ignoring the demand as he continued to pull. “You would make me go out and get them for you anyways…”

Realizing that his efforts were in vain, the hyena released the fabric with a loud sigh before turning to the open doorway. “Where are our reinforcements?!”

Leona didn’t bother to listen to whatever response was shouted in return, shifting to a new position now that the offending hands were off of him. He shoved his face into his pillow, flopping from his side onto his stomach. The cool fabric felt nice on his face compared to the natural warmth of the dorm, a soothing balm to the stress of the bothersome day.

Well, it was nice until he sensed another presence entering his room just a minute later. His tail flicked in noticeable irritation, anger beginning to brew within his gut. What wasn’t getting through these imbeciles' heads? Was he actually going to have to knock some sense into them all? The idea didn’t sound too bad, especially if he could get his irritation out in some way…

Before he could spiral further into such dark thoughts a familiar touch ran down his hair. Gentle fingers easily detangling knots with such care that his own body relaxed without his permission. It was almost scary how easily his vessel recognized the touch of his other half, his herbivore without even having to lay eyes on them. Their scent just as effortlessly soothed his aching mind, turning his brain into mush without a thought to fight back. 

He hadn’t even realized he began purring until your chuckles filled the air, smile unflinching when he finally opened his eyes to glare at you. “I don’t recall telling you to stop,” he mumbled, words muffled with one side of his face practically smothered. 

“Someones grumpy today,” you teased, resuming your ministrations. You made sure your nails just barely scratched his scalp, amusement shining in your eyes at how the rumbles in his chest grew. He refused to answer, instead trying to drown himself in the pleasure your loving hand gave him. It was childish, yes, but this was so much better than whatever lecture you were sure to give him. It took that blissful hand lightly pinching one of his ears for his eyes to shoot open and give you his full attention with an almost genuine glare. “Nu-uh mister. Time to get out of bed. You’ve given Ruggie enough grief for a whole lifetime just about now.”

“I didn't ask him to be my babysitter,” he responded with an eye roll. “Such an unnecessary nuisance.”

“Hey, be nice.” Another pinch to his ear resulted in a growl, but you showed no fear as you stared down at him. “He’s looking out for you, cause seven knows that if it weren’t for him you would have long since become a hermit. Worse than Idia.”

A smirk grew on his face, huffing as he finally began to sit up. “When did my herbivore become so insulting.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “Ever since I got dragged away from my beloved lunch just to get your lazy butt out of bed.” You continued to stare him down for a few seconds before your face softened. “Are you okay? I know you have your days sometimes but never enough for Ruggie to send for me.” A few moments of silence passed. “...that’s a lie, I mean not enough for Ruggie to send several lackeys dragging me kicking and screaming with no explanation other than panicked gibberish.”

Leona huffed a small laugh but you didn’t get to see much of it before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight embrace, one you didn’t hesitate to embrace. A small laugh escaped you when he nuzzled into your neck, soft ears tickling your skin. The smug grin you felt growing on his face as well didn’t escape your notice, but you paid it no mind as you once again began petting his hair. “Everything just feels too bothersome today, nothing to worry your pretty head over.”

“You sure?” You replied softly, staring at the wall behind him in thought. “I wouldn’t mind writing to Professor Crewel to give you an extension. I know you have an important test today.”

It was his turn to laugh, pulling away from your neck but still keeping contact with you. Hands softly squeezed your hips, and he sighed as he gently laid his forehead against yours, refusing to look away from your gaze. “Such a good little herbivore, breaking the rules for me.” He laughed once more at the obvious flush growing up your neck, slowly spreading to your face as you glanced everywhere but him. Adorable. “Nah,” he started, returning his face to your neck and tightening his grip on you. “Just give me a bit. I want to enjoy you just a little longer.”

The flustered scolding you gave him just furthered his amusement, but he decided to give some mercy and instead decided to remain in content silence. One you held to objection too.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad day after all.

[kuni-is-daddy]

can you do a scaramouche or kuni x wanderer x reader threesome story? i love your writing btw!! (⁠^⁠^⁠)

Wanderer x scaramouche X female Reader

'Agree to disagree' : word count 1.5k

ScaraFicList

Cw: Minors do not interact past the cut! This is a nsfw post!

Remembering when wanderer talked about how he gets angry at himself all the time- Me when i don't post.😭

Kuni and scara would always argue with eachother for no reason- yet always agree with eachother when it comes to their shared love for you. "You want to take her to a vantage point for a date? Ugh. Could you think of anything more boring than that?" Scara lightly stroked his black pen against the paper, pretending to write Wanderer's idea on the list.

"Lets take her to that teahouse in inazuma, they have great black tea there." Wanderer nearly hurled at the idea. "Yes..Inazuma..." Scara mumbled. Truly a nation of filth, One he use to spend centuries yearning to overthrow. Oh how he'd love to see the look on his creator's face as he destroyed the grand narukami shrine, burning down the sakura tree with his electro flame as- "How ridiculous, is that pathetic nation really all my past self could think about? So much.. That i use a date as a excuse to destroy it?" Wanderer leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs while scara snapped out his daze. "You imbecile. Do you need your mechanical ears fixed? Thats not what i meant. But sure..Maybe that would be an even better reason for you to go. A fool like you could use a trip there instead of hiding in this nation of delusion and...-" Wanderer raised an eyebrow as scara ranted. "And...?" "I needn't say more, Thats all this place is. Cant believe I got stuck here of all places after you foolishly erased yourself. Did you really think the gods would listen to US of all beings?"

Scara got out of his chair, walking towards his reborn self and scoffing at the glowing vision under his ornament. "It doesnt matter, obsessing over that is a waste of time. What matters is that Y/N is safe now. When we're done with kusanali you can 'wander around' and see for yourself what beelzebul thinks of us- you. For all I care." Scara sucked his teeth and sat back down. 'safe from what..me?'. "Lets go to the vantage point first, Then go out for tea. But Not, In inazuma." He snatched the paper from scara. "Fine. Then I expect that you at least picked a decent spot."

Scara held your soft hand as the both of you followed wanderer up the cemented pathway, Heels clicking under your sparkling black dress to match their suits. Wanderer had his ornament on a upper pocket besides his tie, as scara had his on his belt. Of course..Wearing a dress this pretty would be a hassle to wash but it was nothing compared to hearing your two lovers bicker over them 'copying eachothers taste in clothes and gifts.' Just thinking about it made you giggle. Wanderer then broke the silence by wrapping his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him and almost stealing your held hand from scara. "The scenery is breathtaking isnt it baby?" "Yes! you picked out a great spot wand-" he cut you off, "Shh..No need to thank me though." Wanderer trailed his hand down to your waist. "You wearing this dress I bought is more than enoug-" Scara then pulled on wanderers tie. Giving a death glance to himself that made you gulp "S-scara! why'd you-" you shrieked. "Is this why you saved my plans for last hm? More of your pathetic and desperate attempts to show off for y/n?" Scara mocked. In an instant it was as if you we're sandwiched in between the two puppets chests, wobbling in your heels as wanderer everso tightly rubbed his hand along your waist while scara moved his hand ontop of wanderers. "Show off? Hah, Its childish for you to even think that. Is talking bad on yourself a kink of yours?" Wanderer smirked. You sighed and countined to look at the pretty sunset while they argued over your head.

The 3 of you arrivied at the teahouse Scara suggested, Beads of cor lapiz hanged along the white slicked walls as decor if it was freshly painted, along with plush cushions and chairs. "Guess picking a nice place is something your reliable on. Y/n why dont you wait over there while me and scara get our table ready?" Wanderer said, to which you nodded then sat at a nearby cushion. "So. Are you paying?" He asked, "Unnecessary, just put it on the northland banks tab and the fatui will-" the ballader bit his tongue. Since he erased himself the fatui wouldnt have any knowledge of giving him or receiving mora. "What? Tsk. Dont tell me we relied on that 9th ranked guy for mora?" Wanderer sighed. "I wouldnt rely on that mortal for anything. Especially on his affiliation with the doctor. I have my own mora. I guess Lessor lord kusanali gives you an allowance as they call it?" "Dont bother. I have a job unlike you, 'balladeer.' such a bygone title.." "Oh right...Running around sumeru for Buer is that-" The balladeer was interrupted by the waiter. "Hat guy, Scara. Why are you two arguing? This is supposed to be one of Ms Y/Ns special days." Scara rose an eyebrow, eyeing down the waiter "Who the fuck are you? Heh. The audacity some of you humans have. I cant believe I live around you-" Wanderer nudged at scara's side. "You fool. Look at her eyes." The waiters eyes we're glowing a slight green, with a stroke of neon green coming down the womans hair. Nahida hid her mouth behind her hand, giggling at the two. "Heheh sorry- I just wanted to check up on you two. Is everything going alright? Is she having fun?" Scara rolled his eyes. "Ugh.. If you tried any harder buer id start to think you actually cared." "We're fine buer. Y/n finds my past selfs immaturity amusing. You can stop with this stalking hobby of yours." The mini archon smiled, completely forgetting about the waiter and acting as if it was her own job.

--(Wanderer is referenced as Kuni.)

The 3 of you arrive to your home. You walked into your shared room, kicking off your heals then throwing yourself into bed with a heavy sigh while wanderer and scara locked up for the night. The both of them would feel so guilty for you being this tired and assume it's their fault. When you actually just had really long day. They'd knock on the door before climbing into the bed, only wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Wanderer sitting up in the bed while scara trailed his hand through your hair laying beside you. "Scara...kuni.. please im fine.. just a bit tired.." "No..that's not it.. we shouldn't have been arguing on our date...let us take care of you tonight y/n." Kuni tugged at your stockings while scara snickered at his pleads. "O-okay..just be gentle please.." you laid your head against the pillow with a clear view of scaras devious expression, he whispered in your ear "There's my good pet~" before smashing his lips against yours, making your legs twitch as Kuni climbed ontop of you, trailing his hands under your dress and towards your hips. "S-scara~ slow down i-" he placed your chin in his palm. "Shh... spread your legs for master" you parted your legs as you felt your stockings subtly rip with each pull. Before you could scold the two puppets again, scara pulled you into another kiss. Letting his tongue explore your sweet taste.

God he hated sweets but having it through you made it so much better he made sure to steal it from his present self. Kuni looked up from in-between your legs to view your head getting pushed into the pillow by scara as his hand trailed down to your clothed cleavage. Getting hard just at the sight of it, he pulled your undergarment aside. Your glistening wet folds causing him to lick his lips before digging his black painted fingernails into your thighs. You gasped for air as scara pulled away from another heated kiss. He rubbed his fingertip on his lip, looking at it to see your smudged lipgloss rub on his finger. The both of you stared at eachother, catching your breath until you felt a warm sensation though your lower body. "Ah! K-kuni..Fuck!!" Hearing you curse shot another wave of lust throughout their ears, you wanted them to be gentle but God the line holding them back from devouring you grew thinner and thinner.

Scara rubbed in circles on your cleavage roughly while Kuni's tongue swirled around your bud. Your shared bedroom echoed the sounds of your mixed pleads and their praise in your mushy mind. They we're both painfully hard. Scara began shifting in the bed for any type of friction and making Kunis tongue slosh inside you while he rubbed his finger on your bud, completely disregarding his 'breathing' just to moan endlessly into you, sending shivers throughout your body. "M-master..M' so close. Please don't stop! I-" "that's it pet.. louder, I wanna hear how good masters making you feel." "Hah...you taste so good baby~ want you to squirt all over my tongue.. be a good girl and let go for me..just like that~" Your toes curled as your thighs inched closer to kuni's head, reaching your limit and screaming out his name while your juices gushed onto his tongue and face. Scara sunk his face into your neck after hearing you plead out again, Cumming untouched in his shorts. You tried calming down from your high, breathing heavily until Kuni and scara pulled away from you, Unbuttoning and unzipping their clothing infront of you. Flustered you tried hiding your face with a pillow until you felt one of them straddle you by your legs, raising them up above his shoulders. Kuni laughed, pulling the pillow away from your face and replacing it with his aching hard on.

"Dont hide now Baby, This is your special night."

GOOD LUCK TO ALL WANDERER/KUZUUZUZU/KABUKIMONO/HATGUY/SCARA PULLERS. I HOPE HE COMES THROUGH THE SCREEN AND MAKES U FEEL GOOD. 👍🤭

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at LEAST once jason (with tim) has dragged damian along with them clubbing as a designated driver (if he wasn't being bribed with driving the batmobile he would NOT be going, zero chance)

they all go suited up because 1. tim won't go as a civilian (bad for his reputation etc etc). 2. every gothamite knows not to ask a robin-boy for ID. 3. jason claims to have never gotten more free drinks than when he goes as hood.

damian will walk in, accompany jason to the bar so he can get a ginger ale, and promptly situate himself on a barstool (the bartenders WILL look out for him + get him free refills of whatever soft drink he wants), observing his brothers and muttering about them being "imbeciles".

it takes a couple of hours before jason starts coming over to damian, pleading for him to join a dance circle, or show off a trick.

jason ends up bargaining down to damian walking around with him whilst he talks to girls, because "chicks dig guys with a paternal instinct" and it's gotham, and everyone's under the influence, so no one's going to question why there's a 13 year old in the nightclub. instead they see red hood with his little brother robin, and think it's sweet.

the one condition of damian being their designated driver is that dick is under no circumstances allowed to find out. one time dick called tim, and he was too tipsy to answer anything but "damian" when asked if he had a way home, and subsequently "no, he's here" when dick assumed (already pissed, and about to rant about how they can't rely on a 13 year old to drive them home) damian would just be driving over to pick them up. they did not hear the end of it for weeks. + going forward jason confiscated tim's phone every time they walked into a nightclub.

"he's 13, legally, he cannot be in a nightclub, OR driving anyone home"

it was worse when he found out they went suited up. tim copped it the worst, because jason had an apartment to go home to, while tim was stuck in the manor listening to all of dick's hate-fuelled rambling about jason and his childishness, as well as what he had to say about tim's own behavior.

for damian it was win-win though, dick loves him too much to be mad at him about it (even though he KNOWS he has the common sense to Not Get Into Those Situations), AND he got to drive the batmobile (he manages to drive around gotham for over 45 minutes before a drunk jason starts to suspect they aren't 'going straight home')

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You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part eight❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.

♡ Warnings: language, heavy angst, threats, stalking, abuse, fluff, pierce (yes— he's a warning), bucky literally being the loml

Part 9

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au

Bucky thought he had experienced true fear before— but that was before he was staring into the eyes of a very powerful man. A man who was looking at him with a knowing look— like he knew something Bucky didn’t. Truthfully, he wouldn’t of been nervous if he didn’t already feel indifferent about the man. He also was still in the state of mind from the kitchen. He was about to reveal the stalker secret to you. He would’ve too— if it wasn’t for Pierce.

Like he said— what shit timing.

“Sir, this is unexpected. Everything okay?” Bucky started, keeping things casual.

He had to remember to fall back into a professional bodyguard mindset— not the soft side that he had somehow brought out with you. He found it rather disappointing to hide that part of himself away— he supposed he had to though.

Pierce smiled even wider, motioning with his hand behind him— further into the house.

“Please— let’s talk inside. Too many listening ears out here.” Pierce insisted, waiting for Bucky to step aside to let him in.

Pierce wanted to scoff at the thought that Bucky would keep him out— this house was his. A gift, of course to you— but he owned the house.

Bucky shut the door, not before he got a glimpse of the men outside. All were unfamiliar faces— he wasn’t surprised. Pierce was so cutthroat, he wasn’t shocked if he had to get rid of the weak ones.

Bucky followed Pierce into the living room, sitting down in the couch opposite of him. It was silent for a moment, Pierce just staring at Bucky— like he was trying to get a read on him. The stare only made Bucky uncomfortable— and rather annoyed.

“Mr. Barnes do you think I’m an imbecile?” Pierce broke the silence, startling Bucky with the straightforwardness.

He shook his head, swallowing before speaking.

“No sir.”

“Do you think things can happen without me knowing?” He asked him another question, crossing his legs and leaning back— almost in amusement.

Bucky furrowed his brows, trying to see where this was going but otherwise kept answering.

“Probably not.”

“No— they can’t.” Pierce corrected him. “Mr. Barnes I like you. I respect what you’ve been through.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at his word choice, the line between what he could take and what was sensitive territory— Pierce was dancing on that line.

Pierce found a sick satisfaction watching Bucky’s jaw clench— knowing he still held all the power. He was tracing Bucky’s weak spots with a knife and he didn’t know it.

“But I have a problem with certain bodyguards that forget their place. You do see where I’m going with this, right?” Pierce asked accusingly.

Bucky furrowed his brows in confusion, not sure what he was talking about— all he knew is that Pierce didn’t look the happiest.

“I’m afraid not sir.” He answered him carefully.

Pierce glared at Bucky for a moment, looking him up and down— like he was sizing him up.

“Then let me make myself very clear,” He leaned forward, “My daughter is not to know about certain things— i’m sure you know what i’m talking about.”

He paused and glanced to the direction of the stairs, careful not to let you hear. Bucky watched as Pierce called in one of his men. He whispered a few things him before the man started walking up the stairs.

Bucky felt his body tense up, feeling unsure about this man that you didn’t know— he didn’t know head upstairs.

“Mr. Barnes, I’m quite aware that you feel it’s only right that my daughter knows about this whole childish stalker situation. You don’t need to try and deny it— I have ears everywhere. Like I said, I find out about everything.” Pierce stated.

Bucky felt uncomfortable, knowing he’d been semi caught— though he hadn’t admitted to anything. Though he felt he didn’t have to, Pierce seemed to know more than he was letting on. But how?

He wasn’t sure why but he felt angered at the way Pierce was trying to control everything. You thought this was your safe haven— this house. But it was more like a jail— at least that’s how it felt right now to him.

“You put cameras in your daughters house or something?”

Pierce’s jaw twitched at Bucky’s boldness, but otherwise kept a poker face.

“No— but that’s a great idea. I’ll put it on the list.”

Bucky wanted to roll his eyes so badly at his sarcasm. He wanted to test the waters a bit, knowing deep down it wasn’t a good idea— but he had to try. For your sake.

“With all due respect sir— shouldn’t your daughter know about a stalker… specifically one that’s after her?” Bucky asked, keeping his voice quiet as to not challenge Pierce any further.

To Bucky’s surprise, Pierce nodded— actually taking a second to think of an answer.

“Honestly Mr. Barnes— no. If I can catch whoever is behind this and eliminate the threat before she ever finds out… she doesn’t have to worry about a thing.” Pierce explained, and Bucky was not surprised by the answer.

Annoyance bubbled up again, forcing him to defend you. He usually wouldn’t stop himself but it was the big boss he was talking to— he had to watch his tongue.

Pierce narrowed his eyes, analyzing Bucky and his posture. The way his jaw would clench every time you were brought up— the way Bucky looked ready to pounce despite his calm demeanor.

“Mr. Barnes I understand if you are infatuated with my daughter— but I hope you know what will happen if you don’t maintain your position as a bodyguard, and try to be something more.” Pierce warned and Bucky felt completely exposed. Pierce knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “All I can say is that it won’t end well for you.”

Bucky nodded his head in understanding but wanted to punch that smirk off his face. Pierce was clearly enjoying Bucky’s inner struggle.

“I get it— you spend all hours, everyday with her. It only makes sense that... something is to be formed. But you better hope that bond, doesn’t become something more. Understood?” Pierce threatened.

Bucky nodded again, slowly feeling his face grow hot. His hands were clenched into fists— his anger consuming his being. It was completely frustrating that Pierce wanted to be a Father now— not when you and him were strangers. He was only now playing the concerned, overprotective Father— but Bucky knew it was an act. Sadly, Bucky knew Pierce didn’t care for you. That much was obvious, and it made Bucky want to punch him even more.

“I apologize if that’s what it looks like to you sir, but nothing has happened or will happen between us.” Bucky promised, although he almost didn’t believe his lie.

“Apologies aren’t worth shit to me Mr. Barnes— either you get your act together or you’ll be gone.” Pierce said lastly, standing up and dusting off his suit.

Bucky swallowed nervously, not exactly the conversation you wanna be having with your boss. He was in a rough spot, and he wasn’t sure what this would mean for his job. He was sure Pierce was already wanting to get rid of him— it wasn’t often that people talked back to him. Bucky had seemed to get lucky this time around.

“You came all this way, just to warn me not to make a move on your daughter?” Bucky asked bravely.

He couldn’t deny the satisfaction at Pierces almost red face, the way his eyes were furious that someone had spoken back to him. Surprisingly again, Pierce took a breath and forced his lips to curve up. Bucky knew that had to be killing him.

“Not quite— I wanted to speak to her as well.” Pierce informed him.

Bucky couldn't hide the distaste from his face, the way he worded it. He wanted to speak to you— not with you. It was so frustrating to hear him speak about you like you were nothing. The way he spoke about you like you were just another one of his clients or someone who is around strictly for business. You were his daughter— it disturbed Bucky that he didn't act like a Father.

"Dad?" Your voice grabbed both of the men's attention, their eyes snapping to the doorway from the stairs. "What's going on?"

You were trailing into the room, glancing behind you skeptically as the man Pierce ordered upstairs followed behind you. Bucky could see how uncomfortable you were from the strange man following you— he couldn't imagine how you felt at the man entering your room if he did. The thought had Bucky clenching his fists more aggressively.

"(Y/n), go back upstairs." Pierce spoke lowly to you, already giving you a cold glare and you had just waked into the room.

You wanted to shrink back at his hostile expression, wondering for the hundredth time why your existence bothered him so much.

"Dad— why is this man allowed to just barge into my room?" You asked, still glancing back at the now smirking guard.

Bucky glared daggers into the guy, wishing his head could explode just by his stare. Man— he wish he could have laser vision right now.

"Don't be such a brat. I ordered him to watch you." Pierce snapped, walking towards you.

You wanted to scoff at his words. A brat? Here you thought you'd be able to talk with your Father— you felt silly now.

"Mr. Barnes, would you please give me and my daughter a minute to talk." Pierce told him, he made it clear it wasn’t him asking.

Bucky hesitantly excused himself, heading towards the stairs to take a seat at the top. Just out of reach to be able to hear. It didn’t help that the guy who had barged into your room was standing at the doorway— staring up at him. Bucky had to ignore the urge to flick the man off.

You walked further into the room until you took Bucky’s seat— sinking into the cushions as you waited for your Father to be seated fully.

Pierce sat and crossed his legs just as he did prior, giving you a once over— almost thinking of what to say.

“How are things?” Pierce asked simply.

The question had caught you off guard. You were expecting to be yelled at— to be asked simply for the benefit of him and his job. Now that he had asked the question you so desperately needed the month of your Mother’s passing. Well… you didn’t know how to react.

“Uh… fine. Everything’s fine.” You barely got out, still shocked from the question.

It was heartbreaking that something so tiny could bring you joy— even if he didn’t mean it. You’d like to pretend even for a moment that he cared about you.

"Peanut, I've come to talk to you about Mr. Barnes." He told you, keeping his voice quiet so only you and him could hear.

You winced from the nickname and furrowed your brows, you felt uncomfortable talking about Bucky when he wasn't around. You wanted him to be with you right now— you couldn't ignore the discomfort from talking with your Father.

"What about James?" You wondered.

Pierce narrowed his eyes at the name you had called him.

"James?" Pierce asked, giving you a judgmental look.

"Father, I didn't want to keep things so formal with him around all the time. I wanted things to feel less forced— so I got to know him better and yeah— I call him James." You explained, twiddling your fingers in your lap nervously.

"Peanut..." You winced again, "He's your bodyguard. Nothing more. You are to stop treating him like he's your friend—"

"Why?" You asked, and Pierce gave you an angered look that had you shrinking back slightly but not backing down completely. "I'm sorry Father, but you can't come here and tell me what to do after ignoring me for months."

You felt proud that you had stood up for yourself— but the mean glare your Father was sending you had you swallowing anxiously.

"Watch your tongue girl." He spit, leaning up in his seat now.

The way he had used girl, was so demeaning. It was almost as if you mean't nothing to him— not important enough to use your name.

"Just take a good second to remember who you're talking to." He warned you and you didn't hide the scoff this time.

The sound left your lips, letting Pierce know his words had annoyed you.

"I know who I'm talking to— my Father!" You raised your voice and stood up, this little moment let you feel bigger— towering over his sitting form.

That was until Pierce stood up now, getting close to you— in your face. You could feel the heat of his breath hitting your face, the burning smell of cigarettes on his breath.

"Exactly! You're my daughter— so you should respect me even more!" He stepped even closer to you, reaching out to grab your arm in a painful grip. "Why do you have to be such a bitch— why can't you just shut your fucking mouth and listen!"

You let out a whine at the grip he had on your arm and suddenly your body filled with fear— fear that your Father was going to hurt you. He already was.

"Father— you're hurting me.." You said clearly, trying to keep your voice even.

"You wonder why I don't want you around— do you not see how you act? Disrespectful fucking brat! I do all these nice things for you— I buy you a fucking house! I provide you with everything you need!" He attempted to keep his voice hushed but the sound was starting to echo throughout the space.

"Father—"

You were suddenly cut off, your head whipping to the side— your cheek stinging. Your mind felt hazy— fuzzy with confusion as you tried to understand what had happened. You just needed a moment to process everything. Through the blood pounding in your ears and the sudden blurriness from your oncoming tears— you had come to the realization.

Your Father had hit you.

You could still hear him talking, but it was all muffled. You were in shock and your body felt frozen, your chest felt like it couldn't expand. At last— you swore you felt your heart shattering and falling to the pit of your stomach. You felt your body jerk into your Father, and thats when your senses seemed to come back to you.

"Are you even listening to me?!" He screamed, pushing you back by your arm— watching you fall to the ground with a yelp.

Bucky had heard from the other room as the conversation— if he could even call it that— increase in volume. He was proud of you for standing up to him— and it felt odd to hear you speak so aggressively. He'd never heard you speak in any other tone that wasn't your usual light angelic voice.

He could hear the clear emotions straining your voice, and he had to hold himself back from running up to Pierce to tell him off.

He had done well to keep himself sat on the stairs, but as soon as he heard you utter the words, father you're hurting me— he got up immediately. He was on his way down the stairs when he heard the loud smack, and the sudden yell from you followed by the sound of a loud thud.

Pushing past the guard that was attempting to watch the doorway, he rounded into the room— his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.

You were laying on the floor, cowering in fear as tears poured out of your eyes. The way you looked so small and terrified as Pierce towered over you, still screaming at you. Bucky didn't think twice and ran over to you, standing in front of you to block Pierces path.

Pierce halted his yelling, and glared angrily at Bucky. Bucky continued to stare him down as he heard Pierce's men enter the room— all surrounding the boss. Pierce let out a dark chuckle— shaking his head in disappointment.

"Who are you to stop me from speaking to my daughter?" Pierce snarled, his men circling around him and you.

"I'm a man doing his job sir— following your orders to do whatever it takes to keep her safe." He snapped back bravely, repeating his words from the first day of meeting each other.

Pierce narrowed his eyes and remembered very clearly at his demand to do whatever it takes to keep you alive and safe— he just didn't think it would be used against him. He kept quiet for a moment, not wanting to admit defeat to Bucky.

"You've got big balls Mr. Barnes— but that might've just cost you your life." Pierce threatened with a smile.

Suddenly there was movement heard from behind Bucky and before he could turn to investigate— you were now standing in between Bucky and your Father.

Bucky's heart swelled at you trying to protect him— he couldn't get over how precious you were. Your heart too big for your body.

"Father— just leave. You've caused enough damage." You spoke calmly, but Bucky could see your body still shaking.

Pierce stared down at you, watching your lip quiver and he almost smiled evilly at the sight. He'd let you believe you won— let your guard down for now.

"Sure thing peanut." He cooed, and you had to fight back the sob that threatened to bubble up.

The nickname was tainted— things that happened today burned into your brain. You wished you could wake up from this horrible dream.

Just as Pierce was waving off his men, signaling to them to go outside. He glanced up to Bucky— not wasting another breath on him. Lastly, Pierce lifted his hand like he was going to reach for you and he felt satisfied watching you flinch back into Bucky.

You gasped and pressed your back to Bucky— your heart pounding in your chest at your Father. Bucky felt your form shaking and he rested his hands on your lower back, hoping it'd bring you some comfort.

"Pathetic." Pierce mumbled as he walked out of the room— making it to the front door and slamming it as he exited.

Bucky felt your body jump at the slam of the door but otherwise noticed you relax as it was just you two in the room now. He walked around to your front, his hands hovering over your cheeks as he waited for your permission to touch you.

"Can I?" He asked.

You nodded numbly and relaxed as you felt his hands cup your face— cradling your cheeks with such gentleness.

Bucky turned your face slightly to the side so he could get a better view of your now irritated cheek, a palm sized mark covering the smooth skin. He winced and anger immediately started bubbling up from the idea that Pierce had put his hands on you— hurt you.

"Oh doll... I'm so sorry— I should've been there." He whispered, rubbing a gentle thumb over your swollen flesh. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You gazed into his eyes and listened to him apoligize— you wanted to laugh. He had nothing to be sorry for. He stuck up for you— protected you from your own Father. He was a constant by your side and you were happy to have him here with you in this moment. There was no one else you'd rather be with than him.

Your heart started beating fast again, but this time it wasn't from fear or anxiety— it was from the intense butterflies in your stomach from Bucky's gaze. Your eyes darted down to his mouth before they whipped back up to his eyes. Bucky noticed and gave your mouth a once over before he met your glossy eyes.

"Doll..." He warned, though he wanted the very same thing.

He just didn't think it was the appropriate time. You were vulnerable, and he didn't want to take advantage of you.

His warning had you thinking straight and you shook your head, but you still found yourself leaning in. Bucky watched as you leaned in and he kept himself rooted in his spot— making sure you controlled the pace. If this was going to happen— it was because you wanted it to. This would be for you— not him.

To his surprise, he didn't feel your soft lips on his— but instead he felt the plumpness of yours smush against his stubbled cheek. It was quick but held so many unspoken words. As you pulled away, your cheeks were flushed— as was his.

"You don't need to apologize, you were there for me. You're here for me now— so thank you James." You whispered hoarsely, emotions thick in your throat.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something, when you removed yourself from his hold and excused yourself upstairs. He watched with a heavy heart as you walked up the stairs, head hung low. It was clear that you were exhausted from todays events. Just thinking of everything that had happened to you, had his blood boiling all over again.

He couldn’t get the sound of your frightened yell out of his mind— it scarred him and he cursed himself for not being there to prevent it. He heard you— you didn’t think he needed to apologize. But he couldn’t just live on knowing you held the palm sized mark of your Father on your cheek. He felt absolutely terrible and followed shortly behind your form.

He knew you shouldn’t be alone right now— he also wasn’t going to leave your side. You needed someone— needed him. Bucky wanted to remind you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

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My pupils

Ungrateful, Arrogant, Lazy, there were many words Kalego could use to describe his students. Many of them were imbeciles. Undisciplined. Hence why he was placed in charge of such a rowdy bunch.

He had had troublesome students before. It was no different than any other year he taught at the school. However... he never took into account how difficult the next few years would be.

To think it all started with one brat! The grandson of the chairdemon himself. He honestly wished he could have gone back in time and retired as soon as he heard about the attendance of such a creature.

His foolish pride had thought he could tame such a wild child within a few days. Having him easily under heel. He couldn't have been more wrong.

That little menace had the nerve to prove him wrong! Having no respect for authority and tuning him into a familiar. The audacity!

It wasn't just him that caused the teacher such a headache. No, he had twelve other rascals to handle as well. What did he do in his past life to enable such torture?

Individually, it probably wouldn't be so bad. But no... he had them all together. Everyday... for the next 6 agonizing years.

He often wondered if he'd survive such a daunting task for so long. Of course, his pride wouldn't allow him to quit. It would be shameful on both the school and his name if he were to do so.

So, as much as it pained him, he would stay. Despite the urge to resign. Truthfully, someone would probably drag him back even if he were to do so. Another irritating reality.

Some things were easy to brush off. Such as Allocers constant questions and interest in obtaining more knowledge. Just answer plainly offering research materials for reference.

Or working around Kerori's work schedule as an idol. As well as sending her study aids so she doesn't risk lowering her grades. Practically child's play.

Now, dealing with Jazz's sticky fingers could be annoying. Forcing apologies out of the young demon and attempting to keep the greedy child humble.

Not that it helped since he had an enabler like Lied. The cocky little imp thinking he could get away with such childish pranks so easily. He often had to discipline the pair.

Speaking discipline... he still needed to figure out a proper punishment for Kamui... again. Why is it so difficult for that bird brain to understand that the female students don't appreciate such actions? He has the nerve to call himself a gentleman with such an attitude.

At least he could say he's also seen growth in some of his students. Take Sabro, for example. That prideful attitude of his was far more manageable than when the child first arrived. Far more humble.

Or Soi, who constantly hid. Now, he actively participates and interacts with his classmates. A vast improvement.

If only he could get Picero to stop sleeping in class. That would be preferable. Instead, he constantly has to smack the drowsy teen awake.

Goemon has a rather interesting positivity. Now if only he could somehow apply that to his grades. That would certainly make things easier.

He wasn't amused by Elizabetta's attempts to get better grades by using her bloodline magic or flirting. He constantly had to remind his coworkers not to go easy on her just because of her looks. Although he was quite proud of how she handled the music festival.

Then, there was the matter of Iruma's two main subordinates. Or friends as he called them. The chaos that those two caused alone was a mountain of paperwork.

Never in a million years did he think that such a vigorous student like Alice could be so blinded by one individual. It's as if the boy forgot about his own growth. Does he have no dignity?

... thinking that he probably doesn't. Seeing as he's so obsessed with his superior that it's borderline insane. Not that clara is any better.

Her grades aren't exactly the best. Her loud, rambunctious attitude disturbs the other students attending any class she's in. Honestly, he's not sure what to do with such a wild thing.

He's half tempted to keep her on a leash to ensure she doesn't wander off. Although knowing that gremlin, she'd easily escape. If only she focused that energy on her assignments.

Still, despite all their flaws. Ignoring their constants defiance to the higherarchy. He would still admit they were his pupils.

He was their teacher. He would guide them into becoming powerful demons. He'd see them all graduate on time even if it'd kill him.