#this is a fuckin pain in the ass i am crying and weeping and throwing up and crying and screaming and crying

[cainite-bite]

pros of drawing my ocs: OC tiem

cons of drawing my ocs: drawing

[howdoyousleep3]

senator steve punishing bucky? thank you i’ve become obsessed

I hope your obsession still lives even though I haven’t updated in so lonnnnnnnnnnnng omg. I can promise I am working on one hell of an update that I hope will be worth the wait! 😘

I can easily see the Senator wanting to punish Bucky and we know damn well it would be spanking. Mr. Rogers is obsessed with Bucky’s peach of an ass. They both have a kink for doing things on Steve’s desk, not only because they are limited n location options, but also...desk sex. It adds to that forbidden aspect of what they’ve got going on. 

I bet it would be when Bucky is being the ultimate brat. Maybe he’s having a rough few days or maybe Mr. Rogers has not been paying as much attention to him as normal. I bet he’d mouth off a little to the Senator in a meeting or ignore him on purpose when he went to go leave a meeting once it ended. And ohhhh boy Mr. Rogers has never had to deal with a bratty Bucky before. He’d corner him in the bathroom or in a hallway. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh? No--look at me. What’s got you bein’ a little bitch?” 

Shit, Bucky would get ready to throw a fucking fit right there, would scoff and huff and would want to spit at Mr. Rogers’ shoes. The Senator would grab his chin, shake him a little, throw out a little more “Huh?”s for good measure. Bucky wouldn’t answer, might even go as far as to spit out a, “Fuck you,” and deadass I imagine the Senator looking at Bucky and then laughing a little, chuckling darkly, maybe even leaning forward to kiss Bucky’s cheek. 

“You’re gonna come to my office during your lunch break and I’m gonna show you just what I think about your attitude by spankin’ that fuckin’ ass red. And don’t even try to tell me you won’t because I know for a fuckin’ fact you’re gonna show up. You know why?” 

And he’d get right in Bucky’s ear in just the way that he knows guts Bucky, feels that fucking beard rub up against the side of his face.

“Because you’re a slut for it. I bet you haven’t been spanked before but oh, sugar I bet you want it and that you want it from me. Your dick hard thinkin’ about it? Huh?” 

Bucky hates how it is, hates how breathless he is. He hates how he has let someone have such control over him and he hates how he finds himself walking into Mr. Rogers’ office when he should be at lunch. 

And he hates how much he wants it, how much he burns for it. 

Mr. Rogers would make him come over to his desk (all cleared off, the motherfucker) and would ask Bucky to kiss him. There’s heat still there but it isn’t anything like it was earlier when the older man had him pressed up against the wall. He’d remind Bucky of what he needs to say in order for things to stop (simple traffic light system) and tells Bucky he isn’t even going to give Bucky a number to count to; he’s gonna go until he feels Bucky has learned his lesson. 

The Senator would make him count. He’d make him pull his pants and underwear down right there, would make him lean over his desk, chest pressed tight to the oak. The first smack would make Bucky gasp, would make him whimper, but he’d bite back the rest because he doesn’t want to give Mr. Rogers the satisfaction. 

Bucky would absolutely despise how much he likes Mr. Rogers’ hand on him in such a way. It’s consuming to be touched in such a way, an overwhelming sense of ownership, and Bucky can’t help but moan out his numbers as he counts. 

At ten is when it starts to sting, starts to throb. It’s also when Mr. Rogers asks Bucky if he wants to tell him what’s wrong. Bucky bites his lip, still angry, anger boiling a little underneath the growing welts on his ass. He hates the way the Senator’s sigh sounds more than disappointed. 

At 15, Bucky decides he needs to try more pain play to figure out if he likes it as much as he thinks he does. The smacks are exhilarating but the meaning and purpose behind them starts to dig at him, starts to get into his head. He doesn’t want to be bad; he wants to be good. He doesn’t realize he’s making little noises, little whimpers, that he’s starting to tear up. 

At 20, Mr. Rogers stops, asks Bucky if he has anything to say. Bucky think no but says, “S’week has been really fucking hard.” And god, his ass feels like it’s on fire, his head feels a little spacey, his dick and balls feel so fucking heavy. Mr. Rogers doesn’t say anything except, “Five more, count them all,” and by the time the Senator’s wide palm cracks down on Bucky’s ass he’s weeping. 

100% Mr. Rogers would sit back in his office chair and have a sore weeping Bucky suck him off with his pants down. Because he’s learning something about himself today too and that is seeing this little Intern cry makes him hard as a fucking rock. Seeing Bucky cry around his cock (”Look at me, be good come on. Show Daddy you learned your lesson...”) makes him feral. 

And it would all end happily ever after with a comeshot on the face that Bucky literally sighs to because it means he was good. :))))))) 

[wildroseofarran]

Hanging Up || Gralloway & Xavier

MJ: Peter's phone rings. It's a number that hasn't called him in some months.

Pete: Pete's brow furrows as he hears his phone. His American phone. Hadn't he turned it off?

He moved his omelet off the stove and went to answer, stomach sinking when he saw the familiar number on the display. Why would....?

He picked up. ".....Hello?"

MJ: The other end was fairly quiet, save the soft crunch of gravel under boots. Nighttime, of course.

And then there was a breath. MJ was breathing.

"Hey, baby."

Pete: Pete closed his eyes. This was the last thing he'd expected today or....ever.

"Hi," he said softly.

MJ: "So I got kicked outta The Brig," he laughed weakly. "Funny. They call it The Brig like those warship prisons, or is it like, a brig like the actual boat thing? There's a boat called that, right?"

Pete: ....Well okay then. "They named it after the prisons on ships, yeah. It was meant to be a pirate bar so..."

MJ: "That big bitch that found us that... that last time, he works there, apparently. Practically picked me up by my belt. Go fuckin' figure."

Pete: "I know. He told me." As far as what happened that night, he had devoted considerable energy to forgetting it ever happened. And he still didn't know why exactly Tane Lukela had interfered on his behalf.

MJ: "N'I thought Guildias was big." Something was swigged in North Carolina, thrown at a tree. "Big fuckin' bitches. Everyone's so fuckin' tall 'round here."

Pete: He frowned. Had that been glass breaking? What was MJ doing breaking glass and talking about tall people out of nowh.....oh.

"Not everyone. Are you drunk?"

MJ: "Maybe I am, maybe I ain't. Is this the Spanish inquisition?"

Pete: That was a yes. "MJ....I..." He sighed.

MJ: "Why, Pete?"

Pete: "I can't do this right now. Not when you're...I just can't."

MJ: "I love ya. I love ya so much I hate ya. Ya...fuckin' asshole. How's that even possible?"

Pete: Tears wanted to come; they were viciously fought back. "I'm not doing this with you while you're drunk, MJ."

MJ: "Ya ain't gonna do it with me ever! Ya cheated on me! Now you're off t'god knows where n'I guess that's okay because I mean anything's better than bein' here with vamps and ghouls and ME!" There was a scuffle in the gravel; he'd turned sharply to face someone.

"No, ya can't have the fuckin' phone. Fuck off."

Pete/Xavier: "You don't even fucking LIVE TH--goddammit!" No, he wasn't going to get roped into this. He wasn't going to have this conversation that way.

"Bleeding hell, MJ," Xavier muttered, reaching for the phone. "Give it to me."

MJ: The phone was held up until he realized Xavier was taller. It was then held behind his back. "No! You're too tall, too!"

Xavier: "Yes I am, now be a good lad and give me the phone!"

MJ: "I ain't hurtin' nobody. Why ain't ya home snoggin' that hunter kid? Go home."

Pete/Xavier: "I'm sure your ex-boyfriend there would disagree with that statement. You're going to give me the phone and then we're leaving."

Meanwhile, Pete was on the other end confused to hell and back. Whose voice was that?

MJ: "Just 'cause ya - no. Want it? Eh? Want the phone?" There was suddenly a brick wall between the two of them, and the Ravnos was hauling ass in the opposite direction. "Demons are so nosy," he said to the phone.

Pete/Xavier: The wall caught Xavier off guard enough that MJ had gotten a few seconds' head start before he gathered his wits and followed. "MJ! I know you know what I am! Get back here!"

"What the hell is going on?" Pete demanded. "Demon? What demon?"

MJ: "My demon! Ain't it somethin'? I got a demon chasin' me! What cha think of that, Pete? Ever met one? They stink! Ya stink, X!"

Pete/Xavier: Pete's eyes widened. "MJ, what the hell!"

"MJ! Don't make me snatch that phone away!"

MJ: "Where ya think I've been stayin' when I wasn't with ya? Did ya even consider or were ya too wrapped up in some - ya know, that ain't fair." MJ had slowed to a brisk gait. He was looking for an out. A building to climb, a tree, something.

Pete/Xavier: "You're staying with a demon? What the hell is wrong with you?!" Pete scrubbed his hand over his face. "You're damn right it's not fair."

Xavier's patience well was just about dry. "You have three seconds to hang up."

MJ: "I ain't hangin' up! Why are ya here? I said drop me off, not stalk me!"

Xavier: "Fine, then I'm hanging up for you." Xavier snapped his fingers, summoning the phone into his free hand.

MJ: "HEY! Give me Pete back!"

Pete/Xavier: "I warned you!" Xavier poofed himself all the way back to the brick wall before seeing to the matter at hand.

"Are you still there, Mr. Graham?"

"I-I...yes."

"My apologies for this."

MJ: The brick wall began to light, becoming bright and obnoxious like an artificial spotlight. It was just to annoy the demon as the vampire raced back.

MJ: "Give it back, Xavier."

Pete/Xavier: Pete blinked. What was the appropriate response when a demon apologized on your ex's behalf? "Um...it's okay."

"It isn't but I admire your manners. No," he added to MJ over his shoulder, vanishing the wall with an absent wave of his hand.

MJ: Goddammit. If only Xavier were fae. Fuck it. What did he have to lose? With a growl, the vampire jumped onto the demon's shoulders. "Gimmie!"

Xavier: And Xavier was caught off guard for the second time in the span of five minutes. If he'd been human, he probably would've toppled over.

"No!" He held the phone out of MJ's reach. "This is for your own good!"

MJ: "Ya don't get t'tell me what's for my own good, Sulfur boy!"

MJ: Reeeeach. "Pete! Tell him t'give the phone back!"

Pete/Xavier: You'll never reach it, MJ. Xavier's arms are longer than yours. "I do when you're acting like a drunken fool!"

For his part, Pete was too confused and speechless to say anything useful. All he could do at the moment was listen.

MJ: "I ain't drunk!" said the liar.

Xavier: "You smell worse than The Brig!"

MJ: "S'cause that big bitch grabbed me! He smelled like a brewery!"

Xavier: "You smelled like one before he grabbed you!"

MJ: "How would ya know?!"

Xavier: "Because the stench is oozing out of you! Now get off!"

MJ: "No!" The phone began to heat in his hand.

Xavier: Oh yeah? Well now it was floating. Take that!

MJ: "UGH!"

Xavier: "That's what you get for defying a demon. Hang up, Mr. Graham!" was added to Pete in a shout. "And again, my apologies for the disruption!"

MJ: "Hey! Ya don't get t'tell Pete what t'do!"

Pete: The suggestion was welcome to Pete. He was just starting to feel like a person again and he couldn't...he couldn't.

"I'm sorry, MJ, but I have to...I'm sorry." He hung up.

MJ: Hearing the familiar beep of a disconnected call did something to MJ's chest. It was the near equivalent of a steak to his heart. He was seeing pink, then he was seeing red.

"Ya fuckin' asshole!" Getting to his feet, it was time to throw punches.

Xavier: Xavier sighed in relief. At least someone listened to him. Now it was time to deal with the vampire he'd enraged.

He allowed MJ to get one punch in without retaliation before poofing out of his reach, rubbing whatever spot had been hit. "Satisfied?"

MJ: His hands were shaking, his breath stuttered. His punching bag was gone. There was nothing left but his own pain, knuckles immediately healing from decking Xavier's back. The Ravnos crouched on the side of the dirt road, hid his head inside his jacket and wept.

Xavier: He sighed again, giving MJ a few moments of peace before moving over to sit next to him. The vampire might not believe him, but Xavier knew exactly how he felt. His love life hadn't always been sunshine and rainbows.

"Forgive me, but it really is for the best, MJ," he said quietly, sincerely. "That wasn't the way."

MJ: "There ain't no way. He lied t'me, he left me. Ain't nothin' best. Ain't nothin' good."

Xavier: "Then why did you call him? What did you think that would accomplish?"

MJ: "I just wanted t'hear his voice," he sniffled. "Just...want him."

Xavier: Xavier cautiously wrapped an arm around MJ's shoulders, giving the vampire plenty of opportunity to shrug it off if the touch was unwelcome.

"I can understand that," he said, nodding. "But by calling him in this state, you made him close off."

MJ: "What's it fuckin' matter?! We ain't ever gonna be a thing again." The arm wasn't refused, but it wasn't accepted, either. Simon would find this display pathetic, and he knew it was. He couldn't help but cry. He'd held it in for months now, refusing to address the rhinoceros in the living room.

Xavier: "It matters. He could've just let his phone ring or sent your call to voicemail but he didn't. Wherever he is, he saw your number and picked up, even after weeks of not speaking to you. That means something. You mean something."

MJ could weep all he wanted; Xavier wasn't going to judge.

MJ: "Just fuckin' human curiosity or some shit, X. He's fuckin' human, they do random shit. We do random shit."

Xavier: "It would take an awful lot of curiosity to make him randomly pick up the phone after everything that's happened between you. This was something else."

MJ: "Shut up," he sniffled. "Just shut up. I don't wanna hear it. Don't give me some bullshit hope when the fact is he's still a goddamn liar."

Xavier: "I'm just stating facts, Aquaman. I've been around a long time. I know things."

MJ: "Just take me home, please."

Xavier: Xavier nodded. "As you wish." He pulled MJ in closer in lieu of asking for his hand and transported them back to the manor.