#( just to be alive: default v. )

[slaughterlocked]

“ NOT FOR LACK OF TRYING, “ WILLIAM SAYS, with the faux - cheer of a man on the edge of a manic break or a divine revelation. A full Sunday roast dinner, just like his mother used to make — that’ll fix them both right up, he tells himself. Ignore the excess of ingredients. In the store, he’d given himself the luxury of imagining he’d been buying for five, not two. “Don’t worry, don’t worry.” He continues, brandishing a knife he’s forgotten he’s carrying while gesturing with his arms in a sweeping movement. “ We’ll make a chef of you yet. A little fire never hurt anyone. It builds character. ”

“ And, for your information, ” he adds primly, with a haughty little sniff as he begins peeling potatoes in wonky, uneven strips and refusing to be deterred when he ends up peeling off half the potatoes themselves, “ we’re making an Afton family recipe. Handed down through generations. Well, figuratively handed down. Nobody ever wrote it down, but I’m sure we can get it right between the two of us. ” RIGHT ? … RIGHT. How many Aftons does it take to make a family recipe? The joke writes itself. Not much of a family left.

But starters come first. Abandoning the half-peeled three potatoes he’s been sporadically peeling for maybe forty seconds, William crosses the kitchen in three purposeful strides, delving into one grocery bag and triumphantly emerging with two carrots. “ Soup to start. ” He announces grandly. “ Carrot and coriander. We ought to have bought bread too, but I prioritised.

Don’t stand dawdling, Mikey - - we’ve got work to do. ”

FROM HERE! / @bravevolunteer

[suppenzeit]

playing dai first really makes a man not gaf about the worldstate decisions in veilguard. default worldstate is literally just whatever to me

[ramp-it-up]

Bolder

Summary: Bucky and Steve's relationship is practically perfect in any way. And then Bucky wishes for what would make it complete for his birthday. Happy Birthday Bucky Barnes!

Word count: 5.6 K

Pairing: Stucky x Enhanced!Reader (Sparrow)

A/N: This is another dream inspired by #BuckyBarnesBirthdayBingo by @avengers-assemble-bingo. This fulfills the square: Another Year Older, Another Year Bolder. Althought I've written mfm before, I've not written Stucky. Let me know how I did. 😬 Please reblog, comment, and like!

Another note: This is canon divergent in the events of Endgame, Steve returns from replacing the Infinity Stones, but he still gives Sam the shield.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Bucky and Steve. That should be the entire warning, but it's not. Grumpy Steve and, cock blocker Sam. Poly sex acts, angst, emoting, wild thoughts, a birthday wish, which leads to birthday sex. Birthday sex: Captain and Sargeant kink, fingering, voyeurism, nipple play, oral (female receiving), raw p in v, two sex acts simultaneously (not dp) cock denial, creampie, squirting. I wish I could say this was a one shot, but... well, let me know if you want another part.

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The way Bucky pushed back against Steve’s command and control, subtly at times, outrageously at others, was a sight to witness.

The order and restraint that defined the former Captain America trembled in Bucky’s presence.

And Steve made Bucky come alive, fully awake for the first time in years. 

Steve belonged to Bucky and Bucky to Steve, for almost a century, even when he couldn’t remember his own name. After all they’d been through, they finally had the time and space to proclaim and celebrate their love.

They were the most beautiful couple you’d ever seen. 

When you first joined the team, you were starstruck not because they were some of the most famous Avengers, the hero and the villain, but because they were sun and moon, yin and yang, and seemed utterly perfect and complete in their relationship.

They were nice to you, respectful and curious, as you were the most like them. But you were so very different. You’d wanted to serve your country as a volunteer for a 20 week trial of the serum, the effects of which you were assured would be reversed.

Turned out, the people doing the assuring were HYDRA in disguise.

Now, here you were, another supersoldier and newbie on the team, and that caused them to drift toward you naturally. Skittish at first, you warmed up to them and became the third musketeer, training, working together, and hanging out.  

Your code name was Sparrow, because you were small yet fierce, which Steve admired, and handy with sharp implements, which made Bucky smile, which was a feat.

With this team, you third wheeling became a running joke. Although you didn’t admit that you would jump at the chance, you could handle the ribbing, mainly because you thought you were in no danger of having your deepest fantasies fulfilled. 

Of course it was a joke, because what would they need with you?

It was a question you were beginning to ask more in the past few months. It had almost been a year since you joined the Avengers and everyone was comfortable with you now.

Especially Bucky and Steve. 

As time progressed, way they acted with you was more than familiar and you began to feel something…else in the way they interacted with you.

When he looked at you, Steve’s gaze was steady, with heat simmering just beneath it. You admired the way he shared command of the team with Sam easily, his restrained and disciplined demeanor the default until he was pushed.

And so you did it, because you wanted to see that control crack for you like it did with Bucky. 

You disobeyed Steve on a routine mission, but the actions you took put you in slightly more danger than was planned. Steve snapped and chewed you out so thoroughly that you were wet for the entire seven minutes that he lectured you on protocol. It was a thorough dressing down, and it made you want to get undressed for him.

After, he retreated to the other side of the room, looking at you like he was considering all the ways he could break you apart and put you back together. You stared back at him, silently daring him to.

He would have bent you over the desk if Sam hadn’t told him to give you a break. He stalked out and you wanted to follow him and submit to anything he wanted, but Sam followed him instead.

Bucky didn’t hold back that day either. His hunger was blatant, carved into the smirk that tugged at his lips, in the way he leaned just a little too close, testing, demanding.

His voice dropped when he spoke to you, low and rough, thick with the promise of something dark and dangerous. 

“What you did wasn’t too smart, Sparrow. You shouldn’t put yourself in danger like that. Better be careful, before Steve takes it out on your ass.”

Bucky devoured you with those sharp and knowing eyes, like he already knew how you’d sound when you moaned his name and how you’d feel beneath his hands.

“Something tells me that you wouldn’t mind that…”

Sam came back into the room and cocked blocked yet again. This time you escaped the situation. 

After that, you were caught in a storm of tension so thick it was dizzying. You knew what Bucky and Steve were to each other, two halves of something unbreakable that was forged through war and loss and survival. 

And yet, somehow, they’d turned their attention on you.

The heat between you was filled with unspoken promises that these two men would destroy you in the most exquisite ways. 

And God help you, you wanted them to.

—-

Bucky’s birthday rolled around not too long after that, a crisp March day bright with newfound sunlight and celebration.

Steve had apologized to you and you to him, yet there was something unfinished there. He still held you at arms length.

Nevertheless, you were able to have a fun day celebrating your “old man,” as you joked about Bucky. Steve’s eyes flashed and Bucky’s jaw clenched when you said it. 

And when you kissed him on the cheek after wishing him happy birthday, Steve’s cock hardened when he noticed the way Bucky’s fingers twitched on your lower back.

Bucky had never been one for birthdays. For too many years, they were just another mark on a calendar he didn’t remember, a reminder of how much time had slipped through his fingers like sand.

But now, things were different. Bucky was bolder now.

The older Bucky got, the more he leaned into asking for what he wanted. And for what he needed.

Because of that newfound boldness, now he had Steve.

And this year, he had you.

Was that right?

Maybe he should’ve questioned the way you had slipped into their lives like you were always meant to be there, and the way his body recognized your presence before his mind did.

But it was all so obvious.

He noticed it in the way Steve looked at you, that quiet hunger he tried to reign in but never quite managed to. He felt it in himself, in the way his pulse jumped when you laughed, in the way his fingers twitched with the need to touch you. It was also in the way his stomach tightened whenever you looked straight through him into his essence.

Only Steve had been able to do that before. 

And Steve was lost, too. His eyes followed you when you walked out of a room, like he was waiting for the moment you'd return. 

Strangely Bucky wasn’t jealous, but at first he was alarmed when he noticed the way you looked at both him and Steve. Like you were just waiting for one of them to finally say it out loud.

But then he realized that he just needed to ask for what he wanted. For what he and Steve both needed.

So Bucky did.

It was 2 AM of the morning after night of his birthday, the three of you the last hangers on in the living room of their apartment. Each time you made to leave, one of them drew you into another conversation.

Finally, Steve lit the match.

He asked Bucky what he wished for when he blew out his candles.

Bucky didn’t even hesitate because he wasn’t good at pretending. Never had been.

"I wished for Sparrow to join us," he said simply, leaning back against the couch, watching as Steve processed his words.

Neither you, nor Steve, had to question what he meant. The meaning was painfully clear.

Steve’s blue eyes flickered with something unreadable. His jaw tightened as his fingers flexed against his thigh. Bucky could tell he was already overthinking, probably considering a dozen different ways this could go wrong. 

That was just the way Steve was, always careful, always considerate. Even to the point of denying himself.

But Bucky knew Steve wanted this too.

Across from them, you stilled. Then, slowly, like you wanted them to see, you tilted your head and uncrossed your legs in your short skirt, just to cross them again, the smooth slide of your thighs against each other made Bucky’s mouth go dry and Steve’s pulse race.

A smirk played at the edge of your lips, but your eyes gave you away. There was curiosity there, something that said you’ve thought about this too.

Bucky pretended to be cool even as tension and heat coiled tight in his gut. 

"It’s my birthday. And I figured—why not make it interesting?"

Steve exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand through his golden hair, his ears tinged red. Bucky knew that look. 

He had seen it in battle, right before Steve made a decision that would change everything. 

He’d seen it in private, right before Steve begged for his cock.

Steve’s gaze flickered to you, then back at Bucky, then at you again. He and Bucky had built something solid between them, something unshakable, but he couldn't deny there was a certain pull whenever you were around.

The tension, the glances, the way you fit so seamlessly into their lives. It was heady.

You sat watching the scene, eyes flickering between them with interest.

"You don't have to say yes," Bucky said, giving Steve an easy out. 

But he smirked anyway, because deep down, he already knew what the answer would be. Steve was flustered, Bucky could tell, but not upset. 

No, this was something else.

"You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?" you asked Bucky, your voice smooth, teasing.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea," Bucky chuckled.

You gasped as if those words alone sent a jolt through you. Then you hummed trying to remain calm as you tapped a finger against your knee, eyes flickering toward Steve. 

"And you, Captain?"

Steve’s breath hitched just slightly as he gazed at you. Small, but Bucky caught it.

And when Steve’s gaze landed back on him, slow and deliberate, Bucky felt it. That heat. That unspoken understanding. 

Bucky saw it happen in real time, the shift in Steve’s expression, the way his pupils blew wide, the way his fingers twitched like he was fighting the urge to reach for you right now.

Steve smiled and his voice was a low rasp when he finally spoke.

"Happy birthday, Buck."

Bucky grinned.

—

The second Steve said it, the air in the room changed.

You didn’t move right away, just watched them, your breath just a little uneven. Bucky could feel your body heat, close enough to touch. Close enough to ruin.

He’d imagined this. Countless times. 

What it would be like to have you here, caught between him and Steve, wanting them.

But reality was so much better.

Bucky reached out first, metal fingers around your wrist, pulling you up and forward until you landed on his lap with a soft gasp. His other hand found your waist, grinding you against him. Your body was warm, soft, and pliant in all the ways he had dreamed about.

"You sure about this, sweetheart?" he murmured against your ear, his lips just barely brushing the sensitive skin there. 

His voice was rough and hungry.

You shivered in his grip. 

"I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t."

Bucky let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening. 

"Good."

Behind you, Steve shifted, so close Bucky could feel the desire radiating off him. When he spoke, his voice was thick.

"You look good like this," Steve murmured, and when you turned your head slightly to look at him, Bucky caught the way Steve's face changed to a look of pure lust.

Fuck.

Bucky had always known Steve wanted you, just as much as he did. He’d seen it in the way Steve watched you, in the way he tried to be respectful, to keep a distance, even though everything in him wanted to close it.

Not anymore. He was going to help Bucky thoroughly defile you.

Bucky leaned in, pressing his lips just beneath your jaw, smirking when he felt your pulse racing beneath his lips.

"You gonna let us take care of you, Sparrow?" he rasped. "Since it is my birthday, after all."

Your breath was uneven, but you didn’t hesitate. You turned slightly in his lap, your fingers reaching up to fist in Steve’s shirt, tugging him closer.

"Yes. I want you both to take care of me tonight.”

With those words, the space between all three of you disappeared in an instant. Bucky felt your body press against his, your breath warm against his neck, and it took everything in him not to lose himself right then and there. 

He wanted to take his time. He wanted to feel this, wanted to drag it out until you were breathless, until Steve’s control cracked, until all three of you were left trembling in the aftermath.

Steve’s lips hovered just above yours, his breath uneven. Bucky watched, enthralled, as you stared up at him, eyes dark and half-lidded.

"You absolutely certain about this?" Steve asked, voice low and thick with something deeper than just desire.

You reached up, moving your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down until your lips brushed his. 

"Never been more certain of anything."

Steve groaned softly, capturing your lips in a slow, hungry kiss. Bucky exhaled sharply, his grip on your waist tightening as he felt you melt between them.

Holy shit, this was happening.

Watching you kiss Steve, watching the way his hands skimmed over your sides and the way your body responded, Bucky swore he could feel it in his own skin.

When you finally pulled away, your breath hitched, and your lips were swollen as your eyes flickered toward Bucky. He smirked, tilting his head slightly, fingers grazing your jaw before he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own.

While Steve’s kiss had been slow and languid, Bucky’s was something else entirely.

Possessive. Starved.

You let out a soft sound against his mouth, your fingers tightening in his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his metal hand trailing up your spine, cold against the heat of your skin. You shivered, arching just slightly, and hell, that was enough to drive him crazy.

Behind you, Steve let out a low chuckle, pressing closer, his lips grazing your collarbone. 

"Didn’t think you’d be the greedy one, Buck," he murmured, amused.

Bucky smirked against your lips. 

"Oh, I know how to share." 

His blue eyes flickered between both of you, dark and full of promise. 

"Especially when it’s something this good."

Your breath came in shallow pants, eyes flickering between them, heat pooling between the three of you, thick enough to drown in.

Steve’s fingers traced the curve of your jaw, tilting your face back toward him, his lips barely ghosting over yours as he whispered, “You sure you can handle us both, Sweetheart?”

His voice was teasing, but beneath it was reverence, like he needed to be sure before he let himself fall. This was the fourth time they’d asked for your consent.

They were really about to ruin you.

“Guess we’re about to find out,” you murmured.

A soft, delighted hum rumbled in Steve’s chest behind you. Bucky caught the way your body shivered at the sensation of the warmth of Steve pressed against your back and at the weight of Bucky in front of you. 

Sandwiched between them, you fit perfectly, like you had always belonged here, like this was inevitable.

“We should take our time with this,” Steve murmured against the skin of your neck.

“Make sure she knows exactly what she’s gotten herself into.”

Bucky smirked, sliding his metal hand up your spine, relishing the way you arched into his touch. 

“That sounds like a plan, Stevie.”

The way they were talking about you as if you weren’t there served to make you wetter than you already were. You wanted to be used by them for their pleasure.

For yours. 

The two men looked at each other in a silent exchange that didn’t need words. It had always been that way between them. Decades of understanding built through war, through loss, and through finding each other over and over again despite the odds. 

But this?

This was new.

Sharing something, someone, this intimately wasn’t just about lust. 

It was trust. It was knowing Steve would move when Bucky moved, and that Steve would read him the way he always had. It was knowing that they could balance each other, even in this.

And you were centered in it, the tether between them, the unspoken possibility they had both been too afraid to touch until now.

Bucky slid his hand to the back of your neck, guiding your lips back to his. He kissed you slowly and deeply, savoring the way you melted into him, the way you rolled yourself over him. 

The sound of your soft sigh sent heat curling in his stomach, and just as he deepened it, Steve’s hand slid over your hips, grinding you down harder on Bucky’s lap.

“Fuck, you feel s’good, Bucky”

You were already lust drunk, the thought that you would have them both electrifying your body. And your mind.

“Think she likes this,” Steve mused, fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt.

“What do you think, Buck?”

Bucky pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes dark, searching. You were breathless, caught between them, pupils blown wide.

“Oh, she loves this,” he murmured, dragging his metal fingers down your spine again, watching the way you arched your back, feeling the heat pool between your legs.

Steve hummed in approval, his grip on your shirt turned to pulling it up and over your head. Bucky’s eyes widened at the fact that you didn’t have on a bra. Well, he’d guessed at it earlier as his eyes took in your body, but seeing you in the flesh, and in his face made his blood heat. 

When Steve grabbed your tits and, softly at first, then more urgently pulled and rolled your nipples, Bucky licked his lips and glanced over your shoulder before he leaned down and sucked you through Steve’s fingers. 

You threw your head back on Steve’s chest as you rode Bucky’s straining jeans covered cock.

Oh, this was heaven.

“Open your eyes, Sparrow.” 

You hadn’t even realized you’d closed them. You opened your eyes as Bucky’s hands went to your thighs and spread you wider against him. The move bunched your skirt high up around your hips, leaving you with only your panties covering you. 

Steve watched as Bucky pulled your dress higher yet and then palm your pussy through your panties. He reached down and together, the two men tore your panties and tossed them aside like they were made of tissue paper.

“She’s so wet, Stevie. Wet and…” 

Bucky slid his hand to your pussy and pushed two fingers into you.

“…Tight. Holy fuck she’s going to feel so good.” 

You rocked your hips to take his fingers deeper, but he gripped you with his metal hand, forcing you still.

“"M gonna fuck you first since it's my birthday. But should we show Steve what he’s missing?” 

Bucky’s touch, while authoritative and demanding, was nothing less than reverent. And Steve’s gaze was on you as much as it was on Bucky. 

You made a noise that must have been enough for Bucky, because he turned you around on his lap as Steve backed up for a better view. Bucky palmed and finger fucked you for Steve’s benefit.

And yours.

You moaned and squirmed in his clutch, while the only reaction from the blond was a tightening in Steve’s jaw and his blue eyes going molten steel. Bucky laughed softly. 

“I’ll tell you a secret, Sparrow. I’ve never met a man with better control than Steve. It’s downright supernatural. It’ll take a better show than this to get him over back over here to put his hands all over you.” 

He nipped your earlobe. 

“If you make it very, very good, I’ll even let him use his mouth.” 

There wasn’t enough air in the room. There couldn’t be. Your breath hitched in your lungs, and it took you two tries to force words out. 

“What–what if I want his cock?” 

This time, Bucky’s laughter filled the room. He sat up, taking you with him, and positioned you with your legs on either side of his thighs. 

“Tell her, Stevie.” 

The other man crossed his arms across his broad chest, his features cold. Why did that turn you on so much?

“After what you did on that last mission, you have to earn my cock, Sparrow.” 

His arrogance should have been a turnoff. It should have made you want to put him in his place and make him earn access to you. Instead, a part of you that you just met whispered in your brain.

I want to earn your cock, Steve. Just tell me what I need to do. 

You slammed your mouth shut hard enough that your teeth clicked to avoid giving voice to those thoughts. You took a breath, and then another, then leaned back against Bucky more firmly. 

“Then let me play with you, Sargeant.” 

Bucky didn’t laugh again. You were a team now, testing Steve’s restraint. He let you stand and guided you out of your clothes.  A few seconds later, his shirt joined the growing pile, then he sat you back down on him again. 

The shock of his bare skin against your own drew a small moan rom your lips. There wasn’t a soft spot on his body, and he caged you with his chest and arms, one flesh and one metal, holding you open for Steve’s perusal. 

You twisted to offer him your mouth, needing to taste him again, and Bucky didn’t hesitate to give in to your unspoken request. His tongue tangled with yours, and he cupped your bare breasts and pinched your nipples to aching peaks. Bucky spread his thighs, forcing yours wider.

You felt Steve’s gaze all over you: On the curve of your neck. Following the path of Bucky’s hands. Centering where your pussy was exposed.

You felt it as if he’d reached out and touched you. 

Or maybe it was Bucky responsible for those sensations. It was too much and not enough and you whimpered against his mouth. 

“Stop teasing and touch me.” 

You grabbed his hand and pressed it between your spread thighs. 

“Please, Bucky. I’m gonna die if you don’t make me cum..” 

“Can’t have that, can we Stevie?” 

He looked him in the eye as he drew your wetness up around your clit with a single finger and circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, easily finding the motion that made your entire body go tight and hot. You opened your eyes and met Steve’s gaze as your orgasm spiraled closer and closer. 

A challenge rolled around your brain.

I’ll get what I want, and you’ll have to watch while it happens, knowing you could have been a part of it.

Bucky, damn him, seemed to know exactly you were thinking. He slowed his pace, dragging it out. You whimpered.

“You see how he looks at you? He’s seconds away from stalking over here, smacking my hand away, and licking that pretty pussy until he takes your orgasm for himself.” 

You made that soft whimpering sound again. The whole situation was overwhelming your senses, dragging you into a place where every part of you centered around these two men. 

“Please!” 

You didn’t know what you were pleading for. An orgasm. Bucky. Steve. All three. 

“I’ll make you a deal, Sparrow,” Bucky murmured in your ear, his finger never stopping its slow circles that seemed designed to keep you on the edge but never take you over it. 

“I’ll let you choose this time. Who do you want to gift this orgasm to?” 

“Both!” 

The answer tore itself from your lips, too honest for your own good. Steve grinned. His white teeth flashed and his eyes lit up with amusement, the whole effect knocking him from just handsome to downright dangerous. 

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into, you thought. 

Bucky kissed the back of your neck.

“Good girl.” 

He slid his hand away from you cunt as you grunted in displeasure.

“Stop playing and get over here, Steve. We’ve got to take care of our girl.”

Steve walked toward you and stopped to tip up your face, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip.

“This mouth was made for one thing.” 

You caught his thumb between your teeth and bit him, just hard enough to get his attention. You felt off-center and floaty and needy, but you weren't weak. 

You lifted your chin at the same time you looked at the bulge in his pants.

“Then do something about it.” 

There it was again. The heat radiating off of Steve that made you sure he wanted to ruin you. You shifted, but Bucky held you, caged and spread by your thighs and your elbows behind you.

You rocked your ass back against his cock, desperate for him to lose control the same way you were on the verge of doing. 

Steve just stood there, staring down at you with his mouth quirked in a smile. He released your mouth and shook his head.

“You haven’t earned my cock and you damn well know it.” 

He kneeled and braced his hands on Bucky’s legs. His knuckles dragged along your inner thighs, close enough to where you wanted him that you felt his heat near your clit

Steve leaned towards your face, his dark eyes intent, and you braced for another kiss. 

But he didn’t kiss you. He dragged his rough cheek against yours, and you twisted as best you could to watch him take Bucky’s mouth. 

You stared in shock as they kissed right next to you.

No, calling it a kiss was too mundane.

Steve and Bucky came together like two titans clashing, like opposing forces of nature, where one had to submit or they would destroy each other. Bucky shifted his grip on your elbows to one hand and used his free hand to tangle his fingers in Steve’s hair. 

He disconnected the kiss, and Steve groaned softly. You felt it as intensely as if it had come from your own throat. Bucky raked his teeth over Steve’s bottom lip as they parted, his blue eyes darker than they’d been before. He ran his thumb over Steve’s bruised mouth, mirroring what Steve had done to you. 

“You give her your cock when I say you do. Not before.” 

Through some unspoken agreement, they reversed positions. Bucky released your arms and Steve caught your wrists in a single hand before you had a chance to fully appreciate your freedom. He dropped onto the couch with you sprawled on his lap. 

You huffed out a breath. 

“I can move on my own, you know.” 

“We like moving you.” 

Bucky knelt between your and Steve’s spread thighs. 

“And you like being moved by us.”

He looked up at you and whatever smartass comment you were thinking of disappeared into thin air.

 “Wider, Stevie. I want to see all of her.” 

Steve responded, spreading his thighs and parting your legs further. Bucky ran his thumbs up the dip where your thigh met your pussy, exploring, his expression intense as if committing every bit of you to memory. 

He glanced at Steve, and that was all the other man needed to guide your hands down to the couch on either side of his hips. 

“Don’t move.” 

Steve spoke softly in your ear, as if too much volume would break through the spell Bucky wove around you three with his touch. Steve released you and you realized that he wanted his hands free, too. 

Lust made your head spin. 

You nodded, “Okay.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the quirk of his lips. 

“Good girl.” 

Steve ran his hands up your stomach and cupped your breasts as Bucky dipped his head and dragged his tongue up your center. Your body went hot and cold, tight and unfurled, all at the same time.

You gripped the edge of the couch cushions with everything you had and bit your lip hard. It was only when Steve nudged you back to lean fully against his chest that you realized you were frozen in a half sit-up, waiting for Bucky’s next move.

The man between your thighs chuckled, the sound vibrating across your skin to your clit. 

“Let Steve watch, Sparrow.” 

Steve moved your thick hair to the side with one hand and dragged his mouth along the line of your shoulder up to your neck. His beard prickled against your skin, which only made the smooth slide of Bucky’s tongue even more intoxicating. 

Your brain couldn’t handle the onslaught of sensation. 

Bucky’s hands gripped your thighs as his mouth worked your pussy. Steve played with your nipples as he sucked on the pulse point in your neck. A sound came out of your mouth that you’d never heard before, a keening cry that was more animal than human. 

“There you are,” Steve murmured.

Bucky speared into you with two fingers, and then a third, spreading you almost painfully, the sensation completely at odds with the way he sucked your clit. He met your gaze and then looked over your shoulder, and you knew he and Steve were watching each other as Bucky ate your pussy. 

The realization sent you hurtling into an orgasm that blanked what few thoughts you had left in your head and bowed your back sharply enough that you would have fallen off Steve’s lap if both men hadn’t held you down. 

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh my god, oh shit.” 

You were just saying words as you experienced the feelings.

Bucky brought you down gently, giving your clit one last thorough suck and shifted to ever-widening circles as your pulses slowed down. He nipped your thigh and sat back on his heels. 

“We’ve barely gotten started.” 

You blinked at him. 

“I don’t know if I can survive more.” 

“You can take it.” 

This from Steve. He reached down and cupped your pussy, his fingers huge and causing you to dream of his cock.

“Change your mind yet, Sparrow?”

“Is that a trick question?”

They had gotten you off harder than you’d gotten off… well, ever. You weren’t about to stop now.

“I want this.”

Bucky didn’t take his gaze from your face as he unbuttoned his jeans and underwear and replied, “Good.”

You weren’t as polite. You stared at his cock.

Holy shit, you thought.

You’d known he was big, but he wasn’t just big, he was big.

“Oh fuck,” was what you said aloud.

“That’s the idea.”

Steve lifted you and turned you around as Bucky caught your hips. You ended up with your hands on the back of the couch on either side of Steve’s head, your legs wide on the outside of his thighs as you were bent over, tits very nearly in his face. 

You looked from his beautiful eyes down to his jeans, to where his large cock was straining against the heavy material. You licked your lips, but Steve used a single finger to tilt your chin back up.

“Not. Yet.”

Bucky stroked his metal hand down your spine and gripped your hip as he lined up at your entrance and you tensed, thinking he would slam home in one thrust.

Or maybe you were hoping.

Instead, he held you tightly so that you couldn’t throw it back on him, and teased you, one delicious inch at a time. 

“More, Bucky, moreeeee…”

You were desperate.

Steve shut you up with his mouth, his tongue twisting over yours as Bucky shoved into you to the hilt. Steve cut the kiss off prematurely, then sat back with a smirk as Bucky started fucking you.

“Oh. My. GOD!”

Bucky drove into you again and again, making you sob. He felt so fucking good. Pleasure spiraled through you, and you didn’t know if it was Bucky’s cock, or the way Steve was watching, or both, but you were so close so soon.

Bucky stilled, buried deep, then leaned over and braced his hand on the back of the couch, caging you in with his chest to your back. 

Steve moved, sliding down to sit on the floor.

“What are you…? Oh fuck…”

The words choked out of you as Steve captured your hips, his and Bucky’s hands entertwining around you, and then his mouth was on you.

“OH GODDDDD.”

“Not God, Sparrow, Steve.” 

Bucky started moving again slowly, and you weren’t able to do anything but take what they were doing to you.

Steve was relentless, and there was nothing restrained in the way his mouth moved over your pussy. He tongued your clit even as Bucky fucked you, and their hands clasped you so hard, that you were sure there would be bruises later.

The thought brought you closer to the brink.

You were gripping the couch so hard that your knuckles went white, and the wood inside was cracking from your strength.

The sight of Steve's golden head between your thighs, of knowing exactly how close it was to Bucky’s cock sent you speeding toward the edge.

Bucky seemed to read your mind. 

“Another time, and it would be a stroke for your pussy and one for his mouth,” he chuckled as he palmed your breast and rolled your nipple.

“You’d like that.”

“Yes!” you gasped.

Like didn’t even begin to describe how that image made you feel. And when Bucky’s fingers laced through Steve’s hair, holding him to your clit, it was too much. You could only imagine what Steve was doing to Bucky as well as you. And the image tipped you over the cliff.

Your orgasm buckled your knees and it was Steve and Bucky that kept you on your feet. They held you in place as Bucky kept fucking you, his strokes becoming wilder.

How could one person endure this much pleasure?

The pressure built until you couldn’t hold it any more and then the pleasure caused you to release, squirting all over Steve and all of you melted into a puddle on top of him.

You were speechless, as both Bucky and Steve soothed you with their hands, and words that were meaningless murmurs because of the blood rushing in your ears.

There was no mistaking that this wasn’t over yet. And that you didn’t want it to be.

Bucky stood up, and lifted you in his arms, looking at you for a minute as Steve started down the hallway ahead of you, stripping off his clothes.

You heard the shower start as Bucky murmured.

“Been one hell of a birthday so far. Stay with us tonight?”

“Yes,” you managed to whisper as Bucky claimed your lips again.

“Happy Birthday Bucky Barnes.”

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[soldiersgirl]

NOT IN THE SAME WAY .ᐟ

summary ⭑ you couldn't work out if you loved him or hated him, but all you knew is that you needed each other, no matter the cost. (based on this request). cw ⭑ fem!reader x soldier boy. 18+ smut/angst (mdni). mutual pining. flirting. mentions of cheating. reader has a bf. break-up mentions. guilt tripping. mentions of reader's past trauma. swearing. kissing. unprotected p in v (wrap it up). oral (f receiving.) fingering. masturbating (f). spit play. spanking. slapping. squirting. dirty talk. begging. sir kink. degradation. overstimulation. pet names (slut, whore, doll, good girl). word count ⭑ 4,493 words.

life used to be simple, nice, easy. you had your friends, your hobbies, your supporting boyfriend. you couldn't have asked for a better life, yet you always felt that something was missing. it was all too simple, too nice and too easy. you searched and craved for new, different. and no matter how much it scared and worried those around you, you never felt more alive than when you, alongside your childhood best friend hughie campbell, joined the boys and their suicide mission of taking down homelander, and more importantly vought.

like many others, you had had your unfortunate run-ins with vought and their supes with their catastrophic attempts to "save lives" and "bring justice". you had watched your best friend get crushed under a toppled sky scraper right in front of your own feet, thanks to homelander and some supposed bank robbers. no matter how many pr specialists vought hired, you knew the real truth. it was just typical homelander recklessness. you had spent weeks trying to get the bloodstains out of your favourite white sneakers. now they just stood abandoned in the back of your closet alongside your discarded vought merch, most notably your once-beloved soldier boy action figure.

standing toe-to-toe with soldier boy was something you had never expected. his presence as commanding and domineering as the rumours had stated, his gaze harsh and his lips always in a default sneer as he lazily trudged around the boys hq.

"not impressed, eh?" butcher laughed as ben's fingers traced along the edge of your desk, momentarily catching your eyes and giving you his signature smirk.

"what a fuckin' shithole. should've stayed with the commies, if this is what you're fuckin' offerin'." ben grumbles as he turns his back on you and leans against your desk, messing up your organised papers and staring directly at butcher who only chuckled in response.

"keep your flippin' knickers on. you'll get your own apartment tonight, a'right? she will show you where it is la'er." you shoot up from your desk and shake your head in defiance. your dislike and distrust for supes grew inch by inch with each passing day and you weren't willing to serve them hand and foot, like butcher expected you to. like he said with that cheshire cat smile; "happy supe, happy life."

"nuh huh! i have date night with my boyfriend! i told you this." you almost whine. you had cancelled twice in a row due to your duties and he was growing increasingly impatient with you. you knew you didn't have many chances left and you couldn't risk losing the one constant you had in your life.

"too. fuckin'. bad. we need you for this. hughie, m.m and i got some old friends to visit. annie's gotta stay under the radar. kimiko and frenchie are at the bleedin' hospital. that leaves you." butcher juts his finger at you as soldier boy slowly turns and silently analyses you. in retaliation, you strike up your middle finger at butcher and reluctantly stealing a glance at the psycho that sat before you. a cold dread settled in your bones as you both stared into, what felt like, each other's souls and all you saw was trouble. and you couldn't make yourself look away, no matter how much your mind willed it.

BRRRRR! BRRRRR! - hello? - hi babe... it's me. - let me fucking guess, you're cancelling again? - i.. no, yes. please, don't be mad! i had no choice, literally butch- - stop with the fucking excuses. i can't hear it anymore. i'm sleeping at my brothers place tonight. i'll call you when i'm ready to talk again. - babe, please! i'm so sorry, i love y– CLICK.

you pushed your phone deep into your jeans and ignored the smirking soldier boy next to you as you walked together in silence towards his apartment. you could feel he was dying to say something, anything, but your furrowed brows and the roll of a singular tear down your face deterred him, your mascara leaving a small stain on the apple of your cheeks. the silence continued as you unlocked his front door, slipped inside and handed him the keys as you gazed around the barren room that only had the essentials and lacked any form of welcome.

"so, yeah. this is it. your own place, soldier boy." the rusted kitchen chair creaked as you slowly eased down onto it, watching him as he glanced around and ran his fingers over the worn sofa, playing with a loose thread before his eyes finally settled on you.

"ben." he coughs before charging into the bedroom and checking out the bathroom. how could america's #1 live in a place like this?, he thought to himself. what a fucking disgrace, this is.

"ben." you repeat under your breath, not enjoying the taste it left on your tongue. it was bitter and unwelcoming, much like his attitude. he swaggered back into the living room and leaned up against the back of the sofa, crossing his strong arms over one another and resting his gaze on you once more. you physically squirmed each time his eyes fell on you, like he could hear your thoughts of discontent and mistrust. "well." you clap your thighs, preparing to leave. you didn't want to spend more time with him than you needed to. he made you feel vulnerable, weak, in danger; just like all the other supes do.

"sorry 'bout your little boyfriend." he offhandedly states, his trademark smirk nowhere to be found as your eyes meet his in surprise. you stand frozen in your spot, your head tilting as you consider his words.

"oh.. thanks. no need." you mutter. "ben." you instinctively add, testing out his name again. the taste was sweeter this time; less bitter and more pleasant, somehow.

"been together long?" he continues, surprising you.

"uh, 6 years." you nod, not wanting to reveal more than you have to, to him.

"hm, does he hate supes as much as you? or is that your own hobby?" he darkly chuckles.

"i don't hate supes, i–"

"don't lie to me, sweetheart. hughie told me everything. he's like a teenage girl at a sleepover, won't stop fuckin' gossiping and spilling every little secret." you accept your fate and just slowly nod. thank you hughie for pissing off one of the world's strongest supers, ever, it was just what you needed on top of everything else.

"i'm not going to apologise for my feelings." you stand your ground, copying his crossed arms and, almost, macabre seriousness.

"i'm sorry about your friend." he almost cuts you off, interrupting your annoyance.

"i don't need your apologies." you sigh. "i just need to do to your fucking job and help us." kicking the chair as you hurry to leave his apartment, his words melting into your bones, making you feel heavy as your mind reels about the accident. as you rush past him, he roughly grabs you by the forearm before, just as quickly, letting go.

"i'll help you. you can trust me." his voice, uncharacteristically soft, makes your heart beat flutter. you want to believe him, but the alarm bells are going off in your head. you flinch away from him, grabbing the arm of your jacket to comfort yourself.

"it's not what you think." and with that, you flee out into the cold new york air, away from the venus fly-trap that is soldier boy.

two things are certain. no matter how hard you try, you can't make it up to your boyfriend. and no matter how hard you try, you can't avoid ben. the more your boyfriend was giving you the cold shoulder, deservedly so, the more you sought out any welcome distraction and ben wasn't going to deny himself the pleasure of you.

long nights in the flatiron building with meetings, brainstorms and debriefs meant less time with your boyfriend and more time with be–, no sorry. the boys, you meant the boys. it was just easier to be at the hq than at home, where nothing but slamming doors and passive aggressiveness thrived. you tried to fix it all; making promises that only end up broken, dates that go unattended and messages left unread and forgotten. somebody else was always at hq, so you never got the moment to sink into despair and lose yourself in guilt. you longed to feel anything other than shame and ben's attention breathed life into you.

his longing glances at you as you pranced around the office, checking up on the boys and double-checking details of plans. the way his hands would accidentally brush against yours as you walked past one another or when his hands lingered too long on your waist when squeezing past you. if he made himself a coffee, he would pour you a cup as well, seeing as "he was already doing it" and let his hands linger on yours for a second too long before pulling back and showing off that devilish smile. he'd always greet you, ask you how you're doing. harmless flirting never hurt anybody, because that's all it was. harmless flirting that was never going to lead anywhere, because you loved your boyfriend. you were sure you did, he certainly loved you. and ben was just... fun, lighthearted fun.

as time went on, you couldn't quite work out ben's angle but you could feel that you lost yourself more and more with each small touch, glance, word that he directed towards just you. you couldn't help but reciprocate each look and fluttering touch. you were like a feather in a hurricane named ben, completely at his mercy. he was filling a void that was emptying out quicker than you could handle.

but then he would shift, like the changing tides of a raging storm. his smiles transforming into scowls, his fleeting touches becoming few and far-between, his soft words of encouragement devolved into yelled, harsh remarks. you would get into feverish arguments, calling him a psycho before storming out of the hq and finding yourself crying in the toilets. you'd recklessly threaten with pouring his pills down the sink, telling butcher that allowing ben to join the boys was his worst idea yet as ben stood and muttered obscenities behind you.

you know what you were playing with, you knew you were tempting trouble. but when everything you knew was falling apart around you, you grabbed onto what was closest and it just happened to be ben.

god help you, it made you feel sick. you grappled with your feelings for weeks. sometimes you could justify it with "you deserve happiness, no matter how it looks, you've been having a hard time. it's all harmless, right? flirting isn't a crime", but it always turned into your best friend's voice repeating the same mean sentiment, over and over. "you're fucking sick. wanting someone who destroyed the life that you knew. who killed me. he is one of them. you should be the one in the grave, not me. i wouldn't do this to you." and when you would turn to your boyfriend for those rare moments of comfort in grief, when you weren't shouting at each other, his hands and words didn't feel right. didn't ignite your skin the way his did. not in the same way.

"he broke it off last night." you shake and shiver in ben's grimy hallway, not knowing where else to turn. you could've gone anywhere, called your parents, but your weary bones carried you right to his door. he silently stepped aside, welcoming you in as you shed your soaked jacket and pushed away your drenched hair from your tear-stained face. a beat passes before he closes the door, another before he turns and gazes those emerald eyes deep into yours.

like a deer caught in his headlights, you stiffen. another pause. he brushes past you, as if everything's normal and takes his usual seat on the sofa to continue watching his show. unsure of what to do with yourself, watch the back of his head as the bile slowly climbs your throat and you struggle to swallow it.

what were you doing? why did you come here? he's the last person you should–

"sit down." his voice disrupts your silent tirade and he claps the cushion next to him.

"i'm soaking." this elicits a snort and a chuckle from the supe before he gets up with a sigh, disappears into his bedroom and walks out with a change of clothes for you. he shoves them into your hands, avoiding your doleful eyes altogether and settling back down in front of the tv. your chest burned and your eyes stung with the tears that threatened to spill over, no matter how much you prayed they wouldn't. after peeling off your clothes and pulling his oversized t-shirt and sweatpants that loosely hung from your limbs, you carefully climbed onto his sofa and sat with baited breath.

you were almost serving yourself on a silver platter to him, but he wasn't biting. every inch of you was burning, waiting for the torment to end, for anything to happen.

"why did you come here?" he asks, his eyes not leaving the tv for a second as he nurses his beer. you stutter and splutter for a second.

"i'm not really sure." you answer truthfully, kind of. he lets out another rough chuckle, running his hands through his chestnut locks and all you can focus on is his arms. the veins that curl around it, the scars that litter it from battles fought long ago.

"i never took you for a liar." he shrugs.

"i'm not." he sucks his teeth and shakes his head at your response.

"if you can't even admit, why you're fuckin' here, then you gotta get the fuck out." his tone grows rougher with each word.

"i'm not." you repeat, just a bit louder. "leaving." you whisper. "please, don't make me go, ben."

"i don't have time for your shittin' mind games." he pushes himself off the sofa and gets himself another beer. you turn and twist in your seat and watch his every move. open the beer, down it, pause. open another. "i got my own issues, can't help you with that fuck-nut you call a boyfriend."

"ex-boyfriend." you whisper and ben sighs.

"point is, you gotta fuckin' leave if you're gonna lie. why did you come here?"

"i came here, because i thought we were friends." you admit. and it was true, to a certain degree. you didn't know what you and ben were and you were fine with never finding out, up until this moment.

"friends? me and you? you think we're just pals?" he laughs to himself, planting seeds of doubt into your already anxious mind. "sweetheart. we're far from friends. i haven't had a fuckin' friend since nicaragua and you think i'd pick you?" he points the bottom of his beer bottle at you. "nah. we're not friends. because what i want to do to you, a friend wouldn't do to a friend." he says too nonchalantly, as if it's a fact shared between the two of you.

"what.." you swallow your rising anxiety. "what do you want to do to me?" you pull your knees to your chest, centering yourself as your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

"i think we both know that, don't we?" he hums, raising an eyebrow. "you're a smart girl, i see how hard you work for that cock-sucker butcher. don't be actin' all brain-dead now." he leaves his half-drunk beer bottle behind and slowly paces over to you. he reaches out and runs a rough finger down your cheek and under your jaw before dropping his hand. silence ensues as neither wants to be the first to break, to take that first step.

"what are we... if we're aren't friends?" you ask. curiosity killed the cat.

"whatever you want me to be." he mutters. but satisfaction brought it back. his touch was uncharacteristically soft as he brushed your damp hair away from your face and rested his hand on the back of your neck. he sucks his teeth before sighing deeply and cocking his head, watching you intensely. his long eyelashes fluttered as his eyes glanced over each of your features, taking the time to fully appreciate your beauty. "i can't say no to you." he quietly admits.

"why?" his eyes dramatically roll into the back of his head. what a dumb fucking question.

"we're good at this game, aren't we?" he retracts his hand and you almost whine at the loss of his strong hand on you. "but i don't wanna play this game no more. do you?" your innocent eyes could have killed ben right there and then. your pupils blown and filled with... fear? desire? he could never fully read you, the way he could everyone else.

he always wanted to dig into your skull and figure out how your brain worked, wanting to know the intricacies of you. exactly what you wished to do to him.

he dragged a thumb over your tear-stained cheeks and tugged on them, ever so slightly, reminding him of your youth and naivety, both he had lost at an early age. he battled with himself as the silence hung over you. the calm before the storm. he had tried to push you away but he always found himself drawn to you, like a soldier called to war. it was inevitable and undeniable. "why are you really here?" he asks for the third and final time, your last chance to be honest with him.

"y-you know why i'm here." your chest heaves and constricts as you finally admit the hidden truth between the two of you. that's all ben needed as he threaded his fingers through the hair on the nape of your neck, tugging you up to him against his toned chest before connecting your longing lips with his. the feeling of his soft lips finally against yours is the closest to heaven, you were sure you'd ever get to. he tugged on your hair, earning him a small whimper from you which only fuelled his desire more. that was a sound he would never get tired of. your tongues danced, finding the perfect rhythm before his glides across your teeth and swallows your high-pitched moans while his free hand, instinctively, palms your ass through his borrowed sweatpants. he breaks off the kiss only to forcefully grab you, hoist you over the sofa into his strong arms as you wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you to the bedroom and throw you onto his bed. you expect him to be on you like a bee with honey, but instead he watches you as his herculean hands glide over his unignorable bulge.

"take it off." he grunts. he could barely contain himself as you rolled off his sweatpants, revealing the cutest pair of pink panties he had ever laid eyes on. your hands tremble ever so slightly as you go to take off his t-shirt revealing your bare chest to him. goosebumps rippled across your skin as his eyes fell to your perked nipples that were begging for his attention. ben was convinced that this was his personal heaven, his gift for being the loyal soldier he always had been. his bites and nibbles on his lips as you roll your shoulders back and lean back on your forearms and look up at him those eyes, exposing yourself to him. giving yourself over to him completely. "fuuuck..." ben sighs as he falls to his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbing your feet and tugging you closer so his stubble brushes up against the inside of your velvet thighs. you try your best to clench your thighs together and knock your knees against each other to hide the growing damp spot in your pink panties. "don't be a fuckin' tease now." ben grunts as he pushes your knees down and thighs apart, a grin spreading across his aged face. his finger prods your needy clit with a low chuckle before delicately running it up and down your clothed slit whilst pressing soft, teasing kisses to your trembling thighs.

"ben..." you whine, your hands fisting the sheets and turning white in anticipation. he hums as he rests his head on your thigh, admiring the scattered rising and falling of your chest as he continues to play with you. he had barely even laid a hand on you and you were already quivering underneath him.

"look at you. so fuckin' desperate, hm?" a soft kiss pressed against your clothed cunt followed by his tongue dragging over the same spot. torture. "'m sure that sack of shit, you call your ex, never made you feel like this, huh? one night with me and you're already so fuckin' pathetic." he hooks his fingers into your panties, roughly tugs them off and marvels at the sight of your weeping cunt as you keep your legs spread wide open for him. "sucha good girl." he mutters against your folds before hungrily diving his trained tongue between them and savouring the sweet taste of you. your hands automatically fly down and tug on his wavy, chestnut locks as he loses himself in the sensation of your inviting folds. sucking, nipping, licking at every bit of you that he could get his starving mouth on. he reluctantly pulls back, a string of saliva connecting his swollen lips to your slick cunt, admiring his work. a gentle slap to your pussy jolts you out of your ecstasy before three more come crashing down. your hips involuntarily buck with each clap of his hand as your body craves his touch, his attention. "bet your little ex doesn't know how much of a closeted whore you are." a dark chuckle rumbles in his chest at your lewd reactions before stuffing two fingers into you, deliciously curling and hitting your g-spot immediately.

"ngh, ben! fuck, fuck, fuck." you can't help but roll your hips and ride his fingers, the pad of his palm bumping into your clit. he watched in awe as your cunt clenched and took his fingers with ease, like it was made for him. "i'm gonna cu–!" your words and climax cut off by ben roughly flipping you over and propping you up until all fours. he couldn't wait any longer, couldn't deny himself the pleasure of sinking himself into you. he hurriedly sheds his clothes, spits into his hand and spreads it from the tip of his girthy cock to the base as your hole clenches around the absence of him. he towers behind you, pushing your head deep into the mattress as you relinquish all control to him.

"who is my good girl?" he purrs as he pumps himself as he drinks in the the curve of your ass and hushed whimpers into the bedsheets, painfully craning your neck to just get a sight of him. your lack of immediate response earned a harsh slap to your ass from him and a yelp from you. he sloppily kisses the reddened skin, his tongue gliding over the imprint of his hand.

"i'm–." you hiccup. "i'm your good girl."

"sir." he mumbles against your ass.

"sir." you repeat. "i'm your good girl, sir." the bedsheets muffling your whines, but ben heard you loud enough and he straightens up with a shit-eating grin.

"yeah, you fuckin' are." a glob of spit falls from his lips and rolls down from your tight hole and down, settling into your folds. he gives himself one last pump before guiding his tip and pushing himself, almost lazily, into your desperate cunt. you feel each vein, each bump of his cock before he finally nestles himself into you, at a depth you didn't know possible. your breath coming out in short, shallow gasps as he sighs with content and pushes your face further into the mattress with the other hand grabbing tightly onto your hip for support. he drags himself out and audibly groans at the sight of your slick covering him before effortlessly slamming back into you, his hips snapping against yours. "your pussy was made for me, baby. taking me so well." he gasps as he throws his head back in pure exhilaration, your tight pussy welcoming and accommodating his cock with ease.

he was sure that in his over 100 years of existence, that he had never felt a pussy as tight as yours, that took him better than anyone else. the hypnotising sound of his skin against yours, his hands gliding over and grabbing at your smooth skin, pulling you closer to him. you couldn't concentrate on anything else; your senses were overwhelmed with ben and you never wanted it to end. you snake your hand between your sweaty thighs and rub messy circles your oversensitive clit as you, again, near your climax. your eyes and pussy flutter in unison as ben swats away your hand and replaces it with his own.

"god, if i knew you were this fuckin' filthy, i would've fucked you weeks ago. got me waitin' like a pussy-whipped bitch for you." he pats your clit, laughing as you flinch with each touch. "bet no one's ever fucked you, like you deserve. like the slut you are, huh?" he leans forward and creates a make-shift ponytail, wrenching your head and neck back to look into his blown pupils as he continues his rough pace. "good girls answer when i fuckin' talk to 'em." he pushes his sweaty forehead against yours, demanding all of your attention and no matter how hard you try, your mind is completely elsewhere. he was right, no one had ever fucked you like this and no one else ever could. he had ruined other men for you.

"you're the best, sir. best cock i've ever had, t–thank you." you stutter as he expertly hits your g-spot, making your speech falter and eyes look skyward. he reaches up and lightly taps you on your cheeks before grabbing your jaw as his momentum wanes.

"look at you." he coos. "fucking you stupid, ain't i?" he gives your cheek another tap, harsher this time. all you can do is nod in return, your brain foggy. "fuck. cock so good, it got you speechless." he sighs through gritted teeth as you whimper pathetically, completely at under his control.

"c-close, so. close." you mewl. "please, sir. please, let me cum on your cock." and with that ben yanks your head back even further, yanking on your hair and contorting your back so his mouth was next to your ear, nibbling and nipping as you cried out in pleasure. he pushes you back down again, keeping one hand pressing down against your face whilst the other furiously worked your clit; rubbing tight, calculated circles.

"c'mon, you can do it. cum on this cock, you're taking me so fuckin' well, doll." like a man addicted, he's completely transfixed with watching his cock thrust into your inviting cunt. "gonna fuck'n cum in you. you'd like that, wouldn't you? filled with my cum. tell me you want it." he accentuates his last words with sharp thrusts and you whine loudly in agreement. strained whimpers, shaking legs. finally, it hits you like a bullet. your body arches upon instinct and you cry out ben's name, repeating it like a mantra. your spongy walls clench furiously around ben, encouraging him to spur on as your cries pleasure turn into pleas.

"t-too much, too mu–"

"i know you can do it. my good girl." it was a sensation like you've never felt before, pure bliss. a primal groan rumbles in ben's chest and his arm tenses as he continuously rubs your engorged bundle of nerves. "wanna see you fuckin' squirt." your body convulses as you reach your final tipping point and squirt all over ben's hand and bed covers, fireworks exploding behind your eyes before you fall limp in his tight grasp. ben follows quickly behind and paints your walls with his cum, grunting loudly as he rutts into you. he pulls out and falls down next to you, a content smirk plastered across his face. he wipes his sweaty brow and pushes his hair back before reaching out and repeating the action on you. for a while, you just lay and look into each other eyes and although no words were spoken, a silent understanding bloomed between the two of you. he placed a soft, chaste kiss to your lips before rolling out of the bed, making his way to the bathroom as he loudly yawned and scratched the back of his head.

as you laid there in his disheveled bed and your own mess, you knew that no matter what he would never want you. not in the same way you wanted him; all to yourself. you knew in the morning you'd be waking up to your mistake and you'd never be the same, again.

a/n: this took way too long to write, but here we finally are. to the anon that requested this, pls accept my humblest apologies, you've been so patient with me omg <3 i hope it's exactly how u wanted it to be. this fic was based on yet another song (try to act surprised) and this time it's 5sos, one of my faves bands ever! please support your writers by LIKING, COMMENTING & REBLOGGING if you loved this!

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[epsiphi]

so i saw THIS image online courtesy of twitter user @/offpridbird and it inspired me to look into the criteria for each of these disorders, and how they might fit him, so…

welcome to

My Analysis On Whether or Not Goro Akechi Has a Cluster B Personality Disorder (According to the DSM-V)

(this is a long post that took up TWELVE pages in my notebook so the nitty gritty is under the cut. tl;dr, there’s evidence in favor of all these)

now you might ask: what are your qualifications? to that i say: i’m a psychology student* who also happens to be a big fan of goro akechi. which is to say that i am not an expert; i just really like this fictional guy. my analysis is also based on my personal understanding of his character. so, you know, don’t flay me alive if i get a part of his character wrong. or do.

*high school

in case you don’t know what a cluster b personality disorder is: it’s a subset of personality disorders characterized by “dramatic, emotional, or erratic” behavior. it includes:

antisocial personality disorder (ASPD)

borderline personality disorder (BPD)

narcissistic personality disorder (NPD)

histrionic personality disorder (HPD).

this post covers ASPD, BPD, and NPD, because those are the disorders i’ve seen most ascribed to akechi. i might cover HPD some other time.

(also yes i seriously perused a copy of the dsm-v for this)

Borderline Personality Disorder

1. Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment: we’re looking at mr. “I was extremely particular about my life…my grades…my public image…so someone would want me around!” over here. it’s made pretty clear that akechi’s perfect persona wasn’t something he just started doing when he became famous; it started after his mother died, once he was being “passed around from foster home to foster home”. he tried to be perfect so they would want him. it’s clear that none of them did.

2. A pattern of unstable and intense relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation: the only real relationships akechi has are with joker (no canon name discourse here) and shido. it goes without saying that neither of these relationships are very normal; on akechi’s part, both are characterized by his obsessions and love-hate feelings. akechi does also kind of have an idealizing issue with joker (putting him on a pedestal—which is admittedly something most characters do, but i feel like akechi is not any more normal about joker than anyone else)

3. Identity disturbance (markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self): i feel like this guy cycles between “i was cut from the cloth of god” and “i am the scum of the earth”. in thirdsem, he does not seem to have much of a self beneath his detective prince persona (by which i mean he’s very…blank? just look at his default portrait. very blunt and to the point)

4. Impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g. spending, sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating): none of these apply in canon. he does seem to have issues with food (forgetting to eat, apparently eating little, not caring about the taste of what he eats vs. the appearance of it, he runs a food blog but it appears to be mostly for show). choosing to become a hitman for a comically evil politician who is also your father at age 15 would qualify for self-damaging, but might also fall under…

5. Recurrent suicidal behavior/gestures/threats, or self-mutilating behaviors: his revenge plan is so bad it’s borderline suicidal—not in the sense that he actively planned to kill himself afterwards or anything, but in the sense of he spent so long fantasizing about getting revenge that he literally never stopped to think about the day after. not envisioning a meaningful future is also suicidal.

6. Affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood: this confused the hell out of me at first. it essentially means rapid, intense mood shifts. i’m…not sure, actually. (i guess you could count the insane difference between his self in battle vs himself out of battle in thirdsem as this, but i’m not the guy who can answer that).

7. Chronic feelings of emptiness: remember that thieves den conversation where yusuke mentions how difficult keeping up an act for a long stretch of time is (in reference to the pts pretending not to know the truth about akechi in sae’s palace) and akechi responds with “Is that so? Well, you stop feeling things once you get used to it”? because i do. (note the use of a word as general as things) (also veering into hc: i’ve seen people say akechi’s sin, had his palace not been cut, likely would’ve been acedia, which is…indifference. emptiness.)

8. Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger: have you seen the engine room. i think it’s always there, it’s just that he’s good at controlling it 98% of the time.

9. Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation or severe dissociative symptoms: kind of on the fence about this one—leaning towards yes. i think this sort of applies to the interrogation room? he moves through a lot of it vaguely shocked + a few subsequent tv interviews. in the one soonest after 11/20–the “same strategy used in romance” interview—he has an oddly flat affect, which is funny given the context of how he’s being lauded as hero. like…he can’t even pretend to be happier. in the interview that occurs during the infiltration of shido’s palace (“none of these people know i was an undesirable child”) he mentions how the news of joker’s suicide was dizzying—obviously he’s lying about WHY it was dizzying, but he still appears to mean it.

Total criteria fulfilled: 7/9. (Criterion 1, 2, 3, either 4 or 5 could be considered fulfilled but not both at once, 7, 8, 9)

for clarification: any suicidal behavior under criterion 5 cannot be counted in criterion 4. so if you consider “becoming a hitman for his scraped-off-the-boot-of-the-devil father at 15” as self-damaging but not suicidal, then criterion 4 is fulfilled. if you consider it suicidal behavior, then criterion 5 is fulfilled.

Narcissistic Personality Disorder

1. Has a grandiose sense of self-importance: not sure how to describe this one other than “you know it bitch”

2. Is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love: in my notebook i literally just wrote “yeah” for this. because i don’t have any articulated reason for this belief, i won’t count it as fulfilled criteria. but know i believe it

3. Believes that they are “special” and unique and can only be understood by, or associate with, other special or high status people: by his own admission (confidant rank 2), akechi does not have friends—or as he says, “people i’d actively choose to see in my free time”. it’s not for lack of people who’d want to be his friend; this is in june, people are raving about him. so he probably has a million connections and people who’d love to hang out with him, but he doesn’t want to hang out with a bunch of nobodies. his trait in the artbook is that he gets distracted in conversation, which is a very light way of saying that he doesn’t pay attention to people because they’re boring and not worth the time. joker falls under “other special people”. also, on “believes they’re special”: there’s something to be said about how akechi awakens to his persona 2 years before canon, and how he was totally on his own. like, as far as he knew, he was the only person with these powers—the only person without a shadow, and as such, the only person without distorted desires. so naturally he would consider himself special. (ignoring that he literally kind of is)

4. Requires excessive admiration: guy who has spent whole life internalizing that he is inherently unlovable and worthless becomes a celebrity and puts up a perfect front because he needs people to love him; more at 9. (dsm-v also states: “Their self-esteem is invariably very fragile. They may be preoccupied with how well they are doing and how favorably they are regarded by others”. obviously. hello, 8/28)

5. Has a sense of entitlement (i.e. unreasonable expectations of especially favorable treatment): great time to bring up Relative Deprivation Theory—the belief that someone will feel deprived of or entitled to something in comparison to another. in akechi’s case: deprivation of acceptance/love in comparison to joker and entitlement to the same (“How does someone like you have things I don’t?!”). it’s interesting that he uses his fame as a reason why he deserves what joker has, when it’s why he doesn’t (fame is not love).

6. Is interpersonally exploitative (i.e. takes advantage of others to achieve their own ends): the core of his charm is manipulation and inherent dishonesty, so i kind of feel this is a given.

7. Lacks empathy (is unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others): there’s Word of God that akechi is just like, “whatever” to anyone who isn’t joker, as in he doesn’t particularly care about anyone else on a deeper level (not a ship thing; just an observation). also does not seem to care about most of the people he kills or who get hurt as a result of his actions (i.e. psychotic breakdowns).

8. Is often envious of others or believes that others are envious of them: i mean…do i really have to say anything about this.

9. Shows arrogant or haughty behaviors: do i really have to say anything about this (2). it’s kind of everywhere in the third semester. if you want more evidence: look at his thieves den conversations (crazy)

Total criteria fulfilled: 8/9. (All criterion but 2)

i think goro akechi might be the most covert narcissist in fiction.

Antisocial Personality Disorder:

this one’s a little different than the others.

A. A pervasive pattern of disregard for and violation of the rights of others, occurring since age 15 years, as indicated by three (3) or more of the following:

1a. Failure to conform to social norms with respect to lawful behaviors, as indicated by repeatedly performing acts that are grounds for arrest: i’m no lawyer but i think murder is grounds for arrest.

2a. Deceitfulness, as indicated by repeated lying, use of aliases, or conning others for personal profit or pleasure: this guy lies as easily as he breathes. inevitably he’s lying all the time, considering no one is bringing up the fact that he’s a magic assassin until november 20th.

3a. Impulsivity or failure to plan ahead: well, no, akechi is the type to overplan ahead. i do think he’s kind of impulsive, by virtue of the fact that he’s more emotional than logical.

4a. Irritability or aggressiveness: he hides both of these pretty well for the majority of the game but once third semester starts? irritability is off the charts. aggressiveness is usually confined to battle (despite many many many fan interpretations that would say otherwise)

5a. Reckless disregard for safety of self or others: murder and psychotic breakdowns that wreak havoc on public safety sure does suggest a disregard for others’ safety. choosing to become a hitman for someone you know is evil as a teenager also implies a certain disregard for self-safety.

6a. Consistent irresponsibility, as indicated by repeated failure to sustain consistent work behavior or financial obligations: nope.

7a. Lack of remorse, as indicated by being indifferent to or rationalizing having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from another: as i mentioned under NPD criterion 7–absolutely. emphasis on rationalizing (“My targets were all doing the same damn thing in this eat or be eaten world. All I did was remove their evil from society. How is that any different from the Phantom Thieves?”)

B. The individual is at least 18 years of age: well, yeah. he’s just barely 18 when you formally meet him on june 9th.

C. There is evidence of conduct disorder with onset before age 15 years: unfortunately akechi is not real, so we don’t have this information. i highly doubt it, though (specifically i doubt there would be evidence, if we believe he was already putting up the perfect front before he was famous).

D. The occurrence of antisocial behavior is not exclusively during the course of schizophrenia or bipolar disorder: no (but uh. bipolar disorder is another topic for another day)

Criteria A fulfilled: 5/7. (Criterion 1, 2, 4, 5, 7). Criterion B and D are also fulfilled.

SO! conclusions:

the possibility of akechi having any one of these disorders is plausible

the real common enemy are the people who try and say akechi has no longstanding trauma/psychological issues. clearly, he’s got…something.

goro akechi is the cluster b final boss

[emlan]

DLC

Lies of P: Overture ramblings, a bit scatterbrained but these tend to be fun to read anyway. (I also talk about my ships so B-ware.)

I'm a gamer girl so I did DLC on default difficulty with my trusty Booster Glaive even tho it meant getting stuck on each real encounter for 2-5 hours (I didn't say I was a GOOD gamer girl) But I swapped to ez for final boss just to wrap it up no regrets. I'll use the boss select to fight him proper later… Some Time… I have no idea how you are supposed to beat him solo or even learn it when you are usually seemingly Unkillable with the easymode DEF buff but STILL that moveset can nuke you………………?

Arlecchino is actually the one thing from main game that I dislike (but tolerate bcs sure devs can add a silly batman ref if they want) so I was a bit :| over him getting top billing in DLC. But they gave him a really good design with that cartoon 'stache and exaggerated fur coat so I'll allow it… Phase 1 only tho.

I want similar outfit for P sans coat…. Those ankles at full display and high waist…. loose scarf.... eroi….

In general mobs felt a bit overtuned (the big baboon gorillas especially), but it's possible they balanced for ppl having more NG+ quartz unlocks and I was on a fresh NG for purity.

A big HC win for me is that original Carlo was not the type to don V-necks~ So cute how he's dressed just like papa in both his portraits (white shirt + vest is stock wear for any man this era but please ignore that detail)

Plus Lea confirming [Magpie] P as Cute & Canon ✌ (but also hey! we just met, you can't comment on my shiny collection tendencies)

On the topic of V-necks, Gepp's initial shirt choice for P seemingly got a surprise sickomode buff; But tbh I can see him simply going I Suppose This Is What All Strapping Young Men Would Wear? bcs what would he know. Such a handy cut in general since it also gives Easy Access~ (for heart plucking, I mean) ---

In general I really like the quest handholding in LoP (ie showing a dot when a certain area has Thing to do or NPCs to talk to) but forcibly opening your inventory to show the whistle at the bird sign is a game design crime lol; Most likely not a single playtester thought to use the whistle so they over-corrected to not have the cute secret go to waste, but maybe it would've worked fine just bolding the relevant text for triggering a less intrusive lightbulb to go off for players….

There's just so many cute details… The various animal sound clips at the zoo (love my son receiving some free education), the carousel horses having hit boxes, the lil' carnival mini games in general, multiple babby Spring money shots, the little mini stories you unlock with The Tracker, joyous! (The stories were downers; but it's a cute feature)

The mob designs are all so fun specially the crime against nature Zoo critters, I cracked up fighting the ugly kangaroos only for an extra big and ugly one to emerge. And the elephant protrusion surprise. Best was the very silly swordfish mobs sliding around later 😌 Also went No Wayyy at the waifu sexbot levels of Markonia's arch puppets, love when characters truly know what they're about. If it wasn't for P's type being older men he would've surely had some kind of Awakening getting those shiny butts and thighs shoved into his face~ Love her room with the red lamp district saucy fainting couch overlooking a massive naked angel and a cage [that had] a little girl puppet beside it, a fine pervert presentation. It was nice of her to wear short sleeves so we can see how the puppeteer hand gadget attaches to the arm.... ---

Cutest P moment in DLC was Alexander talking about how since he's able to think it means he's still alive and P doing his big nod in response… My deep son…. (Disappointing to not get to meet another "character" for real, but at least I right away realized it was never gonna happen when he mentioned everything was black around him lol….)

Most brutal part of the DLC is Gemini asking you to show off your new dance moves but then he doesn't actually say anything after you finish your twirl 🥲

Pretty delightful how much "talking" P does in DLC, but since the prompts are explanations of what he's gonna ask about, it kinda comes off as one of those sitcom episodes where someone is whispering to MC what to say while MC is on a date 🤭 Gemini sure has got our back! Super cute all play dead lines he has. They really did deliver on the new Gestures even if the other's aren't voiced.

Antonia's heartfelt letter severely scolding Giuseppe for ignoring Carlo that would've only been met with a super sterile stock reply from the man was soooo good 🥰

There's not much padding to speak of but P's butt look really cute in Veronique's outfit.

Was fun seeing that one large mining puppet type use the crappy floor mines arm that no player has ever bothered to equip on P. The crab/bucket stone tossers adorable.

Lumacchio seemingly sucking up to Simon too… I don't understand how that uncle has so many stans when he is a charisma void. (Maybe he gives off extremely alluring pheromones.)

Kraus hot shame we didn't get more bonding… Dying fisherman hot too… stop robbing me of old men… I had Geppetto pinned as more of a recluse, but him being really salty about Venigni stealing his spotlight prolly means he does enjoy some socializing if it means him getting praise 🤭

The big guardian was prolly my fav boss even though he took longest, had a fair moveset that I understood and that big falling dive that you parry was so satisfying. So tantalizing the wish-granter vision memo possibly referring to RB Carlo.... Not knowing right from wrong but wanting to please would suit him so well.... It sounds too good to be true that that creature would be referenced, but what else can it be about, specially making note of his eye color to the T. ----

They added a bunch of fanservice when it comes to Carlo and Romeo (and Alidoro), but lorewise I don't think we got anything substantial…? In main game, these were the biggest thing I was curious about:

How did Carlo die? DLC made this an even bigger question mark.

What is the rough timeline of events, mainly when did Geppetto trigger the frenzy for real? DLC makes it seem the frenzy has been ongoing for several years so how has it been possible for anyone to live their life in Krat?

Why does the Legendary Stalker memory refer to Gemini as if he's a person? DLC added zero refs to this outside of Gemini remembering they had some kind of relation but keeping it to himself.

What kinda "deal" did Romeo make with Geppetto, and why did Geppetto make him the King of Puppets anyway? (seems a bad idea to put someone that loathes you in a position that could fuck you over but I'm not a certified genius so what do I know…) DLC only shows how he got his hands on Romeo initially.

(btw, the Arlecchino recording at the boat implies to me Gepp was the one that set him free (he mentions talking to a 'maniac')? So I guess they handshaked that Geppetto could get the leftovers when Arle was done icing Lea? I expected us to get daruma Romeo when he talked about how Lea ripped his limbs off, so that murder puppet Only getting fucky with Romeo's arms sure was generous 🙃

On the topic of Carlo dying… right now my mental map is along the lines of;

Alchemists invites him to the Devil's Pit with the intent to kidnap him since his mother was Listener material and thus he might have interesting qualities too. At the Devil's Pit he either got attacked by the Alchemists as planned, or and chaotic accident took place (there are warnings about too much ergo making things dangerous down there). Carlo managed to escape the main scene, but dies on his way back due to injuries and/or acute PD infection from the attack. Lea got news about the sus invitation but she didn't make it in time to stop him from going, hence her 'too late' comment. She doesn't wanna burden Sophia with such an horrible thing happening to a friend so she lied and told her he had passed away from PD [naturally].

~fin~

Shame there will never be clarity here since I doubt they'll spell out the correct answers outside of the game, and I can't see us getting more realdeal DLC (maybe another freebie hat for some occasion)

Lea cool but I'm bothered by how young they made her look, bcs it gives the impression of Carlo and Romeo bonding with a fellow classmate instead of getting taken in by a Mentor figure. I expected an auntie but she is barely old enough to be Big Sister tier 🤔 Love what a tuff and rebellious girl she looks like compared to sweet Sophia in the big Monad portrait, might as well has been wearing full sukeban attire 🤭 Straighten your back young lady! Her feeling bashful about addressing Valentinus as Father was adorable.

Kinda want the deetz if there was some sister drama here… Sophia not using Lea's name in her diary almost makes her sound resentful about having a step-sister. Prolly just awkwardness of her having tried to bond but getting pushed away.

Think that's it for general comments for now…

Do note that I didn't go back and double check any of the notes or lines I'm using as refs, and I might've missed some important documents. So this is close to raw initial impression thoughts :V But obvs I've been musing a bit with other players already.

---- OBNOXIOUS PROBLEMATIC SHIPPER QUARANTINE ZONE STARTS HERE ----

You can't see it but my HP bar has been blinking a critical bright red ever since DLC made Geppetto beat the soncon allegations and I'm still not sure how to recover 🩹

The way the mad man's boat note is worded makes it seem like if puppet Camille hadn't made that final "plea" about getting her child brought to her, he would've just wasted away from depression/apathy from both his family members dying… But here he kicks into high gear "only" to fulfill a misguided favor to her? It sucks bcs now all the ""passion"" of his deranged quest is aimed at Camille and not Carlo (or well, Himself is probably a more correct way to put it. Him being ultra greedy was a charm point.)

I can't say Gepp being a wifeguy comes out of left field since there is that loving memorial outside of Opera House, but it is kinda bizarre how Camille is basically a completely "missable" entity in main game for casual players. Him not referencing her at all in his out-of-it jail cell droning about how they can finally be a family again feels Off when now knowing how much he treasured her. I suppose Camille is automatically bundled in when talking about Family but you should know what I mean.

The child's drawing also implies that Camille built Rosaura as a playmate 'sister' to Carlo which would make her part of their family too yet Geppetto didn't bother finding/remaking her… 🤨 Shouldn't you be taking your family reunion quest more seriously? I would've thought Rosa would have value as a Camille "memento" too….? And even if he doesn't care about that, Rosaura (or a new replica of her) should be included in his family plans just for "show", no?

Makes further sense why he leaves RB Carlo to collect dust at the Hotel postgame since he's not really interested to play house outside of making a checkmark next to the Bring Back Son bullet point. Fortunately I am also keen on onesided scenarios where Gepp bites off more than he could chew with a son that becomes more Attached to him than intended~ (that goes either of the sons 🍴) so I'll live (hopefully).

Still no Mischievous Puppet outfit to buy for us commoners btw. I wont forget this slight, Round8.

[possessionisamyth]

DMC rambling ahead: emphasis on rambling BUT

I know Lady and Dante meant well when they were trying to tell Nero he can't be the one to kill his father. Lady is still sitting with the guilt of the necessary act she had to take killing her dad. Dante has already killed his brother once, and he's used to taking the ugly jobs from people he wants to protect. Nero is absolutely the type of guy who would want to know who his bio family is, and would have so many questions.

"What kind of man was Vergil?" "Is this thirst for power, and the lengths he's gone to to get it, a reflection of my own beliefs?" "What does this say about me?" "How much alike are we really?" "Who was my mom, and what made her stand out from the rest?" (Any details in that department might help him figure out if she's still alive or even on Fortuna, which is another rabbit hole).

Why didn't Dante ever SAY he was Nero's uncle? Sure, he wouldn't expect the man to start mentoring him or some shit, but just being there would've meant a lot rather than a new mystery granted to Nero for 5 fucking years of knowing the guy of "Why didn't he say anything?". "Was Dante ashamed of me? Embarrassed of me?"

However, there's also Nico's perspective to consider when it comes to this debacle which is "that piece of shit didn't raise me." I think of so many people who reunite with their bio parents and put in so much effort to get to know them, meanwhile the parents don't bother meeting them halfway. They don't want to know these kids, and it's a whole different kind of hurt.

The only saving grace Vergil might have with Nero is V, which is a part of himself completely removed from the demon side. We see he has regrets. We see he apologizes to Nero. And even then on a completely surface level type of reading, V was still using Nero for his own ends. He never needed Urizen dead. He needed Urizen weak so he could make himself whole again. So what does he do after becoming whole and seeing his son for the first time after being told Nero is his kid?

"If I beat Nero...then by default I beat you. Agreed, Dante?"

Told his own kid to square the fuck up, and then got his ass rightfully beat.

Like, I'm sorry guys, Vergil is not gonna be the dad who stepped up. He's gonna be the parent who uses therapy speak to justify his absence and avoidance of phone calls. And then when grandkids come into the picture it'd be "Here's grandpa! Sorry, I missed your wedding, and birthday, and other events for the past 10 years. Here's a $5 Subway gift card." when the foot longs are $8 now.

[yey56]

MORTIS WORK

Mortis sometimes works on the laboratory assisting Flug with chemicals or with the blueprints.

Mortis dad had a mortuary and sometimes he took them to work with him when she was younger, therefore, they know their way around a human body.

He prefers them dead than alive but oh well sometimes Flug cannot do the operations or the stitching because of lack of time so they do it for him.

Morts arm can sometimes get damaged so she goes to Flugs lab in the middle of the night to ask him to fix it. And whiles they're at it they talk and converse.

It happens more often than Mortis would like to admit. Since she doesn't feel pain, they are not used to actually taking care of their limbs so they got Flug to go it. 💪

Whenever Dementia expressed her undying love and adoration for BH, they basically start sleeping (probably due to insomnia but whatever) and then they wake up just before they finish so he can applaud and pretend she has been paying attention (somehow it always works) 🤔

Once they put their pajamas on, they don't take it off until it's specifically necessary. Like working hours or something like that. Mortis is the type of person that if they could they would stay all day in pajamas and a coat.

As I said, Mortis has terrible trouble sleeping so basically to try and distract themselves they start working late at night which causes her to fall asleep when working at daylight. (He survives on little naps and some walnuts 🫡)

They have tons of replicas of that turtle neck shirt. They refuse to change their signature outfit since then. It's been 5 years, Dementia is dying to make her a make over.

Mortis, at night, enjoys working on the library of the manor since it's very much secluded and desertic (being lil jack the only exception) so they tend to go there to work while also moping the dust. 📗📘

Mortis has an old ass phone that they absolutely refuse to change. Not for hate for technology or something like that, no. They refuse to change it because he has the philosophy that you should use something until it's completely and utterly useless. They won't let anything of theirs go until as long as she can find a use on it. 📱📞

Mort started working for BH Organization pretty young, (at 19) barely having a formal education and depending on her previous experience in life and what his grandfather had taught them while working for him.

Mort also had experience working in cemeteries, mainly digging because his father had one and worked there.

They learn most of the things in an autodidact way. Or through experience.

Mortis has worked on a bar as a bartender for 2 years when they got to America. They are basically the bartender by default in the mansion. He makes great drinks. 🥃🍸

She is banned from the cabinet of drinks because she gave one to Dementia once and it turned out pretty bad.

He almost never says their first name, Victoria. They always presents themselves as just Mortis and in documents she signs as V. Mortis Castillo.

They have an hyper fixation of gothic architecture but you will not hear her talking about it unless someone brings it up on a conversation, then she will talk nonstop until they get tired of it.

They always have a binder on his chest but sometimes they just forget to take it off or they use it while forgetting to put a new one or cleaning it which leaves weals on their back, collarbone and abdomen.

Mortis has the most horribly chapped lips because they are always biting them. She always has some kind on injury in their mouth just by biting it. Some times they suck the blood that comes out of it. 👄🫦

Has horrible migraine, but instead of feeling like something painful, it just feels like s big pressure on her head, making her feel uneasy and dizzy.

[shakingparadigm]

Now this is probably (definitely) the delusion talking BUT, what if Ivan isn’t dead (stay with me here) or is otherwise revived/healed/whatever by the aliens as a contingency plan for if Till manages to escape with the help of the rebels?

Because it’d be boring for the audience if Luka won by default, they spice things up by bringing out the other poster boy for an “all-star” final round face off?

AND if Ivan were to win against Luka, he would become the new face of the competition like Luka was, putting him in direct opposition to the rebels (and by extension, Till). I think that could be a really interesting dynamic.

Ohh... This is pretty cool, honestly!

Though, as much as I wanted it to happen, I don't think anyone will be joining the rebellion soon. I feel as if Hyuna and Mizi are locked in their current circumstances now and won't be able to properly save Till. They just ended up getting themselves trapped back into the game, and since we're nearing another Luka round, no doubt they're setting up a confrontation between Hyuna and Luka. It's the last round of ALIEN STAGE so it makes sense to gather the remaining cast together in one place, especially since Mizi and Hyuna mean so much to Till and Luka respectively.

It would probably send a bad message to the audience if Ivan was revived. If he could be brought back, why not any other pet before him? The aliens love death. They thrive off of seeing pets die, and even though Ivan was a fan favorite at the end of the day he's still just a pet. It doesn't help that he performed very unsavory and impulsive actions before his death as well, he literally had to be shot down before the scores were finalized.

On top of that, unfortunately Q and V aren't fond of bringing their characters back from the dead, at least not in an actual way. Death is an important aspect of Alien Stage and if Sua or Ivan were brought back it would lessen the impact of their sacrifice.

But Ivan and Luka being in direct opposition to the rebels? The potential for a more robotic reanimated Ivan, one that now lacked humanity (Ivan, when alive, saw himself as a monster. He insisted he was cruel and cold even when he was so much more than that. Now, in this new body, he's become everything he said he was. A self-fulfilling prophecy) is so incredible to think about. It really is interesting! I've always been a sucker for revival tropes where they come back wrong.

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

aasnd tossin in my re-imagining of some GameToons characters (I don’t support GT and have never seen any of their vids straight from the channel)

the Harmonies

A trio of sprunki who’d make music together like. a lot

Decent magic users and prone to experimenting w/ their power

They were killed by a predator one day, but by some result of all these experiments, they kinda stayed around as incorporeal beings (kinda like ghosts, but the only real physical difference from when they lived is that they’re incorporeal and can choose to have someone unable to see them; though the default is that everyone can see/sense them)

(oh also they can enter another sprunki’s dreams with effort)

Crescendo

Demon sprunki who became v ambitious and quite a powerful magic user, discovering a fair bit of ✨interdimensional✨ stuff 

They wanted to find out if a sprunki could become a deity (not necessarily bc they wanted a bunch of power, more so out of sheer curiosity of if such a thing were possible)

It placed a spell on its soul so that, when they died, their soul would be released into another plane of existence with the power to interact w/ others in its previous one, retaining all the abilities it had when it was alive 

Some time after its death (by fire btw), it appeared to a sprunki who used its visit as a story to scare others into taking them seriously… which spiraled into them becoming a cult leader, roping others into worshipping this strange and mysterious being of fire lest it unleash its unknowable power (this became Jevin’s cult)

The cult that worships Crescendo does so out of fear, like. ‘if we don’t give this guy compliments and blood sacrifices, they’re gonna eat the entire world’. In reality, they don’t rlly care what any Sprunki on its former plane of existence does, and treats the world w/ a moral ambiguity and casual apathy, just sort of watching & going along w/ the intent of anyone who directly contacts them

[corey-wh0re]

Everybody, grab your hats!

-I'm gonna be real, the instant I saw Hilary Swank in that fuckass hat, all of my questions, worries, doubts, & concerns that have been percolating in my head over the possibility of her being adult Melissa evaporated from the sheer force of the psychic damage of how thoroughly ridiculous the writers have saw fit to make Melissa as a character. While I do still have some lingering thoughts about this decision, what with how overwhelmingly white the adult YJs are (especially now that Lottie is dead</3) & how I've already addressed they let the cat out of the bag too soon that Melissa survives this season, her verbally eviscerating Shauna on sight & giving her free reign to unleash her worst self by flaunting her "normal, boring life" in her face is EXACTLY. what I have been yearning for this entire series. Adult Shauna is a caged animal who, yes! does. want to blow up her life & bask in the flames of her own creation because it's the only time she feels A L I V E & I want to watch her go on an absolute rampage. Those final moments of the episode made me feel like my skin was a live wire watching Shauna do what she does best with the promise of more violence to come in these final episodes. Regardless of whatever mixed feelings I still have surrounding Melissa by herself, the fact she has been such a perfect conduit to bestow upon us the Worst (aka: Best) Version Of Shauna™ does make her an integral element to this season's success. I mean, come on, Shauna biting Melissa's skin off & telling her to eat it as leverage. FUCK YES!!!

-The funniest shit is that Shauna is actually right to poke holes in Melissa's fantasy of having a "normal, boring life." Cause wtf do you MEAN you got close to Hannah, whom you all murdered & ritualistically consumed, dug up the tape she told you about to give to her child which you never do, returned to civilization, FAKED YOUR SUICIDE, assumed an entire fake identity/new life with who knows what means or money to do so, stalked. Hannah's daughter & then fell obsessively in love with her even though all you knew about her was that you killed & ate her mother, & then married & had a child with her while holding up this precarious stack of cards that is already risking crumbling to a disastrous heap because the guilt of hanging onto that god damn tape all these years started to correctly eat you alive for being, honestly, the most cowardly of the YJs by descending so. far into denial that you seem to be blinded by this squeaky clean version of reality you have convinced yourself exists. Like, my god, who can blame Shauna for tackling her in that kitchen cause it would piss me the fuck off too to have my former manipulative situationship try to pretend she's SO. well adjusted while everybody else is in shambles or dead when she has just as many problems as the rest!

-On the direct opposite end of the spectrum, witnessing everybody in the past either immediately. shift back into their S1 selves or wrestle against it by clinging desperately to their S3 selves gave me such whiplash to witness. They were literally just. ritualistically consuming Coach Ben & hunting down these "froggers," so to see everybody have a moment where they easily slipped back into their default "humanity" & even start fantasizing about/discussing amenities in "the real world" at the prospect of rescue made the wilderness conflict all the juicier & more tragic knowing what's to come (& also confirms what I've already said...they haven't gone feral enough yet). Natalie automatically becoming the leading voice she's always been whenever she isn't directly in charge. Travis reverting back to his old self the instant he sniffs out testosterone in his midst. Us seeing the earliest vestiges of Politician!Tai emerge as she worries about optics & spinning the narrative above everything else. Lottie being isolated from the group again as they shift into, "There she goes being crazy again" mode while a deep pit of dread opens up inside her. And on & on & on. I could go on forever examining how the warring factions for the remainder of the past timeline are emerging right here in this episode & how those factions are defined by infinitely conflicting motivations & I can not wait to see how the cliffhanger gets paid off next episode. I mean, I knew there was no way rescue was gonna be happening, but Shauna's, "No. You're not," really gave me chills with the promise of forcing the group to stay in just those brief, simple words!!!

-"Or has every woman you've ever been with been fucking boring?" Ya'know what, I gotta hand it to Jeff for that one. He is almost entirely a walking disaster who is purely entertaining to watch stumble around in a clueless daze & wondering what reaction he'll have to the rest of the shit happening on the show, but I'll let him have his heterosexual rights™ for that moment right there for directly mirroring THEE. thing Shauna is always fixated on. People can say what they want about him, but he really is Shauna's perfect match, even if she might not see or realize it. On a purely technical level, it doesn't seem like it makes sense with the "boring" element in mind since he's one of the more "normal" characters on the show, but it's like I previously observed where he's constantly involving her in his various schemes & how that automatically feeds her ego. And I am absolutely obsessed with & can perfectly understand the decision to make Shauna's specific malfunction being "boring" & how that defines her interactions with the other characters. It ties phenomenally back to her relationship & lingering resentment with Jackie, which the episode emphasized wonderfully with the opening dream sequence. Shauna fr had been waiting to snap at Jackie for y e a r s the night she died, because she craves conflict, chaos, confusion, & catharsis for her own bristling in her own skin, it's just that the guilt she feels into her adult life is her getting what she wanted immediately. led to the death of the person she loved the most instead of opening up the floodgates for a more toxic relationship like Melissa is presently giving her in both timelines (& regardless of what Melissa says, her dumbass sending Shauna "bisexual satan" Shipman that fucking tape is doing the exact same thing as all her other lovers by presenting her with the promise of a chaotic scheme to chase). God, Shauna fans & enablers REALLY won this episode. It was like a full-blown dissertation dedicated to deconstructing, celebrating, & criticizing everything she is & everything she stands for & I was eating it the fuck up the entire time!!!

-On the other end of the spectrum, the Dark Horse Manipulator™ herself, Callie, was looking suspicious as absolute SHIT this episode. She already was previously, but the alarm bells are going off with the way the narrative keeps subtly making her fly under the radar by injecting these probing questions or perfectly timed doubts into interactions. And I'm curious to know what. exactly her gameplan is here cause I don't see it as being so cut & dry as the positioning of her character might make us all want it to seem. Is she trying to drive her mother over the edge so she finally gets the answers she's looking for? Is she doing the same lashing out to test Shauna's resolve because she feels she hasn't gotten the love she's looking for? Is she trying to get Shauna sent to prison in retaliation to everything she's dealt with? Is she only offering up the possibility of arrest to examine how she'll manage to evade the law AGAIN? Because so many of her actions do not make sense unless she has ulterior motives, but she's held at a distance so much that one can not glean the precise answer even if we can circulate options & I am dying to know!

-Even with my initial apprehensions in mind, this is probably one of my favorite episodes of the season cause it was locked. securely in engaging conflict & progressing the crazy dial just. enough to fulfill expectations while keeping you wanting more. I have to give the showrunners their tens for this one cause the Melissa character & Hilary Swank casting could've easily felt like a jump the shark moment or like a flashy distraction taking away from everything else the series has built up to, but because Melissa is so intrinsically tied to Shauna & her character arc, "the other shoe dropping," as it were, made this such a worthwhile pay-off to the patient build-up the entire season has worked toward. It's moments like these that make me appreciate that I'm willing to give this show the benefit of the doubt for the little things that don't work for me at times because I know some.thing it gonna end up coming along to make sure that patience is not in vain. And when so many shows nowadays are either rushing to get to good stuff so that there is nothing left later on or cancelled as soon as they start, having a show take its time to earn reveals & interactions like this makes for such rewarding viewings.

[slaughterlocked]

relationship building meme. ☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent). / for mike!

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING MEME: mike & william!

name: michael. bland. basic. sometimes changes it to mike if he's having a period where their relationship is actually good! but almost always changes it back within a few days.

ringtone: this man does NOT customise his ringtone. but. i like to think michael set it to dancing queen. initially william has no idea how to change it back and he HATES it... at least, he says he does, but learns how to change it after a year and never does.

picture: a picture of him and mike when they went on holiday as a whole family ! probably taken when mike was a kid, and william hasn't changed it despite having recent photos of him. he likes to remember the times before evan's death [because i'm imagining this is just a modern verse where everything else stays the same HSDJFH]. probably taken in front of a famous landmark. niagra falls or something. but they both look genuinely happy. maybe mike is on william's shoulders. hey wait im making myself really really sad.

last text received: a thumbs up !! probably very passive aggressive in response to the text below where william is demanding he gets himself to circus baby's pizza world :') last message ever sent before uhmmm well. you know. william holds onto this

last text sent: I'm proud of you. it was going to be i love you but william figured that was too much of a giveaway that he was literally sending his son to his death. instead he waited for michael to get scooped, and, assuming his son is dead, finally decides to have a sweet fatherly moment with him. typical williamcore!

[envihellbender]

DBD survivor Hoffman

Appearance

Hoffman’s default appearance is his outfit for when he is working on the traps or kidnapping the victims. He doesn’t wear a mask but he usually has his hood up, although there are alternate outfits which have his hood down.

Lore

Up until the end of Saw VI in the canon it is essentially the same. However, when Hoffman is given his second trap by Jill Tuck, the universe splits in two. When it comes to the former, Hoffman’s jaw is broken and he has survived the trap. However, the moment the reverse bear trap is attached in the latter universe fog begins to congregate around Hoffman. He looks around, baffled by the cold condensation against his face. Whilst he begins to panic, struggling against his restraints, he feels four cold fingers against his cheek. He glances up to see his sister looking down at him with a smile. He finds he can, all of a sudden, stand and his trap doesn’t seem to bother him. He follows her, not having to open the door to the room he was stuck in and just walks down the hallway. His sister disappears but he’s sure she went in this direction, right towards the distant camp fire.

That isn’t the most surprising part, to Hoffman at least. Each trial he is being hunted by a different killer, he’s the victim, accept he worked so to be a powerful, ruthless figure of justice. He shouldn’t be the one being hunted. He wonders every time he awakes into a trial whether this was John’s doing. Was this a test to prove his desire to stay alive?

Perks

Russian Roulette

You start with 3/4/5 tokens. Every time the killer does any kind of non-special attack there is a 50% chance of the killer missing. Every time the killer misses, you lose a token.

The title is a reference to the test Hoffman undergoes in Saw V when he is tied to a chair with a shotgun pointed at his face. There was one bullet in the gun, meaning it was a fifty fifty chance of it going off - causing a form of two bullet Russian roulette.

Change Hands

When you are the obsession you fix generators, heal, cleanse totems, and unhook survivors 15/30/45% quicker. You are 10/20/30% more likely to be the obsession. If you are not the obsession unhooking the obsession causes you to become the obsession.

There are two references here, firstly that Hoffman’s way of covering his tracks involving collecting the corpses’ hands and using them to place fingerprints and frame the victims. This also references how Hoffman at one point was considered to be a possibility for Jigsaw’s successor - the title changed hands to Hoffman.

Pickpocket

Whenever you pick up an item from the map or an item a survivor has dropped the item recharges by 33/66/99% and levels up.

This is a reference to how in his appearance in Saw III Hoffman when suspicion is first pointed at him, he is shown pocketing something from the crime scene.

[seasidewanderers]

also I get that it's a cool gotcha to try and go "well the DSM-V or ICD-11 or whatever diagnostic tool for mental illnesses recognises plurality outside of the diagnosis of mental illnesses" but you really Don't Have To. the DSM-V and ICD-11 are just tools for classification and diagnosis of disorders. nothing more, nothing less. they contain useful resources that professionals could use, such as quick tests and charts for inclusion/exclusion (differential diagnosis) of disorders, but.

by default. they do not "recognise" anything that it's not a disorder. if you really want plurality to be viewed as non-pathological, you first have to de-pathologise it. read this sentence twice. the "the symptoms are not part of a broadly accepted phenomenon, culture, etc etc" criterion is just to say, that if it's not disordered it's not a disorder. it's not a disorder if It's Just How It Is, Really (for example, the occasional anxiety attack, the human experience of grieving, the horrors of being alive in a historical period)

it doesn't necessarily mean that if it's not a disorder it's "real" or whatever, because nothing really is and everything is. just that literally it can't be a disorder if it's not disordered. it doesn't prove endogenic plurality because it can't do that. that's pretty straightforward in my opinion.

[nightcitymerc]

Hey again chooms, just wanted to put up a little RP post- if that's not your thing please just skip this wall of text! At the moment I'm only comfortable writing as V(my personal version OR default V from the trailer) but I'll write him against a whole number of characters including pretty much any main or supporting character in Cyberpunk 2077/Phantom Liberty or any OC you've created for that universe. Feel free to contact me so we can brainstorm something together.

You can message me here on tumblr or I have a discord as well: nightcitysmerc.

I usually play V pre any sort of ending for cyberpunk so he's still alive and kicking with Johnny yapping away in his head. I'll happily work something out with anyone wanting to write Johnny with me though! I'm open to doing anything post relic removal as well, any of the canon game endings or anything we make up ourselves. I'll write anything with love interests involved or not, he swings all different ways so he'll accept all genders. I tend to lean more into m/m pairings but I'm truly open to all so don't be shy to ask!

If you're still reading this then you've been forced to hear my ramble on like a gonk for long enough. Just like so many others, I'm very passionate about the game, characters and the universe itself and I'd love to get the chance to play around in it some more with any of you! Please please please feel free to reach out if anyone wants to RP or just chat about CP2077 in general. That would be preeeem!

Edit: I'm absolutely always still looking for new rp chooms so don't hesitate to reach out!

[w0lfensongz]

Verses :

Main/ Default: default setting for Peter is He’s living by himself in the woods in a shitty trailer ( where ever the setting is if it’s modern ). Working as a car mechanic and background info is he is the last of his pack here in America after a betrayal by his cousin’s boyfriend led to his family getting wiped out by hunters .

He has family in Romania as hes half Romanian , and can speak the language fluently . It should be noted thanks to his family line’s history of having both witches and werewolves in his family he has dreams about the future and can control plants and can do small bits of magic however this part of him is used so little he doesn’t really know he’s using it or doing it till it’s pointed out or he’s concentrating very hard .

V; a better ending :

Basically the events of hemlock grove ( the show and book) happen but Peter and Roman stay together and handle their shit with the help of a new girl Dis and some strange creature Kas , this ends in a huge polycule with kids — the happy ending they deserved wirh @upirprince / @distoretion

V; a pack of knuckleheads — (Peter’s sonic verse )

G.U.N becomes aware of previously thought extinct werewolves and sends their greatest warrior in tracking and hunting to capture the Peter for their studies. ( they send Knuckles lol ) During a lengthy scuffle, and Knuckles landing into danger, he is rescued by the man he had been pursuing, and during a recuperation period at Peter’s trailer, they become roommates and eventually Packmates /brothers , and the two realize just how alike their circumstances are! Srsly they are so much alike I cry .

Verse with @warriorscend open to other sonic muses .

Wizarding world Au :

Peter already had a hard time in Europe as it is he was a Romani, but he was also a born werewolf, different then the ones bitten by the fearsome greyback he turned into the actual animal and kept most of his humanity intact a feat only available to his kind and other born weres .  He has a gift for magic but who would let a werewolf go to hogwarts, never the less peter is determined to learn magic and find a way to make things better for his kind.

WALKING DEAD VERSE : 

Peter was a drifter when the virus hit, his mother was somewhere in Europe and he had no way of contacting her. 

He had tried to find his friend/boyfriend Roman but by the time he had went to the Godfrey mansion it was engulfed in flames and he couldn’t make out his scent . 

He has then traveled around as both wolf and man seeing as how the Walkers seem to leave him be they don’t bother animals that much unless really really hungry . 

He was able to survive among them and on his own for a while till he began to grow lonely he was a pack animal after all, and started to seek out other people if only to prove he wasn’t alone in the world. 

Age: 18-26

Species: werewolf 

Family: Mother : unsure if alive or dead 

Grandfather: dead 

Uncle: dead 

Cousin: dead 

Wearing: a simple green shirt with brown vest and black leather jacket, and worn blue jeans and old brown boots.       Carrying: a small brown leather  bag with matches and skillet and blanket and one hunting knife.