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meme call? meme call!! thus, buckle up buttercups, as you know the drill... if you would like to receive a few memes in your inbox from mister Meanie Barton Mathis here either as himself or the dollmaker, please like or comment on this post and i shall get right to it!! i hope you all are having a great thursday thus far + i just wanted to let you all know to stay hydrated and that i wish nothing but good health as well as fortune for all of you in the coming days ❤️ MUAHHHH

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at the positive response that barton received to the spank he gave roman, another (albeit harsher) spank was soon directed to his ass. the other might've said that he was relaxed, after all, but seeing the way roman whined for him gave him the opposite impression; though barton could've been wrong. however, whether he was pent-up or not, he murmured a soft 'sure you are' to the other to tease him yet again. there was something different about this encounter of theirs than the last one. and it made him feel more comfortable with being just a bit unserious with him.

barton supposed because they'd actually negotiated with each other this time rather than just up and fought. but regardless, the doctor kept on using his tongue on roman's puckered hole at the present. and he was absolutely eating up the noises he was making. barton wanted to feel roman clench around his tongue, if possible, he thought. so after spending a little more time just moving his tongue up and down within his ass, he manipulated it into a shape that was more cone-like before poking it into roman's ass. that was when the doctor heard the other swear and cut himself due to the amount of pleasure he must've been feeling.

barton smirked to himself whilst he paced himself with fucking the other's hole with his tongue in a penetrative way. roman really was responsive whenever it came to sex, wasn't he? he gave the other's scrotum a quick squeeze and lightly bit at some of the other's skin on his ass to get a breath in once more. ❝ mm. yeah, being taken care of like this isn't so bad, is it? god's, i hope you're okay with me fucking you until you're eventually tired of seeing me one day — because i want to be able to hear those pretty little sounds come out of you every chance i can get. ❞ this admittance came out of barton's mouth in a purr before he began to stick his tongue within roman's asshole again.

jesus christ, did he want him like nothing he'd ever felt before whenever he heard those words come out of his mouth: 'making me so wet... my cock is dripping.' what barton wouldn't give to take it into his mouth now and taste exactly what he was talking about, which he realized was an obscene thought. but barton had never been particularly innocent, and he wasn't going to start now. barton had formed a 'v' around the other's cock with his fingers in order to massage both of his balls independently; showing just how much he wanted to make roman feel good today. that lustful gaze directed towards him made barton rub along roman's thigh with his free hand to try to distract himself, but that really didn't help much.

the moment roman spread his legs even further, his cock began to need the man beneath him so badly, it nearly began to hurt. so he pulled away from his ass only to tease the other's entrance with a few fingers for a moment as he asked him, ❝ ahh, well, as much as i'd love to continue eating you out... i really want to be inside you — and it seems you want that, too. ❞ barton reached his hand up to take roman's hand and make him stroke the slit across the top of his cock then. as he did, he could feel the pre-cum flowing from it and not that he suspected he was lying, but damn. getting to feel it gave him a perfect picture of just how wet he was, and it was so hot to barton. he soon adjusted his position to tug at the other's earlobe from behind.

❝ do you have any lube around, baby? i'll make sure to bring some next time, assuming there is going to one. but i couldn't be sure you'd want to have sex again before i came here. ❞

˚　.˚　　　.　　. 　 ˚　. There's a moan when ass is spanked, arching out a little more for Barton to show him how badly he wanted this from him. It's one of the things he'd thought about since their last encounter and he was looking to see if his fantasy's matched the real thing. "I'm relaxed." Urged on in his own way of telling him to just get on with it. But he's an impatient man.

And the moment he feels tongue against his skin there's a moan, and his eyes shut. Head sinking down into sheets as he buries his face in his arms to muffle himself out as he descends into a slew of noises varying from moans to whimpers as Barton does a variety of things with tongue that just make him go feel crazy. But in the best way possible of course.

"Oh... Fuck, Bart--" His voice cracks slightly in the pleasure and he's slightly embarrassed by that -- but that in itself is a turn on for him. And his hips buck up in surprise when his balls are also fondled, but he's quick to melt back into that pleasure. "Oh, yeah like that --" Mewled loudly, his toes curling and hips squirming. Hand comes down between his legs to give himself a few strokes, noting the slight dibble of pre-cum already coming out of him. And he lets out a heavy pant.

"Fucking amazing." Answered back in a groan. "Making me so fucking wet, baby -- my cock is dripping." Head turns back to look towards the other with a lustful gaze. "I want something bigger though." Spoke as he spreads his legs farther. "But you can keep doing that if you want."

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barton took a deep breath as he looked at kat through half-lidded eyes, either due to tiredness or perhaps some kind of emotional shock — especially considering that his face had that flat affect to it. and that would be correct because barton had partially checked out the instant that he'd essentially broken his promise to kat that he would only kill bad people from now on. even if it was because he had no choice, technically. he supposed that he should've seen this coming, though. for what did his therapist say to them that one time? something like 'recovery is a process that hardly ever occurs in a straight line?'

so, by that logic, barton was essentially bound to relapse at least once. this was a realization that was certainly not good for morale, but the ugly truth. he took a seat upon the nearest one he could find in their shared bedroom and looked down at his hands. his bloody, still claw-like hands, because you could try to take the man out of the fight; but you can't take the fight out of the man. they were shaking slightly, something he tried to stop by gripping his jeans before closing his eyes to try to conjure up the right thing to say to kat.

❝ i think that... we may need to talk. you remember how she says she's been spending time after work with ramses, her boyfriend, on friday's for the past few weeks — right? well, ❞ barton cleared his throat as he tapped on his own thighs to try to will himself to say what he was thinking next, ❝ i just found out that that's a lie after calling ramses today when she was late to getting home, as i told you i was going to make sure she was okay. the truth is that matilda's been frequenting this underground crime bar and trying to ask people for advice about how she could get me 'back in the game.' because she says that i seem even more unhappy to her than i was before. ❞

he swallowed thickly whilst he put his head in his hands after resting his elbows on his knees. yeah, barton thought, kat was very likely going to be so disappointed in him once she heard this. ❝ but the fact that she's been doing this behind my back isn't even the worst part. i... i killed someone innocent tonight, kat. i'm so sorry. ❞

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood. [ OOP... for kat (,: ]

Kat looked at Barton covered in blood. "Barton..wha--" She moved closer to the Doctor and her partner. "What happened? Are you injured?"

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me today whenever i was reminded of how devastated barton was when, in an arc that i had arranged on another writing platform, he was convinced that jack (one of his son's) had been killed in an explosion and barton blamed himself for it every step of the way + he couldn't eat, or sleep, or do much of anything except cry for at least a few weeks because he was so broken by the prospect of losing another son...

but he's still a bad person. he's still a bad person, yet barton DOES show that he cares about his children in traditional ways sometimes, and so it's just. AUGHHH. this is why i say that he's not completely evil, though i will never try to downplay just how cruel barton can be at the same time. because there is a reason why he sharpens his nails the way he does, and it's to literally hurt anyone that tries to come close enough to him to hurt him.

but i have discussed this briefly before + i think that, deep down, barton secretly wants to be helped and to be quote unquote 'normal.' + to not feel like he's constantly bored all the time as well as if he's inherited every one of his bio father's bad traits and none of winslow's (his adoptive father) good traits. i have talked about it before, however, and i'll say it again; nothing could absolve barton of all the blood he has spilt, but hypothetically, that doesn't mean that he still can't strive to be better. because yeah... that kind of thing would probably haunt him for the rest of his life, but in order for characters to truly redeem themselves (even if it is in small ways throughout a story), i believe that they have to learn to live with their choices and the consequences that come with it + not forget about it but take steps towards not dehumanizing themselves for everything they've done.

because at the end of the day, barton does dehumanize himself more than anyone else could. the fact remains, however, that he's got issues that are... really deep-seeded in him. i like batman as a superhero for the reason that he believes that anyone and EVERYONE could choose to turn over a new leaf rather than give into their darkest impulses + urges. whenever i think of barton, though, like i said; he has issues that go beyond committing atrocities even if that might be UHHH. kind of clear, and so you've got to address those before you even try to tackle the shit-show that would be getting him to try to stop killing.

but hey, if barton can stop killing innocent people and instead only go after 'bad' people for his lover, then who's to say it isn't possible for him to maybeee one day not do it at all? (though i heavily suspect that he will relapse multiple times, it could... theoretically be possible).

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me: damn, it's crazy how i feel like i've been waking up every morning lately feeling like 'really? this again?'

me, watching killing eve for the first time: *has a scene that expresses that EXACT train of thought with villanelle and yes, she is literally an assassin + a fictional character, but also... OMG. it kind of made me realize that if she has been feeling this way for quite some time and has tried to ignore it with no success, that maybe I'M depressed + getting on meds may just help me and i have been depressed for a lot longer than i might think*

yeah... i'm not going to lie y'all — it's honestly nuts how you can normalize your own experiences sometimes and think everyone is experiencing what you're going through, only to find out that no, most people don't feel like this when they wake up (,,: + also, yes, i know that anti-depressants can't solve all of your problems. but darnnn do i wish they could sometimes

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barton could only smile wider at the other's words once he had fully processed them. they were always so sweet to him, and being complimented by harry... it always managed to make him feel like he was on top of the world. all the same, barton physically felt like he was even more loopy than before, for while he could keep his eyes open — he was definitely drowsy. the kiss to his shoulder made him gently utter their name aloud dreamily as it caused the good kind of goosebumps to appear on his skin.

thank god he was actually home now, barton thought, and not back at arkham like he'd originally thought before he passed out. he didn't know if he'd be able to take much more of what they were putting him through physically. barton blinked at the way they told him he didn't need to apologize, trying to conjure something up to say to harry. that was when she revealed that she was worried about him, and he pretty much began to tear up immediately at that. ❝ oh, you were? i-i mean, i would be worried about you too if you were in my shoes. but hearing that you care that much just — ❞

it made barton feel weepy, for lack of better words, even though it normally wouldn't. it would make his heart feel warm, however. his emotions just seemed to be upped about 10 times they were on a 'normal' day right now. that is, because of whatever medication he suspected matilda might've given him before passing out. barton wiped at one of his eyes sluggishly, noticing how it felt harder for him to move. ❝ mm, it means a lot to me. speaking of my health, matilda, what did you give me? ❞

arkham really did love to drug the people within the confines of their institution. but the way he felt was different at the moment from all the meds they usually tried to force him into taking. barton just hoped that people like eddie got out of arkham sometime soon, in all honesty. matilda answered her father then as she pushed some meds into his IV (it was much more efficient to give him fluids this way than to try to get him to drink water).

❝ i gave you a muscle relaxant; flexeril. and you honestly should be thanking your lucky stars i had some left because you not only have some bad wounds on your back, but an infection in one of them, too. ❞ barton made a 'o' shape with his mouth then in realization before paying attention to what harry was saying to them. he scooted over on the hospital bed he was on now with some difficulty, gently patting the spot next to himself. ❝ i'm feeling really sleepy, but otherwise, i think i'm mostly okay. just a bit hot. could you lay next to me, please, if you don't mind? t-that's all i want, really. ❞

matilda suddenly felt like she was intruding. and thus, without another word, she told her father she would be back within fifteen minutes to see if he needed anything before leaving the room. barton flipped the blanket up so harry could even fit herself underneath it, ❝ i missed you a lot while i was there. have you been... taking care of yourself while i've been gone? ❞

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"Hey, handsome," Harry replies with a smile, giggling at his feverish answer. Even so, it was sweet all the same, because they knew he'd say it even if he was sound of mind. She nestles her face into the flesh of his shoulder, pressing soft, comforting kisses to it amid a relieved sigh. He was awake now, safe and sound at home. Things would be fine.

"Aw, there's no need to apologize, baby," she murmurs, tracing gentle patterns into his skin, "it's not your fault they treated you so poorly. I was so worried about you; I'm just happy you're back and you're in stable health." In all honesty, it broke her heart to find him in such a state, to finally know the truth of the treatment in Arkham. If this was how he looked, how was anyone else there holding up? Especially if they didn't manage to escape?

The detective presses one last lingering kiss onto his shoulder before moving around to his front, looking him over with a softness in their eyes. "How are you feeling?" They have to ask, taking his face into their hands and rubbing their thumbs over his cheekbones. "You're still a bit warm. Do you need anything? Water or soup or something if you can stomach it?"

Anything he wanted, they'd get.

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me today whenever i was reminded of how devastated barton was when, in an arc that i had arranged on another writing platform, he was convinced that jack (one of his son's) had been killed in an explosion and barton blamed himself for it every step of the way + he couldn't eat, or sleep, or do much of anything except cry for at least a few weeks because he was so broken by the prospect of losing another son...

but he's still a bad person. he's still a bad person, yet barton DOES show that he cares about his children in traditional ways sometimes, and so it's just. AUGHHH. this is why i say that he's not completely evil, though i will never try to downplay just how cruel barton can be at the same time. because there is a reason why he sharpens his nails the way he does, and it's to literally hurt anyone that tries to come close enough to him to hurt him.

but i have discussed this briefly before + i think that, deep down, barton secretly wants to be helped and to be quote unquote 'normal.' + to not feel like he's constantly bored all the time as well as if he's inherited every one of his bio father's bad traits and none of winslow's (his adoptive father) good traits. i have talked about it before, however, and i'll say it again; nothing could absolve barton of all the blood he has spilt, but hypothetically, that doesn't mean that he still can't strive to be better. because yeah... that kind of thing would probably haunt him for the rest of his life, but in order for characters to truly redeem themselves (even if it is in small ways throughout a story), i believe that they have to learn to live with their choices and the consequences that come with it + not forget about it but take steps towards not dehumanizing themselves for everything they've done.

because at the end of the day, barton does dehumanize himself more than anyone else could. the fact remains, however, that he's got issues that are... really deep-seeded in him. i like batman as a superhero for the reason that he believes that anyone and EVERYONE could choose to turn over a new leaf rather than give into their darkest impulses + urges. whenever i think of barton, though, like i said; he has issues that go beyond committing atrocities even if that might be UHHH. kind of clear, and so you've got to address those before you even try to tackle the shit-show that would be getting him to try to stop killing.

but hey, if barton can stop killing innocent people and instead only go after 'bad' people for his lover, then who's to say it isn't possible for him to maybeee one day not do it at all? (though i heavily suspect that he will relapse multiple times, it could... theoretically be possible).

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barton's eyes flicked from the other's hands, which were now on his own cheeks, to regulus's eyes; the doctor steeling himself to receive any kind of reaction from the other... whether it was acceptance or rejection. but then reg smirked, and this completely threw barton for a loop, since he didn't think he'd ever seen the other do that before. could he be smirking because he suspected that barton liked him and now everything was being revealed before regulus's eyes in real time? he honestly had no idea, but he did catch the way his eyes gleamed an emerald green color for a moment.

it was almost as if he was halfway between shifting into his cervid form and remaining in his human one. but in any case, barton never thought he would say this, but hearing the nickname 'earthling' come out of regulus's mouth with such fondness made his heart skip a beat. so one can only imagine the kind of somersaults barton's heart did in his chest when he was kissed again. and this time, he made sure to return the kiss with just as much fervor. the doctor could feel himself getting lost in the feeling of reg's lips against his soon enough before he felt the other pulling away from him.

barton breathed heavily for a few seconds after the two of them were done kissing, pressing his forehead into the cervid's. he scrunched his nose up in delight as he mirrored the other's laugh. next, barton caressed reg's cheek with his thumb whilst the two stood across from each other. ❝ ahh... now that's what i'm talking about. thank you for the extra kiss, regulus. ❞ he let his other hand rest on the other's waist and tucked a loose strand of the other's hair behind his ear. he pulled his forehead away from reg's subsequently only to contemplate what he should say or do next.

without further ado, barton confessed to him, ❝ you know, i've been thinking about things a lot lately. specifically, how i've actually been scared to admit this aloud because i knew that this could change everything between us. but i love you. as more than a friend. ❞ a beat of silence passed before he added to what he said and the beginnings of his teeth showed with how his smile widened. it was warm, but somewhat nervous at the same time, ❝ and judging by the way you just kissed me, it'd be reasonable of me to think you feel the same way — right? so maybe we should sit down to talk about what we should do next about this. ❞

a beat passed in silence only for barton to mess around with the cervid a bit, ❝ personally, i vote that we should cuddle with each other, but i won't force you to do anything you don't want to. so just tell me what's on your mind. ❞

[ temple ] sender kisses the side of receiver’s head without saying a word

a blush escaped his cheeks. his human morph was reacting to it very well. he buries his face on the other's shoulder. he did not know how to react. regulus fixed himself. " thank you." he said softly. he touched the other's cheek. so soft! these human cheeks are soft. then he did it too. regulus felt his heart hammering. he felt calm and well very much at ease.

he kissed the other's lips softly. was this his first time attempt to kiss? yes. being a species without a mouth, this was still something that shocks him. he kissed him gently before pulling off. " sorry, my first attempt at making mouth contact is not great."

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barton had discovered something recently. this was that, whenever he was around regulus, the doctor just couldn't help but feel like kissing him for all of his sweetness — and because he knew now that what he felt for the other wasn't simply a deep friendship but something more romantic in nature. barton had spent a little while trying to figure out what exactly it was that he felt for reg, after all, considering that he admired him for all of his good qualities and still managed to feel warm around him when his not-so-good one's crept out. but the doctor didn't know whether that was because he felt like they were soulmates as friends or more.

as soon as barton awoke from a dream one day that him and regulus had gone on a date, only to kiss in the car afterward like the two of them were participants in gotham's next romantic comedy or something? he knew that he liked him as more than a friend. so ever since then, he'd been waiting for an opportunity to let the other know and as regulus had displayed he tried to make something for the two of them (some food), he kissed the side of the other's head to thank him. the cervids reaction had him smiling before he knew it as he let out a half-suppressed chuckle, ❝ oh, well, you're welcome. was that... okay by the way? i didn't overstep by doing that, did i? ❞

i just wanted to express that i appreciate you making an effort, and also that i love you, is what barton was thinking as he took a slight step back from regulus. but then his own temple was kissed and soon enough, the doctor felt warm lips colliding with his right after. he felt his own eyes widen in surprise at that, but his pupils dilated even more from their previous state whilst he looked at regulus now; which was rather illustrative of the way barton had a crush on the other. he let out a shallow huff as he could practically cry in happiness after feeling surprise overwhelm him. this meant that regulus must've liked him back, after all.

barton murmured a soft 'come here' then before lightly pressing an index finger to the other's lips. he wrapped regulus arm's around his waist and one of his own around his neck, shushing him before taking his finger off reg's lips. ❝ jesus... no, no. that was a wonderful first kiss. but if you want to enjoy it even more, you're going to want to do this right here. now kiss me again. ❞ barton cupped the other's cheek with his free hand and looked up at him with a pleading look in his eyes. ❝ please, baby. i was just a little shocked before, so that's why i didn't kiss back, but i promise i will this time. ❞

[ temple ] sender kisses the side of receiver’s head without saying a word

a blush escaped his cheeks. his human morph was reacting to it very well. he buries his face on the other's shoulder. he did not know how to react. regulus fixed himself. " thank you." he said softly. he touched the other's cheek. so soft! these human cheeks are soft. then he did it too. regulus felt his heart hammering. he felt calm and well very much at ease.

he kissed the other's lips softly. was this his first time attempt to kiss? yes. being a species without a mouth, this was still something that shocks him. he kissed him gently before pulling off. " sorry, my first attempt at making mouth contact is not great."

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barton hadn't even thought about the possibility that roman and him might be heard by the people the other hired outside; but in all honesty, he wouldn't care if they heard the noises they were making either. this was a private moment between them both — and at the feeling of roman sucking on his neck, barton groaned as it did leave a small mark on his neck that would surely make him remember this experience. he presumed that roman was laughing at how quickly he took off his clothes then. and as a result, he tells the other 'oh, hush. don't pretend like you haven't been begging for this' in a hushed voice.

barton uses the palm of his hand to very lightly spank the other's ass playfully afterward, as he didn't know how he'd react to that. but with the way his hips shook for him just a moment later, he couldn't wait to turn roman into a mess even more. the whine that the other left slip from his lips had barton's own cock twitching with need, but considering that he had promised roman he would pleasure him with his tongue; actually penetrating him could wait. barton nodded and told the other, ❝ alright, baby. just relax. ❞

it was from there that he bent his head down all the way to reach roman's taint, his tongue gliding across it lightly. he avoided licking the other's hole outright as of then, though, to start things out; only dragging his tongue around it several times before allowing his tongue to touch his taint again and make its way all the way from bottom to top of roman's crack. he was doing it in wide strokes with his tongue for now, letting out a moan as the taste of roman's hole was left on his tongue. barton stimulated his hole a couple more times like this, just temporarily bringing his tongue out of his ass to lap at it from bottom to top.

he wanted for it to loosen up a bit, after all, before he actually began to not move it from roman's ass at all. though barton could sense there was still a bit of resistance. and as a result, he took one of his hands off of his ass only to begin fondling his balls. he massaged them with a hand whilst he kept on licking at his hole the same way, only to stop when he felt roman's hole finally loosen up. barton smirked at that before darting his tongue within it once more, but without taking it from his hole at all. so he didn't have a break in between strokes as he moved his tongue up and down within roman's ass. subsequently, a hand lightly tugged at his scrotum to see if he would like that sort of sensation.

barton very gently nipped at the side of his hole then and sucked on it before pulling away to catch his breath, letting roman know, ❝ mm, you taste like fucking candy, roman. is this feeling good so far? ❞

˚　.˚　　　.　　. 　 ˚　. Barton's hips buck into his own and Roman's moans get louder, his body hitting against cabinets also emitting a sound. But he doesn't really care if his men outside of apartment door could hear them. He was enjoying himself and that's all he cared about the moment.

And as Barton makes his decision Roman bends to suck at the side of his neck a bit. An attempt at leaving a little mark there as they make their way to room.

Body hits bed and there's a chortle when clothes are so quick to be ripped off but it certainly feels nice to be free of clothes as fabric was feeling a little too tight after just that bit of rocking against one another. Positioned on display for the other Roman shakes hips to give Barton a bit of a show. Back arched nicely as he rolled back against hands when he's spread. And there's a hum he can feel himself already pulsing in anticipation and need. Both at core and his cock.

When it's mentioned he pushes it back with a little hiss just to show Barton how hard he'd really gotten him and there's a whine when he lets it go and it springs back up. Legs spread a little farther and head turns back in another whine, this one out of need this time. "Fucking yes, please. Need it."

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trust was not something that barton gave out rather easily. but in all honesty, he was about 99% sure that roman would fulfill his end of their deal. it was just a gut feeling, and if there was one thing that barton had learned throughout his life? it was that you should always trust your gut. barton loved it whenever roman gasped at the surprise of being picked up — the half-suppressed chuckle leaving his lips afterward being more than indicative enough of that. vocal partners, whether they were just temporary or long-term, just seemed to be something that itched a part of his brain just right after all.

so barton decided to reward roman further as he nipped at his lip with his teeth. the soft bite was hard enough to leave a light bruise, and that was exactly what the doctor wanted at that moment. he had made a promise to roman that he would be leaving marks all over his body that he fully intended to deliver on. the hips bucking against his felt really good, and combined with him grinding his own crotch into the others... the both of them were being a bit loud now. not to say that barton minded that at all.

barton only looked to the other parts of roman's abode before nodding. making sure that his grip on roman's body was relatively easy as he carried the man out of the room they were in and into his bedroom. setting roman down on his bed with just a bit of force, it isn't long until barton is unzipping his trousers and pulling them down quickly along with his boxers. the next thing to go is roman's shirt, his blazer, and barton's own top; all of which were tossed onto the floor in a hurried fashion. he could now see roman's ass in full view considering he set the man down on the bed to be on his knees.

and god's, did he have a nice ass. barton bent down to be close to his hole as he spread roman's cheeks apart to be able to expose the tissue within his ass next. a hum of satisfaction left him whilst he gently eased roman's legs to be separated just a bit more, so he could see the other's hardness lying untouched between his legs. ❝ oh, wow... your cock must be aching like crazy with how hard you are right now. don't worry though — i'm going to make that go away. are you ready for me to eat you out, roman? ❞

being as ambiguous as possible about who lived with him back at home was deliberate. because yes, while barton technically didn't have a reason to suspect that roman or any one of his lackeys would go after children... you could never be too careful around people in the underground. or people like barton in other words. they might've all been capable of defending themselves by now, but in several different ways, the doctor's family served as the glue that held him together. so he would take the chance to prevent anything from happening to them if he could.

in any case, the way roman rolled his eyes at barton made him furrow his eyebrows at him. if he were meaner, he thought, he would likely tell him to stop acting like he was being ridiculous when roman was wearing a suit in ninety degree weather; but barton knew that picking some fights with people just wasn't worth it (even if he was known for being quick to anger). hearing roman moan in response to how he gripped his ass made a smirk begin to creep up on his lips as he knew, from then on, he would probably be getting the chance to feel roman around him again.

barton had been thinking about him perhaps more than he would like to admit. his flushed face, the way he bent over for him, and how nice he tasted? those were all things that had been on his mind since their last meeting too. another moan seemed to escape from roman before barton knew it. it made him start to salivate a bit as he continued his ministrations to the other's hole, taking the other's thigh in the hand that had once been tangled in his hair. he did stop his movements for a moment, but this was only to lift roman up enough to have his legs encircle his waist so he could carry him.

after that, barton went back to stroking the other's hole as he stole sloppy kisses from him while holding him up. he spoke to roman in between breaks from the kisses while pressing him up against a cabinet, ❝ well, mm, i'm glad we could get that sorted out. you... you wouldn't happen to have a couch or a bed around here where i could fuck you, would you? i just think it'd be a lot more comfortable to rim you while you're on something soft. ❞

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being as ambiguous as possible about who lived with him back at home was deliberate. because yes, while barton technically didn't have a reason to suspect that roman or any one of his lackeys would go after children... you could never be too careful around people in the underground. or people like barton in other words. they might've all been capable of defending themselves by now, but in several different ways, the doctor's family served as the glue that held him together. so he would take the chance to prevent anything from happening to them if he could.

in any case, the way roman rolled his eyes at barton made him furrow his eyebrows at him. if he were meaner, he thought, he would likely tell him to stop acting like he was being ridiculous when roman was wearing a suit in ninety degree weather; but barton knew that picking some fights with people just wasn't worth it (even if he was known for being quick to anger). hearing roman moan in response to how he gripped his ass made a smirk begin to creep up on his lips as he knew, from then on, he would probably be getting the chance to feel roman around him again.

barton had been thinking about him perhaps more than he would like to admit. his flushed face, the way he bent over for him, and how nice he tasted? those were all things that had been on his mind since their last meeting too. another moan seemed to escape from roman before barton knew it. it made him start to salivate a bit as he continued his ministrations to the other's hole, taking the other's thigh in the hand that had once been tangled in his hair. he did stop his movements for a moment, but this was only to lift roman up enough to have his legs encircle his waist so he could carry him.

after that, barton went back to stroking the other's hole as he stole sloppy kisses from him while holding him up. he spoke to roman in between breaks from the kisses while pressing him up against a cabinet, ❝ well, mm, i'm glad we could get that sorted out. you... you wouldn't happen to have a couch or a bed around here where i could fuck you, would you? i just think it'd be a lot more comfortable to rim you while you're on something soft. ❞

˚　.˚　　　.　　. 　 ˚　. There's a slight groan as nails are felt against the skin of his neck. It seems his response wasn't quite as satisfactory as expected. Still, it makes him chortle softly, like the little prick he is. But he does wonder who Barton had at home depending on him, and perhaps that sparks a bit of jealousy in him with no good reason but he's not exactly sane.

And there's a slight roll of eyes as he wants to be dismissive of all this, because he doesn't really see the big deal. He operated around the GCPD all the time. But it's not like they suspected him in particular of anything. And if they did they were too scared to go after him because of that family name he still carried and their reputation for being litigious. Something Roman didn't particularly mind holding onto when it came to his family. But otherwise he wanted no part in anything associated to them.

Lips part to argue, but he's quickly distracted by the grab to his ass that makes him moan softly in a bit of a complaint, but only because it cuts him off from making his point. Then that offer that follows sure is tempting. He even takes a moment to consider it.

And what seems to seal his decision is when hand trails over his hole over clothes, making his eyes roll back in a moan as he grips onto Barton's shoulder. The push makes him whine and his head falls back as fingers tangle in his hair. A leg is hiked up to spread legs in a way because he wants more of this. And hands grip at Barton's clothes to bring him closer. "I'll set something up, get them focused on something else and they'll be gone." A glance down as he feels himself getting hard.

"Just -- keep doing that." It's more a plea than a demand though.

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upon smelling him, barton can immediately feel his face heat up with arousal — because he couldn't help but think about how much he'd love to just be able to wake up to that scent tomorrow. barton did have a certain distaste for people who participated in drug-trafficking, though, considering that all the people he'd known in the illegal trade previously... to keep things short, were scummy. and roman didn't seem to be the exception from that rule at all; but he was also hardly innocent himself.

however, barton reasoned, at least he didn't attract the attention of a bunch of police and had them enter black mask's territory as well as his (whether it was done intentionally or not didn't matter). the dollmaker simply listened to the other talk in an unconcerned way about the GCPD skulking around the docks, which rose the annoyance he was clearly feeling towards him. barton chuckled in disbelief at the other's dismissiveness before digging a couple of his nails into the back of roman's neck.

❝ roman, if i wanted your opinion on what i think they're going to do, i would've asked. regardless of what you believe about how long they will stay in the area, i still want them gone. i have people who depend upon me at home... and i don't need them feeling unsafe to go outside because a couple of pigs have decided they want to catch you with your pants down. so, if you'd be so kind as to get rid of them for me, that would be great. ❞ he took a deep breath in as he seriously considered what he was about to offer the other for a moment before giving into it.

i mean, they both seemed to have some kind of appetite for each other, that much was certain. so why not attempt to capitalize on that to get roman to get rid of them? barton could feel himself start to become hard quickly at the other's actions as he swallowed thickly, letting out a shaky breath whilst leaning into his hand. he laid a hand on roman's hip and transferred it to his ass, giving it a rough squeeze at his words. ❝ oh, christ, roman. you think those cops near the docks don't exist? i really did come here for that, but i did think about propositioning you once all the business was done. just... how about this? if you get rid of the cops then i'll show you what kind of wonderful things i can do with my tongue. ❞

barton let his hand trail over to his hole and used a couple of fingers to push into it through his pants by massaging it soon enough. he made eye contact with roman as he tangled his other hand in his hair, ❝ ahh, so you liked it when i scratched you, hmm? good. because i want to leave you with marks all over your body once i'm done with you. ❞

it was the weirdest thing. even though roman was the one who was being held at knife-point at the moment, barton could feel his heart start to race in his chest as he pressed the other up against the wall; the edge of the knife he held just barely pressed to the base of the other's neck. barton had come here for one reason and one reason only, he told himself — which had nothing to do with being attracted to black mask physically or otherwise.

but like a moth to a flame, considering how close barton was to the other man, the doctor can't help but want to take in a part of roman. he leaned forward towards his ear as a result, a barely audible sniffing sound leaving him as he kept the blade at his neck. the hand running down barton's side only served to make goosebumps ripple across his arms as he fought the urge to shiver. the doctor pressed the knife further into roman's neck defiantly (enough to draw a bead of blood) before speaking up.

❝ well, if you truly want to know, i really am thinking about chopping you up and eating you alive right now. you have been conducting some of your business a little too close to home to me... and that's made it increasingly hard for me to get around the docks as you have attracted the attention of those GCPD pigs. they have surveillance set up there now, trying to catch you in the act of doing something illegal, and they also have a van stationed right near my home. ❞ barton said this all in a normal voice but lowered his tone to a hushed one soon enough.

❝ and it's not my fucking job to kill these people while you play crime-lord in whatever warehouse you have set up at the docks. so, i don't care how, but you better get rid of these ass-hats before i have to hurt you to let you know just how serious i am about this. ❞ he let up on how hard he was pressing the knife to his throat, then, before dragging a single sharp nail across his neck to create a slight indent in his skin with it.

barton hesitated as he thought it might be a bad idea to say this, but he soon let roman know what else was on his mind. ❝ i've also been thinking about how, the last time we were together, we had sex... and i realized — i think i missed the smell of you. so here i am. ❞

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REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

listen, i'm back home now, i'm thinking about things, and i saw the maxton hall gifset floating around and i was like. yk what. carrying people is elite content, and gdi y'all deserve elite content! as always, DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! and there's a lil spicy addition under the readmore, but i left it there just in case people prefer to have a not-so-spicy version.

[ SLUMBER ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver because they're so sound asleep that they won't easily wake up.

[ INTERCEPT ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver out of the room because they're angry and on the brink of engaging in a fight with someone.

[ ASSIST ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver away for medical attention because they've been injured and can't walk easily.

[ HELP ]: sender picks up and carries the badly wounded receiver as fast as possible to the nearest hospital or the nearest place to administer urgent first-aid.

[ ELATION ]: sender scoops up the receiver and carries them away after a mutual victory, or having just received very good news (or maybe they're both just very happy for some reason!)

[ HOME ]: sender picks up the receiver to carry them over the threshold of their new home.

[ AID ]: sender finds the receiver too weak to move, and scoops them up to carry them to get some help.

[ UP ]: sender finds the receiver and picks them up to carry them a distance after learning they're unable to get up.

[ BAREFOOT ]: the sender picks up the receiver and carries them inside because they're not wearing any shoes.

[ WEARY ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall asleep during a task, and picks them up to carry them to bed so that they can actually sleep properly for once.

[ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to.

[ HERO ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt.

[ FLASH ]: the sender and receiver are part of a photoshoot, and in order to finish the last of the photos, the sender scoops up the receiver in their arms for the final pose.

[ TRAIN ]: during a training session (for a fight or a performance, dealer's choice!) the sender ends up holding the receiver in their arms during their session together.

[ URGENCY ]: sender carries the receiver away from danger after the receiver is revealed to be unable to move, either due to panic or injury.

[ OUT ]: sender grabs the receiver and lifts them into their arms after noticing them swaying and beginning to lose consciousness.

[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.

[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.

[ CAREFUL ]: sender gently lifts the receiver out of their seat and carries them carefully to bed after noticing they fell asleep and not wanting to waken them.

[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace.

[ FURTHER ]: sender, during an increasingly passionate make-out session with the receiver, suddenly takes them in their arms and carries them towards the bedroom to continue their evening in private.