#STOOOOP PLEASE

[rookthorne]

Are you trying to kill me with that gif? Seriously woman, I’ve defied death once, I cannot do it again 🤣

“So grumpy,” you forced his attention away from the slow drip of his coffee. “I’ll make it worth your while Sergeant Barnes.” You bit your lip and gave him your best fuck me eyes. They worked better than the puppy ones. 

target in sight.

Bucky had a hint of a smile on his lips. “Oh yeah? This is a big ask, doll. I better get something amazing in return.” 

ready to pull the trigger.

Bucky sighed but couldn’t ever deny you anything. “Yes,” he groaned.

BOOM

HEADSHOT

Shyness was a rare feeling for you–but as you walked hand in hand with Bucky through the crowded theater lobby, you could feel yourself blushing. The dress Bucky had picked out for you–emerald green velvet that left nothing to the imagination–captured everyone’s attention. Every eye was on you as Bucky guided you through the lobby and up to your private box seats. The fact that you were currently squeezing your thighs together, way too focused on the remote-controlled vibrator between your legs, may have had something to do with your sudden bashfulness. Bucky was sure to keep one hand stuffed in his pocket, to hide his left hand but mostly to torture you with the possibility that the vibrator could buzz to life at any moment. 

god, if this ever happens to me in real life, imma pass out.

You turned to him as he cleared his throat. Your eyes raked over his body too, following water droplets as they traveled down his chest and over his abs before disappearing under his towel. The uber-defined V-cut he was showing off made you salivate; you wanted to lick every drop of water off him until he was begging you to use your mouth somewhere else. 

focus, ladies, foc-

The mischievous twinkle in your eye disappeared as Bucky stalked toward you, a slightly annoyed frown on his face. He wasn’t in the mood to play. 

but daddy 🥺

HAYLIE FOR FUCKS SAKE

“Sweetheart?” He turned the vibe off and let you catch your breath. “Color?” 

“Green,” you panted. 

“Good girl, come here.” 

“Oh god, oh fuck, don’t stop–just like that–fuck doll gonna come in your slutty little mouth,” Bucky fucked your face harder than he ever had.

what does a girl gotta do to have this? asking for a friend

Bucky kissed the top of your head as he turned the vibe onto the lowest setting. He smirked as you jolted and glared at him. 

“Watch the show, baby girl,” he whispered. 

You bit your lip to contain your whimper. 

Baby girl–baby girl?! Jesus! What is he trying to do, get me pregnant? 

MY EXACT FUCKING THOUGHTS

“That actor doesn’t even look like you,” you muttered. “His ass is too flat.” 

You both leaned forward as Bucky dialed Sam’s phone, the loud ringtone going off right in the middle of Steve’s dramatic solo about Peggy. Sam jolted awake and scrambled for his phone as a disgruntled noise came from the audience. You and Bucky were nearly crying with laughter, and you both fell back into your seats when Sam turned in your direction. 

GODDAMMIT, GUYS! 🤣

“You look so gorgeous like this, sweetheart.” Bucky nibbled on your ear as his hand moved over your thigh again. “I wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier.” 

I can’t keep composed in these conditions please stop

have mercy

“You’re thinking about sucking my tits while I bounce on your cock, aren’t you?”

HA HA HA HA

SUCK SHIT BARNES!

You were undeterred; you scooted closer to him and ran your hand up and down his thigh. “Oh, come on, Sarge. I’m so horny,” you whined. “Just take me into a coat closet and fuck me real hard, real fast, please?” Your hand was now caressing his cock through his slacks, and you could feel him getting harder the more you talked. 

I am literally giggling at this, I love her so much.

“No one’s going to notice if I slip onto the floor and stick this fat cock down my throat.” 

You had lost count after the fourth one. Your brain was no longer functioning. How wrong you had been to think that Bucky would continue denying you. No, his plan was quite the opposite.

you would not hear me complaining at all. FUCK 🥵

Bucky crawled over you, your body jumping when his cock drug over your over sensitive clit. “Look at you,” Bucky almost chuckled as he kissed your flushed cheeks. “You’re already begging for mercy, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” 

you smug fucking bastard. I hate him.

“Fuck, fuck, such a dirty slut for me,” Bucky groaned, picking up speed. 

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 9

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

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Summary/Warnings: SMUT. JUST FILTHY DOM BUCKY SMUTTT. Okay, not just smut, you and Bucky go to the opening night of Rogers: The Musical!

5 Days Before Christmas 

“Come on, Buck, please,” you whined, giving Bucky your best puppy eyes. “It’ll be fun, and aren’t you at least a little curious?” 

Bucky rolled off of the air mattress and set his face in a look of determination, trying not to give in. “I’m really not. Musicals aren’t exactly my thing.” 

“Sam’s going, Clint and Bruce are going, baby, everyone but us is going,” you pouted, propping yourself up on your elbow as you watched Bucky stretch. 

“You can go with them; I won’t be upset.” 

Bucky gave you a soft smile over his shoulder before making a beeline for the coffee pot. You had tried to buy him a fancy contraption with little pods that you said would be much easier to use. But Bucky hated the taste; the flavors were all too sweet, and his plain black coffee tasted watered down. He continued to ignore your pouting stare as he scooped coffee into the filter. Your annoyed huff as you threw the blankets off of your body and got out of bed put a slight smile on his lips. 

“I don’t want to go without you.” You followed Bucky into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around him. “Are you afraid that the actor who plays you will be hotter, and I’ll leave you for him?” You teased. 

“Yeah, right,” Bucky scoffed. 

“So grumpy,” you forced his attention away from the slow drip of his coffee. “I’ll make it worth your while Sergeant Barnes.” You bit your lip and gave him your best fuck me eyes. They worked better than the puppy ones. 

Bucky had a hint of a smile on his lips. “Oh yeah? This is a big ask, doll. I better get something amazing in return.” 

You smiled at the glint of mischief in his eyes; he already had something in mind. “Like what, Buck?” You asked innocently. 

Bucky smirked. “I’ll surprise you. When is the show again?” 

Your eyes lit up at his concession. “It’s tonight. So, we’re going?” 

Bucky sighed but couldn’t ever deny you anything. “Yes,” he groaned.

You squealed as you stood on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Guess we better go do some last-minute shopping then.” 

“For what?” You asked. 

“For what you’re going to wear to make it worth my while.” Bucky winked at you, grabbing his fresh cup of coffee and leaving you bubbling with excitement in the kitchen. 

**

Shyness was a rare feeling for you–but as you walked hand in hand with Bucky through the crowded theater lobby, you could feel yourself blushing. The dress Bucky had picked out for you–emerald green velvet that left nothing to the imagination–captured everyone’s attention. Every eye was on you as Bucky guided you through the lobby and up to your private box seats. The fact that you were currently squeezing your thighs together, way too focused on the remote-controlled vibrator between your legs, may have had something to do with your sudden bashfulness. Bucky was sure to keep one hand stuffed in his pocket, to hide his left hand but mostly to torture you with the possibility that the vibrator could buzz to life at any moment. 

**

You were dusting a sparkly gold highlighter over your chest when Bucky stepped out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel low around his waist. 

His eyes roved over you; you were bent slightly over the sink, and your legs looked a mile long in the short dress. Your back was on display, your curly hair cascading down over your shoulders. The velvet fit snugly over your ass which was sinfully tempting in the position you were in. Bucky’s eyes moved up to watch you in the mirror, your brush moving delicately over the tops of your breasts, which looked ridiculously good. His throat felt dry as he tried not to think about slipping your dress up over your hips and watching your tits in the mirror as they bounced rhythmically with every sharp thrust he gave you. His dominant nature had been itching to come out and play, but as he admired you, his desire to let you do anything you wanted threatened to temper his fire.

You turned to him as he cleared his throat. Your eyes raked over his body too, following water droplets as they traveled down his chest and over his abs before disappearing under his towel. The uber-defined V-cut he was showing off made you salivate; you wanted to lick every drop of water off him until he was begging you to use your mouth somewhere else. 

“Hey, handsome,” you said with a flirty grin. “It’s really a shame that we’re skipping the red carpet—you’re too hot to sit back and let Sam get all the attention. Him and Yelena are already sending me pictures—they think they saw Rihanna—Bucky, are you even listening to me?” 

“You look fucking amazing. Are you—” Bucky’s eyes hadn’t moved from where they were focused on your tits; he was practically drooling. 

You stuck your chest out a little more. “Am I what, Buck?” 

“The dress is backless—” he cleared his throat. 

You snickered and pulled the top of your dress down, flashing him your bare chest. 

“Fuck,” Bucky muttered under his breath, rubbing his jaw as if he was in pain. 

You smiled at him as you fixed your dress. “Are you sure you’re going to make it through the evening, Buck?” 

“Oh, I’ll be fine.” 

You narrowed your eyes at the change in his tone. You looked back at him–his whole demeanor had shifted as he casually leaned against the door frame, his lips twitching with a secret. 

“I have some rules for you to follow,” his commanding whisper was well controlled; he was determined to stay in charge. “Number one, you gotta call me by my appropriate title.” 

“You want me to call you Sarge?” You batted your eyelashes at him in the mirror as you put your earrings in. 

Bucky tried to ignore the twitch under his towel as you said it and nodded his head. “Sergeant Barnes is also acceptable.” 

“Is that all?” You leaned over the counter again, trying to make him lose his grasp on his control. 

The mischievous twinkle in your eye disappeared as Bucky stalked toward you, a slightly annoyed frown on his face. He wasn’t in the mood to play. 

You watched as he silently opened his bathroom drawer and pulled out a small silk bag. What he took out of it made your heart rate pick up. Bucky smirked as he quickly slid his hands under your dress and pulled your black lacy panties down your legs. Before he could ask if you wanted to continue, you spread your legs wider for him. A tiny gasp left your lips as Bucky pushed the vibrator inside of you and pulled your underwear back up. 

“Second rule, no coming unless I say so,” he whispered against your neck. 

He turned to leave the room, and you stared after him with your mouth half-open in surprise. 

“Buck–oh shit,” your words died on your tongue as the vibrator turned on, stimulating not only your now very sensitive clit, but also your g-spot perfectly. 

“You’re already breaking the rules,” Bucky tsked, crossing his arms as he watched you try and control yourself. 

You shivered at how upset he looked–his disappointment that you couldn’t follow one simple rule shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did. 

Bucky turned the vibration up a notch, and you leaned against the counter, your pretty lips parted in a little “O,” your cheeks already starting to flush. He licked his lips, fighting the groan that was building; he was already rock hard, and you hadn’t even left the house yet. 

“Sweetheart?” He turned the vibe off and let you catch your breath. “Color?” 

“Green,” you panted. 

“Good girl, come here.” 

You went to him on shaky legs, his angry scowl softening now that you had accepted your role for the evening. 

“Look what you do to me, doll.” Bucky grabbed your hand and pressed it against the prominent erection his towel was attempting to hide. 

You bit your lip and looked up at him with surprised doe eyes. 

“Need you to be a good girl and take care of this for me before we leave.” He slowly rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it pop back into place.

You choked back your moan; you wanted him like this all the time. You licked your lips in anticipation. “Yes, Sarge.”

Bucky groaned at your sultry voice and the title slipping off your tongue as you sank to your knees in front of him. 

Bucky grabbed the door frame to steady himself as you threw his towel on the floor, skipped the teasing, and sucked his thick cock into your warm mouth. 

“Look so pretty with your lips around me,” Bucky moaned. “Take it all.” 

He gasped as you relaxed your throat and let his tip slip in. “Such a good girl, fuck.” 

You clenched around the vibrator in your pussy and moaned on Bucky’s cock. He was absolutely killing you. 

“Just like that—little faster sweetheart.” 

You sped up, hollowing your cheeks—your heart racing as Bucky moaned loudly. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, and he tasted so damn good. You felt like a fucking goddess on the floor as he sang down praises and tried to control the pitch of his voice. Your tongue swirled around the red tip of his cock, and you knew he was close; his thighs started to shake under your hands. You brought a hand up to gently squeeze his balls, and Bucky’s hands flew to your hair as his cock twitched on your tongue. 

“Oh god, oh fuck, don’t stop–just like that–fuck doll gonna come in your slutty little mouth,” Bucky fucked your face harder than he ever had. Your fingernails dug sharply into his thigh, but you didn’t stop him; you felt like you were going to come any second. 

You gave his balls another slight squeeze, and he whimpered loudly as he filled your mouth with his hot cum. 

You sucked him clean as he leaned against the door catching his breath. 

Still on your knees, your hair a mess and your cheeks flushed, you looked up at him innocently. “Was that good, Sarge?” 

“Fucking hell,” Bucky groaned and pulled you to your feet. “Are you sure we can’t just stay here?” He kissed and groped you needily–grabbing handfuls of your ass under your dress before moving up to roughly squeeze your breasts. 

“I’m fucking soaked, baby,” you whimpered in his ear. 

Bucky groaned and started to push you toward the bed. 

“But, I wanna see what else you have in store for tonight before you fuck me stupid.” 

Bucky forced himself to separate from you. “Well, my plan is to see how quickly I can make you beg to come home.” 

“Challenge accepted,” you smiled. 

Bucky pecked your lips before starting to get dressed. “I’m not gonna go easy on you.” He licked his lips at your hesitant expression. “Meet me outside when you’re ready. If I stand here any longer, I won’t be able to resist fucking you–you smell divine.” Bucky groaned the last few words and quickly removed himself from the temptation, disappearing into the closet to put his suit on. This was supposed to be torture for you, but he would suffer as much. 

**

Bucky waved to Sam over the railing; while the rest of the Avengers had opted for seats closer to the stage, Bucky had requested a private box. Even with his plan in place to distract himself, every time he glanced at the stage and the people down below, he felt like he might be sick. 

“You okay?” You whispered when he took his seat next to you. 

Your gentle touch and the concern in your voice soothed him back into his earlier demeanor. “Fine,” he kissed your lips quickly before placing his hand in his pocket.  

He sat back with an innocent smile on his face as he watched you squirm. He hadn’t used the vibe yet, and your anticipation of when he would was turning out to be more delicious than actually using it. 

As the lights dimmed and the first song began, you relaxed into your seat, squeezing Bucky’s hand. 

Bucky kissed the top of your head as he turned the vibe onto the lowest setting. He smirked as you jolted and glared at him. 

“Watch the show, baby girl,” he whispered. 

You bit your lip to contain your whimper. 

Baby girl–baby girl?! Jesus! What is he trying to do, get me pregnant? 

You tried to focus on the show, but the pressure on your clit was too overwhelming. Bucky sitting next to you in an all-black suit that even Zemo would have been proud of was not helping your situation. You squeezed his hand and your armrest, trying very hard not to move your hips, but all you wanted was to grind down onto the vibrator stuffed in your pussy until you came. 

Bucky moved his hand out of your grip and rubbed your thigh, the short dress gave him easy access to your warm skin, and he nearly growled at the barely audible whimper that left your throat. 

He left you like that for a while, teasing you with his large hand and the low-level vibration until you leaned closer to him and begged for more. 

Bucky turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “What was that baby girl?” 

You closed your eyes as the pleasure of his words washed over you. “Please, Sarge? Wanna come,” you whispered in his ear. 

Your warm breath on his ear and neck made his cock twitch. He turned the vibration up again. 

“Oh fuck–please,” you begged, your nails digging into his bicep. 

“Behave.” Bucky turned his attention to the show and rolled his eyes as his character came on stage. 

You pouted and sat back in your seat when Bucky turned the vibe off completely. You were so wet, so turned on, your skin felt red hot. After downing your vodka on the rocks, you started to feel a little more in control. You held Bucky’s hand again, laying on his shoulder and rubbing his strong muscles with your free hand. 

“That actor doesn’t even look like you,” you muttered. “His ass is too flat.” 

Bucky snorted, drawing annoyed looks and huffs from the audience members in the surrounding boxes. 

You smiled, glad that Bucky seemed to be enjoying himself. You wanted this to be a good experience for him. You sat like that for a while, cuddled together, and made jokes about the show. Bucky pointed out every detail they got wrong and added his own memories. 

“Look,” you nudged Bucky, “Sam’s already asleep.” 

Bucky looked over the railing and saw Sam practically drooling as he slept on Yelena’s shoulder. 

“Wow, embarrassing.” Bucky grinned as he pulled out his cellphone. “You think he turned his phone off?” 

“Don’t!” You whispered with a goading smile. 

You both leaned forward as Bucky dialed Sam’s phone, the loud ringtone going off right in the middle of Steve’s dramatic solo about Peggy. Sam jolted awake and scrambled for his phone as a disgruntled noise came from the audience. You and Bucky were nearly crying with laughter, and you both fell back into your seats when Sam turned in your direction. 

Bucky slumped down, hiding his smile with his hand as he showed you the angry text Sam had just sent. 

“Scale of 1-10, how much does he hate us right now?” You wiped the tears from your eyes and sat back up in your seat. 

“Oh, definitely a 20.” 

“Probably–” your sentence was cut off when Bucky suddenly turned the vibe back on to the highest setting. 

You had to bite your tongue to keep from moaning as you clenched your thighs together. 

Bucky watched you from the corner of his eye, your body rigid, trying so hard not to move, your eyes desperate and pleading, your chest moving up and down rapidly. He wanted you so much–he needed to break you. 

“You look so gorgeous like this, sweetheart.” Bucky nibbled on your ear as his hand moved over your thigh again. “I wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier.” 

You bit your lip as his hand traveled higher up your thigh. You nodded your head in response to his words, but he paused his movements. 

“If you wanna come, we gotta go home.” 

You huffed and glared at him. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched you try not to come in the middle of the theater. He thought you didn’t notice his lingering gaze on your tits, which were heaving up and down rapidly now. You watched his eyes flick to them again, and his hand squeezed your thigh tightly while his tongue wet his lips. You could break him too. 

“You’re thinking about sucking my tits while I bounce on your cock, aren’t you?” 

Bucky’s eyes snapped back up to yours, and he turned the vibe off. “That’s not how this works, baby girl,” he whispered against your cheek before lightly kissing it. 

You were undeterred; you scooted closer to him and ran your hand up and down his thigh. “Oh, come on, Sarge. I’m so horny,” you whined. “Just take me into a coat closet and fuck me real hard, real fast, please?” Your hand was now caressing his cock through his slacks, and you could feel him getting harder the more you talked. 

“Sweetheart–” Bucky warned but made no move to stop you as you started to undo his button and zipper. 

“It’s dark, and we’re sitting all alone. No one’s going to notice.” 

Bucky tilted his head back as your nails drug lightly over his erection through his boxers. 

“No one’s going to notice if I slip onto the floor and stick this fat cock down my throat.” 

“Fuck,” Bucky quietly groaned and gripped your wrist before you could slip your hand down his boxers. “No,” he hissed at you and moved your hand out of his pants. 

You crossed your arms and huffed at him. 

“I told you to behave,” Bucky growled at you as he pulled your face closer to his. “Now I’m gonna have to punish you. It’s too bad, I really wanted to make you come on my cock over and over when we got home, but I guess I’ll have to do without.” 

Bucky shrugged dramatically and sat back in his seat, trying not to smirk at the agape look on your face. 

You sat back in your own seat, stubbornly keeping your arms crossed, even when he reached out to hold your hand. You were going to force him to give in first. 

But he didn’t. He didn’t turn the vibe back on either, which was driving you crazy.  

Finally, when you realized the play was getting to the part where Bucky “died,” you softened. This was supposed to be a good time for both of you. 

You curled back up against his side and held his hand between both of yours. 

“I’m okay,” Bucky whispered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. 

“Okay, baby,” you whispered back with a kiss on his cheek. You kept your hold on his hand and tightened it when you realized they were launching into a Winter Soldier sequence that detailed every horrible highlight of Bucky’s past. 

Bucky’s eyes darted around nervously as he noticed a few people glancing in his direction. He didn’t want to ruin the night for you; he could do this. 

“Baby, can we go get some air? I don’t feel so great.” You tugged on his hand, and he quickly nodded and led you out of the theater. 

Once you were in the cold New York air, you shrugged into your coat and leaned against the brick wall. 

“You okay, doll? Did I go too far?” Bucky’s brow was furrowed with concern. 

“I’m okay, baby,” you smiled at him and grabbed his tie to pull him closer to you. 

Understanding dawned on Bucky’s face–you had done that for him, knowing he wouldn’t have done it himself. 

You kissed him before he could say anything. “You won the game, Sergeant Barnes. Please, I’m begging you, take me home. I need you,” You kissed him through your words, getting increasingly needier. 

Bucky brushed your hair back, smiling at you adoringly. “I love you, doll.”  Bucky kissed you again, shoving his tongue in your mouth while his hands glided down your back and over your ass. He pulled away and let you chase his lips before pushing you back against the wall. “But, I’m still gonna punish you for that stunt you pulled in there.” 

You whimpered; the thought of not getting to come made you want to cry, but it was worth it to find out what kinds of delicious torment he had in store. 

** 

Never in your life had you let a man or woman have total control of your body the way you let Bucky. You surrendered to him without any doubt, without even a hint of hesitancy. And you had been thoroughly rewarded. 

Your ass still stung from the first part of your punishment; the sound of Bucky’s big hand landing on your flesh still rung in your ears. The ties around your wrist dug into your skin harshly as you pulled on them for the hundredth time, desperately trying to touch Bucky–touch him anywhere. You were desperate to feel him. 

“Bucky!” You tried to squirm away from his mouth. You gasped as Bucky slapped your thigh. “Fuck–Sorry! Sarge,” you gulped in air as Bucky’s tongue sped up. ``Please, I can’t take anymore.” Even as you said it, your hips lifted to catch the friction of his nose against your clit, and you moaned lowly as he pulled another orgasm from you. You had lost count after the fourth one. Your brain was no longer functioning. How wrong you had been to think that Bucky would continue denying you. No, his plan was quite the opposite. 

Bucky crawled over you, your body jumping when his cock drug over your over sensitive clit. “Look at you,” Bucky almost chuckled as he kissed your flushed cheeks. “You’re already begging for mercy, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” 

“It’s too much,” you shuddered as his lips attached to your neck. 

“Hmm,” Bucky trailed his tongue up to your ear. “That’s quite the turnaround from begging for my cock in the middle of the theater.”  

Bucky moved down to suck your pert nipple into his mouth. “You have such pretty tits, doll,” he groaned, grinding against your hip. “I think I have an idea.” Bucky gently bit the top of your breast before moving back to your lips. “You gonna give me want?” 

Fuck him for making your sore pussy clench again. 

“Yes, Sarge,” you quickly agreed. 

“Good girl.” Bucky pecked your lips before sitting up on his knees. 

He only had to give you a look, and you knew what he wanted. You opened your mouth, flattening your tongue to allow his entrance. Bucky held on to the headboard, just above where your wrists were tied, and gave a few deep strokes into your mouth before pulling out. 

You whined at the loss, and Bucky shushed you, moving down your body until his throbbing cock fit in the valley of your breasts. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, squirming underneath him. 

“You like this, baby girl? Want me to fuck your tits?” Bucky gently cupped the sides of your breasts, squeezing them together around his cock while he circled your nipples with his thumbs. 

“Please, Sarge, use me, please,” you panted until he started moving. 

His thick cock slid perfectly between your soft flesh, and Bucky could already feel the high he had put off for too long, quickly approaching. 

You stared up at him in total admiration. The look of bliss on his face was indescribable, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth, his handsome scruff shining from the hours he spent between your legs–but the best part was the little tremble of his lips, the click of his jaw when he started to get close. 

“Please, Sarge. Want you to come on my tits.” You stuck your tongue out again, lapping at his sensitive cock head every time it peeked through your cleavage. 

“Fuck, fuck, such a dirty slut for me,” Bucky groaned, picking up speed. 

“Yeah, only for you, Sarge. Give it to me.” 

The pressure snapped, and Bucky stilled; the sight of his come landing over your breasts and face had him completely stunned. No sounds came out of his mouth as he looked down at you, watching you slide your tongue over your lips to catch a taste of him. 

“So fucking perfect,” he groaned as he climbed off the bed to get a warm towel. 

You didn’t miss his cock bobbing between his legs, still just as hard as it was when you started.

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All right let's talk about what it means to Trick Someone because I'm full of Salt.

Here is the definition of "trick":

trick /trĭk/

noun

An act or procedure intended to achieve an end by deceptive or fraudulent means. synonym: wile. Similar: wile

A mischievous action; a prank. "likes to play tricks on the other students in the dorm."

A stupid, disgraceful, or childish act. "Don't let the kids pull any tricks while we're gone."

A peculiar trait or characteristic; a mannerism.

A peculiar event with unexpected, often deceptive results.

A deceptive or illusive appearance; an illusion. "This painting plays tricks on the eyes."

And for good measure, let's see what "fraudulent" means since I'm going to assume everyone here knows what "deception" means:

fraudulent /frô′jə-lənt/

adjective

Engaging in fraud; deceitful.

Characterized by, constituting, or gained by fraud. "fraudulent business practices."

Using fraud; tricky; deceitful; dishonest. Similar: tricky deceitful dishonest

So when people insist that Gonta was "tricked", they are trying to say he was fooled or deceived into Killing Miu. This, in turn, means that Gonta Must Not have Known what he was Doing, as being "tricked" into doing something means to be deceived. AKA, if he knew that Killing Miu was going to kill her, then he was not deceived, and thusly, not tricked.

Oh, but wait--

Alter Ego Gonta doesn't exclaim that he didn't know Miu had died, or that he didn't realize his actions would lead to Miu's death--He knew that his actions would kill her. He was surprised that his real self knew that he had murdered, and that surprised him, because Kokichi was supposed to take the fall for Gonta. They weren't SUPPOSED to know that Gonta killed Miu. That's why he's devastated/disappointed that they (He and Kokichi) failed.

To continue:

Gonta literally admits to killing Miu because he knew no one else wanted to. He knew that no one else would want to kill to Mass Mercy Kill the rest of the class, so he took that burden upon himself as a sort of twisted self-sacrifice.

I love how Kokichi spells it out that he told Gonta they should mercy kill everyone and yet this detail gets swept under the damn rug all the damn time--

But that is not the point so I am moving on

HUZZAH. The man himself, everyone.

Hmmmmmmm! Sure sounds like a motive rather than a deception if you ask me--

Gee this is sure awkward dialogue for a deception. Because it sounds like Gonta had the motive to kill everyone. Because he thought Hell was all around them, and living in hell sounded like a fate worse than death.

Interesting development here though:

"When I saw the flashback light my first thought was 'It would be easier to die'." That is what Gonta said before--and then he suggests that he had all of those other thoughts after that first thought--like that it's hell inside, it's hell outside, it would just be easier for them all to die, and this was BEFORE Kokichi even said a word to convince Gonta.

Gonta was already on the same damn page before Kokichi even spoke.

And when everyone was demanding Gonta to tell them the truth?

He did that all on his own. No influence from Kokichi. He said that he couldn't tell anyone the truth, because if he did, they they would all feel the horrible despair he was feeling.

Like if you hate Kokichi? Fine. If you can't stand him? Whatever.

But. Stop. Saying. He. Tricked. Gonta.

You are being ableist as FUCK and removing one of Gonta's best character development moments--of his kindness twisting and warping into a motive for murder.

Gonta is not a damn child. He knows what killing means. He knows that him killing Miu means she would fucking die. That was his aim! That was his GOAL! He wanted to kill Miu to mass mercy kill the class! He wanted to kill them all before they felt the same despair he and Kokichi felt!

Even if you don't believe me on Kokichi's motivation lining up with Gonta can you at LEAST acknowledge that Gonta is very blatantly talking about his own motivations and was convinced of this himself? That this was his motive to kill? That he is a tragic character who was so twisted by grief and despair that he thought death was the only salvation?

Can you like.

Consider this for one second? Please???

[exilethegame]

I legit thought baby trystan was like very small bcs they're a baby but they're 6'2??? but idc how tall they are. I will still carry them and kiss their forehead and sing them a lullaby

Baby baby Trystan, pre-exile, was small, but they had a big ole' growth spurt in the three years MC was gone 💪

And honestly both Trystan's would love to be coddled... just neither one is going to admit it.

[jokaarija]

me when bojere

[pkmn-bw-defender]

This scene is so cute 😭💖

[n3felibata]

I wish I could see Stolas and Via's relationship the same way I did before I saw what people are saying about them on the internet

[troublesomesnitch]

Watching the latest episode...

[bloodlustlxix]

My wisdom teeth need to be removed ASAP...

THIS SHIT HURTS!!!!

[ok-dxh-knockmeout]

via thecobrasnake

[officially-konata]

hatred is burning towards someone and i need it to stop

[fallingtitansspeciallittleboy]

Playing rhythm hive again and I cannot stop pulling R Wonwoo cards. Bro ily but I need the other members as well. I spent 3000 of the new event currency trying to get a UR Hoshi card AND I GOT WONWOO AGAIN. BROTHER.

[rubberduckyrye]

I need people to stop trying to police other people on how to tag posts they reblog from you.

That is not how shit works.

[solstheimtxt]

Went to a third doc as a last attempt for this ear infection, she took literally like a 2 second glance and said 'oh my god, that looks really painful!' And prescribed amoxicillin and neomycin

[albonium]

[a-driftamongopenstars]

omfg what did you do to chat bubbles, tumblr. is this also a new thing or did i just notice it. i don't like it.