" ― any philosophy, you'll corrupt. you'll stitch together any lie and tale, so long as it means you can kill in the name of something bigger than yourself. from what i've heard... you don't want a father. you want a GOD. "
[ mostly headcanon based portrayal of BARTON MATHIS, or THE DOLLMAKER from dc comics' new 52 run. private and semi-literate, as well as literate. written by autumn! the mun is 24, uses she/her pronouns and this account is 18+. mature themes such as serial killings, medical experimentation and malpractice, heavy violence, etc. will be featured on this account so please keep that in mind before deciding to interact. ]
a study in the themes of manipulation, loneliness as a destructive force, the dangers of ideology and the problem with establishing something as true, revenge, fatherhood, and the complexity of human relationships.
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▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| The deviant clay actor really never thought in their wildest dreams they'd have gotten settled down and had a child. Impossible, right? It should've been. Yet here Basil was, staring at a sleeping half year old child, watching his chest rise from breathing slowly. ❝ So perfect... ❞ He mumbled.
barton could hardly believe it himself at times — i mean, that the both of them had managed to cast aside the villainous sides of themselves in favor of living a simple life instead — but at the same time... the doctor thought that if there was one thing that would motivate him to do so, it'd be the birth of a new child. and so here he was, dressed in a green robe as he laid under the covers with basil, one arm spread out above his torso to cuddle the other; but he was also looking down at the little bassinet set up beside their bed that had their baby boy in it, casper.
and barton couldn't help but let an immense sense of love build up in his chest as he processed his situation again then. he was with not only one person he cared about more than anyone else in the world, after all, but two and a smile melted across his lips as his eyes flitted over to look at his lover. barton hummed in contentment before caressing basil's stomach with his thumb, ❝ yeah... i can hardly believe how beautiful he is to tell you the truth. but then again, casper did seem to inherit most of your facial features, so it makes sense. you're so handsome. ❞ the doctor lightly pressed his hand up against the other's stomach, only to gently squeeze it teasingly. without any hesitation, barton leaned up to kiss him on the edge of his jaw, nuzzling his head on basil's shoulder on the way down that his head took.
❝ but he's growing up so fast. therefore, i think i am reminded once more of why my adoptive father said he might have to start putting "bricks on my head to keep me from growing' at one time... ❞
❝ please … please, please, oh please let me cum! ❞
'sexual sounds, words, and actions' prompts.
it made for a bit of a unique day whenever barton came over to spend time with his husband for the third time that week and, without any hesitation, immediately pinned him against one of the stands in the park — kissing him fervently and feeling down his body with one hand... though unique in a good way, of course. its just not something he did every day was all, but that day, barton murmured in between kisses to mapplethorpe that he 'missed him so much' and he was just 'counting down the minutes until he got off work.' so, perhaps his day was overly boring or just a little bad, but did that matter now when barton was picking his lover up and placing him on their daybed while still not breaking from kissing him? probably not, in the doctor's book.
it was honestly before both of them knew it that he was stripping mapple down to his boxers, then teasingly palming his length through the fabric only to yank them off of him. they joined his pants on the floor then, and barton slicked up his fingers with some lube before pushing one finger into his husband. he thrusted that finger into him a good amount of times while prying moans and groans from mapplethorpe's pretty lips; but that wasn't all he was planning to do with him, as barton pushed in a second finger, scissoring them in mapple's hole. the doctor reached as deep as he could into the other subsequently and, to ensure his lover would be feeling that dizzying tiredness after they were done if he wouldn't already, brushed his fingers against his prostate over and over again.
'please … please, please, oh please let me cum!' is how mapple responded to this and barton smirked in kind. he was holding his cock at the base with his other hand firmly, preventing him from cumming too quickly presumably, and so he could definitely see why this poor little angel of his was saying that. but barton gently whispered some 'shh's' that were meant to be comforting to mapplethorpe because of it, though didn't let go of his cock, tilting his head to the side as he took a subtle break from the thrusting of his fingers to simply brushing them up against his prostate delicately, ❝ shh. shh, its alright, baby. i know you want to cum, but i want to give you something extra special tonight, and then you can finish — alright? ❞
he slipped his fingers out of mapplethorpe next, basically ensuring he wouldn't cum and reached over to pick up the backpack he brought, unzipping it to pull out and reveal a prostate massager. barton kissed the side of the other's knee after as he rubbed his skin there soothingly with his thumb, asking him, ❝ i bought this today to try out if you want me to fuck you with it. it vibrates, and i'm sure that you'll be aching in all the right places tomorrow if you cum on it... so do you want this? ❞
and if i said that i wanted to start posting USFW stuff on @dichotomiess, would you all support, because oh my GOD... you all don't know the type of yearning jia has gone through + the way that resgalis and lucifer can move OKOK
ARGH trying to figure out what 'occupation' i should give loki whenever he is definitely not a 'i have a 9-5' type of guy and will literally look you in the face while telling you that somebody cursed you with a concerned look on his face before frolicking away like 'good luck with that' is difficult, let me tell you all that JSJS LMAO but what do you all think since i'm adding him to my multi... should he be a restorer of ancient texts and/or artifacts, the likes of which he restores through a process that uses heat and chemical fire to reveal hidden layers or repair damage (something he could easily do as the god of fire as he is able to generate it at will), a perfumer who makes perfumes that is basically fire magic disguised as chemistry and thus, loki subtly crafts scents that get people to spill their secrets or feel drawn to making certain choices... or C) an ethical hacker who goes into corporations and govts. as he was hired by them to basically break into their own systems to see how easy it was + expose vulnerabilities to the people who hired him
anybody want a starter from me that i'll send in the morning on here featuring barton + his kid/s whenever they were little... BC i am feeling like expanding upon what kind of father he was back then, so feel free to like and/or comment on this post if you want one :3
AUGHHH annoyed again because my mom was bothering me about not having any hours at my job this week and i was like 'mom, respectfully, that is not my fault because my Manager scheduled me for one day this week and it was a day that i wasn't even supposed to be scheduled for so i texted her + she removed me from the schedule so i have this week off... and that is a GOOD thing because i start both CNA classes and regular college classes next week so? get off my ass PLS and thank you' like i need a break to mentally prepare myself before diving into hell next week /hj
thinking about the possibility of barton lifting up his shirt to his chest whenever a FWB / lover tells him that they need to feed as they're a vampire because there's more fat there + so it hurts less for him to get bitten there... and thus, if ur muse is a vampire, he is ready to PROVIDE okok + just imagining him running a hand through their hair as he gasps a lil' from the feeling of their fangs sinking into him and them then drinking from his side is sooo GAHHH
anybody want a starter from me that i'll send in the morning on here featuring barton + his kid/s whenever they were little... BC i am feeling like expanding upon what kind of father he was back then, so feel free to like and/or comment on this post if you want one :3
an independent, semi - selective && heavily headcanonned personal interpretation of ANIMAL MAN aka buddy baker from DC COMICS ( loved by pip › promo cred to @fellstardust ♡ )
anybody want a starter from me that i'll send in the morning on here featuring barton + his kid/s whenever they were little... BC i am feeling like expanding upon what kind of father he was back then, so feel free to like and/or comment on this post if you want one :3
i'm sorry, but it somewhat puzzles me even though logically, it shouldn't because i created this man but at the same time... i think it really is a true testament to how much barton loved yves, someone he had an unrequited crush on, that he basically left him be for the rest of his life after realizing that he couldn't be friends with him anymore since his feelings for him were too strong. and i say this because barton's attitude around anyone else he loved who he didn't have strong enough feelings for in regards to an unrequited crush on would probably be like 'HAHA yay ❤️' in a bad way now + by that, i mean barton would really be staring at his competition for his crush from afar with this look on his face
that is, before doing something like tripping them while they're in the middle of walking so that they would get run over and swooping in to comfort his unrequited crush over their death when they 'need someone' so hopefully, they'll forget all about them and fall for him... like 😭 okay, my guy, can we just TALK ABOUT HOW INSANE THAT IS PLEASEEE
you do what you think is best, fumbling around as you try and figure out what to do until it becomes increasingly obvious that whatever you're doing is apparently right if his reactions meant anything. you can hear barton moan as he rubs against your crotch, needy for something you might be able to provide. it makes you smile, a flurry of warm feelings rush into your chest as you feel happy to be useful, to have done a good job. your fingers work his nipples in a way you've done to your own, when it's late at night and you're in the bath, horny and too confused about what to do or where to start so you just do what feels right (the uncertainty of your hands on your tiny breasts, pinching and twisting and pulling as you choke back moans).
" ya like it? " you ask, chuckling a little at him. " i won't stop, don' worry. " if he likes it, you wanna keep going, especially when he's making such pretty noises and giving you sweet nips. will he cum from just this? from just the feeling of your hands on his breasts, from the twists of your finger is clumsy clockwork motions.. will he cum? you want him to.. you want to hear him at his peak, want to press wet kisses to his neck as he comes down from pleasure's climax.. " jus' tell me if ya want me ta do anythin'.. differently, i guess. would it feel good ta suck on them? would ya like that? "
barton didn't know whether or not desensitization of the nipples actually worked or not, if he was being honest, considering he hadn't tried it before now; but he was now somewhat wishing he'd tried it earlier... for all the times that rosie had gently and slowly stroked around his breasts, as well as the times he'd taken to rub at his own nipples whilst he touched himself below to attempt to 'train' his body to find it nice, appeared to be paying off now. the doctor can feel himself become half-hard in his boxers then before he lowered a hand down to hook his thumb within the fabric. barton soon began to shimmy out of them whilst his thumb pulled them downwards, them reaching his knees before he knew it, and finally were thrown on the floor next to them.
he could foresee himself becoming fully hard without fail with the way rosie was touching him, after all, a slightly louder moan leaving the doctor's lips at the attention now. with barton's eyes half-lidded, he can't help but wonder whether rosie had practiced touching and tweaking at her own nipples in private, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip as his cock went fully hard at her stimulation and that thought. barton nodded vigorously, telling rosie: ❝ yes, mommy. its taking every ounce of my being not to touch myself right now in fact. but can i? i-i've got some lube in the nightstand, ❞ the doctor had to pause as the other kept on continuing her ministrations around his nipples, a half-gasp leaving barton as he felt a spark of pleasure course through him all the way from his nipples to his cock.
barton could see precum starting to bead out his length and drip down onto the sheets, dotting the fabric, and his nipples started to feel almost swollen with the attention. he let out a whimper, a pant soon following as he mouthed at rosie's jaw more to create a mark there. precum began to gingerly flood more down his cock subsequently in rivulets and barton closed his legs around his length, rubbing it between them to stimulate it; though he stopped in the middle of it before he could possibly get caught next by rosie and could feel his cock throb at the possibility of getting his nipples sucked, a high moan leaving him, ❝ oh... oh my god, please, mama. i want that so bad. i already feel this pressure in my lower belly, you know, and it'd be good if i came for you — right? ❞
not-so-fun fact: barton's scar on his shoulder, which looks like something hot splattered on it BC of how it dips in + is thick and ridged at some parts of it in a pattern that looks indicative of something pooling in certain parts of his skin — as opposed to the other parts of his skin which are raised and shiny from where he had been splattered with something hot — (and that is actually not too far away at all from what happened for him to get the scar, because hot water had been thrown at him by his biological father due to him accidentally knocking down a coffee cup of wesley's and breaking it at the age of six, which... 😟 he was just a BABY. how dare his father do that to him!!) is an area of barton's body that he sometimes feels phantom burn pains in at times of particular stress and/or when reminded of the event
commissioned something with barton and sloane yesterday, BUTTT i know that art takes time, so i shall be waiting patiently for that... but for now, did you all know that barton (in his werewolf verse) in his werewolf form would and could scruff your muse like a naughty lil' puppy if he needs to bring them somewhere BC it's just 'easier that way' (AKA, depending on your muses relationship with him, he — despite what one might think about him being overconfident — can recognize when it's time to run from an enemy since they're either just too powerful, have a massive amount of bats in their belfry, or both)
you know... i always forget that barton is a natural redhead and UHHH. yeah, this does mean that whenever he's anesthesized + sedated for anything, they have to give him more than the typical person and this means that he's pretty much guaranteed to be ULTRA zonked in those scenarios. so is this an excuse for your muse to interact with barton after he had to have surgery BC he had the worst case of pancreatitis? perhaps, perhaps
