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text: @sgr

[altercates]

What can you tell me about the werewolf games?

[ trust steve to just get right to the heart of things. ]

I'm not looking for trouble yet, I promise.

[restored]

[This might be one time where he won't actually fight Steve on this. If only because being forewarned is forearmed.]

happened back in october
we got split into 5 teams and some people were given roles in secret
it was sold to us as a game but we woke up the next morning and 6 people had been killed and 1 attacked
then we all had to guess who did it and send 2 to jail
there were 3 rounds in total and 11 people got killed
we caught 6 out of 7 werewolves
they didn't choose to do it though. this place forced them to then made them forget it till the games were over
everyone who was killed came back to life but this place screws with you when you do

and before you ask no i wasn't one of the 11
or the 7

[ text ] @sgr

[altercates]

Will you tell me if you're taking it?

[ supersoldier serums are more universal than expected, imagine that. ]

People are gonna need our help, Buck.

[restored]

i don't care about them

told you before
i'm following you

@viper

[adorne]

I thought it might be time for me to formally check in, given the current discord that has, by and large, consumed the commune.

I long for simpler times, like returning to my tent to find a goat that had not been there when I left.

[restored]

yeah and i miss the time when my friends weren't accusing each other of murder

[Because Oberyn's name is on the list alongside all the others who paid Homelander's accusation any attention.]

@bob — text.

[sensive]

thanks for sticking up for me, bucky

[restored]

[It takes...a while before Bucky responds. Seeing Bob's name on his screen is enough to have him check the message, at least. But he's very much left on read for a good few hours. Just long enough for Bucky to try and calm himself down a little after everything that happened when certain accusations came to light.

Even then, his response isn't much more than a simple-]

stay with yelena

[Because as angry as he might be, he absolutely refuses to let it slip with Bob in the room.]

@strange

[rehandle]

[ He's not James Barnes' favorite person right now, and for fair and obvious reason. That doesn't mean he's not willing to give him a heads up that something might be coming down the line. ]

They're after you.

[restored]

[SIGH]

who's they?

@buck120

[maoa]

i’m sorry. that was bullshit.

[restored]

i can't blame them
they're trying to protect the people they care about
it means logic takes a back seat

→ action (embry + greer)

[hymen]

[ there are few things he expected less than to be on his knees with bucky barnes’ dick in his mouth.

james, as ash calls him, the name smooth and familiar, threaded with meaning. with affection. with memories that embry can only guess at, because he wasn’t there and he hasn’t asked the right questions to get the full picture. doesn’t know if he wants the full picture, when jealousy needles at him even now, even if it’s not exactly the kind of jealousy that makes him bitter and closed off, not anymore. it’s a comforting kind of ache, a familiar simmer. something to keep him hot and on edge, his guilty enjoyment of his own pain when it comes to ash’s love.

and he’s thoroughly fucking enjoying blowing bucky barnes, dragging it out into a torturous test of endurance with no reward in sight, his cock still bound, flushed and leaking onto embry’s tongue.

and then there’s greer, perched on the bed like a queen, bucky’s face her throne. it was the first thing embry asked her to do once they’d strolled in, a vision of american royalty. embry’s darkness and greer’s light. make her come at least three times, or the tie stays on, james, ash’s little pet name sneered around embry’s gleaming smile. ]

How many times was that, Princess? [ he pops off bucky’s cock, his voice raspy from blowjob-related abuse. his long fingers curl around bucky, sliding down to the root and then back up, teasing his crown with the edge of his thumbnail. ] Is he doing a good job?

[guinegreer]

[ All Greer keeps thinking about is that she’d meant it, before, when she’d promised Bucky they could still be friends — and then that app, the same one that had dragged her to the point of admitting to the slightest hint of deeper feeling, had hauled them all into that conversation, leading them to this point like a hand on the backs of their necks. Even now, she has the weight of Ash’s expectation on her — him sending her and Embry in his place had been careful, deliberate, even though they’d all but begged to go.

She hasn’t even fully undressed, just tucked her panties to the side and settled into a kneeling straddle over Bucky’s face with wordless apology in her gaze — no matter what, she hadn’t planned for it to go like this — but now that she’s here, shamelessly rubbing her cunt against his tongue, lips and chin, feeling the rasp of unshaven beard against her thighs, she can’t bring herself to feel all that guilty.

He’s already made her come once, solely with his tongue, and another when she encourages him to use his hands, both of them, to grab onto her for purchase. Her fingers slide across his metal one now, rubbing the ridges of those knuckles, as she steadies herself, swaying in the aftermath of a second orgasm, before lifting her head to regard Embry with glazed-over eyes. ]

Two. [ Said in a whimper, but now she almost has to stop herself from immediately grinding on Bucky’s face again — like if she comes too quickly, too soon, all of this will be over and she’ll never get to have it again. Her gaze rakes over Embry’s beautiful face, rendered even more so by blowjob-swollen lips with a sheen of spit left behind, Bucky’s flushed and leaking cock in his grip, Ash’s tie darkened with a combination of spit and pre where it’s tied at the base. Even now, he’s here with them, a reminder none of them could get away from if they tried. ] But I need —

[ More, she almost says, before another moan chokes her, if she’s going to get off again — fingers, pressing inside her, filling her up. ]

@bob

[sensive]

[ following the west chesapeake valley thunderbolts kick-off meeting sponsored by THE WHITE HOUSE ]

so
are we still going with “used to be friends” for ash?

[ you’re under oath (boba eyes), congressman. ]

[restored]

[Dammit, Bob.]

depends
is it gonna be an issue for you?
because of embry

[Don't think he hasn't smelled him on you more than once, buddy.]

text — un: LITTLEPRINCE

[hymen]

Is Ash fucking Ani?
Can you ask?

[restored]

[... What?]

that ain't how this works

[Who Ash sleeps with is his own business. None of them can afford to caught up on things like that, here.]

why're you asking me anyway?

@fasterkillpussy

[revvedup]

been thinking about making good on what that voyeur thing suggested.

100yrs later...

[restored]

which one?

[Who dis??]

text — un: 24CARATLABUBU

[quizzes]

hi am i blocked
if yes unblock me

i can't find bob
have you seen him? i think he might be in a bad way

[restored]

what do you mean?
what happened?

[Is Adrian getting added to his Shit List??]

@bob — 💌.

[sensive]

i know you said you’re too old for boyfriends
but im pretty young
so im like
lowering our average if you think about it

2/2.

[sensive]

[ after a quick trip to the calculator app — ]

ok so the average of 30 and 110 is still 70
but do you really want to be the guy that says 70 is too late
also we should probs weight the average since you’re only old on a technicality
call it 50

@bob

[sensive]

do you know anybody who got one of those requests that let you help people in the lower tiers?

[restored]

[It takes almost a full day before he replies. After over a week spent as a wolf, checking his phone had moved from a twice daily check, to once a day, to...whenever he gets a chance. And even then, it's little more than a nudge with his snout to check there aren't any notifications, before he's back to sprinting through the trees.

Until now.

Instead, it's a (painful) shift later, and he's sat with a coat draped over bare shoulders as he stares down at the screen.]

yeah id o
why?

[...typing one-handed sucks.]

@t.laughlin

[holyposition]

I understand you're busy with something but if you get this - I have your arm. I'd like to return it to you.

[restored]

[After his daily post-hunt check in (and a few moments taken to keep from typing out his gut response)...]

is there a reason you took it?