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pinkaditty · 6 months

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Pink Slush

*timidly tiptoes into my blog but crashes into a comically placed vase and breaks it into pieces and it makes the "oh no, our table!" noise*

looooooong a/n: hiiiiiiiiii............ so it's december! and my last thirst was in october! in my defense... im graduating with a B.S. next semester bro. lots going on woo! but thankfully break is here and all i have to do next semester is research! so ill be active lots more i promise <3 anyways as a thank you for waiting so patiently i have decided that u all deserve a little treat and that little treat is a typical aphrodisiac-induced threesome, except it's between you, Solomon, and Barbatos! IT'S NOT FINISHED but it's in the works so enjoy this little sneak peek of it <3 after this ill work on finishing part 3 of the pervert series and then im answering some asks!

CW: slight dub-con bc u all r under the influence of an aphrodisiac, but otherwise fully consensual, no penetration yet but there is some humping, panting, and lots of men moaning. mc's physical attributes aren't mentioned, so gn!mc.

MINORS DNI PLEASE!! I WILL BLOCK MINOR BLOGS AND AGELESS ONES! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY!

It had all started when you, very innocently, asked Solomon if you could participate in his potions-making sessions this afternoon. You didn’t know what he had been making for the past few weeks, but the fat black cauldron had been sitting on his desk for days at a time; bubbling in magenta and overflowing in blue and being his overall first priority when it turned pink. You weren’t even let into his room much anymore, because he’d be so busy taking care of the thing that you couldn’t spend time together. You huffed at his broad chest as you were ushered out a second time, Solomon’s strangely pink lips uttering various excuses of “you being in here is dangerous!” and “something might go wrong!” and “i don’t want you to suffer from any side effects”. His lips were all you could stare at as he continued to mumble something about the potential dangers of the potion and how having a novice around would do more harm than good. Absent-mindedly, he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to your forehead, promising to spend more time soon. You realized that he probably hadn’t meant to do that, because the second you pressed your fingertips to your forehead in shock, his face burst out into a deep pink blush. He coughed and hurriedly turned his head to the side, muttering about the side effects again, apologizing for the potency of the potion, and closing his door. You could still hear his muttering.

The upside to Solomon’s newfound business was that he no longer had any time to cook as often as he used to, so your favorite demon, Barbatos, was at Purgatory Hall’s kitchen, helping to fix a treat for dessert after having brought leftovers from the castle for dinner. You figured, since Solomon wouldn’t let you in, you’d just go and attempt not to be too much of a burden to Barbatos. Upon reaching the kitchen, delicious smells of ingredients you were familiar with filled the air. You were surprised to discover he had been making commonplace human world dishes today. “Hey,” you start, Barbatos turning to you to acknowledge your presence and give a soft smile in greeting. “What are you making?” You approach with your arms behind your back, not wanting to disturb Barbatos too much. He smiled a little wider at you and turned back to his work. “Trying to replicate human world ice-cream.” Barbatos’s voice was ever monotone, and he often spoke in small half-sentences when he was busy. You never minded. If anything, it was endearing to you. He was always so dedicated to his work, sometimes so absorbed in it he didn’t notice anything outside of it. However, you knew he wasn’t unaware of your staring, and it was obvious in how he moved. You didn’t mention it. “Made cookies to go with it.” He shrugged his left shoulder in the direction of a pan full of chocolate-chip cookies, aromatic and fresh from the oven. You hadn’t even noticed Luke’s small figure before you entered, but there he was at the counter, reaching upwards to feast on a cookie. “Have some. And please prevent Luke from eating them all.” The first two words were said suspiciously close to your ear after you’d turned away to glance in the direction he’d shrugged. You pretended to ignore the heat on the back of your neck and tips of your ears as you approached Luke, gently patting his head. He wiggled and shouted in protest, but ultimately let you, holding your hand in his hair when you tried to pull away. With your other hand, you reached out for a cookie, and ate it rather quickly. Barbatos’s baking was always top-notch, and today was no exception. The buttery cookie melted on your tongue, warm chocolate spreading over your taste buds. You had to stop yourself from reaching for another one and turned Luke’s attention away from the cookies so he wouldn’t eat more. With him safely nestled in the couch next to Simeon, watching a crude human world reality TV show, you found it okay to return to Barbatos’s side. He had already finished the ice cream, so there was no way for you to help in making, but he happily invited you to taste test it.

He held out a spoon by it’s handle, a large dollop of ice cream on it’s end. You couldn’t decide if he intended for you to eat it or take it first. Without thinking too hard, you leaned forwards and took the spoon in your mouth, gently coaxing the ice cream off of the spoon and into your mouth. Barbatos momentarily froze, almost unnoticeable before returning to his demeanor. His smile was gentle, and his eyes shone with an unreadable expression. You slowly leaned off of the spoon as Barbatos slipped it from between your lips, and turned away to put it in the sink.

He turned back towards you to watch your expression. You could tell he was curious, but he did not show it. His head was tilted in observation, his classic reserved expression and gentle smile on his face. “How is it, MC?” You are surprised when you hear him speak, jolted from your observation of his features. You nod vigorously, expressing your approval of his attempt. He smiles wider and turns away, preparing for clean up.

“Ah, by the way, MC.” Barbatos addresses you as he’s turned away. He knows better than to suspect you may have wandered off. “Forgive me for my forwardness, but if I may, what are you doing down here?” You watched him as he moved back and forth across the creamy marble tile of the kitchen, picking up dish after dish, his arms gently flexing with every heavy pan, hands covered in bubble mesh from the soap. “I expected you to be upstairs with Solomon, helping him with his potions today.” You didn’t miss the way his voice grated when he said his name. You sigh amusedly at their fight, hoping Barbatos didn’t hear it. If he did, he makes no move to make it obvious.

“Solomon won’t let me into his room any longer… He’s making some really intricate potion and it’s been eating up his attention lately…” You pout without realizing it, having wanted to spend time with him after not seeing him often in weeks. You were rather fond of his antics, and treasured the time you spent together, learning all sorts of new magic from him and deepening the bond of your friendship. Sure, perhaps you might be pushing a little hard to spend time with him, but it’d been weeks. That much had to be understandable.

When you look up, Barbatos is turned towards you, rolling his sleeves down and donning his gloves. The cleaning had already been finished, ice cream placed in cold storage and cookies left out to be ravaged by whoever. You smile at him, his efficiency never failing to surprise you. He smiles back, gently, before returning his attention to his gloves. “Have you heard what it might be?”

“No, and I really want to figure it out… But he won’t let me in.” You sigh, turning towards the stairs, wondering if a third try today was really worth it. You heard Barbatos approach from the side, looking up the stairs with you. You glanced at him from the side, and you could see the gears turning in his head. Both of you wanted to see him - likely for very different reasons - but wanted to see him regardless.

“Let us go upstairs.” Barbatos spoke suddenly, and you turned to him fully. “I need to speak with him about the condition of the kitchenware after his atrocious cooking.” His expression was as displeased as you’d ever seen it, his eyebrows quirked downwards, and his lips in a straight line.

A smile spreads across your face and you have to muffle your laughter in your hand, following Barbatos up the stairs. Upon reaching the wooden door of his room again, Barbatos reached out to knock, announcing his presence. There was no answer, if not for the ominous humming of the potion and occasional whooshing and crackling sound of the fire underneath it. Barbatos’s eyebrows quirked in annoyance, and you brought a hand to your lips again, stifling your laughter. Barbatos once again knocked, announcing his presence slightly louder. You piped in as well this time, hoping Solomon would listen. There was still no answer, and Barbatos was becoming increasingly frustrated. You turned to him, about to insist that you come back later, when Barbatos reached out and pushed the door in, having realized it was unlocked.

The scene that greeted you was expected: Solomon hunched over his potion, which was glowing neon pink on his face, the light highlighting the dark circles under his eyes. His hands were hovering on either side of the potion, as though prepared to grab whatever leaped from the cauldron and stuff it back in. He hadn’t seemed to notice your presence, too focused on the potion. You glanced at Barbatos, who was already storming in, uncaring about his privacy or lack of response. You followed, though significantly more timid, not daring to storm for fear of toppling his potion over. The fumes for it were already potent as you stepped in, and you swung the door shut to prevent it from wafting into the halls. The potion smelled overwhelmingly like a mix of perfume and musk, invading your senses but still rather somewhat pleasant. The smell of it made your body feel warm and somewhat weakened at the joints, like a warm cup of hot chocolate or the arms of a lover securing you in their grasp. You blinked, resisting the cloudy feeling in your head as you looked up. Barbatos was now in conversation with Solomon, likely berating him for the state of the kitchenware, while Solomon occasionally retorted back, still mostly focused on the potion. When Solomon looked up and noticed you, his expression went from surprise to slight frustration, his brows furrowing and his lips quirking down in displeasure. You knew he didn’t want to see you in here, but you waved at him anyway, and he rolled his eyes, attention too split between Barbatos and the potion to force you out. You walked over to where he and Barbatos were speaking, standing just behind them, watching Solomon hover over the pink, bubbling mixture. It was thick and gooey looking, some of it overflowing and dripping down the sides of his cauldron. The smell of musk and perfume was stronger as you got closer to the potion, but still pleasant.

You don’t quite know what happened next. Barbatos must have said something that made Solomon turn to him, exasperation laced into every one of his features, contorting his expression. As Solomon turned, he knocked an elbow into the edge of the cauldron, and it tipped over, the gas and sludge spilling all over the three of you.

Your shoes and pants drenched in pink sludge and the rest of you surrounded by a thick pink gas, you only have two seconds to feel displeased before a strange warmth spreads through your body. You swallow roughly at the feeling, heat rising in your cheeks. Your lower body begins to twinge strangely in response to the warmth, and you shudder. When you look up to survey the others, it seems they are in a similar state. Also covered in the pink sludge, but the redness of their cheeks betrayed their outward angered expressions. You wave away the gas, while not unpleasant to breathe, still very intoxicating. You clear your throat once the gas has mostly dispersed, still feeling warmth all over your body. When you try to speak, your voice comes out low and thick with arousal. “What… was that potion?” You hold a hand to your throat, surprised at your own voice. You attempt to clear your throat again, but when you mutter to yourself, there is no change. The warmth continues to build, intoxicating and somewhat suffocating under your clothing. The blush on your face deepens as you shift uncomfortably, everywhere your clothes brush against your skin burning with arousal.

“That,” Solomon spoke, rather incredulously, thwap-ing a palm against his forehead. “Was… an extremely potent… aphrodisiac.” He spoke slowly, his words punctured by hisses and moans disguised as deep exhales. The sound of his voice was strangely intoxicating to you, and you couldn’t help but notice the pinkness of his lips again, watching his tongue flick against them as he prepared to elaborate. “I was brewing it… for a client… and now, here we are.” He had one hand fisted in the collar of his shirt, pulling it away from his skin to alleviate the growing heat. He didn’t sound angry, but it could have been the nature of the aphrodisiac softening his voice. His breathing was heavy and still punctured by small whimpers. He gripped his desk for support, trying to stay upright.

You swallowed, watching his lips form these whimpers. You gripped your shirt too, both to distract yourself and to hopefully alleviate the way his actions were entracing. You forcefully turned your head away, towards Barbatos, who was also not in a very good state. It was then that you realized how potent this potion must have been, because even he could not keep himself upright. He was also gripping the other end of Solomon’s desk, unable to stand. His legs were shaking where he stood, and one hand was tugging at his collar. You watched his throat bob as he swallowed, breathing heavily and biting his lip. You couldn’t see his face, as he was turned away from you both, but the tips of his ears were a very bright red. His demonic features were beginning to unmask themselves, his tail swaying and his horns sprouting from his head.

You were not in a good state either. Somehow, you’d lost your balance and tumbled backwards, landing on the edge of Solomon’s bed. You were panting, clutching at your R.A.D. uniform, fingers shakily moving to undo the buttons. The heat was too much. The shifting of your clothes was too much. Arousal blazed within you simply from sitting there, feeling your fingers move across your chest. You grit your teeth and your thighs twitch as you attempt to stave off the arousal and stay still.

“Nngh…” One of Solomon’s tantalizing moans. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut at the visceral reaction you had to his sounds, breathing heavily to calm yourself. When you could stand to, you opened your eyes and turned to glance at him. His face was red with arousal, eyes closed tight as he gently peeled his uniform jacket off of him, attempting to relieve the heat. You watch as it slides off of his shoulders, leaving behind a formal black button up that clung to his torso, slick with sweat and stuffy from the heat. You tried to look away, but couldn’t, enamored with how his fingers began to fiddle with the buttons at his collar, whimpering at the chance of freedom. You watched as his pink lips turned very red when he bit them, stifling his own moans at the feeling of cool air on his neck.

You were dizzy with arousal. You had barely managed to peel off your own jacket, reluctant to go any further, but the heat seemed to urge you. You squeezed your legs together as your lower body twinged again, this time with more arousal than the last. You let out a strangled breath, gripping at Solomon’s bedsheets. You lifted your chin upwards, determined to resist the urges.

“Haah…” It was unfamiliar, but you could tell it wasn’t Solomon this time. Your eyes flew to the butler as he straightened up, having removed his tie, holding it in his gloved hand before it fell to the floor. Barbatos was leaning against Solomon’s desk, face red with arousal, a hazy look in his eyes. Gripping the desk with one hand, he lifted the other to his face and bit at the end of his glove, pulling it off of his hand. It slid off with ease, and he groaned at the release of heat, the look in his eyes becoming hazier. He removed his glove from his mouth, and there was a small string of saliva connecting his lips to the glove. He wiped it away, and bared his fangs for the second glove.

Before you could watch him do it again and feel your arousal grow, you flop onto the bed and turn yourself over, muffling your moans with the nearest pillow. You lay your upper body across Solomon’s bed, face buried into a pillow, knees giving way and struggling to keep yourself up.

You did not hear the shuffling in the room, nor the footsteps, nor the hesitant movement behind you, having been too focused in muffling your own cries of arousal into the pitiful pillow. But you do feel when a weight from above presses into you, arms reaching for your chest, and a tongue presses into the back of your neck. You cry out in surprise, gripping the sheets harder and arching your back, feeling your backside hit the peak of someone’s arousal. When a strangled moan and push back are done in response, you know it is Solomon. He pants heavily for a moment before continuing to leave open-mouthed kisses on the back of your neck, lapping at the collection of your sweat and leaning forward to nibble on your ear. You bury your face further into the pillow, beginning to feel short of breath. You couldn’t even think straight anymore. You reached behind yourself for Solomon, lacing your fingers through his scalp and grabbing a fistful, attempting to ground yourself. Solomon moans loudly into your ear, curling his back and snapping his hips forward into you. You hear him pant as you feel the hardened length of him push between your thighs. You squeeze your thighs together, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you feel him continue to press further. His heavy breathing is indicative of his tongue lolling out, and it’s not hard to imagine his eyes rolling back either. Eventually he swallows and stops pressing, relieving some pressure on you and instead burying his face in the crook of your neck, mindlessly lapping his tongue at whatever exposed skin there was. Not wanting the pressing to stop, you pull on his hair again and he whines, pressing forward, face level with yours. You see tears prick the edges of his eyes as he presses between your legs again, feeling him brush against you. You muffle your moans into the pillow and he muffles his into your neck, reaching down to grip at your hips rather harshly, lost in the pleasure. He continues to mindlessly lap at your skin, pressing his forehead into your hair.

You almost don't notice when the bed dips in front of you, the mattress now supporting three weights. It is then that you remember that you have managed to effectively trap yourself in with an accomplished immortal sorcerer and the most powerful demon in the three realms. Both of which are experiencing major arousal. Including you.

You force yourself to look up, Solomon still buried in your neck. You were certain you looked a mess, but the stuttered exhale from Barbatos indicated otherwise. Barbatos didn't exactly look a mess, but he was certainly sweaty, disheveled, and full of yearning. His jacket and dress shirt were still on, but both were unbuttoned partway, revealing his neck and upper chest, glistening with sweat from the sticky heat. His mouth was wide open, panting for air, but his lips were curved upwards in a wicked smile. His eyes were shinier than before, glowing just slightly as his tail whipped back and forth behind him. You couldn't say that you weren't somewhat excited at this.

Barbatos began to tremble, leaning forward towards you until your faces were level and his chest was pressing into the bed. He leaned into the sheets, pressing his cheek against the thick comforter. His eyes were watery and he was still panting. You could see his fangs through the small part in his lips. "F-Forgive me…" His voice was low and breathy, and his eyes rolled as he spoke, as if simply exerting energy speaking was costing him. "Forgive me, MC… Every second, it gets… harder…" He suddenly inhaled sharply, gnashing his teeth together, trembling harder before releasing, exhaling heavily. He whimpered softly, closing his eyes and biting his lip to stifle anything further. You watched his face, paying no mind to the lack of movement behind you. You couldn't explain it, but this only made your need swell. His lips, small but soft and pink, were becoming discolored the longer he held them between his teeth. His hair was scattered over the comforter, blue green strands hanging in front of his clear emerald eyes. His cheeks were red and his skin was splotchy, both from heat and arousal. He did not look as prim and proper as usual, and something about it stirred within you, deeper than the potion effects...

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a/n: haha and that's the end of that for now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! had this in the works for MONTHS! it's taken my blood, sweat, and tears y'all. i hope you enjoy this for now and i PROMISE i will deliver! it will be late... but i WILL deliver!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #obey me swd #minors dni #obey me mc #obey me nightbringer #omswd #obey me!#obey me barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #obey me solomon #obey me solmare

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nanaonmars · 3 months

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just finished watching batman vs the teenage mutant ninja turtles and tumblr you have failed me. WHERE IS THE CONTENT. i have so many feelings about this movie and they may be incoherent but here we go. bit of a longer post so i cut it here

first of all this is probably my new favorite piece of batman media i loved almost everything about this movie.

starting the movie off strong with my wife barbara gordon. she was so funny in this movie and i loved how much of her smarts and fighting skills were shown cause she can do it allll.

bruce was a little grumpy but when he eventually came around and listened to raph’s speech and agreed that they’re a family i was like 🥹🥹 this is the batman i wanna see.

mikey and alfred’s friendship 💗💗 would love to see alfred actually using mikey’s skateboard.

speaking of mikey I LAUGHED SO HARD THE ENTIRE TIME CAUSE OF HIM 😭😭 his entire vibe killed me lmfao. he was so unserious and i love that about him.

donnie came through as usual and him and babs being the smart duo who wear purple was very nice it made me smile. also it was very cute how often he hid in his shell.

raph was impulsive as usual but he also came through like always. i didn’t expect him to be the one to give the speech but i realized it was actually very fitting.

damian was a little whitewashed unfortunately but his very obviously going through puberty voice was adorable cause he kept trying to be intimidating but i couldn’t take him seriously. i thought he would mention that ra’s was his grandfather to the turtles as a shock factor but it didn’t bother me all that much. i liked his team up with raph bc they’re both secretly softies on the inside.

leo i love you sorry i don’t have a lot to say but keep being eldest daughter coded.

i do wish the rest of the batfamily had been there cause i think it would’ve been nice to see how similar they are to each other and also just explore their dynamics but if we get a sequel maybe they can do something about that. i wanna see jason and raph team up (if jason is red hood in this universe). and maybe HOPEFULLY (not very hopeful at all 😔) we can get the ENTIREE batfamily introduced. i know it’s based on comics and stuff though so i don’t know how they would work that out i’m just rambling. oh i also think we should see splinter!! he and bruce could bond over their teenage vigilante children.

idc about everyone else but i will say ra’s saying “maybe another needs to die” in reference to jason was UNCALLED FOR.

#batman #bruce wayne #dc #batfam #damian wayne #barbara gordon #batman vs teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #raphael #michaelangelo #donnie tmnt #leo tmnt #raph tmnt #mikey tmnt #alfred pennyworth #batgirl #robin

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metallicaislife · 3 months

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Kirk Hammett Headcanons

A/N: Two posts in a night? Soft relaunch back into this? I have no self control lmao enjoy!

Requested by: Jewel Anon aka @r0syr3a

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

SFW Headcanons -

You were at a Metallica gig supporting your cousin Cliff

You met a really cute curly haired guy in the crowd, you recognized him as the guitarist for Exodus

He was really bashful but so freaking sweet

The two of you hit if off really well

But you forgot to exchange numbers so you sulked a while and slowly told yourself to move on

Months had passed and you were going over to the Metallimansion to hang out with Cliff and the guys after they had finished recording in New York

Your heart did a somersault when you ran into Kirk

You had been out of the loop and had no idea that he was the new guitarist

The two of you were ridiculous around each other at first

The ease you felt the first night was gone and the two of you would stumble over words and blush at the littlest thing

The others were amused, even Cliff

You both got comfortable around each other and it was known from the start you two liked each other

So the friendship stage was short and quickly started dating

It all felt really natural though

Kirk is the sweetest human being and makes you melt with all the little things he does

One of your favorite things to do with him is go to the comic store with him, he’ll pick some out and you will too, then when you get back to his place you get to lay your head in his lap while he reads the comics aloud to you eee

Lots of snuggling always

Like he may be a little bashful in front of others and will only hold your hand

As he grows more confident in himself and the relationship he will have a hand on your waist, or over your shoulder with your hand up to interlock with his

In private though, you take turns holding one another and being the big or little spoon just whatever the vibe of the day is- all you know is there is not a place in the world you would rather be than his warm embrace

The first time he said ‘I love you’, you literally thought he was working his way up to break up with you bc he had been distant and then said ‘we need to talk’

Really he was just STRESSED and didn’t know if he should do something special or just blurt it out, he only got to do the first one once, and he didn’t trust the guys input, you were the first person he wanted to tell

“So I've been thinking about this for a while, and I just didn’t know how to bring it up… I love you.”

You unintentionally let out a loud sigh of relief

Kirk just kind of looks at you funny so you quickly respond

“I love you too, sorry I sighed, that was a sigh of relief, I thought you were breaking up with me.”

“Why would you think that?” Kirk asks as if you have two heads

“You were distant, and mumbly.” You say

“Because I didn’t know what the right way to say I love you was.”

You laugh sweetly and tell him “Any way you tell me is the right way.”

He smiles and kisses you deeply

You two are just the cutest thing and everyone ships it!

Thank you for reading! Requests are closed but feel free to chat :)

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #metallica fluff #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #kirk hammett fluff #kirk hammett headcanons

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swagglessmoth · 9 months

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I’m posting unfinished ghost eyes stuff bc on some of them I actually tried to make them look good and it didn’t work, but they took a lot of time anyway

This one would’ve been sick af I was just tired and didn’t know how to use ibis paint

This as an attempt at rendering but I gave up when I finished Silas. I still don’t really know how to render

These two were supposed to be posted together and be part of my hybrid au thingie I had going on. But they were really complicated and I was tired

The first Rudolph was supposed to be a redesign attempt and the second one was a redraw of scene Rudy I saw once in ig (I’ve been looking for the artist for two whole hours and can’t find them for the life of me. Sorry, unknown artist)

These were for a tobimelo comic I was gonna make but I tried several times and couldn’t finish it (it was about Carmelo thinking and saying Tobi’s eyes were pretty then getting nervous and insulting him, Tobias gets mad and Carmelo freaks out. I didn’t get to draw this part but they calm down and Tobias confesses that his eyes used to be like Carmelo’s, Carmelo gets confused and Tobias tells him his eyes are pretty too. They get silent and blush, the end)

I’m probably not really gonna finish the comic but it was a cute idea

Bonus extremely old drawing of Tobi

#ghost eyes #ghost eyes webtoon

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7rashstar · 3 months

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this ended up being way longer than expected so i’m putting it under the cut ~

i miss getting tumblr anons/interacting w ppl on this site more. my old blog had almost 2k followers n i got them allllll the time. i had had that blog since 2015 tho and only stopped using it once i made this one, (after being off the net for. a long while) this is the only social media site i wanna use. i mostly just post and ghost though, barely scrolling the dash. i miss being more interactive with mutuals

i partially abandoned that blog because i felt like there were too many eyes on me 😵‍💫 the other part was bc i was really deep in addiction, and on top of all that i had some major creepy anonymous stalkers

i’ve been thinking abt making more diary oriented posts lately bc the weathers been whack n i’m not rly going on walks bc of that, i’ve also been pretty much a full time hermit since new years. i could prolly count on both (if not one) hand how many times i’ve seen my friends. i think this has been a good thing for me though,,,been having a personal renascence the past couple months. drawing every day, playing guitar and making mewsic etc etc

also thinking abt utilizing side blogs again. maybe make one for my drawings. i drew a couple pages of a comic i wanna work on more. mostly oc art and some photo collages.

i also wanna start posting my music. soundcloud or youtube or both. maybe make some vlogs too? part of the reason why i haven’t is because nothing feels finished, but i’ve realized i used to use my old soundcloud to track my progress creating on ableton when i first got it and had no idea how to use the program. coming to terms with nothing needing to be perfect, bc it’ll never get to that ‘perfectly finished’ point. it’s earnest and from my heart as it is. i do think i should start saving up for a new laptop though, mine is pretty old and laggy. i might jus try ripping everything to an external hard drive to clear up space n see if that helps…but a fresh start would also be nice. (plus i haven’t updated my mac since mojave because it would break ableton lol)

i finallllllly saved up and bought a new phone tho. it’s the same one i have right now but it’s from ebay certified refurbished so i feel pretty good abt it. hopefully it’ll come tomorroww, this one is starting to rly shit out on me. my alarms didn’t even go off this morning 😭 ended up being late to work

i miss going to shows a lot and hanging out w ppl. i think i’m finally starting to come back out of my shell, even jus a little bit.

might boot up my pc tonight and upload some stuff (but not holding myself to that lol) i found all of the old SD cards and some flash drives from my youth and some of the pictures are absolute gems

anywayyy long asf post lol but yea!! i hope everyone is doing ok

much loveeee <33

#thoughts and ramblings to the void as usual

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justscrolllling · 1 month

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Here, a fan comic of tmnt I never finished and gave up on 😌

You can totally tell I suck at art, I didn’t just wanna leave all this effort behind tho… so here you go, my cringe fanart 😘😘😘

So I had this idea for the 2012 tmnt apocalypse au, like summing up how they all got to where they were in the movie. I wanted it to be mainly Mikey and Leo centric (mainly Mikey), because they didn’t get much backstory (or at least a strong one) in the movie, and I wanted to add more depth on how Mikey loses his mind over the apocalyptic years. It wasn’t planned to be JUST Leo and Mikey, i was definitely gonna add some Raph and Donnie in there as well, just to satisfy my urge to traumatized the brothers some more lmao.

Quick sum up of the original idea bc it’s super cringe: the story begins with Mikey and how he got out of the city, he meets some people and escapes with them, along the way he makes a map with some spare paper supply as the group searches for an oasis, he makes a friend along the way but they end up dying and that’s how he gets his poncho (it belongs to the dead person). Eventually it leads to a small montage of Mikey leaving the group and his mental health just declining from there, he starts to hallucinate and the loneliness of not having his brothers there takes a tole on him. After some time Mikey stumbles upon the oasis, finishing his map he spends a nice time in the water and enjoying the greenery, but after some time he doesn’t want to be alone and he sets out to go find his brothers, knowing they’re not dead. He stumbles upon a small clan and entrusts his odd map with them, and him being the sparkle sunshine guy he is, his map is unreadable. Mikey continues on this journey, with constant doubts at the back of his mind that his brothers are dead, this eventually leads to even more of a mental decline and he gets more traumatic flashbacks as he continues. He soon starts to hallucinate after fighting with himself that his brothers are not dead, and starts to make fake items to represent each brother, talking to icecream kitty and chompy along with his new hallucination brothers he finally finds the pizza place. This is where his story ends (I had planned it to be him seeing the pizza place and a childish smile appears on his face, it making him look absolutely insane and he walks towards the pizza place and the comic panel fades out).

Leo I didn’t plan much, his was a lot more of a short story beginning ing with a few terrifying panels of him just withering in pain and losing himself to the mutation. This would then lead on to more of a silent comic with no talking and Leo just wandering and slowly becoming this beast.

Raph and Donnie’s little mini comic was just supposed to show how Donnie became a robot and how the 2 bond as they set sail across the now barren world, searching for an oasis, completely believing their brothers are dead.

Pg: 1 (1.5) - 5

Oh btw page 1.2 looks different because that’s my more recent art style, it’s there bc I needed to add more context, I’m not good at making comics so forgive me if it’s confusing..

Yeah so that’s my cringey tmnt fan comic bc I can ❤️

I don’t own tmnt

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upon learning the term bedrotting i feel like 80% of my life has been just that. so i completely get it, i bedrot unless i absolutely need to go out (✨depression✨)

fr perv hanji brings out my past wattpad dramatic af 1D fic self. i love him, he also lives in my head rent free because the perv ji character just fits him soooo well. and that thing your ex did was super hanji coded too if he’s feeling especially confident. manifesting perv hanji everyday✨

choi minho, the man that you are. he’s also my baby, so pretty so hot and so nice😭 the greenest green flag to ever exist. i saw an article the other day bc someone accused him of being a bully in HS (and first off like wtf that man is like 30+yrs old, why you bringing up his hs life at this age). the thing is that his former classmates were like “wtf hell no, bro is obsessed with a soccer team that hasn’t one in 20 yrs, you really think he’s a bully?” 😭😂😂😂 they said that he used to get snsd autographs for his teachers and friends. literally an angel baby. also, ur minho dream, care to elaborate??👀

and frrrrr what’s up with these exes here? are you guys okay? i thankfully don’t think i ever had a situation like that with anyone, ex or not, and if i did, i def repressed it. but i always remember this situation a friend of mine was in. so she was my bestie for like all of high school (she dumped me for the church💔 my religious trauma fr) and she was in a band and one of her mates introduced her to this other guy who played guitar (conveniently, he was also really really good friends with my current bf at that time). anyways we were like 17 (my bf and i) and she was a year younger so 16. and we were just finishing our list of college applications, they saw each other randomly bc he auditioned for a band that she was in and he started texting her a lot and offering to take her to band practice (thankfully her parents were like overprotective so it never happened). mind you, he was born in 95 and she was 00. so if we were in like grade 11 or 12 he was like well into uni. so, she tells me that she’s going to this uni like three hours away from where i was going. and i’m like all happy and supportive and whatever and she’s just like “oh and _______ told me that he studies like 15minutes away from my campus so he said that i could go to his apartment and we could read comics” and i was just like 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩and i told her that that was absolutely insane and reading comics def didn’t mean reading comics. so she got kinda mad and we stopped talking about him. and like a year later (she ended up not going to that uni), i stayed at her house once and she told me that he turned out to be a super sketchy guy. and she’s always been this really really physically beautiful person like main visual fr, but soooo naive, and shit like this happed so frequently. she once told me that in middle school, she was kinda dating a guy from 12th grade so she was like 13 and he was like 17-18🚩🚩🚩 so yeah, men suck. i’m thankful to have never experienced something like that or anything but im sure that my rbf and the paranoia and resistance my parents inflicted on me in terms of men helped.

so yeah, if there’s anything that the minors that sneak into ur blog should know is: that older guy that’s talking to you is 100% an absolute creep, pls stop talking to him🙏🏻

anyways bb, i hope you have soooo much fun watching the ateez coachella streaming!!! i will be with u @ heart bc im def watching it here, last week’s was really freaking awesome.

-🐈‍⬛

WE LOVE BEDROTTINGGGG my plans for tomorrow are just to bedrot bc this week was tiring as hell and my sister’s getting sick so I have preemptively planned to stay in and sleep as much as I physically can in between writing. I am so excited ‼️‼️

PLEASE something about perv Hanji just gets me GOING my ex is fucking trash but he did the most pervy shit sometimes and I just imagine it as Hanji au now to repress the bad memories 😭 I remember we were sexting @ thanksgiving dinner one year while he was literally sitting next to his entire family and he left the table to send me videos of him taking care of himself in the backseat of his car like if that’s not SO Hanji 😭😭😭😭 PLEASE. I would melt

THE MINHO THING PWLWAASSKKEKE I SAW THAT TOO AND I WAS LAUGHING SOOO HARD CHOI MINHO IS THE GREENEST FLAG EVERRRRR NO WAY YALL WANT TO PRETEND HE WAS A BULLY 😭😭 also my dream was v short lived BUT I dreamt that he had to go to work in my place for some reason and run some of my meetings for me and so we met up so he could give me business updates and we were just sitting so close to each other and laughing and getting zero work done LMFAO I remember thing “oh my god I have to fuck this man” PLSLSLWLEKEKSMJS HE’S SO FINE……….

Oh my god that story about your friend is insane 😭 that sucks that she ended up dropping you for the church (she’s missing out on the best friendship frfr) but I hope she’s gotten a little smarter about avoiding weird guys and sorta understanding the implications of what they say :/ my sister used to work at the movies when she was like 16 and one of her coworkers was this 25 year old weirdo who snapchatted her once inviting her to “watch marvel movies together” and we were instantly like OHHHH THAT’S NOT…….

Sagely words of advice from all of us here on stayblr stay away from older men w creep vibes AND don’t pursue anything with anyone who clearly isn’t over their ex 😀😀😀😀😀😀

ALSO BBY I JUST FINISHED COACHELLA STREAMING AAAAHQHWJSMSKS THEY SOMEHOW DID EVEN BETTER THAN LAST WEEK)????? HOWWW IS THAT POSSIBLE…, ALSO “GOLDEN HOUR” NEW COMEBACK IN SUMMER????? IM SO HYPED I LOVE ATEEZ SO MUCH FUCKKKK 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶‼️‼️

I love you baby I hope you had the bestttt day !!!!!! 💓💖💘💗

#🐈‍⬛ anon #ask

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i finally finished Bridgewater season 2!

(i know i'm way behind but i was listening on my drive to and from work but then i lost my job and suddenly listening at home felt weird but i binged the last handful of eps this long weekend so now i wanna share some thoughts..)

best finale bits:

- realising francine was spn alumn/battlestar galactica's tricia helfer (wish I'd realised this sooner bc i think i would've enjoyed her character more)

- jeremy becoming an unexpected father to a time travelling kid he spent the whole season vocally not giving a shit about (serious s13!grieving!dean vibes here)

- the setup for season 3! would love to get some pov from folks in the fae realm!

best s2 bits:

- aside from misha, soni has been my fave thing about this series (his voice acting is So Good) and this season we got more vippin and more of him interacting with other characters!

- learning more about jeremy: he visited fairyland as a kid! he was a teen wiccan! he just wants a friend! he's happy without a partner and kids! (the phonecall to his british colleague was a fave scene)

- peyton! wish we'd gotten more of her, hope she returns next season.

- more hillary! she's not in it much but we got a few long scenes with her and it was great to hear her flex her voice acting chops.

- tudyk! i was sceptical at first (i'd really been looking forward to fillion) but he was stellar. his distinct voice is perfect for voice acting and his vocal control and timing was really superb. his and misha's scenes were a highlight but there were also a few delightful and emotional scenes with other characters (including a makeover!)

- MONSTERS. one of the huge draws of this podcast for me was the supernatural element. this season had a bunch of different creatures appear and there were mentions of way more that had me googling and learning so much (yay fic fodder!)

a few s2 cons (imho):

- this season is a lot compared to season 1. more characters, more plot, more at stake. it was hard to keep up with what was going on specifically with all the fae stuff. i had to relisten to numerous scenes multiple times to grasp what was happening.

- it kinda feels like season 1 was written not knowing how everything would play out bc all the fae stuff feels shoehorned into the relevant parts of the s1 narrative. they make it work but some explanations seemed like a bit of a stretch.

- as much as i love her on-screen, i didn't really enjoy helfer in this. i don't know whether it's because i found her character annoying from the jump or if it was her vocal style being a little too overdramatic and on the nose (that could've been a director's decision in which case it makes sense, but i really didn't enjoy her personality as the legend tripper or her almost comical portrayal as fae)

- the finale was a lot of exposition, and it got very convoluted with different characters wanting to sacrifice themselves over each other, and the whole fae deal thing was still unclear and confusing despite being explained. tbh i was bored for most of it.

- the first 19 minutes of the finale was an uninterrupted convo between jeremy and francine. that's too long, it's half the damn episode. and francine was doing most of the talking (almost monologuing) and since she's the badguy of the season it felt like a poor choice (or maybe that's just my bias for not liking her portrayal?)

- anne and thomas going through the portal made total sense and I'm glad that's what happened bc thomas was sick and anne had missed her life BUT that made all the arguments over who should go that much more pointless. the arguments felt like filler, going round in circles with people ignoring each other's sound reasoning.

- there were quite a few noticeable editing mistakes this season: chopped dialogue poorly stitched together, misspoken words, and dead air that did nothing to set the tone but instead felt like they hadn't bothered fixing.

closing thoughts:

i preferred the mystery of season 1. this season was a lot of focus on the how's and why's of all the monster and fae stuff with character studies crammed between, whereas season 1 was more concise in the investigation and character focus and there was always room to wonder what was going on (i preferred that) but there was also room for the narrative to breathe; season 2 is crowded. it's a lot of fast dialogue and info dumping, a lot of characters - some interesting, some annoying, a few pointless. I'd listen again for clarity and enjoyment of particular scenes and dynamics, but more often than not i found myself confused, left with more questions than answers, and therefore not being able to enjoy the journey. there were definite high points, including the many monster cameos, but it lost that eery feel that season 1 did so well; this season felt like multiple genres rolled into one with all of them fighting for dominance - horror, fantasy, drama, mystery - whereas season 1 melded themes and genres effortlessly. season 2 also didn't have the emotional chords that season 1 played so beautifully (I'm looking at you, emotional jeremy realising his whole life was a lie) the finale should've been a tear-jerker, it wasn't.

it's always hard to follow the success of a first season, especially when the second decides to explain all the mysteries season 1 set up - and given how season 1 ended there was a lot that needed explaining. unfortunately (for me) the story felt caught up in the details and yet it explained things without explaining things leaving me wanting for clarity that never came. often it didn't bother setting the tone (or an intriguing tone) and more characters meant less misha which is always disheartening.

i'm looking forward to season 3 with papa!jeremy(?) and fae realm content (I'd love more fae) i just hope they can recapture the thematic feel of season 1 (it can be a different vibe but it has to permeate the narrative) and refocus on our main folk (jeremy, vippin, anne, thomas, olivia) instead of introducing too many new characters and elements that will steal more scene time.

#Bridgewater #thoughts #spoilers #honest review

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galacticlamps · 1 year

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I was tagged by @terryfphanatics (thanks! sorry I took forever - I started answering these & didn’t finish and just remembered it was in my drafts)

What book are you currently reading?

The Two Towers! which upsets me bc I’ve been at it since August (technically - I wasn’t ‘at it’ in, uh, October, November, December, January, or February, for lack of time - but I’m back at it now, and I even convinced myself to start over from the beginning so I didn’t forget anything)

What's your favourite movie you saw in a cinema this year?

sorry but the last time I went to a movie theater was probably in 2017, 2018 at the latest, so... yeah I’ve got nothing

What do you usually wear?

jeans, boots, at this point in the winter usually some combination of flannels, sweaters and/or sweatshirts. (I’ve been really cold lately)

How tall are you?

5′6″ ish

What's your star sign?

capricorn

Do you share your birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

I do, yeah

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

mostly nicknames, I have quite a few at this point. I’ve yet to pick one to use on here, I should probably do that soon, I’ve been meaning to for years now

Did you grow up to be what you wanted to be as a child?

I don’t recall ever wanting to be anything in particular as a child, honestly, but I can say that so far I’ve pretty much stuck to the career path that first caught my interest in high school, if that counts

Are you in a relationship? Who is your crush if not?

nope! and it’s been a very long time since I’ve had a serious crush either, which I’m honestly grateful for. I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship at this exact point in my life anyway, so I’m just gonna keep vaguely admiring every funny girl who’s kind to me for the time being without actually developing feelings for her. I hope It seems to be going well so far mostly

What's something you're good at versus something you're bad at?

(I’m trying to think of two that relate to each other)

I am very good at drawing objects and not at all good at drawing people! technical plans are something I’ve dealt with extensively both academically & professionally, but in the more general sense I’ve always been an ‘I can’t draw’ person. tbh I should find some of those artists who complain about backgrounds and just do all their architecture etc for them

Dogs or cats?

nothing against dogs but cats for sure, always cats

What's something you'd like to create content for?

not to sound like a jerk, but I work in the arts industry & really hate the place ‘content creation’ has come to occupy in everyone’s vocabulary, even though I totally realize that in a context like this it’s probably just trying to be a vague enough term to be inclusive of the many different things people can create. I like writing the fanfic that I do, so without switching subjects, I would like to get better at drawing people because sometimes I have ideas that would be better expressed as images or even short comics

What's something you're currently obsessed with?

Obsessing over 60s who is my baseline so I don’t think that counts - but it’s been almost a month since I watched Holding Achilles & there have only been hours when I didn’t think of it, not entire days

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Ngl, (& not to be a total downer, but) the last 12 months-ish have been an extremely busy/hectic/unpredictable year for me, with both the good & the bad stuff coming out of left field most of the time. So while there were certainly more than enough disappointments, for the most part, they weren’t the kinds of things you could be excited about beforehand (relatives dying, people fighting, strained relationships, illnesses, work stuff in a perpetual state of flux - or as I’ve taken to calling it: death disease & dubious employment). I suppose there were a lot of events I wanted to make it to that I didn’t, due to the aforementioned junk, and I certainly imagined myself getting to read more books & write more fics than I did, but that doesn’t feel like a good specific answer.

What's a hidden talent of yours?

I suppose that depends who you ask? There are lots of work or work-adjacent skills I could name that would be news to people on here, but those are such prominent parts of my life otherwise that they definitely don’t feel ‘hidden.’ But I guess even among people who expect me to be handy/crafty, more overtly artistic things tend to surprise them - like I’ve had people forget that I was the one who painted something, for instance, because that’s not the kind of skill most associate with me. (and I am very good with color & pigment tbh)

Are you religious?

nah. I’m not like, a committed atheist or anything either, I just grew up catholic & don’t go in for that anymore, nor do I have any desire to go seek out another faith

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

time uh, let’s say a haircut

tagging people kinda seems rude after taking multiple months to come up with so many kind of non-answers oops, but if anyone would like to copy the questions, either as an opportunity to do a little q&a or an excuse to tag/ask your friends, be my guest

#ask games #of sorts

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thenextcelestialchapter · 2 years

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Predictions for the next upcoming season of “The Boys” (Spoilers for previous seasons)

Okay, I figure someone else probably guessed this, but what the heck, I might as well throw my bone too. XD

I’ve been watching some videos on youtube explaining some of the differences so far between the comic book and amazon prime version of “The Boys” and some of the things that happened in the comic version. So now I think I have a pretty good guess for what Homelander is going to do in the next season and how he might even die.

Apparently in the comics Homelander leads a whole army of Supers against Neuman, who is gender swapped and the president. I think this is going to happen in the next season too but in a totally different way and with a totally different outcome.

All those people that were cheering for Homelander at the end of the last season, instead of getting together a bunch of other existing Supers, I think Homelander is going to recruit the most zealous of that lot and give them Temp-V for the riot. I think this for several reasons. I think there aren’t enough Supers that would willingly do what Homelander wants, but there’s more than plenty regular “mud people” that would love the chance to get to be like their favorite gods for a few days. I don’t know if Homelander would tell them the truth about Temp-V being fatal but honestly, I think even if he was completely honest about that, he’d still be able to put together his own army of willing regular Joe Shmoes who would literally die to get to be a Super for just a few days of their life and do some crazy amazing-sounding, history-changing mission for Homelander...

I think in particular Todd is going to be one of those guys and if he gets his hands on powers, I’m guessing M.M. is gonna be like, “*Chuckles* I’m in danger!” XD;;

The problem that is going to cause the snag that ruins/saves everything is that video of Homelander letting that flight go down and killing everyone on board. The show probably expects us to forget that because Homelander said that he doesn’t really consider it a threat anymore because if it’s released he’ll just go on a rampage. That plus that fact that all these people just supported how he killed that guy is going to warp Homelander’s head into thinking they support it all the time. All these new obsessed people cheering for him every time he kills someone they don’t like is going to lull Homelander into thinking they’ll support him no matter who he kills or what he’s done. I have a feeling Homelander is going to project his need for a family onto these new obsessive fans, and him giving them superpowers is also a way of recognizing the most loyal of them.

I think that the video of Homelander letting that flight go down IS going to be eventually revealed, there’s no way they’d tease us so much with something so important and not have it pay off. I think that it’s going to be released during the riot when Homelander has his army of temporary Supers attacking with him. They’re all going to see what he really is then, in the moment that they all have superpowers like him. He’s not going to even try to deny it, he’s going to assume they’re still going to support him.

He’s going to be Dead Wrong. :)

And bc drama, there’s gonna HAVE to be at least one guy in that army of Temp Supes that had a family member or kid that was on that plane. I have a feeling it might be Todd. Like wouldn’t that be messed up if before becoming Janine’s stepfather, Todd’s wife and kid was on that plane, his daughter was the one who Homelander was begged just to save her? And Todd has looked up to Homelander all this time thinking that he tried to save them?

I know a lot of people want Butcher to finish Homelander, but I just dunno. He’s gone too far. I think it would be more rewarding to see Homelander’s own hubris become his undoing, and to have one last “Family” betray him before he gets done in is just what he deserves. And if he didn’t tell them about Temp-V being fatal, revealing that plus the flight video would definitely make even his most diehard supporters turn on him and want him dead.

If 4-5 Supes working together stood a chance of taking down Homelander, then yeah, I think an army of them united in being pissed off against him would do the job. Butcher might be able to get the last finishing shot in with that last bit of Temp V that Hughie didn’t take, but otherwise I think he’d be happy to at least see Homelander get taken down once and for all.

#the boys spoilers #the boys #the boys homelander #the boys butcher #the boys amazon

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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can you do another Regulus Black one? I don't care about the kinks but I definetly need it to file my obsession🤌🏻

pairing: regulus black x reader

warning(s): 18+, caught masturbating, female masturbation, male masturbation, dom/sub roles

a/n: writing for regulus is so much fun bc we don't know a lot about him so i can do whatever i want rlly

You hadn’t even known that Regulus was home until he cleared his throat from the doorway of your shared bedroom. Because of that, you couldn’t be sure how long he had been watching you.

“Enjoying yourself, darling?” Regulus asked, stepping into the room and edging closer to the bed.

“Clearly,” you replied, trying to put on your best front of confidence.

It’s not that you were embarrassed. Far from it, really. You and your boyfriend had caught each other in similar positions too many times to count over the years. But you knew that he had asked you to be good and wait until he got home. It hadn’t exactly been a command, but you knew he would make you pay for it regardless.

“Well, don’t stop on my account. Keep going,” He said, making himself comfortable in one of the chairs by the window to watch you.

You flushed with embarrassment. Despite how many times he had caught you, he had never asked this of you. But you couldn’t deny how much you wanted to finish what you started.

With a slow movement, you let your fingers fall back towards your clit, slowly circling the sensitive bud. You were already close, having been almost at the edge before you had noticed Regulus’ presence, so this wouldn’t take you very long at all.

As you worked yourself, you didn’t dare take your eyes off of your boyfriend. Just his silent form in the room spurred you on, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His eyes were drifting between your face and your cunt, never focusing on one for too long. His own hand came up to rub against his growing erection, making your walls clench in anticipation for what was to come.

“I’m close,” you panted, a warning and a desperate plea all at once.

“That was awfully fast, darling. You’ve been at this for a while, haven’t you?” He asked almost lazily, still not giving you the permission you desperately craved. When all you could do was whine in response, he gave in. “Well then, cum for me pet.”

Your body responded to his words with ease, you back arching and your cunt pulsing around nothing as wave after wave of your climax washed over you. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter closed, unable to watch him in the midst of your orgasm.

When you finally opened your eyes, chest heaving as your body relaxed, Regulus was standing right next to the bed. Slowly, with a shit eating smirk on his face, he held out the vibrator you kept in your bedside drawer. Your eyes widened in comical disbelief, but you automatically took it from him without a second thought.

When he made his way back to the chair, he made a show of taking his cock out and giving it a few steady strokes. As aroused as you thought you were before, it was nothing compared to now. Your eyes were transfixed on his cock, hard and aching for you.

“I think I missed a part of the show before I found you. Keep going, pet. I want that little cunt messy before I fuck you,” he commanded, the hand on his cock not missing a beat as he spoke.

With a shaky breath you turned the vibrator on, knowing you were in for a long night.

#harry potter smut #harry potter #regulus black drabble #regulus black imagine #regulus black headcanons #regulus black smut #regulus black #regulus headcanon #regulus x you

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slightlymore · 4 years

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oh no, mr suh, please don't spank me

johnny x fem reader

cameo: taeyong

genre: !!smut!!, roommates au, fake enemies to lovers, a little tiny fluffy angst bc it's my brand apparently

warnings: a lot of mutual teasing, finger sucking, sexting, solo f and m, spanking, marking, dry humping, hand job, fingering, slight cum play, not protected, overstimulation f and m, multiple orgasms, penetration, manhandling, oral m and f, tiny degradation (sparse use of ‘little slut’), rough

words: 7K

it’s finally here!! this one is very juicy haha good luck I guess :) keep your panties dry challenge

taglist: @comically-sleep-deprived @strawberrymilkandcigarettes @theworld-accordingtocasey @kibumingi

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"Johnny, get lost."

You raised your eyes to meet Johnny's peaceful face in the middle of the corridor, one of them still twitching for waking up so early.

He smirked and didn't move.

You made a step on the right.

He did the same.

"John," you made a step on the left.

His body kept blocking your way.

"Why? Are you busy?" His voice was deep and thick like honey and in other circumstances you would have wanted to listen to it forever. But that morning you woke up without a single ounce of patience.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Yes, unlike you."

"I'm also busy."

"Oh yeah? Doing what?"

"Getting between your legs."

In spite of everything, you couldn't help but snort once.

He has been playing that game for weeks now. A little touch here, a little compliment there, but it was the first time to see him this pushy.

"I told you that I don't want to sleep with my roommates," you walked around him, teasingly hitting his shoulder with yours.

You weren't surprised to feel his fingers wrap your arm and turn you around.

"You don't have to sleep with me. I can sleep well on my own. I need you awake."

Johnny let his palm dance on your skin until it got to your throat, his thumb rising slowly and caressing your lips. You gulped and looked down at his hand before locking eyes with him again.

"You know what I mean," your breath and moving mouth tickled his finger and the twinkle in the man's eyes amused you. You were about to add something else but decided to do something instead - giving him new ideas to continue jerking off to later, since his dick will still be dry for a long time.

But when you softly pulled his thumb into your mouth, you didn't expect to be the first to get that excited.

Johnny let out the ghost of a sigh, staring at the way your pursed lips dragged around his skin, the softness of your tongue licking the tip after giving it a good suck.

"Hm. Knew you were a little slut."

You chuckled and raised your hands to press them on his chest and push him away before turning around with the intent of leaving him hot and bothered.

But he was quicker. In a second your wrists were blocked by his strong fingers and his head was shaking.

"No touching."

You narrowed your eyes amused.

"Oh yeah? And what should I do for you to let me touch you?"

His fingers intertwined with yours and if he didn't have that lustful expression on, the gesture would have been almost sweet.

"Beg?"

You opened your mouth in a slightly surprised o.

"Me? Beg? I don't beg."

Johnny let go of your hands with a smirk and ghosted your chest until getting to the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed.

"Stop me," he whispered but all of a sudden you couldn't concentrate on forming words and frankly, you realized you didn’t want to either.

So he knelt in front of you and slipped his fingers underneath the fabric, revealing your thighs and underwear, pushing it up until exposing your stomach. His breath tickled your skin first then you felt his lips, and when he placed the first kiss you got goosebumps all over your body. Johnny chuckled slowly and palmed your legs as if getting rid of the bumps but it only added to the heightening sensation his mouth was building up. And when he took out the tongue, circling your belly button, you breathed in deeply and grabbed his hair. He liked it since a pleasant grunt formed on his lips, which were going down until meeting the cotton of the underwear, then on one side, tackling your hip with slow kisses.

Right when you were about to close your eyes and moan, you suddenly couldn't feel Johnny's lips on you anymore. You stared down just to see his annoying smirk, his locks still in your hand and his eyebrow raised upon seeing the little wet patch formed on your panties.

He got up with a swift movement as if he had finished with all of his to-do list for the day and smiled.

"I'll go make breakfast," he announced and walked around you whistling.

_____

Said breakfast was being consumed in silence.

You had to change your underwear because the situation between your legs got too much out of control and when you came back Johnny already made coffee and pancakes. With little glances at his face you wondered how come he was that calm and, the most important thing, how come there was no tent in his gray sweatpants.

Did he really think he could start a war and win? You scoffed while angrily munching on the last pieces of pancakes.

"You okay?" he licked his lips after finishing his coffee.

"Of course," you replied dryly, standing up and grabbing your plate directed towards the kitchen like a tornado.

"Your vibes are kinda dark though?" he raised his voice for you to be able to hear over the clanging of dishes.

"Mind your own business," you came back, the violent shift of air as you passed near him almost making his hair swoosh.

_____

Tight clothes? No, more. Lingerie? Uh uh, more. Naked? Maybe too much. Towel? Fuck yeah, towel.

Lips juicy, eyes glowing, and the plan was rolling as you stood inside the bathroom, grinning at yourself in the mirror, hands virtually rubbing against each other while physically they were wrapping your damp skin with the towel.

Hidden behind a corner like a predator about to attack its prey, you waited to hear Johnny's steps coming towards the bedrooms. A little noise, calm and deep, arrived to your ears first. One step forward and the collusion was perfect.

"Oh, sorry!" you bumped into him, the fabric shifting on your breasts, your fingers prudishly trying to cover yourself and - oops - failing. With hands pressed on your chest, the swell of it was even more visible now, the last drops of water shining on the skin and falling slowly inside the cleavage.

Johnny remained silent, not even a tiny ‘sorry’ escaping his lips, his eyes completely trained on your body. Then, when you were already tasting the victory on your tongue, he suddenly looked behind you as if not wanting to look anymore.

You shifted your weight from one foot to another, waiting for a more grand reaction but Johnny kept on a composed face.

After a few seconds of silence, you were about to leave, lower lip between your teeth as your plan didn't make him go rogue.

But then he whispered something under his breath and when you least expected it, he pushed you against the wall. The air got knocked out of your lungs making you breathless. "You like dangerous games?"

His tone was delicious, lips so close to yours, and you absolutely wanted to drink it all in. And he was right. You did like dangerous games and you also liked to win.

"Yeah. And revenge as well." You finally smiled as one of your fingers slowly dragged on his chest, smoothing the creases of his white t-shirt. "Am I making you feel some type of way, John?"

The man scoffed, staring you down. "Not really."

"You can't even look at me in the eyes though.”

"Eyes? Something else requires my attention now, baby girl."

The instant delicious burst of pleasure of his hands cupping your now nude breasts and his thumbs circling your hard nipples made your knees buckle. The towel, slowly falling until stopping around your waist, was dangerously close to getting to your feet if Johnny's hips weren't pressed against yours.

One step back and you'd be naked in front of him and that wasn't your plan at all.

No, no, wait. You were supposed to make him feel things, not the contrary.

Then why were you letting him touch you like that?

"Are you sure you're doing this for me and not for yourself?" Johnny smiled at your light panting and twitching fingers, pressed on his arms.

"Enough," you whined, mind already blurry, so close to beg him to take you like that against that same wall.

Johnny stopped and took a step back, his hands quickly going to your hips preventing the towel from falling any further.

"I don't have to say it since it's obvious. But I've won. Again."

You pulled the white fluffy fabric from his fingers with a huff and stormed into your room, the echo of Johnny's chuckle ringing in the whole corridor.

_____

Disastrous.

You couldn't believe that you got that hot and bothered when Johnny should have been the one salivating and losing his mind inside his room.

Throwing away the towel you looked around for your clothes when a buzz from the bed made your head turn.

"Are you touching yourself?" read Johnny's text. You snorted. Unbelievable.

You weren't going to touch yourself. No, sir. You already lost a second time. You weren't about to give Johnny that satisfaction as well.

From You: and if I were?

From Johnny: thinking about me?

From You: you wish.

You laid down, face illuminated from the phone and fingers hovering over the screen, somewhat invested in the conversation. But just a little.

From Johnny: come on. do it.

You rolled your eyes amused and changed his display name.

From You: you first

From Evil dick: hm, I love winning though.

From You: you talk a lot for someone that's fucking his fist right now :)

From Evil dick: is this what you're imagining?

From You: yeah

Johnny read the text and didn't reply anymore. You could not prove that he was taking care of his stiffy but the thought of him doing so made you feel triumphant. Perhaps it wasn't a full win but you could give yourself half a point. Only half.

Because when you put your phone down, you couldn't stop your hand from sliding between your legs either.

_____

You needed at least one win.

Just once, only once, you wanted to see Johnny's honey eyes tremble under your touch.

And the corridor was your arena apparently since the next day another opportunity arose. Short and quick.

You smiled at him exiting his room and he smiled back. His lips were about to part and probably ask if you enjoyed yourself the previous night but no sound came out of them as your fingertip gently caressed his chest. It was barely there, a slight touch going slowly down.

His jaw muscles tightened when you reached his pants and he jolted when you pulled his belt towards you.

"It was a little crooked," you feigned innocence, your knuckles definitely brushing something that made him inhale silently.

"I'm making breakfast." You smiled and walked around him, leaving Johnny alone in the middle of the corridor just like he did the day before.

_____ “That’s not a win.”

You threw your head back on the couch arm, looking at Johnny upside down, the popcorn kernel you were currently about to eat stopped against your lips.

“That was a win,” you replied.

The man put his hands on his hips. “You just touched my belt.”

You chuckled. “Yeah. Apparently that’s enough for you to cum, baby boy.”

Johnny’s cheeks rose in a tight smile as you licked the salt and butter from your fingers. The look in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed to you and you loved it. His gaze caressed your face and open lips, then your exposed throat and low cut t-shirt. You knew he loved that angle. Could you possibly get two wins on the same day?

“Want some popcorn?” you asked, handing him one kernel. Johnny put his hands on the couch’s arm, bending his frame down and taking it with his teeth. You looked away nonchalantly as his lips touched your fingers, and you grabbed another kernel for yourself.

But Johnny was quicker.

One hand on your jaw, pushing your head back even more, he took it from between your lips in a spiderman kiss.

You couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, mouth open and skin burning from where his lips touched it.

When you locked eyes again, you noticed him munching with a little smile. Still hovering over you, a few strands of hair covering his eyes, he swallowed and whispered.

“I win.”

_____

“Oh, no, I’m not drinking.”

Taeyong looked at you with the cocktail glass in his hand as if you grew two heads. “Y/N not drinking?”

“I can’t drink. I’m on duty.”

You were still sitting on the couch in a ball, eyebrows furrowed and concentrated eyes.

Taeyong took a sip from his drink then shrugged and took a sip from the one he prepared for you too.

“On duty for what?” he plopped near you making you wobble slightly to the side.

“War.”

“On Johnny?” Your head snapped towards his innocent eyes. “You know about it?”

The boy chuckled. “Want me to give you a few tips?”

He smacked his lips and shifted his weight to be more comfortable, his lids dropping as if about to share some juicy secrets.

You imitated his position and leaned in to hear better.

“Make him jealous with me.” You blinked in silence a few times then sighed, pushing Taeyong away. “Are you trying to get between my legs too, now?”

The other continued chuckling. “It was worth the shot. You can try stuff like touching him randomly, then.” You huffed. “You think I’m a newbie?”

Taeyong sipped from both of his drinks again. “Then what about making him believe he got you so you can attack when he feels powerful?”

_____

"Oh, no. I have flour on my clothes."

The dough you were working was still sticky so you got a handful of flour that accidentally went on your bottoms right when Johnny made his appearance in the kitchen.

He looked down and, indeed, noticed a light layer of dust covering your black leggings.

“Could you please clean them up for me? These are my favourites,” you pouted at him.

Johnny smiled and sighed, getting closer and slapping your butt once, then twice, then again, until all the flour was cleaned up.

"There's no reason to be this aggressive, you know?” you bit your lower lip.

"But you like it this way. Don't you?"

Another spank and you mewled, the sound making Johnny hum in appreciation.

“You’re all clean now.” He stepped back and presumably stared at your ass with the excuse of checking for some more flour.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” you whispered and almost regretted - key word ‘almost’ - saying it as your flatmate approached you again, his sudden dark aura making your skin crawl.

“You want me to continue?” his voice caressed your ear, his tone highly amused.

You acted as if gathering the courage to confess that, yes, you wanted him to spank you but, oh no, you were so shy and he was so strong, you couldn’t do it like that and in public!!? oh no, you couldn’t take it.

“N-no, it’s better if we stop here. I- I don’t think I can handle it. It will make me go crazy.”

Even if not seeing him in the face, you could almost physically sense Johnny’s puzzled aura. Laughing to yourself you wondered what kind of reaction he would come up with this time.

He didn’t say anything for a few moments and when you were about to turn your head to check on him, you felt his chest on your back and he engulfed your body with his arms as he pressed his hands on the counter in front of you.

“Okay,” he whispered into your ear. “I’m giving this one to you.”

_____

From Evil Dick: I can hear your vibrator from the kitchen

From You: I’m not using any vibrator right now From You: maybe it’s taeyong lol

From Evil Dick: lol From Evil Dick: it’s definitely coming from your room tho

From You: you’re imagining things you wish were true

From Evil Dick: I don’t imagine you getting off on vibrators From Evil Dick: I like to be included in my fantasies :)

You: typing You: deleting You: typing You: deleting

From You: fuck you

From Evil Dick: fuck me yourself From Evil Dick: 4-2 for me

Johnny smiled brightly when you barged into his room.

He was laying down in the dark, with only the phone illuminating his face.

“Are you already done?” he asked teasingly.

You stopped at the feet of his bed with crossed arms.

“I’m here to fuck,” you announced.

Johnny remained with his mouth open as his brain processed the information then laughed.

“I don’t think you will,” he sat up, resting his back on the bed frame. The movement lifted his t-shirt a little, exposing the waistband of his boxers above the sweatpants and his lower stomach skin.

You didn’t add anything and got on your knees on the bed instead, slowly crawling towards him until getting between his legs. Then you sat on your heels and took away your shirt.

Johnny followed your frame and his eyes grew wide seeing you naked underneath the falling fabric. You smiled and his loss of words and you imitated his position, sitting in front of him and opening your legs to drape over his.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he whispered, eyes trained to where you slowly dragged your fingers.

Inhaling deeply you closed your eyes and threw your head back, gently drawing circles around your clit before pushing two fingers inside of you.

“Shit,” Johnny repeated and you whined, the wet sound telling him how you felt.

“I didn’t say I’m here to fuck you. You can’t touch me nor can you touch yourself. If you do, you lose,” you instructed breathless and Johnny dug his fingers in the mattress underneath him.

You smiled and bit your lower lip, fully enjoying his expression, his eyes looking as if drinking you in and were making you go crazy.

But then he smiled too and it threw you off.

In a second his hands were on your thighs as he pulled you towards him from underneath your knees until reaching the hand between your legs. He grabbed your wrists and blocked them in an iron grip.

“You can’t touch yourself either.”

You were breathing heavily, naked and so close to Johnny that you could almost feel the warmth of his body on your skin.

“What’s with that face, baby girl? You wanted to cum?” he cooed at you.

You bit your lower lip and shook your head.

Johnny pouted. “Hm, baby girl can’t even lie well. Are you sure you don’t want to feel my fingers inside of you?”

You closed your eyes. “I don’t.”

The other pulled you towards him by the wrists again until being able to whisper on your lips.

“What about my tongue?”

“Fuck, John, plea-” you interrupted yourself.

Johnny smirked. “What was that? Please?”

You shook your head again. “No.”

“I definitely heard you say please just now.”

Panting and on the edge you considered just not caring about anything and fuck that man on the spot.

“Truce,” you whispered. Johnny tilted his head to the side.

“It’s not over and no one wins or loses this time,” you explained.

“That’s convenient for you,” he teased.

You huffed and fully sat on his lap, rolling your hips once on his hard cock.

“I think it’s convenient for you too,” you commented after Johnny’s trembling sigh.

His eyes grew darker and his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you on himself even harder. Your arms wrapped his neck and you hid your face into the crook of it, trying to conceal your whimpers.

The rough material of his sweatpants did wonders to your sensitive clit and you didn’t need a lot to start shaking in Johnny’s arms. Your hips stopped as you moaned, digging your fingers into his shoulders but his hands on your waist forced you to go on. The overstimulation felt delicious and you didn’t care what words you mumbled into his ear, jolting every time his cock rubbed on your raw clit again and again. A few deep grunts and Johnny’s erratic movements told you that he was close too. You kissed his jaw then the skin next to it, then the corner of his lips, breathing in the air he breathed out then moaning once as he took his cock out and pumped it in his hand, spurts of warm cum coating your lower stomach. You looked down at the way it dripped between your legs and felt dizzy from pleasure. Johnny read your mind and quickly collected the drops fallen on your clit, drawing circles around it quicker and quicker until he had you shaking for the second time, head fallen on his shoulder and teeth digging into his neck skin.

You remained like that, breathless and fucked out until you finally could manage to raise your head again. “This never happened,” you whispered and Johnny nodded amused.

_____

You yelped as Johnny’s wide palm slapped your butt unannounced. "John! I'm near the stove!"

"Good morning," he smiled sweetly as he retrieved two coffee mugs from the cupboard.

"What if I burnt myself?" you accused him even if you both knew it was highly improbable.

"I would have kissed the bruise until the pain disappeared," he placed the mugs down and walked around you, positioning himself behind you and trapping you with his arms. One hand turned the stove off and the other danced on your stomach pulling you against him.

"When will you stop?" you tried to steady your voice since your ass rubbing on your roommate's crotch wasn't exactly calming.

"When you'll beg," he whispered in your ear with his playful tone. "But I'm not trying to do anything now. You were so caught up into staring at me that you didn't notice the eggs and I'm here to save them."

You put your tongue inside your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling. Johnny breathed in as if trying to add something else but the sound of a voice made you both jolt.

"What are you guys doing so early in the morning?"

You almost forgot you had other roommates besides your sworn enemy poking at your back with his cock.

"Teaching Y/N how to make good eggs."

Taeyong raised one eyebrow at the scene in front of himself. "Yeah. Adding a sausage does make your eggs taste better."

"Oh my God," you mumbled, turning around and pushing a chuckling Johnny away.

"Do you want to know my recipe?" Taeyong raised his voice since you were already leaving the kitchen.

"Two sausages--," then a smack and a fit of laughter as Taeyong promptly apologized for even daring to assume he could add himself into the equation.

“Come on. I thought you were in a good mood this morning by the looks of that bright red hickey.”

“Yes and I don’t share what’s mine.” You almost stumbled on our own feet in the corridor.

"I'm out of town this weekend, by the way. If you want to go all out…" was the last thing you heard and the one giving you the best idea for your new plan.

_____

It was almost two in the morning and Johnny was nowhere to be seen.

You rolled over on the bed with a huff then kicked the blanket staring at the lingerie you were wearing with sudden disgust.

It was the weekend and the house was empty - the perfect occasion for you to play with Johnny. And where was he? Probably fucking somebody else.

You were sick with anger.

Getting out of the bed - his bed where you waited for him - you stripped out of the sexy lace and grabbed the first t-shirt you found. It was one of his and even though it was clean, it still smelled like Johnny.

You got back under the covers and crossed your arms on your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.

It wasn’t jealousy. You didn’t care if Johnny fucked other people. It’s not like you even fucked properly in the first place. You were just irritated that your plan didn’t work as you wanted it to.

With an argh you turned on your side and hugged the other pillow, Johnny’s scent engulfing you all again.

God, he made you so mad.

_____

The first thing you realized as you woke up was the fact that your room didn’t have a black accent wall.

The second one was Johnny’s arms around you - one behind your head and the other one thrown around your waist.

You were sleeping on your back, one hand placed on top of his and the other one on the veiny forearm. With one finger you followed one of them until reaching the bicep then you slowly turned your head to look at him in the face.

He didn’t close the blinds when he came home last night so the sun was shining brightly behind him, making him look like an angel.

You smiled for a moment, staring at his calm expression and listening to his regular breath before widening your eyes in horror and snapping out of your sweet thoughts.

What was that?

You didn’t care about John Suh and you definitely didn’t care about the way his caramel hair was draping on his forehead.

“Mm,” his raspy voice accompanied his strong arms pulling you towards him as you tried to slip out of the bed. “Where are you going?” he mumbled, eyes still closed and very much half asleep.

You sighed and relaxed on your back again without a word and when Johnny rolled you over to face him you didn’t resist it.

“Did you sleep well?” “Where have you been?” you spoke on top of him.

The words, or maybe your tone, made Johnny’s eyes open in an instant.

You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were low on his chest instead. He raised one hand to cup your cheek with the intent to make you look at him but you flinched.

“What’s going on?” he questioned.

You sighed again and shook your head. “Nothing. I’ll make breakfast.”

As you tried to get out of the bed again, Johnny’s arms didn’t want to leave your body. “Y/N. Wait. Stay.”

His hand got to your face a second time and this time you locked eyes with him.

“I was out. Like most weekends,” he explained.

You gulped and nodded. “Good.”

“No, it’s not good. You don’t seem to like that.”

You didn’t add anything, neither denying nor confirming it.

Johnny’s eyebrows met in the middle. “You’ve never had a problem with that.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” you finally managed to get out of bed and Johnny let you go this time.

“I didn’t fuck anyone, if you’re wondering,” you heard him say as you walked the few steps towards the door.

“I don’t care if you fuck people, Johnny.”

“You do.”

Your feet stopped in place. “I don’t.”

“You’ve just made the same expression you put on when you claim that you don’t want me to touch you and we both know that’s a lie.” His voice was calm but stern. “Just admit it.”

You just resumed walking and exited the room.

_____

It was weird and not something familiar to your gut, but every time you saw Johnny, you felt the urge to either kiss his lips, cry on the floor, punch his face or run away.

The first was understandable, even if weird; the second one was absolutely weird and you had no idea what the fuck was going on with you; the third was also highly understandable.

But it was the last one that you chose.

So when Johnny entered the kitchen you got out. When he opened the door to his bedroom you closed yours. When he sat on the couch, you got up.

Until he couldn’t take it anymore and barged into your room unannounced.

“Hey! Knocking maybe?”

You were on the bed, scrolling through your phone and looking absolutely impresentable.

“Talk to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not in the mood to play right now, John.”

He walked over and sat on your bed.

“I don’t want to play. You’re avoiding me.”

“Look, it was fun for a while, but I don’t feel like continuing the little game we had going on. Let’s go back to how it was before.” Y

ou hoped you sounded convincing to him because you didn’t sound convincing to your own ears.

Your words did make Johnny put on a sour expression though and you pretended to not notice.

“Okay,” he said after a moment and you retrieved your phone from the bed, expecting the conversation to be over.

Yet, when he placed his palm on your thigh your hand stopped in mid-air.

“What are you doing?”

He looked down to where his finger slowly caressed your skin, creating little goosebumps all over it. Then Johnny looked up and whatever expression you had on, it was enough for him as he suddenly got up and left the room.

_____

“Brr, this house is colder than the heart of my elementary crush after he refused to share his food with me.”

Both you and Johnny ignored Taeyong’s words, busy rolling your peas into your own plates.

“What happened while I was away?”

“Nothing happened,” you mumbled.

“Hm,” the boy commented, munching on his food. “Wait,” he stopped, struck by realization, “ you mean like - nothing - happened? This is why you’re both mad? You didn’t fuck?”

You rolled your eyes and got up with the plate in your hands.

“She’s mad because she doesn’t want to admit that she has feelings for me.”

The bomb that Johnny threw made both Taeyong and you shake in your places.

“What?” you asked incredulously. “I don’t have feelings for you.”

Johnny calmly put down his fork and looked up at you.

“Well, I do.”

You opened your mouth in a silent shock while Taeyong initially gasped then soon after shrugged, whispering under his breath. “I mean, it was kinda obvious in his case.”

“And I don’t like the fact that you think I have space in my mind for other people besides you,” he continued. “Because it’s not true.”

“Woah,” Taeyong rested his back on the chair as if watching a soap opera.

“Did you really have to do this in the living room at dinner time?” you asked him after a few seconds of opening and closing your mouth like a fish.

“Oh?” Johnny raised his eyebrows. “You want to take this to the bedroom instead? Let’s go,” he got up suddenly.

“Aw, guys, come on. You always hide the funniest stuff from me!” whined Taeyong seeing you leave.

“You know what I mean!” you replied to Johnny but still followed his quickly moving frame inside his room. He closed the door behind him and crossed his arms on his chest as if waiting for you to talk.

“What?” you imitated his position.

“Say something?”

“I don’t know what to say! What does one say after all of that?” you questioned.

“Do something? I just said I am in love with-”

In the end you did something and that something was wrapping his neck with your arms and kissing him deeply.

Johnny remained still for a moment as if shocked before finally relaxing his arms and tightly pulling your body towards his.

Your mind was empty and you had no idea what was going on but after a few seconds of tasting Johnny’s tongue you were already thrown on the bed. It creaked under Johnny’s force and you jolted at the way he dragged your pajama pants down. No sexy outfit and no lace lingerie to meet his eyes, yet they were full of such intensity and lust that you realized it didn’t matter at all. Hands in his hair, you raised your bust to connect your lips again.

“I was so fucking mad you weren’t home that night. I thought I was about to go crazy,” you breathed out while Johnny was palming your torso, lifting up your t-shirt and cupping your breasts.

“I know. Punish me then. Show me your anger,” he joked. But his reply turned a switch into your body and you managed to push his chest away from you. He smiled at your reaction and rolled over on his back, letting you straddle his lap.

“I’m going to tease you so much until you’ll be the one begging me to touch you.”

Johnny caressed your thighs. “Hm. I don’t need any teasing. You’re breaking me with your mere presence. Please, please, touch me.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you couldn’t see anymore. The grunts leaving Johnny’s throat as you bit into his neck were so hot that you wondered what stopped you from letting yourself hear them before. And when you moved to his chest, then stomach, littering his skin with love bites his muscles twitched under your touch.

You had no words to describe how it felt to have him inside your mouth. Heavy, hot and so present, you choked only on a third of it.

“Shit,” you mumbled, taking it out and pumping it instead with your hand.

Johnny loved it anyways and he looked at you with such intensity that you wondered if you could make him cum with only a few kitty licks.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to,” he breathed out.

“It’s alright. I know I have a monster cock and you don’t have to suck on it if you can’t handle being deepthroated,” you mocked him trying to imitate his tone. “Well, I want to and I will.”

And so you listened to Johnny’s airy chuckle, broken by the feeling of your mouth on him again, this time deeper than before.

“You love a challenge, huh?”

You would have said that, yes, you loved it and you loved to win, if it weren’t for his cock sliding down your throat making it difficult to talk.

“Fuck, baby, that’s- oh shit-,” he grabbed your head as you bobbed your head up and down a few times before you couldn’t take it anymore and let it out with a lewd plop.

“Baby?” you raised one eyebrow at him.

“You don’t like it?”

“Do I look like a baby to you?” you smiled with wet lips, your hand restlessly pumping his cock hard and fast.

Johnny grunted again, his hips rising to meet your touch even more.

“Hm, no, you look like a little slut right now,” he agreed with a smirk before his expression changed again into, you realized in that moment, the best view you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Head thrown back and completely at your mercy, Johnny came hard, his whole body twitching as his cum spurted on your hand and face.

“I think I won this time,” you pumped him a few more times before letting him go. “Hm, you drink so much coffee,” you smacked your lips after licking his cum off your fingers.

“This wasn’t part of the game.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve just decided that it was,” you shrugged.

Johnny grabbed his discarded t-shirt and cleaned his stomach. “So, are we playing now?”

His tone got dangerous and his expression made your wet pussy even drippier but you had no time to worry or form a single thought about it since you suddenly found yourself with the face on the mattress instead.

You turned your head sideways to be able to breathe and Johnny’s hands didn’t even try to be gentle when they pulled your panties down.

The loud smack arrived before the sensation of his big palm on your asschecks could. When you finally felt the burning sensation, another slap added to that.

Your fingers grabbed Johnny’s blanket, preparing yourself for the third spank, absolutely not expecting his tongue inside of you instead.

“Fuckfuckfuck-” you mewled but your sounds only made Johnny more ferocious, hands opening you up, eating you out as if he’d been dying to do so for a long time. And it was true for yourself too, but no imagination of yours could have realistically portrayed the way he was making you feel and no fingers of yours could reach as deep as his did, fingering you fast, tongue not stopping for a second, not even when you violently went over the edge with the loudest moans you’ve ever heard yourself emit.

“You win, you win-,” your rough throat tried to stop him from torturing your overstimulated clit and you heard him suck on his fingers after he let you go.

“Okay, I’ll take it. But this is just the beginning. Are you going to let me fuck you, baby?” he caressed your ass, going down to your waist and cupping your breasts.

The movement made his cock poke at your entrance and you imperceptibly opened your legs even more.

“Yes, please,” you whispered back, turning your head to meet his lips as he lifted your chin.

“Hm? Say that again?”

“Please.”

His tip easily slipped inside but the stretch still made you hiss through your teeth. Johnny shushed you, kissing your shoulder and neck until he bottomed out. “You can handle it, right baby?” You tried to nod but his first thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and you let your head fall down again with a whine.

Johnny moved again and again then stopped with a grunt. “Beg a little for me again.”

You bit your lower lip, his tip pressing right when you needed it to and you wanted him to do it non stop.

“I don’t think I will beg again,” you whispered with a smile and started to move your hips instead. It was a sloppy and slow job, nowhere sharp and quick as Johnny’s, but you had to win again.

The man let your ass bounce on his stomach a few times, staring at the way you were stretched around him then he grabbed your waist and left you all empty.

You whined, clenching yet nothing being inside of you anymore.

“I said beg.”

His breath was now on your spine, his wet mouth placing kisses on your skin, making it shiver and taking some of it in his teeth, sucking on it until he was satisfied.

But you remained silent and he clicked his tongue at your stubbornness. In a single go he filled you up again and this time he never stopped.

He was breaking you in half and if you hadn’t already had tears in your eyes, this would have been the time to start crying from pleasure.

“Holy fucking shit--John-” you cried out, breath rhytmically broken by his deep thrusts and when he added his slaps again, you just lost it all, cumming so hard that the neighbors were probably ready to call an ambulance.

Johnny stopped balls deep inside of you, feeling the way you clenched around him. And when you thought it was over, when you barely started to hear again, he moved as hard as before, shushing you and pressing his fingers roughly into your skin.

“You can handle another round, right baby? You’re such a pretty little slut with a bigger attitude than she can carry. This is nothing for you.”

Fucked dumb, you could only nod and Johnny started to lose control himself, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, some drops falling from his collabones to his chest. And when you felt his cum spurt inside of you, you finally begged, repeating it again and again. Johnny didn’t stop and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to move at all the next day when your muscles contracted for the nth time in so little time, collapsing completely after Johnny slowly slipped out of you.

His breath felt wet and boiling on your face when he dropped beside you.

He swallowed a few times trying to catch his breath. “Fucking finally. I knew it was going to be epic. Why did you refuse me for so long? Look what you missed.”

You would have snorted if you had the force so you resorted to just let out a whine. “I refused so I couldn’t see this. I have a big attitude? Well, you have the biggest ego in the world.”

Johnny turned his head towards you. “And cock.”

You rolled your eyes and accepted his hands pulling you towards his chest.

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” you mumbled. He kissed your forehead. “And you love it.” “No,” you denied it, “butIloveyou,” you added quickly.

Johnny shook your body in a hug. “Hm?? Say that again.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

That grown man pouted at you making his eyes wide and glossy. “Please?”

“Whoa,” you smiled, “are you acting cute at me right now? After killing me with your monster cock?”

Johnny nodded cutely and repeated the plea.

“Okay, okay. I-- love you.”

He chuckled happily and tightened his arms around you again, squeezing you in an almost mortal hug.

“Again.”

You sighed realizing that you were suddenly dealing with a child.

“I love you.”

And you repeated it again and again until you were sure that he finally fell asleep.

With one hand to caress his face you finally indulged in staring at him, fully realizing what that weird sensation in your gut was.

“I really love you.”

Your whisper was tiny and barely audible but Johnny smiled.

“I know. And I love you too.”

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barnesafterglow · 3 years

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xoxo

summary: you and bucky are trying to deal with the aftermath of becca's actions. little do you know, that was just the start.

pairing: bfb!bucky x f!reader

word count: 5.1k

warnings: lots of language, an insane amount of gossip girl posts, a smidge of angst but everything works out, talk of sextapes/porn, blackmail, becca is a crazy bitch, reference to mental health issues/therapy, btw bucky (and the boys) are a year older than y/n and becca, Y/I means 'your initals'

a/n: so i finally wrote a part two of 'super rich kids' !! i hope this does it justice, because i never really planned to continue this, but then i had some ideas. this took me about a week to finish bc i kept hitting a block but anyways sorry to anyone who wanted redemption for becca enjoy!!

you can read part one here!

Hey Upper East Siders, I bet you’re wondering what happened next. Don’t you worry, I’m here to tell the tale.

xoxo, Gossip Girl

It had been six months. Six. Months. And Becca was still seething about you and Bucky. While the headlines had stopped, Becca still made sure to tell whoever she could. It was honestly more comical than anything at this point, because she had lost the respect of most of your friends. But those she paid to keep around remained by her side.

Regardless of whether or not you and Bucky were splashed across the front page of a gossip magazine, there was still a tension that lingered at the rift between you and your best friend, and him and his sister. You all kept pretending everything was okay, but you could tell Bucky missed his sister, regardless of what she had done - she was still family. You knew he was far from forgiving her, but having such a looming cloud over his head was starting to get to him.

“Hey Buck, what do you want for dinner tonight?” You all hadn’t spoken all day. Unfortunately this wasn’t unusual for the last couple of weeks. Even so, you managed to get in bed every night and talk like nothing was wrong, and for that you were grateful. Though when a few minutes went by and you still hadn’t gotten a response from Bucky, you were a bit worried.

You walked into the living room to find Bucky hunched over his laptop, obviously stressed. He had just graduated, and while he didn’t need a job, he wanted to work, wanted to put his degree to use. You figured he must still be looking at jobs, trying to find the right fit for him. But when you sat down beside him, head resting on his shoulder, it wasn’t an application across his screen.

This just in: Brother Barnes and his pretty little thing are ditching the high life for a new career path. I didn’t know Manhattan bred porn stars. Make sure to check it out… if you’re brave enough.

xoxo, Gossip Girl

“What the fuck is gossip girl?” Your jaw was on the floor, your heart was in your throat, and if you didn’t breathe soon you were going to pass out. An intimate moment in yours and Bucky’s life was online for everyone to see. The worst thing is, this wasn’t TMZ or Cosmo, it was a site that you had never seen before, but was already buzzing. You saw names of people you had known your whole life, commenting on your movie with Bucky.

Jesus, had Bucky done this? Maybe that’s why he had been so distant. You had no recollection of ever being recorded, or at least agreeing to it, so the only option seemed to be that Bucky had set it up without your knowledge. Did he mean to post it, though, or did it just get leaked?

“James, did you do this? Please tell me you didn’t do this,” voice barely above a whisper, you trembled, tears finally rolling down your cheeks as he met your eyes.

“Are you kidding me? Of course not! I would never do anything like that, I can’t believe you would even ask me. You’re crazy.” Your tears turned from that of fear to ones of fury. Although you were hoping his reaction came from the stress of the situation, you couldn’t help but think he sounded a little defensive.

“I’m crazy? I’m not the one who posted our sex life all over the internet like some amatuer porn star! Is that what gets you off now? Or were you just bored? I know things haven’t been the same but this is just a low. I thought I could trust you.” You had always been able to read Bucky like an open book. For you, he wore his heart on his sleeve - always had. But right now it was like he built a wall of steel around himself, and you had know idea what was going on behind those blue eyes.

“If that’s how you feel about me, then I don’t think you know me at all,” his teeth clenched so hard you could barely make out the words. You had never seen him this angry. Something deep down told you it wasn’t all directed at you, but that didn’t matter right now. “It seems like I don’t know you, either. Maybe we just need to take a break until we can figure this out.”

Your anger quickly fizzled out. You knew he didn’t want it, but you did know he meant it. And that made your heart break just as much. You didn’t even have the words to fight about it, it’s just what had to be done. As he packed a bag, you sat on the bed watching him, until he kneeled down right in front of you.

“I love you, never forget that.” His words were so soft, they broke the dam of tears you’d been holding back. As they silently streamed down your cheeks, he pressed a kiss to your foreheads and gave you one last glance before walking out of the room. You could barely hear the front door close over the breaking of your heart.

Bucky hadn’t seen the inside of his house in months. Once it became clear Becca was not getting over anything, Bucky moved in with you. Now, his room didn’t even look like his room. There was no sign of his daily life, the only thing that still remained were the picture frames on his desk. Walking over, he picked up his favorite one - a picture of you, Bucky, and Becca at their house in the Hamptons. It was the summer you were 16, before either of you really knew you loved each other. Bucky was in the middle, long arms thrown over the shoulders of his two favorite girls; Beck was looking at the camera with her signature smile, but you and Bucky were looking at each other laughing. It was a wonder it took you all so long to realize your feelings.

A sharp knock on his door frame pulled him out of his thoughts, and his gaze landing on his sister reminded him why he was here.

“Hey, Bucky-bear. What are you doing at home? Just here to see your dear sister - or did you finally drop that skank?” Becca laughed as if she had just told the funniest joke in the world. It was infuriating. “I’m just kidding, really. I’m glad you’re here, I always knew you would come home, I know you so well. And I missed my brother so much.” She came over to wrap her arms around his frame, not missing a beat even when his body tensed up. She simply skipped back towards her room, going on about where they would go for dinner tonight.

Spotted: The Barnes siblings reuniting over a dinner of Italian, sans their favorite girl. Is this just a coincidence, or has Beck finally dragged Bucky back to the palace? Only time will tell.

xoxo, Gossip Girl

Gossip Girl was quickly taking over the Upper East Side. In just two weeks, more dirt had been dumped than your entire high school career. Affairs were outed, scandals unearthed, and no one was safe. The biggest hit, however, was focused on the crumbling relationship between you and Bucky. At least once a day, a picture of one of you emerged, with some ridiculous rumor swirling. So far Bucky had apparently partook in a threesome at his favorite rooftop pool, and you were dating some British royal of which no one knew the name.

It was becoming ridiculous. Nothing was real, but no one cared as long as they had something to talk about. And still none of that bothered you as much as the fact that you hadn’t seen Bucky. The two of you had exchanged some texts, mostly to assure the other that Gossip Girl was very much wrong. Other than that, well, you didn’t know.

All you could do was hope that would blow over soon, and that you and Bucky could fix things. But that possibility seemed further away as more time passed. Gossip Girl couldn’t get enough; each post more vicious than the last. And then started more and more posts about Bucky. He was partying again, almost every night. There had been no pictures of him with a girl, yet, but you had a sick feeling it wasn’t too far off. It seemed foolish to think that things could have worked out; that you and Bucky were meant to be. You both loved each other, that you knew for sure, but your best guess was that for whatever reason, the two of you just couldn’t be together. As hard as it was to accept, you were determined to let him be happy.

That didn’t mean you were ready to move on, though. And when you thought you were at your lowest, a knock came to your front door.

You trudged through the apartment, ready to tell whoever was there - probably Natasha with a bottle of vodka - that you weren’t in the mood. But your first glance at the looming figure had you flinging open the door and jumping into his arms.

“Samuel Wilson, what are you doing here!” It had been almost two years since he had decided to move across the country for college, and while he kept in touch, he hadn’t come back. You got it, he hated the drama that came with living among the elite. Really, you admired him for doing what he truly wanted - even with the threat of getting cut off.

Once you finally released him from your koala hold, you stepped back with the biggest smile that had graced your lips since Bucky left. You really just couldn’t believe he was here. Growing up, he had been the final piece of Steve and Bucky’s trio. They were more like brothers than anything, with the constant bickering and tough love, and it was never entirely the same without him.

“Come on, baby girl, you know I couldn’t stand to leave you alone for too long.” You opened your mouth to protest that two years was more than too long, but it didn’t matter since he was here now. “I’m back, at least for a little bit. As it turns out, having a degree doesn’t mean you magically know what you want to do with your life. So, here I am, ready to live it up with my favorite people.”

“Your favorite people are a bit of a mess right now, I’m afraid.” His confused face made you giggle, and not wanting him to be in the dark, you offered him a proposal. “I’ll tell you about it as long as you pay for lunch.”

His laugh followed you all the way to your bedroom as you began to get ready.

“Fucking Gossip Girl? What, are we back in high school?” To say he wasn’t pleased about what had been going on in his absence was an understatement. “Also you and Bucky? That’s great, I was worried I would have to listen to him pine over you just like when I left.”

You rolled your eyes before countering, “Did you listen to a word I said? Bucky and I are over, at least I think we’re over. Point is, we’re not speaking and he’s out clubbing while I’ve been home with ice cream and trashy TV. I wouldn’t say we’re on the road to recovery.”

“That boy has been in love with you as long as I’ve known him, I wouldn’t be too worried. If anything, I’ll knock some sense into him the second I see him.”

You reached over the table and squeezed his hand, grateful to have one of your best friends back.

Looks like Sam is back in town, and he’s already made a move on Bucky’s girl. We should have known his charm was irresistible, and that he wouldn’t waste a second. You snooze, you lose, Barnes. Time to move on.

xoxo, Gossip Girl

James Buchanan Barnes, for as much of an asshole as he could be, was not quick to anger. But right now, he was goddamn furious.

It had been almost two weeks since he had found out Becca was Gossip Girl. Two weeks of her blackmailing him so that he wouldn’t tell anyone, especially his girlfriend. His girlfriend. Fuck. Was she even his girlfriend anymore? He guessed not; he had technically broken up with her - or “taken a break” to be more exact. But he figured this would all blow over and then they would be fine. He had gotten worried at first about these “blasts” from Gossip Girl, spreading rumors, until you texted him to assure that there was nothing going on with anyone, and that you missed him. He believed you, of course, but there was a nagging in the back of his mind that something wasn’t right. And then he found out about Becca.

“No, Sharon, I was right. He came back home, everything worked out perfectly.” A long pause followed. “Of course I’m not going to stop. This is the most fun I’ve had since high school.” Her voice started to gradually become more irritated. “I don’t care, S! Nobody is really getting hurt, they’re just being a bunch of babies. I don’t care that we just started this to get Bucky back, Gossip Girl was the best idea I’ve ever had.”

“What the fuck, Rebecca!” Bucky charged into the kitchen. He was coming down to get a drink when he heard Becca arguing with someone on the phone, and was about to turn around when he heard his name. “This bullshit has been you? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

And she had the nerve to laugh. Laugh. Like this was all some game to her. Which, when he really thought about it, it all was.

“Oh, Bucky-bear. You weren’t supposed to find out this way. Or at all, though I don’t really care. You needed to come to your senses, and it was the only way I could get you to understand. And look how it all turned out! You’re back home where you belong, and you don’t have to worry about that whore anymore.”

That nearly threw him into a fit. He wanted to punch the wall and throw things and demand answers. But that’s not how Becca worked. She needed to give out the information on her own - had to feel like she was taunting it. So he stayed quiet, waiting for her to tell him more.

“And then, you know, it turned out to be so much fun. No drama ever happens anymore, and the fact that I was the one creating it gave me such a thrill. I couldn’t possibly stop.”

“Like hell you won’t stop. Once I tell everyone what a sick fuck you are, you’ll never recover.” Composure be damned, he was fuming now. His sister, his own goddamn flesh and blood, had released a sextape of him and her best friend. That had to be illegal right? Wasn’t revenge porn a thing? God, this was going to ruin her.

“Oh, you think you’re just gonna waltz out of here and tell everyone? You’re very sorely mistaken, big brother. I have much worse shit on you than a 30 second clip of you screwing half naked. It’s amazing what kind of freaky fuckery people get up to when they don’t realize they’re being recorded in their own homes. The second you run your mouth, I’ll fucking destroy you.”

And so for two weeks, he had been racking his brain, trying to come up with a plan. All he wanted to do was talk to you, but he felt like that would set Becca over the edge too, and he wanted to have that plan first.

So while Becca was out shopping for a new outfit for the party tonight, Bucky snuck into her room in search of some answers, or really just a hail mary.

Thank god Becca was running late for her plans, because in her rush, she had left her laptop open and unlocked. Bucky started digging, knowing he had at least a couple hours, and found a file with seemingly every bit of information she’s accumulated as Gossip Girl. As much as he would love to be a good person, the only thing that really concerned him was a folder under your name. Really subtle, Becca.

But all he found are the recent pictures of you out, some less than flattering shots of you throughout the apartment, and an audio file that’s full of Bucky’s filthy mouth. Plus that fucking sextape. Other than that, there’s nothing. Not even in his folder, except for pictures of him when Becca blackmailed him into clubs and parties. She was lying, all to get Bucky back under her thumb.

He quickly deleted all of her files, making sure the drive was empty, before trying to call you. Even though he called her three times, all three went to voicemail. Starting to freak out, he prepared to rush to her apartment, then he got a text from Sam, asking him if he was going to the party tonight, and also letting him know that he would be showing up with you, as a friend. Bucky felt a sense of relief, and decided he would just speak to you tonight - plus that gave him a chance to form a real apology for how much of a dick he’s been.

Look alive, there’s a party brewing tonight and I’ve heard it’s gonna be a real hit. Make sure you bring your popcorn, you won’t wanna miss this.

xoxo, Gossip Girl

You were only going to this party for Sam. As far as you were concerned, Netflix on your couch was a much better idea. But in the wise words of Mr. Sam Wilson: there’s no party like a NYC party. Whatever, at least you looked good. All you planned to do was latch onto Sam while he made his rounds, then drag him back to your apartment so you could con him into a Jersey Shore marathon. And you really hoped you didn’t see Bucky - you just didn’t think you could deal with him tonight.

Lucky for you, he’s the first person you see as soon as you walk through the fucking doors. God was really playing a fun game here. You gave him a nod and headed for the kitchen, and you could see in his eyes how bad he wanted to follow you. Instead, he opted to greet his friend, and try to catch up with you later. Leaning against the counter, sipping from your cup, you saw Wanda fly into the room, obviously looking for something. Her eyes narrowed in on you before grabbing your arm and dragging you into the hallway, spilling half your drink in the process. Before you could even open your mouth, a jumble of words came rushing out of her.

“Becca’s here and she said she’s on a mission to find you and Sharon’s here and you know they’re no good together and Y/N you need to get out of here.” Her breath is coming out and pants and it takes a second for your brain to comprehend her words.

“W, I’m not scared of Becca. There’s nothing she can possibly do that’ll make this worse. I’m sick of giving her the upper hand; as much as I don’t want to be here, I have every damn right, and these are my friends. I’m not leaving.”

“She said she has something on you, something big, and that she’s going to send it to Gossip Girl if you don’t do what she wants. Before you ask, no I don’t know what it is, but I think you need to go and figure it out before she confronts you.”

While you didn’t give a shit about what else she supposedly had on you, you really didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now, so you just nodded. As you turned on your heel to head back towards the front door, you made eye contact with Bucky, spotting Becca over his shoulder. Before you could even think, he had grabbed you by the arm, pulling you close to him. He led you back through the kitchen and hallway, into an empty bedroom. You didn’t say anything until you were behind the closed door, not wanting to make a scene. But the second you heard the lock click, your emotions overcame you.

“What the hell, Buck? We don’t talk for weeks and all of a sudden you want to be my knight in shining armor? You spend weeks under the same roof as her and suddenly you’re on my side? I don’t get it. You broke up with me. So what’s your angle here?” Your hands were shaking and your breath was shallow, but you refused to cry right now. All these months you hadn’t let yourself breakdown, you weren’t about to start now. The only thing you wanted was to be wrapped in Bucky’s arms, but that wasn’t an option either.

“It’s her. Y/N, Becca is Gossip Girl.” If you thought you were having trouble breathing before, it was nothing compared now. Of course it was her. Who else could possibly be this cruel? “Please believe me when I say that I am so sorry. I found out a couple of days after I- well, after I started staying there. I overheard her on the phone, talking to Sharon. They planned the whole thing to get us to break up, but Becca just… she just didn’t want to stop. The first thing I wanted to do was tell you, so we could tell everyone else. But she told me she had more on us, that she was recording in the apartment. She held that over me to get anything she wanted. I couldn’t risk it, not when it involved you.”

So Wanda was right, Becca did have more. If she had been recording in your apartment, she could have anything. You had to get out of there, now. Bucky must have seen the panic written all over your face, because he wrapped his arms around you, softly rubbing circles along your back.

“She was lying. I searched her computer; she was lying. She’s messed up, and I think she needs help, but there’s nothing to worry about.” At his words, you finally broke down. The only thing keeping you on your feet was Bucky’s arms, and you let every pent up emotion free. It was like a roller coaster, but the more you let it out, the more your sadness and sorrow faded away, and your anger took the forefront.

You didn’t give a fuck about what might be wrong with her, the fact of that matter was that she had invaded your privacy, she had put both yours and Bucky’s futures and potential careers at stake. And she didn’t have a second thought about it. It was unimaginable, trying to wrap your head around it. She had no excuse, no sense of guilt, and you wanted to make sure she got put in her place.

You pushed yourself off Bucky, giving him a searing kiss, before whispering an I love you and heading towards the door. Becca stood in the middle of the living room, talked to Sharon, who nodded her head at you as you walked up to them. You could tell by the look on her face that she had been waiting to see you all night. But before you could say a word, you grabbed her by the hair and pushed her up against the wall.

“You conniving little bitch. You think you can get away with fucking anything. You’ve gone unchecked for too long and you are fucking done. Do you understand?” You took a step back, knowing you now had the attention of everyone at the party. “Anyone curious about Gossip Girl? Does anyone want to know who’s been spreading lies and trying to ruin everyone? Well you’re looking at her right now. Rebecca Barnes, we all knew she was evil, but did you expect this? I certainly should have.” Eyes still burning with rage, you turned back to her. “You’re done, Beck. Done.”

Not wanting to let her get another word in, you grabbed her arm and pulled her out the front door, down the elevator and through the lobby until you were out on the sidewalk.

“I should rip your hair out right here, but unlike you, I have class. Plus, you know I have the power to do much worse.” You felt a hand on your lower back, and turned to see that Bucky had followed you. His eyes calmed you, and you let go of Becca’s arm in order to pull out your phone. They both looked at you in utter confusion, but you just pressed the call without a word.

“Hi, Winnie, I’ve missed you so much.” A pause. “You’re back in the city? I didn’t know that! You’ve just been gone so long.” As she responds, you see that Becca has gone pale in the face. It was a power move, to call their mother, and you knew it. Winnifred Barnes had always held a soft spot for you, even more so than her own daughter at times; you suspected this was because you treated her with respect and loved her just like your own mom, whereas Becca had always possessed that mean streak, and her attitude didn’t stop with her mother. You always tried to cushion her blows, even when you all were younger, and it put a little bit of hope back into Winnie’s heart.

“Yes, I promise I’ll come over for lunch soon, but I should probably get around to why I called.” You told her every last detail, from the start of it six months ago, down to the last two weeks. Even Bucky looked queasy at the thought of what his mother might do with this information. “So you can see, dear, why I had to get you involved. We’re just so worried for her, and her mental state, of course. I know you tried to raise us all with a good head on our shoulders, so I knew you would be able to take care of everything… I’ll keep her safe until you get here, don’t worry. I’ll see you soon, ma. Kisses.”

Becca looked absolutely petrified as you put your phone back in your purse, but that only put a smug smile on your face. “What did you do? I won’t see the city again for years, you know that. I mean they sent Sarah to rehab in Philly just because they caught her with a joint once.” She couldn’t help her voice from shaking, and you almost felt bad.

“You need help, Rebecca. This isn’t okay; it’s not normal. I think some time away from the city will be good for you, anyways. Even with what you did, you’re not evil, but you need to face the consequences for your actions that were.” As much as you wanted to continue your lecture, Winnie’s car pulling up to the curb stopped you. She stepped out of the backseat and came over to kiss both you and Bucky on the cheek before turning her attention to her daughter, placing a hand on each of her shoulders.

“I already talked to your father, honey. We decided it’s best if you take a little break from everything going on. You know your dad’s cousins, out in Minnesota? We know they’d be more than willing to take you in while we get you set up with a therapist. You can even transfer to the university there, if you want, or take some time off from school altogether. All we want is what’s best for you. Give it some time, and we’ll take everything after as it comes.”

Becca just looked defeated climbing into the backseat, not bothering to take a glance back as the car drove off. You may never forgive her, but she deserved a chance to figure her shit out, just as much as anyone else; you could only hope she would actually take the help being given.

Bucky pulled you out of your thoughts by cupping your face in both of his hands, eyes brimming with tears. “I’m sorry you even had to do that, I’m sorry any of this happened. If I could go back into time, I would change everything - I would have stayed by your side through all of this. Hell, I would go back to when I was 17 and tell Becca to hell with her problems, because I was in love with you. As much as I would like to change, I have no regrets as long as it got me to your side. You’re home, where I’m meant to be. I don’t need anything else.”

Just when you thought you had cried it all out, tears were streaming down your face as he pulled you flush against his body, kissing you like his life depended on it. He gave you every ounce of apology and love through his lips, and it felt just like he had described: home.

Spotted: B and Y/I making out- I mean making up outside the party of the year. Looks like they’re getting their happy ending. Unfortunately for Beck, every fairytale needs an evil to be defeated, and Mama Barnes looks an awful lot like a satisfied fairy godmother from where I’m standing. Count your blessings, everyone, it’s hard to tell when a fairytale takes a turn into a horror story. Just hope that you either way, you have a hero to come save you. Enjoy life while you can, my pretties.

happily ever after, Gossip Girl

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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could you please write something like tom and actress reader obviously like each other but they haven't taken it further yet bc reader is scared it will mess up their friendship but they're still flirting with each other at comic con panels or interviews for spiderman? 🙏

Flirts.

A/N: I love this, thank you so much for sending it in and thank you for your patience in me getting back to you. I hope you enjoy 💕

Warnings: Suggestive content.

You and Tom had been close for years, ever since you met on the set of Civil War, you had a close bond. He was there for some hard points in his life and vice versa, you kept each other grounded. Most people thought you were together, theories that you'd been together for a long time, engaged even, the two of you would laugh it off.

Of course you were in love with him, you had feelings for him, had for a long time. But you had such a close bond that you just couldn't jeopardize, not for anything. You also didn't wanna make things awkward because you had a few films left to film together.

You had a very flirty relationship and this extended to interviews, Zendaya had asked multiple times why you weren't together.

"Z, I've been over this." You groaned, you were in your trailer having a few drinks together.

"Yeah and I'd understand if it wasn't so obvious that you were into each other." She said with a laugh.

"I don't know," you groaned. "Why are you hassling me, he hasn't said or done anything either." You tried to end the conversation.

"I'm talking to you about it, I don't need to talk to Tom, it's so obvious how he feels, no one needs to ask."

"Z, please can we not?"

"You are so close though."

"Which is why I don't wanna ruin it."

"Y/N, I'm close to Tom but you two are different."

"So Y/N? Celebrity crush?" The interviewer said.

"I would have to say Tom." You said and Tom looked at you with a wide smile.

"I knew it." He fist pumped the air. "You're mine to." He said with a wink.

"Oh sorry, I meant Hardy." You smirked and Tom almost visibly deflated.

"Well that's my dreams shattered." Tom said and everyone laughed. "I feel emotional wounded."

"Aw it's okay, I'll keep in my heart that I'm your crush."

"I changed my mind."

"No take backs Tom."

"I have a question for Y/N." A fan said as they stood up at comic con. "How do you do all those scenes with Tom when he's topless, do you get distracted?"

"Oh massively, all the time. It's a wonder these films ever get finished." You answered as Sebastian laughed.

"In between all the flirting these two do, I agree, it's a wonder we ever finish filming." Anthony chimed in and you laughed. "You should see her face when Tom walks around set, just love eyes all the time." He added.

"That's good to know." Tom laughed as he placed a hand on your knee which sent the fans into a frenzy.

"Like this one can talk," Sebastian said. "He literally looks at her like no one else exists, I am convinced they are dating and it's the best kept secret ever."

"Are you?" The host asked the two of you and everyone watched as you both smiled at each other.

"No." You answered at the same time. "Just really close." Tom added and your heart did a flip, he didn't use the word 'friends' like you expected him to, like he usually did.

"You know, we had to do this scene and Y/N here decided to do her own stunt and somehow knocked herself out," Anthony started and you groaned. "And this one?" He said as he clapped Tom's shoulder. "Wow, you should've seen him, you'd have thought she'd nearly died."

"I was just making sure she was okay." Tom defended himself.

"It's because he's in love with me obviously." You said as you leant your head on Tom's shoulder and he put his head on top of yours.

"Secrets out." He teased, placing a kiss to your head as you laughed and playfully shoved him.

"So who's seen Y/N's recent film?" The interviewer asked and almost all the cast raised their hands. "Because there was a lot of her in that." He added.

"Tom's seen it loads, but he always watches it alone." Anthony teased as you laughed.

"It was a good film!" Tom said in defence.

"Oh yeah? Which bit is your favourite." Anthony asked.

"You know the bit with the-"

"Y/N's sex scene?" Anthony interjected as Tom laughed embarrassed.

"Yeah that bit was pretty good." Tom said through a laugh, both of your hands where now covering your face in embarrassment as you shook your head.

"So are you both aware that people write fanfiction about the two of you?" The interviewer asked and Tom burst into a fit of giggles, you kept a straight face as you looked at the interviewer.

"Yes."

"Oh really? How'd you know?"

"I write it." You said as a laugh escaped your throat.

"Based on real life events." Tom added and you both burst into laughter as his head fell on your shoulder and a hand rested on your thigh, high enough to get your heart racing.

"Have you ever read any?" The interviewer asked, amused look on his face.

"Oh loads." You said sarcastically.

"It's just about the only reading I do aside from reading a script." Tom snorted.

"You and Tom are close?" Graham Norton asked as he pulled up a picture you'd taken and posted to Instagram.

"Yeah, we are." You said with a smile.

"Be honest here, is there anything else going on?"

"No." You shook your head.

"Seriously?"

"Yup. Just really close."

It'd been a long day of promo, everyone was quite tired. You yawned as you sat on the couch in the dressing room, Tom joining you.

"You tired?" He asked as he looked at you.

"Yeah." You yawned as you held back another yawn.

"Come here." He said as he coaxed you to lay your head in his lap, something you'd done a thousand times. What you weren't expecting were Tom's hands massaging your scalp and the way you instantly relaxed into it.

"You should get some sleep." He said as he lent over to look at you and gave you a kiss on the forehead, yet another action you weren't prepared for. You were to tired to fight or question it as you felt yourself succumb to sleep.

"Now, Y/N L/N," Graham started with. "The last time you were on my sofa I felt lied to." He said and you placed your face in your hand, knowing what was coming as you heard him laugh.

"Did you?" You squeaked out as Graham pulled up a picture from the other night.

"Yes, now if we study this picture for a second. Daniel Radcliffe what would you say is going on here?" Graham teased as you fanned a hand over your face to cool your rising temperature.

"I mean it looks like Y/N's kissing Tom Holland but I could be wrong." Daniel shrugged as the audience and the other celebs burst into laughter.

"It does doesn't it. Y/N, you told me you were close and nothing else was going on but can you tell me what was happening here?" He asked as you looked at him, smiling in embarrassment.

"I, we, I don't." You stuttered out.

"Leave the poor girl alone, she looks like she's about to combust." Emily Blunt defended you as you shook your head and took a deep breath.

"I technically didn't lie, not when I was last here. We really were just friends then." You said.

"So you're not now?" Graham clarified.

"Sorry?" You tried to dodge the question.

"Just friends, you're not just friends now?" He said with that signature grin.

"No." You huffed in defeat as everyone erupted into squeals and cheers.

"When did this happen?" He pried and you smiled.

"Around eighteen months ago." You clarified.

"And who made the first move?"

"He did. Well, no, I suppose we both did." You said. "It was after the last movie came out. We had a bit of an argument about something and the next thing I know we were kissing, I'm not really sure who kissed who first." You said and Graham laughed.

"But now you're official?" Graham asked and you nodded.

"I mean they've been in love for years, trust me. I'm happy they decided to give into it." Robert Downey Jr said from next to you as you smiled shyly. He was here promoting a different movie and it had been good too see him again.

"So is the other rumour true?" Graham asked. To say you'd been together for eighteen months you kept things pretty quiet, both being private people. You never denied the rumours but you hadn't properly confirmed them either.

"What rumour?" You asked, knowing exactly which one he was probably talking about.

"You know," he said as he held his cards up to his face, feigning being discreet. "The engagement rumours?" He said as you placed a hand on your face to hide your embarrassed laugh and smile, holding your left hand up for the audience to see and when they did, they erupted yet again into a fit of screams and cheers.

#tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland x actress!reader

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Hello! I am a huge fan of ur writing. I've loved everything I've read of yours. I've read alot of what you've posted, except for a couple of the tags that are squicky for me (so I'm very thankful you tag very thoroughly). No judgement for the squick, it's just not for me. & when I'm having a bad day, I usually just go thru ur ao3 and find something to reread. I think about Therapy's Bruce & Jason every damn day. While I obvs appreciate ur darker more "problematic" content (I really vibe with some of the themes you write about bc of my own trauma, & so it's very cathartic to read about in a fictional setting), I am truly a sucker for ur more happy content. The Happily Ever After verse also lives in my head rent free. Idk more wholesome stuff just seems more special when you write it. Anyways. I would die for you. But the point of this ask is cause I'm curious as to why you don't like Urban Legends? I'm sorry if you already talked about it here or on twitter and I missed it. I was just wondering because I really enjoy your take on things and would love to hear why you dislike it. I've been enjoying it so far personally, but I am always open to DC comics criticism.

Aw thank you so much! I'm so flattered by everything you just said. You're so sweet ❤❤❤❤❤

I haven't talked about Urban Legends here or twitter (I haven't been very active in either place lately. Just a lot going on and no energy 😔) but I'm happy to do it here.

Before I start though, I just want to add a standard disclaimer and make it clear that if you like it, there's nothing wrong with that and you don't have to let me ruin it for you lol. Like what you like.

That said, since you asked...

I said this when I was talking about it on discord, that there is a difference between hope and expectation. I always hope that a new story centered on Jason (or anyone really, but things have been especially egregious for Jay for 15 years) will be good or at least treat the character with a minimal level of respect (to be honest, the bar is super fucking low). But my expectations always temper my hope, to keep it from getting unrealistic. Because my expectations are based on experience.

The long history of Jason Todd, since even before his resurrection, has been one of retroactively trying to make him "a bad seed" in order to absolve Bruce of any responsibility in his death.

I don't even expect DC or their writers to start honoring the fact that Jason was not an angry, reckless Robin (and less of the later than Dick or Tim and definitely Damian). There plenty of ways that retcon can be folded into his history and be compelling and sympathetic. And if they're going to stick with that retcon, I'm only asking that they do it in one of those compelling and sympathetic ways because Jason was 15 when he died, heroically, in one of the most selfless acts in comics, to save a woman who literally handed him over to be brutally murdered. He was 12 when Bruce plucked him off the streets, he'd been homeless and fending for himself for at least two years. I personally think that Jason's story hits harder for him and Bruce if their original, canon relationship, of Jason as starry-eyed and eager to learn and absolutely devoted to Bruce and Bruce to Jason, is preserved. But Jason's origins does leave room for a meaningful interpretation of him as angry and frustrated at the lack of meaningful results of Bruce's methods.

And that's really where my irritation at stories like Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer and Batman The Adventure Continues has it's roots.

Every time one of these stories comes out, I think (or hope, rather) that this will be the one that remembers and respects the origins of the Jason and the Red Hood, that takes into account the changed sensibilities of comics readers in the 30 years since Jason's death and the subtle, 20 year, retroactive campaign to make him the "bad Robin". The "born bad" trope is played out and literally no one likes the message it implies. That some kids are just bad eggs and there's nothing parents or the adults around them can do. Especially when it's played as the kid's fault. If Jason's time as Robin is going to be characterized by anger, then it should be rooted in anger at the social injustices he witnessed as he grew up in an impoverished, crime-ridden, area and the horrors he faced raising himself when every day was a battle for survival. There are topical, meaningful, stories to tell with that backdrop.

But those are never the stories we get.

⚠⚠ Spoilers for Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer ⚠⚠

I'm particularly disappointed in Urban Legends because for the first issue, it looked like that was the kind of story we were going to get. I was put off by the first flashback of Jason being mesmerized by Bruce's guns, and I got that feeling in my gut that it was a bad sign. Jason depicted as impatient and overconfident and the scene with the guns is heavy-handed foreshadowing that got my spidey-sense tingling. I had a inkling then (in the first three pages) of how this story was going to play out, but it was early and I could still see many narrative paths that could lead to a satisfying story. My concerns were soothed somewhat and the little flame of my hope fanned, with the flashback of Alfred scolding Bruce, with Barbara's concern for Jason. A bit of worry returned with the way Jason ruthlessly pursued an addict who didn't appear to be a dealer and with the ending of the issue. The stuff with the addict sat wrong with me but the ending was tempered some by how despicable Tyler's dad was written. The scene was clearly set so that the reader could sympathize with Jason's decision and the scene with the addict could be brushed aside as a side-effect of comics over-the-top need for constant action, so I still held hope.

Issue 2 made me uncomfortable and it's where my hope starts to take a backseat to my expectations. I can dismiss Jason's self-deprecating internal monologue as unreliable narration, except that the flashback reinforces his thought process to explicitly show that it's not unreliable narration, and should be taken at face value. Jason faces physical abuse at the hands of his mother's drug dealer and when the flashback continues later, Jason kills the drug dealer. To be clear, this is a pre-Bruce Jason. His mom is still alive. He's like... 10. He kills this guy for shoving his head into a wall and implying Jason's mother paid for her drugs with sex. This is a scene that serves a single purpose. To show that Jason has always been prone to violence.

In the spirit of full disclosure, there is the small chance the drug dealer might not be dead. But the story obviously wants the reader to think he is, and it hasn't done anything to change that yet.

Starlin already did this story with The Diplomat’s Son in 1988 and he did it infinitely better. AND that’s still technically canon. So now I’m supposed to believe that Jason lost his cool bad enough to kill two douche bags before his sweet 16? Like it’s totally normal for abused kids raised in poverty, who’ve led hard and heartbreaking lives to just... haul off and kill people? That’s bullshit, and when taken with the Jason in the third issue, who is little more than an idiot thug, this story is really doubling down on some fucked up stereotypes.

Which brings us to the most recent issue. I went into this installment with very low expectations. I thought this story was going to be about Jason, through this experience with Tyler, a young boy with a similar background to Jason's, coming to the realization that Bruce's way is the best way and that Bruce did his best by Jason.

That would be annoying (in no small part because it takes increasingly absurd levels of plot armor to keep Bruce's no kill rule relevant, let alone irrefutably right). But I can probably live with that, if only because maybe if Jason officially falls back into line with the Bats crusade, maybe I'll get stories that treat him with respect, stories that don't relegate him to comic relief, dumb brute, or a background body with no lines in a story about the Joker burning Gotham (like Jason would just fucking stand there quietly for that).

And that may still be where the story is going, Jason realizing Bruce is right.

But holy shit do I not have the right words to describe how fucking insulting and gross issue three is.

From start to finish--including the flashback--Jason is written as cruel and fucking stupid. Like straight up dumb.

The entire issue is Bruce explaining the fucking basics to Jason like it's his first day. And Jason flies off the fucking handle and terrorizes a doctor he knows isn't a part of making the Cheerdrops, beats the shit out of some random addicts, and finally, when he can't accomplish anything on his own because he's a dumb brute he calls Barbara for help and rushes in with no information where he's promptly incapacitated and must now wait to be rescued by Batman.

This panel is the least of the issues sins but I can’t screenshot the entire story but it’s representative of the tone for the whole issue (and retroactively tainted the prior two issues).

This is beyond insulting. The only conclusions Jason comes to in this issue are the ones Bruce leads him to by talking to him like he can’t make the simplest connections. And like... in this story Jason can’t make the simplest connections.

This (and the Jason throughout the entirety of this issue) is a far cry from the Jason we fell in love with in Under the Red Hood, who was competent and strategic and intelligent enough to seize control of Gotham’s underworld from Black Mask (who’s no fucking slouch, he’s the first and only person to unify organized crime in Gotham) AND elude and manipulate Bruce until the time and place of his choosing.

This is a far cry from even the Red Hood and the Outlaws Jason who is competent enough to fight the League of Shadows and Ra’s al Ghul (among very dangerous and skilled others) and smart enough to create antidotes for mind control nanotech viruses.

As he should be, by the way. Jason Todd is one of the best, most comprehensively trained fighters in DC’s stable of non powered vigilantes. He’s not irrational or hot headed. He’s pragmatic, tactically minded, and patient. He’s a detective. Right now. Has been since he was 12. Bruce doesn’t have to make him one because he already is.

Jason is not a stupid thug who uses his fists because his brain doesn’t work. And I can’t tell you how so very exhausted I am by this narrative.

This is actually the most egregious example of Jason’s skills and intelligence being not just undermined but dismissed entirely. Even Morrison’s Jason had some degree of competency.

The one, single redeeming factor of this story is the art. It’s beautiful. And Marcus To is a godsend he seems to be one of only a couple of artists who remember that Jason was a child when he was Robin and I’m literally only buying this book because of him.

Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to come out so... um... passionately lol. I’m just very very tired. My intention with this isn’t to ruin it for you, if you like it, that’s fine.

But this issue shot this story to the top of my "Vehemently Despise” list. 1) Batman: Urban Legends (Cheer), 2) Battle for the Cowl/Morrison’s Batman and Robin, 3) Batman The Adventure Continues.

I hope the next issues somehow salvage this dumpster fire. But I’m not expecting it.

(Damnit. That sounded harsh again. To reiterate, I’m not trying to judge anyone who enjoys it, I just personally hate it and you asked me why lol 😅)

#Batman #red hood #batman: urban legends #nice art #shit story #or at least shit characterization #jason todd deserves better #this response got long and I didn't edit it #please forgive any errors #and/or unclear spots #spoilers

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