#I’m not gonna lie I genuinely adore this girl

[myname-isnia]

My friend and I had history club today so my friend’s little sister stayed with the after school program until we were done, and before we started my friend was trying to get her to settle down and eat her lunch which eventually evolved into her just saying her name over and over again so she’d look up from the minecraft video she was watching like:

“Kitty. Kit. Katie. Katyusha. Katya”

And Katya kept ignoring her so eventually my friend got annoyed and pulled out the

“YEKATERINA DMITRIEVNA”

It worked. In fact so well that even I was ready to go eat those soggy noodles despite my name and patronymic being nothing close to Yekaterina Dmitrievna

[beah388love]

So Cheesy…

Full Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!f1 driver

Summary: Lando uses the cheesiest pick up line on you…

Warnings: swearing,bad language!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Lando was streaming with ginge and filly, playing a shooting game whilst you was in yours and landos bedroom watching tv, Lando asked if you wanted to stay in the room with him or stream with him but you didn’t feel up for it and he understood so instead you chilled on your shared bed.

You was confused when you saw your phone light up and even more confused when you saw it was Lando? Why’s he messaging you when he’s literally in the room next to you.

“I miss you” you read from your screen and you rolled your eyes with a smile you couldn’t hold back.

“It’s only been ten minutes.” You typed back

“Still too long.” He messaged back making you smile

“Well I miss you too my adorable boyfriend” you typed with a cheeky grin and hit send.

Lando smiled when he saw your message, “Oi mate! Where are you? He’s shooting me!” Ginge said through lando’s headset catching his attention.

“Oh- sorry! Follow me and we can kill them” lando said back as he grabbed his controller again.

But he still had his phone on his desk so he can see your texts.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Ginge asked laughing and Lando bit his lip trying to hide his smile but failed miserably.

“Who are you texting?” Ginge asked when he saw Lando on his phone smiling, “whoever they are they’re very distracting since you died five minutes ago” ginge joked making filly laugh.

“It’s y/n” Lando smiled as he put his phone down onto his desk again, “you should do that thing where you message her a cheesy pick up line” ginge said

“Oh yeah you should- y/n will be so confused” filly laughed and Lando grinned thinking about it.

“Alright…what pick up line though?” Lando asked as he began searching for some on the internet.

“How about this one? Are you a broom because you’ve swept me off my feet” lando said through his microphone trying to hold in his laughter but failed when he heads ginge and filly dying of laughter.

“Nah! I’ve found one you’ve gotta use!” Ginge said and repeated the pick up line to him to message.

And they all couldn’t help but nearly piss themselves laughing as he typed it to you,

“She’s going to be so confused and probably disgusted-“ filly laughed

“where is she? Usually she’s in the corner of your screen” filly asked and ginge piped up “yeah I’ve missed her today” ginge huffed making Lando chuckle

“She’s literally in our bedroom next to me, so I’m trying to make sure she can’t hear us” Lando laughed quietly.

“I don’t know how you got her mate- she’s literally the funniest girl I’ve ever met I’m not gonna lie not to mention the fact she races with you” ginge said and filly agreed “nah literally tho man- like when I first met her she was well quiet and shy but after like two weeks she became one of my best friends”

Lando smiled at their love for you, but jumped a little when his phone lit up,

-

You stared at your phone when you saw Lando texted you,

“Babe do you have a map?” You was so confused

Why does he want a map?

Why would you have a map?

“No why do you need a map?” You texted back waiting for his reply

“Because I keep getting lost in your eyes” Lando replied and you rolled your eyes at his cheesy pick up line.

-

Lando waited for your reply but it never came “she left me on read you guys” Lando shook his head laughing making ginge and filly scream and die of laughter

“She literally left me on read guys I can see the two ticks” lando said his eyes wrinkling from laughing

“That is literally perfect” filly cried through his mic.

A couple minutes later you poked your head through Lando’s door.

“Baby?” You said making him jump and take his headset off

“What was that about?” You said quietly since you didn’t want people to hear you, since you didn’t know if his cheesy pick up line was a prank or genuine.

“Babe- It was a prank” Lando laughed making you roll your eyes “it was all ginge and filly’s idea! I had nothing to do with that awful pick-up line” Lando chuckled as he put his hands up,

You stood next to him and looked at his camera and saw ginge and filly who were crying of laughter “you guys are dicks.” You said through landos microphone and they both pissed themselves even more

“Sorry! But it was too funny not to!” Ginge said and you rolled your eyes shaking your head with a smile.

You stood up and Lando rested his hand on your waist pulling you close to him only the armchair blocking you “you can stay if you want baby” he said softly “you sure?” You asked and he nodded “of course, they were talking about how much they miss you anyway and I don’t even want to mention the chat! They haven’t stopped talking about you” lando said as he showed you some of the comments.

UserA: Where’s y/nnnnn! We miss her and her jokes!

UserB: OMG- CAN WE TALK ABT THE HAND PLACEMENT?!

UserC: Omg- where did she get that matching pj set cause it’s SO CUTE

UserD: SHES BACK ONG MY FAV COUPLE EVER <3

You smiled at the comments and Lando tapped his thigh gesturing for you to sit on his lap which you did, you straddled him and nuzzled your face into his neck. This was 1000% your favourite place in the entire world.

In his arms, you could only smell him, feel him and your favourite thing was falling asleep to him talking and you giggled when you heard ginge taking the piss out of Lando or filly.

“You guys make me feel so single I’m not even gonna lie” filly joked as he looked at you two, you snuggled on lando’s lap, he arm wrapped around you making small circles on your back under your his hoodie.

“Oi! Y/n- can u hear me?” Ginge said loudly making Lando jump a bit from the noise going directly into his ear but for you it was perfect “yes I can” you laughed at lando holding his headphones away from his ear.

“If you’re ever bored or Lando is being annoying just know I’m free for you always. Always. Hit me up” ginge joked making you giggle and Lando rolled his eyes.

“I’ll keep that noted” you laughed when he winked at you through the screen making Lando shake his head laughing

“Oi! Get your own girlfriend!” Lando argued into his mic making ginge laugh loudly.

You couldn’t hide your grin at their stupidity,

You actually found his stupid,cheesy and cringe pick up line quite cute though…you’d never let him know that though or he wouldn’t stop sending them.

[princessbrunette]

i just love scolding rafe whenever he does something mean to a pouge, just making him sit on the couch and then standing in front of him with a frown on my face and scolding him

౨ৎ🐇 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

deep down, he thought it was adorable when you got like this. all huffy and puffy, sitting him down like you had any real authority and telling him off. you really think he’s gonna take some little ass girls advice, stood there with your arms crossed over that tiny floral sundress, stomping your kitten heels at him? nah. but he’d listen anyway, ‘cos he was a good boyfriend.

“its totally outdated, rafe. you can’t be mean to someone purely based on the fact they’re from a different side of the island! they’re people!” you ramble, stood infront of him with your palms splayed stressfully by your sides.

he sits on the couch at tannyhill infront of you, relaxed into this seat, arms crossed over his chest and legs spread as wide as would be physically comfortable. “i don’t expect you to understand the dynamics—” he begins in a slow and disinterested drawl, his eyes fluttering and jaw tensing in irritation when you interrupt him to continue.

“its classist. rafe, i know the real you. you’re nice deep down. but you’re acting like a bully lately and i don’t like it! i have pogue friends, you know that— and, and i’m not ashamed of it either.” you stick your chin up, pouty and proud like a cartoon baby kitten and he rolls his eyes, licking his lips as he shakes his head. if anyones out of touch, it’s you.

“deep down? i’m nice deep down. alright, okay— so i suppose me putting endless amounts of money on your card and decking you out with whatever shoes it is you want that week is… what? mean? that makes me the bad guy?” he tilts his head, squinting at you and for a second he thinks you might back down. he doesn’t seem genuinely angry like he’s going to explode on you, just tired of the conversation and having to make his point.

“thats… not what im talking about rafe, you know i’m grateful.” you toe at the carpet, huffing out guiltily making him shrug carelessly, wanting to hurry things along.

“okay so… spit it out. c’mon.” he exhales, sinking back into the couch, gesturing for you to go on with it.

“so, from now on— you are not to pick on harmless pogues who did nothing to you. it’s unkind and it makes me upset.” you state your point, folding your arms and standing up straight. a smirk twitches at his lip.

“or, okay— hear me out here, you keep livin’ your girly little carefree life and you let me handle things the way i handle them. yeah?” he raises his eyebrows like he expected you to agree and you deflate, puffing out your bottom lip.

“rafe.” you whinge.

“baby.” he tilts his head mockingly, using the same tone as you.

“can you try? atleast?” you stress, and just wanting the conversation to end he rolls his eyes theatrically, nodding his head with his lips pressed in a thin line.

“alright, whatever. now come here, would you?” he holds his arms out to pull you onto his lap and you decide his wishy-washy promise was good enough, happily skipping over.

“yay.” you smile, victoriously and he huffs out a chuckle.

“always somethin’ with you huh? keep you fucked and fed and you still got shit to say. good thing i’m so patient, right?” he smirks, tickling your waist making you giggle. to call him patient would be an outright lie, but you were too giddy to bring that up.

౨ৎ🐇 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[koifish67]

Overwatch x GN! Reader adopting a kid part 1

Tw mentions of vomit

(Since solider 76 is CANON gay, his section will have have he/him pronouns for you(

(The baby is a girl)

Mako is a good dad, a great dad even.

You’d think he’d get annoyed easily by the crying of the baby, but he simply will just scoop up the small human and cradle them ever so gently.

His nickname for his baby? “puawai iti” (little flower in the Māori language)

He’ll put his baby on his stomach with a hand on them and omg it so adorable.

You catch him staring at you while holding the baby, he’ll lie if you ask if he was smiling. (He 100% was)

When he’s out and about he has his baby in a sling on him, it has lil pachimari all over it. He also dresses her in a cute pachimari onesie!

Is scared to feed her but after you show him he’s a bit more confident. Does the airplane thing 100%.

Scared but happy, he genuinely is scared that he’ll accidentally hurt his baby by doing something stupid. But happy cause he finally gets to have a kid with you.

Makes baby clothes and it looks cute! Probably goes crazy when he sees baby shoes.

Puts all his dangerous explosive stuff on a very high shelf.

Cant change diapers for the life of him, like he will gag and vomit if he has to, so it’s your job now.

Giggles so much if she farts or burps, he takes videos of it and sends it to you with him giggling in the background.

Dresses her in very funny costumes and onesies.

ROADHOG BABYSITTIER!!!

Hanzo

Omg is so so happy he finally gets to have a kid with you. He always wanted a kid, and a kid with YOU, his dream is coming true.

When he finally gets to see his child, he starts crying and hugging you and his new baby girl.

Dresses his baby in cute little dresses! He found a cute dragon onesie and is obsessed with it.

Calls her “my little dragon”

Is a pro at feeding, changing diapers, calming her down, and making her laugh.

He spoils her so much that her room is engulfed with stuffed animals, blankets, and the cutest baby bottles.

The dragons love her, they cuddle her all the time.

Mcree

Is super excited, like omg I’m gonna be a father finally!

Dresses her in a lil cowboy hat sometimes it’s so cute, its brown with little bees on it. Has her own little cow boy boots to.

Feeds her like a pro!

Does that thing where she’ll toss her in the hair and catch her, gently of course.

If he’s out and about he has a baby carrier with horses all over it.

Doesn’t smoke when she’s with him, refuses it and will never do it. He actually stops a lot and rarely does in the future.

Has pictures of her and you in his hat, takes it out to show it off to his teammates.

“Look at my amazing husband/wife/partner and our baby!”

Calls her “my little cowgirl”

Doomfist

Very excited! He’s gonna be a dad! It makes him so happy to have a baby with you.

“I cant be evil today I’m to busy being a dad”

I’m sorry but he’s really bad at matching her outfits, but she’s dressed so it doesn’t really matter.

So gentle to her, he treats her like the most breakable glass in the world.

Lots of plushes, so many omg.

He makes her dance, like he does that thing where he moves her arms and legs to make her dance and it’s adorable.

Her first words are “dada” and he starts fucking sobbing.

Solider 76

OMG HES FINALLY A FUCKING DAD! He crys in your chest when that happens

Loves taking her around everywhere in a stroller, especially at the park when he’s on his daily run.

“Where’s the wife today?”

“My HUSBAND is at home making lunch.”

Mercy babysits for you

Stricks me as the guy who builds everything, like he built her crib, a shelf, her diaper changing paper.

Has 20 books on parenting, and asks Ana a lot of questions to.

Starts crying when she touches his face and giggles, his heart is all warm and fuzzy.

Goes to check ups with mercy with her

Dilf

Starts crying when she says her first words.

[leejenowrld]

a question to all the mfal characters who aren’t yn and jeno

have you ever witnessed them doing something cute and romantic and thought “damn they’re kinda adorable” ??

wait this question is so cute 🥹🥹

warning - BIG SMUT, threesome implication

donghyuck - once i walked into them and i was gonna leave but i can’t lie, i secretly stood the side and just watched, shit was so hot. i was so turned on

yn - [hits donghyuck] what the fuck?

donghyuck - it was so hot. you can’t blame me. it was like i was watching some irl sexy promo. jeno kept slamming his cock in and out of her, like every minute. i got hard cos i just saw the wetness leaving yn’s pussy and slicking up every time jeno pulled out, only for him to slam in again, and all of these juices and milky strings would attach to his juicy juicy cock and then he’d fuck it all into yn again. the sounds of yn’s wet pussy… jesus. he’d do it through their orgasms as well. i left after 5 minutes but i heard it for hours, these dirty cute animals were doing this all night long. i remember thinking “shit, they’re cute, i respect them.” yn kept screaming daddy and jeno kept slapping her ass and boobs, it was genuinely the best sight i’ve ever seen. i dream of it. yn kept begging jeno to cum in her and me and jeno were both a bit confused cus ??? what else has he been doing the entire night

yn - [shocked, jeno holding her back as she’s ready to throw hands and kill donghyuck] you just stood there and watched us?? fucking perv

jeno - [unfazed and turned on] i remember that hyuck, i fucked her so dumb she kept asking me to cum in her although that was what i had been doing for hours. once my girls hit her 4th orgasm of the session, she starts chatting shit

donghyuck - shits so hot

jeno - next time we do that you can join [winks at donghyuck and blows him a kiss, hisses when yn flicks her finger against his forehead with force.]

donghyuck - [facing yn, licking his lips and palming his bulge] u know me and jeno have kissed before, right?

yn - don’t pull this shit with me now, jeno’s kissed half the people on campus, i know. don’t fucking remind me.

jeno - baby, it’s more like 3/4 of campus

yn - that’s it, no sex for three weeks.

jeno - [smirks playfully] i’ll just fuck donghyuck

yn - [copies jeno’s smirk] i’ll just kill you

jaemin - yeah, i won’t ever tell them but they’re pretty cute and melt my heart

jeno - please, you tell me that all the time

jaemin - anyways, when yn and jeno graduated they both got a lot of opportunities to do internships abroad which means they have to be apart for a few weeks. they’re both so smart and care about their future so ofc they won’t pass up on the opportunities. it’s quite sad but equally heart warming when i see them say their goodbyes. they’ll hug each other at the airport for so long and it’s just sweet seeing jeno comfort her because yn gets really emotional but somehow jeno can help control it? i think it’s a superpower, i’ll hear or see yn crying her eyes out and then jeno comes up to her and hugs her and holds her and they share a few kisses, jeno whispers some sweet shit to her, he just is an overall comfort to her and it only takes a few mins for her to go back to normal.

heejin - once jeno brought me and yn tickets to some play we had been geeking out about. at first jeno wasn’t gonna come because he probably just wanted to give me and yn friendship time but yn didn’t really read the room and begged him to come 😭😭 i mean tbf i told him to come to because he’s also a fan of this play. he didn’t listen to me but yn gave him puppy dog eyes and smiled and worked her magic so he just had to say yes lmao. i’m used to third wheeling them lmao but they were pretty cute that night, they didn’t make me feel sick. it’s the little things they do, the eye contact, yn truly looks up at him and she’s the physical description of this emoji ‘🥹’ you can literally see their pupils dilate when they look at each other. you can feel the love in the atmosphere. it makes me believe that love actually is all around.

[slapjacq]

there’s about to be a slew of thoughts coming from me for this very last episode probably over the next few days, but I’m gonna put them out as such.

For starters:

The funniest part about the ending of this episode was the fact that Louis’ response to everyone talking the most insane amount of shit was truly, in the most American response possible: aight bet pull up then pussy you won’t

A true man after my own heart

Like talk your shit Louis good for you man. I can’t lie wasn’t the smartest thing to do but at least he’s standing on business and I gotta respect that

Generally watching him just plow through the coven and let loose was actually incredible. Like yes girl you didn’t need to leave Paris, you needed to wrong all the mfs that wronged you. Sometimes you just need to open up a can of whoopass and by god did he do that. Santiago’s death was deeply satisfying. I’m happy my blue eyed pretty boy got to use the talents his mama gave him to really read a bitch to filth.

Watching him get back to his roots and rock that post divorce glow was everything, and as someone who has moved from a city to a much different place, the feeling of your city’s air is something that resonated with me so much. I saw someone’s post say something about that already, but I digress. His redecorating of his apartment in Dubai, his “bitch try my me I’m a new man” feel is truly incredible look on him, always and forever routing for Louis DPDL

On top of that Jacob’s work with Sam in the reunion scene is EVERYTHING

Speaking of Sam Reid:

“Siri pause” took me out. I think I was laughing on the floor for twenty minutes. 10/10 comedy gold. I adore Lestat in the modern world and can’t wait to see more of it.The scene in the shack moved me to tears. Lestat better be haunted by Claudia. It would almost be out of character for him not to be. Sam does such an incredible job really giving us Lestat’s guilt. The longing between them, the whole idea of actually seeing Lestat for the first time ever was genuinely wonderful.

Also his scenes in flashback to Paris post trial were also, and I mean dripping with Lestatian emotion.

A part that stuck out to me though, as satisfying as it was, even though I love my doe eyed gremlin, it almost sounded like Armand was regressing back into that scared little kid who was terrified of loosing everyone again, WHICH MIGHT BE A REASKN WHY he turned Daniel, but I’ll hop on my soapbox later about that. Anyways I’m not saying I feel total empathy for the fucker, but it was a little bit sad to hear what I would imagine how some of the conversations/negotiations went with Marius. Genuinely kind of sad but BABY GIRL YOU NEEDED THAT ASS WHOOPING. Like this is all of his fault and by god even though I’m loving every minute of watching his ass get handed to him, I do feel bad for him to an extent. New season wish for Armand: get a therapist, try being single for a decade or two. Like I can’t actually believe that this idiot deluded himself into thinking that the rebound/revenge relationship was gonna be eternal. Like bitch be for real. Idk. Hope my little puppy eyed freak gets his shit together.

DANIEL. MY MAN, MY DUDE. His questions, pulling Louis from the slowly whirring current of Armand’s manipulation was so fucking masterful and cheeky, like they really showed us first hand the reason as to why the man’s got two Pulitzer. And then his turning???? Like he really showed that twink how fucking fascinating he was within a month, ruined an 80 year marriage, and most likely fucked and was turned by the same dude he was out for blood for. No one is doing it like Daniel Molloy. I’m putting money down now that he looked through the paramours file off screen, and knew the advantage was his. I don’t think we’re gonna get a lot of information on that until season 3, but I’m putting it down now. Also shoutout Daniel, the new vampire, live your best life big dawg, do the crazy shit you’ve always wanted to do. The man almost had a post coital glow with the amount of swagger he carried compared to when he was a jaded human. Just generally, Eric fucking crushed it this season. This man is gonna have so much fun next season. Like idk what god or entity I have to bargain with to ensure Eric Bogosian actually lives forever because his characterization of Daniel is actually so spectacular.

This goes for everyone too by the way: EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE, knocked it out of the fucking park this season. Genuinely spectacular. I am going to continue to dickride this show so fucking hard in the coming future because all of this effort and all this show-stopping work should not only be seen by just a decently sized community of little freaks but by everyone because every single person on the cast and crew deserve nothing but love and recognition for what they have done with the franchise so far.

Also shout out Sam, we love to see a bad bitch escape with his life.

Can’t wait to see what bullshit he’s got going in 2026

[iguessitsjustme]

Takara's Treasure Ep 1 & 2 Thoughts

 Okay so I just finished Cosmetic Playlover (here is the start of my liveblog if you want to read) and I’m still on the JBL train so it’s time for Takara’s Treasure. I know so little about this show it kind of feels like I’m going in blind but I do know some things. Kind of. Under the cut:

That is my exact question baby boy. What constitutes “a wrong crowd”

NOT THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS WHEN HE APPEARS LKSJDGHKDJFHGKH

Oh he loves plants. I’m obsessed. Love him. 

So because of how I do these liveblogs, you guys do not know how long it takes me to watch each episode. Y’all can just read the next bullet right away but I need to mention how doing these has helped me notice a pattern for myself. It always takes me sooooo long to start getting into shows. I started this episode about an hour ago and I’m not done yet. The episode is 23 minutes long. It takes me so long because I either get distracted or interrupted, but the second I start feeling very attached to the characters, it’s game over and I start flying through the episodes. Especially on a binge. It’s just fascinating to me and I’m kind of glad you guys can’t tell because it is genuinely very frustrating sometimes to want to watch a show and have to fight my brain to keep going because it got distracted (or sometimes it’s because I’m having a flare up and I need to break from the show to deal with it). Anyway, with that said, time to get back on track. I can at least finish episode 1.

Aw the poor baby who lost his bird. I saw this coming but it hurts. I lost my pets a few years ago really tragically (do not ask me about this I will not answer any questions) and it hurts so bad still. I struggle with pets/animals in shows that pass away. It is one of the very, very few things that is actually likely to make me cry. So I get it. Sitting on the mountain and crying all day? Good. Let him process that grief. Let it out baby boy let it out.

What has this man been through? What traumas has he suffered? That is a look of a man who has dealt with some shit. Which means I am going to love him. I am going to absolutely adore him, aren’t I?

Yeah I’d fall in love too. Look at this soft, quiet smile.

Oh sweetie baby he made friends! I’m attached now.

Well since the episodes are short, let’s also do episode 2! Wooo! (send help I feel unwell in multiple ways)

As it turns out..feeling unwell made me fall asleep and it is now the next day. But now I’m about to BINGE. God bless. (pain meds my beloved…yes, I was at cvs at 7 this morning don’t look at me)

I love her AND her pants.

I’m not gonna lie guys, I kind of miss the god awful wigs in Japanese BL. Give me wigs like the ones in Seven Days.

I just spilled cheez-its ALL OVER MY COUCH. It is 9 in the morning. I think I’m actually done with the day now. *eats my last applesauce*

Nooo baby don’t tell him to get rid of the hoops. I like the hoops. Don’t change to studs booo

This baby is so cute asking if he can talk to Takara on campus (It’s Takara and Taishin, right? Also I hope I don’t have their names swapped in my head)

Anyway. He’s so cute. Most people would just start talking to him on campus but he asked if it was okay. Oh my precious baby insecure about How to Friend and it’s just delightful.

What a nice man giving up his seat on the bus. I wish I could do that. I mean I can but it hurts me to stand sometimes. But I love when shows give us tiny little human moments like that. It’s so wholesome and beautiful.

Girl he doesn’t owe you an explanation for not dating you. If he said “no” that’s all the info you are entitled to. Just because he’s single doesn’t mean he’s yours. Gosh that really irks me. I think that’s why I have a problem with the faen fatale trope in a lot of BLs. Because the other person never seems to view our BL boy as an actual person with wants and desires. They project their wants and desires onto them and I don’t know…it’s just annoying to watch. I’m glad it’s not as prevalent as it once was.

Mr. Man on the sidewalk. It is 9:30 in the morning. What could you possibly be screaming about?

Oh I am so smart. Takara is so smart. Took the words right out of my mouth. Literally.

I want all of those umbrellas.

Okay okay I can forgive this show for swapping out the hoops for studs if it’s because Takara likes glassware.

I love this man that Taishin keeps meeting at the bus/bus stop. He’s just so human and kind.

I’ve seen Takara smile twice now and both times the smile has been soft and gentle and aimed at Taishin and I love them both so much.

Whelp. Time for episode 3 methinks

[pollenallergie]

thinking about sapphic!chrissy coming out to eddie

she’s confesses to him that she feels trapped in her relationship with jason (not necessarily trapped by jason, but just trapped by her family’s and her peer’s expectations for their relationship) and…

“i feel…. urg!! i just, eddie, i feel like i’m living every day trapped in this… in this lie! because, it’s- it’s a complete lie! i mean, i don’t even like jason! …” chrissy trails off. she furrows her brow in an unintentionally adorable pout before taking another swig of her beer. truthfully, she doesn’t even like beer, but eddie had offered her one when she first showed up at his trailer and, for some reason, she felt like she needed it tonight.

having taken down another swig of liquid courage, chrissy softly continues, almost whispering her next words, “i mean, i don’t even like guys… i like girls. i like women and b-boobs and… other stuff.” she shyly curls into herself as she downs another swig of beer and then begins anxiously gnawing on her lower lip, its still raw from when she’d gnawed it to the point of bleeding as she drove over here.

what she’s just admitted to eddie… well, it’s huge, especially given that she lives in rural Indiana. sure, it’s the 80s, and she’s heard that in places like New York and Chicago, people are starting to become more accepting of that sort of thing. but, here? in Hawkins? no way. that sort of thing can turn even the most loved, popular local into a shunned social pariah; the kind of person that hears people whispering about them everywhere they go (and not in the good way), the kind of person that the local moms won’t trust around their kids. “perverts”, “sinners,” “satanists,” that’s what all the bible thumpers in this town call people like that; people who aren’t straight.

sure, eddie’s the furthest thing from a bible thumping, god-fearing, closed-minded christian, but can chrissy really expect him to be cool about this sort of thing? fuck. no. she’s made a mistake. she has to go. she has to leave. no, what if he tells someone? she has to-

“i mean, hey, i get it, i like boobs and other stuff too,” eddie shrugs, “boobs are nice.” when that doesn’t elicit the giggle that eddie was hoping for, he turns to face chrissy and ducks down to meet her eyes as he reassures her, “we like what we like. ‘s nothing to be ashamed of.” as if he’s reading chrissy’s mind, hearing her inner monologue spiral and ramble on and on about how that is very much something to be ashamed of in this town, eddie adds, “at least not around me, okay? i’m a freak who willingly spends his Fridays playing a roleplaying table top game with a bunch of dorky teenagers, you’re a cheerleader who likes other cheerleaders, we’re both freaks,” eddie jokes before continuing, “but seriously, i’m not gonna judge you as long as you don’t judge me, yeah?”

“yeah,” chrissy replies softly, her voice still shaky and even, and eyes still brimmed with unshed tears. eddie’s words are a nice balm, and they’re helping her feel better, but the evidence of her previous panic can still be clearly seen.

a nice silence settles over the two, but it’s soon interrupted by chrissy softly speaking up, “i um- i don’t like other cheerleaders,” she clarifies. “i mean, i don’t not like them, i just… i like people who are more like you? um- eccentric wo-”

“freaks,” eddie interrupts, though the word is said without malice; he doesn’t need to be ashamed of who he is or what he likes, not in front of someone as kind and genuine and accepting as chrissy. she accepts him for who he is, even though she hasn’t really learned how to accept herself quite yet.

“yeah,” she chuckles, “honestly, if you didn’t have a dick, and you had boobs, then you’d totally be my type.”

eddie laughs, “gee, thanks, chris, i’m honored.”

[kamiversee]

oh em gee this whole fic has such a grasp on me??? i literally read this in one go and i have never felt more emotions in one sitting. AND HELLO? GOJO? CHOSO? who do i pick fr😝 but trust me its only because of how you write gojo because if this was a real life situation, i’m sending him to a fucking psychologist.

Anywho, I love how beautifully written your writing is to the point where it feels like I’m watching a MOVIE. I never want this fic to end and it’s definitely one of my favorites so far! Now, to talking about gojo and choso😈

I genuinely am so torn between the two. I know Gojo is straight up an obsessive manipulative weirdo who people try so hard to defend even though what he’s doing is so wrong?? and im not even gonna lie, sometimes i want to agree with them bc cmon..its my blue eyed princess :( and can you blame us when the way you write him is so core throbbing?? But regardless, I guess I have some sort of self respect to realize he’s very much CRAZY. But I still really want there to be a happy ending where he’s involved. I just really can’t help feeling like I need to defend gojo and his actions but i wont because yeah he’s terrribleeee😭 part of me still wants gojo=endgame though!

BUTTTTT, that does not mean we have to drag my beautiful husband choso down with us ?? Cmon now you guys, yes the tattoo was a little off and the apartment thing was a lill sus but choso still offered to get the tattoo removed AND there could be a reasonable explanation as to how he got back inside mc’s apartment. You gojo girlies just want to defend gojo so bad that you think flaming on my silly little guy choso will help with proving your delusions🙄.

AND WOOOW THIS RECENT CHAPTER?? Gojo almost made me feel bad for him..until he thought about blackmailing us again?? Like sir. And then that little moment with lord core throbber sukuna?? That was so very wholesome. Talking about wholesome, choso is just such a sweet boy isnt he?☹️ I am a choso defender for life, especially after how he talks to the reader. Also, I don’t really know what to make of Yuki and Choso..like i get what reader must be feeling but wasn’t she just kissing gojo like a second ago? But i can see where she’s coming from especially after having to put her feelings for gojo aside just so she can finally be with Choso and then she finds out that he’s hanging around with a girl he used to fuck around with? It’s all very very interesting indeed. AND KAMI. THE CLIFFHANGER?😓 I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IM GOING INSANEEE.

Anyways, enough of my rant❤️ and can i claim “🐼” anon?

-🐼

Oh how I eat these long messages UPPPPP😩

1. TYSM IM GLAD U ENJOYED !!

2. I love that this felt like a movie for you, I personally ADORE movies & entertainment so it rlly strikes my heart nicely that I was able to give you tht feel through my silly lil fic <3

3. Gojo girlies are insane, there’s absolutely no saving or getting through to them.

And 4. The parallels babes, the parallels. Just as Gojo is to the reader, the reader is to Choso (to some extent)

& OFC U CAN CLAIM THT ANON ITS SO CUTE >.<

[thirstnotes]

| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Three - Dream Clark |

Pairings: Clark Kent x AfabBlackPlusSizedReader

Warnings: Smut (yes, I know, FINALLY), minors DNI, thirst, morally gray Clark, jealousy, dream sex, overstimulation, angst, breaking your own heart, sex toys, language, typos, hint at reader being plus size

As usual, say it with me now: If you don't like it, don't read it

“Why are you fuckin with me like this?” Clark all but groaned, the game now a distant memory in his mind.

“Like what?” you asked, genuinely just realizing your attempt at catching his attention was working. Ironically, long after you'd given up.

“Don’t play with me, mortal,” he softly snarled, dark eyes floating over the light yellow fabric of your night gown, the light of the television highlighting your thick silhouette under it. A small pair of lacy panties lay beneath it, daring him to rip them off. It wouldn’t take much. “I’m tryin to be a gentleman.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be.”

“Careful,” he warned again with a gravelly laugh, the silhouette of his own thickness settling atop his thigh, betraying his words. He was already horny, that was without saying. But whether or not he was about to bend you over and fuck you blind on your own sofa was what he was trying to determine. Or rather avoid. But fuck it. “C’mere.”

You hesitantly obeyed, approaching him and standing in front of him, truly not knowing how to give yourself to him. He pulled you forward by your hips to straddle him, which you seamlessly did, the soft buttery scent of your sugar cookie body wash tickling his senses. You were really going for it. Your heart was beating out of your chest, but you were holding your ground and going for it. He respected that. The annoying clamoring of the news program behind you distracted him for the last time, switched off with a simple flick of his thumb. Then it was quiet.

He let you squirm under his leering stare for a bit, watching you try to think of something to do or say in that moment. Much like a virgin trying to make use of herself during her first time. It was adorably sweet, something he’d have to make a mental note of later. Despite your put-together, tough, abrasive attitude, you were, at your core, awkward and nerdy. To see you thrown off was a rare treat. It made him impishly impatient. His grip on your ass tightened a bit.

“What? You thought I was gonna do all the talking? What do you want me to do? Use your words.”

You rolled your eyes at him, sitting back. “I mean. I dunno-“

“Yeah, you do. You're bossy as hell.”

“Shut up, you know I’m new to all this,” you laughed, unable to meet his eyes.

“I can’t lie. Shy is a cute look on you,” he snickered, guiding you to look at him, “Tell you what. I bet I can read your mind. You want me to take these off.” His broad hands slid under your panties, cupping the soft flesh of your ass once again.

“Mmhm.”

He breathed a laugh against your chest, dipping his head to peck it. The corruptor in him was incredibly pleased. You were adorably intimidated by him. As though you'd never known him before. He was the same alien you knew and loved. Your Clark. Your Superman. But you were shaking. Actually shaking on top of him. Nervous out of your mind. He shouldn't have been as delighted as he was and yet... Fuck. You felt small snaps at your sides and realized he'd just ripped the thin seams of your panties and was disposing of the wet scrap of fabric. Leaving nothing to stop you from making a generous mess on his slacks. His work slacks. His favorite work slacks. You were getting them dirty. Wet. Covered in your arousal for him. You bit your lip. Something in you loved it. It seemed to set him off, his hands lifting you with supernatural ease, as though you were a feather on his thighs. "Messy girl," he breathed, laying you down to watch him rid himself of his glasses and unbutton his shirt. More like rip open; more than one button flew off in the process. "Look what you're doing. Do you see the mess you've made?"

Your eyes floated to the generous outline in his slacks, much thicker and larger than you thought, making his slacks painfully tight and in the way. You felt your fingers twitch to reach to palm it, and before you realized that's exactly what you were attempting, his large hands stilled you.

"I don't think so. That's a reward," he smirked cryptically, fingers ripping open the short, thin fabric of your already ruined nightgown, exposing your bottom half to him entirely. His eyes glazed at the beautiful sight of you, swollen and ready. Undoubtedly wet and warm and tantalizingly tight. "Yeah."

He hovered above your mound as though entranced, tongue running over his lips. "Since you ruined my slacks, it's only fair."

Your eyes watched him quietly, curious as to what he meant by "fair". It almost seemed as though he were trying to justify what he was about to do to you aloud. Not particularly to you. Just aloud.

Truthfully, you didn't care as much as you were dying with anticipation of his descent, and in the back of your mind your reporter's senses were telling you that was exactly his intent. His mouth was suddenly on you and you arched as he mercilessly swirled and sucked, making out with the sensitive skin of your clit until your throat was dry from needy gasps. You swallowed and exhaled a new string of groans, each one hungrier and more wanton than the last. He was rock solid in place as he fucked you with his mouth; no amount of clawing and grasping in his hair bothered him. It truly was superhuman.

It was merciless. It was...so fuckin good.

BUZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

You stirred awake at the sound of your ringing, vibrating phone falling off your nightstand. You squeezed your thighs together, falling short of the delicious, sleepy orgasm that was now eluding you. Fuckin dammit. This was your day off. Whoever the fuck it was deserved the worst side of you this morning. At least after you got up to find your fuckin phone. The ringing eventually stopped and you groaned, your mind on the fresh bit of business you'd just subconsciously made up.

This wasn't the first time you dreamed about fucking Clark.

Especially in the past couple of days

In fact, it was a secret bit of you time that you looked forward to after spending time being his boo

The man haunted your dreams, your thoughts, your whole being. It was troubling

You could tell yourself seven ways to Sunday that you were still annoyed by him, and truthfully you were

But it was because you were falling hopelessly and helplessly in love with him and...

Well...

He didn't love you back

It stung

You didn't quite break out the Sade box set yet

But you were in the Toni Braxton - Unbreak My Heart/Mariah Carrey - My All 90s Heartbreak phase

Yes, gurl. It was that deep.

You fumbled in your side drawer--that you sensibly named your Sex Drawer--past all the condoms and assorted bottles of lube for your favorite sex toy. The only one that could bring you back to the wonderful fantasy of Clark's mouth on your still needy clit.

"Yeah...It's only fair..." his words still echoed in your head as you lined the hole to the head of your clit.

'Yeah. It is', you thought greedily, holding the button, still holding to the illusion, 'Torture me, Superman. I deserve it.'

It always startled you when your toy sprang on. You were never ready for it. You couldn't help but liken the anticipation to Clark's hypnotic fixation to always keep you guessing and waiting before he plunge. His amazing ability to make you cry out just as you did then, breath caught in your throat, sweat gathering on your thighs as you greedily chased your release.

Dream Clark made you forget yourself. Dream Clark made you selfish and greedy. Needy. He kissed you places many men didn't have the privilege to. He smoothed his hands along your curves as though he molded you himself. For his use only. He shamelessly used you and loved you and had to have you just to make it through the day.

Dream Clark needed you.

You came quickly and tormented yourself a bit more, dragging the sucker along the sides of your clit, the yummy feeling of your orgasm prolonged and pulling you into a state of ecstasy that brought tears to the corners of your eyes.

Dream Clark would lick those tears away. Coax you to give him just one more. Just for him. Wet his dick just a little longer. His dick, his fingers, his tongue...whatever he felt like fuckin you with that day. Just. Come for him.

You practically sobbed out another orgasm, gasping his name into the physical world as your body jerked from being spent. It startled you a bit. You were whispering his name now. Out loud. It was cemented. In place of Luke, you were saying his name out loud now.

Honestly, Luke who?

As you showered and got ready for the day, you had to wonder: If Clark was Superman, that meant he had super hearing, right? If you masturbated and said his name aloud and he was flying by, would that mean he would hear you?

Much like the if two trains left station A vs B scenario

It was ridiculous, but your shower thoughts made you incredibly curious and maybe even a little paranoid

Superman was really popular

Did he hear that kinda thing all the time?

Hmmm

You tuned out the morning show playing in the background as you mulled on the thought and made yourself some breakfast that morning. Clark had been the one that called, but he didn't leave a message. You were certain he'd call again if it was an emergency, but he never did.

A bit of grease flew from the pan and hit the back of your hand, making you wince a bit. It had occurred to you that you never asked Clark if he could even cook. True, it was a cooking class, but if he thought he was gonna fumble through it and pass most of the time trying to woo Lois, he had another thing coming. You loved your progress and he wasn't about to ruin that.

You looked out the window and imagined what it'd be like to hear a knock and see him out there, floating in place, flannel flapping in the breeze, box of donuts in hand. Damn. You really wanted some donuts now.

Your phone lit up out of the corner of your eyes and you took a few seconds from breakfast to unlock and scroll through it.

4 unread messages

When the hell did that happen? All from Clark.

"dsjndfsfwji" Whatever the fuck that button mashed shit meant. It was sent late, while you were asleep.

"Sorry. Drunk dial" and "Make it up to you later" were both sent together, also at later times. Drunk and Clark didn't seem synonymous, but you made a mental note to taunt him about it later.

"Look out your window" Sent just now.

You froze, your heart doing a flip. After hazarding a look at your window, you didn't see him floating there, but you crept to the sill and saw him standing below. Business casual. Rolled sleeves. Box of donuts in hand.

(Part 4)

(Part 2)

[your-divine-ribs]

I’m With the Band Part 14

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I’m With the Band Masterlist Main Masterlist

Of course I'd never considered that my cousin's best friend's band would be mixing with other musicians, but it was obvious really. All of a sudden my head is full of celebrity parties, exclusive VIP areas at festivals and star-studded awards ceremonies. And now, none other than Sam Fender himself is actually standing there in front of me, larger than life and looking drop-dead gorgeous.

I stealthily tousle my hair and adjust my dress to show off a bit more skin whilst Johnny's greeting Sam, ready to dazzle when he finally looks at me.

"What ya been up to then?" Johnny wants to know as he jumps up out of his seat and exchanges an affectionate sort of half-hug half-handshake with Sam.

"It's been proper mental!" Sam exclaims. "Since the album's been out it's been non-stop! The tour starts up next week and we've been grafting so hard..."

Sam's words trail off as I rise up on to my feet and he glances across and spots me. I'm sure I'm not imagining his slightly wide-eyed reaction as his eyes flick quickly down my body and back up to meet mine.

"Yer gonna introduce me then Bonds?"

Johnny keeps his eyes on me as he tells Sam my name and the fact that I'm Larry's cousin and that I'll be joining Catfish on tour. I just smile sweetly between them both. I'd like nothing more than to turn on the full charm offensive with Sam, but of course I can't do that in front of Johnny who's now looking at me with a small amused smile on his lips. He's probably recalling the fact that I was just telling him that I fancied Sam literally five minutes before he showed up. I wonder whether Johnny is or isn't the jealous type, but his next action tells me all I need to know.

"Sam mate, bet your ears were burning like," he says, then he looks at me. "Arabella was just talking about you, weren't you love?"

His smile grows as he takes in my slightly flustered appearance whilst my mind scrabbles for a response. I don't normally get shy but I'm a little star struck, plus the fact that real-life Sam is about a hundred times better looking in the flesh than his pictures online. His striking blue eyes peer out at me from under his scruffy fringe, a wide toothy grin on his face as he cocks his head at me.

"Oh aye, is that right Arabella? I hope it was all good."

I can actually feel my cheeks warming now whilst I try to maintain Sam's gaze. "Errr... yeah... of course it was. I was just telling Johnny how much I love your new album. It's amazing! I love your voice!"

Oh great, now I'm gushing like some silly fan-girl rather than the mysterious and irresistible femme fatale type that I was hoping to portray. Sam doesn't seem to mind though. His smile just gets bigger at my praise, adorable little dimples popping on his cheeks.

"Thank you very much... so you got a favourite track then?"

Shit...

I internally start to panic. I mean it's no lie. I do genuinely love the album... it's just that I've probably spent more time staring at the image of Sam on the album cover rather than studying the track listing. I mean, how could I not? Those cheekbones...

"Weren't you just saying how much you loved The Borders, Arabella?" Johnny comes to my rescue, and I feel my whole body relax as I nod eagerly, shooting Johnny a grateful little smile before I'm turning back to Sam who starts enthusiastically babbling on about Springsteen-esque guitar riffs and lively saxophone solos.

God, this smooth seduction is not going as planned. I'm trying to listen to Sam, I really am, but I can just see Johnny's knowing smirk in the background as he takes in my embarrassment. After a while though he joins in with the conversation, which eventually turns to guitars and then the boys are excitedly discussing their pedal set-ups and new purchases and all of a sudden it's like I've faded into the background.

I feel a little sulky as I look around, searching for someone else to talk to. At parties I'm used to being the centre of attention with boys clamouring to speak to me, I'm not used to competing with talk of musical instruments for god's sake.

Now where's Van gone? I'm sure that he'll be only too happy to give me some undivided attention. As for Sam... I'll be seeking him out later on when I've knocked back a few more vodka tonics to dull my shyness. I certainly don't want to pass up on that opportunity.

"Bells, there ya are!" I hear Larry's voice as I step out from behind the screen of foliage. "Where ya been hiding? The record label have shown up with loads of people."

He's got that kind of excitement on his face that transports me back through the years to when we were all fresh-faced kids and the world was one big adventure just waiting to be discovered. He looks over across the terrace and I follow his gaze to see Van chatting animatedly with a group of well-dressed executive types and the proud look on Larry's face raises a sentimentality that I’m not used to feeling. Spending too much time with these boys is definitely making me soft.

"You're dead proud of Van and the lads aren't you?" I say, stepping over and linking my arm through my cousin's.

I can practically feel the glow radiating from Larry as he looks over at his best mate. "Yeah... yeah of course I am! He always said he'd do it, and he's bloody gone and done it hasn't he? Apparently the record deal's going through any day now. We're going to be bringing out an album! Can you believe it?"

A smile finds its way on to my lips at Larry's use of 'we're' like he's actually a band member. I'd normally take the opportunity to jump in and taunt him about this, but for once I don't want to. He might not have Johnny's musical genius, Benji's cool talent, Bob's unwavering rhythm or even Van's creative song-writing skills, but in his own way he's just as much a part of the band as any of the others.

"That's amazing news, I'm dead happy for you. And I reckon you all deserve it."

Larry turns his head to me with an incredulous look but there's a smile underneath. "You feeling alright Bells? I can't remember the last time you said something nice to me."

"Yeah well, all this is great and I'm just glad I'm here to share it with you," I say. "I'm not gonna lie, I wasn't best pleased when my mum and dad said they were sending me to stay with you, but we're not kids anymore, are we? Times have changed."

"They certainly have," Larry agrees, letting out a contented sigh. "Life's pretty much perfect right now. I get to spend all this time with me mates, travelling round, having the time of me life. And when the record's out, things are going to get even better. Catfish are gonna be massive, just you wait and see."

He starts to walk over to a table that's been set up as a make-shift bar with champagne flutes and bottles of expensive looking bubbly nestling in ice buckets. Now this is better than the barely chilled flat lager in plastic cups I was sipping at the gig earlier. The lads might not be impressed with these little luxury pleasures but I'll be taking full advantage, that's for sure. I grab for a bottle, appraising the brand that I'm all too familiar with, filling up a flute until it's practically bubbling over when I hear a shout go up.

"Larry, go and grab me guitar would ya? The acoustic one!"

It's Van, holding up a hand to get his friend's attention. Larry nods an agreement before turning to me wearing a huge smile. "Ah great, Van said he'd probably play his new song tonight. You'll definitely want to hear this one. You know... it's the one he's been working on... the one I was telling you about."

I'm confused for a moment, wondering why on earth Larry's emphasising his words, eyebrows raised like he's tipping me off about something that should be plainly obvious, but then it hits me. Mine and Larry's conversation back at the venue. His revelation about Van liking me. The song he's been writing... about me.

A warm fizz of excitement starts bubbling up inside me and it's not the champagne. My eyes meet Van's across the terrace as Larry turns to make his way back into the room and his whole face lights up with a genuine smile. He looks the picture of happiness at the prospect of performing, but it's not just that. There's something else there that makes my heart start racing. He holds my gaze for a while before I look away, sipping on my champagne, trying to act casual.

[invisiblegarters]

Kabe Koji Ending Thoughts

I wanted to give this one some time to marinate, and myself time to watch it again, because I have to confess the first time I was a little disappointed. 

Yeah. I left episode 7 crying, aching inside for both Nekoyashiki and Issei and wondering how they would resolve Nekoyashiki’s glaring self-esteem problems, his self-loathing and his desperate need for acceptance and belonging, and thinking that twenty some minutes could never do the thing justice. 

And in a way I was right. Nekoyashiki apparently only had to hear that he should draw what he loves to finally get it together, and voila! Everything slots into place. 

At least that’s what I figured at first. 

But then I really thought about it. Hasn’t he been hearing that from everyone, over and over and over, almost every episode? Yamada, Framboise, Issei...all of them have been saying it to him in one way or another the entire time. So no, after some marinating I don’t think that it was just Yamada saying it right then that did it. It was Nekoyashiki finally being in the right place to really hear it. it wasn’t a case of one and done - it was more a slow realization, the words sinking in and biding their time until Nekoyashiki was finally at a place where he was able to listen to them. 

The time skip of a few months was another sneaky way to get past showing the inevitable work that he’d have to put in to truly resolving his issues, but honestly it’s a 24 minute show and I think we all deserve some damn cute after last ep so time skip away, I say. 

There was a lot I loved about this ep. Framboise being his fabulous self, seeing the look of satisfaction on Nekoyashiki’s face and knowing that he’d done something he was proud of. The manga being about Issei and him, and how doing that was what finally made him calm and okay with whatever. It was lovely seeing him finally settled in his own skin. Tsubasa showing up to get the manga and bring it back to Issei (that mask did not one thing to really hide who he was - I know Yamada clocked him because my girl is smart). Issei crying as he reads it (and oh, that shot of Nekoyashiki holding the please recognize me sign and looking all shy, I liked that). Issei walking right back out of the closet that his well-meaning reporter friend put him back in after he was dragged out by the other one’s scoop. I really loved that. I loved him putting his money where his mouth is, so to speak, and choosing love - both in his personal and professional life. I loved the rest of Shiny Smile encouraging him. 

I liked that it was Tsubasa who did the thing, too, because Issei helped him out when he was at his lowest. He can pretend he doesn’t care all he wants but that’s such a lie, and this proved it. 

I also liked that the reporter did his own part to try to help. I love that Issei won two of the grumpiest people he knows over just by being kind and sunny and genuine with them. 

I am sad that Framboise didn’t fulfill his dream of getting Nekoyashiki to the get together, but there is always next Comic King. He got a yes once, I fully believe that the man will be more tenacious than ever and get a second one, even if Nekoyashiki makes a bit of a fuss (he wouldn’t be him if he didn’t make a bit of a fuss anyway. That’s why we love him).

The scene between Issei and Nekoyashiki was very sweet and I loved it, aside from the spinny cam. Can we just not do the spinning please? My poor head can’t take it. I’m not even disappointed with no kiss, the handhold was adorable and Nekoyashiki’s whispered “I like you, too” felt almost like getting one after all. And I liked the implication that they’re living together in the end (and aw, the Issei stalker wall is back up. I swear Nekoyashiki found the one man in the world who isn’t fazed by that. What a keeper).

All in all I thought this was a gem of a show, and actually moved me more than some more “serious” dramas have in the past. 9/10, would recommend. I’m gonna miss this Monday treat.

[dastardlydandelion]

i’ve honestly always wholeheartedly adored kirby tbh. i’ll never forget seeing scream 4 at a formative age and wanting to be just half as cool as her so bad lmaoo. i don’t know if this is really related at all but i think at least in 4, she was a little more flawed as a person than some people really pick up on. and i think those flaws genuinely make her a more interesting character. she’s a little rude, blunt, callous, whatever. doesn’t outwardly care too much about her friend getting brutally murdered right in front of her. still goes to stab-a-thon, has a good time, flirts with charlie, hosts an after party, brags about her movie knowledge. which good for her with the last one ❤️ but she does come off a little self involved. she’s also a teenager so. fair enough. but she obviously has a lot of good moments as well. she seems to care deeply for jill and shows a lot of courage, heart, and vulnerability in that final scene trying to save charlie’s life. she wasn’t perfect and that’s what makes her pretty compelling to me. i think mindy shares a lot of these qualities as well but she didn’t really get a heart and vulnerability moment like kirby did with the trying to save charlie debacle. i feel like she’ll be getting one in 6 though, not gonna lie. idk but i do love them both and i’m excited to see them again <3

agreed in full, buddy, agreed in full!!

and to be fair, as self-involved and blunt as she comes across, uh, even kirby's more callous lines don't compare to robbie tbh. iirc like, olivia's body is barely cold and he refers to her as "the girl who'll now never date me," or if not that exactly, something to the effect of it (now i have to re-watch scre4m yet again). like. fuck man.

also when kirby tried to save charlie (as far as she knew) and started shakily rattling off whatever remake come to mind, hayden panettiere's performance was so raw and compelling that on the first watch i didn't even realize it's supposed to be the film taking a crack at how derivative and lazy so many remakes are!! the commentary totally flew over my head bc i was so wrapped up in her urgency and desperation.

although my favorite kirby moment will always be when she yells at trevor after her interrupts her and charlie. her face is a whole mood, i swear if this movie had come out a handful of years later than it did kirby prolly would've become a reaction gif. 😂

and mindy! yes, ofc i adore mindy. and she is similarly kind of harsh. like when she refuses to go with richie to the basement and he goes alone and like, as soon as the door shuts behind him she's all, "well he's dead," and shoves her hand in a bag of chips. LMAO. to be fair tho, to be fair richie is irritating af and that prolly would've been my reaction too. anonymoose friend, i am sorry if u like richie but he just aggravates me, personally, he was getting on my nerves the whole movie.

i do feel we'll be getting more vulnerability from mindy come scream vi tho, more development for her character in general. jasmin savoy brown has the range!!! and already the super bowl ad heavily suggests her girlfriend is going to get killed.

i keep re-watching it (and all the other ads, ngl) trying to work out the mechanics of that scene.

it looks like anika is already wounded? she's covered in blood. yes, it could be someone else's blood but i'm thinking it's hers bc in the one shot it looks like mindy is helping her on the floor? it's blink-and-miss-it, but it's there, for the life of me tho, which trailer or tv spot was it in?? i don't remember, they're all blurring together. but also it seems that mindy gets on the ladder before anika does, that she's left her in the bloody bedroom (quinn's bedroom?) and that makes me wonder if the plan is for mindy to go first bc anika could potentially successfully play dead if ghostface enters the room, given that she's already injured. if that is the plan it clearly doesn't work, but. still.

anyway, yes, i love kirby and mindy and i'm very excited to see them both again and hopefully we'll get some good interactions between them too!!

[princessbrunette]

golf was never really your jam. but for kook!pope, you’d give it a whirl.

plus, in his words ‘it’s like — really good for business. they eat that kind of thing up.’ so perhaps you could learn a thing or two from your ‘nearly’ boyfriend. he seemed to be teaching you a lot these days.

you watch as he lines his club up with the ball before smacking it into the distance. it was impressive to you, because it went far — but pope still tsks and shakes his head with a sigh, always the perfectionist.

“okay that was not my best work.” he sarks before turning to you, nodding to the more fitting pink club in your hands, the one he purchased to tempt you to come golfing with him in the first place. “you’re up, honey.” you can’t argue when he calls you that.

you can however, complain. “oh gosh, it’s too hot for this, gonna be a disaster.” you groan under your breath as you step up to your stance, dropping the small white ball by your feet. pope smirks, the cardigan that was tied around his shoulders bunching a little as he leans against his club.

“thought you said you’d played before?” he challenges and you clear your throat, caught in a little throwaway lie.

“uh, i have. just— i don’t play well in the heat. infact i prefer the rain.” you shrug, still obviously covering your tracks and he nods slowly, huffing out a laugh.

“dually noted. i’ll make sure to bring you along in the pouring rain next time.” he states, holding back his laugh as he watches your eyes widen.

you quickly focus up, realigning yourself before swinging. swinging and… totally missing the ball all together. the ball that was right at your feet.

“oops… it— moved.” you excuse and he barks out a humble laugh.

“okay, okay. come here.” he croons in his pretty voice and you feel your feet stumbling over to where he commands you. turning you to face the way you were before, pope slots himself right up against your back— placing his hands over yours on the club. “theres actually a technique to it. you see the way i’m grasping it? you gotta swing like — this — and follow through. you see that? follow through.” he demonstrates, repeating the action with you as he guides you through it — but all you can really think about is how damn wealthy he smells and how his crotch is all warm against your ass through the little golf dress you’d worn to impress him. “got that?” he cranes around slightly and you blink at him.

“one more time please?” comes a small voice, a squeak even and now he really knows you’re distracted. he scoffs out a genuine chuckle, nodding.

“alright, but listen up.” he warns lightheartedly, before tapping your ankle with his white lace up golf shoe. “and open your legs a little more.”

now that, you can do easily. especially for him. you eagerly widen your stance and he pauses for a moment to smile.

“well that was adorable.” he comments, and before you can get flustered he continues with the demonstration, practically grinding up behind you. such a tease.

once pulling away, he gets you to do it by yourself. following his teachings, this time you actually hit the ball— and you cheer.

“yay!”

“good girl.” he laughs, clapping once before sliding an arm around your waist, looking down at you with a knowing look. “i’ll make a tiger woods out of you.”

“as in i get to have a load of sex scandals?” you peer up at him, feeling too flustered to flirt — so coming out with something super dorky instead. he chuckles, because that’s what he likes about you.

“oh yeah, plenty of those to come.”

[bria-doublen-a]

Book Review: Love & Other Words

Non Spoiler Section

This book was such a breeze! It only took me two days to finish this and if I didn’t have to work, I probably could’ve done it all in one sitting. With almost zero drama, this was such an easy read and the perfect palette cleanser for anyone who needs one. So, if you’re into a lot of angst and character turmoil, you won’t find that here.

This is a second chance romance centered around Macy and Elliot, who grew up together and learned how to love in every sense of the word. We jump back and forth from past to present in alternating chapters, but the way the story is told is seamless. This is going to make you laugh and cry, but mostly just laugh. Still, I’d have those tissues ready.

Prepare to fall in love with fictional characters, virtually losing hope in all real life human beings.

Spoiler Section

Okay. The first thing I want to address here is Sean. Can we talk about him for a second? Let me tell you how annoyed I was when Macy introduced us to Sean, who for all intents and purposes is a generally decent guy, and then we immediately run into Elliot. I was like, great. Another boring love triangle with two jealous, foaming-at-the-mouth dudes fighting over the trophy, aka the pretty girl. But I was genuinely surprised and relieved when Macy pretty much right away brought Elliot up in conversation with Sean and he just listened.

Sean was so understanding and not at all dismissive or rude about it. He gave Macy the freedom to actively search for closure and it just made him so likeable. Maybe Sean and Macy don’t belong together, but there definitely needs to be more Seans out there in the world.

And when Macy finally decided to end things, he was so gracious about the whole thing! I realize that real life breakups, the ones where people actually bear more than a general fondness of the other, can be messier and more painful. But to me, it just shows how people are capable of being mature and actively listening to their partner and how they’re feeling. Like I said, Macy and Sean are far from what I expect from a power couple, but I got MAD respect for my boy Sean. Thank you for not being the brutish dick I expected you to be.

Okay, moving on. Watching Macy and Elliot grow up in Healdsburg was the absolute cutest. I love their exchanges of favorite words, I love how uncool they are together and love how experimental they were with each other. That first kiss between them in the kitchen where Elliot stuck his finger in her mouth and she said he tasted like jelly?? I was so warm and fuzzy and yet cracking up at the same time!

The sexual tension between them was honestly so romantic and cute, and honestly just genuinely refreshing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a good spicy book or whatever, but I also think that sex doesn’t always have to be hot and heavy. It can be light and feathery and just plain cute. Which is exactly how I’d summarize Macy’s and Elliot’s relationship.

That being said, knowing everything we know about Elliot; he’s honest, dorky (and a little derpy too) and incredibly responsible...got wasted on New Year’s Eve and had sex with Emma??? AFTER drunk calling Macy and proposing over the phone?!?!?! Not gonna lie, that phone call was so adorable and I totally get Macy’s hesitation with her Dad watching her. But what the hell, Elliot???

I know he explained. And to be honest, that’s the only explanation I’d take to actually believe that he’s capable of doing something like that. But it’s still cheating. And thinking of that line he had at his brother’s wedding where he asked Macy why she left him...like bruh. Isn’t obvious? You had sex with another girl. That’s a valid reason, my dude. Maybe the 11 year cold shoulder was a little extra, but there are plenty of couples who break up after infidelity and I don’t blame them.

But one thing I will say about Elliot, is I love how he’s kind of grown out of Macy’s habit of shutting down. We know that she is and will always be his only love. But he won’t stand for her keeping him at arm’s length. Whenever he wants to dive below surface level, Macy short circuits. But when they’re in the gardens and he’s waiting for Macy to give her side of the story and she just won’t. He just walks away, and honestly, good for him. Not that I have any problems with Macy, but I love that Elliot is willing to never love again, because we know it’s either Macy or no one for him at this point. And if she can’t communicate openly the same way that he does with her, then what kind of relationship could they even have?

And then we have Macy’s breakdown and oh. my. god. I was sobbing, but I knew this was a turning point for her. She finally stepped foot in the vacation home, which she’d avoided like the plague until now. She faced those horrible skeletons hiding in her closet. Because, let’s be real. When Mom was diagnosed, she had time to prepare her daughter. She gave her letters for her to reference as she grew up and those letters became a momento for Macy. Something she could look back on and remember that her mom always loved her. But Duncan never had that luxury. He was taken. Unexpectedly.

Having lost a parent myself, I know what it’s like to have unfinished business. To truly believe you’re at fault for something you’ll never get an opportunity to fix. And suddenly, Macy’s Berlin Wall made absolute sense. It’s there to protect her from harm. But something I’m learning in my grief, is that when you try to protect yourself from pain, you shield yourself from all the other great feelings too. And who better to teach this lesson than Elliot Petropoulos?

Elliot swoops in, carries our girl and we finally get the full story. It’s ugly. It’s painful. It’s jagged and raw. But it’s laid bare and now they can navigate past it.

We knew from the beginning that Macy and Elliot were going to have a happy ending. But I can’t think of a couple more deserving. What a wonderfully joyous and emotional ride. I’ll carry these moments with me for a while, I think.

So, now I’ve got a really important question for you all. What’s your favorite word?

[rainylana]

“You are such a good girl.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you excitingly show eddie your a+ that you got on a test, and well, things escalate.

warnings: shit i’m not gonna lie this is dirty💀 smut, language, praising, teasing and begging, reader has a thing for being called ‘good girl’ so a lot of that, talk of kinks, dacryphila, degradation. eddies cocky as hell. i think that’s it??

a/n: this was requested by @marauders3rawh0re ily babe, you’ve been on this blog ever since i started it! so i hope this satisfies your needs because i love this lmao.

“See Eddie? See? Oh, gosh, I can hardly believe it! I mean, I was just so nervous. I thought maybe, a B if I was lucky! Or even a C! But an A+! I can’t believe it?” There you were, hyped up on the adrenaline of a good grade, pacing the carpet in your room. You backed away as he climbed through your window, a wide smile on your face as you threw your arms around his neck.

“Whoa, there, babe,” He chuckled, patting your back. “Don’t I get a kiss first?”

You pulled away, grabbing his chin and pulling him down to yours. You have them a loud peck, and you squealed when his hand sneakily moved down to give your ass a squeeze. “See here! Look, Eddie, I can’t believe it!”

You shoved the paper in his hand, and he chuckled amongst himself as he observed your paper. He smirked, glancing your way. “What did I tell you? All that worrying for nothing. Good job, kiddo! Proud of you!” He hooked an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you both sat on the window seal.

You smiled as he kissed the side of your head, looking down as you fiddled with your fingers. Eddie always made you blush, since day one. You always caught yourself staring at his hands, the rings on them. You liked the look of the calluses on the pads of his fingers, making shapes and odd designs. They were rough, his hands, and honestly, you were sure that’s why you liked them.

But that was Eddie. He was rough. His music choice, his clothing. His mannerisms and attitude. It was a direct opposite of who you were. You two had been together for maybe a month now, but a lot of people didn’t even believe it, because it just didn’t fit. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson with you, Miss innocent and not a hair out of place.

The kids thought maybe it was some prank, it had to of been. He even canceled dnd one night just to see a play you had been in. Dustin nearly cried. But Eddie couldn’t help it. You’d drawn him in like a fly to honey. You’d come to his lunch table one day, asking for signatures on a petition to end sexism at Hawkins High. Of course, everyone at the table signed, but it almost startled them to see you behind the sign. It was known you didn’t care much for conversation.

You asked with a small, shaky voice for signatures, and Eddie Munson fell head over heels in love with you that moment there. And the funny thing was, he’d never really noticed you before. He knew you, obviously, but it wasn’t like he’d already had a crush on you. It was something in the air that day, apparently, because your bravery lured him in.

He worked his magic and started conversations with you here and there, asking if you’d help tutor him to pass a class. You did, and he passed, but you fell head over heels with him too. And it wasn’t that the kids didn’t like you, they just didn’t know how to act around you, because it was weird for them to see Eddie so mushy around someone of the opposite sex.

Eddie brought out the best in you, though, a part of you that you were unfamiliar with. He was completely and utterly genuine with you, and didn’t treat you like a glass doll like everyone else did. The conversations you had seemed to last for hours. He also took your virginity, and that was only just a few weeks ago. That was an experience, for sure.

Your innocence to Eddie was nearly mind blowing. Your music taste, your clothing. Your attitude and mannerisms. It completely differed with his. He absolutely adored your little pink bow in your hair, your knee high socks and tight skirt. It nearly sent him to the grace.

“Thanks, I just tried to remember what you told me,” You continued, breathing in relief. “That all I needed to do was try my best, and that you had faith in me.” You blinked up at him with a smile.

“Good girl,” He tapped your nose, bumping his forehead against yours. “I knew you could do it.”

Well that was new. Your cheeks burned hotly at his comment, and god, you didn’t know why. You cleared your throat awkwardly, and you recognized that churn in your stomach. Sex was still new to you. There were so many…positions. You could do it…anywhere. It was overwhelming. Your mind buzzed with confusion, and you pulled your forehead away and cleared your throat again. “So, did you have a good day?”

He raised his brows in amusement at your tone, noticing how dark your cheeks had turned crimson. He kept his chuckle inside, but he knew damn well his little comment gave you butterflies. He’d have fun with that. “Good. The kids are preparing for the campaign tomorrow. Sinclair has another godforsaken game of laundry baskets again, so they’ll have to find a replacement. You in?” He stood, twirling around your room and observing the decor.

Your room was extremely pink. He loved it, but if he stared at an obnoxiously bright colored object too long, he got nauseas. “Oh, I- no, I’m alright.” You chuckled, pushing a loose curl back. “Truth be told I don’t think they like me very much.”

“Hey,” He narrowed his eyes. “It’s not that they don’t like you. It’s me that they’re unsure about. You’ve done nothing wrong, y/n.” He sent you that puppy love gleam as he picked up your music box.

“Well, neither have you, Eddie.” You began untying your shoes. “I guess we’re just modern day Romeo and Juliet.” Your tone softened at the realization, throwing your shoes to the side.

He glanced at your reflection in the mirror. He knew you felt guilty for not being his “type”. You even said it once. In fact, you cried. That was an ordeal of its own.

“We’re a match made in heaven, sweetheart.” He nearly sang, crouching down to your feet. “The freak and the good girl.” He watched your eyes then, and dear lord he saw them flare.

Your cheeks flushed again, your stomach fluttered at his words. Why was that sweet little phrase bothering you so? His hand was warm against your bare knee, but it sent firework sensations up your thigh from his statement.

“Ha!” He laughed in your face, causing you flinch.

“What?!” You jumped.

“You’re blushing! Again!” He clapped his hands in the musical rhythm he did when he was hyped up, dancing and shuffling his feet in amusement. “You totally like that, don’t you?”

“Like what?” You grew smaller, voice high in question. You really didn’t know what he was talking about, being confusing with your feelings yourself.

“Good girl!” He placed his hands on his knees, looking at you as his jaw hung open in amusement.

Your eyes grew wide when you realized the connection, and you straightened immediately. “I do not!” You defended hotly.

“Yes, you do!” He pointed, clapping his hands again. “Look at you! You blush every time I mention it!” He was laughing, chuckling and pointing at you as you grew utterly embarrassed.

“No- Eddie, will you shut-” You tried shouting, but crossed your arms in frustration. “Eddie, I do not!”

“Hey, I’m not judging you, babe,” He tried containing his laughter, moving back to crouch by your feet. His giggles were escaping his lips, and he pulled your hands into his. “Really, I’m not. It’s cute, actually.”

You groaned painfully loud, looking up to the ceiling. He snorted at your resistance. “No, it’s not. I’m disgusting.”

“So, you’re admitting it?”

Your eyes snapped to his. “No!” You yelped, causing him to cackle and put his hands up.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He cleared his throat, trying to keep from embarrassing you more. “Really, y/n, it’s fine. Everyone has the stuff they like. Honestly, yours is pretty vanilla compared to what else is out there.”

Your eyes grew somewhat more curious at his words, peeking your interest. You swallowed roughly, looking down to pick at your nails. “Really?” Your voice squeaked.

Half of the time, he just wanted to laugh at how innocent you were, but it took a lot not to. He knew how incredibly shy you were, and it didn’t take much for you to crawl back into your shell.

“Sure.” He nodded enthusiastically, his black curls bouncing. “I mean, some people like to be tied up or uh- blindfolded. There’s um, choking and slapping. God, then there’s some real heavy bdsm type shit. That’s for another day. I don’t want to traumatize you.” He chuckled.

You brought up your nail to chew, thinking over his words. You couldn’t even imagine yourself in those scenarios, but you didn’t ever imagine being together with Eddie Munson, either. Your exact opposite. “But I couldn’t ever see you doing those things,” He got your attention, taking your finger away from the abuse of your teeth. “Since you’re such a good girl, and everything.” He tilted his chin at you, hooking his finger underneath your jaw. He said it with such seriousness this time, and it caused a sparking tension to electrify between you.

Your eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes, and your stomach continued to burn at the idea of being his good girl. You sighed. You couldn’t fake it anymore. “You’re right, I love it.” You breathed, smashing your lips against his.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you both up, his hands holding your burning face. Your bodies glued together like magnets, his arms moving up and down your back as your lips danced like ballerinas. Your feet dangled slightly, due to the hold he had on you. He always had to lift you up a bit in times like these, having been so much short than him. It was either that, or him breaking his neck trying to bend down to kiss you.

Your back hit your bedroom door, and you gasped when his lips found your neck, his hands placing yours above your head. “Sex can be anything you want it to be, sweetheart,” He licked the skin below your ear, and you moaned sweetly, your leg curling around his ankle.

“You’re the boss. You tell me what you want me to do.” He sucked and nippled at your red skin, leaving pomegranate colored love bites to show off to the world. He loved claiming you that way.

It always made you feel shameful and embarrassed, asking him to do a certain thing during sex. You were too awkward for that, but Eddie was trying to chip away that wall. “I want-” Your voice broke, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your blouse.

“Yes?” He hummed.

His body pressed against yours, and your jaw fell slack, your neck craning to the ceiling as he licked a strip along your collar bone. “Call me a good girl.” You caved, a heavy, dripping sound of desperation in your voice. “Please, call- call me your good girl, Eddie, oh-”

You gasped as he swiftly picked you up by the waist, throwing you on the bed as he hovered above you. You moaned loudly into his mouth, his lips against yours once again. Kissing Eddie was like swimming inside of a painting. You could feel every molecule inside of him, and sometimes, kissing him alone was just as overwhelming as the sex itself. He would be the death of you. He settled himself between your legs, pressing his growing erection against your skirt.

“Oh, god.” You whimpered, turning your head into the pillow. The sensations alone were enough bliss for you, that’s how new it was. The sex was just going to get better and better.

“Take your skirt off.” His voice was stern, and you opened your eyes up at him in surprise. Eddie was not mean or dominating to you during sex, by any means. But on discovering your turn on, he was curious to experiment a bit. “Do as I say.” He took his hands off you, placing one on the headboard and the other by your hip.

You moved your hands to the waistband of your pink plaid skirt, but froze and looked back to him. His brown eyes pierced into yours, and he licked his lips, his mastermind moving faster than the speed of light. “Y/n,” He said firmly, yet there was always a hint of playfulness behind his lips. That’s why you were never scared, why you never had issues trusting him.

“Be a good girl and take your skirt off.” He raised a brow, and he watched as you bit your lip.

You pulled down the band, pushing it below your knees as you both sat up. He helped you push it through your ankles, and then next, went your panties. You were laid back again and you leaned up to excitingly kiss him, but he held his hand up. “Ah,” He grabbed your wrist. “Not just yet, my queen.”

You swallowed, your eyes blinking rapidly. “Why-” He shut you up with a kiss, pressing over so softly. You sighed into it, just tiny little pecks and motions he gave you.

Then, his hands brushed at your knees, and at the contact, you tried to spread your legs, but he wouldn’t let you. His grip them tightened, but his soft kissed didn’t let up. He placed one at the corner of your mouth, then dipping his tongue back to gloss over your teeth.

Then, they slowly trailed up your thighs, circling them with warm patterns. He was teasing you, but you were too dumb to realize. The puckering sounds of your wet lips filled the room, his fingers making you shiver. Your heart began to speed up when he slowly moved his fingers deeper into your legs, but it diminished quickly when he moved up to your stomach.

You curled your leg around his hip, desperate for friction. Deepening the kiss, you grabbed his hand, placing it on your breast. You were getting agitated for that sweet relief in the pit of your stomach, your thighs glistening with your arousal. You tried to reach for his belt, but he moved your hand away. You huffed, looking up. “Eddie, what the hell-”

“Watch that language,” He said sternly, eyes sharp. “Good girls don’t talk like that. Good girls don’t have bratty attitudes. So if you want me to give you what you want, you’ll have to be a good girl and behave yourself.”

Your eyes were wide with anticipation, and he hurriedly, moved down between your thighs. A loud gasp pushed it’s way out of you as he spread your legs, wrapping one leg around his neck. He placed a sloppy kiss on the inside of your thigh, and he continued his torturous pleasure.

Each thigh he kiss, slowly, messily. He sucked and bit, pulling at your sensitive skin. He blew soft air on your burning cunt, but he never touched it with his pink lips. He continued this for minutes, leaving you a shaky, sweaty and needy mess. You were whimpering like you were in pain, convulsing and arching your back, desperate for any source of friction to find. Your hands dug into the long, black ropes of his hair, pulling like rapunzel.

“Oh, god, Eddie please,” You begged, trying to pull his head up. “Please- I need you so bad, I can’t do it,”

He smiled against your skin, the shakiness of your voice pleasuring him. He came up to you, his hand going the base of your neck. “Poor baby,” He frowned, his finger wiping away the sweat on your forehead. “You’ve done so good for me. Should I reward you?”

“Yes!” You nodded furiously. “Yes, now-”

“No, no,” He tsked, holding up a finger. “Ask me nicely, sweetheart. Trust me, I can do this all night.”

You bit back a cry, throwing your head back on the pillow. “Please, please, Eddie,” You breathed heavily. “Please, reward me. I want you so bad, please- I want you inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you, is that it?” He unbuckled his belt, lifting himself up. “You want me to fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“Yes,” You whimpered. “Let me be your good girl, I wanna be your good girl so bad. Please-” He had hurriedly aligned himself at your entrance, his cock painfully hard, and thrusted into you within a second. A cracked, heavy cry spewed from your lips, and your arms wrapped around his neck like a cat, your nails digging into his back.

The headboard cracked against the wall with his first thrust, and your jaw nearly broke as you cried out. Your bodies molded together, your bed squeaking and snapping at the quick, violent movements he made. He hugged your body, burying his face in your neck. “Oh, god!” You sobbed, tears forming in your eyes.

This whole experience felt different. His attitude, the way he treated you. Each thrust was more forceful, deeper, and it was hard for you to stay conscious. “Oh, oh, my god! God, oh, god!” You repeated over and over. Your stomach had never felt so hot, so on fire with a burning light inside you. Your nails were in his skin, drawing blood, you were sure.

“Fuck.” He groaned into your skin, but you could barely hear, because you were in complete ecstasy.

He gripped the headboard, giving another thrust that made you hysterical. Tears fell down your face as you sobbed, staining the collar of your unbuttoned shirt. His lips found yours, a hard look on his face as he tried to keep from coming. He always put you first. His cock continued to drive into you with a heavy speed, and he kissed you sloppily, drinking in your sobs.

You always cried during sex, and he was far used to it. He loved it, actually.

“You’re such a good girl, y/n.” He moved faster, picking up your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. “You’re- fuck, you’re my girl. My good girl. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

And you did, with a final, sharp thrust, that tight ball in your stomach popped, crashing over you like waves. Sobs left you, holding on to him like he was your life raft. Your legs shook and your body convulsed, your pussy throbbing painfully over his cock. You fell back in exhaustion, and Eddie, all he could do was listen to you.

“You are such a good girl.”