#which like. im not trying to be an asshole you need to breathe. but its irking my brain so bad

[natjennie]

i try to love everybody and you do you and live your life etc but sometimes julia does shit while playing video games that makes me seethe with genuine murderous rage like. wtf do you mean you're reading the coordinates differently. why are you doing the y-value first. were you born on a different planet.

[hungharrington]

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hey guys long time no see ! this was purely inspired bcos i think its HOT when guys hold their gfs legs open when they fuck. naturally im thinking of steve <3 enjoy! MDNI this entire blog is 18+ fem!reader

Fire burns beneath your skin.

Pure flames of desire that seem to start in your gut, licking and settling alight every nerve in your body. The fire within you hums and you burn up deliciously in it, trying so hard to stay still and feel everything.

Your breath hits the pillow, its soft feel pressed up against your cheek. Steve's chest drags against your bare back. You can feel the muscles of his chest shift, the drag of his chest hair as his bicep bulges over and over from a repeated motion.

The motion being his hand, buried between your thighs.

"Want you to..." Steve's voice breathes in your ear, that rasp in it that clues you in to how turned on he is. How keyed up he is. His forearm nudges at your thigh, pressing it outwards. "Want you to keep 'em spread for me, baby."

You swallow a gasp as his thumb passes over your clit teasingly. You nod against the pillow and your thighs part further without even thinking about it.

"That's it," Steve coos. This close, you can feel the curl of his smile against your neck. He's practically purring when he says, "That's my girl."

You're spreading yourself for him, your drooling cunt on display for him to play with, and the thought only fuels the dribbling, burning hot feeling in your gut. A whimpery noise pulls from your throat.

Steve kisses the skin of your neck generously, slow languid kisses that make your nipples peak against the sheets. A scrape of teeth. Heat burns between the shared skin.

Long, thick fingers draw circles at your entrance and you can't help how your back arches to push down onto them, a stuttering gasp escaping you. He's been teasing you for too damn long tonight.

"S-Steve."

His name has never sounded so filthy.

"Mm? What is it, baby?"

He's still circling your entrance tantalizingly, his thumb dancing over your clit so perfectly, so teasingly. Asshole. Teasing, stupidly hot, too-good-with-his-fingers asshole.

"Please," Is all you can manage, voice weak.

It's all you need for Steve give in, sinking his finger into your cunt and pulling simultaneous groans from both of you. You can feel the rumble of it against your spine. Your head tips back instinctively, your cunt fluttering in bliss.

Steve doesn't give you a moment to relax into it, another finger joining as he pumps them in. Lewd noises leak out as his fingers setting a punishing pace. They curl expertly, hitting the spot that makes your hole clench around him with every thrust of his fingers.

You clutch the sheets, your leg quivering and threatening to fall. A moan you can't contain pools in your chest and you bury your face in the pillow to muffle it.

Your hand shoots down to hold Steve's forearm — half to make sure he won't stop, half to keep yourself from falling apart too soon.

"God, look at you," Steve murmurs, his voice hot with praise.

All your whimpery noises, pressed into the pillow, going straight to his cock. It thickens in his boxers, straining against the fabric and Steve shivers in anticipation.

You can feel his trail of kisses up your neck but you know he’s watching the way your hips rock down onto his fingers. A fiery desire licks up your spine at the hardness you feel behind you. You feel yourself grow slicker at the feel of it, your mouth almost watering.

Steve's hips rolls up against yours roughly, no doubt eager to gain the same pleasure you were getting. His quiet grunts mix with your whiny breathes, pleasure burning and bubbling hotter and hotter.

Then a filthy moan scrapes out his throat when you clench down around his fingers — which disappear between your legs in a moment.

You barely get a moment to pout, a soft whine sounding, before you hear the fabric of his boxers being pushed down. It's frantic sounding, like he can't wait another second, like he needs to be buried inside you. You need it just as bad. You whine again.

"Sh, sh, sh, sh," Steve soothes, all too aware of your every noise. His needy baby. "I know, I got you."

His hand finds the bend in your knee and he holds it for you, keeping you spread for him. His nose nuzzles along your neck, kissing and suckling as he finally, finally, sinks his cock into you in one slow stroke.

You keen. A pitiful cry escapes your lips, the coil in your tummy twisting tighter at the gravelly moan that Steve makes. His hot breath of your neck, his closeness, the stretch of him inside you — you quiver and whimper, your cunt gushing on his cock.

"Oh f-fuck, honey," There's that whiny hitch in Steve's words now, the way there always is when nears pussy drunk.

You can feel the urge to close your shaky legs with how you cunt throbs in pleasure but Steve's hand is still tucked under your knee, keeping them apart, as he starts to rock into you.

The lewd noises from before return, the wet sound of your slick as Steve ruts into you. His hips move fast, his pace building.

A ragged moan drools from your lips and you push your head back instinctively, searching for more Steve. He's there already, his kisses resuming up your neck feverishly, his thrusts not faltering.

"Ste— Stevie," You gasp needily, letting one of your hands slip over your waist to hold him however you can. Your fingers find his bicep and you clutch it, breathy noises punched out with every roll of his hips. Steve groans loudly.

"God, you feel so fuckin' good around me," He pants, thick cock driving into you steadily enough to make you melt. He drops his hold on your leg for a moment, his hand darting up to your face. He pushes back the hair in your face, his lips kissing the exposed skin as he does.

"My pretty fuckin' girl," He hums, voice wavering in his own pleasure.

Your thighs start to ease close without thinking and Steve snakes his hand down, slapping lightly at your clit with his large hand. It makes you squeal, your legs jumping apart and your hole clenching down on his cock deliciously. Steve moans again, a thread of a whine in it.

"Told you," He huffs breathlessly, lips dragging up the sensitive skin of your neck. He nips at your ear. You whimper. "To keep 'em spread for me. You can- you can do that f'me, can't you?"

It's a trick question because there's no way you can answer anything right now. Steve's thrusts slow for a moment, as if he's giving you a moment's reprieve, only for you to realise it's for a more sinister reason all together.

He shifts forward and lets his hand find its place under your knee again, holding your legs apart, and this time when he fucks back in, your whole body twitches.

You make a pitiful noise, something between a moan and a gasp. And then you make it again and again, as Steve drives his cock into your cunt, hitting the spot every single time.

"Oh, there she is." Steve coos. "Is that it, yeah? That spot feel good, honey?"

It would nearly be embarrassing, the little uh, uh, uh's you keep making, if it didn't feel so fucking good. You thought you were on fire before but now you're molten. Your skin blazes. Pleasure twists the coil in your gut tighter. You clench down on Steve's cock and gush at the whimpery noise he makes.

"I- ngh, shit—" He's panting now, beginning to become undone at the silky feel of you wrapped around him. "I asked -ah- you a question, baby."

You wail softly into the pillow, head curling in. Your head swims in delirious pleasure, the question he asked a minute ago long gone. You whine at his cruelty, your mind utterly distracted by the filthy squelchy noises he's fucking out of you.

"B-Baby can't think right now?" Steve teases, his thrusts turning shallow but faster. He hikes your leg up higher, pulled back towards his hairy thigh. "Getting fucked too good, huh?"

"Uh huh," Your voice comes out all whiny, the words drooling out your mouth. Your cheek brushes the pillow as you reply, eyes screwing up as the tightness in your stomach looms closer, hotter, nearly bursting. You grip his bicep tighter.

"Pleasepleaseplease, don't- don't stop, baby, I'm— I'm," The words rush out of you in a frantic babble. "Please, fuck- I'm, uh,"

A moan warbles out of Steve at your pleading, feeling his balls draw up as his own orgasm creeps up on him. He dutifully listens to his baby, still fucking himself into you with a lustful fervor.

"Gonna cum?" He grunts. You whine.

"I wanna see you cum," Steve rasps, his tummy flexing as he tries to hold back his mounting pleasure. "C'mon, baby, cum all over my cock, yeah? Show me how good it is."

His hand slips from your beneath your knee once more, sliding down to pat at your clit and it's all it takes. You unravel. The heat in your bloodstream gives way to pure euphoria, confetti pumping through your body as you gasp and moan. Your cunt clenches and flutters, throbbing in just the right way.

Steve's hips stutter, the sudden snugness of you pushing him over the edge. It's everything to hear the little inhale he does; the whimper he makes as his cock twitches inside you, dribbling hot ropes of cum.

He keeps moving, milking out every dreg of pleasure for the both of you. Your hand on his arm shifts, moving up, searching for his face and when you tangle your hands in his hair, it's to turn and kiss him. It's sloppy, your lips barely aligned. Still, it hums with love.

The kiss breaks. Slowly, the pleasure and his movements taper off, til Steve's easing himself out of you. A warm buzz sits over the room, satisfaction rolling off the both of you in waves. You feel faint, a sluggish happy feeling settling into your skin.

"Mm, you okay?" Steve's voice sounds from behind you.

You're still snuggled close together, Steve dropping his head into the crook of your neck to nuzzle into it. You huff a happy laugh, reaching a hand up to bury it into his hair like you know he loves.

"More than okay." You sigh happily. Steve's responding hum vibrates against your shoulder. "You just fucked my brains out, baby."

Steve makes a little noise, a half-hearted snort. He kisses the curve of your shoulder again. "Just doin' my job."

[taintedcigs]

i know places — e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x popular cheerleader!f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors dni!!, ANGST, smut, p in v, kind of degradation, jealousy, praises, nicknames, br*eding kink, cre*mpie, FIGHT!!, eddie beats someone up, gareth is an asshole im sorry, and some flufff

summary: in which you are secretly dating eddie because his friends don't like you (wc: 6k+)

a/n: HELLO hello I AM BACK! i kind of hate this, and the ending sucks pls ignore it but i wanted to post it so bad bc i love ts x eddie!! also a part of this was heavily HEAVILY inspired by an ep of veronica mars bc its one of my fav shows!! also no dividers and i didn't proof-read SO PLEASE ignore the mistakes plss

Four months.

It had been four months since you and Eddie had started to “secretly date.”

And in all honesty, it had been fun. The sneaking around, the private dates, the quick fuck seshs in school, in the supply closet, after his D&D campaigns, in his van, in the woods.

And the teasing, oh god, the teasing.

It's why you were currently scrunched up in the back of his van, ragged breathing and curses, heavy tension filling the space.

“You done teasin’?” he asked, hovering over you.

It started with the glances in the hallway, at first, Eddie thought they were innocent. But the way you threw your head back as you touched Andy’s arm had Eddie’s jaw clenched.

He was sure his blood was boiling by the time he dragged you back to his van.

He dismissed your concerns about how he shouldn’t skip English again, he could care less, he needed you, and he needed you now.

It was driving him crazy too, while he had fun, he hated the idea of not being able to tell those stupid jocks to back off of his girl.

He hated the stupid school hierarchy and his friends for having to keep this relationship a secret, he hated not being able to show you off.

“Teasing?” You asked, an innocent smile playing on your lips.

“C’mon don’t play coy now.” He warned, “I know what you were tryin’ to do with that stupid jock.” He scoffed.

“And did it work?” You batted your lashes, and he rolled his tongue inside of his cheek. “Yeah.” He barely gave you any time to adjust before his lips hungrily attacked yours.

So needy and filled with lust that you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips. He didn’t waste any time as he reached for the edge of your tiny top almost ripping it off and letting it drop to the van’s floor.

You could feel your breath hitch with how rough he was being, his calloused fingers flipping your cheerleader skirt and moving your panties aside, sliding a finger as he groaned at the wetness, partying your pussy to get a better view of your gushing heat.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” He cursed under his breath, “Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby,” He peppered your heat. “All mine, yea?” He asked needily.

His fingers worked your clit with little circles, causing you to whimper out. “Mhmm.” You barely let out, eyes shutting immediately in pleasure.

His fingers worked to stretch you open, and his visible bulge was pressing hard against his uncomfortable pants, you knew you would get what you had been begging for all morning soon.

“You think it’s fuckin’ funny to try to make me jealous?” He raised a brow, and you stopped your lips from twitching into a smirk, you didn’t need him to edge you, not right now, not when you needed him this much.

“Nuh-uh.” You pouted, “Only did it cause you kept flirting with that girl yesterday at the gig.” You huffed, you knew you were being petty, but could care less, the downside to this whole deal was the fact that you couldn’t tell those girls to back off of him, you just had to smile and watch as they swooned all over him.

And if he could play at that game, so could you.

He gave you a slight chuckle before his fingers plunged in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as you moaned for more. “Needy fuckin’ slut.” He’s being mean, and you love it.

“I’ll give you all the attention you need, yea? Such a bratty baby.” He teased.

You cried out when he retracted his fingers, feeling empty as you pouted at him. He was quick to get his aching cock out of the uncomfortable boxers, bouncing against his stomach as he hissed.

His breathing was ragged as his cock flexed in his palm, causing your thighs to tremble with need, “Do something.” You breathed.

He raised a brow at your eagerness, “Please,” You pleaded, tears welling in your eyes at the pent-up frustration inside of you.

He was quick to dip his head down your chest, mouth nibbling at your nipples, and you arched against his fingers, he was driving you crazy and you could feel his aching cock brush against your thighs.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” He cried out pinching your clit, “And all mine,” You liked how rough and possessive he got when he was jealous, you didn’t care that it was wrong, your heat was pulsing relentlessly with need.

“Jesus,” He cried out when he had one hand on your hip, and used the other to rub the tip of his pulsing cock against your entrance.

You trembled with desire when he teased you further, his pink tip sliding easily over your soaking cunt, “C’mon, thought you wanted to fuckin’ tease me?” He mocked.

“You’re already cryin’ out like a whore and I haven’t even touched you properly yet, peach,” He cooes, causing you to whine.

“N—need you,” Barely able to speak, you spread your thighs further, and Eddie gives you a chuckle, his mocking was making you throb even more.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you spread your legs like that for that dumb jock too, honey?” His words are laced with bitterness and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Uh—uh, only you,” You whine, he’s rough as he grabs your cheeks making you look at him, your eyes widen as you desperately plead for him to do something  — anything.

“Since I own this tight little cunt, I’m gonna use it like I fuckin’ want to,” He growls, and you whimper at that, Eddie’s lips tilt into a smirk, he knows you enjoy his words. “You want that, peach? You want me to wreck this pretty little pussy? Fill you to the brim with my warm load?” He asks, and it makes you tilt your head backward in pleasure when he teases his tip against your entrance again.

“Mpmhm… Fuckfuckfuck, yes please!” You’re practically shaking with the need to be fucked.

He grasped your wrists in one hand, pinning them against the cold walls of his van, making you hiss, barely giving you any warning before he slowly prodded his aching cock inside your velvety walls.

“Fuckohfuckohfuck,” His breathing was ragged and you could almost feel his cock splitting you open, your mouth rounding into a silent ‘Oh.’

As he plunged himself deeper into you, your back arched back toward him, making your cunt clamp down on his cock, and he growled, “S’fuckin’ tight, poor baby must’ve felt so empty without my cock, yea?” He cooes and you nod quickly.

You could feel your insides burn, both from need and from how big Eddie was. “Mmmph, greedy fuckin’ cunt. Takin’ me so well, honey.” He murmured peppering your face with kisses, you could barely take in his words, your mind clouded with desire.

Your eyes welled up in tears again, it felt so fucking good, feeling him this deep inside of you, “Shhh… you can do it baby,” Eddie encouraged as he forced himself deeper into your soaking walls.

“Be a good girl and take it all, can you do that honey?” You nodded immediately, Eddie’s hands were quick to caress your cheeks, “Good fuckin’ girl,” He murmured before he went on and on, his cock invading your walls until he was sure he was balls deep inside of you.

You couldn’t help the filthy squeaks that escaped your lips, the space of the van filled with your mewls and Eddie’s balls slapping against you.

He licks your neck before he bites hard onto your shoulder, his grunts filling the room as he plunges harder into you.

“Jesus fucking— mmpfh… just like that honey,” He murmurs into your neck, “My perfect fuckin’ girl.”

“Look so fuckin’ pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” He nibbles on your neck, hands pinching your nipples. “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, baby,” He groans as he slams further inside of you.

“Edsedsedseds!” You repeat like a mantra, “What’d’ya need, peach?” He asks smugly.

“Jesus— n-need to cum!” You cry out and Eddie’s brain short-circuits for a moment, as you lay beneath him, plump lips making ‘Oh!’ sounds as your head is tilted back, and Eddie revels in it.

“Do it, honey. Cum for me,” He encourages.

“Need that tight little cunt to clamp down on me, peach,” He groans, and your whimpers get louder, you know you’re getting close and Eddie can feel how much you tighten around him.

“Shitshitshiiit— baby, this cunt is so fuckin’ greedy, and so fuckin’ tight,” He grunts. “All mine, angel.”

“’M close, Eds…” You barely blurt out in your fucked out state, and Eddie coos, “Cum for me, honey, c’mon cream my cock.”

He tilts his hips up further and hits your velvety walls so perfectly that almost has your eyes crossing.

Once his calloused fingers make their way onto your clit, rubbing slow circles and also giving your sensitive spot a pinch you cry out, trembling beneath him as you feel yourself release around his cock.

He lets out a loud grunt, “S’fuckin’ tight when you cum, shit— Gonna fuck my load into you, baby.”

“You want that? You want me to fill that pretty pussy, have you leakin’ my cum for days?” You nod weakly, still too fucked out to answer.

“Fuckfuckfuck— yeah, baby, gonna fill your tight little hole up, gonna give you all this cum,” He grunted.

“Would you like that honey? Shit—so fuckin’ tight, beg for it, beg for me, princess—” He almost growls into the curve of your neck, his hips slamming forward roughly, “Please—Eds, please, need your cum…” You make a mewling sound and Eddie can’t help himself, he’s pounding into you like a dog in heat and he knows he’s getting close now.

“Jesus—I’m gonna cum, honey. God—I’m gonna spend all of my load in this tight little cunt peach, it’s takin’ me so well, baby, I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to, fuckfuckfuck—”

“Goin’ to fuck my load into you, baby, need to fill you up nice and sweet,” He cooes, mind boggling with the sight of your tits jiggling each time he slams harder into you, he knows he is rearing his orgasm with the way his hips stutter.

“Cum inside’a me, please,” You purr, eyes sultry as they meet Eddie’s, his grip on your hips tightens enough to leave a mark, your words sending a wave of pleasure to him as his movement is picked up.

“Mhmm, I love it when you fill me up s’warm and nice, and make me yours,” You murmured and that was it for Eddie.

His groans became uncontrollable now, and his eyes squeezed shut, he slammed into your body one last time, roughly, a string of curses spilled from his lips before his cock pulsated and his warm sticky load painted your insides, already spilling out of your tight cunt with how stuffed you were, falling down your thighs. 

With a few “Fuckfuckfuck’s” Eddie collapsed on top of you, lips peppering your face softly as he wrapped an arm around you, murmuring, “You okay, baby?”

You nodded quickly, “Mhmm…” You relaxed into his warm body, “That fuckin’ punk really thought he could flirt with you, huh?” He chuckled; he was still possessive, bringing a dark smile to your lips.

“You know what you have to do to keep them away, don’t you?” You raised a brow, and he immediately knew what you were implying, but he wasn’t ready for any of it.

“Not this again,” He huffed, and you were quick to get out of his hold, you weren’t the type to push a guy around to make things exclusive, but with Eddie, you wanted nothing more than that, you didn’t even care about the teasing you would endure when the two of you made things official, but he certainly did, and it was starting to hurt you.

“Nevermind,” You murmured, searching for your clothes as Eddie got up, “Why are we in such a hurry?” He asked, tone worried. “We already skipped one class, I don’t wanna skip another one, doofus.” You narrowed your eyes at him before slipping on your skirt, sighing in relief when you found your panties discarded on the floor.

“You mad at me or somethin’?” You could tell how fragile he was acting around you, and it made your heart ache, but all of the secrets and running around were getting to you, the girls that were throwing themselves at Eddie as he flashed them a chuckle made your blood boil, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“No, it’s just super fucking tiring to act like you don’t exist, when you’re the only person I want in my life,” Your words come out faster than you mean to, and you look at him with such a hopeful gaze that Eddie’s heart tightens, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

“Honey…” He whispers, before pulling your body to his again, “You have no fuckin’ idea how much I want that to happen, but—”

“But, what?” Your voice is irritated.

“But you know how the guys are, you know how annoying Gareth—” You immediately scoff at the name.

You had no idea when or why it happened.  You had no idea what caused him to act this way toward you. But Eddie’s friends absolutely hated you.  Especially Gareth. Jeff also did not like the fact that you were the head cheerleader, but Gareth almost had a vendetta against you, you had barely interacted with him, but the boy was out to get you.

You were fine with the kids, Dustin and Mike had adored you the second you protected them against Carver’s idea of a joke. Lucas, with his new place on the basketball team, understood you, granted he had no idea of what was happening between you and Eddie, but he knew you were Eddie’s friend, and he knew how hard Eddie’s friends have been on you.

And that is exactly why you and Eddie had decided to keep your relationship a secret that started a few months ago.

Eddie had doubts about what people would say about your relationship, and he couldn’t handle the fact that his friends would have a say in it, he wanted to keep you away from them, as long as possible.

And he assumed your popular friends wouldn’t be so keen on him, either.

So you agreed to keep the relationship a secret, but it was eating away at you now.

“It’s about him again, isn’t it?” You asked, shaking your head with a chuckle. “Four months and you can’t even dare to say I’m your girlfriend, because of fucking Gareth,” You spat out.

“It’s not just about that—Jesus, you think your cheerleader and jock friends would fuckin’ enjoy havin’ the freak around?” His tone was louder now and you hated it.

“I don’t care! I don’t give the slightest fuck what they would think about my boyfriend, it’s my business and they don’t fucking get a say in it, Eddie!” Your insecurities were on the surface now, even if Eddie couldn’t tell, you were hurt by him wanting to hide you away this much, caring more about Gareth who had this twisted game of trying to hurt you, and it made you feel like absolute shit like Eddie could care less about you.

“Don’t you think I fuckin’ know that? I do! But Gareth—” You scoffed interrupting him as you turned around to face him. “Fuck him!” Your voice raised in fury.

“Look, Eddie, if you don’t want this—” Your hand was quick to point between the two of you, “Just say the fucking word.”  

“You’re twistin’ my fuckin’ words around,” His voice didn’t hold the confidence it did before, his eyes were washed over with guilt and worry, he couldn’t afford to lose you, and if he kept being a jackass, it looked like he was going to.

“You’re unbelievable,” He scoffed, “I’m unbelievable?” You quoted him, eyes narrowing again.

Eddie was on his last straws and he knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to back down, he couldn’t let you see the vulnerable side of him this soon, there was no way you would be able to stay with him, not when you saw how fragile he actually was.

“Yeah! You fuckin’ are,  acting all insane and shit just because you felt jealous over some stupid girls—” And he stops there because the exasperation of breath that slipped past your lips is so loud that he realizes what he just said.

“Fuck you,” You say it so ironically and humorously, that Eddie likes to think this is one of those ironic ‘Fuck you’s you had uttered to him before, slightly nudging his side as you gave him a warm smile, but you’re nothing but cold now.

“If you think that’s what this is about then I have nothing to say to you,” Your voice was timid before you made your way to the door, Eddie’s faint mumbles of your name were just dizzying your mind when you felt the hot tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

And with that, Eddie spent the rest of the day either sulking or using other people as his anger outlet, he knew it wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help it when you spent the rest of the day ignoring him, acting like he didn’t even exist, and it was killing him.

It got so much worse for him around lunchtime, his table was facing you, and his throat tightened, a lump forming at the fact that you didn’t even glance at him, not even turning your head toward his direction.

Eddie was fidgeting in his seat, he was itching to run over to your side, scream at the top of his lungs that you were his girlfriend, and kiss you, right in front of the entire school.

It was killing him, not being able to show you how much he fucking loved you. And his mind was now swirling with the idea that you finally realized how much of a loser he was, or that you finally realized how he didn’t deserve you, not in the slightest bit.

After one fucking conversation he had managed to push you away, and possibly manage to ruin one good fucking thing in his life, and he wanted to bang his head against the table while yelling out idiotidiotidiot!

Eddie knew he had to do something, as soon as possible, you were slipping away from his fingers, and he couldn’t handle losing you.

You were doing everything you can to avoid his gaze, no matter how much your head itched to cock in his direction.

Trying your best to stay unbothered as you attempted to laugh genuinely at the cheesy jokes Andy was providing the table with.

And Eddie’s blood was boiling, you seriously didn’t mean to make him jealous, but it didn’t matter to him, you were acknowledging everyone and specifically Andy right now but him, and it made Eddie’s jaw clench uncontrollably.

The banter going on at the table was unknown to him, but it made your skin crawl as if Gareth was saying some stupid shit about you again as if the entire table was mocking you, it was cruel, or at least it felt cruel to you.

That’s when your throat tightened up, your mind foggy as you could barely focus on anything but the chatter going on at Eddie’s table.

The cafeteria noises were pounding in your head now, jock’s table filled with the obnoxious laugh of Jason Carver, and you could even hear Robin blabbing something to Steve somewhere behind you. It was all a blur to you by now.

It surely had nothing to do with you but your mind and anxiety were enough to convince you that Gareth was making fun of you at the table. That little voice in your head there to tell you all the worst possibilities.

You barely noticed Eddie’s body burning off with rage when you were so focused on trying to hear what Gareth was saying, it shouldn’t have bothered you this much, but knowing how close he was to Eddie and how much he hated you… maybe it meant something.

Maybe Gareth knew that you were not good enough for Eddie, maybe you deserved it.

Maybe Gareth was right, maybe you were not right for Eddie, maybe he deserved to be with someone who liked his stupid D&D game, someone who didn’t conform, someone who wasn’t a coward, maybe someone who wasn’t a—

“Hey…”

“You okay?” Chrissy’s concerning voice caused your train of thought to disappear, at least pushing it back into your subconscious until you were ready to face your problems again.

“Mhmm,” You were quick to flash her with a smile, it wasn’t genuine and she probably knew it wasn’t genuine but, she stood silent as she didn’t want to put you on blast in front of everyone, giving you a tight-lipped smile and a reassuring squeeze in your arm, and you invited it in, cold demeanor changing within seconds.

And Eddie could sense it now, sitting across you, leaning in his chair like a storm isn’t brewing in his head, eyeing you carefully.

You slowly readjusted yourself, eyes quickly stealing a glance from Eddie’s table–but never at him.

And if he wasn’t watching he would’ve missed it, but he didn’t—hope inside of him blossoming like never before.

He was fidgeting to get out of his seat, run over to you, hands itching to hold you again, never to let go this time.

Your quick glance, instead of resulting in Eddie’s attention, brought Gareth’s unwarranted attention to you.

You felt uncomfortable in your seat now, you knew now your anxiety about him talking awfully about you to Eddie would be true now.

“She’s such a spoiled brat,” Gareth blurted out.

“Who are you talking about?” Jeff asked mindlessly, hands dipped into the fries he had been munching on.

“That stupid cheerleader,” Eddie’s head snapped at the mention of that, surely Gareth didn’t mean—Oh.

It was as if the rage building in within Eddie had snapped within seconds, thoughts in his head swirling, blaming Gareth for the fight.

“Watch it,” Eddie’s voice spoke before he turned his attention to Gareth, the table immediately quitening down.

“Excuse me?” Gareth questioned, taken aback, before Eddie cocked his head in his direction.

“Don’t fuckin’ talk about her,” His teeth were gritted, and your ears perked up at the rise in Eddie’s voice.

“The fuck are you on about?” Gareth replied back, the tension in the table was rising and Dustin was fidgeting im his seat by now.

“I’m telling you to keep your mouth shut when it comes to her, is that clear?” Eddie bounced from his seat, so quickly that he didn’t realize the entire cafeteria staring at him, including you.

Gareth gave him a confused chuckle, “I’m sorry?”

“Are you defending a cheerleader now or what? Have you forgotten how awful they have been to us?” He raised a brow.

“She didn’t do anything,” Eddie defended you like his life depended on it, he couldn’t believe how stupid he was being, for caring about Gareth’s half-witted input on you, like he ever actually had a conversation with you other than throwing insults to your way under his breath.

“So leave her alone,” It was more like a threat than anything else, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the scene, Eddie not noticing your gaze, blinded by the rage.

Eddie was barely hanging by a thread, the way he leaned over the table eyes bulging out as he stood over Gareth, everyone could sense it.

A loud whoo’s from the jock’s table caused you to huff, before you knew it, Jason Carver was involved.

“Trouble in paradise?” He shouted, followed by the obnoxious laughter of his followers, they called Eddie the leader of a satanic cult but by the looks of it, Jason and his stupid little jocks fit the description more.

“Oh, shut it, Carver,” Your mouth opened before your mind could process it, heads turned toward you and you were afraid to look back up now.

The laughter from Jason’s table had died down, and you could feel plenty of eyes on you, but what mattered the most, you could feel Eddie’s burning gaze on you, the storm in his mind calming down with your tone.

Before you knew it everyone went into something else, Chrissy was quick to start a conversation and you could see from the corner of your eye that Dustin had probably took on the same job, spewing nonsense until the tension deviated.

Eddie had slumped into his seat now, thighs spread wide open while his leg fidgeted, his anger had dissipated—eyes trained on you again, it was so obvious now, even Chrissy was nudging you.

The conversation at the table was no longer interesting, he didn’t even attempt to care if Gareth was okay, you stood up to him in front of the entire school, so mindlessly that Eddie felt like a coward.

Guilt ran through his veins quicker than it intended to, Eddie knew he has been acting like an idiot, but you had opened his eyes further.

He knew he had to talk to you.

And once he saw you leaving the cafeteria alone, he knew it was now or never.

He barely waited right after you left, ignoring the voices from the table calling out for him as he waved them off, mumbling incoherently about how he had to take care of something.

You stopped when you heard his weighted footsteps, jogging after you as he called your name.

You were afraid to turn around, afraid to ask him what had happened that made him lash out at Gareth like that.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words that slipped past his almost trembling lips, his honey-brown eyes mellow.

“I said some really stupid things I shouldn’t have said,” were the words that followed, you could tell he meant it, ragged breath escaping with each word, he was nervous.

Your heart tightened in your chest, unable to open your mouth, you stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“I—I don’t need you to say anything,” He breathed again, and it’s not like you could get any words out now, they all died down in your throat.

“I just need you to trust me,” He murmured, calloused hands coming in contact with your shoulders as he held you steady, your legs feeling like jelly when he looked at you like that.

“W—with what?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you couldn’t help it when he was standing this close to you, it didn’t matter if you had been dating for the last four months, you could tell something in him had changed, with the way he held you in public, your mind getting excited about the possibilities.

“I’m gonna fix this,” He pointed between the two of you, almost mimicking you from before.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, does that sound okay?” He gave you a warm smile, teeth flashing and dimples forming on the right side of his cheek, making you giggle immediately.

“O–okay,” You didn’t mean to sound so excited–almost desperate, but you could feel your insides twist with hope with each of his words, breaking down the guards you spent building up all these years.

He gave you a sloppy kiss on your cheek, his smile never wearing off, “See you after school, yea?” You nodded quickly, heat rising up on your cheeks.

By the time Eddie picked you up by your house, your chest tightened, the whole ride was more silent than usual, the stereo Eddie usually blasted now stayed as a background noise as you fidgeted in your seat.

“Are you ever gonna tell me where we are going? Or at least what we’re gonna do?” You asked curiously, head cocking to his side.

“So impatient,” He mocked, hands drumming on the steering wheel before he flashed you a smile.

“We’re almost there,” He announced, and the roads were becoming all too familiar to you now.

“Are we going to the trailer?” You asked excitedly, and Eddie threw you a look.

“You do know what surprises mean, don’t you?” He raised his brows and flashed a teasing smile, his eyes dancing with amusement.

You huffed playfully, crossing your arms against your chest.

“You do realize how cute you look when you get all mad like that?”

"Oh, stop it," you stammered, covering your face slightly with your hands, attempting to hide your embarrassment and the smile that threatened to betray you.

Eddie flashed a toothy-grin, dimples ever so present, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, even if you wanted to.

Gaze lingered on his features longingly, as if trying to capture every detail in your memory. “Thank you for today,” He murmured, almost embarrassed, looking out on the road as his hands got clammy on the steering wheel.

You know exactly what he was thanking you for, but you still threw him a puzzled look.

“For standing up to Carver like that,” He adds, clearing his throat,

“I doubt you realize it Eddie but—”

“I think I’d pretty much do anything for you,” The words blurted out before you could process them, brain jumbled from everything that happened today.

A soft smile curved his lips as he watched you, eyes tracing every contour of your face with awe.

The rest of the ride was silent, as you kept your promise to not spoil the surprise, mind filled with various ideas as Eddie finally pulled up to his trailer.

"So... will you tell me the surprise now?" You asked, smile etching on your face as Eddie gave you a breathy laugh.

"Such an impatient baby, huh?" He mocked, nudging your shoulder playfully, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

As you caught up to him, he couldn't help but reach out to brush your hand with his fingertips, a subtle gesture of affection.

When he finally intertwined them, your heart raced, possibilities of whatever the surprise was overwhelming you as your palms grew sweaty with anxiety when you faced the daunting door to Eddie's trailer.

Eddie's fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, with a twist of the key in his hands, the lock mechanism turned, and he pushed the door open, revealing loud chattering coming from the room.

You got startled when Eddie fully opened the door, almost squealing when you saw all of the Hellfire Club squeezed into the living room, your eyes widening at Eddie's surprise.

It was silent before Gareth spoke up, “What kind of a sick joke is this supposed to be?” He chuckled bitterly, Eddie felt hot-blooded again.

“Is this why you defended her during lunch?” He chuckled, and your eyes widened at the revelation—so, that's why Eddie lashed out at lunch.

"Unfuckinbelievable," Gareth scoffed.

Eddie's jaw tightened, the muscles flexing with the strain of suppressing the overwhelming urge to lash out. “What the hell are you doing? Please tell me this is a new joke of yours called ‘I’m fucking the spoiled brat cheerleader to spite the jocks’.” Gareth spoke up, and turned around to Jeff and others for approval, but the rest of the guys just stood silent, he had crossed the line and everyone could sense it.

Your face soured at his comment, and you could feel Eddie’s grip on your hand tightened, he was getting fired up. “Goodbye, Gareth.” Eddie spoke calmly, much to your and everyone else’s surprise. Every movement he made was rigid, calculated, as if trying to contain the tempest of rage threatening to consume him.

Gareth turned to Eddie baffled, “What?” He scoffed, and Eddie gave a breathy chuckle before straightening up to collect himself. “Get out of my house.” Eddie spat with rage inside of him.

“You have a problem with, her, you leave.” You looked up at him softly as you gently squeezed his hand to let him know that it was okay, he didn’t need to make a scene, and he softened with your touch.

“Actually, if you have a problem with Y/N, you’re pretty much dead to me so just like…” He mocked a thinking face, “Evaporate or something, I don’t know.” A sarcastic smirk was plastered onto his lips now.

Everyone stood silent, causing Eddie to huff.

“That’s kind of a general invitation, if you don’t like my girlfriend then… just start heading toward the rectangle with the knob.” A wide smile spread across your face at him calling you 'his girlfriend', you leaned towards him almost, eager to soak in every word.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” Gareth spat out, Eddie rolled his tongue inside of his cheek at the comment, it looked like Gareth wasn't just going to go away silently, and Eddie wasn't sure if he could hold off the storm brewing inside of him if Gareth dared to talk about you again.

“Selling off your friends for a cheer slut—”

THUMP!

The sound that resonated in your ears before Gareth laid on the ground beneath you, it happened all so fast, Eddie's veins pulsating with the surging rage before his fists collided with Gareth's cheek.

Your mouth hung open, words trapped in your throat as your voice failed you in the face of disbelief.

Eddie cowered over him, the rest of the guys standing in shock as they tried to hold him back, they didn't need to, Eddie was done with Gareth.

“I told you to not fuckin' speak about her, was that not clear?” He spat out his words with seething anger. Gareth looked back at him with a groan.

“Then let this be a lesson for you.” He sneered.

It was all blurry, Gareth still groaning and mumbling under his breath as he left without a goodbye, the rest of the guys apologizing as they took care of Gareth, congratulating the two of you before he left to probably get that poor boy some ice.

“Well... I'd say that went pretty well?” A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, and you giggled at Eddie's inability to defuse the tension in the room.

“'M so sorry...” You straightened your posture, lifting your head to meet Eddie's soft gaze.

“Are you kidding?” He asked, eyes glinting with admiration.

“I don't care about him,” He scoffed.

“He doesn't fucking get to talk about you like that, and he doesn't deserve to be in my life,” His firm stance and unwavering eye contact were signaling you that he meant every word he was saying, he got sick of Gareth's shit, that's why this had happened, not because of you.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, honey,” He muttered, pressing soft kisses into your hair, he was trying to relieve you of your guilt, telling you that this was all on Gareth.

He leaned slightly forward, subtly closing the distance between you and him. “Now see,” He muttered, “Why can't it just be like this?” He couldn't help but reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender as his fingers ached to touch you.

“Why do other people in the world have to exist, huh?” Every time he spoke to you, his voice took on a softer, almost more mellow tone, as if he was savoring the words to speak to you on his lips.

Your head tilted slightly with a giggle, eager to absorb every word he uttered. Each touch, each gaze you shared, sent an unwavering contentment through his entire being, more than you realized.

[slutforgarlogan]

"You can check if you like" | Peter Maximoff x F! Reader

Summary: Peter comes back from a mission with a wound and you patch him up. He takes the opportunity to tease you.

Warnings: nsfw content, fingering, teasing, Peter being a cocky asshole

"Oh my god what happened to you?" you jump up from your seat when the team gets back from their mission, noticing the bleeding coming from your boyfriends head. You'd be lying if you said he didn't look hot all bloodied up, but you were too concerned with his wellbeing to indulge in the urge to make out with him.

Peter gives you his usual cocky smile, ignoring your concern "I'm fine babe, its just a scratch." You aren't convinced, but you know he wont go back on the statement, ever the cocky bitch despite his constant dramatics. You raise an eyebrow at him to indicate you dont believe him, "Please just let me look at it anyway"

Peter rolls his eyes and groans, smiling at you playfully while he does so - but he doesn't protest and takes you to one of the bathrooms with a fwip.

Though he does that all the time, you never expect it - and the speed always makes you feel ill and disoriented. You take a second to ground yourself, before getting the first aid things out of the bathroom cabinet to sort him out, and speaking to him as you rifle through it. "You're okay everywhere else yeah, nothing got through your suit?"

"You can check if you like" His tone is suggestive and he wiggles his eyebrows, and you roll your eyes at his answer - taking that as a no. He watches you for a second, and then sits down on the closed toilet lid before you have the chance to tell him to.

You move to stand in front of him, subconsciously situating yourself between his legs where he was practically manspread, and you push his goggles onto the top of his head, trying to make sure his hair stays tucked under them and out the way. The cut looks deep, and you wince a little thinking about it. You lock eyes with him as you pick up a little cotton pad and alcohol to clean the wound - you've done this a fair few times and he knows the drill, but you warn him regardless. "It's gonna sting a second Quickie"

You press the alochol soaked cotton pad on the wound, making sure to be gentle, and Peter grips onto the nearest thing when you do so, which happens to be your thigh. The feel of his hand on you shoots to your core immediately, and your breath hitches for half a second before you catch yourself and ignore it. You keep cleaning the wound, eventually moving on to clean the dried blood around it, and Peters leg is bouncing as he starts to get bored and restless.

You lock eyes with him and lean back a second. "Peter, sit still, find something in here to distract yourself im nearly done i promise" There's a certain look in his eye when he looks at you, and you can see an idea forming in his head, and you worry slightly what ridiculous idea you've accidentally caused him to have, but you get back to what you're doing anyway.

As you grab a roll of bandaid and scissors to cut it down to fit the wound, you feel a hand at the top of your thigh, fingers hooking into your panties to get them down a little - you try to ignore it and focus on finishing what you're doing, holding the roll up unrolling a little bit to see how much you need.

You hear a little cocky laugh from Peter as his finger prods at your folds and you could have ripped his suit off him there and then. But you try not to react, steadying your breathing before you look at him. "Whats funny"

He looks up at you, a shit eating grin on his face. "You're so wet and i haven't even touched you"

A pink shade dusks over your cheeks as you roll your eyes, in your head you know exactly what made you wet, but you know he'll poke fun at you for it so you don't tell him. "Shut up"

You cut a bit of a bandaid off the roll, big enough to fit the wound, and as you do so, he slides a finger into you, thrusting it in and out at a painfully slow pace - but he doesnt take long to slide a second finger in. He is still in his suit, and the gloves of the suit feel weird. The feeling is foreign but good. Your breathing goes a bit shaky as you try to concentrate, putting the roll down and picking up the bit you cut off, flipping it around to peel the back off, struggling a little fiddling with it.

Peter speeds up his fingers, curling them inside you to hit the spot that makes you whine a little, earning the same shit eating grin as before as he makes sure to keep hitting that spot. He brings his other hand to circle your clit as you finally get the back off the band aid, and you moan out as he draws figure 8's over the sensitive bud. "Fuckk Peter"

You stick the band-aid over the wound carefully but quickly, placing your hands on his shoulders as soon as you're done, breathing heavily and whimpering a bit. "Peter please"

He speeds up the finger on your clit, practically vibrating it and you moan loudly, legs shaking as you try hold yourself up properly and your walls clench around his fingers a little.

Thats when he stops. You look at him with pleading eyes "What the fuck"

He laughs a little "You've finsihed patching me up"

You look at him dumbfounded and annoyed, you open your mouth to protest but he speaks before you.

"You wanna check under my suit now?"

[sixosix]

( a/n ) light angst, hurt/comfort, PROFANITY WARNING, guys im so sorry this is so short but its all im capable of rn

special mention TYSM @earthtooz for proofreading i owe u my soul

he’s always been a little sensitive to people caring for him. he’s used to taking care of others, to have his parents let him get away with everything, and he’s spent his life isolating himself from people who would see him past what he is but for who he is.

reo rolls his shoulder to shove your hand off of him, frowning at the wall. “you know me well enough already, don’t you? you know that i hate it when you get like this.”

“this isn’t good for you, reo. you’re destroying yourself,” you snarl, jabbing at his back. “i’m sick of seeing you like this. i’m not a babysitter, nor your therapist.”

“i’m not asking you to worry about me, am i?” he snaps, finally turning to meet your eyes.

anger boils in your chest, but you let it simmer with a few deep breaths. reo isn’t thinking properly right now, raving on and on about not working hard enough, and how he isn’t catching up. “there isn’t a professional boundary between us, i care for you because i love you. right now, when you say shit like that? i can barely give a fuck about you anymore.”

reo’s sharp scowl falters around the edges, giving way to confusion. “where are you going?” he demands when you make your way to the door.

“away,” you say, slipping your shoes on and refusing to look at him. “you said you need space, right? then i’ll give it to you. we’re over.”

“fine.” his tone is biting, but his voice sounds strange. “fine…”

he’s still lethargic, you tell yourself; he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and he’ll regret it later. but he doesn’t stop you.

maybe if you were to glance back at him one last time, you’d see the broken expression on his face hitting him right after.

from the start, reo’s always been expecting you would leave him. everyone does that to him, anyway. even nagi, who he still considers his best friend. it was a little too good to be true with you, so he tells himself that this was bound to happen. that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when it finally happens.

reo groans, shoving his face into his pillow. his friends snicker at his misery, so reo does what he needs to and flips them off with two hands. but as a groveling man with his face hidden by his sheets, it does not paint the intimidating picture he wanted.

“it hasn’t even been that long,” nagi remarks. he doesn’t spare reo a glance so unfortunately, he doesn’t get see reo flashing him with his middle finger.

“mmrgh,” reo says, still pressed against his bed.

isagi pats him on the shoulder, which doesn’t help anyone, but it’s the thought that counts.

“record him, record him, do it,” bachira says, clapping nagi on the back repeatedly, his strength enough to jostle him back and forth. obediently, nagi follows, pointing his phone camera right at a moping reo.

“day two without y/n,” nagi says to his future audience. “barely holding on.”

“i feel awful,” reo groans. “y/n blocked me.”

“do you regret what you said?” isagi asks.

“‘course i do,” reo hisses, offended that he would even ask that. “i was an asshole. y/n was right—y/n’s always right. i’m stupid.”

bachira snorts, “keep fighting, reo!” and barely manages to dodge the pillow thrown his way.

the camera pans back to reo, who’s looking red in the face, awfully pathetic. “fuck off. don’t post that. y/n’s gonna see it and make fun of me when we’re back again.”

nagi posts it anyway.

chigiri hums thoughtfully, waving a hand in front of your face. “you don’t look like you moved on to me.”

you splutter, shoving his phone back onto him. you feel your heart pound in your ears and with the way chigiri smiles knowingly, you almost wonder if he can hear it, too. “shut up! why did he say that? i hate him.”

“sure you do. say what?”

“‘when we’re back together again’ like he’s so sure about it,” you try to say it like you’re angry, but your expression resembles reo from that video. it doesn’t come out as you want it.

reo looks much better now. nagi says that reo religiously followed your advice right after and has been faring better, which is a real shame since you can’t even see it for yourself. he looks less pale and much brighter, but instead of the anger you last saw him with, he’s just become a carbon copy of a wet blanket.

“aren’t you?” chigiri watches the post again, just to torment you with your sniveling ex. “getting back together again, i mean.”

“i’m leaving.”

“yeah? and go where? reo’s bed?”

“i’ll strangle you!”

[angelst4re]

heyy!! so I was wondering if you could do a like a oneshot of being enemies with jace and him teasing you about liking him and then it ending with him eating the reader out?? IM SO SORRY ITS VERY SPECIFIC LMFOOAOAOAOOA 💀💀

hi love!! ahh i had so much fun writing this!! i was tired when i wrote this so i got a bit carried away at the end and kinda turned this into an enemies to lovers... but i hope you like it!!

Heavenly Fire- Jace x Fem!Reader (he has too many last names.)

summary: in the request!

warnings: NSFW!! smut! porn with minimal plot... oral (f recieving)(jace is the king of giving head), fingering, first time(?), but no actual sex </3

notes: i couldn't think of a title for this :( fun fact: my shower isn't working right now that is what inspired me to write this! also i feel like i nailed jace's personality in this one, i always find it hard when i'm writing for jace because of his personality but this one...

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“God! Do you ever shut up?!” You turned around to Jace, who was following you towards the kitchen as Isabelle had just made lunch. 

“Now, I know I’ve been called heavenly, but a God? I’ve not heard that before.” He teased, earning an evil stare from you. 

“What are you talking about?” Isabelle asked, placing some bowls on the table of what appeared to be soup? 

“Jace is being a-“

“Y/n confessed her everlasting love to me, we’re getting married next week, I better go and inform Alec and Magnus-“ 

“Oh shut up, Jace! You know I don’t like you!” You gave Jace a shove before you sat down at the table. He snickered as he sat down opposite you, clearly happy with your reaction. 

“Keep telling yourself that, love.” He said under his breath before Isabelle joined the two of you at the table. 

There was no denying Jace was attractive, it was almost annoying how he always looked perfect. His perfect blonde hair and his perfect eyes and his perfect smirk and his perfect body- But that wasn’t why you hated him. You hated him because he was such an asshole all the time. He knew he was good looking, and he was overly confident- or so it seemed to you. He never had an issue when it came to one night stands, but you noticed he could never hold down a relationship. You would never see him with the same girl more than once, sometimes twice on the odd occasion. Even you had longer relationships than that (although Isabelle would say being together for 5 days didn’t count as a relationship.)

After finishing the soup Izzy had made, you gave Jace one last glance before standing up and placing your bowl by the sink. 

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After a long day of training, it was no surprise that you were sweaty and needed a shower. So, naturally, you headed to your bathroom, locked the door and began to undress. But there was a problem. 

Your shower wasn’t working.

You sighed and stepped back out, taking your robe which was hanging up by the door and slipping it on, tying it up, and unlocking the bathroom door again. 

You hoped that Isabelle would let you use her bathroom, as the spare bathrooms were tiny and quite frankly disgusting. But as you got closer to her room, you could hear music being played, and as you put your ear to the door you heard not only Isabelle’s voice but also Simon’s. You quickly dismissed this idea. 

But that meant you only had one more option. Jace. 

Alec was most probably at Magnus’ apartment, so you could use his shower- but you wouldn’t want to do so without asking him first. So you had no other choice. 

You felt a strange buzz of anxiety in your belly as you knocked on Jace’s door, all you wanted to do was have a shower, there’s nothing to be anxious about!

As he opened the door, you were met with a shirtless Jace, his hair damp and slightly wavy, his-

“Come to discuss our wedding, love?” He teased you, eyeing you up and down, trying to figure out if you were actually wearing anything beneath your robe. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and shook your head. 

“Jace, look, my shower isn’t working and Izzy has Simon over. I didn’t want to have to bother you but-”

“You want to take a shower with me? Without taking me to dinner first? Wow-”

“No, no! I meant, I- You-” You suddenly became quite flustered, unable to think of anything other than the sight of him in the shower, hair dripping, the way the water would fall on his body- Stop! You were sure you were blushing now, and as you looked back up at him, he confirmed it with a devilish smirk. 

“What’s got you so pink in the face, sweetheart? I thought you hated me?” He taunted you, and you couldn’t take it any more. The throbbing between your thighs was becoming almost painful as you wrapped your arms around his neck and captured his lips with yours in a needy kiss. You couldn’t help but think about what this would do to his ego. He was going to become unbearable to live with, but in the moment you couldn’t help yourself. He was so fucking hot, you could never truly hate him. 

You pushed him backwards a little, so you were both in his room with the door shut. If Isabelle saw the two of you right now, she would never shut up about it, telling you I told you so. You always denied your feelings towards Jace, hiding them with hatred, and he always expressed his feelings through teasing you, causing you to ‘hate’ him even more. 

Quickly, you pull away from Jace before he had the chance to rest his hands on your waist. 

“Oh, fuck!” You hid your face with your hands, turning away from Jace. You were such an idiot. 

“What is it? Did I do something wrong, I-” Jace genuinely seemed confused, and quite panicked by your sudden change in attitude. 

“No. Well, actually, yes you have. You’re such an asshole, Jace. But I can’t help every time I see your perfect fucking face, or your… What I’m trying to say is this was a mistake. I-” You were shut up by lips crashing into yours once more, this time more passionate than the last. His hand cupped your face as the other held your waist, leading the two of you closer and closer towards the bed. He must have seen the way your eyes were so lust-blown only a few moments ago, as his hand creeped towards the place where your robe was tied, and within seconds it had fallen to the floor. 

You would have felt nervous, even anxious about your body being on display like this, especially in front of Jace as he pulled away from the kiss, but as soon as you saw the way he was looking at you, your worries disappeared. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became heavier. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hand gently placed on your shoulder. He slid it down your body, touching you for the first time. He gently caressed your breasts, massaging the soft flesh as small whimpers left your lips and your eyes fell shut. He took a moment to toy with your nipples, and that was when you let out an almost pornographic moan. At that, he dropped to his knees, his hand sliding down your torso until it rested just above your cunt. 

He placed kisses along your thighs before looking up at you, as if asking for permission. You eagerly nodded your head, you desperately needed him to touch you. 

He moved slightly and took one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder to put your slick pussy on full display for him. He parted your lips with two fingers, before leaning in and swiping his tongue along your clit. The action was so sudden that your knees buckled beneath you, so he moved once more and pushed you down onto the bed. As your back fell onto the mattress, he pulled you closer to him so your knees were hanging off his bed. Then, he resumed his attack on your clit. 

“Oh fuck! Jace!” You groaned, slapping one hand over your mouth and tangling the other in his hair as he ate you out. 

He sucked you clit between his lips, earning a string of moans to fall from your lips, and that’s when he decided to trace his finger over your hole, before replacing it with his thumb. He eased the tip of his thumb in before pulling it out again, watching as your hole pulsed, begging for more. 

Without any warning, he slipped his middle finger into you and curled it upwards in a ‘come here’ motion as he continued sucking, lipping and nipping at your clit. Your back arched and your legs wrapped around the man between your thighs, pulling him impossibly closer to you. 

“Shh, it’s okay, angel. Think you can take another one?” He teased, bringing a second finger to your entrance. 

Jace had assumed you were a virgin, and he was right. However, he knew you had touched yourself before. Occasionally, you would think you were home alone and your hand would travel between your thighs, small moans and whimpers would fall from your lips as Jace passed by your room. It took all his strength to simply walk past, especially when you would moan his name.

He slipped the second finger in, and you felt that familiar feeling in your belly. However, this time it felt ten times stronger. You were worried that you would actually explode when you reached your high. 

“I know you’ve been wanting this, angel. Coming undone on my fingers, my tongue. Pretending you hate me, but I could see straight through you. I knew all along you were just a little slut, isn’t that right? I knew just how jealous you would get whenever a girl would come home with me, just how angry it would make you. But it’s okay, they never meant anything,” his thumb replaced his mouth on your clit as he spoke, and his words went straight to your core, “I knew all along you wanted to be my girl. Cum for me and I’ll make your wish come true, cum on my fingers, darling, I know you’re close. 

Just as your orgasm washed over you and your thighs began to tremble, Jace leaned down and captured your lips with his. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips, followed by strings of profanities as his fingers continued to pump inside you, working through your high. You had never felt so… wonderful. You were gasping for air but Jace’s lips were still on yours, you could even taste yourself on his tongue. 

You wrapped both of your arms around him and held him close, hoping he would lie by your side when you finally came back to reality. However, he escaped from your arms and went into the bathroom to retrieve a soft, damp cloth to clean you up with. 

“Stay still for me, darling.” He chuckled as he spread your legs to clean up your messy cunt, but your thighs kept pressing together. However, he managed to clean you up and threw the cloth to the corner of the room, to a pile of clothes that needed washing. 

He helped you up the bed, so your head was against the pillows, and lied beside you, pulling you close to him in a warm embrace as your head rested on his chest. 

He stroked your bare back, causing you to shiver slightly as it tickled, which seemed to amuse Jace. 

“So what does this mean?” You asked, moving your head to look up at Jace who was sitting against the headboard, one arm behind his head. 

“What does what mean?” 

“Everything you said, about being yours?”

Jace took a moment to think, and you were filled with a sudden panic that he didn’t mean what he said, that it just felt right in the moment. 

“You can use my shower, sweetheart. When you’re finished, get changed into something nice, or not- but I don’t think you’d want to wear leggings and a hoodie on your first date.” He said, a smirk creeping up on his lips. 

“Are you, the Jace Herondale- who never dates- asking me out on a date?” 

“No, I’m not asking you,” he chuckled, playing with your hair, “darling, I’m telling you.”

[burntb4bydoll]

OMGG could you please write 2023!Tom with like a daddy kink if that’s okay? he’s literally just looks so…

UM YES?? IVE LITERALLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS EXACT IDEA FOR LIKE A WEEK NOW BUT DIDNT KNOW IF PEOPLE WOULD THINK ITS WEIRD OR SOMETHING

2023 Tom Kaulitz x fem!reader

Summery: you just want some attention from Tom :(

Warnings: daddy kink, hair pulling, praising, fingering, oral (fem!receiving) no real sex, Tom gives reader the princess treatment🤭

“Baby, please. Im doing something right now.” You dramatically huff out a breath and throw yourself onto the couch. Tom just rolls his eyes and continues to do whatever it is that he needed to finish on his laptop. You had been trying to get him to notice you for the past 3 hours, you had even took off your pants and walked around the house wearing nothing but his shirt and a lacy pair of underwear. Still nothing.

An idea pops into your head that makes you grin widely. You slowly creep closer to him and lean up against his side, tucking you head into his neck to give him light kisses. He doesn’t engage with you and continues to quickly type away on the small keyboard.

“I want your attention, please daddy..” his fingers suddenly stop typing, and his eyes open widely. He gazes down at you and you give him a little smile. The laptop was quickly shut and he moves your body so that you’re laying on the couch. His fingers slide up your throat and gently squeezes.

“What did you say?” He didn’t sound angry, he sounded flustered. You bring your hand up to hold onto his wrist and pout your lips out at him,

“I was just saying how I wanted your attention, daddy.” The confused look on his face slowly morphed into a look of lust. He pulls you into a messy kiss, moving his knee to rest in between your legs. One of his hands remains on your throat and the other comes up to tangle in your hair, giving it a tug to make you tip you head back.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you? Making me stop my work to play with you,” he scoffs quietly “you needed daddy’s attention that bad?” You can feel your body start to heat up at the nickname he called himself. Honestly, you didn’t think he would enjoy it too much, you just wanted to get a rise out of him. His hand gives you hair another tug and you groan,

“Mhm. I’ve been waiting for you to pay attention to me all day.” He smirks at how out of breath you sound.

“Well, I’m paying attention to you now. What do you want baby? You want my fingers? My mouth?” You nod your head as much as you can with his hand still gripping it tightly.

“Want both, daddy. Please..” he releases you from both of his hand and moves down to lay between your legs, pulling your underwear down with his teeth.

“Oh? You’re so greedy, princess.” He laughs, and you could feel his breath hit your soaking wet core. You arched your back slightly and a sharply inhaled. His hands massaged your thighs as he kissed around where you needed him the most. Not only had he been ignoring you, but now he’s teasing you? What an asshole.

“Tom..stop teasing, asshole.” Your words came out sounding demanding, which made his raise an eyebrow at you. You regret using that tone with him, but it was too late to take it back now. His hand comes back up to squeeze your throat harder than he had done before and pulled you to look at him.

“Hey, I was being nice and giving you what you’ve been begging for and thats how you talk to me? Say sorry.” Now he was the one demanding things.

“I didn’t mean it. ‘M sorry daddy..” you bat your eyelashes at him, trying to make him ease up on you. Luckily, he’ll give you whatever you want as long as you ask nicely. So he runs his tongue up your cunt until he reaches your clit. He starts to draw slow circles on it as two of his fingers poke through your entrance. You throw your legs over his shoulders and gently stroke his hair with one of your hands. “You’re so good, daddy. I love when you use your mouth~” you knew that being sweet to him would only make him give in to your desires more. He pulls his face away from you but keeps up the steady pace of his fingers.

“Yeah? You’re being such a good girl for me, baby.” You smile at him before he dives back down to suck on your sensitive clit. Whines and breathy moans leave your mouth as his fingers start to speed up. He can feel your legs start to clamp around his head and your walls start to tighten around his fingers. He curls his fingers inside of you, successfully hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Your hands tug on his long hair and he groans into your pussy.

“I know you’re close, I can feel it. Cum for me princess. Cum for daddy..” he cooed, watching as your eyes roll back and your back arch off the couch cushion. Your orgasm made your head spin, and you were mumbling all sorts of incoherent things without even realizing. Tom just smirks, knowing he’s no where near finished with you yet.

[etherealinowrites]

stray kids reacting to your father being emotionally abusive/maknae line

TW// mentions of anxiety, panic, suicidal thoughts, emotionally abusive family, gaslighting, troubled childhood, an asshole dad, eating disorders, reader who recovered from binge eating disorder so mentions of weight gain and loss, swearing, mentions of physical fighting

pairing- slightly chubby female reader x stray kids member

requested- yes

wc- around 0.5K for each member so 2K in total

part one, reactions masterlist, skz masterlist

taglist: @dreamescapeswriting @cocainee-queen @lix-ables @eastleighsblog @mwitsmejk @im-the-charmer

background-

“as if, look at her. i remember her taking gym during high school. haha! she would be out of breath in like, minutes.” you dad laughed, a glass of alcohol in his grip as he roared around the dinner table. “her and workout with a man as fit as you? impossible.”

your mother sent weak looks at him, then looked down, unable to say anything.

you sighed, rolling your eyes and sipping on some water while you dug your nails into your palm. old habits do die hard it seems.

after months of talking, you had finally agreed to come to one family dinner to introduce your boyfriend. however, you hadn’t expected your dad to be that much of an idiot and still joke about your sensitive points.

jisung

your hands had begun shaking from the amount of thoughts running through your head. hung down as you stared hard the floor, you tried to level your breathing as your father went on and on about all the ways in which you were horrible.

jisung couldn’t help the frown that he'd begun forming on his face. he knew your dad was not the best person in your life but you had never told him just how horrible he was? jisung sighed deeply once, trying to brush his anger away and turned to look at you.

the way your figure shook slightly under the words and your eyes had turned glassy made his frown turn into an angry scowl. 

within minutes his hand was on yours, holding it warmly in his grasp. you looked up, and he all but smiled at you with the most understanding look in his eyes. “its okay baby, i am here.” he mouthed, caressing his thumb on your hand as you began to tune out what your father had been crying about.

“i mean, i’m just being honest really, she was fa-” your dad continued, horribly making fun of you but jisung had has enough, he’d seen enough of you trying to let it go and your shivering figure made him snap.

“sir, we came here for a good time, but honestly this is not how you treat your guests.” jisung’s calm outburst had you biting your lip as your father sneered.

“oh why, does it hurt knowing how bad your girlfriend is? does it hurt realising the truth and knowing she lied to you-”

jisung let out a loud scoff as he frowned and pushed his chair back. “listen you old man, you are the one who needs to do some ‘realisation’ here okay? it's you who’s fucked in the head if you think that a person is only to be judged by their body, what the fuck is even wrong with anyone’s body? y/n was beautiful and will always be no matter what size she wears or what workouts she does. whatever y/n tells me is our business and for your kind information, she has told me all about her struggles and your shitty parenting so you don’t have to be an asshole anymore got it?” 

jisung got up, adjusting his clothes as he extended a hand to you. “let’s go baby, we don't need him talking to us anymore.”

you both ignored the indecent curses from your father as you nodded, grateful for his side by yours as he softly kissed your knuckles and led you out the door.

felix

felix was very protective of you, and his protectiveness had just increased tenfold when you'd told him about your past struggles with food, eating, body image and mental issues. he cherished you to bits and he couldn’t stand knowing that something was capable of hurting you when he was there to protect you.

naturally, it came as a huge shock to him when he realised that the biggest source for those issues was none other than the man you called father. 

he knew that you and him had a delicate relationship but he never knew just how delicate it was, to the point of it being non existent.

disgusted by your fathers words, he didn't waste a second and taking your hands, lifting you up. ““i mean, i’m just being honest really, she was fa-” your dad continued, making felix’s expression turn to stone.

“shut the fuck up, you dickhead.” felix growled, making you widen your eyes as your father looked taken aback.

“what the-.” your father cursed back, angering felix further.

“what? you think you can just sit here an insult my y/n just because you’re her father? well news flash, her boyfriend loves her the same and even more now, bloody thanks to you for making him realise how brave she has been for suffering through life with a sorry excuse of a father like you.” felix spat, making you stare at him in awe.

“oh and just for the record, i would love y/n regardless of her appearance.” felix yelled over his back as he led you both out.

seungmin

seungmin was someone was very practical in every situation. never mind how panic inducing, seungmin always maintained his cool however. seeing your father continuously insult was pricking his nerve.

he tried to control himself. really, you’d told him multiple times about how your father and you had a broken relationship yet he had no idea it was this bad. he almost felt guilty for not realising this sooner.

when he realised how abusive your father was and how much you’d actually endured and still were, he took a deep breath before taking your trembling hands.

“we’re leaving you shit ass excuse of a father.” was all seungmin spat your father who looked shocked.

“let’s go baby, these people don’t deserve our time.” he calmly helped you get up, holding you close as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“i have always loved y/n since i met her and i always will no matter what she looks like or what she does. she is perfect to me in every way.” he hissed at your father angrily, making your turn as he led you out the door.

“don’t worry baby, we won’t ever come back. you know that i love you right?”

jeongin

jeongin waited, clenching his fists under the table as he took deep breaths. he hated people like your father, people who had little to no sense of common etiquette. he hated these kinds even more when they affected you in a negative way.

he could only grit his teeth in silent anger as he remembered his promise to you to no react. he knew very well about your father's horrible nature towards you but this was something that crossed all lines.

even for what you had warned him about, this was seriously a real human violation in jeongin's eyes. his eyes snapped dangerously towards your father as he realised with a sinking realisation that your parents were unaware of your past struggles with mental health and disorders. disturbed to his core, he let out a deep breath before he turned to check in on you.

the sight of you scrunched inwards, head down and shivering hands snapped the last piece of restraint that had him holding.

“i mean, i’m just being honest really, she was fa-” your dad continued but jeongin had had enough.

"thats it!" he cried out, leaning down to stare your father in the eyes. "i will not sit idly while you disrespect my y/n with that filthy mouth of yours. have some sense as a human you prick. don't ever invite us here ever again or i swear i will punch you in your shitty face, got?" he growled lowly, his hometown accent creeping into tone that made his threat seem scarily realistic.

"lets go love, they don't deserve our time." he turned to you, voice in a completely different tone as he softly took your hands, cooing at you to stand up.

"you know that i will alwasy love you babe right?" he sighed, pressing a kiss to your head as he mumbled in your head.

"i love you too, thank you jeongin."

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a/n: i hope you like it!

[bluelangel]

hi! this is the first time i write for daryl and the first time for tumblr as well. i dont really know how to use this app but im gonna find out!! i hope you like it, i don't write anything in ages so sorry if this is shitty. also, English it's not my first language so it may have mistakes in this, sorry.

-> warnings: smut, p in v smut, some praising kink? idk. virgin reader, female reader, light dom daryl.

-> notes: hes so hot pls rail me

You and Daryl were together since de start. Not romantically together, unfortunately, but surviving together. He and Merle found you living inside of a abandoned car, you were living there for three days and were glad they found you because you were running out of water and food.

So you joined them, for Merle dismay. He didn't seem to like you very much, said you weren't their responsibility, a burden, that's what you were to him, always calling you a cry baby or whining or stupid or helpless. Daryl didn't said any of those things about you, but he never stopped Merle from been a asshole either.

One time on the road, you fall while trying to kill a walker. Merle and Daryl had caught four of them and you thought you could at least put one down. Wrong, the dead beast har hard to kill, which caused you to fall and with it on top of you, trying to eat your face, you put your hands on its chest so he wouldn't bite your face off. You screamed for Merle's help since he was the one closer to you, but he just looked at you and scoffed.  Then you felt the dead thing weight leave your body and were finally able to breathe again. Daryl looked at you after sinking his knife into the walker's head.

"What did I tell ya, girl? Stay behind me! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Sorry" you said, and then the three of you were back in the road again.

After some days you found Shane and his group, Daryl didn't trusted none of them, that's why he told not to go on runs or be alone with those people. You, on the other hand, really liked them, and by the time you've grow fond of them all.

That brought all of you to the prison, not all of you though, a lot of your people couldn't make it.

The prison never had so much people, Woodbury citizens were living with you now after the fight with the governor.

You were talking to Gary, one of the Woodbury people, he was around your age and really pretty, didn't make yoyr type though, you've always liked older men better. But Gary was fun and turned out to be a good friend.

You felt a arm around your shoulder and didn't need to look up to know who it was. His strong men scent did the job. He couldn't see you next to a man that he was by your side in a instant. He said he didn't trusted this guys around you, that they were looking for a pretty young girl to fool around and them leave, and you didn't deserve that, his words.

"Get lost, boy" he grows. Rude. Gary try to say something but Daryl grows again and he disappears.

"That was rude" you said.

"He should be doing his damn job not be here hitting on you." He took two plates laying on the table and start putting some dry meat and cooked eggs. He beckoned you to sit and you did, then he put the plate in front of you on the table and said: "Eat." Then go back putting him some food and sitting next you. "What were you two talking about?" He shoved some eggs in his mouth.

"Nothing important. He just wanted to take a walk with me and watch the sun go down." You ate some of the eggs and take a bite of the dry meat. You were actually excited for this, in your 24 years of life you've never had a date before, nor a boyfriend, and even though this wasn't what you thought your first date would be, you wanted to enjoy a simple thing as this. Maybe this was the day you would finally lose your virginity.

He scoffed but didn't say no more.

You waited for Gary to show up, but he didn't. So you get up from the bench and started walking to your cell, the sun already down.

"So how was it?" Maggie said, coming your way, she looked excited to know all about.

"It wasn't." You just wanted to go to bed and sleep. Maggie followed you till you both were inside the cell, sitting on your bed.

"Oh, sweetie, did he said something?" She touched your face.

"He didn't even show up, Maggie! What a asshole! Daryl was right, this boys sucks." You sighed, crossing your arms. Maggie looked at you almost like she knew something. "You know what? I will confront him tomorrow. Yeah. I mean, he was the one that asked me out, he should at least show up before dumping me right?"

And that's what you did. Next morning you found him by the fences taking down the dead and went to him.

"So, why ask me out if you aren't gonna come? Just to make a fool out of me?" You were angry at him, how could he do that?

"I don't have time right now." He kept sticking the steel bar on to the walkers skull, he didn't even spare you a glance.

It was so humiliating, waiting for him there alone, people waking by and looking at you.

"I really thought you were a nice guy, you know?" He stopped what he was doing and looked past your shoulder, you followed his eyes and found Daryl looking back.

"And I really think you're nice and really pretty, but anytime you're close that guy is there, watching like a hound dog." He looked at you this time.

"Did Daryl told you something?" You looked him down, waiting his answer.

"He told me to fuck off and leave you alone, and even though you're pretty, you're not worth being beat up." He then go back doing his job, the sound of the walkers' skulls breaking ringing in to your ears.

That night you heard a knock at the cell door. You knew who it was, but you didn't want see him, not now. He opened the door and entered, not waiting for your permission.

"What do you want, Daryl?" You were lying on your side, hands under your head.

"Wanted to talk to you. To say I'm sorry." You then sat on the bed, watching and waiting for him to finish. "I didn't wanted you dating him. He don't deserve you."

"You make no sense, Daryl" you simply said.

"Telling you that I don't want you dating him doesn't make sense?" He came closer, looking straight to you in the dark room.

"Yes, you don't make any sense." You got up and walked to him. "You treat me like I am yours to take care, but I'm not really yours. You don't want anyone to date me, but you don't want me either.  You act like a protective boyfriend but you are not my boyfriend! You don't no one to have me but you won't have me! Yes, you make no sense at all."

He looked right to your eyes, his tongue getting out to wet his pinky lips, his chest rising and falling every time he took a long breath.

"Who said I don't want you?" His fingers tangled with your hair while his mouth came to find yours.

You never thought he would be this gentle, his left hand caressing your cheek while his tongue danced with yours. His lips felt like heaven and his tongue felt like paradise. He roared into your mouth when he heard you whining and broke the kiss.

"Still think I don't want ya?" His finger dragged a line to your lips to your chin. "I dont want you with anyone else because you're mine, baby."

You didn't need anymore explanations, you threw yourself into his arms, your arms around his neck. Daryl's hands flew to your ass, rubbing your covered pussy at his crotch, which make you moan against him.

"Please, Darrie." His fingers tangled and tugged at your hair until your mouths parted and you were staring at him with lust in your eyes. "I want you." You whine.

"You want my cock, sweetheart? Is that it?" You nodded. You were more than ready for this, your cunt dripping since he fir kissed you. "Want me to fuck you?" You squirmed as you heard those dirty words coming out of his mouth.

You never wanted a man like you want him, you just wanted him to fuck you hard and rough till you pass out. And all though you were a virgin, you had this fire inside you, ready to explode.

He dragged you to your bed and started taking your clothes off til you were naked in front of him. It was dark and the only thing illuminating the room was a candle, but you could see him perfectly. His beautiful eyes staring at your naked body like a animal ready to attack its prey.

"This is all mine" he grows, lying on top of you. "This pussy is mine." His fingers traveled to your private area, dragging circles on you clit. "This tits are mine." His mouth taking your breast and sucking on it.

You were over the moon, you couldn't even talk, just moan and tug at his hair. His fingers working on your sensitive bud until you were panting, he then put a finger inside your wet pussy, making you squirm and scream.

"Fuck, baby you are so tight. I'ma gonna have to open you up for my cock, huh? You think you can take it?" His finger circled your canal while his thumb worked on you clit. "I'ma gonna make this virgin pussy come real good." You never told Daryl you were a virgin, you didn't knew he knew. That was embarrassing. Your cheeks were hot and your eyes were shut, enjoying the most amazing thing you ever felt in your life. Till you felt like your body was boiling and was about to explode. Screams and moans came out of your mouth as you came, your breath heavy in your chest and Daryl's fingers deep in your pussy.

"That was so good, darrie." You felt relaxed, like you just get out of a hot shower.

"You want more, baby?" You nod to his question. He took his clothes off in less then ten seconds and was already on top of you, his cock touching your mound, it was heavy and thick and scared you a bit. "Relax for me, pretty girl." He took your legs and positioned on his hip, but didn't thrust at you yet. "You are the most beautiful woman I ever seen. So caring and gentle and passionate." He kissed you once again.

"I love you, Darrie." You couldn't control yourself, covering your mouth after saying.

"I love you, baby." He found his tip with the opening of your desperate cunt and pushed all his length inside you.

It was so thick it felt like was parting you in half, and it felt so good.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good" he cursed, gis forehead touching yours.

"Ohh, God, Darrie!" you moan. "It's sooo good. Go harder please."

"You wanna me to go harder?" and he did, his hips going against yours, his huge cock coming out and coming in hard and fast inside you, making the most sinful noises you ever heard, and it turn you on so much. "I'ma gonna destroy this pussy, is that what you want?"

"Yes, God, yes!" you whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"I'ma gonna come inside this pussy. Make it mine." He roared.

"Yes, darrie. Right there, please!"

"Say you're mine, girl." He pounced hard in you, making you see stars.

"I'm yours, darrie, forever." You grabbed your tits and squeezed them.

"Fuck I'ma gonna come inside you, woman. Get you pregnant so all of them bitches know your mine."

That sent you on fire and you came, hard, with a desperate cry that Daryl has to put it down so you didn't wake the whole prison. With his left hand on mouth, his right hand under your knee, he fucked you while kneeling on the bed. Your sensitive cunt making wet noises while he indeed destroyed your pussy. You came again, felling his hot cum spurs inside you. He lowered himself and lay on top of your chest, his dick still inside you.

"Gonna make sure your pussy sucks all my cum."

And you both slept like that, tired and sticky with sweat.

Next morning you heard Rick say to Daryl: "Next time don't make so much noise, would you?"

You felt your cheeks hot and almost die of embarrassment.

[queenie-blackthorn]

this is far overdue, so heres an introduction post

• you can call me queenie, im keeping my real name anonymous • muslim (feel free to ask any questions, idm, theres no stupid questions only misinformation) • minor • my birthday is march 20th, astrology is full of shit because i am the epitome of a gemini but apparently im a pisces ??? no • she/her • poc • intp (i know way too much about mbti and not enough about other forms of typology, like socionics, enneagram, etc) • self-diagnosed autistic • my special interests include writing (either original work or fanfics) and psychology • hobbies include hyperfixating, reading, writing, listening to music, and ranting to my friends about books ive recently read

on this blog pretty much all i do is talk about my fandoms, which may include:

• riordanverse • shadowhunters • the folk of the air • the ascendance series • heartstopper • anne with an e

(its mostly the first two tho)

and then the slew of anime i watch, which ill link here

my asks are also open in case youd like to request headcanons or fanfics, but obviously i cant do it if i dont know the fandom, so please if its anything anime/manga related, i cant guarantee that ill know it, so try to include the name in the ask

i also have a side blog @queenie-says-free-palestine. dont think i need to clarify what the posts are abt

uquiz masterlist (uquizzes i made):

• assigning you an ascendance series kin • choose something about me and ill decide if i like you or not • i assign you a percy jackson kin except the questions are stupid

more to come

kinlist here

my tags:

#queenie doesnt shut up #eka asks

dni if you are:

• zionist • ableist • sexist (that counts as misogyny OR supporting #killallmen) • racist • religiophobic (including antisemitism) • xenophobic • proshipper • sexualise minors (real OR fictional. idc if you age them up)

masterlist of my writing

i do have an ao3 account, which i will link here, but i only have like two works up on there as of april 2023

i also have a wattpad account, but its just the same fics as my ao3 account

also please follow the writing blog i made with my friendsss

tagging people who deserve some love:

irl: @itadori-yujiii - sister who is always on the receiving end of my rants @tinadablackthorn - other sister, sometimes forget she exists tbh @greenmanwiththesauce - asshole friend who exists solely to make me question my existence @velversess - my parabatai ily @1tomie1 - one of my irl friends who is literally me but not really @maybecordelia - cousin but also best friend also my fangirl buddy 🫶🫶 @ada-apolog1st - frenemy 😘😘

online (all of which are very cool people w amazing taste) @aliciasfantasyxox - online-friend-in-law we have not conversed but hello @moondust-on-the-hijabi - one of the first friends i made on here :D lovely lady lin rules over EVERYTHINGGG @that-multi-fandom-hijabi - ARAB MUSLIM AROACES UNITE !!!! @nerdy-girl3791 - showed up one day n i love seeing you around yes hello @sleepy-vix - someone who likes heartstopper, bsd, sk8, thats hot people shit right there @loife1m - LOLLIPOP :DD my love you are a breath of heaven walking upon this beautiful earth STAY STRONG BABES @someonewhogotanaccount - rambling twinsies whos basically a confused n optimistic me @heartstars - MY LITTLE SISTER I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH @reyna-obsessed - my darling mini come lets be gremlins together @hijabi-desi-bookworm - STOP CALLING ME [redacted nickname] OR I SWEAR TO GOD ILL SMITE YOU (jk ily esme<33)

yea thats pretty much it, may update later idk

[yandereloversblog]

Hello ! Its me again !

Our interview has been going smoothly so far and im looking forward to continue this interview until I got all the information I needed! I hope I don't cause any disturbances over you but let's get this done!

! [ 𝗙𝗡𝗔𝗙 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ] !

Which one of the yandere would want to have a 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰!s/o who always taking the situatio calm and doesn't like violence.

Remember... 𝗜 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞!!!

📜🎙️- 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻

𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

Interview Anon I hope to God you meant pacifist- I lowkey had to Google the difference cuz I didn't know either but anyways!

For ! [ 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 ] !

I definitely think Original Freddy, Lolbit, Rockstar Bonnie, Glamrock Freddy and Glamrock Foxy would enjoy having a darling like that.

Original Freddy doesn't exactly like getting messy with all the blood and wounds, talking usually solves everything for him considering how intimidating he can become, and he'd enjoy a Darling who has less chances of getting hurt because they don't throw themselves in a physical fight.

Lolbit really admires how you try to stay calm and deal with everyone while using words rather than insults, cuz yeah that's it! Please don't get hurt! He himself will take care of any asshole who tries to hurt you.

Rockstar Bonnie is a chill dude and while he doesn't have a preference for his Darling he'd really enjoy the company of someone who doesn't like violence, not to mention he's always keeping an eye out for you if you ever try to break off a fight or are arguing against someone who will hit you.

Glamrock Freddy would be really pleased, I consider him a pacifist too to some degree and he's happy you know violence isn't everything. But boy is he STRESSED because you don't have anything to defend yourself with -even it you assured him you took defense classes just in case- so he'll be sure to protect you no matter what.

Glamrock Foxy is too tired for the bullshit that happens inside the Pizzaplex, so to have a Darling who'd rather keep it calm and not participate in violence or other dangerous situations will bring him at peace, but just makes him even more annoyed when someone tries to fight with you, he'll literally try to kill them.

For ! [ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ] !

For sure Naoto, Hinata, Mitsuya and Kakucho are the clear choices.

Naoto doesn't like violence either so for his Darling to rather choose words and safe situation so they don't fight is like a dream come true to him. He knows you won't get in trouble, even if you he knows it wasn't your fault so somebody else's ass is getting arrested.

Hinata has the same mindset as you so I definitely see the two of you enjoying a calm life together, of course if someone dares bother you she won't hesitate to do something to them, the gall of someone to make you upset and annoyed- let alone hurt you.

Mitsuya, despite being in a biker gang and knowing well that violence sometimes IS the answer, will most definitely enjoy having a Darling who steers clear of violence and trouble. Though he will try to teach you some self defense just in case you come across some assholes.

Kakucho has known too much violence already so someone, especially a Darling who'd rather just talk and not want anything to do with that will be a welcomed breath of fresh air... But he's just extra protective of you in response because of the possibility of you getting targeted.

[happilychiefnightmare]

pouges

heyyy this is a silly little blurb read it or don't I don't mind (:

Pouges POV

"So let me get this straight, you want to go to the house-sorry, mansion that's not to mention HEAVILY guarded, of THE Y/N to ask for help, who could literally kill us without hesitation? Am i correct"

With a roll of the eyes "Pope your always freaking out on us man if its not one thing it's another and honestly... I'm sick of it you never go with any of my plans"

"That's because all your plans lead to death."

Meanwhile back at the mansion with y/n, punching could be heard and grunting and yells of agony.

I-im sorry p-please it won't happen again

Really? You promise it won't happen again?

Yes! Yes I swear I will never do it again

Nah I couldn't give a shit mate, you were pissing me off anyway

You stabbed him in the leg twisting the blade while listening to the sweet melody of his screams.

Now, If you ever touch him again I will kill you and if you try to run, I'll find you and then ill kill you, got it?

He muttered something under his breath

What was that?

He smirked

Answer me

Fuck you

I scoffed, the audacity of this man. I stared at him and couldn't help but laugh I couldn't stop

You dumb fuck, I was going to let you live.

I cocked my gun.

Any last words?

I should've killed him

And just as I was about to pull the trigger the door bursts open.

Now, either you are a rude wanker who's going to die or the pouges are in danger. Either way if I turn round and you don't give me a darn good reason as to why you've barged into this room I'm going to throw this knife into your skull.

I turn around and it's the pouges

Hey guys! I haven't seen you in a while

I turn to the asshole

Say hello to are guests

My grip on his neck tightens and a pistol whip him

h-h-hello

I smiled and turned back to them

So, what can I do for you pouges?

Can I ask a question first?

Sure, go ahead, anything at all

Whos the guy all bloodied up?

I stared at her confused

What guy?

She pointed to the asshole

I looked down

Ohhhhh, I don't think that's relevant he's going to die anyway after you leave

They stared at me

Fineeeeeeee but this isn't fair you guys are peer pressuring me which isn't cool by the way

I turned the asshole around

This is Mr maybank

JJs eyes go wide

Dude-what that my dad

Yes it is, you are correct you win the prize. I say with a wide smile but when I don't receive laughter I drop it. Just kidding

Why is he here?

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Heyyyyy thanks for reading this could potentially be a story and yes I know the grammar and the overall lack of who's saying what is really shitty however all you need to know is I thought of this while eating weetabix and the y/n character is like mix of the joker, tangerine from Bullet train, deckard shaw from fast and furious overall this character is really crazy but also fun but totally could kill you aswell. Stay if you want to see the progress and please be patient as soon as I have time ill fix this part of the possible story. The ongoing chapters will be to I higher standard of work I just needed to get this down before I forget. See you later alligator 🐊

[beauleifu]

Hihi Beau!! :D O was wondering if I could request a fluff (with lil bit o angst) of Strong Spider x a protective reader? The big guy gets picked on often but doesn't put up much of a fight, reader- however, is more than willing to stick up for the gentle giant :]]

YO HEY of cOURSE, anything for you dude!

sosorry i couldn'tfind a gif for Strong Spider THEY NEED TO MAKE SOME

Referring to Strong Spider as Goliath in this one cause im pretty sure that might be his actual name hope thats okay? Anyways hope you enjoy its like, roughly 1.4k oneshot, HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT

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GOLIATH X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Goliath. Large, intimidating, and mild-mannered. How could anyone pick on this sweet cinnamon bun? You're baffled as the events of today totally crush your assumptions, but you just have to make sure nothing gets taken personally.

TW: Language, mild injury

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"Where the hell are you two going?"

You flash Huntsman a warning glare as you stuff whatever you need in your bag; wallet, phone, license, the whole shebang. "Out. We're just going . . . out."

"Ha! The Queen ain't gonna be happy about you wanderin' off," Huntsman snickers, but he doesn't sound worried about what fate has in store for you. In fact, the cocky spider demon seems to enjoy the thought of you getting in trouble.

"It's not like I'd get anything productive done here with you nagigng."

"You can't get shit done anyways."

"Like hell!"

Loud, thunking footsteps reach your ears. Someone's been listening.

"Uh . . . guys? If Huntsman wants to come with us, (Y/N), I wouldn't mind," Goliath offers awkwardly, sending a trying smile your way.

Ah, well, your soul lifts at the sight of him.

"Nah, Huntsman would rather die."

Said asshole scoffs, an offended gurgle sounding in his throat. "I'm not goin' on some shitty field trip to the mall. Especially not with you goons."

"The feeling is mutual," you scoff, backing up a few steps.

He eyes you piercingly. "You're actually going? What if I tell the Queen, huh?"

"Go ahead!" You retort.

"Fine! Suffer!"

"Uh- actually, I wouldn't do that," Goliath pipes up, finger raised in objection. "We're just going shopping, Huntsman."

The assassin glares at the larger spider, to which you immediately bristle at. "Pfft, I never asked for your opinion, big guy. You just make sure they don't do anything stupid, otherwise the Queen will have my hide, because she always blames me for the shit you pull off," Huntsman growls, eyes flashing. "Got that?"

Goliath puffs a sigh. "Yeah, all right."

"Over my dead body," you mutter under your breath as the idiot stalks off. You're grateful none of Goliath's other spider friends are nearby, or they, too, would have something to say about your trip.

You're pissed at Huntsman for going off on Goliath as well, and you're irked that it might put a damper on your day.

Swiftly, you turn to face the giant. "So! Ready?"

"Oh! Yeah, guess so. . . ." He says bashfully, smiling and rubbing the back of his neck. Some of the anger fades at the look, and you're suddenly smiling like an idiot.

"You're adorable."

***

So you lied.

Ah, well. Huntsman doesn't deserve the truth, anyways.

You and Goliath actually had plans to visit the botanical gardens today, and the Spider Queen is well aware of this. Sure, you had to beg for your life as well as her permission, but it should be worth it.

Even if some things don't go as planned.

"Those are pretty," you say, pointing at a particular patch of lotus flowers resting atop a shiny pond. "And so cute!"

"Yeah, it's pretty small," Huntsman says, smiling distractedly.

You follow his gaze.

It appears that your beloved companion is watching a family in the distance. They're currently observing a large patch of garden work - they should be admiring the different colors and species flowing effortlessly together to create a parade of entertainment. But . . . no. It doesn't seem so.

The family keeps glancing Goliath's way.

That doesn't sit well with you. Especially with the looks they're giving the cinnamon roll; contempt, hate, judgement. Disgust, even.

It disgusts you.

Ever since spider demons were officially accepted into society (at the expense of a LOT of rules and plenty of legislations being passed, regarding the restriction of their taste for human flesh. Yeah, it still gives you anxiety just thinking about the paperwork), people have had nothing else to talk about. You notice that most of the topics centered around spider demons aren't very friendly.

To witness it in person as you catch the hushed mumbling, to see their hateful eyes pass over Goliath's large figure, well . . .

A fire is set ablaze in your chest.

You glance back at Goliath, eyes narrowing at his features. He won't look at you; instead, his eyes are dully fixed on the plants you two walk past. A small frown is plastered to his face.

One of the children suddenly speak up. "Mama, what's that??"

The mother quickly hushes the kid and ushers them away. "Don't worry about it. Just one of those monsters you read up in books. But don't worry, he's not-"

"Not what?"

The family promptly stops, all heads simultaneously turning. Your gaze is as cold as ice.

"Sorry?" The mother asks, looking uncomfortable.

Goliath suddenly lays a hand on your shoulder. You blink, head tilting so you can meet his eyes. His own are gentle, full of sadness and understanding. "We shouldn't cause a problem, (Y/N). Let's just go home."

Wha-

He wants to bail?

The fury you feel at the family's blatant disrespect cannot be compared to, cannot be put out.

But Goliath's large hand suddenly takes yours, his grip light as he tugs you away from the group across the pond. A light breeze blows past, disturbing the mother's hair which had been over her eyes.

You see the look on her face now. Disgust.

"Let's go visit a different section, honey," her significant other murmurs, pushing the stroller further down the path. "If you don't like the spider-"

"Yeah, let's go. Pray the universe sets that thing on fire, kay?"

Her partner snorts. "Oh?"

"Fucking monster. Why the hell did the government let them into society, anyways? It just sickens me."

You stare.

The world is suddenly a blur.

You're running. Clearing the pond in two quick leaps, water splashing all over your clothes, legs, and arms. The woman has no time to react. You raise your arms high, high over your head, and bring them down on her shoulders, forcing her to lose her balance and stumble.

Eyes wild and glaring, you brandish a haughty middle finger down at her; she merely looks back with an astonished expression, chest heaving.

"Fuck you," you snap. "Fuck you!"

She swallows, completely confused and yet - defeated. Victory.

Oh, wait.

You forgot to note her partner, who's the devil in disguise as they tap lightly on your shoulder. Fuck.

***

"That was so worth it."

Goliath casts his arms out. "No it wasn't - you were seriously hurt! Since when did that make attacking a stranger worth it??"

You roll your eyes fondly, keeping your head still as Syntax assess the damage done to your face. Both adults had done a number with their fists, but you'd made sure to give them a hell of a time (curses and fists galore).

Funny, Goliath was the one to keep the children away.

What lessons did they learn, hmm?

"Goliath, chill. I'm fine," you say, closing your eyes under Syntax's instructions. The scientist asked zero questions, knowing perfectly well he'd get all his answers through Goliath's frantic explanation.

"Sure," the gentle giant huffs, regarding you defeatedly. He still looks enormous despite sitting down at the edge of the couch.

You frown. "Aww, don't be like that."

"Oh - yeah. Okay. I just . . . why did you get so mad?" He wonders.

Syntax catches your eye and deadpans. "If I may offer a guess; they don't use their brain before acting out. I'm fairly certain you've got one hell of an impulsive human on your hands, Goliath."

You huff. "Thanks, tech nerd."

"Just doing my job."

"Passing biased judgement isn't your job and you know it. Anyways." You ignore Syntax's irritable glance and open your eyes to face your spider demon. Brow furrowing, you lock eyes with Goliath and sigh; "They said some pretty awful things about you. I'm surprised you didn't say anything, like, didn't that all make you feel mad?"

Goliath blinks patiently. "Oh, sure. I just handle things differently."

"Thank God," Syntax mutters.

Huffing, you push the scientist aside, having assumed you're all fixed up (not before getting a sour complaint from the tech savvy). Hopping off the couch, you join Goliath on the floor.

"I just want you to know that what they say doesn't matter. Never will. You're not a monster."

As Syntax exits the room, Goliath lowers his gaze and nods.

"I know."

Pausing, you take his hand in yours (you're unable to fit his in both of yours combined, but it's honestly adorable). Tracing fond patterns into the purple skin, you smile up at him. "Good. 'Cause you're amazing and they're all gonna see that one day."

"Ehh . . . I wouldn't bet on it," Goliath says awkwardly.

You wink mischievously. "Ha! You know it's too late for that, dude."

"What's too late?"

Both of you glance over to find Huntsman walking past with the Spider Queen hot on his tail. He doesn't look too happy (to be fair, he never does), and regards you with a judgmental glare.

You shrug. "Nothing. It doesn't apply to you."

Goliath takes a second to realize what you mean, and when he does, he stares in astonishment. "(Y/N)!"

"Whaaaat?"

The Spider Queen breaks into an amused smile, eyebrows lifting. "Oh, was that a jest? Pretty sure it just flew right over Huntsman's head."

You nod respectfully. "Ah. Pity."

She snorts a laugh, and you turn back to Goliath. Score.

Today's been just swell.

[carry-on-every-neverland-magic]

Tears of the Kingdom is fucking beautiful

MILD SPOILERS

Okay so I have just completed the Great Sky Island (but am definitely gonna go back as some places I couldn’t get to and I need to stock up on stuff plus the nice constructs like the cooking ones etc are so freakin cute) but man this is so epic I mean I love Breath of the Wild even though I was late getting it, I’m not a gamer but Zelda and Animal Crossing are my jam and what I love about BOTW and TOTK is its you own adventure like sometimes I literally just ride my horse around looking at pretty ruins. TOTK is as phenomenal and beautiful as BOTW with that extra element of fun which makes different from BOTW because of all these new tricks and such but BOTW is magical and epic and charming and TOTK is too and I love all the new things like brightbloom flowers and a weird frog in a cave THERES SO MUCH and by FUCK the moment I dived from the great sky island down to Hyrule CHILLS MAN. I just love the imagination, the lore, the humour, the adventure, the beauty (and the fact that someone said Zelda is like lotr and I think thats why I love it so much) I’m just immersed I got zero sleep last night playing it xD But am really glad I figured everything out by myself. BOTW I had watched a lot of people play so I kinda had a plan going in like I wanted to unlock all the map, get all the armour etc to be able to freely travel and I loved that (and I used guides only for labyrinths and asshole shrines I couldn’t get past lol) but TOTK I wanna try and do it with no help. I haven’t even finished my last divine beast in BOTW xD I just love these games so much and I feel so excited and hyped playing TOTK im sobbing ON THE FLOOR its everything 

[erabundus]

anonymous && said... msg from katxgirlxoxo:

hi wanderer, i hope you don't mind messages but im a fan of your streams! you make games look easy. figured id try to reach out and say hi!

it's  purely  by  chance  that  ren  happens  to  open  the  message.  he's  scrolling  through  his  phone  —  largely  for  the  sake  of  keeping  his  hands  OCCUPIED.  he  feels  exhausted  in  a  way  that  words  hardly  manage  to  do  justice,  and  his  head  feels  like  it's  been  trapped  in  a  vice  that  just  keeps  squeezing  tighter.  his  breakfast  (  though  ren  supposes  it's  closer  to  lunch  now  )  is  a  VERY  NUTRITIOUS  pairing  of  ibuprofen  and  a  granola  bar  —  the  latter  of  which  he  takes  a  bite  out  of  and  can't  help  but  marvel  at  its  resemblance,  both  in  terms  of  taste  and  texture,  to  cardboard. 

he  looks  away  for  just  a  moment  to  toss  out  the  wrapper,  and  accidentally  clicks  the  dm  mid-scroll.  ren  blinks  down  at  his  phone.  ah,  damn.  well  now  it's  kind  of  an  asshole  move  to  leave  a  fan  on  READ  —  and  while  he  is  very  much  an  asshole  kind  of  person,  he  knows  the  importance  of  maintaining  a  positive  relationship  with  his  AUDIENCE.  they  are  the  ones  effectively  signing  his  paychecks,  after  all.  the  streamer  grumbles  a  bit  under  his  breath  as  he  pops  the  last  of  the  granola  bar  into  his  mouth.  (  what  flavor  even  is  this?  it  seems  STALE.  )  he  supposes  it  wouldn't  kill  him  to  say  something.  he's  been  occasionally  known  to  reply  to  people  —  even  if  it's  just  to  send  a  low  effort  little  emoji.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: lmao thanks 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: i think most of the people i play with are just worse 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: ... kidding 😇 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: but yeah. i appreciate it.

there. social interaction accomplished. he thinks he might go reward himself with a much-needed cup of COFFEE. ( hopefully that will be enough to make him feel like a human being ... )

[the-cat-chat]

January 6, 2024

Carrie (1976)

Carrie White, a shy, friendless teenage girl who is sheltered by her domineering, religious mother, unleashes her telekinetic powers after being humiliated by her classmates at her senior prom.

JayBell: Stephen King Month 2024 begins with a classic, Carrie. We debated about which version of Carrie we should watch and settled on this one, arguably the more well-known one.

Let's start with the things I like about this movie. I like the overall story. Abused daughter of an extremely religious mother, desperately trying to grow up in conditions that target her sense of worth and self-confidence. Carrie is a figure that you root for throughout, even as she finally breaks in the end.

The mother-daughter scenes I think stole the show. The actress who plays the mother managed to create incredible tension. Like Carrie, the audience almost holds their breath through the scenes, balancing on a wire, waiting for the mom to snap. The balance of power shifts between the two throughout the movie, each vying for control. Seeing Carrie act on her own power, without concern for her mom is both liberating and foreboding.

Now on to my grievances. First, the beginning locker room scene doesn't need to be as pervy as it is. And second, my biggest holdup with this movie is the ex "friend?" of Carrie, Sue. She constructs this big plot to have her boyfriend ask Carrie to the prom so she can have a good time or something. She goes through all this effort to "help" Carrie, even loaning out her boyfriend, and she doesn't even have a conversation with Carrie in the movie. I wanted a stronger reason for her actions. Also, has she never considered umm apologizing? Like saying I'm sorry for being an asshole? Maybe sit with her at lunch, hang out with her and make up for her action (or inaction) instead of this stupid plan.

Also, the female teacher is so hard to get a read on. Like she supports Carrie but she's also kind of abusive? I don't know. And finally, the end scene with Carrie snapping is kind of anticlimactic but I don't know if this is a limit to the special effects or something.

In the end, it's hard to compare movies like Carrie to what I like to call the heavy hitters (The Green Mile and Shawshank Redemption). But I'm going to give it more props simply because of the mother-daughter dynamic.

Rating: 6/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: Im not gonna lie- even tho im jazzed for Stephen King Month 2024- I was kinda like meh?? About Carrie- like existed but its from the 70s (being a notorious hater of the 70s horror we’ve watched bc the peeps are so dumb) and a girl gets revenge on the mean girls- right?? No- within seconds it had me.

First- the gym shower deal is so weird- like was that allllll necessary- cut to Carrie showering- uhhh who showers like that- excuse me for absolutely dissociating while I try remembering if I’ve already washed my face- but I think the answer is no one- then we have our big moment- and Carrie goes ballistic- and I completely pardon her from anything she does in the remaining run time of the movie. Bc those girls were sooo annoying and rude about a period - like maybe if you were 12? And even then you deserve what Carrie would do.

- quick aside:::: uhhhhhh why’s this or teacher slapping girls left and right???

Anyways Carrie’s mom totally needs some conditioner and a couple chill pills- like for realz. And then the plot to apologize by giving your bf to Carrie as a date to prom? Also was it a rule you couldn’t go to prom without a date bc that’s kinda something. Omigaaawd and the whole time these girls are insanely annoying and twisted and I’m so glad the one with the dumb hat had horrendous bangs.

- another aside::::: questions on the creepy Jesus in “Carrie’s Closet,” why do his eyes glow? Why’s he got real hair??????

But yeah- everything is total cringe in a bad way, yet survivable? The prom especially and like I felt like I had take a drug and everything slowed down…. Bc that tooook 4ever- like the one girl Sue who comes to I guess make sure her bf and Carrie win queen and king??? To figure out the bucket is above them and evil Chris and her stoopid dog of a bf (literally a golden retriever with only half a brain) are under the stage with the rope??? And then the pe teacher uuggg so dumb. Ohh and quick question- Tommy Ross keeps kissing Carrie (like was that part of the deallll) idk it’s a lot.

But the end that’s something. And I have to say I’m not a whimp- but the jump scare got me so bad I scared my cat. So that’s gotta be worth 4 points alone.

Rating: 6/10 Cats 🐈