#I just feel like the anger adds to the ambiance of the sex | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sunshineting · 1 year

Text

⭐︎two sides of the same fucked up coin pt2⭐︎ pt1

toxic!eren x toxic!reader

word count- 1563

summary- after you get your lick back, eren decides to show up at your house 😈

here’s pt 2 guys! :D hope you like it ♡

minors DNI PLS

Not even an hour had passed before you heard banging on your front door. Looks like Mr Jaeger got your pictures. You take your sweet time sauntering to the door. As soon as you open it, Eren bursts in with murder in his eyes.

“Where is he?!” He growls. His long hair looks a mess and his usually vibrant emerald eyes look tired.

“Where’s who?” You feign ignorance. Eren goes around the apartment looking for your one-time lover. He comes back to you in the kitchen after searching your bedroom and en-suite bathroom. He gets mere millimeters in front of you, chests touching, towering over you. You instinctively take a step back and tighten your robe. You didn’t need him finding out that you had nothing on up under it; you’d showered just before he came banging on your door.

“My fucking boss, Y/N? I fucked up one time and you fuck my boss?” Eren seethes. You take a sip of the tea you had prepared before he arrived.

“I sure did. You fucked that thirsty ass, red scarf wearing ass, split end having ass BITCH. My number one opp, the bitch that’s been hating on our relationship since day fucking one. You went low, so I took it to hell!” Your voice raises with each word. The two of you spend a moment in silence, looking in each other’s eyes. The both of you sigh.

“Why do you look so tired?” You question. Eren raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t act surprised. You know I can’t sleep without you,” he says, voice full of hurt.

“Yeah, well, I’ve barely been eating. So I guess we’re both fucked up,” you mumble.

“Two sides of the same fucked up coin, huh?” Eren quips. He wraps his arms around you and for the first time in a week, everything feels right. You embrace him back and lay your head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat calms you. Eren rests his head on top of yours. You stay like this for a while, just holding each other. That is, until you feel something hard start to press against you.

“Are you getting hard right now?”

“It’s cuz I love your lil dumb ass,” he says in a duh voice, “And I missed you.”

A smile creeps onto your face. “I guess I missed you, too, or whatever.”

Eren takes your throat and squeezes, just how you like. “You’re so mean. You better have missed me,” he says as you continue grinning up at him.

Eren still has you by throat as he leans down to kiss you. His tongue almost immediately enters your mouth, claiming dominance. You let him lead for now. Your hand finds its way to his bulge, long and hard. You stroke him up and down as he continues kissing you. The ferocity of his kiss sends heat straight to your cunt. No one has ever lit a fire in you the way Eren does. You pull away from his lips only for a moment to take him to the couch.

“Take your pants off,” you order him.

“Who put you in charge?” Eren asks with his brow furrowed.

“I’m still kinda mad at you, so you better do what I say.”

“I’ll give you ten minutes of this little dominatrix thing you got goin on. After that, your lil ass is mine.”

True to his word, Eren submits to you and removes his clothes before sitting on the couch. His cock looks so angry, just like him. It’s so long, laying hard and tall against his stomach. The vein you love so much is showing along his shaft and his balls just look so full. You kneel down before him, taking in the sight of him. Licking a looong stripe along his shaft, you feel him shudder. You take Eren’s tip in your mouth, suckling it. Eren reaches to grip your hair, but as soon as he does, you stop sucking.

“I didn’t tell you to grab my hair.”

Eren groans in frustration and rolls his eyes but still removes his hand. You go back to sucking him, taking him inch by inch until your nose is almost touching his pelvis. You massage his balls just the way he likes and feel him jerk his hips. You come up for air with a smile.

“Permission to speak?” Eren pants.

“Granted.”

“You suck my cock so fuckin good.”

The praise goes straight to your clit. You allow it to go to your clit but you can’t let it get to your head. This is no time for you to be his good little submissive. With his cock still glistening from your spit, you ease yourself into him. Eren just fills you like no other could. Even in this position, you feel him hit your cervix. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain that only he gives you.

“You feel how wet I am for you? Grab my hips.” Your pussy is soaked, dripping down the sides of him. His cock glides in and out of you easily as you bounce on him. Eren grips your hips tightly. You bring one hand to his throat and squeeze. He made it seem so easy when he did it to you. His neck feels so thick under your small hand.

“Your cock is all fucking mine. You’re mine,” you moan, “you cheat on me again and I’ll kill you.”

Eren gets all riled up hearing you be so possessive. He can’t wait to fill you with his cum.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. Your pussy sucks him in so good; it’s so warm and inviting. With one hand on his throat, you take your other hand and rub circles on your clit. Your cream coats your fingertips. Your orgasm builds and builds; you’re so caught up in chasing your high that you don’t notice Eren checking the clock on the wall. With your hips still in his hands, Eren pulls you off his cock and ruins your orgasm.

“What—?” You start.

“Times up, baby,” he smirks, “aww were you getting close? I could feel your little pussy milking me tighter.”

“You’re evil,” you whine.

“Awww,” he fake pouts. Eren picks you up and walks you to your bed. Being thrown on your bed surprises you, but turns you on even more. You love when he gets aggressive with you. He grips your ankles and pulls you close to him. You watch as he trails his fingers along your slit and brings them to his mouth.

“Flip over.”

You do as you’re told, getting on your knees and forearms. The fat head of his cock smears your slick along your folds. He massages your clit with his tip making you whimper.

“Erennnn!” You’re so desperate to cum at this point. Eren takes his precious time easing his full length inside you. Once he’s in, he delivers a swift slap to your ass cheek. A broken moan escapes your throat and you tighten around him.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours,” you cry.

“And you gave it away,” he says as he smacks your ass again.

“I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, daddy!” You’re a mess. Both your eyes and your pussy are crying for him. One last slap to your ass and Eren pounds into your gummy walls. You lay there and take it like a good girl, loving the feeling of him slamming into you.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls.

You don’t notice Eren sticking his thumb in his mouth, but you feel it when it presses against your other hole.

“E-Eren? Where you goin?” Your voice is small. Typically, he never touched your asshole unless the both of you were drunk.

“It’s okay mama I got you. Just trust me,” he says in that low husky voice that makes you melt. You nod your head and prepare yourself. It feels odd at first but once he’s in there, he’s in there. His thumb starts working in tandem with his cock and soon you’re creaming even more. It’s dripping out of you and down his balls, coating his cock entirely.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer with you sucking me in like this,” Eren grunts.

“Fill me up please I need your cum in my little pussy daddy please!” The sounds you’re making sound like heaven’s bells to Eren’s ears. He wonders if you made similar sounds with his boss. The thought of anyone else hearing you like this, seeing you like this infuriates him. He pounds harder into you, his balls slapping your clit. Eren can feel your walls fluttering and tightening around him. Your tightest hole squeezes his thumb even harder than before. Feeling you fall apart around him brings his orgasm crashing over him. He fills you to the brim with his cum and stays inside until he softens. Your legs eventually give out and you lay flat on your tummy.

Eren removes his thumb and slides his now softer cock out. You feel him push back in the seed that dribbles out of your cunt.

“Can’t have you wasting it,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

A moment passes in which you lay limp on your bed.

“So.. we good?” Eren asks with a smirk.

“Go to hell,” you chuckle breathlessly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

#I need toxic dick like this #I just feel like the anger adds to the ambiance of the sex #toxic!eren #toxic!reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #aot smut #eren yaeger smut #toxic!eren x reader #attack on titan smut #kait's writes

372 notes · View notes

thezombieprostitute · 16 days

Text

Hummingbird - Part 8

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N: Reader is AFAB. No physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Rough sex, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 7 -- Epilogue

Series Masterlist

In the weeks following Steve made sure your move was as easy and simple as possible. During the days he gave you free reign to reorganize and redecorate whatever you wanted, except for his office. During the nights he made sure to hold you tight and cuddle you as you fell asleep. You’d never felt more relaxed than when you were with his strong arms wrapped around you.

After the dust settled from your move and redecoration, Steve suggested an art gallery visit to celebrate. You put on the dress you wore during your first art gallery date with him, the gift from Monica’s mothers. Part of you wonders if Steve knew, way back then, that you would eventually be living together. You know you certainly had no idea. It was amazing how much had changed for you since you crashed that party.

Steve finds you getting ready and he smiles at you, eyes full of love and your heart flutters. He’s so good at schooling his expressions and body language that you treasure how genuine he is with you.

“Are you ready, Hummingbird?”

“Just about. I’m guessing, given the late hour, it’ll be just the two of us at the gallery?”

“Correct. But don’t worry about it looking like a break in. I got the curator to let us in.”

“Thank you for that,” you chuckle. “I know you like the roleplay but I really do prefer the easy way.”

The gallery had a special theme for the month based around flora of all kinds. There were plenty of paintings based on native flora but the main event was a wing that had been filled with sculptures and made to look like a park. They called it the Garden of Wonders. Glass flowers, some made to look like they’d been encased in ice. Bronze trees with copper leaves, already showing signs of turning green. Marble lilac bushes where you could make out the individual petals. There were even small animal depictions mixed in to add to the ambiance. You felt like you were walking in a magical garden.

Every bit was breathtaking.

As was your custom, Steve let you take the lead. You would flit between pieces, occasionally staring, divining the most subtle of touches as he smiles at you. Steve never told you but after every visit he made sure word got to the various artists about all of the details you loved, noticed and appreciated. He never told you because he was worried it would temper your reactions or make you feel guilty for not noticing more. But he knew you’d appreciate the artists getting their due praise.

Your happiness was probably the most important thing in the world for him. You’d never once taken advantage of his power or money. You supported his plans and ideals. You were so much stronger than you thought. He smiles fondly at the memory of how nervous you were when you’d been “caught’ crashing his party. How your eyes widened in surprise when he finally got you to take him up on his offer. How deliciously evil your smirk was when you showed his guests that you were his partner, not his charity case.

True to your word, you never did tell him who it was that put those ideas in your head. He did figure it out, though, and had to agree that Carter and Lane’s faces of anger and frustration were a lot more fun than not inviting them ever again. He had to give it to you, you know how to do revenge right. You really made his social obligations that much more fun and enjoyable, making it easier for him to do his work, support his communities, keep his people paid and well taken care of.

There were still moments you doubted, though you tried to hide them. Steve hated that you could still doubt yourself, or doubt his intentions. He hoped tonight would help allay some of those.

Flitting through the Garden you pause at one of the pathways and blink. A small table had been set out. There was a small bouquet of purple roses with a card. Steve refrains from chuckling as he watches you circle the table, trying to figure out if it’s part of the display. Your eyes light up when you get close enough to see your first and last name on the card. You look to Steve and he nods as he moves behind you.

Opening the card it reads, “turn around”. You do, confusion giving way to surprise as you see the open box in Steve’s hand. Inside is a gorgeous golden ring, made to look like a hummingbird holding a blue diamond. Your hand flies up to your face in shock as tears start forming in the corners of your eyes. You search his face for any indication he’s not serious or has hesitations. Of course you find none.

“Y-you, you mean it, Steve?”

“I do, Hummingbird.”

You hold out your left hand and he gently places the ring on your finger. Of course it’s a perfect fit. Just like with the dress you’re wearing now, Steve has always been able to size you up. You smile, eyes full of happy tears, before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Thank you, Steve.”

“No thanks needed, Hummingbird. You saying ‘yes’ is all I need.”

The second you had gotten home he helped you out of your dress and started kissing every inch of you. He’d ended up not being able to wait for the bedroom and bent you over the back of the couch, smacking your butt-cheeks until they were sore and your pussy was dripping wet for him. He’d barely undone his zipper before shoving himself into you, making you cry out in pleasure at the stretch.

“You always feel so good,” he grunts as he keeps slamming into you. “Always able to take me so well, like the good girl you are.” You can barely hear him over your own lewd moans. He reaches around your hips and starts playing with your pearl, making you cry out appreciatively.

His other hand goes to your throat and moves so your back is right up against him. “Look so fucking pretty with that ring on your finger. Can’t wait to make it official. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Yes, please, Sir,” you pant. “Please mark me as yours.”

“So fucking pretty when you beg,” he nips at your skin. “Come for me, Hummingbird.” Your response is immediate and he groans as your walls clench around him. “Always feels so damn good,” he grumbles. His hips stutter as he finds his own release and he starts kissing along your back. “So good for me. So wonderful.”

He pulls out slowly and your whine is replaced by a gasp as he pushes his fingers into your pussy.

“Not gonna let a single drop spill out,” he states. “Gonna mark you in every way, Hummingbird.”

“Yes, Sir,” you gasp. “Yes, please mark me with your come, Sir! Want everyone to know I belong to you!”

Instead of switching to aftercare mode Steve gets you to the bedroom and gently pushes you onto the bed. You proudly note that you’ve ruined his pants with your slick. Steve lays over you, one of his arms holding his weight, the other continuing to play with your oversensitive pussy.

“Yes! Yes! YES,” you scream as Steve makes you come on his fingers yet again.

“I don’t recall giving you permission, Hummingbird,” Steve snarls as he nips the skin on your neck. “You’re gonna have to make that up to me.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” you moan, fighting the urge to pull away from Steve’s hand that hasn’t stopped. You’re so sensitive it’s almost painful but Steve’s hands have always made you feel so good. So have his lips, his arms, his everything.

He stands up away from the bed, finally removing his fingers. You’re simultaneously grateful for the reprieve and missing the fullness his fingers gave you.

“On all fours, facing me,” he orders and you move quickly to obey. He undresses and you let yourself ogle at his figure. You’re not surprised he’s already hard again as you wait for your next order, mouth open. “Always so eager for me,” he chuckles.

“Yes, Sir. Just for you.”

Steve puts his hands on each side of your face as he shoves his erection into your mouth. You lick, hollow your cheeks, moan, whatever you can to make sure it feels good for him. You love when he uses your mouth so roughly you’re left hoarse for hours. He fucks your mouth with abandon as you focus your energy on keeping yourself from collapsing. You can feel yourself leaking down your thighs and it only makes everything feel more debauched, more erotic, more pleasurable.

You can tell Steve’s ready to come and prepare yourself but he pulls out of your mouth. You whine and his hands guide your face to look at his. “No whining, Hummingbird. Only one of your holes is getting my come. Now get on your back.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” you croak as you move to obey. You’re slower than he’d like but he recognizes that you’re dazed and strokes himself as he watches you.

As soon as you’re on your back he pushes your knees to your chest and thrusts into your pussy. You moan appreciatively, though he doesn’t give you time to adjust. His eyes are fixated on where your bodies meet and he’s relentless in his movements. One of his hands moves to your overly sensitive clit and starts rubbing. You gasp at the sensation and he groans as you clench down on him.

It doesn’t take long for you to become a babbling mess of, “please, Sir,” “yes, SIr,” “thank you, SIr,” “need to come, Sir, please!”

“Go ahead, Hummingbird, come all over my cock. Push me over the edge.”

“Thank you, Sir,” you scream as you fall apart. You’re so lost in your own pleasure you don’t hear Steve’s pants and grunts as he spills into you.

The next morning you wake up in Steve’s arms and smile at the ring on your finger. You snuggle in closer to him and he sleepily kisses your hair.

"Good morning, Mrs. Rogers," he coos.

"We're not married yet," you gently chide.

"No, but we will be soon enough. And hopefully by then we can start looking into making a nursery." You feel your thighs clench at his words and he chuckles, "maybe should go a few more rounds to make sure it sticks."

Part 7 -- Epilogue

Series Masterlist

Tags:

@alicedopey; @aryhyuuga; @cynic-spirit; @icefrozendeadlyqueen @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @ktficworld; @leryg0; @rayofdawnworld; @rebekahdawkins; @texmexdarling

#mob boss!steve rogers #mob!steve rogers #mafia!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #mob!steve rogers x reader

58 notes · View notes

soulwillower · 4 years

Text

i wanna see you but you’re not mine • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

not a request, just something i wrote, lmk what u guys think

warnings: swearing, sexual themes but no explicit smut, references to sex, references and mentions of drug use, references and mentions of addiction, vague allusions to cheating but no cheating!, i think thats it! unedited haha

[based off the song undo by the 1975]

(losers + reader are in college in this.)

1.5k words

♡

the boys' house is bathed in the morning light when bill answers the door shirtless, leaning against the doorframe. birds chirp in the distance when he smiles.

"y/n. hi." he says, and you greet him with the same smile as he lets you in the door. you hand him a coffee, following him with light steps as he leads you to his room.

"did you just wake up?" you ask in amusement as you follow him down the hall, past richie's closed door. their house smells like incense, and you're about seventy percent sure it's mike's.

you watch bill's muscles flex and move as he chuckles, opening the door to his messy-but-neat room and pulling on a hoodie.

"no. not j-just, i at least had time to brush my teeth." and then he gives you a goofy grin, showing off his pristine teeth. it makes you snort, shaking your head as you shove him.

bill invited you over this morning to study for your upcoming exam together, figuring that his house that he shared with mike and richie would be better than trying to study at a busy coffee shop.

studying with bill has become a bit of a habit that you picked up back in freshman year, when you'd met in your introduction to rhetoric writing class. you'd had a crush on him at first, but when you first met his dorm roommate richie, that crush flew out the window almost immediately.

years later, and you're still studying with bill. and still harboring a rough crush for his trashmouth roommate.

an hour and a half goes by smoothly, most of your work finished by the time you get startled out of your studying by a noise.

"what was that?" you ask after a noise muffled by bill and richie's shared wall makes you both perk up.

bill shakes his head, "n-nothing. what did you get for m-model a?" he asks, leaning close enough that you smell his cologne. you frown, wondering why he seems so suspicious.

it happens again, more clear this time.

a moan echoes through the stuffy walls and bill looks almost regretful, gripping his highlighter so hard his knuckles turn white. you blanch a bit, meeting his eye.

"does richie have a girlfriend-" you start, but bill shakes his head, "no." he says quickly, cutting you off. you hum, feeling sick to your stomach. it should comfort you, but it doesn’t.

a few minutes later, another string of moans echo through the whole house, along with a, "fuck, richie!"

and then it's like that for the next ten minutes straight - the ambiance of bill's shut blinds, the smell of coffee still lovely but the taste bitter in your mouth as high pitched moans reverberate through the shared wall. one look over shows that bill looks like he may cry.

you only stay for maybe five minutes after the moans stop before you get up, "alright, i think i should head out." you rush out, feeling slightly hollow.

bill nods, stretching and then rising with you, hand falling to your shoulder gently. you stop, looking up at him. "he's... g-going through some weird stuff right now, y/n. it'll work out." he insists, voice gentle. your lips twitch downward slightly.

you think you could roll your eyes, but bill is too damn well meaning and sweet for you to take out your misplaced anger on. you pull him into a hug, and he kisses your temple. it's calming, for a second.

you're in the kitchen messing around with mike and bill when richie's door slams, footsteps echoing down the hall towards the front room.

and then a girl appears from the hallway, a small grin on her flushed cheeks and hair tangled, tank strap slipping off her shoulder a bit. richie trails behind her with a lazy smirk and you turn your head so they don't see you from behind mike.

you watch secretly with curious, self-destructive eyes as he walks her to the door, hands not even leaving his sides as she leans up to whisper something along the lines of you'll call me? into his ear.

richie barely makes an attempt to say yes, instead humming and looking up at the wall. you almost snort. but then he slaps her ass with a small smirk as she leaves out the door, making her squeal as the door shuts. your stomach drops a bit.

when the door shuts, mike and bill make lame excuses to go back to their rooms and you're stuck by yourself to face richie. fuck.

the air is stale and suffocating as his glowing eyes roam around and then land on you. it's painful the way his expression changes when he sees you.

"long time no see, y/n." richie says with barely a grin, avoiding looking at you as he crosses the kitchen to pour himself a steaming cup from the coffee machine. you feel the tension and wish that you could disappear.

"yeah, we’ve all been so busy." you say, feeling almost awkward now that bill's left back to his room. you rock on the ball of your heels, still feeling a little hurt. it's quiet for a few more moments.

you feel like you’re going to burst, so you say the first thing you think.

"i could hear you giving her head." you say abruptly, unsure if the bitterness in your voice is justified or not. you think it is. richie hums, lifting a brow at you as he lifts the mug of coffee to his lips.

"and?" he asks after a gulp of the black coffee. the sun bathes the entire house in bright morning light, giving richie a kind of sunny silhouette - a halo of sorts that you don't know if he really deserves.

you huff, resisting the urge to punch richie in the face. "it's ten in the morning." he fixes you with a look, as if you didn't just prove any point. "again, toots, i don't see the issue." he says, but it's without any of his usual teasing grins or winks.

“i thought you didn’t have sleepovers with your guests.” you say, definitely sounding bitter. richie rolls his eyes. he doesn’t justify you with an answer until he takes a deep breath.

“i don’t. but sometimes i change my mind, if someone’s special enough. remember when i told you that, too?” he quips back. you swallow.

you don’t know what to say, recalling that night when he had whispered that into your neck as you were tangled up in his sheets, his shirt hanging off your bare frame and your hand trailing on his bare chest.

“she wasn’t one of them.” he adds, “she came over a few hours ago.”

you're still frustrated.

he's searching through his pockets for something as he tosses a lighter onto the counter. despite this, he's still quite a vision in his t shirt and gray sweats, his lips red like the color of a cough drop and eyelashes long and dark behind his frames. he's still, despite the blank demeanor, the most beautiful person you've ever laid your eyes on.

"fuck." he mutters, his hands coming out of his pockets empty. "bombs have run out. you got any j’s?"

you don't want to tell him about the joint that you’d just given to bill minutes ago, just out of spite. if he's that dependent on the fucking weed, you're not going to help his habit.

you pretended not to notice the rows of pills lined up and the busted up credit card next to them in the bathroom, for bill and mike’s sake - but you can’t go easy on richie.

“no.” you say bluntly.

richie sighs, looking at you sharply with a look that could kill. “why are you acting like a brat all of a sudden?”

you both know he already knows the answer. you think he just wants to hear you admit it out loud.

you stare back, biting your lip. fine, you’ll take the fucking bait.

“just didn’t realize you seeing someone.”

richie looks exhausted, his skin pale and eyes dark. he shakes his head. "we tried this. it didn't work." he mutters, veins popping out of his hands as his palms press hard into the counter. you shake your head, "richie, we-"

"-you were the one who told me to fuck other people." he says, making you stop and take a breath.

he's right, too.

but only because you were afraid and didn't know if you and richie being together as more than just the few and far between hook ups would cause a rift in the friend group.

"only because i didn't know how much i liked you, rich." you say gently, pleadingly - desperately. you sound just as pathetic as you probably look. you just can’t do this anymore.

"look, y/n. i didn't even see you when i liked you.”

it hurts when he says that, like a knife is twisting in your gut with a frozen blade. it’s true, and that feels like the worst part.

“-you knew damn well that i was into you, and you did nothing about it." he says sharply, his warm eyes cutting through you and making your stomach drop.

"you can't just decide it's time for us to be together, just because you’re bored." he shakes his head, cutting himself off. your mouth feels dry. "i don’t have the time." he says with a shake of his head, his hair unruly in the way that drives you mad with yearning.

“richie, i want to be with you.” you say, pleading with him. he looks more mad than you’ve seen him in a long time.

"you rejected me, y/n. and i liked you." he says, rubbing a hand over his face. you've never seen him so serious, and it's freaking you out. he shakes his head.

"i really have to go to work, doll. i'll see you around." he mutters, getting up and leaving out the front door in a gust of air that smells like him and also vaguely another girl’s perfume.

you know he was lying to get out of talking to you - he wasn’t even wearing shoes, let alone clothes for work. your head falls into your hands, eyes squeezing shut. he doesn't want to see you.

the thought leaves you with a bitter taste in your mouth and an empty heart.

tag list: @gabiatthedisco @blisshemmings @stenbrozier @simplesammyx @brxken-heartsclub @clownsloveyou @moon-shine-baby @daughter-of-the-stars11 @trashedfortozier @oceandog13 @finnskindofwoman @kait-tozier @upamongthestarss @fiantomartell @beverlyparkerr @beauregard-s @diorbubs @leighjaenikhowell @cowbellies @deepestofwaters

#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier smut #losers x reader #losers club x reader #bill denbrough x reader #mike hanlon x reader

161 notes · View notes

smolplantbird-blog · 7 years

Text

My Thoughts About The Lightning Thief Musical

I just got home from NYC and I saw the matinee for the Lightning Theif, about 10 hours ago. Here are a few notes I took about the theater from before the show started;

-walked in with children, but there were menu teens and ppl in twenties

-No curtain

-Fog in audience

-Set has graffiti and scaffolding, reminds me of rent

-Sound effects create nice ambiance

-the band is on stage in the upper right, still remind me of rent

-on right leaf blower w/ toilet paper roll attached is making me already feel bad for the tech person in charge for cleaning the stage

If you have any questions about the show or just want to talk about it I would love to have a discussion. There is going to be a cast album in a few months (I think) and the show is still Off-Broadway for a little less than a week.

The show was one of the most angsty things I've ever seen, every actor was amazing in their own way, after a little bit of sleep I might edit this to explain something about each actor that I loved with their performance.

Chris McCarrell: An incredible choice for Percy. During the song 'Good kid' I felt bad for Chris because I could tell that his monitor wasn't working, but he kept on singing and went with it. There were a few lines in whihc Percy begins to question the logic of what is going on, but then just accepts what is happening around him, my favorite was when Percy was told that the underworld in LA. Chris truly captured the angst of Percy and was a delight to see after the show. A woman near me pointed out that one of the people on the local theater's hall of fame was named Percy, Chris took a picture of it with his foot over the guy's last name and posted it on Instagram just after signing my playbill.

Kristen Stokes: If you add the show's official snapchat, then you will already have seen Kristen's adorable face. I had been watching the things she had been posting on the show's snap-story for a while, but I hadn't actually heard her singing voice before. I could tell from the beginning of the show that she had a very nice voice, but 'My Grand Plan' was when it really hit me. She really showed the pain that Annabeth had gone through in this song, but also how Annabeth works hard to be strong. Kristen was also the last cast member to stay and sign posters/playbills for the audience. There was a small boy next to me who was literally jumping with excitement to see the cast after she shows and she really worked well with the energy that he was giving her, which is impressive after a long week of shows.

George Salazar: This man was hilarious as Grover and Mr.D. As Grover, he was loveable and adorable, but also conveyed the pain Grover went through when he lost Thalia in the song 'The Tree on the Hill'. When he came on stage as Mr.D I died of laughter. in 'Another Terrible Day' you could really feel how much Mr.D didn't want to be at Camp Half-Blood with a bunch of children. George was the first person to leave the theater and sign things for fans. I took a picture with him then accidentally deletes it, but he was very kind and took a moment to take another one with me.

James Hayden Rodriguez: As Luke James did a good job showing how close his character was with Annabeth. (and the romantic tension between Annabeth and Luke was portrayed) James did a good job at making Luke a loveable character. The very end in which Luke's alliance to Kronos is revealed was somewhat shaky. To be fair, it is very awkward to end a musical on a cliffhanger. I would have been understanding if they cut this part of the show out and just ended it at 'The Last Day of Summer', but I am happy that it was there because it gives Luke another layer of depth. The only thing is that I'm not sure if there is going to be a sequel if there is I wouldn't complain. As Ares James was simply badass. During 'D.O.A.' I found myself looking at James, even though he was one of four ensemble dancers. He moved with grace and took control of the stage in all of his roles.

Johnathan Raviv: This man was an incredible Chiron. The way he walked on stage was perfect for the character and the reveal that he was a centaur was awkwardly funny and fit perfectly with the feel of the rest of the show. Johnathan also did a great job as Posiden, I loved the scene near the end of the show when Poseidon and Sally finally see each other for the first time in over a decade and there is blatant sexual tension that makes Percy as uncomfortable as you could imagine it would be to watch your mother have eye sex with your long lost father.

Sarah Beth Pfeifer: Was very strong as Clarisse and brought the toughness that we all know to the character. The scene in the bathroom was hilarious for she sheer stupidity of the concept, but the anger that Sarah brought to Clarisse in the scene made it even more enjoyable. In 'Put you in your Place' Sarah and Kristen's vocals were powerful and their incredible voices made this song one of my favorites. Sarah was a sweetheart to talk to after the show, she was kind and looked very tired.

Carrie Compere: This woman has some seriously amazing vocal cords. The performances that she and Chris gave as Sally and Percy in 'Strong' were so soft and loving. You could really see the connection between them on stage during this song, but Carrie really shined in 'D.O.A.' as Charon while guiding Percy, Annabeth, and Grover to the underworld. One of the best creative liberties that this show took was to cast this woman as Charon. I think that many of the people in the audience were skeptical to see a woman's name next to a role that most of us visualized as male, but she was PHENOMENAL. Words cannot even begin to describe how much I loved her performance in this song. After the show, while signing a poster for a young boy she was told that it was his birthday and then she proceeded to sing happy birthday for him in the most over the top and amazing way possible. The young kid was extremely happy but not as happy as his mother who thanked her many many times after she was done singing. When she was signing my playbill my father told her that she was his favorite in the show at which point she graciously smiled and thanked him.

Quick list of the songs and what I thought of them:

Prologue/The Day I got Expelled: Strong opening to the show that tells the audience ‘This show is going to be a bit strange, but it will be a good time”

Strong: Very strong performances by Chris McCarrell and Carrie Compere, Sally’s motherly love for Percy shined through in the short song

The Minotaur/The Weirdest Dream: Cool stage combat, George Salazar’s exit when Percy passed out was hilarious

Another Terrible Day: Mr.D’s character was shown very well in this song and not much more can be said besides that George Salazar is hilarious

Their Sign: Begins to show Luke in a heartwarming way that also foreshadowed the end of the show

Put you in your Place: Kristen Stokes and Sarah Beth Pfeiffer both were very strong in their performances with this song, I loved it

The Campfire Song: TEEN ANGST. This song was the most angsty thing that I have seen in so long and it almost made me burst out into laughter. I loved seeing all of the campers talk about their relationships to their godly parents

The Oracle: The way that the Oracle was shown on stage was very very cool and the transition at the end of the song to the next scene was incredibly smooth.

Good Kid: This was the angsty song that most of us have already heard. As I said above Chris had trouble with tempo because of the monitor, but He still did a great job.

Killer Quest: A nice upbeat way to end Act I with a very big bang

Prologue to Act II/I Ruin a Perfectly Good Bus: I loved the simplistic set design for the bus and the sound effects that were used for its explosion

Lost!: This song was a great lead up to Medusa

My Grand Plan: Annabeth’s struggle to be taken seriously it shown in this strong song, this was also the song in which I fell in love with Kristen’s lovely voice, it has also been stuck in my head sense I left the theatre

Drive: A nice upbeat break from the angst that Annabeth just dug up in the pervious song

The Weirdest Dream: A much needed softer song that still held its ground as a good song

The Tree on the Hill: Grover tells Thalia’s story to Percy and it is accompanied by a very strong silhouette visual that pulled it all together

D.O.A.: The song in which Carie Compere KILLED EVERYONE with her stunning voice

Song of Poseidon: Percy’s angst came back, but was not a bad thing

The Last Day of Summer: Luke’s reveal, and a generally enjoyable song

Bring on the Monsters: Enjoyable song that makes me want a sequel

The only bad things I have to say about the show are about things that I liked and am not upset about. There were some lines about smaller things that were easter eggs for people that had read the books that were about things like, Annabeth’s cap, dam snacks, the Lotus Cassino, and many more. The only reason that I felt that these things were a bit awkward was because they weren’t explored and some people that hadn’t read the books might’ve been confused. My father asked me a bit about Annabeth’s cap after the show and I started to talk about some of the things that happen with these smaller lines that never got a lot of depth.

I loved the show and recommend anybody to see it before it is over in 5 days if they can. I am planning on getting the cast album.

#Percy Jackson #the lightning thief #lightning thief musical #lightning theif #Lightning Thief Musical Review #Annabeth Chase #grover underwood #chris mccarrell #kristen stokes #Musical #Musical Review #PJO #percy jackon and the olympians

1 note · View note