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spookykoolkat · 9 months

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always mine, forever - e.m.

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pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

summary: hosting a movie night for you and all of your friends was the least stressful part of it all. the thing that worried you the most was how you were going to function with eddie the freak munson sleeping downstairs, the man you'd crushed on for the longest. what happens when eddie is the last one awake after everyone's gone to bed?

warnings: MDNI!!!!!! 18+ ONLY! minors r not welcome! (eddie is 20, reader is 19), mentions of mutual pining, harmless flirting, talks of body image, oral sex (f receiving), foreplay (fingering), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie/breeding, dirty talk, long buildup (lots of words.), virgin!reader, just filth and a bit of fluff? ENJOY!!!

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You agreed to being the host for movie night slash sleepover, so as you got everything ready for the group of teenagers spending the night in your home, you managed to pull out sheets, blankets and pillows for everyone to choose from. it was just going to be the older teens, the kids were sleeping over at Max's house, and in the morning we all decided to meet there to go out on the town together.

It was nice, having a small family consisting of everyone who witnessed the monstrosities that happened over the last four years. It was going to be you, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Argyle, Robin, and Eddie, bunched up in a house that only held two long couches and a blow up bed. You warned everyone it might be tight but compared to everyone else's living spaces, it was the ideal sleepover spot.

You were honestly a little nervous having everyone here tonight, specifically Eddie. It wasn't like there was an obvious attraction between you two, hell you felt closer to everyone else but Eddie. He tried though, he did whatever it took to at least get a word out to you, or to acknowledge however he could. You knew who Eddie was, and frankly your aesthetic clashes hard with his.

Though you loved punk bands, you were more into the goth scene, but you listened to everything. You enjoyed creepy things, gorey movies, but you also had a bubbly side to you that usually overpowered everything else. While you drank and smoked, you didn't do it as much as everyone else and they never pressured you either. You or Robin would end up as the designated drivers, posing as the mothers of the group. You didn't like to not feel like yourself, so only on occasion did you smoke or drink.

Everyone respected it, including Eddie, which you enjoyed. he enjoyed the different aesthetics everyone had, but took a peculiar interest in yours. He kind of studied you, especially since you weren't someone who he would talk to under any other circumstance.

The beauty of the horrors that happened in Hawkins brought people together, even the oddest of combinations.

But Eddie. You knew how Eddie was even before you guys talked. He was one of the outcasts that truly didn't give a fuck that he was the outcast.

He took pride in that, and also didn't fight the generational cycle of being classified as a fuck up. He was a douchebag to everyone else, including your friends, except for you.

You heard the asshole comments that would come out of his mouth, his smart ass retorts, his sarcasm, but he never did that with you. You sort of started feeling something for him during the end of freshman year. You would secretly go to the area he and his friends would play, just to listen to the music. You were too nervous to be the girl that walks up to anyone first, let alone Eddie.

He intimidated you honestly, the rings and the metal music, his punk rock aesthetic. You had every reason to believe there was no way he'd even look your way, he didn't see like the type to love all types of women. You kept telling yourself that nobody truly liked fat girls, no one really finds us attractive. There's no way Eddie Munson would even look at you as anything more than a mere friend, or even friend of a friend.

But he did.

Eddie couldn't risk the truth when you first came into the group, he couldn't risk anyone knowing that he'd been crushing on you since freshman year. It was like clockwork, Eddie never failed to fall so hard for someone who didn't even look his way.

But he saw you, and the things that drew you to him was the fact that you dressed as you pleased, spoke how you wanted, and that it seemed to him you didn't know he existed. What was your issue? He would think to himself every time he thought maybe he'd catch you looking at him at least once.

Eddie felt he could not be a man without seeing your beauty. That any man who overlooked you was simply not a man, but a boy. The high school girls who made fun of your weight, the boys who snickered close enough for you to hear, just so you know that they think you look ridiculous, he saw everything, and he absolutely hated it.

He couldn't even fathom how anyone could take a look at you and decide you were ugly because of your weight. Or ugly in general. Eddie wanted to force them to see you, to see what everyone was missing out on, what he was missing out on.

"Maybe get some clothes that fit, fat ass." Basketball players, football players, the jocks, hell even the nerds.

"You're just mad cause you can't make it past the cheeks, asshole," you would retort. It didn't bother you the way it bothered Eddie.

It caused him to feel this certain rage, that someone could be so comfortable commenting on someone's body, but especially yours. He thought you were perfect. Eddie genuinely believed you could do no wrong, even if you hurt him a million times and more.

As you set up the DVDs on your TV mantle, you heard the doorbell ringing and it made you glance at the clock. 5:00PM. You walked over to the door, opening it to see Nancy and Robin, smiling widely with their overnight bags in hand and plastic bags, insinuating they brought snacks or goodies for their small get together.

You greeted them with tight hugs, complimenting their looks and inviting them inside.

"Are we the only ones here?" Nancy asked and you nodded with your lips pressed into a thin line and she shook her head.

"Of course we are Nance, they're boys. Always a littleeeee bit behind." Robin said as she set her bags down on the couch, keeping her plastic bag and going into the kitchen, you and Nance following her.

"What'd ya bring me?" You said smiling, as you sat on the barstool in front of your kitchen island, Nancy on your side and Robin across from you.

"Well, I figured Ed would bring the weed so I brought booze. And sprite because well, you're a little princess who shall not be tainted by us, the bad influences." Robin said sarcastically, giving a playful smile to let you know she's just joking.

"Shut up Robin, I can get crazy if I wanted to." You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the large bottles to examine.

"You? Get crazy?" Nance raised her eyebrows at you with a small smile, as in 'oh please.' You just smacked your lips and rolled your eyes.

"Yes! I can, watch." You say, almost like a bet to the girls.

"You don't have to, we're just joking." Robin replied, taking the bottle from you again.

"Well, I want to. I'm not driving and it's a Friday night." You replied, deciding to let loose a little tonight.

Before you could continue the conversation, the doorbell rings again followed by consistent obnoxious knocking. It's definitely the guys, so you go to open up the door and is greeted by 4 men, all taller than you, with dumb boyish grins on their faces. Eddie, being one of them is the first one to speak.

"Girl's night!!"

All the guys pour in and go to greet Nancy and Robin after greeting you, Eddie only pulling you in by the waist and hugging you. Robin eyed you from across the room.

"So, what's on the agenda tonight?" Steve asked, holding onto Nancy's waist as every starts situating themselves in the kitchen.

You watch as Eddie sits at the kitchen island and pulls out a tin lunchbox, unhooking it and taking out the bud, rolling papers, gar wraps, and lighters.

"Look, the pothead came prepared!" Robin joked, Eddie rolling his eyes at her.

"You know, I prefer to be referred to as a business man. I prioritize my clients, but friends come first! Plus, if it wasn't for everybody would be smoking dog shit in a rolling paper." He said proudly, not even looking at his fingers grinding the weed apart.

"No grinder man?" Argyle asked, almost tsking at him.

"What the hell is a grinder?" Nancy asked and looked at you. You just shrugged your shoulders and shook your head. You had no idea, or any knowledge behind marijuana.

"Not when I was born and blessed with nature's grinder," Eddie remarked, shimmying his fingers at him and smiling behind them.

"Anyways," You said, looking towards everyone.

"I'm thinking we can just watch movies, drink, smoke, play games—honestly I don't care we can do whatever." You said and they all agreed, smiling.

The playful banter continued, and it sparked more conversation amongst the group but you really weren't paying attention. You look over to Eddie to see his focused and kind of hunched over his work. You decided to walk over to him and sit down next to him, giving him a smile as he glanced up at you quickly.

"Whatchya doin'?" You sang in a tune, nodding your head towards the materials he has.

"Creating art," he exasperated, starting to sprinkle the green herb into something that looks like a small brown rectangle.

"Can I watch?" You ask, resting your chin on your knuckles.

"Making me a little nervous sweetheart, think I got performance anxiety," He said after seemingly poking a hole through the cigar wrap he was using.

"You? Eddie Munson? Performance anxiety?" You asked, pausing with every question.

"I can be.....how I am, and still be a bit shy when a pretty girl watches me do something I've done for years. Can't help it," He said shrugging. He was hoping that maybe by dropping hints you'd start to notice him more. But you did notice him. Always.

He started to tear small pieces of another cigar wrap and patching the hole up, acting as a surgeon.

You acknowledged all of his little tid-bits, his quirks, how his eyebrow sometimes twitches when he's focused or how when he's a little zoned out, his mouth hangs open slightly. You adored everything about the man sitting next to you and still for some reason you could not admit it, not even to Nancy or Robin.

"Didn't you have a band? It was like," You furrowed your eyebrows, digging for the memory of his music he played in during freshman year.

You tried to use it as a point of him being ridiculous for insinuating you make him nervous. Eddie looked up to you curiously before licking the wrap to seal it, and he couldn't even believe you knew he played music. He swore you never acknowledged him, or saw him how he saw you. He would walk by you on purpose, cutting corners to see you come out of class so he'd be in the hall the same time as you, and nothing.

What he didn't know was you stole small glances of him enough to not get caught. It was like you knew exactly when he was going to snap his head around to see who's eyes he felt on him, and you just pretended to act as if you weren't looking in his direction.

You listened to his conversations occasionally when he was loud enough, and believe he was loud.

When you looked back at him to finally prove you remembered the name, your mind went blank seeing him looking at you licking the blunt to finally smoke. He was just so attractive, so sexy, everything about his hands to his tattoos to his face, he was everything to you and he didn't know. You have always wanted to tell him, you constantly told yourself that the worst he'd do is reject you.

"It was, uh, Corroded Coffin, no? " You said slowly, and he sat back up from his crouched position, setting the blunt on the table.

"Yes. Yes it was. And still is! We perform still, small gigs but it's more than enough for me right now." He said proudly, beginning to roll again but with a white paper.

"What's the difference between them? Why is that one like paper?" You asked, nodding towards his paraphernalia scattered on your counter.

"Well you see," He starts, leaning into you while picking both the paper and the pre-rolled blunt.

"This one, it's actually a cigar. But, when you split that cigar and remove the contents of said cigar, also called the 'guts' of the cigar, you have something like this," and removes the blunt from the spotlight, raising the paper to glorify its presence.

"But, this is just paper. Made for things like weed or tobacco, but you roll regular tobacco in this paper it's just a cigarette. Roll your weed in this paper, it's a joint." He teaches, and you actually listen.

You truly weren't the most amazing student, you're getting by in high school, a solid B/C student. But, listening to Eddie just now you learned the difference between two things pertaining to something you don't even really do. You just loved to listen to Eddie talk, especially about things he loves and is passionate about.

Every tangent he went on, every venting episode he's had, every weird conversation about things that could or could not exist—you listened. You were fascinated by his words, his way of speaking, it was possible you could listen to his voice for hours.

"I see, so is the one used with the cigar also tobacco?" You asked, picking it up yourself from his fingers and examining it.

"Mmm, yeah it's a tobacco leaf that is used to smoke tobacco. But someone got creative and freaky and decided to try something else. You know, I always wanted to try to smoke out of like a plant. That'd be cool." He said, and you smiled and laughed a little as he bumped you with his shoulder.

"Now give it back before you hurt yourself." He jokes, taking it from you and you roll your eyes.

"Whatever, I'm a big girl I can handle myself." You rolled your eyes and rested your forearms on the cold marble slab.

"I'm sure you can sweetheart."

You just smiled, and bumped him back decided to sit and watch him roll this next one. Everyone sort of made their way around the house, everyone doing their own thing or settling in before everyone starts to drink and relax.

"Hey, can we order pizza?"

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It was 8pm by the time everyone settled down into the couches, picking A Nightmare On Elm Street to watch, two blunts being passed around as well as red solo cups on each person. Everyone was chatting, laughing, and overall feeling really good being all together in each others presence. Nancy and Steve sat in a pair, as well as Jonathan and Argyle, leaving you, Eddie and Robin on the other couch.

You sat on the side of the couch where the armrest was, Eddie sitting next to you, and Robin decided to sit in front of the couch rather than on the couch after the first death in the movie. You smiled at her childlike position, almost sitting directly in front of the TV. You got passed the blunt from Argyle, him saying something about how tight this strain of weed was, not really registering gin your head because to you, weed was weed.

"Blue dream, never heard of it?" A voice came from next to you as you breathed in the smoke, the THC coating your lungs.

"I thought it was just weed," You choked out, finally exhaling and pulling another drag, respecting the rules of the rotation.

Eddie watched as you inhaled the second puff, passing it to him and he grabbed it from between your fingers, lingering a little to graze your skin. Everyone already got comfortable, everyone sitting in their respective PJs. You, sitting in a pair of fluffy shorts with a black tank top, still tight and still making your tits sit pretty without a bra.

Eddie didn't go without noticing, especially when the room is dark and the only light is emulating from the TV and small lights hanging above it.

Eddie hit the blunt twice, passing it to Robin who reaches back to grab it.

"Let Eddie do his marijuana 101 class, again," he said, scooting a little closer with his blanket.

Now you noticed him, his long hair and his wide brown eyes that still seemed wide even after being high. Your eyes on the otherhand feel lazy, low and dazed, still searching his face for new features you never noticed. Like his small moles peppered in weird places, a small light one placed right on the cupids bow of his lip.

"A weed strain is basically just a classification of the plant's makeup. So what makes weed, weed. It's like when animals breed, if an animal bred with another species. If that makes sense. Honestly, I'm kind of stoned out of my mind so. Just know every strain is different, and I talk a lotttt when I'm high, so." He summed up, feeling a little embarrassed about his whispered rambling. Everyone else was glued onto the TV screen, the score of the movie louder than the two of you.

"Mm, so you're a weed know -it-all?" You teased, your legs bent sideways to get more comfortable into the couch.

"Something like that." he said, his tone not really lighthearted anymore. He was too distracted watching you. Maybe it was the weed, but he truly couldn't focus on anything but you.

The conversation ends there, leaving you to focus back on the screen as Freddy attacks again. But as Eddie scopes out the room, the only people even awake at this moment was you, Eddie, Argyle and Nancy.

Robin ended up falling asleep on the floor after you all finished the first blunt, Steve is laid up on Nancy as she bats her eyes open, visibly fighting her sleep, and Argyle is still puffing clouds as the second blunt starts to get smaller and smaller.

The room is smokey, a little claustrophobic but not noticeable through your high, and Argyle passes it back to you so you can take another two hits from it. While you smoke, your mind starts to drift to think about the guy sitting next to you in his guitar printed pajama pants and black t-shirt, his usual silver chain sitting on his sternum.

You were able to see most of him through your peripheral vision, his hands resting on his own lap, his chest rising and falling, and the way his legs are spread while he's slumped against the cushion now.

You thought about you and him being the only people in the room, crawling on top of him and letting your ass press against him. You wanted him in the dirtiest ways right now and you felt the weed and little bit of alcohol you drank in your system. You felt incredibly needy for him, thinking of sinful thoughts while he's right next to you. You felt crazy, almost silly, you wanted to laugh at yourself.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He whispered lowly, weed and vodka on his breath, still not enough to make you repulsed. You didn't notice you were completely staring at his lips and jaw, not until you shook your head slightly and smiled.

"Yeah, m' sorry, got distracted.": You confessed, shifting your legs to lay across his lap. You needed some sort of contact, you didn't care what it was. You knew it would never go further than this, so you're allowed to dwell in it a little more.

"I need to stretch, you don't mind?" Like he'd say yes.

"Not at all, stretch as you please ma'am." He grinned, placing his arms to rest on your shins as he passed the blunt in Nancys direction, when she decided to tap out. Eddie reached and handed it to Argyle, letting him finish whatever was left.

"Yo dudes... I'm.. stonedddd." Argyle whispered and laughed, making you giggle at his tolerance as if him and Eddie didn't have the highest tolerance of the group.

"Me too," You agreed, looking at Eddie who smiled with squinted eyes, nodding in agreement.

"I need to take a wazz. Be right back," Argyle said, getting him from his sat position next to Jonathan's sleeping figure and goig to the restroom.

You glanced over at Nancy, and sure enough she's passed out, leaning against Steve under a blanket. It was just you and Eddie. but no words were said. Your body wasn't facing the TV anymore, instead your body faced Eddie since your legs laid on his.

"You feel okay?" He asked, his large, warm hand going to rub your leg, squeezing occasionally. You almost squirmed, his touch sent a sense of energy through you, straight to your core.

"Yeah, yeah, I am. What about you? My legs aren't too heavy for you?" You teased, resting your head against the couch cushion next to you.

"Mm, you could never be too heavy for me sweetheart. Bet I could lift you up and carry you where you needed to go." He said, squeezing your calf. Eddie tip toed around you, never exposing his truth to you or anyone, but everyone saw it. Nancy saw, Robin saw, hell even the guys saw how crazy Eddie was for you.

"I wouldn't be so confident about that. I weigh waaaay more than Chrissy Cunningham, sir. The girls you've been with were easy to pick up, I might be a bit of a challenge." You teased, and you felt his hand inch up towards the thickness of your bare thighs. You didn't know how to tell him to stop unless he wanted you on top of him.

"I"m Eddie Munson, sweet girl. I never shy away from a challenge, even though picking you up wouldn't be a challenge for me." The real challenge was picking you up and not holding you against a wall so he can slide in and out of you.

"How did you know I slept with Chrissy? That was like, sophomore year." He asked, genuinely curious.

Because of social statuses, Chrissy wanted to put it to the side, she said some things just weren't meant for other peoples eyes. But it didn't stop her from coming around Eddie in public, it just made Eddie more weary about sleeping with her. He felt better with her as his friend rather than fuck buddy simply because, Chrissy wasn't his type. Physically yes, but emotionally, no. He thought she was gorgeous, but he couldn't keep his attention her, or any other girl for that matter.

There was only you.

"I think I paid more attention to you than you did me. I know I was like, in the shadows and shit, so I don't blame you for like, not noticing me. But yeah, I saw her hanging around you a lot and then well, word gets around in the girls' bathroom." You confessed, your eyes still on his as his hand rested on your thigh, closer to your knee.

"And what was this word that was getting around, hm?" he asked, moving one hand to run through his hair.

"That you and Chrissy were like, a thing. Or that you guys hooked up a lot. Things of that nature." You admitted, looking down at your fingers then glancing back at him.

There was a pause of silence, and you started to feel like maybe you overstepped. Who are you to comment on his sex life? You're just friends!

"I did notice you." he said, moving his body to lean into you more, scooting closer to you on the couch with your legs still on top of his thighs.

"You don't have to lie Eddie, if it wasn't for Nancy I don't think we'd even be talking right now." You said, noticing his close proximity now.

Before he could reply, Argyle comes out of the restroom yawning, the room still completely dark so you couldn't see Eddie staring at you intently.

"I'm soo sleepy my dudes, I think I'm gonna hit the sack." He said and you move your legs from Eddie's lap and stand up so they can all start to rearrange themselves. Everyone slowly starts to wake up, still stoned, but now passing each other pillows and blankets. Eddie on the other hand, is stuck.

"I will see you guys in the morning, I'll be in my room if anyone needs me. Goodnight," you said and they all lazily murmured goodnight in unison.

You could just feel Eddie's eyes burning into your back, until you disappear upstairs and enter your room. You practically throw yourself against the bed, immediately shutting your eyes and squeezing your legs. You inhale and exhale, then remove your shorts to get comfortable and crawling inside your blankets.

Eddie, was forced to sleep on the floor with Jonathan and Argyle. Steve and Nancy took the couch with the ottoman so they could both fit, and Robin refused to sleep on the floor so she took the other couch. But as everyone around him fell back asleep, Eddie's eyes stayed open.

He couldn't stop thinking about you, he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he wanted you more than anything, even just to be next to. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, he would never overstep, all he needed was to even be in your presence and he's completely satisfied.

But an hour went by. Then two hours, and then three. By the time Eddie started to feel his bladder fill up, it was one in the morning and still not a wink of sleep.

He knew that the only restroom there was is the one two doors from your room, upstairs. So he forced himself to get up, and trudge upstairs, past your room and into the restroom but the minute he walked in, the urge to pee was gone. He was too distracted, looking at himself in the mirror wondering if he should act on his impulses or not.

"It's not like you two never shared a bed before." He whispered to himself, looking back at the time you two had to bunk together at Will's house. But, at the time feelings and emotions weren't the focus.

He shook himself out of it, breathed in and out, and told himself it's just two friends sleeping in the same bed, if you even said yes.

A knock woke you out of your sleep, your eyes still squinted, the weed somehow hitting harder after a few hours of sleep.

"Mmm, who is it?" Your voice strained, sleep coating it making it hard for Eddie to hear.

"Uh, it's Eddie." He whispered yelled and you kind of got more alert, but didn't stop yourself from telling him to come in. The only light in the room after he shut the door behind him was the pink lava lamp on your bedside table. You saw him in pink through the blurriness of your vision, you sitting up on your elbow to see him.

"I, uh, couldn't sleep. Floor's uncomfortable. You think I can crash with you?" He asked, his hands behind his back. You didn't really think about it, you weren't uncomfortable or anything. You knew he was your friend and you thought you knew that there was no attraction on his end.

"Yeah, but um, I don't have shorts on so, just.. yeah." You were just too sleepy to explain yourself, hoping he'd get the hint that if he wasn't okay with it you weren't going to put them on, and he can leave.

"Don't mind me. Live your truth," He whispered, smiling and going to the other side of the bed to lift the sheets and crawl in with you. Your bed was pretty big, but you were a bigger girl so you could kinda feel the heat of his body against you.

Eddie faced your back, his head now against your pillows, in your bed, and he was in love with the smell. You smelled of coconuts and some kind of floral fragrance, and he basked in it the entire time he laid next to you.

"Are you awake?" He poked you and you sighed

"Yes Edward, I am awake." You moaned.

What could he possibly want right now? It's not that you were annoyed, you just wanted to go to sleep as fast as possible so you would forget you had Eddie fucking Munson in your bed.

"What's your favorite band?" he asked and you smiled to yourself, his randomness was also something that never failed to make you smile.

"Guess." You told him, knowing he probably wouldn't know, but it'd be worth a try.

But he knew, he knew exactly what your favorite band. He would listen to the songs that came out of your walk-man since you played it loud enough to hear.

"Sisters of Mercy." He said in a sure voice, and you were taken aback.

No one truly knew your music taste, you weren't one to play the music when you had guests over or friends to hang out with. He practically left you speechless, and you then thought about what else he knew about you that you don't remember mentioning to him. There was a small silence, something you took for granted as you tried to wonder how he knew. Almost like reading your mind and noticing your body shifting, he spoke.

"I noticed you." He said, moving his hands to rest under his cheek. He just kept his eyes on your back, taking advantage of the fact that your eyes weren't on him.

"What?" You said confused, more awake than ever now. Your eyes were almost popping out of your head the way you stared down the wall across from you.

"You said I didn't notice you and that I was lying. But I did notice you. I don't know how you never knew but I had the biggest fucking crush on you for like, ever. Maybe even since middle school. Which is kind of weird since we never talked? But, you were just like, woah," He said, his heart beating against the wall of his chest. It all spilled out like word vomit, he couldn't stop but also didn't want to stop.

"You're just so fucking pretty. Like do you understand how gorgeous you are? Not just to me but to everyone with a fucking brain?" This one was foreign to you, you were so frozen that Eddie was actually telling you that you were gorgeous. You kind of forgot how to breathe, especially with being able to just feel his presence next to you.

"Eds.. You don't actually like me do you? Like, I really didn't think that was ever even an option to consider." You insisted but he just kind of laughed it off behind you.

"I've liked you for a long time sweetheart, you're perfect to me. I really just want to shrink you so I can carry you in my pocket with me everywhere. I never not want to be around you. I only ever feel alive, or real when you look at me."

Eddie needed you to know now and spoke in a more serious manner, before he lives until he's 95 thinking about what could've been if he had went into your room to confess to you. He knew it was a big reach to assume you'd be receptive and feel the same way, but who was Eddie Munson without his lack of shame?

"Me too." You whispered, now Eddie was the frozen one.

"What was that?" He asked. He needed the clarification before he exploded, because if you meant what he thinks you meant, he didn't know what he'd do.

"I've liked you too. I think about you a lot honestly," You bit your lip and gripped your pillow, shifting your body. You could practically hear your heartbeat in the silence of the room.

"What?" He asked again, so you said it again.

"Eddie, I like you too. I want you too, and have for a while." Still facing the wall you just wait to hear his voice again.

"You, want me?" He whispered, lowly this time and you started to blush. Grateful he wasn't looking at you, you let yourself get a bit embarrassed. Confessing you've wanted him, thee Eddie Munson who could pretty much have whoever he wanted.

"I've wanted you forever. I was actually jealous of Chrissy. I kind of thought you'd never really go for someone who looked like me, so I kinda just kept my head down around you. It seemed like you always had someone to entertain yourself with and the someone in question were always like, skinny girls. Or fit girls. I didn't think, I don't know I feel like you saw me as more of one of the guys or something." You rambled and waited for his response. There was just silence, and you knew maybe he wasn't serious like you were. You had just confessed to wanting him and he wasn't saying anything.

Until you felt him scoot closer, and putting his hand at the curve of your waist. His hand caressed your side, feeling and almost massaging at your rolls and moving his hand to go towards your stomach.

"You don't have shit to be jealous about Chrissy. Size doesn't matter to me, I think you're fucking sexy. I'd rather see you dance around in that little cheer outfit, I'd rather see you in my bed," He said without a trace of goofiness.

He was serious, and he was starting to get hot and bothered by touching you. He gets closer and practically presses himself against you, his hands and fingers moving over your bare thighs to your side, to your stomach.

He was gripping and massaging and feeling all of you and you loved it. You even started to put your arm over his, letting it follow his as he feels your body under his touch. His hand covered a lot and he was able to grip almost all of you everywhere, and he was taking pleasure in having you this close to him, all to himself.

"I'd choose you a thousand times over. You don't know how bad I've fucking craved to see you, all of you. How I wished to be the asshole you were kissing in the hallways, how I've wanted to feel you like this for years." He kept going, tugging at your panties as you started to move your hips to grind into his hardening cock, and he groaned softly.

"Eddie, please. I, I need you. Want you inside, please," You whimpered and he moaned at the feeling of your ass rubbing into him, squeezing your side and putting his chin on your shoulder to see your tits from that angle. He wanted to see your face, to see your entire body, but for right now he can wait.

"You are so precious, baby. Look at you, grinding into me, who are you right now?" He breathed against your neck, his hand starting to move under your shirt and towards your panties.

"Do you want me like this, princess?" He asked you, tapping closer and closer to your mound.

"Yes, Eddie, I fucking want it please, please," You begged him, moving your legs and hips to try to get closer to his fingers.

"These panties are so cute baby, these polka dots?" He teased, moving your panties down enough with one hand to access your wet core.

You felt a little embarrassed at your granny panties but he loved them. Anything you were in, he loved. You could be wearing a prison jumpsuit and he'd think you were gorgeous, and innocent.

"Mmph, if I knew you were going to confess your love to me and start touching me, I would've wore different ones," You admitted, rushing to get your sentence out because before you know it his fingers were indulging in your wetness, feeling how warm you were and how fat your cunt was, coating his fingers before slowly rubbing your nub that he found easily. He loved every part of you, and feeling how you felt on his fingers, he knew he was going to be obsessed with you.

"Is that right? You have 'fuck me' panties hm?" He taunted and moved his fingers faster as you moved against his body and rubbed against his boner even more.

"Ed-Eddie, you, fuuck oh my god, how- fuck what the fuck," You moaned, trying to moan quietly so no one wakes up and remembers in the morning.

"I kind of like these though. Not kind of, I like them a lot." He confessed and watched you as you whined and squirmed against his body, against his fingers.

"Love the way your ass looks in these, just so fucking sexy,"

"You feel, s-so good. Don't stop, please," You said in a breathy moan, and honestly he almost painted his boxers with his cum.

"You are going to drive me fucking crazy like this, baby," He groaned against your neck and you started to feel your orgasm creep up on you the minute he pushes two of his thick, tattooed fingers inside of your dripping hole.

"Oh fuck, look at you, you're doing so good for me taking my fingers like that. You are so fucking intoxicating, princess." He groaned as you felt him push his pelvis into the cheek of your ass.

"You see what you do to me? You make me go feral," He said and you decided to take the hand that was gripping Eddie's wrist, and reach behind you to find your way into his pants, grabbing his hard on and gently stroking, making him start to blank out.

Eddie actually seems to forget everything around him but you, and loses every thought he ever hand as he feels your wrap try to grip him firmly so your hand could be fully grasping it. But without ever seeing Eddie's cock, you can just feel how big it was. He wasn't just big, he was thick and you were admittedly scared.

"Wait, Eds, I-" The minute you said wait his hand stopped, leaving your core and instead going to your side as he lifted himself up to see you fully. You rolled onto your back after taking your hand away from him and he searched your face worriedly.

"Are you okay? Did I do too much? I'm sorry I-" He started to apologize and you just wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down, meeting your lips with his.

The minute your lips touch you know in your gut you'd never be able to kiss anyone else and have it feel the same as it does right now. Maybe you really were in love with him because you'd never felt like this before.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. I want more, and i want you, it's just," You hesitated, wondering if the words that were going to come out of your mouth were going to scare him into not going further.

"You can talk to me, baby. I just told you how much I've always thought about you and looked at you which is borderline stalking. I'll listen." He pokes fun, his hand resting on top of your stomach.

The blankets were practically thrown off when Eddie decided to take your panties to your mid thigh, so now you lie there with your panties pulled back up and your tank top now showing your midriff.

"I'm, technically I'm like, a virgin." You confessed and his eyes went wide involuntarily, which made you cringe. You knew it'd be weird. Almost 19, graduating high school very soon, and not as much as a single guy fingering you ever.

"Like, fully? You've never done anything?" He asked, not a lick of judgement on his tongue.

"No, just, I mean I've obviously touched myself before," You begin and he opens his mouth.

"Obviously," He teased, like he was able to tell. You slapped his chest and laughed, shaking your head.

"Shut up," You said and continued, "I've just never let anyone go that far with me, and trust me there was never much of a line of guys to choose from either." You said and his hand went up to your face, touching your cheek and moving your frizzy hair from your face.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." He reassured and you rested your hand against his, looking into his eyes.

"It's not that. I really want to. Like really, especially with you. Only if you're okay with being my first." You said and he almost looked shocked.

You were really asking him if he'd be okay taking your virginity, as if he'd ever say no. Anyone else, he'd say no. Too much emotional baggage for both parties honestly, he felt. But you, here you were just after riding his fingers, in a pair of panties and a thin measly tank top, saying you want him to be your first.

"If I'm okay with it? Only if you're okay with it, and only if this isn't a one time thing. Because I think I'm already obsessed with you and actually seeing you with someone else after this is going to send me to the psych ward." He said seriously, tapping your cheek with his pointer finger.

You loved it. You love the fact that there was this mutual attraction and mutual pining, but it made your core throb knowing he really only wanted you. That he'd lose his mind seeing you with someone else.

You don't answer him, instead you take his fingers from your cheek with your hand, grabbing the same two that were inside of you and teased them around your lips, your tongue poking out to act as if your lips were around his cock.

He couldn't believe what he was watching, how you swirled your tongue around his finger tips and ended up coating them with your spit, sucking on them and licking.

"You, you're-" He tried to spit out but nothing. His head was fucking empty except for this image burned into his mind, and he felt your teeth graze his knuckles as you took them from your mouth.

"I don't know how else to say it, Eddie. I need you." He wasted absolutely no time, diving down to your chest to kiss over your neck and collarbones. He ends up crawling on top of you and spreading your legs open with his knees so he can get between your legs.

"So that means no one's ever eaten this pretty pussy out before?" He asked against your chest, moving his hands up your shirt to your breasts that look absolutely mouth watering when you're on your back. And in general. Eddie just really loved boobs.

"No, I've never let anyone." You responded as he lifted your shirt up releasing your boobs from their confinement and enjoying the way they looked under this pink glow in the room.

"You want me to baby? Cus I reaaaally want to. Like reaaaally, reaaaaaally want to," He said as he brought his face closer to yours.

"I want you to eat me out, please Eddie." You begged in a whisper against his lips. You felt yourself clenching on nothing, still wet from having his fingers inside of you.

"Thank God," He breathed and started to kiss down your boobs, pushing them together with his hands and sucking gently on the skin around your nipples.

"You are so fucking sexy. I'm, fuck you are just, mmpfh," He grunted as he smothered his face in your chest, motor-boating you as you ran your fingers through you hair.

He plays with your tits for a bit, pinching and flicking and sucking your nipple until he makes his way down your stomach. He leaves kisses down every inch of you, gripping you and your stomach as he made his way down between your legs.

"I thought about you, um, like that a lot. I wanted to know how your lips felt on me." You confessed as you stuffed pillows behind your back so you're sitting up a little to see him. He almost felt his cock grow harder after you said that, making him rub gently against the bed.

"Yeah? My sweet girl thinkin' of me eating this pretty ass pussy, thinkin' of my tongue all over you? Is that right?" He asked as he rubbed his pointer finger over the wet spot on your panties, caressing your mound and the outline of your lips.

"I, yes fuck, yes I was. I always thought of, of how you'd feel inside me. I would-" You stopped yourself from saying too much as he continued to rub against your clothed pussy.

"Would what, baby?" He asked, moving his finger to the edge of your panties and running over the fat of your thigh.

"I, I would touch myself. To you." You confessed and Eddie almost fainted. He genuinely felt light headed as he started to picture you in this bed, your hand between those pretty pussy lips and dipping inside your heat.

"In this bed?" He asked, moving his head to kiss and nibble on your inner thigh.

"Yes, here, right here."

"Let me take these off for you baby," he said grabbing the hem of your panties and dragging them down. You lift your hips up and let him slide them off, opening your legs again do his face is right in front of your pussy. He honestly loved the hair you had, his hands going to tug in it.

"M' sorry, I haven't shaved in a bit," You confessed, looking down at him between your legs as his eyes looked up.

"You think I care baby? Love this shit, you're so fucking perfect. I bet you taste better than you look," He groaned as immediately moved his hand to take two fingers and spread your heat to expose your clit and hole.

"Look at this, fuck I'm trying not to bust right now, you are soaked. It's all for me angel?" He asked, rubbing his fingers along your slit and you're almost sat up with your knees bent, so your tits are pushed together and kind of in your face as you squirm and moan

"All for you Eddie, please. You make me so fucking wet," You confessed and threw your head back when his tongue laid flat on your clit.

"Fuck, Eddie oh my god," you moaned, leaning back more to push your mound into his face and he noticed. He let you push up to suffocate him with your pussy. He pulled away with a large breath.

"Don't be shy, baby. You want me to eat you out? Make me do it, ride my face if you want to, push my head into this pretty pussy. I will die by this fucking pussy, princess." He growled, looking into your eyes as you whimpered and nodded.

He smiled, kissing your inner thigh before going back to licking and suck at your clit before entering his two fingers.

You don't hold back with your moans, or the force your putting into grinding your cunt into his face.

"Baby, please please don't stop, fu-fuck it feels so good please," You cried, his eyes never leaving yours as he slurps and licks all your juices.

He was in heaven, there was nothing that could compare to watching you losing your mind over his tongue. He wanted you to feel good, to feel sexy, to feel loved. He needed you to know there was no one he'd rather do this with.

He just kept going, pumping his fingers in and out slowly, kissing over your pussy lips just to go back to licking you from your clit to your hole. Eddie kept lapping at your hole as he finger fucked you, then went up to your clit with his tongue and used his other hand to rub your clit and lick at the same time.

"Eddie, baby, I think you're gon-gonna make me cum," you said, placing your hands on either side of his head as he watched your eyebrows furrow and eyes fight to stay open so you could watch him as you cum.

You were a mess at this point, your pussy was glistening under the pink glow, your juices were all over his lips and chin, leaking down your ass.

"Give it to me baby, let me watch you cum on my fingers," he said after he pulled away, moving to rub your clit and finger you at the same time.

"I'm cumming, fuck fuck fuck, Eddieee," You cried out as you dragged his name. The pressure in your lower stomach reached its hilt, making you clench and arch your body as you came undone. You tried to close your legs to press your thighs together except Eddie held them open as he watched you tremble and your legs shake.

"Oh baby, I could watch you all fucking day, every day. My pretty girl, all fucking mine," he said, licking up your cum as you flinch from the sensitivity.

"All yours?" You asked in a breath, and he removed himself from between your legs to stand up.

He stands on your side of the bed and undresses himself, removing his shirt to show his inked skin and your eyes followed his tattooed fingers to his pajama pants, pulling both his pants and boxers down.

Your eyes were glued on his cock, at a loss for words seeing it bob up and down being freed from his clothes. The tip even looked red in this lighting, and you could see a bit of precum coat it. You admired the veins and the length, the way it jerked and how thick he was. You didn't know if you'd be able to take all of him for your first time, but seeing him stand there naked made you even more wet, feeling that same horniness all over again.

You sat up and reached towards him after getting on your knees, and you pull him down on the bed, making your way to straddle his hips with your bare cunt against his shaft.

"Fuck, princess what are you doing?" He asked, grabbing a pillow to put behind his head so he could see you straddling him and slowly moving your hips against him to coat his cock in your wetness.

"I want it like this, wanna take my time," You moaned, kind of nervous to put your hands on his chest to hold up your weight, so you just took your shirt off and kind of rested your hands on your thighs as you grined into him a bit. He just watched as you basically took control.

"Get comfortable baby, put your hands on my chest," He said, almost reading your mind.

"I'm too heavy Eds, I'll literally break your sternum." You joked and he squeezed your bare hips harshly.

"I wasn't asking, pretty girl. Now let me see how you want me, show me," He encouraged, softly smacking your ass as you reluctantly placed your hands on his chest, but not before running over all of his tattoos and his abdomen.

"You're so pretty, Eds. I love looking at you." You murmured, kind of sitting on his cock now. You traced the lines of the different tattoos, then leaned down and started kissing them one by one.

"Fuck, you're gonna kill me, sweetheart," He said as he gripped your bare ass tighter, trying to contain himself as he feels your wetness against him. He couldn't accept the fact that you were naked on top of him, that he was able to move and grope your tits as they rested at their natural position, that he could see all of you.

"Can I put it inside?" You asked, moving your hands to his chest and situating your body further up so you can maneuver and slide him inside of you.

You noticed how your stomach kind of touch his even though you were far from leaning against him, realizing now you're bare naked on top of him, as he is bare naked below you. You weren't self conscious, just very aware of everything but didn't let it stop you. You wanted him and you were going to have him.

"You can do whatever you want with me baby, I'd do anything you tell me to do." He said, watching as you lifted yourself up and grabbed his cock, stifling a groan, and pressing your tip against your hole.

"Will it hurt?" You asked, feeling the pressure and tightness as his tip teased you.

"We don't have to do it like this baby, you can be my pillow princess and I'll do all the work," He said. He wanted you to relax and have nothing to worry about, not wanting to overwork yourself when he can make you feel equally as good without you making yourself uncomfortable.

"No. This is how I want it. Wanna feel you fill me up like this." You said and leaned on your hands that were on his chest, and slowly started to sink onto him. He was going in and out of consciousness practically, hearing you talk like this was so foreign to him but he wanted more of it.

He felt like he was disassociating, you were so enchanting on top of him, so attention grabbing—he was having a hard time trying to focus on your moans when he's watching the way all of you in your glory.

Inch after inch you felt that fullness you craved, making your eyes shut and your mouth hang open as Eddie takes it in. The confidence you had with being on top made him wonder what else you liked, what else you've always wanted to try, anything you've thought about. He wanted to know it all.

He can't even form a single word. Never in his life had he felt someone so wet, so tight, and all for him. He was going to ruin you and you fucking knew it, he wanted to live in this moment forever with you. He wanted to rewatch you sink onto him for the very first time ever. Eddie forced himself to stay still as you took your time adjusting to his length and girth, heavy breathing and panting as you stopped half way.

He let you do what you needed to do, and enjoyed the scene as you rested your hands against his chest and took in a deep, shaky breath.

"I, I just need a minute," You said with your voice wavering, holding yourself still for a few seconds then starting to move your hips up and down slowly on his shaft.

"Fuck, fuuuuck, are you kidding me," Eddie breathed as he watched you slowly ride him, his eyes focused on the way your tits hung in his face and how your pussy was engulfing his cock like a vacuum sealer. His hands went to grope your tits, playing with your nipples as you bounced on him. He just knew your body almost immediately, and you didn't even know it was possible to want him even more.

He loved the way your tummy looked, how your hips looked in this position, the way your thighs tensed under his touch as you rode. Every curve, every roll, every stretch mark he drank it in. You were so plush, so full, and he was in love.

"I, oh my god," You moaned, getting used to the size and the twinge of pain as you tried to speedup the movement, only stopping half way. You knew it'd be too much to try right now, you wanted to feel him stretch you out without too much pain.

"Wait, fuck, wait," He hissed and squeezed your hips, throwing his head back as you wait.

"Are you okay?" You asked and he looked at you with an almost angry look.

"I, I was gonna cum. You're just, fuck, you could tell me you think I'm sexy and I'd cum." He said and smiled. You waited and he finally gave you the greenlight, and this time you decide to sink onto him completely. You needed to feel all of him, to feel him reach your cervix, to feel what it's like to not be a virgin anymore. And you needed Eddie to be the one to experience all of it with you.

"I think you're so sexy, Eddie," you teased as you sunk down on him again, watching him grab your body and tits.

"Oh fuck, Eddie, fuck you're so big," You moaned, sitting completely on him as he hissed and watched as his cock disappeared inside of you.

Another thing he loved was your mouth, and the dirty things you'd tell him while he was inside of you. Eddie was so surprised you wanted him bare, raw, he didn't even know if you were on birth control or had any condoms. But he didn't care.

He felt all of you, he felt you clench and squeeze your walls as you softly bounced on his cock, and he felt himself getting near his release for the second time. But he could only watch you bounce on him for so long before he bends his knees and pushes you to his chest so that your bare chest is against his, and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Let me make you feel good, baby. Let me take what's mine. You're all fucking mine." He repeated in your ear as he began to thrust inside you repeatedly at a steady pace, rough but careful, something that makes you start to feel your build up again. He wanted to remind you that you were his and he was yours, and will always be that way.

"M' yours Eddie, please, I'm yours," you sobbed into his shoulder, feeling him stretch you out and reach inside your guts. It was almost a little painful as he fucked into you from the bottom, but you soon began to love it because it was Eddie.

Eddie was making you feel this way, you made Eddie feel that way, everything about this made you want to keep it for yourself forever. You loved how he held you right now, you loved the way he fit inside you and how he made you feel so sexy being filled up by him. You were unable to even acknowledge your reality, it was just you and him in this moment and that's all that mattered for you.

Eddie wasn't holding back anymore like he did. He simply couldn't, not with feeling how tight and how needy you were for him, how your cries sounded in the silence of your room. He wanted to ruin you but wanted to love you. He felt he could do both, so he did.

"Eddie, Eddie fuck oh my god you feel so fucking good," You cried out and he spanked you.

"Yeah? Fuck baby, this pussy was made just for me. Been my missing piece," He said as the sweat built up on his forehead.

His moans were loud and deep, he groaned every time you clenched your walls as he fucked into you. You couldn't describe the sounds the two of you made together, it was pure pornography. You loved the way Eddie was so vocal with you, you could cum to his voice if you wanted to, and before you'd never even imagine him talking dirty with you.

"You're gonna make me fucking cum, sweetheart." He admitted, hooking his arms under your thighs and lifting his hips up, fucking into you like that so you're limp and fulling depending on him to hold you up.

"Mm, fuck, fuck fuck Eddie, I'm cumming for you, I'm gonna cum," You pleaded, your vision blurring as you felt that rubber band snap inside of you, forcing you to release and cum all over his cock as he kept thrusting inside of you chasing his high.

"Where do you want me to cum, sweet girl?" He asked as he felt your cunt squeeze him, refusing to let him go.

"In me, inside, fill me please, pretty fucking please," You cried as you rode out your high, but the way he kept fucking you even after you cried had you whining and moaning louder than you wanted to be, so you moved your head and bit down on Eddie's shoulder.

"Oh fuck," He groaned, the feeling of your teeth sunken into his skin as he was about to cum made him have an out of body experience, him thrusting a few more times as he painted your walls white while your hips stuttered against his.

Your teeth stay clamped onto his shoulder, his arms resting you back to your original position, his cock still buried inside you and your tits pressed into his chest. Eddie had his head thrown back as he tried to catch his breath, and he was undoubtedly aware that he was still resting inside you as you finally decided to release your bite and press your cheek against his shoulder.

"You bit me?" He asked, his hands resting on your back as he moved them to caress your skin. He rubbed over your back, your rolls, and the top of your ass as his chest hummed against your body.

"Sorry," You said shyly.

"I felt it was better than waking the whole house up," You finished and he chuckled, your body moving with his.

"Don't apologize. Apparently it's a very big turn on from me now, but I think only when you do it. Makes me feel like I did a good job, like I said I get performance anxiety with you," He joked and you smiled against his chest.

"Thank you. I don't think my first time could've been any better," You murmured. You felt your sleepiness creep up on you again and felt almost defeated by it because you didn't even bother to move after laying on top of him.

"Next time, I'm on top." He said and you moved to lift your head so you could look at his pretty face. It was a bit sweaty, but still in a daze of sex and pleasure.

"Whatever you want, I just want to be the only one you're on top of." You said and he stretched his neck to see your face.

"Always, baby. You're mine now, I'm literally never letting you go." He said and kissed the top of your head as you moved your head back to lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

That's how the two of you fell asleep—naked, you laying on top of him, and in your bed, hoping that this turns into more than you say it is.

#fat girls #plus size smut #smut #chubby smut #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things #friends to lovers #chubby #chubby reader #eddie munson

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impashableimagines · 10 months

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Im in need of asra smut, please quench my thirst. (Asra x The Apprentice) 💆🏻🙇🏻‍♀️🙏🏻 thank you. God bless you 😩😂😂

Hope this sates your need (even though it's like 2 years too late)! I'm writing for a Fem!MC bc it was not otherwise specified:

Asra's first instinct after bringing MC in as their apprentice is to be friendly. Just, friendly.

But as they get to know her, that becomes so much more difficult than they thought it would be.

She's just too charming, too soft, too inviting.

So when she accidentally-on-purpose implies that she'd like to bed Asra in the form of a casual, off-handed comment, they decide it's time to stop holding back with their flirting.

What used to be friendly chatter slowly transforms into flirty banter and soft touches, sensual massages, and gentle kisses to your cheek.

It all progresses very slowly, cautiously, because they don't want to push her boundaries before she's ready, despite her all but having verbally consented.

So unless she pushes for more, it will take a while before they get anywhere sexually. Asra's too much of a gentleperson to introduce the idea, even if they're both interested.

So, with that in mind, she's the one to initiate the first time.

She meets Asra for dinner at home after a day of dealing with local merchants, and after being flirted at forwardly by seemingly everyone, that is, except the one person she actually wants to be forward with her, she's frustrated.

She grabs them by the collar of their shirt and pulls them into her, her lips pressed firmly against theirs. They'll melt into her advances instantly, surging into the kiss more deeply and instinctively grasping at her hips to hold her as close as possible.

As previously mentioned, she's got to guide Asra here, as they don't want to risk overstepping her comfort zone, but if she acts enthusiastically, they will too.

As soon as she expresses enthusiastic consent, expect Asra to worship her. On their knees, enthusiastically, face buried into her cunt and arms wrapped around her, hands grasping at her hips to hold her steady as they eat her out.

Asra feels entirely like a service-switch, basically melding into whatever role suits the mood of the moment.

The first time they fuck, Asra makes sure to thoroughly prep MC and tease her, getting her off with their mouth and fingers more than once, sinful moans and words of praise falling from their lips whenever they come up for air.

"You taste so sweet, my love, I could feast on you all night." They'd murmur against her skin as they suck her slick from their fingertips. "How does that sound?"

They'll build up her frustrations so sweetly, making her come again and again on their fingers and lips until she's growling and practically pouncing them for more.

She'll push them onto the bed and climb onto their lap, grinding against their hardened member until they're whining, arching their hips up to meet hers in desperation.

Both of them are desperate for more contact, but she'll drag it out in a playful act of vengeance for their prior teasing. The more buildup, the more anticipation, the better the act will be, she knows.

Finally, she unbuttons the desperate magician's pants, freeing their cock, and she slips her panties to the side to sink down onto it with pleasure, drawing the most perfect groans from Asra's lips.

As much as MC would love her full vengeance, she decides against it in favor of riding them to her (and their) conclusion, and continuing to bounce on their cock until she can hardly move anymore, dragging as much pleasure and overstimulation out of Asra as they did from her.

#amab!asra #arcana lemon #asra alnazar #asra the magician #fem!reader #asra x reader #not my best work - i'm sorry

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katcoquette · 2 years

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Too Many Games, 18+

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!Reader

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summary: requested by @iloveefictionalpeople! <3 you'd always thought jake played too many games, and tonight was no exception

★ word count: 1.5k

★ tw: smut 18+ I'm so serious, oral (f receiving), fingering, also this is my first smut pls be gentle, you are responsible for your own media consumption!

★ author's note: i dont have anything to say?? he’s just like so sexy?? except I have a lot to say firstly, this was a pain in my ass to get to tumblr because I wrote it on my phone last night at 3AM and was just frantically trying to get it all down, secondly PLEASE I was too mortified in the light of day to edit my night fantasies like LITERALLY could barely get through formatting so please let me know if there are big mistakes, thirdly... enjoy because I know I did ;)

It was late, most of the bar's patrons had already left satisfied and drunk off their asses aside from a small group of top gun pilots gathered around the dart board. You’d told Penny to take off early, promising to lock up and make it home safely on your own. You finished cleaning the last glasses of the night, trying to delay closing as long as you could for the men you’d seen frequenting the bar all summer long. Eventually, after closing all the blinds, you run out of tasks (and even made-up tasks) and decide the time has come to ask them to leave.

What a shame.

“You boys ready to go?” You offer a smile with it in an attempt to soften your bluntness, tossing a bar towel over your shoulder. They chuckle in response, one of them offering a “we’ll get out of your hair”, while the rest of them agree and start to leave.

All except one. Hangman.

He was by far the hottest of the group, and he had the ego to prove it. You loved the days when he visited the bar, always with some cheeky comment to you at the beginning of the night, and with every drink order thereafter. He kept an eye on you, followed your orders to throw people out, sent smirks your way in between shots. It had become a routine, a buildup, but it was one that you weren’t sure would ever extend beyond flirting.

He says goodbye to his friends and makes up some excuse to linger longer, fingering a dart absentmindedly while he waits for the bar to be fully empty. You sneak glances as you move around the bar, turning out the lights, and god if you didn’t wish those fingers were doing something else. You go back behind the counter and discard your towel.

“You planning on spendin’ the night?” You tease, hands planted on the bar as he finally makes his way over to you.

He leans in as far as the counter will allow, “I feel like playing one more game.” His eyes flicker not so subtly from your lips to meet your eyes. “Care to join me? We can make it interesting.” His signature cocky grin is firmly on his lips.

You touch your tongue to the back of your teeth and look up at him, considering his offer. “I’m intrigued…you’re on.” He holds out his hand and you take it, climbing over the bar to follow him back to the dart board.

“The name of the game is Strip Darts.” He announces, handing you a set of darts. “Do you need an explanation of the rules?”

You almost snort, “Seems pretty self explanatory.” He holds up his hands, a smirk on his face. “Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You narrow your eyes playfully, then turn and throw the dart, hitting a space in the inner ring. You turn back to him with an innocent smile. “I believe that’s your shirt gone, Bagman.”

His jaw clenches slightly at the name, causing your smile to turn smug. “Need any help?” You quip, to which he responds with a sarcastic smile, and one shirt thrown to the floor. “My turn.”

He throws a dart and hits the outer ring of the bullseye. “That counts as two.”

“Bullshit.”

“Hey, you’re the one who didn’t want to hear the rules! Not my fault it bit you in the ass so early.” He winks.

“Fine.” You say, sliding off both your sandals. He narrows his eyes, but doesn’t protest at your loophole.

You hit the board again and are rewarded with his undershirt being discarded, leaving his chest on full display. You gulp as his arms flex to pull it over his head, unashamedly staring at his abs, and then trailing your gaze even lower.

He clears his throat, and your eyes snap back up to his. He’s grinning again. It was a challenge. He takes his turn.

Bullseye.

He puts his arms up in the air, as if he’s just scored a touchdown, and spins to face you. “That.” He emphasizes, pointing to the board. “Is worth three items of clothing.” The rules were obviously stacked against you, but you decide that won't stop you from beating him at his own game.

You undo the button on your jeans, keeping your eyes locked with his as you pull them down and step out of them. His smirk falters when he sees the thong you’re wearing. You cock your head, convinced you have the upper hand again, and start to unbutton the top you have on while walking closer to him.

You stop about a foot away, letting the shirt fall off your shoulders and onto the ground. You’re left in your bra and underwear. “That’s two.” You say sweetly, “Third’s your choice.” He takes a sharp breath in, and you realize then that the game of darts would be abandoned.

Now you were playing an entirely different game, and it was the one you’d been dying to finish all summer.

His gaze roam your body hungrily, all tension coming to a head.

His eyes snap back to yours.

And then he’s crashing his lips against yours in an unrestrained kiss.

His fingers unclasp the back of your bra without breaking from you, and you help him pull the straps off, letting it fall between the two of you onto the ground. Arms now free, you wrap one over his shoulder, hand splayed across his back in an attempt to ground yourself in this moment. His mouth leaves yours to move to your neck, leaving wet bites as he continues down.

You tilt your head back to give him better access and let out a moan as he gets closer to the curve of your breasts, your hand moving up to grasp at the hair on the back of his head. Your other hand grips his bicep.

“Jake…”

At the sound of his name he sighs, squeezing your tits then leaving one last mark there, causing your nipples to harden. One arm wraps tightly around you so your bare chests are pressed together as he moves back to your lips, his other hand cupping your chin while he kisses you.

His arms keep you steady as he walks you back toward the bar until you feel your ass hit the edge. When you do, his hand grips your ass, lifting you up onto the bar in a sudden move that startles a yelp and then a laugh out of you.

He takes a step back and smiles, a genuine, in-awe-of-you smile, as his eyes rake over your half-naked form propped up on the counter.

“God you’re so fuckin’ pretty. Look at you.”

You blush, “Come back.” You pout, extending your leg to brush over his pants. He groans at the contact, “Don’t have to tell me twice.” And he’s back in your arms. His tongue enters your mouth this time, and you reach down to unbutton his pants.

He chuckles against your lips, grabbing your wrist to stop you from undoing the zipper. He rests his forehead against yours as you both breath heavily, and, still holding your wrist with one hand, the other skims down your side, stopping just above the waistband of your thong.

“You’ve been teasing me a long time, sweetheart.” He snaps the band, causing your core to pulse. He gives you a chaste kiss. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you at this bar all summer eye-fucking me.”

You smirk. “There’s just something about you pilots.”

“Oh yeah?“ He encourages you, his fingers tracing the outline of your underwear, further and further down, until he’s moving the fabric aside to part your swollen lips. The cold air hits your area, and you feel like you stop breathing just as his fingers do. He’s waiting for you to say something.

“One pilot.” You admit, desperate for his fingers to touch you. He connects your lips at the same time that he pushes two fingers into you. “Oh god.” You moan into his mouth. “Not quite.” He answers between kisses. “But close.” You can feel him smirk against your lips as his fingers continue to work in and out of you.

“Fuck please.” You beg as he curls his fingers. “Please what, baby?” He rasps.

“I wanna feel your tongue.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead just smiling and giving you one more kiss as he pulls out his fingers. You almost whine at the loss of contact, but then he’s lowering to his knees, hands sliding down to your thighs.

You gasp softly as he pushes your knees wider, pressing kisses to your inner thigh. He looks up at you from his spot between your legs, and god he looks beautiful.

Your chest heaves with deep breathes as you wait with anticipation. He pushes aside the material of your thong for the second time, licking a deep stripe up.

Your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy as he sucks your clit, finding it easily. You lean back onto your elbows, and throw your head back. "Feels so good, Jake." You breathe out, already close.

He picks up on that, his finger replacing his mouth on your clit, "You're doing so good for me, aren't you?" He asks before his tongue moves lower. It doesn’t take much longer for him to send you over the edge.

When he’s done nursing you through your high, he stands up and leans over you, resting his chin on your chest as you lean, practically lay over the bar, barely able to hold yourself up. He notices and puts his arms behind your back, relieving some of the tension.

"You broke the rules." You whisper, still seeing stars.

“That doesn't count because I left your panties on.” He smirks, "Besides, I made the rules." His voice rasps in your ear.

“Please just fuck me.” You plead. He chuckles.

“We’ll save that for our next game.”

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My Idol 3: Part Twenty

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My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

You imagined from Jinyoung's perspective; you looked a bit like a fish gasping for air. Opening your mouth only to close it again when no words came, you grappled with what to do.

Pulling himself up into a much less seductive position, (albeit still hot - it was THE Park Jinyoung after all) he patted the bed lightly beside him and smiled. "Sit."

Your brain instantly obeyed, dropping your body like dead weight beside his.

"I bet you're wondering why you're here with me," Jinyoung smiled easily. "And not Jack-"

"Y/N!" a familiar, gravelly voice called as it came hurtling into the room.

Belly-flopping into both you and Jinyoung's laps, Jackson splayed across your thighs, a wide smile on his face.

"Yah," Jinyoung groaned, immediately pushing the older man's legs away, causing Jackson to roll toward the ground. "You didn't even let me get to the buildup."

Plopping unceremoniously onto the hard wood floor, Jackson winced. "I was excited."

"Evidently," Jinyoung grumbled, shaking his head.

Trying to hide your amusement, you watched as Jackson crawled back toward the bed. Pulling himself to his knees, he set his arms gently across your legs and smiled up at you. "Hello, gorgeous."

"And it begins!" Jinyoung groaned. "I couldn't even flirt for five minutes without you ruining it."

"It's my date," Jackson bickered back. "Why should I let you flirt with them?"

"Because," Jinyoung said softly. Turning toward you, he reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Biting his lip slowly, he let it pop out from his teeth before smiling. "I'm good at it."

His methods were much more efficient than you had anticipated, causing your soul to leave your body before slamming back into it again. What in the Wattpad was that?

"So am I!" Jackson whined. "Y/N, tell him how much I romanced you on our first date."

"Oh yeah," you nodded, still struggling to get your bearings. "So much romance. Very...wow."

Jackson rolled his eyes as Jinyoung cackled.

"Jinyoung's obvious jealousy aside," Jackson sighed. "Are you ready for the best slumber party ever?"

"I'm going to own Season 4 when they draft me for this show," Jinyoung pouted. "Mark my words."

"Who came up with the idea for a slumber party?" you asked, noting how very themed it was. You hadn't noticed it when you walked in, but there were three sleeping bags rolled up and set at the head of the bed, each with their own signature 90's cartoon character. The fairy lights you had thought came default in the room were actually haphazardly strung Christmas lights. There were also even more snacks spread out on the bedside tables.

"Me," Jinyoung and Jackson said in unison, only to turn on each other. "You?!"

"I've always wanted to have a good, old-fashioned y2k slumber party," Jackson challenged. "I trained a lot as a kid and didn't have time to do fun stuff like this."

"You may have always wanted to do it," Jinyoung countered. "But I was the one who suggested it."

Narrowing his eyes and tilting his head to the side, Jackson gave a small nod in acknowledgement. "Okay, maybe I remember that."

Watching the two of them bicker back and forth was one of the purest forms of entertainment you had had in a while.

"Why don't we get started on some snacks?" Jackson continued cheerfully, springing from his spot on the floor. Grabbing you by the wrist, he dragged you through the camera men and back into the seating area. "Pick your poison."

Your eyes weren't sure where to land first. Every Korean chip and candy that you were familiar with was clustered on the tabletop. There were even snacks from your home country, which was a special surprise.

You glanced up to Jackson who was busy watching you. "Pick for me?"

A slow smile spread across his lips as he began to nod. "How about this," he hummed, putting a bag of shrimp chips in one hand. "And this to balance it out." He placed Lotte chocolate in the opposite hand. "Go sit and I'll grab us all some drinks."

Doing as you were told, you waddled with your snacks (you had admittedly grabbed one or two more) and cuddled up on the sofa.

Jinyoung followed behind, a bag of seaweed snacks in his hand as he dropped heavily in one of the accent chairs. "I have to ask, Y/N. What are your intentions with my friend?"

A shit eating grin spread across his face as you heard Jackson bark laugh from the kitchenette.

You snorted softly with amusement. It was incredibly clear how important Jackson and Jinyoung were to each other, so even though Jinyoung was phrasing it in a joking manner, there was a hint of seriousness behind the question.

"I have only good intentions," you said carefully. "While not every choice has been my own, I'm really valuing the time that I've spent with Jackson, and I look forward to getting to know him better."

"What a diplomatic answer," Jinyoung hummed. "Do you think you have a handle on his personality from what you've seen so far?"

"Maybe a certain side of it," you nodded. "He's very caring, especially when it comes to his family, both found and biological."

You watched Jinyoung's lips twitch at that. The way you saw it, Got7 was the family that Jackson got to choose, and he was all the better for it.

"He's got a fiery side to him," you continued. "But in different ways. He's fiery in his passion for what he's doing and, in his communication, to get his point across. He's also fiery in a simmering sense."

"Do tell."

You felt your cheeks grow warm. "Well, he has no issue conveying what he wants emotionally...or physically."

"Physically?" Jinyoung coughed, wide-eyed.

"Calm down," Jackson chuckled, placing a kiss on the top of your head before handing a drink to his member. "I tried to kiss them. No big deal."

"But I'm guessing he was very clear while trying to do that," Jinyoung finished, gladly accepting the bottle he was offered.

"It's important to be clear," Jackson nodded, taking a seat beside you. "I never want to pressure someone into something they don't want."

"Which brings me to my next point," you smiled. "He's both nice and kind. He's nice while other people are around, and very respectful. But in private, he's extremely kind. It's in his words and actions that not everyone gets to see. He doesn't need to prove that side of himself to anyone. He just gives it freely."

"Well said," Jinyoung agreed.

Jackson let out a chirp of approval, a cheesy smile on his face. "I could listen to you two talk about me all day."

"Which means we should stop immediately," Jinyoung laughed.

"No, no," you interrupted. "I want you to tell me about him. From a friend's perspective."

Jinyoung took a deep breath before leaning all the way back in his seat. He eyed his friend wearily.

"I met Jackson on his very first day in Korea," Jinyoung started. "I asked one of the managers if he was an actor from Hong Kong because he was so handsome."

Jackson beamed as he slapped the air. "You are a good flirt."

Jinyoung smiled before shaking his head. "We went out to a restaurant and started to get to know each other. I liked him from the very beginning. He was just so free. I know we all see this side of him that's so bright and clever, but really, he's one of the calmest people in private. He's a grounding force."

"Someone has to be," Jackson chuckled. "Half of you have the worst tempers."

Ignoring that barb, Jinyoung continued. "I like to say that he's my teacher of life. He tells me all the time that I can do anything. You'll find with this career that a lot of people will say that, but with him, you actually believe it. He has so much faith in you that you start having faith in yourself."

"Needless to say," Jackson said, emotion clear in his voice. "We're friends for life."

"We are," Jinyoung agreed.

"He's a true-hearted friend," Jackson nodded. "I know this wasn't a question about him, but in fifty or sixty years, I think we'll still be spending time together."

"Little old men," Jinyoung laughed. "Pop, locking, and dropping it."

"I hope I'm there to see it," you smiled.

"Me too," Jackson hummed, wiggling his brows. "Cause that'll mean I won."

"Not necessarily," Jinyoung said, waving a finger. "You could just be friends."

"Okay, that's fair," Jackson agreed. "If I didn't get another option, I think I'd be happy with that too."

"Thanks," you grinned. "Hopefully you'll have a high opinion of me someday as well. Hearing you two talk about each other is adorable."

"Adorable," Jinyoung scoffed. "Please don't tell another living soul."

"I hate to break it to you," Jackson whispered. "But there's been cameras recording this whole time."

Jinyoung sprung forward, clutching his chest as he gasped. "How was I supposed to know?! I should have charged a higher price to say all of that."

Jackson giggled. "Before my friend here makes me pay a compliment tax, why don't we play a game?"

"Sure," you agreed easily. "What did you have in mind?"

"Weeeell," he sang. "It wouldn't be a real slumber party without a game of truth or dare, would it?"

You shuttered internally. While you hadn't been to an abundance of sleepovers in your day, you had been forced into truth or dare more than once. The game could go one of two ways; one, incredibly boring because everyone chooses truth, or two, grow out of control as people try to out-dare each other. Judging your company, you were leaning toward the latter.

"Alright Y/N," Jinyoung said, mischievousness dancing across his features. "Truth or dare?"

You sighed, knowing that picking truth would be a cop out, but didn't want to commit to whatever twisted dare these two could come up with. "Truth."

"What's your worst fear?" Jinyoung asked. "Specifically, about this show?"

You weren't sure what kind of question you had been expecting, but it definitely wasn't that. Jinyoung had pin-pointed the exact thing that could instantly turn your brain to mush. You tried to tread water in the sea of problems that My Idol presented. Due to recent events, one of your newest fears was that you or one of the guys would get injured. Some of them already had and that was pain enough. The thought that it could get worse wasn't a line that you wanted to cross right now. No, you'd choose to ignore the chaos of the security issues and go with something that had been one of your fears when the show started.

"I'm afraid that I'll fall in love with more than one person," you admitted. "And that I'll have to break their heart and my own to make a decision."

Jackson's hand quickly found yours and gave it a soft squeeze. "You're not in an enviable position."

"Everyone thinks dating idols is all fun and games until you actually like them," Jinyoung smirked. "I think that's an easy fear to understand. Do you think it's possible to fall in love with more than one person at a time?"

"Hey, hey," Jackson said. "Only one question per truth."

"It's okay," you chuckled. "I didn't think so before I started this show, but now that I'm in it... It's starting to become a worry."

Jinyoung nodded. "I'm sure it'll all turn out fine. You just have to love Jackson best."

You let out a surprised laugh. "I'll see what I can do."

"Jinyoungie," Jackson cooed. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," the man across from you said confidently.

"I dare you to go to our neighbors across the hall," Jackson grinned. "And ask them to have a dance party with you."

"In the hall?" Jinyoung winced.

"In the hall," Jackson confirmed.

"Isn't that a little much?" Jinyoung whined. "They're just people minding their own business. What if-"

"You could choose truth," Jackson teased. "If you're a... chicken."

Jinyoung's expression smoothed before quirking a brow. "I'm not a chicken."

"I dunno," you said, joining in on the fun. "Sounds suspiciously like something a chicken would say."

"God, you two are made for each other," Jinyoung grumbled, pushing out of his seat. "Where's the speaker?"

And that was how you and Jackson stood behind Jinyoung as he spun what had to have been an 80-year-old woman to the sweet sounds of JJ Project's Bounce (Jackson's request).

"That was cruel and unusual punishment," Jinyoung whined, plopping back into his chair.

You and Jackson dissolved into a fit of giggles as you both fell onto the couch.

"This has to be the best day of my life," Jackson cackled. "Why did she try to give you money after?"

"Did she think it was a service?" you gasped between peals of laughter. "That she was tipping you?"

"Oh god," Jinyoung groaned. "She kept trying to tuck it into my sweater pocket. And when I refused, she put a finger up to my lips to shush me."

The visual was enough to cause you and Jackson to laugh even harder.

'Okay, enough!" Jinyoung pleaded. "Jackson, please, truth or dare?"

"This isn't about me!" Jackson screeched. "This about you and your Host business!"

"Truth or dare," Jinyoung repeated through his fingers now covering his face.

"Dare, obviously," Jackson said, finally letting his laughter wind down.

"I dare you to jump into the pool," Jinyoung said, lifting his hands to shoot a pointed look at his member. "With all your clothes on."

"Now where's the fun in that," Jackson said, giving you a quick wink. "Let's do it."

Following your two dates dutifully outside, you stood beside Jinyoung and waited. The night air had gotten a bit chilly, but the pool seemed to be heated. Getting in didn't sound like a totally bad idea.

Crossing your arms, you watched as Jackson made sure the sliding door leading to the deck was as open as possible. Picking the seating area as his starting point, he began a full sprint out of the door and toward the pool. Just as he shouted something you couldn't make out, you were scooped into the air as well, quickly plummeting toward the water.

"Jackson!" you squealed seconds before your head went under. You moved your legs frantically underneath you until your toes touched the tiles at the bottom. Giving a solid push off, you broke through the surface and gasped for air.

"I have you; I have you," Jackson cooed, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you toward him.

"You certainly do not have me!" you shouted, smacking at his chest. "What the hell, Jackson?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," he winced. "Maybe not?"

"Absolutely not!" you groaned. "I didn't bring a change of clothes, you absolute turd."

Despite the insult, Jackson grinned. "But I got us all matching pajamas."

"Of course, you did," you sighed, shaking your head. While your irritation was slowly starting to burn away, you tried to calm yourself even further. Jackson seemed to recognize that taking you with him may not have been the best decision, but you could live in the moment. Who could say that they ever got to experience something like this? "At least the pool is warm."

"I definitely wouldn't have taken you in if it wasn't," Jackson nodded. Sticking out his bottom lip, he said quietly, "I'm sorry if what I did made you upset though. Sometimes I just don't think."

Sighing, you ran your fingers over the plains of Jackson's face, wiping the water away as you went. "You were just trying to have fun."

"But I should have considered how you felt," Jackson nodded. "Just because I'm trying to have fun doesn't mean I have to pull you into it. Literally."

"Valid," you said, your heart melting as he offered up genuine apologies. "I forgive you."

"Good," he smiled. Turning away from you, he shouted at Jinyoung who was still hovering at the water's edge. "Jinyoung-ah! Get in here!"

"Are you kidding?" Jinyoung called back. "This sweater is cashmere!"

"Party pooper!"

"Nag!"

"I can tell you two really love each other," you chuckled, watching Jinyoung's retreating frame as it went back inside.

"Oh, I'm convinced he can't stand me sometimes," Jackson laughed. "But we're like brothers. We've been there for each other through some of the toughest moments of our lives... do you have friends like that?"

"I do," you nodded, letting Jackson glide around the pool with you in his arms. You tried to ignore the way the water had taken up residence in his collarbone, or how his shirt was now nearly see-through, clenching his chest as if it were painted on.

"What do they think about you doing the show?" he asked, finally stopping as he pressed your back against the side of the pool.

"Well, one of them also applied," you chuckled. "We both kind of did it as a joke. It's one of those things where you never think you would make it."

"But then you did," he smiled.

"Then I did," you sighed. "I haven't been able to talk to them as much as I usually do...and obviously I can't go out with them, but they're supportive when they can be. They send me a lot of food deliveries."

"if that's not the makings of a true friend, I don't know what is," Jackson mused. "What do you think they would say about you if they were here?"

"Curious about me?" you teased. His body was so close now, you couldn't help but have flashbacks of your first date. Just like it did in the hallway, having him only inches away made you feel slightly off balance. You hadn't had a single drop of liquor tonight, but you could have sworn you were intoxicated.

"Always," he said quietly. "I obviously don't know them...but what I've seen is someone brave. I see someone who willingly gives while the world takes. I see someone who can stand to be protected even though they think they need to protect everyone else."

"If only I could," you whispered. "But I think they would say something similar? Or at least I hope they would. I don't necessarily have the highest opinion of myself, but they seem to for whatever reason."

"Well, go on," he urged with another one of his flawless grins.

"They'd probably say I'm a nerd," you thought out loud. "That I read too much, eat too little, and stress about everything. I've been trying to do better with that by the way, but this competition makes it difficult."

"I think a healthy amount of stress is okay," Jackson nodded. "It drives you forward. It becomes a problem when it holds you back."

"Man, Jinyoung really got that spot on with the life teacher comment, didn't he?"

Jackson chuckled, shaking his head. "I think of him the same way though. I think we've both just lived so much life for our few years that it's natural for us to see things a different way."

"That makes sense," you hummed. "You had to grow up fast in a lot of ways."

"Maybe," he shrugged, adjusting his hold on you to circle around your waist. You couldn't help the small shiver that ran down your spine. "I think our generation sees a lot of that in general."

Allowing the conversation to lapse into a comfortable silence, you were hesitant to speak again. "Were you happy it was me?"

Jackson eyed you, amusement clear on his face. "Well, I didn't have much choice, now did I?"

You laughed, immediately feeling foolish. "I guess not."

"But to answer your question, I am so excited it was you. I don't know any different, but I wouldn't want to."

You nodded, trying to take both him and his words in. Before meeting Jackson, you had never really anticipated his introspective side. He was such a blast of energy and passion that it was easy for his quiet moments to get lost. The time you were sharing now felt incredibly special, despite having a boom mic hovering a few inches over your head.

Turning your eyes to Jackson's, you weren't surprised to see him watching you back. A layer of steam was starting to congregate just above the heated water, making the moment all the more dream-like.

"I think now would be a good time to say, I like you, Y/N," he said quietly, separating the space between you to rest his forehead against yours. He took a deep breath and blew it out of his nostrils.

"I like you too," you said easily. Probably too much considering it was only your second date.

"Am I...am I allowed to kiss you this time?" he asked, not bothering to look up. His forehead remained still against yours, his eyes closed.

"I dunno," you said, slowly turning it over in your mind. "What would you do if I said no?"

"Try again next time."

"What if there is no next time?" you whispered.

This caused his eyes to pop open. "Then I guess I'll have to get creative."

Smiling to yourself, you tried to really think it through. You were worried that kissing Chan had set a certain precedent, but you shouldn't even factor that in. Jackson was his own independent person that you were building a different relationship with. This one was just as amazing, just as much of a whirlwind. There was no denying your attraction to him, both physically and mentally. If you had met outside of the show, you were pretty certain you would have let him kiss you on the first date.

You licked your lips before deciding to make the first move. You wanted to catch him off guard just this once.

In a swift motion, you caught his mouth with yours, wrapping your arms tightly behind his neck in the process. You let your fingers rove through the back of his hair, tugging gently as he moved to get a better vantage. He let go of your waist, pressing you further into the wall, and moving his hands to rest on the lip of the pool. All boxed in, he leveraged the space by pressing his lips roughly against yours, breathing heavily through his nose as he captured your mouth again and again.

You could easily die in his arms, kissing him forever. He conveyed so much in one small motion, it was difficult to get all of your nerve endings working succinctly. He was such a shock to the system, you could feel the kiss all the way down to your toes and at the ends of your fingertips.

Dragging one hand from the back of his scalp to rest on his collarbone, you gradually reached up to grip his chin. Ever so slowly you began to push his face away from yours. His mouth continued to fight forward, causing you to giggle.

"Jackson," you said breathlessly.

"More," he groaned.

"We're going to get pruney," you protested. Really, you were scared of allowing things to go even further, especially with cameras lingering nearby. You knew he would never take things too far, but you also did not want to arm the My Idol crew with an hour's worth of footage of the two of you making out.

"I'll live my life happily as a raisin."

"While you would be the most handsome raisin in all the land," you continued. "We should get out."

Motioning to the cameras with your eyes, Jackson finally caught on. Groaning, he moved his body away from yours and started swimming toward the steps.

After you had both gotten out and toweled off to the best of your ability, you were given a colorful pair of pajamas to change into. The pants were a lime green plaid and the top had a small green bird on it, your name stitched underneath.

"The monograms were a nice touch," Jinyoung said lazily from his spot in the corner of the couch. He had a fluffy, bow headband on and several pimple patches covering what you thought was already flawless skin.

"Only the best for the best," Jackson grinned. Handing you a sheet mask, he moved to lay down on the sofa, resting his head on your lap. "Can you put this on for me?"

"How can I say no when you've already gotten so comfy?" you chuckled, pushing his hair back from his face. Your date hummed happily as you pulled the mask over his skin, flattening it out and smoothing in all of the serum. By the time you were finished, you looked up to find Jinyoung asleep, one of his under eye patches sliding slowly down his face. Judging by his fluttering eyes, Jackson wasn't far behind.

"Do you want to get in the bed?" you asked softly. Wedged between you and Jinyoung, he couldn't be comfortable.

"No," he grumbled. "Do you want to get in the bed?"

You looked longingly toward the main part of the suite. The option did seem incredibly nice after another long day.

"I'm fine here," you decided. If he didn't want to move, you didn't want to disturb him.

"Okay," Jackson whispered. "I'm okay with wherever you want to go...just as long as you stay."

You tried to combat the fuzzy feeling spreading warmly across your chest. He was so soft and beautiful in this moment. You didn't have the words to describe how it made you feel.

Just as his breathing finally began to even out, you heard a steady knock on the door.

"Y/N?" Insu called lightly through the barrier. "We've got a problem."

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lazywhore0-0 · 2 years

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Genshin impact boys!

-accurate dating headcannons!

♡︎A lot of dating headcannons on how the guys would be with their lover are so far from their character it hurts. Here to give the most cannon yet sinfully pleasant headcannons!

Kaeya

SFW

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Kaeya

The flirtatious man of Mondstat himself. A lot of media about him and his dating headcannons are a hit or miss, honestly

Here to say that Kaeya cheating on his lover? Would never happen. Sure he’ll keep his flirtatious ways but that’s just who he is, and it helps him in getting a mission finished depending on the circumstances. Someone else asks him out on a date? No worries, he’d decline

“What a lovey offer. While I’d love to indulge myself with a night of drinking, I have someone waiting for me. Can’t keep them waiting for too long, now.”

I see Kaeya working best with two types: A, the one who brushes off the advancements and even flirts back, or B. The understanding one.

10+ if it’s both combined.

Kaeya definitely needs an understanding lover. He wouldn’t work too well with someone who always tried to accuse him of something. If he did get with someone like that, the relationship would easily end as he’d find you annoying much like the people who keep nagging him at work.

The only nagging from a lover he’d be fine with or tolerate is if he gets too drunk, reckless in a battle, or if you’re worried about his health. He’ll find it cute and despite his condition—will 100% tease you or make a joke about it.

“Oh? Worried for me that much? Can’t say I’m not flattered. If you’re making such a fuss about it…why don’t you fix me up yourself, doc?“

If you were the fighting type and asked if he wanted to take on a commission with you, he’d gladly accept. Claiming being in your company is always the highlight of his day and never bores him.

May not seem like he’s looking out for you, but he’s secretly doing glances in your area here from there to make sure you’re alright.

To surprise, he’d probably try and keep the fact of you two being together a secret at first. Unlike what most say he definitely seems like the type to want to keep the relationship on low profile in the beginning. For worries over if you get involved in anything, to help his missions not get complicated, and to not waver the people’s view.

The type to just randomly announce you’re together after he was caught giving you a kiss or kabedon against the wall.

He was caught by a guard because he felt like being risky. Learned his lesson, huh?

Once you two being together is exposed, PDA is going to happen. But not like how a lot of people portray him—where he’s really teasing with it, testing, and sexual. Kaeya is a man of class who cherishes the classic romantic things in life. So stuff like your arm linked with his as you walk down the street, slightly leaning into him as you walk. Or gently holding hands as he shows you his favorite spots in the area are the PDA affections you’ll receive. You walked him to work? He’ll give you a sweet kiss on the cheek or lips before gently holding your hand and letting go as he walked away.

And! Another thing! A lot of people portray him as ready to get down within so little time of being with you! Again. He’s a man who likes the romantic aspects in life—enjoys a buildup. Only to where you two are ready and want to move things forward will he be ready to have a passionate night with you. But that takes time.

Kaeya is the type to where you kiss him on the cheek and he’s surprised. Eyes slightly wide as he stares forward to process what happened. Of course it’s only a split second reaction before he smiles and looks at you. Tries to play it off in a teasing manner with a joke, but the moment you both depart he’s smiling again just thinking about it. Most likely chuckles to himself before going, “they’ve really managed to sway me this much, huh? Talk about pathetic.”

Yes. Will probably call himself that at first because of how hard he fell for you. The man whose able to put up several walls with others and keep deep secrets fell for someone like you.

Later in the relationship, his “pathetic” title over himself will turn into “lucky.” Because he often thinks about how he could’ve distanced himself and never tried to progress things—how you would’ve ended up with someone else. Someone who wasn’t him.

Doesn’t seem like the type to randomly buy you gifts. Only on special days or if he sees something that truly fits your fancy. Even then, he’d rather take you to the shop or area and have you pick it out yourself.

The type to do romantic candle light dinners.

Kaeya is someone who keeps up with himself. Hair is silky, outfit is always glamorous, and most likely has days where he just focuses on keeping up with his beauty. It’s not hard to guess that he’d want a lover who put some effort into how they look. And even if they didn’t—he’d at least want them to fix themselves up for more special days. If not? He’d both be judging and disappointed. Maybe even a bit bummed out that you didn’t ‘care’ for him enough to look nice on an outing with him.

Is somehow both open with how he feels with you but also secretive. Is the person who won’t say ‘I love you’ until a while into the relationship. While he’s already fallen for you, he’ll try to keep himself from forming a deep love. Only to fail in the end and confess his love under the moonlight while gently holding you.

Most likely has a voice line about you once Traveller reaches level 3 friendship with him.

“Oh, so you’re curious about (y/n) too? Can’t say I blame you. They have a way of making others intrigued by doing the simple things in life. They’ve even managed to sway me out of all people. You know, often I think about how lucky I am. Sure, they’re probably better off with someone else. But I can be quite selfish. Especially when it comes to them.”

#genshin headcanons #genshin boys #genshin #kaeya x reader #kaeya headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya fluff #kaeya ragnvindr

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thatwasntlikeridingabikeuasshole · 9 months

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my obsession with Aspects of Love is actually so out of hand and literally nobody knows, likes, or cares about this musical. but its MY tumblr blog and I get to choose the posts i make so heres a list of my favorite moments in aspects of love anyway

"rose it's not the views or the vines that keep me here" just. musically

and then "when the world was a playground all train rides and laughter and love in the morning and armagnac after"

"tell me are you still shooting women" "do you dance with women of your own age?" fuck him UP GIULIETTA

actually the entirety of hand me the wine and the dice

actually everything giulietta has done ever in her life

"and now i claim my best man's rIGHT!!!"

the journey of a lifetime melody playing right before seeing is believing

every repetition of the love changes everything melody, but specifically the one at the end of other pleasures

rose showing up at giulietta's studios in venice ready to steal back her man and then being like "oh wait giulietta's amazing and im a little bit gay" in the book she outright says to george "well i think im in love with your friend" and hes like "cool"

the first man you remember. the entire thing. the very fIIIIIIIIRST

"just promise one thing" "alright what is it" "dont ask me questions you must promise first" "i cant i dont know what it is" "dONT LEEEEEEEEEAVE MEEEEEEEEEE"

and then he fuckin wALKS AWAY

god bless, i love anything but lonely and its like the only scene that you can find shitty videos of on youtube

"ya girlfriends gonna love that donkey"

"(youll be her hero)"

"and my story is oLDER than the stars"

the buildup at the beginning of journey of a lifetime

marcel being a supportive bestie

and specifically rose shooing away hugo after the funeral and then marcel showing up and her letting him stay. i think hes one of the only people she actually cares about she just doesnt know it

"come on show me a smile" ough

the absolutely unhinged yelling before alex shoots rose. "if i cant have you NO ONE WILL killing you would be a PLEASURE" "PULL THE TRIGGER SEE IF I CARE" "you never loved me you never meant it AND NOW YOU HATE ME" "GO ON SOLDIER BE A HERO"

"rose id never harm the girl" "you were once prepared to do a lot of harm to me" TELL HIM ROSE

jenny pulling out the "pas de tendresse et pas de joie loin d'ici loin de toi" at alex and hes like ???????????????

"youre a delinquent a silly schoolboy with a GUN"

shed be far better of with you makes me giggle "you don't cheat at croquet"

when i read the book my heart just jumped whenever there was an exactly quoted line or nearly exactly quoted. the first one i found was "if i'm not very nice to you it's because i have things to worry me but thanks for the flowers every night" and nearly giuliettas whole speech at the beginning of hand me the wine and the dice is a direct quote

also a memory of a happy moment is a rough translation of a french phrase they keep repeating in the book at roughly the same moments that that melody/phrase repeats in the musical. its "un souvenir leger pour toi" "a sweet memory for you"

"my darling george i love you how dramatic can you be"

this is entirely a book thing and not a musical thing. but. in the book. rose speaks very little english and while all the dialogue is written in english, its noted that usually it's actually being spoken in french. which makes sense bc yknow....shes french............but anyway during either the scene at the cafe where she meets alex or possibly on the train, it's noted during one of the sentences she says to alex that he blushed because iT WAS THE FIRST TIME SHED USED TU INSTEAD OF VOUS FOR HIM and i was like. sobbing. french grammar romance. thats so cringe i love it. "oooo im gonna flirt with you by using the informal you"

just the fact that the scene when alex comes back to see rose in her super successful show completely mirrors the start of the musical when he first meets her. "hugo be a dear and get our guest an armagnac" "are you sure you want me to accept? very well then i ACCEPT" "i must have been the only one who didnt throw you roses"

in the book the house at pau is called "les pervenches" and pervenches are periwinkle flowers!!!!

listen like. the scene where they move george to sit by the fire so they can lie to jenny about how he died is like somber and ominous in the musical, with the music matching that vibe, but in the book it just ends up (possibly accidentally) being kind of funny bc rose, alex, and hugo drag his body into their room and then are like "fuck what do we tell jenny"

"one cup of fresh coffee buys two kisses"

giulietta and george's friendship honestly

the fact that giulietta is the one person who is reasonable and not bitter about things. the fact that when george is like "me n rose are over its me n you now" shes like "lmao no its not ur in love with rose and thats cool"

and i love that she was the best man at their wedding. i think marcel was rose's maid of honor. i think marcel and giulietta would get along they have their heads screwed on right

and then i love that he had her speak at his funeral. and he was right about it. george was like "i want my funeral to be a Ragin Good Time" and giulietta was the only person who understood this assignment

right this post is so long and its gonna be over now but the point is. i love this musical and if anyone else likes it at all please talk to me lol

#aspects of love #andrew lloyd webber #my aspects of love era #<-tag to block if u dont wanna hear abt this musical bc this will happen again #im still determined to write rose x giulietta fanfic where the target audience is literally just me #lmao

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the “fake dating” trope ・❥・

I absolutely adore this trope, i’m a sucker for it and it’s a lot of fun to write, so here’s some ideas if you want to give it a try! As always you do not have to follow everything I say exactly, this post is more to inspire and help get you out of a block if needed. Happy writing <3

Before they start “dating”

The entire idea of this trope is that the characters don’t want to date, so make sure they have a scene where they try to figure out any alternatives, and make sure there’s reasons why those alternatives don’t work. It helps the feeling they’re both stuck in this, and not doing it because the characters secretly like each other. (Also just makes it feel more real as a reader)

I also love reading scenes where the characters set rules around their “relationship”, it gives the whole thing more tension, and blurs the lines about what’s romantic and not.

2. The “I think i’m in love” moment

There’s always a moment where one character realizes they’ve caught feelings for the other, so here’s some ideas on when that could be!

Having a romantic dream about the other

A drunk romantic gesture only one person remembers in the morning

One of them is endangered but makes it out safely

Finding out they have an unique/intimate experience in common (Realizing someone from their childhood is the other person, both bonding over a traumatic experience, a shared mentor, etc.)

Having to make a romantic gesture in front of someone who is catching onto the fact their relationship isn’t real (This one is cliche but can be written very well)

Doing something alone they usually do together (Having dinner, waking up, cooking, getting ready, etc)

Having a third character comment on how close/in sync they are

3. The confession

Usually when I read confessions, the main issue is the confessor is much too confident they'll be well received. These two characters are supposed to hate each other, the confessions shouldn't be easy. It helps if the confession feels somewhat rushed or induced by something, it gives a reason why one character would confess.

Examples of what I mean:

A dangerous situation leaves one character wanting to tell the other how they feel before things end

The relationship ends because it is found out/the purpose for it ends and one character is left feeling empty

The classic confession during a fight

One character points out the other is acting different/strange and they are pushed into an argument/confession

One character is flirted with by someone else/is pushed towards a "real" relationship and the other is jealous

4. General Tips

This trope is all about the slow burn and the buildup of tension, it often helps to use perspectives of both characters to create a more climactic build

This is a weird situation for both characters, they both should be insecure and unsure about this even if usually confident in relationships

Have other characters comment on their relationship/accidentally interfere! It creates conflict and makes the whole thing more fun to read

Happy writing <3

#diver speaks #fake dating #tropes #writblr #writers #writing #fic tropes #fake dating trope #writing advice #trope advice #tips and tricks #writing tips #trope tips

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100hearteyes · 2 years

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Hi, do you think Kacy will get back together in the next episode?

Honestly, I don't know. What I'm sure of is the air will finally be cleared between them. Lucy will finally be ready to listen, while Kate will get a chance to really apologize (something that doesn't include "You just throw away whatever this was, that easily?" when she was the one who did it 😬) and maybe explain herself better. Whether that will lead to a quick rekindling or will simply pave the way for a slower, steadier buildup to a second relationship, I don't know.

I actually don't know which I prefer 😆 half of me wants it to happen FAST; the other half is a sucker for pre-relationship flirting and wants them to take their time. So I'll be happy with whatever they throw at us, as long as none of them dies (I am irrationally afraid of that lol).

#kacy #kate x lucy #ncis hawaii #ncis hawaii spoilers #ask #anon #kacy analysis

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Katara hated Zuko. It was a plot point. Sokka never did--and their "friendship" in the show was close to becoming something more--so they were on equal footing and had hinted romance. Zutara is misogynistic--why are you forcing Katara into a relationship with someone she hates? Choose Toph or Suki if you really believe Zuko isn't gay.

there’s so much to unpack here, and i know i should really throw out the whole suitcase, but i just can’t help myself

and please, i beg of you, picture someone laughing so hard that tears are streaming down their face because that’s me right now, reading this ask. i about choked on my eggnog, so thanks for that!

point the first: sokka hated zuko every bit as much as katara did in the first two books. it was a plot point. sokka wanted to leave zuko to die because saving him wouldn’t have been worth the trouble--he was pragmatic and deeply distrustful of anyone who wasn’t in his immediate circle, and that went especially hard for anyone from the fire nation. including the birds!

point the first part two: sokka’s easy acceptance of zuko into the gaang had less to do with any budding friendship or caring for him (since there was none to speak of until the boiling rock episodes), and more to do with a lack of any personal grudge. aka: there was no tension there. nothing to really dig into--no true development of feelings. because aang needed a firebending teacher, zuko was around and willing to take on that role, and also he was a prime roasting target, so sokka was happy enough to let bygones be after he helped them take down combustion man.

which, of course, isn’t to say shipping them isn’t valid. there are plenty of ships that have little to no canon basis but a lot of fandom support, and that’s usually fine....until the fans start getting uppity about it and insisting that there Is Canon Basis Really, and then insisting that the ‘rival’ ship is misogynistic when their alleged ‘canon basis’ requires stripping everything meaningful from the girl’s relationship to the boy and giving it to her brother instead. which is exactly what you’re doing here, but i digress.

point the second: how on earth was sokka and zuko’s ‘friendship’ in the show (and why the scare quotes? were they not actually friends? are you really sitting in my inbox right now devaluing their platonic relationship because you don’t think it exists outside of your belief that they really wanted to fuck the whole time, despite sokka being in a happy relationship with someone else?) ‘close to becoming something more’? when did they ever have a single, solitary conversation that hinted at any ‘deeper’ feelings? sokka spent most of their buddy cop adventure to boiling rock mooning over his girlfriend (heh, get it? mooning? because he- oh, you get the point), to the point where he had literal hearteyes the instant he saw her--and zuko’s purpose there wasn’t to deepen his relationship with sokka so much as it was to reunite sokka and katara with their father, and to see an example of what a healthy paternal relationship actually looks like.

(one of my favorite shots in the show is zuko’s soft smile when sokka and katara are hugging hakoda)

so already your claim that they ‘had hinted romance’ falls incredibly flat, because there was absolutely nothing in the show that was ‘hinting’ they had romantic feelings for one another--in universe or out of it. sokka was happily in love with suki, and even the one scene that i can imagine might make shippers scream--when zuko popped into sokka’s tent late at night--sokka was about to have sex with his girlfriend, and when he asked zuko ‘what’s on your mind’, the first words out of his mouth were your sister.

(and then, as soon as zuko left, sokka was calling for suki again. the next morning, he was making a flower necklace--or a lei. because he got lei’d. it’s amazing the things you pick up when you rewatch the show as an adult lmfao.)

point the third (and this one is really where your argument blows up in your face): your insistence that zutara requires ‘forcing katara into a relationship with someone she hates’ reveals your own ignorance, because it’s demonstrably not true--unless you’re trying to argue that katara hated zuko all the way through to the end of the show, which??? i suppose makes it make more sense that you think zuko and sokka had a hinted romance in the text, because viewing comprehension clearly isn’t your strongsuit.

why are yall so quick to dismiss katara’s own feelings in the name of calling a fictional, noncanon ship ‘misogynistic’? because katara said, in the text, ‘but I am ready to forgive you’--and then she hugged zuko, called him into a group hug with the gaang later, joked (and even flirted) with him on ember island, helped talk him through his anxiety about facing his uncle, and happily agreed to go with him to face his sister, where she saved his life after watching him take a literal bolt of lightning to save hers.

if any of that had happened with sokka, yall would be calling it demonstrable evidence that zuko and sokka are in love. and yet when we use that canonical buildup and the deep bond of friendship and trust zuko and katara have by the end of the series to imagine them getting into a romantic relationship because of feelings developed during these events......you call us misogynistic? really? because we’re ‘forcing’ her into a relationship with someone she ‘hates’....except she didn’t hate him by the end of the series, they were very close friends and had gotten over and had closure from their personal baggage, and that’s the kind of stuff that provides excellent fuel for envisioning a romantic relationship developing!

so what was your argument again?

ETA: i was so busy deconstructing the bulk of your argument that i forgot to address that laughable last line--toph or suki? who had much, MUCH less relationship development with zuko than katara did?? ‘if you really believe zuko isn’t gay’???? im sorry that you can’t recognize a whole bisexual when you see one, but as a bi myself, i know that zuko’s dual-wielding ass couldn’t ‘pick a side’ if his life depended on it. and he had more romantic coding with both jet and katara than he ever had with sokka--that’s just a fact. sorry if the truth hurts, anon!

#atla #zutara #zuko #katara #zukka salt #zukka fandom salt #just covering my bases #sokka #salt for ts #asked #Anonymous

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mcmactictac · 3 years

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is jjpope canon

Alright Katie you want jjpope analysis thats what you get

Disclaimer, I have NOT watched season two of outer banks yet. I did watch season one fairly recently but all of this will only be based on season one. This is also not a show I am as passionate about so my thoughts and feelings on the characters are all down for discussion. So let’s gather some thoughts here.

I would start by saying that JJ and Pope are not a queerbait. They may have good chemistry but they clearly were not made to be shipped. The target audience for outer banks was more towards straight people, and they really didn’t need a queerbait in there to gain a larger audience.

That being said it doesn’t mean they don’t have some good chemistry. This is one of those ships where I could argue “close male friends” and “potential boyfriends” are both valid opinions. Keep in mind I’m basing this purely on season one.

Did I LIKE Pope and Kie? No. Not at all. It felt way too forced and honestly that relationship pushes me further into believing Pope is not straight. They had no real chemistry, he had no reasoning behind liking her and it just felt like it was there for convenience. It also takes away from Kie’s character. And the thing is they can write good relationships? I really didn’t mind John B and Sarah Cameron, they were engaging and interesting enough that I was invested in them at least on some level. Pope and Kie just. Makes both of their characters look bad.

That’s my biggest argument when it comes to ships like these. Although JJ and Pope don’t have the tension lots of other characters typically do, Pope and JJ have more tension, and more reason to like each other than Pope and Kie do. In my opinion, none of them should be in a relationship because they’re dealing with their own stuff or just not a good match. JJ is really not in the place to be romantically invested in anyone right now. And Popes romance plot does nothing for either character besides create more negative tension. His attraction to Kie feels like it was written in as a plot point, and not clear through the script. Pope has the energy of a guy who has never had close friends before and doesnt know how to distinguish those feelings. I know I personally struggled with that when I was younger, unsure if I was platonically or romantically attracted to someone because I struggled to tell the difference. It’s a really hard thing for some people, and the pressure to have a crush on someone can often make you confuse those feelings. Especially if it’s someone of the opposite gender, because society expects you to like someone. And so those feelings can get tangled up and confused. I don’t want to sit here and invalidate Popes feelings for Kie but I’m just throwing it out there as a possibility as he really doesn’t seem romantically attracted to her so much as he just. Likes her as a person.

On a similar note, it can go the exact same way when you’re questioning your sexuality. If you’re friends with someone who Is the same gender as you, you can often brush your strong feelings off as friendship. And often once you come to terms with your sexuality you can go back and see “oh. That’s what that was.” You are much more likely to dismiss those romantic feelings if it’s someone of the same gender. I know that was something I personally struggled with, was eventually realizing what I felt had evolved past friendship, and I hadn’t noticed it because I never even considered the possibility.

JJ really doesn’t have a love interest season one. He’s fiercely loyal and protective, and does a very good job of not addressing the gravity of his problems (he brushes things off with his dad very lightly). He seems to overcompensate by flirting with everyone, but rarely opening up to anyone. He shows no interest in Sarah or Kie whatsoever and makes no genuine attempt to get with either of them, which further solidifies the flirting as a persona.

If I was writing JJ, he would not be straight. I wouldn’t even say hes bi. He has closeted gay guy with homophobic dad energy. His dad is kinda a dick for no real reason now, adding in that he’s homophobic and thinks JJ is gay would give them a reason to have tension. Given the area they live in it really doesn’t seem like a safe area to be gay in. So he would already have that internalized homophobia so if he ever did think he wasn’t straight it would just add on to his pile of self loathing. We have no idea what all is there but it’s very clear JJ has a lot of self hatred and doubt. It’s not unreasonable to assume some of this could be related to sexuality.

So In a short summary

-Pope and Kie don’t make sense. It’s a forced relationship that leads me to believe Pope is struggling to distinguish his feelings from each other.

-I think JJ is gay. He shows no interest in women whatsoever, and seems very closeted. Even if he knows I don’t think he’s ready to be out.

-I would argue Pope as bi, because he does seem to show interest in women, but he also shows interest in JJ in a different way. I think he has a lot of untangling of his own emotions to do before he should be in a relationship.

So in summary. No, I wouldn’t say jjpope is canon. That being said, I think both JJ and pope are not straight, I just think they aren’t far enough along in their own development yet to understand and be comfortable with that. With good buildup and a proper writer, JJ and pope could pretty easily be made to work in later seasons. So I would say not now (again I haven’t watched season two yet) but if you wanted it could be written in easily without seeming forced. The groundwork is there for both of them.

But if we’re talking about outer banks characters we think are not straight? Above all else I stand by the fact that I think Sarah Cameron is a lesbian who has massive amounts of comphet. It just makes sense.

Yes this is going to be a series I have been sent many ships to talk about like this and I will be working my way through them all. Due to a suggestion all of these are gonna be tagged under #deathoftheauthorbirthofthemcmac so it’ll be easy to scroll through!

#deathoftheauthorbirthofthemcmac #outer banks season one #outer banks #jj outer banks #pope outer banks #jjpope #JJ and pope #mlm ships #outer banks analysis

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Kuroo Tetsuro || Freefall

*Song Scenario | Inspired by Devil Eyes by Hippie Sabotage*

PAIRING. Kuroo Tetsuro x you

GENRE. Fluff

WARNINGS. Suggestive content

The breeze shifts through and lifts your hair, cooling the surface of your body from the midsummer heat, as you stand at the peak of the bluffs and stare down into the dark, seemingly eerie depths of the bay. Joyful squeals and deep hollers echo around you, an erratic staccato from both your group and another, at times torn away with the wind.

"Scared?" The amused mono-syllabic question tears you away from your contemplation and you lock eyes with one of the boys from the other group, his golden gaze searing into yours, somehow more scorching than the sun high in the sky above you.

"Not exactly." You tilt your head back and close your eyes before you answer with what you know he just may never understand, "Just working myself up."

He laughs a little, but it's not mocking.. or confused, it's actually appreciative like he's already caught your vibe, "You're building the apprehension."

Your eyes pop open and slide over to him again in surprise, "Exactly."

"More of an adrenaline rush with the anticipation, the deeper you psyche yourself out."

"Before letting go and freefalling."

"Wow." He definitely sounds appreciative and his unusual gemlike eyes are burning with a curious desire, "Can I join you?"

You finally smile then, just a curl of your lips up, and tilt your head in a silent answer.

The two of you stand at the edge and look over, enjoying the sharp tug of the breeze, even when it threatens to shove you over without your choice in the matter. Studying the churning water below and savouring the sounds of excitement emanating from your friends behind you as people inconsistently dive in. Allowing it all to weave together and spiral into the most natural high.

"Kuroooo!" You're startled as a tan, black and whited haired blur passes just by you, breaking your balance and threatening to drag you over with him.

The guy next to you grabs your elbow to steady you, heat from his hand curling into your skin, as he laughs at his exuberant friend who literally hurls himself off the cliff, jumping incredibly high and reaching a near impossible peak before he begins to drop in.

You can't help but laugh too, because that was just beautiful to see, and then take a deep, smiling breath before looking over to the boy called Kuroo and state, "I'm ready to fall."

His eyes widen at your choice of words but you just smirk and back up for your own approach. Your friends get louder, calling out your name and cheering you on as a wide grin takes over your previous unreadable face.

You take two steps only to find your way blocked by the towering stranger, "You said I could join you."

"Yeah, for the buildup..?" You blink in confusion but he's already prepared with his counter as if he expected your response.

"Will you let me 'fall' with you? Just say jump and I won't even ask how high." He grins unabashedly and you twist your lips to try and hide your answering smile.

"I'm not holding hands with you or anything." You concede with a shrug even as you narrow your eyes on him. But he just laughs before leaning in and trapping you in that mesmerizing gaze again, this time too close to escape with force of will alone.

"Who said I'd hold you while you fell?" His voice is low and teasing.

You roll your eyes and cut back, "Not you, I guess, asking a complete stranger if you can fall with her."

"A completely gorgeous stranger, sure." His sly grin sends another rush of heat through you, as if you weren't close to a heat stroke anyways.

"Right. And I'm still supposed to believe you don't want to hold my hand when we fall, like some cheesy meet-cute."

"Bold of you to call this a meet-cute."

"Isn't it, though?" You raise an eyebrow in challenge, "But what will we tell the kids? Daddy didn't let mommy jump so she pushed him in, I guess."

He does blush then, even while he's laughing in complete awe and amusement at your provocative banter; he's a stunning sight to behold, for sure. Regardless, you smirk in victory as he swallows and runs a hand through his hair, responding, "Sure, let's save that for the next story though. I want be able to tell them we chose to dive right in together first."

"You can tell them that," You shake your head at his flirting and sidestep, starting your run to the edge and calling over your shoulder, "-if you manage to keep up!"

You vault into the open air on your last word, eyes and grin wide as you're momentarily suspended before the breeze turns into a gale force and you're really falling through the space. The water rushes up to you at an unbelievably pace and you slap your hand over the lower half of your face, but just before you close your eyes, you see red shorts and raven-hair drop into the water beside you. And then you're engulfed too, shooting down and opening your eyes to look into the murky nothingness.

Using both your hands to propel yourself up, you finally break through the surface of the water, pushing your hair back and gasping with laughter, and meet eyes with the previously bedheaded boy who's surfaced just in front of you with his hair finally tamed down with the water.

The two of you are so close, you're brushing against each other as you tread but you're both laughing and paying it no mind. No, you're more struck by the way his arm flexes as he moves his hand up to slick his hair back, and the unruly dark strands that escape his attempt and fall back over his right side. Your eyes trace the drops of water as they tip off the ends to grace his cheeks and caress down over his face, neck, and finally chest before rejoining all the other drops that come together and create the bay.

You're so busy observing him, you miss how he watches you in return. He's captivated by the swirling locks of your hair, curling as if they're melting into the ripples of water around you. He can't help but be caught in the curve of your lips as you hold that curious, small smile, the one he saw peek out as he studied you earlier, before making the move to approach the beautiful girl lost in a thrall to the water below her.

He traces his gaze over that smile, wondering how he can continue to entice it forward, along with that beguiling look in your eye, the one that answers the call to adventure with an irresistible sparkle. He's staring directly into your eyes, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, when you finally pull your gaze back to him.

There's a moment of easy silence, spent with mutual, secret smiles and an undeniable connection, before you finally make the move to break away. As you start to swim back towards the sandy shore next to the outcropping of the bluffs, he moves as well, to keep pace next to you, and declares, "Looks like I get to tell the kids how much I liked falling in with you."

You hope you got enough sun on your cheeks today to cover the certain blush at his words. He's definitely a cheeky, persistent one. You don't respond as you reach the shore and he extends a hand out to help you against the current of the waves lapping back and forth from the sand, threatening to drag you with it. You curl your fingers into his with butterflies lifting off somewhere inside as he tugs you forward, but you stumble into him instead, your hand finding his bare chest for balance.

Oh.

Your blush deepens and you can't help but look up in that embarrassing moment to find him looking down at you with a wicked sparkle in those golden eyes and a knowing smirk that remains long after you move your hand and step away, feet sinking into warm grains of sand.

"Well, at this point, I guess we might as well hold hands on the next one." His tone is light and teasing, but still he gives you an out so you look back at him in amusement and he manages a cavalier shrug, trailing behind you as you both head for the path back up to the bluffs, "For the kids, you know."

You decide you've been at a little more of a disadvantage in this game between the two of you and throw back, "But I never promised I'd hold you when you fell?"

"Aw, that's just mean, Kitten. Didn't I just save you from the waves?" His voice is teasing but you refuse to blush at the mention of that too recent intimate moment.

"Says the guy that literally told me the same thing not even ten minutes ago."

You both reach the top before he answers and when he does, it sets off a warmth incomparable to the sun, a warmth you realizing you've been wrapped in and enjoying since his very first word to you.

"I might not always hold you as you fall, you may not even want me to." You feel his warm, callused hand slip into yours as he speaks, moving up beside you again as you both begin to walk back your groups, "But if you let me fall by your side, I swear I'll always be there to catch you."

A/N: I need to figure out how to format these posts :( Anyways, I don't know how I feel about this one either, but I hope you guys enjoy it :) <3

If you liked reading this and decide you want more Kuroo (or Haikyuu boys in general), feel free to check out my Meant To Be SMAU series!

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romaxnogersav · 4 years

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↠ At the edge of bliss

Pairing: Colin Shea x Female Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving)

Word count: 1,968

Summary: Drunk and horny, you go home with a guy named Colin. Turns out, Colin’s a little shit and wouldn’t let you come.

Kinktober day: October 2 - Edging

A/N: It’s day two already, i can’t believe it! I was a bit behind, and to be honest finished this piece 10 minutes ago in a half asleep state. I really hope it’s a nice read. It’s also my first time writing for Colin, so take that with a grain of salt, please!

Also, this is the third time I’m posting this, because I wasn’t showing in tags, so fuck you Tumblr 😌

Other than that, enjoyyy!💫

You stumbled through the door of his apartment, lips tangled with one another, hands roaming over bodies, breaths smelling of cheap alcohol.

You'd met at a bar, two, maybe three hours ago. You had talked, laughed, and he even flirted with you, shamelessly, you might add. It had been fun though. A few terrible pick-up lines, some awful jokes, and one too many tequila shots. Here you were, a little tipsy and kissing a struggling musician named Colin.

He was a great kisser, you had to give him that. His lips moved against yours with gusto, an urgency that made your core clench with need. His teeth nipped your lower lip, sucked it into his mouth, played with it until the flesh ached. His hands roamed your body, touching, groping, soft, and needy.

You moved further into the apartment, stumbling over little things scattered on the floor. Your lips though, they never moved apart.

You fisted the shirt he was wearing, pulling him closer to yourself. His lips pulled up and into a smirk against yours, and he led you back until the backs of your knees hit his bed.

His lips set to mapping the column of your throat, nipping at little bits and pieces here and there. Reaching for your jacket, he slid it off your shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.

Your clothes were off with a couple of his swift movements until the only thing remaining on your body was your panties. Your clothes laid scattered all over the place, and his were still in place. Oh, just that wouldn't do.

"You are a little too overdressed for my taste," you quipped in a small voice. He grinned at you, flushing his white teeth in the process. Next thing you knew, he was taking his own jacket off, pulling his shirt over his head.

He was naked from the waist up, and you couldn't help the way your eyes racked over his body. Toned and muscled, he looked handsome even for a musician.

You reached out and grabbed him by the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him forward and unbuttoning them with grace. You helped him take them off, the prominent bulge in his boxers pocking at your lower stomach.

He pushed you on the bed, crawling over you, his mouth finding yours again. His hands stroked your breasts, pinched your nipples, massaged the flesh.

One of his hands slid down and over your stomach, caressing your hip, your thigh. Your legs fell open on their own accord, letting his hand tease the insides of your thighs. His teasing sent a shiver through your body, but he wasn't touching the place you needed him most. His lips found your neck then, nipping at the skin gently, swirling his tongue over it afterward.

When his fingers finally glazed you through your underwear, your hips bucked against his hand, searching for more friction. Your lips fell open, and a small sigh fell through. He chuckled at your action and looked at you through his lashes.

"Oh, you are a needy one," he smirked, running his knuckles against your outer lips, feeling the wetness that had gathered in the material.

"And you are a damned tease," You breathed out in displeasure. Your own hand sneaked down his toned body, and to the tent in his boxers, cupping him through the fabric. He groaned when you gave his length a gentle squeeze, "Two can play the same game, Colin," your voice was smug, your lips twitching up and into a grin.

His lips descended to the valley of your breasts, his lips pulled into a smirk, "You're bold. I like it," he whispered before he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth. He latched on the tight bud, sucking, biting, and swirling his tongue over it.

The hand that had been teasing your core, finally slipped into your underwear, running up and down your slit, spreading your slick. Your back arched off the bed, pushing your nipple into his mouth even more.

He played with your clit for a while, pinching it between his fingers, running them over it in tight circles, his movements slow and calculated. When he finally pushed one thick digit in your tight channel, you gasped in pleasure.

He moved from one nipped to the other, while he thrust his finger in and out of you steadily. His thumb would occasionally tease your bundle of nerves, eliciting a moan out of you.

Your hand winded in the short hairs at the nape of his neck, treading through the strands, or pulling at them harshly. Your body was trembling beneath his, burning with desire. Your arousal covered his fingers, seeping out of you with ease. You'd be ashamed by how wet you were, but that was the least of your worries at that moment.

Soon, a second finger followed the first. They stretched you well, the burn pleasured you in ways you'd only imagined. He pumped his digits, stroking your walls deliciously. You could feel the tightness in your core building, bringing you closer to the edge.

Your hand, the same one that was still comfortably cupping his cock, gave it yet another squeeze when you felt his nail scratch at your inner walls. He moaned against your pulse point, where his mouth was currently busing itself, and his hips snapped forward.

When the tip of his finger hit that spot inside you that had your eyes rolling at the back of your head, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Your hips started meeting Colin's thrusts, helping bring you closer to your climax.

Just when you thought you would finally reach your peak, when the coil in your belly was at the brink of its' snap, Colin pulled his fingers out, his hand retreating back, and far away from your core.

You cried out, a sound of protest escaping the back of your throat, your body jerking in displeasure. When your eyes met Colin's, he had a proud, evil smirk on his face.

"God, I hate you," you huffed, bringing both your hands up and over your face. You were almost able to get a taste of your release, before Colin decided to be a jackass, and not let you come.

"Nah, I don't think so, baby," he murmured, mouth sloshing over yours. He kissed you hard, teeth, and tongue meeting before he pulled with yet another grin.

He slid down your body, settling himself between your legs. He kissed the insides of your thighs, before he moved further up, nose bumping against your mound. He stripped you of your last remaining piece of clothing with his deft fingers. He spread your outer lips open, running his tongue over his mouth, his eyes blown wide. He looked like a man starved, ready to take his first meal in months.

Colin dived right in, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it into his mouth. A sinful moan left you, your eyes rolling at the back of your head. He flicked his tongue over the tight bud, switching back to sucking on it every couple of seconds.

His mouth moved down and to your slit, licking from top to bottom and back up again. He teased your pussy like that for a few torturous minutes, his thumb pressed over your clit. When his tongue delved into your core, you screamed out, pulling at his hand harshly.

He groaned against you, the sound sending pleasant, overwhelming vibrations through your core, and body. He used his hands and lips together. He wrapped his lips around your knot, and a finger breached your channel again.

With both his lips stimulating your little nub and his finger teasing your walls, you could once again feel your belly tighten, the familiar feeling of bliss approaching. You wanted to relax, wait for the euphoria to run through you in waves, but for some reason, you felt like you shouldn't.

Just when your walls clenched around Colin's fingers in warning, the knot in your belly on the verge of coming undone, and the little white stars that blurred your vision, he pulled his fingers out, his lips letting go of your clit.

You cried out loudly, your eyes filling with tears of frustration and desperation. You felt the buildup sensation subtle, and you chocked back a sob.

"You are such a little shit," you cried in frustration, a few tears escaping your eyes and falling down your cheeks. He moved over you again, brushing at your tears. He bent down until his lips were brushing against yours. He pecked them, leaving traces of the way you tested. When your tongue ran over your lips to gather the wetness, you half moaned, half sobbed in irritation.

"Shhh, don't you go crying like that. You'd get to come very soon," he whispered against your lips, taking his boxers off. His cock sprung free, standing at attention, a pearl of pre-come gathered at the head. He pulled out a thin foiled package from his bedside table, snatching it open with his teeth, and swiftly rolling the rubber on.

He took himself in hand, giving his length a few strokes. He moved his thighs on either side of your body, rubbing the tip on your clit, and up and down your slit. He slowly pushed in then, filling your pussy inch by inch, the burn giving you a nice, tingling pleasure.

Colin sunk to the hilt, before he pulled back and snapped his hips forward. He set a steady, rough pace, hands holding you in place, while he did all the work. The fullness of his cock dragged through your walls amazingly, his tip hitting places inside you, you didn't know existed.

He started moving faster, his thrusts turning harsher, the sound of skin slapping against skin the only thing you could hear. Your pussy squeezed him whole, and when the tip of his length hit that special spot inside you, you could feel your fast approaching climax.

You moaned and gasped, his coos making little to soothe the sinful sounds that escaped from your parted lips. When he added his fingers to the mix again, pushing onto your clit, and rubbing tight circles over it, you knew you were a goner.

"Come on, go on. I know you're dying to come," he murmured into your ear. You've had enough of his teasing, of his edging, of the way he had held you at the edge of bliss for so long.

Your vision blurred at the edges, your mouth falling open. Your body quaked, your velvet heat clenching around Colin's length in a vice-like grip. Your thighs, wrapped tightly around his middle, as they shook around his body. You fell with his name on your lips.

You were barely able to take a breath in when you felt Colin's cock twitch inside you, and soon he followed you through the edge with a groan and a few muffled curses.

You were still shaking, even minutes later. It was the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Edged to the brink of release, twice, before you were finally allowed to pass through the other side, and feel the earthshattering coil inside you snap.

Panting, he pulled his softening dick out of you and settled on his back beside you. He turned to look at you, a blissed-out smile on his face, with a glint of something else in his eyes.

"You are welcome, by the way," he quipped, smirking once again. You swatted at his chest, a little laugh bubbling to the surface.

"Damned tease," you repeated your earlier statement. He kissed you again, body tangling with yours. He held you at the edge five more times before the sun rose hours later.

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izzielizzie · 3 years

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Hot take: maeve and luis’s relationship was kind of sad. There needed to be more buildup

hot take right back at ya: you're correct

okay full disclaimer that y'all already know: I adore Maeve and Luis so so much but as I think about it, I adore their potential. Sometimes in canon I can't stand their relationship and honestly, sometimes I can't stand Luis.

if I had to narrow it down, it could come to seven rather important things:

#1: Maeve is not emotionally ready for a relationship

Maeve came into this book jaded. She didn't get close to anyone in the first book, and isn't open with her best friend/ex, her parents, or her sister. She's not open with Nate or Addy either, and she's never even had a proper conversation with Cooper/Kris.

She has so much baggage from her cancer, and not to make her that cancer character but she's dealt with more shit than a seventeen year old should deal with. She's almost died twice. And then there's the fact that she was there when the group figured out what Simon did. Heck she was one of the people who figured it out. She spent ten years fighting tooth and nail for her life and she must have been so upset to learn about Simon taking his to ruin Bronwyn's life.

Not to mention that the media turned her into the "dying sister that made Bronwyn feel the need to be perfect". Come on we know Maeve. She probably blames herself for a lot of what happened.

But none of that was addressed properly. I know Maeve always just soldiers on, but she realistically would not have been able to put all that behind her to date Luis Santos of all people.

#2: Luis treated his original crush on Maeve as a rebound after Keely

This entire relationship started out canonically as Luis saying "I'm so hurt from Keely dumping me I have never felt this before I'm in so much pai- oh hey Maeve Rojas is hot". There had to be a better way to introduce Luis's crush.

#3: There was no buildup

In November, during Maeve's extra chapter, Maeve isn't sure if she has a crush on Luis or not, and in February she's head-over-heels-can't-even-talk-to-him in love? I think we can all agree that Maeve needs more time to develop a crush than three months.

#4: Luis has no personality other than hot, athletic, and cook (sorry Luis)

What does he do? Where's the flirting from book one? Where's the strong moral compass? Where's the dork that makes inappropriate/unnecessary jokes that would definitely make Maeve laugh? Where's the person Maeve could have actually fallen in love with?

#5: Luis did not handle the situation well

Okay so he knew that Maeve was insecure because Cooper freaking told him that so it makes sense that she'd run out of a kiss because she's not sure what's happening or if he actually likes him because she initiated it. So then why the hell did he let Monica flirt with him at a game he knew Maeve was at? Why did he not tell her to stop because he liked someone else?

#6: Maeve did not handle the situation well

Oh Maeve I adore her but she kind of led Luis on at moments, not to say that he didn't too. But she could have been honest from day one, or she could have just told him to wait because she had stuff to figure out and was, you know, almost dying.

#7: Maeve's entire crush was so unrealistic

I'm not saying that Maeve would never ever have a crush on a guy like Luis. On the contrary, he's exactly the type of person she needs in her life. But as so many people including @natewynoou have pointed out, Maeve is very demiromantic (and ace!!). Maeve needs strong connections, and in the book, she hardly knew Luis at all. She didn't know that he wanted to go into fine dining or prefers the outdoors to the indoors and loves kayaking but honestly it's something that she'd probably need to know to fall in love with him.

The only person Maeve has a super strong connection with is her sister, and she's known her sister for seventeen years. Of course she's comfortable with Bronwyn. But she doesn't know Luis.

Conclusion

In conclusion, I really, really. really wanted Luis and Maeve to be close friends. Like, "hey my house is less than a mile away from your restaurant which means that you will be practically living at my house now" close, "I have a lot of emotional baggage that I don't want to deal with but I am going to put my head in your lap and read to you as you do whatever the heck cooking school homework is" close, and "oh you're stroking my hair as you do the weird homework and the way you say my name makes it sound like I'm the only important person in the world so now I feel so warm and comforted" close. I wanted them to solve the mystery together, where Luis is a little confused because "what the heck is happening here Maevey" and Maeve is a little annoyed because he won't stop flirting and then she tells him to stop so he does but then "oh no wait I actually liked that keep doing it" and near the end after long nights and longer conversations, Maeve looks at him a little differently. And maybe halfway through the book Luis tries to tell her about his feelings but she shuts him down but that that's okay because he understands and now she feels even better about how much he loves her.

That is the arc Maeve and Luis should have had, and frankly, deserved.

#one of us is next #maeve rojas #luis santos

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cheesy09 · 3 years

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What are your top 5 Kiro dates? No pressure, my dear friend😆😘

@keliosyfan You cannot send me something like this and expect me to keep quiet 😆 Thank you so much for this delicious, finger-licking ask, friend!! But do I really got to choose??? 🥺 I LOVE ALL HIS DATES!!

Keeping my thoughts/analysis under the cut because this one's going to be a long one. Also, am not ranking them because they're each special to me in their own way. Plus, am only going to concentrate on the dates in EN so far.

Anyway, without further ado, Kiro Date spoilers ahead!

✨Light Pursuit Date

There’s a simple reason why I love this date so so much. It literally contains EVERYTHING I love about their relationship, plus it’s in line with the main story.

“You’re the light I’ve spent my whole life chasing” is such a strong and powerful message to use for a couple, especially since it aligns perfectly with message that this game’s story is trying to deliver. The imagery of light pursuing being used to represent their relationship puts it on an almost spiritual/cosmic level which is just so powerful to me.

The mutual pining: Both MC and Kiro long for each other so strongly throughout this whole date and it’s so obvious to see. MC gets desperate enough to see him that she even starts dreaming about him. And no matter what Helios said on that date, we know why he really invited her to that party.

The undeniable chemistry: The attraction, the thick innuendo, the electricity that is just crackling between them; it’s so tangible, you can cut it with a knife. Talk about delectable... yum!

The angst: As heartbreaking as the angst is, the drama involved between Kiro and MC is juicy as heck, which is another reason why I love their relationship so much. It makes their relationship feel very very real. The angst is what gives birth to the high strung emotions and passion between them. Realities they’re trying to fight, and the feelings they can’t possibly deny.

TWIN-FLAME ENERGY EVERYWHERE: As I said before, Kiro and MC just cannot deny the way they are drawn to each other, and this plays big in the twin-flame theme they have going for them. This is especially obvious in MC’s case. She knows Helios is supposed to be close to a stranger to her, and yet her body can’t help but react to him the way it would react to Kiro despite the danger that radiates from him; like her very soul knows exactly who it is behind the silver hair and cold eyes. I mean we even get this scene:

MC: Aren’t you a member of Black Swan? Why did you approach me?

I closed my eyes and finally asked the question.

Helios quivered inconspicuously under my palm, and soon he spoke in a low and sneering voice.

Helios: Why are you under that misconception?

MC: Because...

Because I thought you were familiar, because my soul quivered involuntarily when being close to you, and because... of a ridiculous assumption.

These words are just so powerful in so many ways because what MC is saying is that she finds Helios familiar because her soul resonates with him, like it happened with someone else before...

In relation to the twin flame concept, this date is a huge representation of stage five and six in the relationship; “the test” and “the chase.” By this point, Kiro and MC’s relationship is being put the test and MC’s chase for Kiro finally begins.

✨Stardust Date

Another date that goes hand in hand with Light Pursuit Date, except with Kiro this time instead of Helios. Plus points that this too is in line with the main story.

MORE YEARNING. And what’s so great about this is that you can actually feel what MC feels. That’s how strongly Kiro can make you pine after him.

That steamy confession of love: It wasn’t just the passionate words that Kiro kept whispering to her, but also the tremendous amount of longing and desire in his voice that belied those very words.

Kiro’s sexiness: Please, you cannot tell me you didn’t find Kiro downright seductive in that outfit. I absolutely love his fashion sense and this one really showed off the lean yet firm build of his body, and that scorching blue-eyed gaze was just- pheeew!!

The danger he radiates: After MC catches him on that phone call, the feeling of oppression that Kiro gives off does intimidate you, but also excites and thrills you at the same time. The duality with this man is just so well-written.

The build up: From the fiery confession, to the obvious yearning and attraction, to the flirting and teasing, and the angst, I’d say this date had one of the best buildups to a kiss overall.

THE KISS: After all that glorious build-up, the execution of the kiss was absolutely brilliant, with Kiro’s statement of “the reward I want more right now... is you” being the breaking point. All the yearning and desire that had built up over the course of the date had been let loose in that one sexy kiss. I ABSOLUTELY LOVED, LOVED the way the desire went both ways. MC pulling him closer and demanding for more from him and him responding just as passionately, was HOT.

Extra thoughts: The necklace that he gives to her on this date is an item that hasn’t been brought up on other dates, which I find a bit weird since they mentioned how important it seemed to Kiro. Another reason why I need this date to be referenced in the future.

What I find interesting about him giving her a necklace is that even though it’s a symbol of love and affection, it’s not as powerful as a ring would be, showing that he wasn’t ready to take the next stage in the relationship. This is important foreshadowing because he knew what exactly could happen to them in the future.

✨Treasure Date

A personal favourite of mine because it shows just how stubborn, delicate and insecure Kiro can actually be.

MC’s unexpected confession of love: Kiro’s not the only whose been pouring out his heart to her. (I’m assuming) Before the events of Chapter 14, MC has done her own fair share of confessing to him on a number of dates; the one in Treasure Date being the most notable. I held my breath when she said “I will... always be crazily in love with you” to him, because it had been the first time I’d seen her outright declare her love to a love interest so earnestly.

The supportiveness: MC just being there for him and comforting him when he was at his weakest is just so heartwarming and satisfying to see.

THE TENDERNESS AND LOVE THEY RADIATE FOR EACH OTHER :’D

BLUSHY KIRO: (Can you tell why I chose to put in that CG?) I don’t know about you, but I feel my soul ascend to heaven every time I see Kiro blush. It’s the most adorable thing on the planet!

THE BIG BABY VIBES HE RADIATES ON THIS DATE MAKE ME WANT TO CUDDLE WITH HIM FOREVER UGH!!!

The pirate and treasure theme: This is a theme that is brought up often in Kiro and MC’s story. Dates as well as the main story. It also goes hand in hand with the light pursuit theme. MC’s determination to turn into a pirate in search of her treasure (Kiro) exactly mirrors the way Kiro referred to himself as a pirate in search of his hidden treasure (MC) before his reunion with her at the convenience store, in his 3rd Anniversary Interview. It really goes to show just how much they desire and treasure each other.

✨Prayer Date

Another hot, steamy date? Yes, ma’am! Kiro’s got a whole arsenal full of these kind of dates.

It is seriously cute how the two of them are always wishing for a “forever” with each other, and how they’re willing to go as far as to rely on superstitions for it HAHA.

Ahem. That visually appealing shower scene. Need I say more?

The date offered me another reason to label Kiro a hopeless romantic. Hello? A candlelit beach??? SWOON~!

The dash of angst: The foreshadowing. Over the course of the date, MC’s numerous failed attempts at doing something to ensure their “forever” had accumulated, and this was the first date we got to see her insecurity in regards to her relationship with Kiro. Again, these high strung emotions is what evoked some passionate desire for him in her.

This date was full of firsts. Not only was it the first time we got to see MC’s insecurity in regards to her relationship with Kiro, but it was also the first time we got to see just how... intense Kiro can be in showing his affection. Also, am I wrong in assuming that this was the first time they got so... physical with each other?

Another excellent date with excellent build-up to the end: From the pleasant start to the date, with MC being full of hope, to the unexpected encounter in the showers just to wet your appetite for this boy (pun intended haha), to the consecutive disappointments and emotional buildup made for a fabulous recipe for the delicious result we were served by the end of the date. Mmm, a spicy one at that.

✨Flowers Date

Honestly, this was the date that made me fall for him super-super hard. It was just full of innocence and the purest of love, no questions asked.

Kiro’s charm is on full blast in this date.

The symbolism brought out by flowers in showing how similar Kiro and MC are, is really strong on this date. They both decide to each get a gift for the other that is supposed to remind them of each other and then split up. When they came back to reveal what they each had gotten each other, they both ended up getting the same thing: a bouquet of daisies (a symbol of purity and innocence).

Kiro’s wholesome love for the simplest things in life (like flower fields) is once again brought out.

THIS DATE WAS SO ROMANTIC. He takes her to the flower field on a bicycle! And they even take off running down the hill together, hand-in-hand, and he spins her around like some kind of princess in the middle of it!

MC did daisy divination, and what was the result she got? *whispers loudly* HE LOVES ME.

Kiro being a parallel to sleeping beauty is ingenious as well as romantic in so many ways. (Plus MC being tempted enough by his sleeping appearance, that she kissed his eyelids had me grinning like a mad fool).

Kiro says some of the most romantic things on this date in the most affectionate and tender of voices:

Notable line 1:

Kiro: Well, MC, maybe you really are my “prince charming.” Because only you can awaken me from darkness, no matter when.

Notable line 2:

Kiro: There was only you in my eyes, wasn’t there?

Notable line 3:

Kiro: Because... You are the whole world in my eyes. Nothing else can compare. My spring... is you.

✨Honorable mention: Miracle Date

This is another fun and wholesome date that always seems to put a smile on my face, but also comes with some strong and sad foreshadowing.

Kiro and MC are just so uplifting of each other in this date and you just love to see it.

THE INTIMACY WHEN HE WRAPPED HER IN HIS ARMS FROM BEHIND AND LACED THEIR FINGERS TOGETHER!!!

Dude, they’re so in sync with each other, it’s not even funny!

I really loved how this date works in a bit of self-introspection for the both of them (actually, a lot of his dates do). We know that Kiro and MC both push each other to become better, and this date really showcased that.

Another date with another strong message.

I melted at the way he says that her very existence is a miracle to him. Like, just the fact that she exists in this world is enough of a blessing for him.

THE LONGING IN HIS VOICE: Kiro so fervently wishing that their time together would slow down because he knew what was to come, was just so heartachingly beautiful, it made me tear up a bit.

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