#i have a lot of feelings about shy/nervous peach

[fruit-salad-ship]

Have you considered, Gladiator AU, Grey and Peach sparring and then it gets a little spicy before they realize wait Plum is watching.

Gladiator AU is building itself, with your suggestion in mind, lets see here...

So Peach got sold into the arena life as a young child, starting with helping warriors gear up, feeding people, feeding animals, moving bodies from the pit, removing gear. A lot of things a child shouldnt have had to do, but she started to pry, ask the fighters questions, practice wielding a sword at a young age, and while she failed, the people who came and went would either be cruel, or leave her with a tip or trick, and so she gained a lot of infomration in a short period of time about fighting and the nature of men, most of which was negative. Her brutality grew it had to for her survival, for her safety, and she snapped at her boss one time too many. They put her in the Arena as a half time joke, put a woman in, theres no way she'd come out alive right? But she did, and she kept doing it. Never given personal space, no room of her own, no door to lock at night to feel safe behind, or posessions to hold dear. She lived to fight, and fought to live, a vicious circle of expecting not to come out of the pits in one piece. If she was the meanest thing in the room, no one would touch her, no one would mess with her, she was safe for a moment.

Her biggest battle to date she won, and the person hosting, a young and quite pretty socilaite from a powerful family offered her a gift, asking her to remove the helmet so she could see the face of the victor. Plum, unaware of this gladiators reputation, watches a woman reveal herself, and is instantly fascinated. Not often you saw this happen. Peach asked for her freedom, still under ownership of the colleseum, and Plum obliged that in the only way possible at the time. She bought up Peach's contract, a hefty price for one warrior, but she'd becoem quite infamous and so the price tag went up. Peach was devestated at first, from frying pan to fire, she was still not free, but took this as a next step at the least. For what it was worth the pay was better as a personla guard, and the chances of death far lower. She was shown to a small room, a bed and some simple furniture, and asked to go to the head of Plums security detail for gear and further instruction. That being Grey. Now Grey was at teh fight, he saw her win, and was just as shocked to see her reveal herself. When Peach finally strode into the barracks to find him he was ready with gear, but first wanted to see Peach fight first hand, with a better sword and less distraction.

The rest of the staff found it impossible not to watch the two clash, Peach was quietly confident, and Grey saw her get a little hot under the collar as he caught her off guard, smacked a shield hard into her ribs to stagger the woman back a few paces. He was good, but she was quick, and the two found it an even match for what felt like an hour or two. It was a draw, both dripping with sweat, but...smiling? They'd met their match. Peach proved herself, and Grey earned her respect. Late nights were the worst, Peach found it impossibly boring being a personla guard, safe sure but dull. This life was slow compared to the arena. After a week of nothing happening, no attackers, no intruders, nothing but boring patrols and mindless drills, Grey threw the new hire a bone. A rematch to kill time, something Peach jumped at. Yet again they seemed to come to a stale mate, skills though different seemed evenly matched. With no one watching, Grey decided perhaps he could have a little fun with the newbie, instead of being on the defence, really swinging wide and heavy out of no where after being so controlled and collected. It got Peach on the back foot, being unprepared, block after block taken well, but a cheap shot, Grey kicking dirt up in her face forced her to raise a shield to try to block anything coming in. It was not enough.

Peach got tackled down, sword clattering across ornate tiles, still struggling to see, the painful compression on her chest of an impossibly heavy body marking defeat. "You cheat!" Grey laughed, knelt to keep her pinned, watching her squirm, getting a cheap shot in at his ribs with her fist, enough to get some of his weight off her. The wrestle for control was tough. It was the slew of swearing and metal gear scraping that awoke their boss in the dead of night, her elegant little form creeping back to her balcony to see a familiar sight in the dead of night, light from sconces picking out the flash of silvers and golds.

Meanwhile Greys got Peach's arm brace held, stopping her moving, she undoes the strap and frees herself, it gets thrown, but he's not giving her the option to get up and retaliate, grabs the front of her chest plate and keeps her pinned, unable to stop her loosing the straps, kicking his chest so he and her gear gets pushed back. She's down to a shirt, but does not quit. Grey has one key vulnerability, she knocked his helmet off at the very start and his gear isnt covering his neck. Peach takes a leap off a stone pillar, valting to get up to his height, legs wrapping around his neck, taking them both down to the floor. He had not expected the move, huge form brought to its back. She unsheathed the small dagger on HIS belt and held it, one hand on the back of its hilt at his face, not striking, but making it clear he'd have been dead if this was real.

He laughed and she was able to sit back, still atop his chest, both panting from the exertion of the fight. "I guess theres worse ways to end up with a gilr on top of me." Peach felt ther face heat up, slapping him on the arm hard. "Dont be an ass just because you lost." "Wouldnt call this so bad a loss." Grey's grin was cheeky, and forced her to start to get up. IT was at that point they both heard a twig snap, looking to the home they were suppose to guard, in the tended gardens their boss watching, wine in hand looking very smug. Plum sauntered a little closer, Peach getting up at speed, taking several steps back, realising she was out of gear, this looked way worse than it was. "Dont let me interupt you two, you were having fun." Grey grunted getting up, his gear weighing him down, feeling Plums hand brush his cheek as she walked past, not stopping to see him, continuing to see the new girl, who'd become quite nervous, standing to attention, flinching from the light touch that took note of the bare skin on her side, exposed now her gear was thrown to one side. Sure, maybe the young royal was revelling in her rather expensive addition to security, she planned to let Peach go free sure, but just not right away. Had to enjoy having her around for a little while right? "You're wasted under all that armour." Peach said nothing, mortified by the turn of events, even Grey ambled over and shunted her shoulder in a jovial way, not enough to knock her out of her now very stern and controlled behaviour. He could joke around, he wasnt the new hire, she however was not about to step out of line anytime soon. Both Plum and Grey let her grab her things and go, back to the routine, shuffling off fast out of embarrasment, leaving the old friends in a quiet moment. "So she beat you." Plum hooked her arm through his instinctivley, having him walk her back to her room, an act he did freely without request. "Seems that way. The Gladiator in her is surely a force to be reckoned with. She refuses to give in even when she's on the back foot." "Mm, a good addition then. You approve?" This week had been Grey's chance to test her, see just how hard she'd work and if she would be capable of the work with Plum. She had been compliant with every job he'd given to her. "No question, she'll fit in well here."

[st4rbwrry]

   𝐾𝐼𝑆𝑆 𝑀𝐸 𝑇𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝐼’𝑀 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸.

꒰ armin takes his pretty girlfriend on a picnic in an enchanted forest.꒱

🫧 𐀔 . . . 1.4k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, established relationship, sub / dom, profanity, pet names, unprotected penetrative sex, we’re in luvvv, outside indecency, love bites, praise, kinda shy reader, smoking, kreampie, minors aren’t welcomed ! reblogs + comments are appreciated! <3

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ . . . this been in the drafts since 2022 y’all. a lil sum.

a pastel baby blue dress clings tight to your smooth skin, looking like the prettiest cottage core girl. frills on the shoulders and bust sitting low to accentuate your perky chest. love handles and tummy pudge swallowed by the soft material. armin couldn't keep his eyes, or hands, to himself. rubbing all up on you throughout your entire picnic date. fresh air blows through the trees and the bright views of sunlight beam across the blue lake where pure white doves swam in silence. armin had found this mythical location by driving around one day. it's quiet and reserved, deep into an enchanted forest.

the two of you sat on a blanket sprawled out on the grass, enjoying the food armin neatly packed. lots of fruits because you loved them. strawberries, raspberries, pomegranates, green grapes, apricots, and peaches . . . you name it. overdoing it just a bit, but he knows it’ll be eaten by this week. this was breakfast, the time now around eleven in the morning, so while you got ready he prepped the food. heart shaped pancakes, waffles, turkey bacon, pork sausage, scrambled cheese eggs and of course never forgetting your orange juice.

to make it cuter he brought a glass vase and filled it with water and multicolor roses he bought from the flower shop. you ate so much food your stomach bloated, unable to eat anymore. armin lays on his back with you to stare up at the sky and watch the trees blow, the weather perfect for the occasion. the sun hitting your skin serenely. you rest your head on armin’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he massages your back in gentle circles, nearly falling asleep because you’re so at peace.

“i’m so glad we did this,” a yawn escapes as you smile sweetly at him, rubbing his stomach over his white tee.

armin presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering it before mumbling, “me too.” soon, digging into his jean pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. tapping the plastic box to release a stick. your body moves with the forearm he brings together to light his cig, flicking the lighter twice and satiating his need.

“i needed a break from life. so, thank you, love.” the softness in your voice makes the man's heart beat twice as fast. he smiles at you after turning his head the opposite way to blow out smoke, knowing you hated it in your face. being at close proximity right now was less irritating since you're elated at the moment. you could care less because he's comfortable, and it makes you feel the same. you could never get him to quit no matter how hard you tried. never argued with him about it. minor debates but he gave valid points so you laid off it.

“i figured it'd be nice to escape for the day. it's upsetting we have to return to reality tomorrow. but when i'm with you, it always feels . . . free.”

armin brushes a curved knuckle over your cheekbone, your eyes glued to his own.

“i feel the same way.”

“i say i love you all the time. but do you really understand it? how deep it is?”

you curl your lips inward, pondering on his question. more like a statement.

“i know you love me. you show it more ways than one. i think that's meaningful overall.”

fluffy blond hair with gold hues covers his angelic baby blue eyes, reaching up to tuck some of the wavy ringlets behind his ear.

“tell me you love me, then gimme a kiss.”

your face grows hot from his demand, growing nervous. you sit up briefly to grab a peach to bite into and distract yourself, more like hide your face because you were smiling so hard. this happens to be the second time since he's first told you he loved you. it makes you shy even still, the rush of heat coming to your cheeks from the intense glare he gives you, waiting for you to say it. you don't know why it felt so hard to utter. it's clear you love him, but maybe it was the large commitment of the word . . . the vulnerability, the devotion, the forever tie that scared you.

"tell me you love me, or i'll make you say it, ꒰♡꒱ ."

and make you he does.

his breath is warm on your neck, tongue following to lick a bold stripe over your skin with his fingers indented into the flesh of your cheeks and jaw. your face is upturned, head resting on his shoulder, back to his chest as you rely on his body for your balance. your thighs are spread wide, holding yourself open with your unoccupied hand, gripping under the bend of your knees, whimpering in the breezy air as his hips interact with the round of your ass, fucking you from the side fervidly. his moans are light, dancing in your ear while you claw into the picnic blanket beneath you two, clutching the grass and dirt in the wake. tuning into the lewd interaction of his heavy dick pounding into you, tits bouncing out of the enclosure of your dress.

“i can’t hear you, ꒰♡꒱,” armin grits his teeth, his lips on your jaw now, kissing away and grunting as he raises his hips to fuck you deeper, thrusts steady but rough. you’re feeling dizzy, whining from the baritone of his voice. “i didn’t make myself clear enough?”

“n-no. . . ar—min. mmph,” while denying, there’s a crack in your voice as you try your best to speak, moans rumbling in your throat, your tummy jiggling from his harsh pace.

“then tell me, tell me,” armin’s voice is a whispered plead, his jeans to his knees and his shirt pulled up to his midsection, skin scorching against your own.

you’re soft, and small. his big hand with veins protruding goes from your face to your chest, tweaking your nipples that spilled out of it’s cups alluringly, before spanking them with the pads of his fingers. tweak, spank, tweak, spank. it’s a notion that has you drooling, and sobbing pathetically. he’s trying to upkeep his composure, trying not to bottom out and lose his sanity. you’re too cute.

“i love youuu,” you finally cry out, ragged moans falling out in shorts gasps, tears coaxing and the pressure in your tummy building.

“fuck, there you go, sweetie,” his excitement shows through the way his dick slips out of you, both of you gasping from the loss until he slaps your clit with his dick, your juices sputtering out of you with each wet pat pat pat. armin draws his hips back slightly before sliding back inside easily, digging his fingers into the back of your thigh you held up and rolled his waist to fuck you harder.

each pound is harder than the previous, his jaw widening as he chokes on his moans and catches your throat with his mouth, tongue lolling out occasionally and his teeth following suit. your head is tossed back entirely, his arm going around your shoulder to cradle you, falling back on the ground. your thighs press tightly together, and you hold onto his arm while his middle and ring fingers thrum intricately over your puffy clit to watch her squirt.

armin hisses with skaken moan. “say it again, ꒰♡꒱.”

“i love you, armin.”

“again,” he’s biting at your neck again, your mouth agape from the combination of that and the head of his dick kissing your sweet spot.

“b-baby, g-god. i love you.”

“ooh, shit,” armin then pushes your left thigh flat to the ground, your body twisted as he goes to level himself above you in push up form, dropping his dick into you with steady, hard pounds. his voice grows weak, moans whiny as he cums deep inside of you, and you follow not long after, squeaking and clutching onto his wrist planted by your head. the softness of your ass bouncing back onto his hips is entrancing. his ass flexing when he grinds into your pussy.

“oh my god,” those pretty strands of blond sway in front of his face, giggling and lowering his body to rest his chest on your side. repeatedly leaving kisses to your flushed cheeks, neck, even your forehead. unable to move at all.

“i really love you, i swear,” the pads of your fingers brush over his pink lips, overly sensitive at the moment so you definitely felt like crying. a high pitched hiccup interrupts the moment, and that only makes armin roll his lips inward before bursting out a laugh.

“you’re so cute,” he gives you an eskimo kiss before smooching your lips. “i know you do.”

© 𝒮𝒯𝟦𝑅𝐵𝒲𝑅𝑅𝒴! all rights reserved. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn't cute. i'll ruin your life. 🫧🍓

[luveline]

Hey my lovely, could i equest a blurb where reader seeks one of spencer's hugs and he's all soft and mushy about it!! I just think he'd give really warm hugs and want one so bad!

shy!reader + post!prison Spencer have a hug

Spencer understands why you might find him intimidating. He did go to prison for a few weeks, and even if the idea of his being a potential felon didn’t scare you, there’s nothing wrong with being nervous around the unknown. You’ve had a few more weeks to get to know the others on the team. He tries not to take it personally that you’re closer with some of them than you are him. 

Plus, you’re awfully shy. 

Spencer’s been trying to communicate that he’s an idiot. He was shy, once, and he tends to be shy about things now, too, even if he’s taken to hiding that. He hides a lot, these days. 

But things aren’t hopeless with you. You’re inarguably his best work friend now that Morgan’s not around, taking the desk next to his —through coincidence or insistence, he has no idea. 

“What flavour do you have today?” he asks. 

You show him your bag. The convenience store outside of work has the strangest sweets from all sorts of places. You’ve been bringing in a different bag each day, and you always share. “Today is apricot and peach ‘millions’,” you tell him, shaking the bright pink bag like a rattle. 

Inside, the millions bounce against each other like miniscule polystyrene balls but with a heavier weight. 

“Awesome!” he says, holding out his hand. “Please?” 

You rip the corner and tip a generous helping of candies into his palm, doing the same in your own hand. “Ready?” you ask. 

“Three, two, one.” 

You both tip your heads back at the same time. Apricot and peach are similar flavours, and Spencer can’t tell the difference when they’re both in play. He can also taste apple juice and the sharp citric acid flavour they put in every candy. 

He can’t tell if you like them. He quite enjoys it, will happily eat the leftovers if you’re not interested, but your attention isn’t on the candy when he looks up. You’re staring straight at him. 

“What?” he asks, perturbed. 

“Nothing, just. Had a rough morning. Thanks for trying the candy with me.” 

He frowns. “I’m sorry. Let me know if there’s something I can do to make you feel better. I can make you a cup of hot chocolate?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

Spencer’s sure that to an outsider, he and the team appear to travel to a hundred cities a month. In reality, cases aren’t as densely packed, especially with the government expanding their profiling teams, and the majority of Spencer’s day is spent answering emails and giving advice to agents, law enforcement, and his colleagues. He doesn’t see much of you (where you’re forced to work ViCAP calibration as newbies usually are, almost like a hazing) but he does take you that hot chocolate around lunch time. Just to make sure you have the option. 

It’s sometime past four PM when you appear again. 

“Hey,” he says, turning to you where you’re paused behind your desk chair, “you're finally done?” 

“Not yet. So many case files to transcribe, opinions to cross check, signatures and…” You wince. “It’s a lot. You already know.” 

“I don’t, actually. I only ever had to do ViCAP as punishment, and I was extremely well-behaved. For a while, anyway.” 

You hesitate with something heavy on the tip of your tongue. You’re like every profiler wherein your tells are self-identified and quelled, but you’re still so new, and Spencer’s an expert. You want to ask him for something, but you don’t think you’re allowed. If he presses the issue you’ll shut down, and if he offers you another cup of hot chocolate you’ll simply drink it without letting him in on the real secret. 

Spencer waits. 

“Spencer, you don’t have to say yes, just… You’re the nicest friend I have, and you always know what I need to hear. Um, I know you don’t like touching people and I wouldn’t ask you to if you don’t want to, but it’s been a really long time since someone hugged me, and…” Your voice gets quieter and quieter, until you’re whispering, and then fizzling out. 

“You want a hug?” he asks, surprised. 

“If that’s okay.” 

“I give really good hugs,” he warns, climbing from his chair immediately, arms opened, an unmissable invitation. “You’ll never get over it.” 

“Really?” 

He can’t believe you came to him specifically for a hug. He’s gonna lose his mind. Gentle, Spencer ushers you into his arms, head quick to duck down, his thumb on your shoulder. 

You could’ve asked anybody in the office for a hug. Penelope would have hugged your brains out. Emily, Unit Chief and secret sweetheart, would’ve taken you off of ViCAP and given you a loving pat on the back. But you didn’t ask Penelope or Emily, you asked him. 

“You don’t have to ask me first,” he says quietly. 

“You don’t like touching.” 

“That’s more to do with germs, and I’m not worried about yours,” he says. “Unless you’re about to tell me you have a headache.” 

“It’s like this pounding behind my eyes,” you say with a laugh. 

Spencer smiles, his mouth and nose to the side of your head. He gives you a good ten seconds of quiet, his palm warming your shoulder, before he murmurs, “Any better?” 

“You’re really warm,” you murmur back. 

Spencer resists the urge to squeeze you. “It's the oxytocin.”

“Or you’re just really, really warm.”

[luvelve]

˚ · . lucky strike - c. seungcheol

summary: your first time giving head to anybody and lucky for you, that anybody happens to be your boyfriend seungcheol. you’re kinda nervous because unlike you, this isn’t his first time.

pairing: bf!seungcheol x afab!reader

genre: smut (18+ minors dni!)

wc: 2.9k+ (got carried away again :<)

warnings/tags: making out, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, lots of praise, softdom-ish!cheol, shy & inexperienced reader, bigdick!seungcheol, mentions of food & alcohol, seungcheol & reader are a bit tipsy, use of petnames (baby, angel, pretty), throatfucking, gagging, crying, finger sucking, cum eating

a/n: this is tiktok’s fault for always showing me “he’s the type to talk u through it” type of men. and to me, that sounded like none other than choi seungcheol !! so here we are. forgive me for any warnings i may have missed :< as always, likes/reblogs/feedback are highly highly appreciated ok bye <3

it’s been bugging you for weeks now. it first crossed your mind when you and seungcheol were driving home from a night out with close friends and it just dawned on you how you and seungcheol haven’t done anything yet. well, aside from making out.

seungcheol had told you from the beginning of your relationship that he wanted to take it slow with you. he didn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. he also told you that things would fall into place eventually and that there was no need to rush. you loved that about him.

but, being the massive over-thinker that you are, you also can’t help but compare yourself to your other girlfriends who have been in longer relationships and what they have possibly already done with their boyfriends.

you feel like you’re ready to do more with seungcheol and that you’re not just pressured by the people around you. you so badly want to bring this up to him but every time you try, you end up steering away from the topic.

the wall clock reads twenty minutes past nine; it’s a friday night and you and seungcheol are in his apartment already in your pyjamas when you should be dressed for a fancy dinner, stuffing yourself with pasta and wine somewhere in hongdae.

it’s been snowing nonstop these past few days and even on the one day that you and your boyfriend reserve every week to go on a dinner date, whether it be at the fanciest restaurant seungcheol can get a reservation at or the mcdonald’s just a few blocks down from his apartment, mother nature just won’t let up.

the two of you were left with no choice but to cook the ramyeon in seungcheol’s pantry. you also thought it’d be a good idea to bust out the remaining bottles of peach and grape flavored soju that had been left over from your camping trip over a month ago.

that was all over an hour ago, soup bowls and chopsticks long forgotten on the table, soju bottles empty, with some random sitcom playing on netflix in the background. you now find yourself on the couch straddling seungcheol’s lap, with your lips heavy on his. both of his hands resting on your waist, just above the band of your his boxer shorts.

breathy moans erupt from the base of his throat and it makes you dizzy. his plump cherry lips find your ear, your jaw, and your favorite spot: your neck.

"baby..." he whispers in between kisses, his hot breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine. all you can do is look at him with heavy-lidded eyes and continue kissing him, but this time sloppier and more desperate. seungcheol notices this and matches his pace with your own, your tongues fighting for dominance.

you don't know if its just you or the alcohol that's in your system, but you know that you want to do more than just kiss seungcheol tonight. plus the fact that you can practically feel his bulge growing under you isn’t helping either.

"nng.." you groan, breaking away from his lips momentarily and resting your forehead on his. your jaw falls slightly open, trying to find the right words to say and immediately, there's worry and confusion painted on seungcheol's face.

"baby, what's wrong?" he says in a hushed manner, his right comes up to your cheek.

“angel, did i do something? hey, you can tell me. hmm?” he adds, not breaking eye contact with you. he carefully fixes his position on the couch, not wanting to bother you.

“i… i-uhh…” you cut yourself off, you’re not nervous but you do want to be careful of how you say it. seungcheol looks at you with his big wet baby cow eyes, silently telling you that you can tell him anything.

“okay… so i couldn’t be more grateful for you wanting to take things slow with the both of us. i mean, really. a-and while i love love being with you like this.. like this close to you…” you trail off, hoping he understands or at least has a bit of an idea of where this is going. you kinda hate how he’s not breaking eye contact, you can practically feel his gaze burning holes into your skin.

“mhmm…” he hums in agreement, biting down on his lower lip as he tries to suppress a smile. he does know where this conversation is going but he wants to hear it from you. his hand falls to the small of your back and he caresses gently, you can feel the callouses of his hands through the thin fabric of your sleeping shirt.

“i feel like i’m ready to… you know… do more with you.” you add, feeling your cheeks and ears heat up. you slouch so you can hide in the crook of seungcheol’s neck but he stops you from doing so. “hey hey, i wanna see your face.”

“so is that what my pretty girl really wants, hmm?" he exhales, the sweet look on his face now wiped away. he sits a bit upright, looking at you with dark eyes. you've never seen him this enamored by you, almost like he's hypnotized, and you haven't even done anything yet.

you only give him a slight nod, your breathing getting heavier, feeling like your heart's about to jump out your chest. again, you don't know what's gotten into you but downing soju in such little time definitely fuels what you're about to do next.

you move your hands from seungcheol's chest and onto his shoulders for stability as you rock your hips back and forth. you start slow and then pick up the pace when you see him lean back onto the couch and close his eyes for a few seconds with his jaw slightly open. you can feel his length get harder each passing second and it sends a pool down your panties.

you lean in to kiss him on the spot near his ears and on his neck and this sends shockwaves through his entire body. he feels like his dick is about to explode and all he wants to do right now is pick you up and lay you onto your stomach so he can have his way with you. but, for now he wants to savor this moment with you.

“mmh, just like that, angel.” he says softly, draping one arm over the couch and the other still holding on to your hips to help keep you stable. his words make you feel good, reassuring you that you’re doing something right despite never having done this before.

your right hand then leaves his shoulder and reaches down to massage the growing bulge under his sweatpants. you look down at him with hooded eyes, hand palming over his cock that’s dying to be sprung free.

“baby, can i put it in my mouth?” you ask. seungcheol’s turned on but also completely thrown off because if anything, he wanted to taste you first. aside from wanting to throw you around and bully his length into you, he’s always dreamt of being in between your thighs and tasting your sweet juices all while you tug at his hair as his name rolls of your tongue.

"i-uhh, baby are you sure you wanna do this? he replies, pushing his own fantasies aside first because he only wants to do more with you only if you're sure you want to. "yeah, i know i wanna do this. i've thought about it for quite some time now." you clarify. and that’s enough for seungcheol.

“okay, angel. i just wanted to hear it from you again." he claims, eyes fixated on yours. he quickly catches your lips for a deep kiss, you can feel the want that radiates off of him. he then interrupts, "although i was hoping that i'd be the first to... go down on you."

while his offer does sound nice and tempting, the thought of you being naked for the first time in front of seungcheol does intimidate you a little bit. not to mention that he's your first boyfriend. you think that it'll help ease your nerves and make you more comfortable if he goes first. a win-win situation, you tell yourself.

"well, i really like how that sounds... but i'm just super a little shy to.. y'know. be naked and all." you admit, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. seungcheol doesn't know whether to be mad, disappointed, or annoyed at himself because you feel this way. he thinks that he may have failed at being your boyfriend because you don't feel entirely comfortable around him. you immediately notice the shift in his face and quickly say something, "and it has nothing to do with you, i promise! it's just... i-i've never done this before." you run your thumb over the pout that's slowly forming on his lips.

you further explain the win-win situation that you came up with and seungcheol quickly processes your words and doesn't feel too bad about it anymore.

"so... will you let me?" you add, referring to your question earlier. he doesn't even have to think about it, and immediately agrees. "baby, i'd be stupid to not say yes."

"i'm gonna need a little bit of help though..." you whisper, looking at him with dark eyes and once again reaching down to continue palming his clothed cock as if nothing happened. "don't worry angel, i got you. we can go slow, yeah?" his voice breathy, and at this point he's already putty in your hands.

you're quick to get off seungcheol's lap and get on your knees in front of him. you're feeling nervous but also excited at the same time and so you reach for the band of his sweatpants to pull them down. he sees this and helps you, his hands hovering over yours as you do so.

despite this being your first time, there's still desperation in your actions. the way your dainty little fingers grab hold of his sweatpants and the way you look at seungcheol. as you pull his sweatpants down, you fail to muffle a gasp. fuck, he's bigger and thicker than you imagined. you already know that it's going to be a struggle holding him and putting him in your mouth. you feel your panties getting soaked at the sight of his throbbing cock in front of you.

seungcheol sits and watches you eagerly, his thick thighs spread out for you and his length already coated with precum. you sit on your heels, still admiring how heavy his cock is. "something wrong, baby?" he furrows his eyebrows, his eyes locked on yours. you don't know how else to put it so you tell him straight, "nothing, you're just... big."

he grins and even laughs a little, "i know you can take it." and so you do, you take the base of his cock into your hand and attach your lips onto his tip. you lower your head to get more of him into your mouth but you struggle to do so. you’re not entirely sure that what you’re doing is correct but you continue your actions. you come back up to swirl your tongue around his tip and seungcheol closes his eyes, "mmh, fuck. just like that, angel. slowly." he's so turned on by the sight in front of him that he can't even bring himself to close his eyes for too long.

he leans forward to gather your hair to one side and to press a quick kiss to your lips, practically tasting himself. you don't stop pumping his cock and so he moans into the kiss, feeling the vibrations erupt from his throat. he leans back onto the couch, and your mouth is wrapped around him again. your hand is settled at the base of his cock, stimulating him as much as you can while you cover his tip in spit. "use both hands, baby." he suggests, and so you do.

seungcheol watches as your hands and mouth move up and down in harmony and it's taking everything in him not to cum right now with your mouth so pretty around his throbbing cock. you take more of him into your mouth and your eyes are welling up trying to do so. his tip hits the base of your throat and he feels it when you gag. he expects you to stop but instead you keep him there for a few seconds until you have to gasp for air and you feel his body shudder at your actions. "angel, you're sure this is your first time?" he asks, gathering just enough breath.

"mhmm.." you swallow, looking up at him with sweet and not so innocent eyes, shooting him a shy smile. you're hit with a wave of confidence by seungcheol's words. he quickly lifts his left hand to push his thumb into your mouth, wanting to feel your tongue. he feels selfish, as if you sucking him off isn't already enough, but he just has to. you follow him by sucking on his finger without hesitation, doing the same things that you were doing to his cock a few moments ago. "fuuck, you're so pretty like this." he thanks his lucky stars because he has absolutely no idea what he's done to deserve you and what you’re doing to him right now.

your mouth returns to his cock, where your hands are still stroking him up and down. you make it your mission to make him cum tonight, wanting to see him all breathy and speechless. your hands and mouth increase their speed, and so does seungcheol's breaths. you can tell he’s close because his chest is rising and falling faster and you’re pretty sure the neighbors can hear the lewd noises spilling from his mouth. you wrap your mouth around him again and again, your head bobbing up and down while you look at him through your long lashes, slowing down your pace for a few seconds to tease him just a bit. where the hell did she learn to do that? he thinks to himself.

all seungcheol wants to do now is pick you up and throw you onto the couch so he can return the favor, but he wants to give this to you. he wants you to finish what you started, because he knows it’ll make you feel good. “taking me so well, baby. doing so good f’me.” the praises rolling off his tongue as he runs one hand through his hair.

seungcheol can feel himself getting closer and closer to his high and so your hands work double time twisting his cock. you spit on his tip and sink your head down, his cock bottoming in your throat again. as you come back up for air, he quickly bucks his hips up to chase the feeling as he’s on the brink of his orgasm. you can’t help but let out a small choke with tears falling from your eyes. “-m sorry, angel. couldn’t help it.” he quicky apologizes. “s’okay…” you reply with a sweet smile.

“hmm fuck, i’m gonna cum. you ready for me, angel?” he trails off, taking control as he strokes himself and his length just inches from your face. you watch him as his big hand goes up and down his cock at an erratic pace. you lift your hands up to rest them on his knees but seungcheol has other plans in mind. “uh-uh, hands on your sides.” he says firmly, and you comply. he wishes he could take a picture of you right now, obeying him and being his good girl.

“open your mouth.” seungcheol adds, his demeanor now completely different but you love that he has two different sides to him when it’s just the two of you behind closed doors. your jaw quickly falls into an ‘o’ and soon after, seungcheol reaches his high. he feels his orgasm throughout his entire body, fireworks shooting down all the way to his ankles. his vision goes white and his body writhes in pleasure. white ribbons of his cum shoot out from his tip and onto your face and in your mouth. you feel the warm liquid on your tongue and you don’t know whether to spit or swallow.

you close your mouth just enough that your lips don’t touch, the salty liquid resting on your tongue. you wait for seungcheol to come down from his high, his breathing getting slower as his hand moves from his cock and onto his thigh. your chest swells with pride because you couldn’t believe what you just did to him. your eyes are focused on him as he leans forward, “you can spit or swallow baby, it’s up to you.” he says, and you feel his breath fan over your face as he brings his hand up and uses the pad of his thumb to wipe off the cum that’s on your cheek and just below your lip.

you finally close your mouth and swallow his salty release, completely tasting him. he watches as your adam’s apple bobs up and down as you do so. “good girl.” he comments, ultimately sending butterflies to your stomach. seungcheol then wastes no time to connect his lips with yours, tasting a little bit of himself. this time around, you’re the one moaning into the kiss and biting his lower lip. he deepens the kiss, holding your cheek to get better access. it’s not rushed though, it’s one that says ‘thank you’ for giving me the best head of my life.

he pulls away and you feel his arms at your sides, pulling you up. he slots you between his thighs, your knees sinking down onto the couch and he looks up at you. “your turn?”

© luvelve — please avoid copying, reposting, revising and/or translating my work on any platform.

[moonstruckme]

Hi! I would love to see Steve being really affectionate with shy reader? Maybe at the beginning of their relationship when everything is really „big” for reader? Only if it’s something that you like. Lots of love and thank you! 🩷

Thanks for requesting!

Steve Harrington x shy!reader ♡ 745 words

Selfishly, Steve has an easier time being brave when you’re so clearly the nervous one. 

“So this guy, he wasn’t being a dick or anything,” he says, fingers loosely intertwined with yours as you walk down to the 7-Eleven, “but he just wouldn’t leave Rob alone. Couldn’t take a hint, you know?” 

You hum. Your hand starts to slip in his, and you tighten your fingers almost imperceptibly. Steve adjusts, taking your hand more securely in his so it doesn’t happen again. A bit of pink tinges your cheeks that he doubts has much to do with the warm weather. 

Steve doesn’t mean to fluster you, but if he waited on you to make the first move there’d be no moving at all. That said, he doesn’t mind flustering you either. You get this sweet, startled look on your face and sometimes you try to hide behind your hair so that he gets to move it away. He sweeps his thumb over the back of your hand to soothe you, and you press your lips together like he’s done something far more brash. 

“What did she do?” you ask.

“She told him we were dating.” 

“What?” You laugh, the sound starting up a pleasant buzzing in Steve’s chest. “But she tells everyone else you’re ‘platonic with a capital P’.” 

“Exactly!” He shakes his head, grinning at you. You smile back for half a second before your gaze drops to his chest. “He’s gonna find out as soon as he brings it up to literally anyone, and then she’s gonna have to cover her ass all over again. I don’t know why she does this to herself.” 

“Maybe she’s panicking,” you muse. “Just, like, saying the first thing she can think of.” 

Steve guesses you’d know something about that. The first time he’d tried to ask you out, he’d suggested going to the drive-in and you’d blurted that you didn’t watch movies. 

“Maybe,” he says, unable to mask the amusement in his tone (and not trying very hard, if he’s being honest). 

You look at him curiously, then shy at whatever you see in his expression. “Oh, I forgot.” You duck away under the guise of digging through your bag. “I got this off my neighbor’s tree today.” 

You hold a peach out to him, and Steve thinks he’s going to melt on the spot. His heart feels all heavy and made of mush. “No way.” His voice is soft, reverent. “You stole from your neighbor for me?” 

He takes the peach from you, and you immediately turn from his gaze, pretending to adjust your bag over your shoulder. Steve knows you didn’t really forget to tell him earlier; you just hadn’t wanted this display in front of your roommates. It’s cool. He’s fine with adoring you in private. 

“I didn’t steal it.” The smile is evident in your voice, and Steve waits until you turn back to shoot you the best one he’s got in return. The pink spreads to your ears. “I asked. They always say they have too many to eat by themselves.” 

“Still.” He thinks about mushing a kiss into your temple, but even Steve’s not feeling bold enough for that yet. He settles for wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s sweet, thanks.” 

“It was no problem,” you murmur, tilting your head so your hair curtains your face. 

Steve is gleeful at this development. He reaches forward with his other hand to brush it out of the way, hooking what he can behind your ear. Your eyes flit to him bashfully. He knows he’s smiling like an idiot, but he can’t help it. It’s just the way his face likes to be around you. 

“Well, I appreciate it,” he says, then decides to put you out of your misery. “So, what kind of slushee are you gonna get?” 

“Mm, dunno,” you reply softly. “You?” 

“Blue raspberry every time.” He nods certainly. “Never wavered since I was a kid.” 

“I don’t think I’ve tried that one,” you say. “I usually get a coke and cherry mix.” 

“You can try mine,” Steve offers. 

“You don’t mind if I sip from your straw?” 

“I mean, I was thinking you could just kiss me to taste it,” he says. And fine, now he might be stirring the pot a little bit. It’s worth it when you put your face in your hands. Steve squeezes you tighter against his side, affectionate. “But that works too, yeah.” 

[icanseethefuture333]

PAC: What your pretty self needs to hear for Valentine's Day ♡

Your heart's message to you + a message from your secret admirer 💌

They say the truth ain't pretty, but coming from that pretty mouth

The truth is fitting, cause you ain't ever talkin' loud

And you know plenty

Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about

Cause you just get me

Yeah, you so pretty... ♡

Pile 1:

Your heart's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

Girl by Destiny's Child

Far by SZA

I MISS YOU SO BAD by iKON

The Lovers, Seven of Cups, & Three of Cups

So what your heart wishes to tell to you is that there is still love out there. You may have previously gotten over an ex, a past crush, or you are in the process of recovering from a break up. In the song "Far" SZA asks Sadhguru how to deal with rejection, in which he responds, "That's great! If nobody wants you then you're free." You have to look on the bright side of things. You also have to know what your worth is. No one else can define your worth but you. You have to be secure with who you are as a person. No one can love the parts you need to heal from. Once you feel fulfilled with who you are as a person. That is when you can form healthy connection with others. I believe you still are hoping for you and this person to get back together but you are hurting yourself even more by obsessing over this person (was going to say focus but instead I heard obsess). Reflect on your current situation and ask yourself, "What wound is this person triggering in me?". What do you need to move on from? To take care of your heart you should do some self reflection. Journaling and shadow work would help provide some clarity. Your heart asks you to not fall back into old habits. Self love is important for your growth, pile 1!

Your secret admirer's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

Time To Love by Red Velvet

Changes by Jeff Bernat

I Think I'm Falling by KOHH

Wallflower, New Love, & Union

There is a new love coming in for you! This person could be shy and likes to admire you from afar. They could be self conscious about some things about themselves as well. The feelings seem to be mutual here. There could be a new crush that you like and wish to speak to, but are to nervous to ask them out of fear of rejection. Don't fret! Confessing your feelings helps build courage. If the person rejects you, then that just means there isnsomeone else better out there for you. It is not the end of the world just because you got rejected. Have a little more confidence in yourself, you are great, pile 1! Regardless, I see you and this secret admirer actually being intimate. Things could develop into something more serious with this union card. So make sure to be open to this energy and give them a chance at love ♡

Pile 2:

Your heart's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

Mine by Slayyyter

ANTIFRAGILE by LE SSERAFIM

Post To Be by Omarion ft. Chris Brown & Jhené Aiko

Four of Cups, Eight of Wands, & The Fool

Your heart does not want to be tied down at the moment! I believe it has plenty of love to give lol. You also have no problem with turning people down or vice versa. You are looking for a fling and just wish to have a casual relationship! You could have a lot of options in love and would like to explore things romantically, maybe even sexually. Your heart suggests that you focus on your happiness and learn what pleases you. Love does not always have to be serious. Sometimes short lived romances have the best stories to tell! You will be feeling very confident and sexy in your romantic endeavors.

Your secret admirer's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

Boys Wanna Be Her by Peaches

No Flex Zone by Rae Sremmurd

STUCK IN MY HEAD by Twice

Open Relationship, Mature Woman, & Fun Times

This secret admirer of yours is honestly hilarious 😭. I kept getting meme songs and I hs to shuffle again to get a proper message. This could be my queer pile as well 🏳️‍🌈. I'm getting Renee Rapp vibes from your secret admirer, Pile 2 😋. They could suit the 'girl crush' aesthetic or if it is someone who identifies as masculine, they have a very pretty face. They are open minded, flirtatious, and exciting to be around. This person wishes to tell you that you are stuck in their head! They find you to be "so fine" 😜! They would like take you out soon. I'm getting it will be a bar date or they will take you dancing at a night club.

Pile 3:

Your heart's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

More Than Enough by Alina Baraz

Bluffin by Brent Faiyaz

Mona Lisa by Naji ft. Monter Booker

Death, Six of Swords, & Six of Pentacles

Oh, pile 3, bless your heart 🥹. You are someone who has such a kind, gentle heart. You have the purest intentions and for that people can tell how geniune you are as a person. You could be selfless and caring towards others. You have so much love to give that it is obvious to others. I don't see any bitterness in your heart and I feel like your heart wishes to tell you how proud it is of you for being able to find forgiveness. You are leaning to let go of the people who have hurt you in the past. The essence of your spirit is so soft and it's very beautiful to witness. Your heart's message to you is that anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. So don't ever feel like you are not enough because you're more than that. You are this cup that is overflowing with love and sincerity.

Your secret admirer's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

At Your Best (You Are Loved) by Aaliyah

Freaky Deaky by Tyga ft. Doja Cat

LOVE by Kendrick Lamar ft. Zacari

Dating, True Love, & True Gem

Your secret admirer absolutely adores you, pile 3. They see your value as a person and they know that there is no one else like you in this world. You have so much love to give and they do as well. I am getting that they want to literally treat you like a princess/princess - just overall royalty. Their have geniune intentions as well and they would like to spoil you this Valentine's day ❤. (Channeled song: Kiss It Better by Rihanna 💋) for a few of you, you and your specific person could be separated. I see that things will turn out for the better soon. So have faith in yourself and in this person for things to work out. They could offer you some sort of proposal, love offer, or a token of their gratitude to show how much they love you. I see things would be passionate, flirty, and romantic for you and your secret admirer 🎆.

Pile 4:

Your heart's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

Green Light by Beyoncé

Standing Next To You by Jungkook

God of Music by SEVENTEEN

Two of Pentacles, Page of Wands, & The Magician

You are such an optimistic person, pile 4! You could be someone who often gives advice to others and help others look on the bright side of things. You radiate such positive energy and it makes you a joy to be around. You could be someone who knows what they want and goes after it. You know how to balance your heart with your brain. Intuitive but also logical. People wonder how you are able to turn your ideas into reality. Your heart's message to you is to keep going after your goals and not let anyone distract you from your dreams. As long as you are happy that is all that matters. Your heart also wishes to tell you that whatever makes you light up inside is meant for you. Whatever your heart is set on whether that's a new job, house, etc. You have the ability to manifest whatever you desire.

Your secret admirer's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

Phone Me by Che Ecru

Novacane by Frank Ocean

Own It by Drake

Passion, Friendship, & Communication

For some of you, you could be currently in a "situationship" or have a FWB with someone. While for others, your secret admirer is possibly a friend of yours. This person is conflicted on how to approach you. You may receive a text or phone call from them soon where they ask you about your relationship with another. They could ask you how you feel about them or drop hints that they are attracted to you. The ball is in your park, pile 4, if you decide to be more than just friends with this person.

Pile 5:

Your heart's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

Girl Like Me by Alexa Demie

Fulfillment? By Kilo Kish

Baddie by IVE

Eight of Cups, Two of Cups, & Seven of Swords

I am getting like "manic pixie dream girl" vibes from you, Pile 2. Something about you is hard to pin point to others. Mysterious but also so enchanting. You know you are someone who is complex but also so beautiful. You have these interesting quirks that makes you stand out and memorable to others. You are comfortable with who you as a person and it could have took you a long time to get to a place of being this self assured. You could have a child like wonder as well and it is admirable to others. You could be questioning what direction to take in life and could find "adulting" very hard but don't give up, pile 5! Everything will be okay in the end. Your heart's message to you is to learn what gives you emotional fulfillment in life. Also to not take shit from no one. What's interesting is your face could look quite sweet but you are actually feisty and have a firey spirit. There is a duality to your personality and its attractive. I am getting like Song Jia, Alexa Demie, Wonyoung, & Taylor Russell vibes from you, pile 5. Your heart wants you to embrace your confidence and focus on the abundance in your future. Do not let people drag you down and dim your light. Your heart believes it is time for some self pampering. Set your standards high in love and know that you are deserving of everything you desire. I also believe it is time to burn bridges with people who no longer serve you. How can you live the life of your dreams if other people only acknowledge the version of yourself that no longer resonates with you? If you wish to be the girl of your dreams, you have to learn to put yourself first.

Your secret admirer's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

Lilith by Halsey

Ditto by NewJeans

High Fashion by Roddy Rich ft. Mustard

Triangle, Travel, & Spiritual Growth

What is this Single's Inferno?! You have options, pile 5. You could have more than one secret admirer. You could be observing your current options in love and feeling "Well! Let the best person win☺️!" I see people wanting to fly you out and pay for your trips, oh my🫠. One of the people you will date could be popular or have a well known social status. You give people butterflies and some of you may know what affect you have on people, while some of you are innocent to the fact. You could receive love confessions or you may even already have. I feel like you are the type of person who receives love letters, jewelry, candies, and box of chocolates, if not you are going to be spoiled for this Valentine's day! You could meet your secret admirer(s) while traveling or when going on vacation. Your secret admirer's message to you is that they "like you" and hoping you feel the same 💕. They want to understand your love language and words of affirmations / gift giving could be one of their love languages in particular.

Pile 6:

Your heart's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

Rose by Miyeon

Honey Dew by Lion Babe

Chanel by TiaCorine

King of Pentacles, Five of Wands, & Queen of Cups

I feel like you are at odds with your heart and brain right now, pile 6. You seem to feel confused about a decision you have to make. I believe you could think things are "sweeter" in other people's lives but that is not necessarily true. I know sometimes we can want what other people have but if it gets to the point of comparing yourselves to others then its not healthy. You have to remember to be grateful for what you have in life. It's okay to want the finer things, but what are you overlooking when you are doing that? Your heart's message to you is to not worry about what other people are doing in life and instead focus on what makes you great of a person. You are just as lovable, sweet, and beautiful.

Your secret admirer's message to you:

Shufflemancy -

Congratulations by Mac Miller ft. Bilal

Little Things by Sunni Colón

Aura by Mariah The Scientist

Work, Money, & Long Distance

I believe you and this person are already in a relationship. If not, your secret admirer will be the next person you end up in a romantic relationship with. This person could live further away from you and has a high paying job. They prefer to take on a traditional role of a provider. This person could have a hard time discussing their feelings though and shows their love through acts of services. While you, I feel you are more of an emotional person. You both could have a hard time expressing your feelings and thoughts properly to each other, which would cause conflict. Things might be tense for Valentine's Day. You and your secret admirer could have strong feelings for each other, but there needs to be an important conversation had in order for this relationship to progress. Both of you could be disheartened by this but there's hope! Try to appreciate the little things in your relationship and not focus on being the "perfect couple", for that does not exist. Every relationship has its flaws and all that matters is that you and you partner love each other very much. If it's meant to be, it will be, it won't be something you have to force, it'll come naturally.

[d4yd4iry]

Hold me, never let go

Pairings: Kang Haerin x fem!reader

Synopsis: Haerin loved you a lot and you love her just as much.

Genre: idk…

They say friends turn to lovers…

[2 years before NewJeans…]

Haerin was practicing with four others girls before she saw a girl come in with Min Heejin from the reflection of the practice room’s mirror.

“Pretty…” she muttered subconsciously, awing at the sight of you. Danielle who was right next to her gave a teasing look but the younger girl didn’t notice as her eyes were stuck on your pretty face.

Never in Kang Haerin’s 15 years of living have she seen someone so gorgeous.

“Girls, this is Y/n she’ll be training with you guys, she’s really shy so make sure to make her feel welcomed!”

She could see that you were nervous from the fact that you were fiddling with the ends of your hoodie.

Although she’s someone who rarely approach people first, she found herself subconsciously making her way towards you, shocking the other girls.

“Hi, I’m Kang Haerin!” She greeted you with so much enthusiasm that even she was surprised with herself.

You lift your eyes from the ground, facing a pretty girl with pretty cat like eyes. “Oh hello! I’m Yn but you already know that, I think…” You greeted back awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck.

To say that you were shy was an understatement, you couldn’t even look at anyone in the eyes.

But Haerin found herself finding your awkwardness cute. From that day on, she made a promise to herself that she’ll get you to open up, which is kinda ironic because the other girls (mostly Minji) used to complain about that same problem with her.

As weeks had passed, she found out you liked a lot of things; video games, mint chocolate ice cream, and perfume that smells like peach.

Haerin would spray herself with that specific scent everyday before practice just to get a compliment from you.

She found herself doing things that she never had interest in just to spend more time with you. Specifically video games, she was really bad at them which was why she stopped playing them until she met you.

Because the only way to get you to talk a lot is if the conversations is about video games, you could rant on and on for hours and Haerin would still listen attentively, noting your favorite ones.

Even if she was terrible at them, she would still play games with you every day after the two of you finished practicing.

You would always insist on doing something she likes for a change, seeing how she doesn’t enjoy them as much as you do, but she would always refuse saying that as long as you’re enjoying it then she’s enjoying it too.

When I say it with my chest, I think I love her. But not as a friend…

You found it heart fluttering how she would always try for you. No one else have ever put so much effort just to make you happy.

“Rin, do you want to go to the cat cafe down the road? I heard the cats and kittens there are adorable!”

Another thing that made her fall for you even more is your love for cats. She found that out one day during your lunch break when you kept mumbling to no one about how much you missed your cats.

“Yeah, whatever you want Ynnie!”

Your hands intertwined with hers as you guys head to the cat cafe. “Aw they’re so adorable!” You squealed and ran to one of the cats, pulling Haerin with you.

“Awe, this little guy looks like you Rin!” You exclaimed as you were holding a ginger cat. Haerin gasped feeling a little offended. “No it doesn’t!”

“He does! Look at his eyes, they’re as pretty as yours.” You made the girl in front of you reddened up without noticing since you were distracted by the cat.

“You think my eyes are pretty?” Haerin smiled shyly, her eyes looking straight at yours. You gave a an adoring smile back. “I think everything about you is pretty.”

If you hold me I won’t let go, I’m not sure I’ve said so.

That was enough to make a freeze, her blushing become more evident causing you to giggle. “You’re adorable Kang Haerin” you poked her cheek before getting distracted by the cat again.

That was it, you broke Kang Haerin.

A year had passed since you first met and since Haerin started falling for you.

After weeks of debating with herself on whether she should confess, Haerin had finally built up the courage to do so.

Kang Haerin felt like the happiest girl when you said yes to her confession and kissed her on the cheek.

But it’s true, I’m in love with you.

Soon, you two began to kiss behind close doors, with your relationship not being out yet. Both of you were scared that if anyone found out then they would break the two of you up.

You loved her a lot and she loved you just as much.

The rest of the girls who’ve seen how the two of you acted around each other, suspected that there’s something going on, but not wanting to point out something that might not exist, they let it go. Though they teased the two of you a lot.

The relationship you guys had was beautiful, you both loved and respected each other so much, and you’ve never fought nor disagreed on anything.

All until one day.

You guys have been walking around eggshells lately.

Your vocal teacher have been reprimanding you and the girls to not get into relationships, saying that it might ruin everything for the whole group. She would always look between you and Haerin while doing so too.

“Rin, I feel like they’re on to us.” You had pulled Haerin into your room.

“I feel it too, but it’s fine as long as they don’t find out right?” Haerin placed her hands on yours, she was as concerned as you were.

“I don’t know Rin, maybe we should distance ourselves from each other…take a break maybe until we’re off their radar.”

“Why would you want to do that?!” Haerin felt shocked as tears fell down her cheeks without realizing.

“I don’t! But wouldn’t it be better for us to take a break rather than being broken up?” Your heart aches at the sight of your girlfriend crying, your hand reaching her cheeks and softly wiping her tears away.

“It’s just that we’re debuting in a few weeks and I don’t want to risk us not debuting together…I’m hurting too, but it’s for the best.”

“If that’s what you want, then let’s take a break…”

Feels like I’ve been hiding, haven’t tried to fight it.

Nothing felt the same after the conversation you too had.

Everyone noticed that you and Haerin wouldn’t look at each other in the eyes and it was concerning.

Fast forward to present time, you and Haerin stayed friends. Friends who loves each other way too much to still be friends, but are too afraid to do anything about it.

Is this how the story ends?

[yanderes-galore]

I Simp for peach and bowser XD now I’m wondering how would it go if their were Yandere rivals who trying to win the reader hand in married 🤣 would their still be rivals or work together and come a poly 😝

I am such a Bowser fan so sure, lol. I need to give Peach some attention on here anyways. This is general but leans more game-based.

Yandere! Peach vs Bowser

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Mentions of marriage, Forced marriage, Rivalry, Jealousy, Obsession, Forced relationship implied, Violence.

This is actually a pretty neat pairing.

You most likely knew Peach first and you're a "human" (?) like her.

You are close friends with the princess and her valiant heroes, Mario and Luigi.

Her obsession would be more likely to spark first as she doesn't need to kidnap you to fall for you.

You just visit her castle for chat and she can't help but fall for your voice.

Peach often plans to bake you cakes and you two are usually seen alone.

You just like to think you're best friends with the princess, completely unaware of her dark intentions when she looks at you.

You're so innocent... you don't have a clue she intends to marry you in the future.

Peach would be Manipulative, Caring, Obsessive, Delusional, Patient, Protective, yet Temperamental at times.

This is different than Bowser, who's Possessive, Impatient, Protective, Caring, Persistent, and Intimidating.

Although the two DO share the Protective and Caring trait despite their differences.

Due to them sharing this trait, when the rivalry eventually starts, they theoretically could share.

That's challenged by Bowser's impatient and possessive trait, however.

How this may start is with Peach, as said before.

The princess had fallen for you when she first met you.

You had helped the Mushroom Kingdom a few times before from other threats such as Bowser.

You didn't often fight but you did hand the two plumber brothers info you could snag.

Since then you often visited Peach, either invited or checking in to make sure she's safe.

Peach finds your care for her flattering.

You don't just care for her as a princess... you care for her as a close friend and ally.

The princess often tries to make herself look her best around you and always asks what your favorite treats are.

If you don't like cake she tries to practice making other things.

Peach is a yandere who thrives on physical contact.

Expect to be bombarded with hugs and friendly kisses on the cheek or forehead as greeting.

It's her form of getting the hint across.

Peach often bribes you to stay in her castle, using the excuse of you making her feel safe.

Peach would he manipulative due to the power she has in her kingdom.

If she did ask for your hand in marriage, there's a lot of pressure on you.

For the most part Peach is subtle with her manipulation.

She wants to make you fall for her without forcing a betrothal first.

Peach is incredibly caring to your needs.

She has wealth and a spacious castle... completely surrounded by mushroom servants loyal to her orders.

Don't you feel at home here?

She can get you whatever you wish... all the gifts and affection you could ever want....

She's patient yet delusional.

If you turned her down when she asks for your hand, she excuses it as you being shy or nervous.

It's fine if you're not ready yet...

She can wait until you are!

Although... constant/frequent rejection can make her irritated.

She may hit a breaking point if you keep ignoring her.

Lastly, Peach is protective.

For good reason, too, as soon she'll realize she's not the only one in danger...

Turns out, Bowser doesn't want Peach as his little special one now.

Which should be a relief to the princess, right?

Wrong.

That's because she learns you're his new target.

Bowser's obsession probably starts more after he kidnaps you.

Maybe he met you when you were helping Mario and Luigi one time and couldn't stop thinking about you?

The Koopa King is lonely... normally he kidnaps Peach to help with that.

But maybe his attempts with you will be different?

This could go two different ways.

Bowser kidnaps just you...or he kidnaps Peach and you by accident, which sparks his obsession.

If he kidnaps just you, it becomes very similar to the Bowser concept here.

He intends to have you help with his children and keep him company.

He is awfully impatient with waiting for you to love him.

Once he's attached he dreads the idea of letting you go or giving you up.

He's also protective, especially when Mario and Luigi show up to take you back.

Despite his intimidating strength, height, and persistent behavior... he's caring.

He truly just wants affection, and unlike Peach, you may just give it to him.

He had no idea the reason Peach didn't reciprocate was because she liked you.

Bowser isn't mad at you for stealing Peach's attention... he understands, honestly.

But now he's mad at the princess, causing the rivalry.

If you were the only one kidnapped, Peach will help Mario and Luigi to save you.

Peach's determination surprised the brothers when she asked to help get you back.

They probably don't know how obsessive she is with you.

Peach is determined to drag you back from that overgrown lizard no matter what happens.

Meanwhile, Bowser is determined to defend you and your "relationship" with his life.

He's already planned a wedding outfit for the both of you and gave flowers!

Then there's if he accidentally kidnaps you both.

This way keeping you is unintentional, but Peach desperately pleads with Bowser not to hurt you.

So he relents and allows your presence.

This is another way he can become obsessed.

Originally he thinks Peach is the one for him.

He pours all of his affection and attention into Peach, said princess ignoring it in favor of pouring hers into you.

At first, Bowser doesn't notice the attraction Peach has for you.

That is until he falls for you and notices how Peach acts around you.

How could he be so blind?

Peach loves you... but you don't love her like that...

Which means he must have a chance!

Expect fighting when they both find out they have a crush on you.

It's mostly verbal but they certainly don't get along.

Peach screams that he'll hurt you by accident!

Bowser growls that she's been so rude to him, she has Mario and Luigi, why does she need to have you?

They both want to marry you, a choice that intimidates you.

Peach promises you'll be her adored royal consort in the Mushroom Kingdom!

Everyone will love you.

Bowser claims, with a bit of an ego, that you'll be the fearsome consort of his Koopa Kingdom!

Everyone will fear you and him!

Peach wants to dress you in white with fire flowers for your wedding...

Bowser wants you in white too, but with pirahna plants for your wedding...

They fight and fight.

When Mario and Luigi eventually show up for the rescue of you and the princess, they're met with the two arguing over you.

They're confused but try to rescue you both anyways.

Even if they shared they'd still have fights over wedding plans and lack of attention.

The two royals would probably war with each other over something as simple as who you like more.

Truth is, after what you've seen, you're scared of both.

It's best you move away or hide someplace, honestly.

If you run from them who knows when they'll stop chasing you.

This rivalry could tear kingdoms apart... it's best you try to stay out of it in the end.

"Love, why do you look so scared? Bowser's the bad guy here... I'm just trying to make you happy!"

"Dear, don't look so sad... our kingdom will be the best in the land with you on my side!"

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First Date Jitters & Cowboy Margaritas

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Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

~word count: 4.5k~

Summary: Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.

Warnings: soft! Joel, shy! Joel, horny!awkward!Joel, fluff, flirting, slow burn, feeling flustered, sexual tension, brief horny thoughts, bantering, teasing, no use of (y/n), (+18) minors dni !

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Austin, Texas

Joel Miller called you every morning the following week leading up to your anticipated first date. You both were giddy with nervous excitement. He wanted this date to be perfect in every sense. Sure, he could take the typical route and wine and dine you but where was the fun in that? It was clear that neither of you were the conventional type and that was one of the many reasons why he was attracted to you. Despite your hectic schedule between taking care of the horses, teaching lessons, and bartending in between, Joel wanted to make sure that you had an enjoyable evening with him. By Thursday, he was a flustered mess. He had his doubts that maybe you would call and cancel on him. Maybe it was too soon for you, or on the off chance, he would end up being so nervous that he would end up chickening out on you entirely.

“You’re um–you’re still excited for Friday, right darlin’?” He held his phone against his ear, tapping his fingers across the steering wheel. He had just pulled into the parking lot of the jobsite he and Tommy would be working at for the next few days.

“Joel, I literally have not been able to stop thinking about our upcoming date all damn week. You know I almost ate shit yesterday cause I was too busy thinking about you? You’re gonna have to start paying rent if you wanna live in my mind like that mister.” You held your phone against your chin and shoulder as you were filling up Whiskey’s water bucket, leaning against his stall door while he happily ate his morning grain.

Joel felt the heat rise to his cheeks when you admitted that you had been thinking about him, and the date, just as much as he had been. “Well, I'm really sorry that my devilishly handsome mug almost caused you to eat shit darlin.’ I just..i’m nervous if i’m bein’ honest, and I know that ain’t what you want to be hearin’ from a man right now. Y’know I just have been off my game for so long and I just don’t wanna screw this up.”

You reached over and gave whiskey a light pat on his neck, threading your fingers through his silky soft cream colored mane. “Easy there now cowboy, I said you were handsome, not devilishly handsome.” You giggled. “Joel, its okay that you’re nervous. In fact, if you weren’t a little bit nervous i’d actually be pretty concerned. You’re doing just fine, okay? I appreciate your honesty. Not many men would be admitting to their first date jitters. You’re cute, Joel and I highly doubt there’s any way for you to screw this up.”

Joel softly chuckled as he rested his head back against his worn headrest in his truck. “I know darlin’ I was just teasin’ ya. Thank you for validatin’ my feelings. You’re a real peach, you know that? Also, I 100% will be thinking about you all damn day now just ‘cus you said i’m handsome AND cute. You see what you’re doin’ to me darlin’? Turnin’ my fuckin’ brain to actual mush.”

“Peach is actually my middle name, believe it or not. Good! Your brain should be turning to mush because you’re living in mine rent fucking free man.” You giggled.

“Wait, is it really? Darlin’..are you messin’ with me right now?”

“Oh, I absolutely am. I gotcha there huh?”

“I was believin’ you for a good second there hun. Listen, you know i’d love nothin’ more than to chat with ya all mornin’ but I gotta run unfortunately. Tommy and I got this big project to start on. I hope you have a wonderful day and say hi to the boys for me, okay?”

“No worries. I gotta get some shit done around here before my 9 o'clock lesson gets here. I hope you have a wonderful day as well Joel. I’ll tell the boys you say hello.”

“Talk to ya later darlin.’”

“See ya around, cowboy.”

Joel ended the call as he let out a soft, content sigh. He grabbed his tool box from the passenger seat as he hopped out of his truck. He tucked his phone into his tool belt around his waist before he clapped his younger brother on the shoulder.

“Wow. You’re early for once Joel.” Tommy said with a grin as he tightened the laces on his boots. “So, you all ready for your big date tomorrow? You’re not gonna be an ass and chicken out on this girl, right?”

Joel was tightening his tool belt around his waist so it fit more snuggly. “Oh, I'm excited alright. Nervous as all hell at the same time. I really don’t wanna mess this up. I uh–I actually just got off the phone with her. We talk every mornin’ and it's become apart of both of our routines.”

Tommy let out a playful gag as he straightened his back after tightening his boots. “Oh Christ. You really have just completely gone and turned into a fuckin’ sap. Never actually thought I'd live to see this day.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. You just wait till you get to meet her. You’ll see exactly what I'm talkin’ about then. Can you still come over tomorrow and watch Sarah?”

“Ohhh. So, you’re already thinkin’ about bringing her around? You’re down so bad big brother. Course I can watch Sarah. Love that kiddo man. Besides, she fills me in on all the important stuff.” He winked.

“Well..uh–I hope that I will eventually be bringin’ her around. You and Sarah are like two peas in a pod I swear.”

“I cannot fuckin’ wait to meet the bird that has taken my poor big brother’s heart! Sarah’s my favorite niece. What can I say?”

“She’s your only niece Tommy.” Joel corrected him.

“Shuddup. You knew what I meant.”

Thursday had flown by for both you and Joel and Friday evening had rolled around faster than either of you had expected. It was 5pm and Joel was puttering around his house, making sure he had everything ready. Joel was taking you to a local drive-in movie and he had gone as far to set up his truck bed with pillows and blankets. He wanted you to be comfortable. That was 100% his main concern was your comfort above all. He had even gone and picked up a bunch of snacks and placed them all in a cooler with a couple beers and water.

Just as he was placing the cooler in the bed of his truck, Tommy had pulled in the front of the house and hopped out of his own truck. He had the board game tucked under his armpit for him and Sarah to play. “What in god’s green fuckin’ earth have ya gone and done to your truck Joel?”

“Huh? What’re you–Oh. The pillows and shit? Well, I'm takin’ her to the local drive-in. Do you think it's too much?I just wanna make sure she’s comfortable..”

“Oh my god, of course you’re takin’ her to the drive-in! You sly sly dog.” He chuckled. “Joel, I'm sure she’s gonna love it, and especially since you’ve put a ton of effort into this whole thing.”

“Hey! It ain’t like that Tommy. I was gonna take her to that one taco place in town..pick some food up and then we’re gonna go to the drive-in.”

“Brother, I'm just messin’ with ya! Relax. You are gonna kiss her at the end of the night right? She’s probably gonna expect you to.”

Joel rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He most definitely had not thought that far ahead yet. Was Tommy right? Were you going to expect him to kiss you by the end of the date? Was that something that you’d even want? “Oh..well I honestly haven’t thought that far ahead. Shouldn’t I be takin’ it slow?”

“My word of advice to ya is just to just see what signs she’s givin’ ya. I ain’t sayin’ y’all have to kiss or anythin’, but just to keep that in the back of your mind is all i’m sayin.’”

Joel let out a huff as he hopped down from the bed of his truck and closed the latch over the top as he dusted his pants off. “Okay, I'll keep that in mind.”

Tommy brought his arm around his shoulder, giving his brother a side hug. “Good man. Now, what’re you wearin’?”

“Fuck if I know.”

“Sarah and I will help ya find somethin.’”

After turning the horses out for the evening, you locked the barn up before heading to your apartment to quickly get ready. Your first date jitters were coming in full force as you quickly showered. You just wanted to know where your Texas tall glass of water was taking you for the evening. The possibilities with Joel were clearly endless. You had not felt this excited about a guy since the situation with your ex.

By 6pm, you were scrambling to finish getting ready. Your room, and bathroom were a complete disaster as you struggled putting an outfit together. You didn’t want to look sloppy and you also didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard. Ugh. Why was being a girl so difficult sometimes? Was Joel facing the same struggles as you were right now?

At 6:15 you finally decided on going with some simple light washed jeans, a cute top and a flannel, in case it got chilly. You paired it with a nicer pair of sneakers that didn’t have scuff marks all over them. Overall, you felt pretty confident in your outfit choice. You were torn between doing a full makeup look in the beginning but with the time crunch, you only had time to swipe a bit of mascara over your lashes and lip gloss on your lips.

Your phone rang loudly from the kitchen where it was charging. You raced to grab it, flipping it open as you brought it up to your ear.

“Hey darlin.’ I’m about to head on over. Are you ready or do ya need more time? There’s no rush or anythin–”

“Hey Joel. Yeah, I'm ready. See you soon?” You lightly chewed on the tip of your thumbnail. The butterflies were absolutely swarming in your stomach.

“Perfect. See ya soon darlin.’”

The call ended and you spent the next 10 minutes furiously looking over your appearance in the mirror. You checked to make sure you had nothing stuck between your teeth and even gave your armpits the sniff test just to make sure. As soon as you heard a knock on the front door of your apartment, the butterflies erupted again as you grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder. With a deep breath you unlatched the lock and opened it.

On the other side of your apartment door was your Texas tall glass of water. He had a bundle of fresh wildflowers grasped between his hands. You could tell he had picked them himself just by the fact that there was some brown twine holding them together. You both stared at each other for a long moment as you seemingly were taken in one another’s appearance.

“Wow.” He breathed out, letting his shoulders relax. “You look beautiful.”

“You clean up pretty well yourself cowboy.” You said with a small grin. Joel must have been in a nervous rush just like you because his T-shirt was very clearly on backwards. “Uh, Joel? I think your shirt is on backwards.”

Joel’s cheeks immediately felt hot as the realization dawned upon him. “Aw shit. Y’know I would have thought that my brother would have told me this before I left the house.” He grumbled quietly. “Oh! These are for you..I uh– picked them earlier while I was on the job-site. They kinda just..reminded me of you..I hope you like them.” He handed you the homemade bouquet of wildflowers and much to your surprise, he wasted no time to pull his t-shirt over his head. As soon as you caught a glimpse of his broad, tan chest, you inhaled a shaky breath. The exposure of skin was quickly covered with the shirt on the right way now.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you for thinking of me Joel. That was awfully sweet of you. Let me just put them in a vase real quick and then we can be on our way?”

“I would have gone to the store and gotten you roses or somethin’ but that didn’t seem like your style.” He leaned against the doorjamb as you headed into your cute little cozy kitchen. He watched as you grabbed a vase from a cabinet and filled it up with a bit of water before placing the bouquet inside. You joined him outside the door, locking it behind you before his hand was at your lower back, leading you down the stairs to his truck.

Chivalry was alive and well thanks to Joel Miller. He held the passenger side door open for you, and even gave you a little boost into the seat. Once you were buckled in, and he was situated in the driver's seat, he had placed his hand on the back of your seat as he leaned over the center console and checked over his shoulder as he backed out of the parking spot.

Why was that alone so fucking hot? He smelled amazing too. He was wearing an intoxicating delicious cologne and you would absolutely love to just bury your face into his neck–

“Did ya hear me darlin’?”

“What? No..I’m sorry I didn’t. I zoned out there for a second.”

“S’alright hun. I asked if you were a fan of tacos? There’s this place not far from here that has some good ones. Also, the best takeaway margaritas that Austin Texas has to offer.”

“You had me at tacos and margaritas.” You looked over at him from the passenger seat.

“Awesome. I had a feelin’ you’d be into it but just wanted to make sure, y’know?” He cleared his throat slightly as he had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was resting along the center console. “I meant what I said earlier. You look beautiful.”

“Oh, yeah. I love tacos. Literally my favorite food of all time.” You glanced down at his hand briefly as it rested along the center console. Before your brain could stop you, you boldly grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers together. His palm beneath yours was warm, slightly clammy from the nerves, and you could tell he used his hands a lot just from the texture of calluses on his skin. These were the hands of a true, rugged man. Woof.

Joel felt his breath hitch in his throat the second his fingers were wrapped around yours. Man, you were ballsy tonight. “Well, you’re in for a real treat tonight darlin.’” He gave your hand a soft squeeze, glancing over at you momentarily. He quite liked the way your hand felt around his.

The casual small talk floated between the two of you in the confines of his truck. The radio was softly playing in the background as you told Joel about your day, and how Dieter tried to escape from his stall yet again. Joel was attentively listening to you as he kept his eyes focused on the road. He laughed as you told the story of Dieter, the mischievous Norwegian Fjord, almost escaped again. He truthfully could listen to you talk for hours. You were so animated with your words and it was so hard for him to not be drawn in. As cheesy as it sounds, he felt like he was a moth to flame when it came to you.

You were holding hands the entire drive to the taco place. It was a drive through luckily and he went ahead and placed an order for steak tacos for himself, and veggie for you. Along with chips and guac and two cowboy margaritas. He only slipped his hand out of your grip to pay, and grabbed the bag of food and the two styrofoam cups that contained the margaritas. Once everything was situated, he was reaching for your hand once more.

“What the hell is Cowboy Margarita?” You asked as you took a small sip from the straw.

Joel looked over at you with mocked disappointment written across his face. “Oh my dear, only the best fuckin’ margarita you can get your pretty lil hands on.”

“Oh wow. This is fucking delicious! Holy shit. Where have these been all my life?”

Where have you been all my life? He thought to himself.

“Told ya. Best margarita Austin Texas has to offer.”

You took another sip as you made yourself comfortable in the passenger seat. “So, where are you actually taking me cowboy?”

“Well, darlin.’ That would go and ruin the surprise and I ain’t about to do that.”

“Damn. You can’t even give me a little hint?”

“Afraid not hun.”

“Bastard.” you muttered under your breath with a light giggle.

Joel let out a chuckle as he drove a few miles down the road. It was a beautiful evening. There was a cool breeze that drifted in through the open windows of Joel’s truck. The breeze kissed your cheeks tenderly. He had pulled off into a field, where there were about 30 other cars parked in front of a projector screen. Joel felt his heart flutter out of his chest when you looked at him with the biggest grin. “No fucking way. You brought me to a drive-in? I’ve always wanted to go to one!”

He parked a few spots down from another truck with the bed of his truck facing the screen before he cut the ignition. “Course I did. I had a feeling that you’d really enjoy somethin’ like this. That ain’t even the best part. C’mon.” He hopped out of the driver's seat and you followed after him.

To your surprise, Joel had decked out the entire bed of his truck with pillows and blankets. You could tell he thoroughly thought this entire thing through and paid attention to all the little details. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

“I know. I just wanted to make sure you were nice and comfy s’all.” He grabbed the two margaritas, and the bag of food and set it alongside the bed of the truck before he came alongside you, gently grabbing your waist as he hoisted you up.

His warm touch along your skin was enough to have your head spinning as you watched him effortlessly pull himself into the bed of the truck. “Take a picture darlin.’ it’ll last longer.” He shot you a wink as he grabbed the bag of food and handed you your drink before he scooted himself back against the pillows and patted the spot next to him.

You wasted no time scooting yourself over to him as he handed you your wrapped tacos with a few napkins. “What movie is on tonight?”

“The Parent Trap. You’ve seen it before?”

“Only about a hundred times. Easily one of the best Disney movies out there.”

“It’s one of Sarah’s favorites as well. I was hopin’ they were gonna show a horse film or somethin’ but this was the next best option.”

Once the movie started, you and Joel were comfortably eating your food. Your shoulders were brushing against one another along with your knees. You both were aware of the close proximity and yet, the butterflies had stilled in your stomach. The nerves had dissipated finally. Joel was a complete gentleman as he gathered up your trash and placed it in the bag and off to the side.

“Would it be alright if I–”

“Yes.” You didn’t even let him finish asking the question. You knew exactly what it was that he was about to ask.

“Damn, woman. Don’t go and gettin’ too excited now darlin.’ I’m just puttin’ my arm around ya is all.” He chuckled.

“Shh. This is one of my favorite parts.” You whispered.

Joel fought the urge to playfully roll his eyes at your remark before he brought his arm around you, gently pulling you into his chest while he stretched his legs out. What he wasn’t expecting you to do was ever so casually hike your thigh up over his waist as you made yourself comfortable. “Is this okay?” You whispered.

“Yeah. I’m good darlin.’ You comfy?”

“Absolutely cowboy.”

No funny business took place during the entirety of the film. Joel could hardly focus on the screen because of the searing heat he felt from your warm thigh stretched out over him. You were entirely clouding his senses. You were an absolute doll on helping him clean up and throw out the trash from your food.

The drive back to your apartment was filled with “Long Long Time” by Linda Ronstadt. The windows were down all the way and you and Joel were belting the lyrics together. He couldn’t sing to save his life but did he care? Absolutely not. He was just more than happy to be involved. This was by far the most fun he had ever had on a date. No, he wasn’t just saying that to sweeten you up. He meant it. He felt like he was a teenager all over again. (not that 34 is old in the slightest). You were just the breath of fresh air that he couldn’t get enough of.

He walked you up to your apartment door of course. The poor man couldn’t pick up on your signals as you leaned back against your closed door facing him. You wanted this man to kiss you so fucking bad and he had no clue. “I had a really great time tonight Joel. I don’t know why you were so nervous in the first place, cause you seriously knocked this one out of the park and I mean that sincerely.”

Do I kiss her? Tommy said I should keep that in mind but what if–

“I’m beyond happy to hear that darlin.’ This was the most fun I've ever had on a date. I’m serious about that too. I really had a great time with you. Is it safe to say that a second date is in our future?”

“Second, Third, Fourth. Indefinitely. You know how to treat a lady right, that’s for damn sure.” You were looking up at him expectantly. You were waiting for the moment that he would lean down and finally kiss you. Oh please, just fucking grab my waist and kiss me. Please. Please. Please. I have been wanting to kiss you all goddamn night Joel.

Joel was a complete deer in headlights. It was as if his mind had completely frozen over and he forgot how to function. “I’ll uh–see you soon darlin’?” He leaned down and finally—kissed you on the cheek.

Motherfucker.

Joel was already turning on his heel and down the metal steps when you had called out to him.

“Hey, cowboy? Will you fucking kiss me already?”

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Joel had never moved so fast in his life. He nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast he had turned on his heel. His footsteps were moving faster than his brain process as he returned to you. Before you could get another word in, he grasped your face in his warm palms and finally kissed you. You could tell he was hesitant, and a little rusty, but you happily were there to guide him along as you let your arms drape around his neck. You finally got to feel just how soft this man’s hair was as you threaded your fingers through the back of his head. The tendrils of curls were silky soft. You felt your back press firmly against your apartment door as his lips moved against yours. His hands had dropped from your face and found purchase around your waist. “Is this–is this okay?” He mumbled into your lips.

“Yes, Joel. You’re fine. I promise.” You gripped his hair a little tighter as he breathed hot air into your mouth. You could taste a hint of tequila on his tongue as you breathed in his cologne. As soon as his tongue swiped across your lower lip, your lips parted open for him as he explored your mouth. His kisses grew desperate as the familiar feelings flooded back to him. Joel’s kisses tasted warm, sweet, and they were absolutely addicting. He melted on your tongue like fucking putty.

You let your free hand drop down to the door, you were already moving to push it open when he had stopped you. Your wrist was pinned up against the side of the door. Encaged in his warm grip. “No. Not tonight darlin.’” He rasped. “I want to. You’ve got no fuckin’ clue how badly I want to but you’re worth more than that. I wanna properly date you. I don’t want it to just be a one time thing. You deserve so much fuckin’ better than that.” His lips had detached from yours as his forehead gently rested against yours. His breathing was staggered and his heart was racing out of his chest, clamoring against his ribcage.

Your lips were swollen with his kisses as your lashes slowly fluttered open. The only visible light was from the shitty one above your apartment door. Your breath hitched in your throat when his freehand, that wasn’t engaging your wrist, came up to your face. His thumb brushed across your plush lower lip, tugging it down slightly. “Joel..”

“I know, sweet girl. I know. I promise that it will happen. I’ll take care of you. Every fuckin’ inch of you, okay? I’ll fuckin’ worship you darlin.’”

“Joel.” You whispered through the thick tension between the two of you. “Please kiss me.”

The gap was closed once more. This kiss was less desperate than the last. This was a sweeter kiss. A kiss enveloped in promise that was etched upon your lips. A promise that you meant more to him than just a quick fuck. A promise that he didn’t want this to be a one time thing. Joel wanted to date you. He wanted to properly date you so fucking bad.

A few more tender kisses were shared before he reluctantly pulled away. He hugged you to his chest firmly, lifting you off your feet momentarily as you brought your arms around his broad shoulders. “I’ll call you when I get home, okay? Get some sleep sugar.”

“You too Joel.” You felt his arms slowly loosen around you as he set you back down onto the ground. His lips brushed against your forehead in a soft kiss before you could no longer feel his warmth and when your eyes opened, he was already heading down the stairs.

You let out a deep sigh as you pushed open the door of your apartment and locked it behind you. You broke out into little lovesick giggles as you sank down against the closed door. You replayed the entire date out in your mind. Your Texas tall glass of water was something else entirely.

As soon as Joel arrived at home, he called you. You were waiting for him of course. Despite the fact that your eyes were struggling to stay open, you both wished each other sweet dreams once more.

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[bowsersfavprincess]

BOWSER X METALHEAD S/O

Contains: Fluff, gn reader, Bowser having a fat crush on the reader (ofc), Junior being a cutie patootie, Kamek not giving af, mention of potential imprisonment/death/kidnapping, bad words 🙀☠️

Sorry it took me so long to make another part but this pretty much goes with my last post (Although you don't have to read it to understand)

Bowser's a lonely guy, all he has is his makeshift family

Kamek, the Koopalings, and of course his son Junior

Which you'd think is a big family, but he still feels lonely

He longs for companionship

He craves the thought of marriage

Which is why Peach finds herself in his grasp so often

Junior obviously deserves a mother figure, and who better than the sweetest most beautiful Princess in all the land?

And although Bowser can't deny that Peach is something special, he finds himself thinking about how Peach sort of isn't his type

She's too uptight and prissy for him

He wants someone who he can be himself around, and they won't see him as a total monster

But he's convinced himself that no one like that exists, and that Peach would be the best option for a mother

Well he was convinced, until he met you

You had both been at a concert

Bowser's favorite heavy metal band at that

A band that happened to originate from the darklands

The band was entirely made out of Koopas, so the only fans were darkland creatures

Who would be dumb enough to travel to this deadly lava land and possibly be imprisoned forever just to see a rock band?

And it made sense, heavy metal was usually only enjoyed by the people of Bowser's kingdom

But there you were in the crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb

Easily noticeable

Though most of the Goombas, Koopas, Shy guys, and other creatures didn't seem to take notice or care

If you were any real threat King Bowser would easy spot you out and dispose of you

And oh, he spot you out alright

As soon as he sits in his big throne (which he has for all his concerts because he's 'The King of Awesomeness') he spots you immediately

'Kamek... who the hell is that?'

Kamek nudges him for swearing because Junior's standing by

The small Prince looks at his father with wide eyes

'Oops.. uh.. sorry Junior. But who is that?'

Kamek just shrugs

'I'm not sure sire, why don't you ask?'

'Wha- I can't just go up and ask!'

Bowser wonders why he's so nervous about asking

You're technically an intruder, and he could throw you in a pit of lava if he so wished

But that feeling in his stomach reminds him that he wouldn't

That jittery feeling of nervousness and excitement

He begrudgingly does what his advisor suggests, tapping you on the shoulder

You turn around to a tall King looming over you

His shadow engulfs you, but you aren't afraid

He seems puzzled at this

'Oh! You must be King Bowser. It's a pleasure to meet you, really.'

Now he's even more confused

A pleasure? To meet him? Surely you're joking

But that sweet innocent smile says otherwise

'I.. uh.. yeah. You too...'

He's at a bit of a loss for words, which never happens to him

Ever

He's trying to find something to say, to not just stand there staring awkwardly

'So uh.. you... like this band?'

You smile at him once again with genuine interest in the conversation

'Yup! This is my favorite band actually.'

Bowser can't help but smile too

'Huh... really? Wow, not a lot of uh... outsiders like this music..'

He quickly speaks again to make sure you're comfortable

'Not that you're not welcome of course! I won't uhh, throw you in lava or anything..'

He chuckles awkwardly, hoping that he won't scare this mysterious human away

You laugh too

'Oh that's alright, I'm not scared'

He stops, blankly staring

You're not scared

You're not scared of him

You're not frightened, visibly repulsed, you actually like the music here

Bowser just stares for a long while, absolutely dumbstruck

Then the buzz of speakers connecting is heard and he knows the concert will start soon

'Uh.. why don't you.. join me?'

He points to his elevated seats

'Best seats in the house'

He smiles awkwardly and is overjoyed once you accept

It's then you meet Junior and Kamek

Kamek isn't necessarily interested in you, you aren't a threat and Bowser seemingly enjoys your company

Junior however, could not be more interested

Some random human that his father brought back to sit in the royal spots with him

Some human who seems genuinely friendly

It's not something Junior is used to either

He doesn't get along with Mario at all, doesn't see Luigi much and well

Princess Peach doesn't necessarily like Junior

As much as she's sugary sweet on the outside, the idea of mothering a small version of her enemy doesn't quite appeal to her

And she's not exactly the best actress

But this random human seemed to have no problems with Junior

In fact they seemed as interested in Junior as he was in them

Bowser notices

'Oh, that's my son, Junior'

Junior just gives a small wave

Your eyes go wide and you smile at him

'Hello Junior'

You can't help but squeak with excitement looking at the shy koopa

'Oh, you look just like your father! I bet you're going to grow up and be big and strong just like him, huh?'

Junior's tail wags slightly

'Yeah! I'll be just like papa!!'

Bowser watches this scene with the most joy he's felt in years

Maybe... maybe he could stop pursuing Peach and kidnap someone else

No, he had a chance

It was slim, but much larger than the chance Peach was giving him

Which is none

He didn't have to force you, not yet

You weren't scared

You seemingly liked him and his son

Maybe he could actually get someone to love him

The real him

After the concert ends Bowser doesn't want you to leave

In fact he's a bit beside himself at the thought

Maybe he will have to kidnap you, make you stay

But you assure him that you'll be back

He doesn't believe it, not one bit

But then you take out a sharpie you had brought to get the bands autograph and write your number on his palm

Once again he's speechless

Maybe he has a chance at real love after all

We can fix him. Or make him worse 😈

I'll probably make a part two to this because I was going to do something entirely different but then accidentally made a whole story lol

Also how do you guys feel about Bowser x reader smut?? 🤔🥴 (Monster fuckers unite)

[delopsia]

I absolutely adored and loved the Rhett headcanons. Can we please get matching Bobby ones pretty pretty please with diabetes inducing amount of sugar on top 🥺🙏💕💕💕

Aaaaa, thank you! I was hoping somebody would ask for a set of Bobby headcanons! :D This got a little long again 💃

✧˖° General Bob Headcanons

Snores, but very, very lightly? To the point that he sounds more like a cat purring than anything. If you tell him he does it, he goes red in the face and denies it, even if you have video evidence of it. Bobby hears snoring and immediately thinks he must be snoring loud enough to guide ships through the fog...

Bob has this funny thing where he intentionally buys damaged products. He got left out of things a lot as a kid, the last to be picked for dodgeball, was always last to be partnered up for assignments, little things that never felt all too great.

So now he's taking home a dented can of Lysol because he knows how shitty it feels to be left out.

It is so, so easy to make this man smile. You can make the dumbest joke of all time, and Bob's got a cheesy grin that's brighter than the sun itself.

Bob doesn't always have the words to describe what he's feeling or trying to say. No matter how hard he tries, those words simply don't bubble up in the ol' noggin, and he's stuck stuttering until he can come up with something.

The longer he can't find the words he wants to use, the brighter his face goes. Blushes from the tips of his ears all the way down into his chest. Poor baby looks like he's been sunburnt

Buys trinkets that remind him of his friends, and he's got an entire shelf dedicated to housing them. A glass-blown phoenix that he found in a gift shop, a plush coyote that he picked up at the zoo, a horseshoe because his momma loves horses.

Has a talent for origami. It started out as a meaningless thing to ease his nerves, but it quickly devolved into an obsession. Flowers, elephants, stars, butterflies, he knows no bounds. He's been known for leaving them in places and waiting around the corner to see who takes it. There's no better feeling than watching someone find it and take it with them.

That being said, Bob showers his significant other in them. Once he becomes comfortable, you will never know peace. There are stars in your cups, there were origami flowers lining the edge of your clawfoot bath this morning, and you've been finding hearts for months.

Hates when people stand behind him. It's more of a nervous thing than anything because there is nothing worse than thinking you're alone and sensing someone looming behind you. If Bob can find a spot where his back is to the wall, you best believe he will be there.

Bobby can play the guitar and the piano, but he's so, so shy about it. He doesn't know where to look or what to do with his eyes while he's playing it, and he really, really doesn't know what to say if you compliment him on it.

Green thumb. Every plant is safe with Robert Floyd; growing up on a farm, it's hard not to get good at growing things. From dandelions to lettuce, he can garden just about anything.

Also happens to talk to the flowers as if they can hear him. "Hi buddies, are you getting enough sunshine?" "Hold on, hold on, I'll water you in a second." "Do you need me to rotate you?"

Eats all one type of food before moving on to the next thing on his plate. It's more of a focus thing than anything; Bob just doesn't...think to switch from the mashed potatoes to the green beans until the potatoes are completely gone.

Speaking of food, Bob unintentionally gives his S/O food-themed pet names. Honey, peaches, sugar, pumpkin, sweetie. He hardly notices he's doing it; it's just one of those things that happened.

Bob could very well have his vision corrected with a simple surgery, but he chooses not to have it because he's so used to having glasses. He's been wearing glasses since he was five; they're a part of his identity at this point.

He's one of the unlucky ones who turn bright red when he drinks alcohol. Didn't realize it until someone pointed it out, and now he absolutely will not drink in public because he's afraid of turning as red as a stop light.

Drinks his coffee black. Primarily because he can never get the ratio of additives to his liking; too much creamer, but then it's too much sugar, and oh, well, would you look at that, he accidentally grabbed the salt instead of the sugar.

Animal lover to the core. Please take him to the zoo or the aquarium, he's been dying to go, but nobody will go with him :( His favorites have always been the red pandas and the jellyfish. For no reason other than he finds them cute.

Bob's got thighs for days. God, is it a sight to watch him struggle to get into his jeans. He's always gotta jump to get them past those perfectly pale thighs.

Does this thing where he gets lost in your eyes when you speak. He's listening, but good lord, he is absolutely drowning in the way your eyes twinkle as you talk to him. Chin in hand, humming along to whatever you have to say.

[mrsbakashi]

24: "please, just use me like a fuck toy and do whatever you want" from this prompt list (which you can still request, i think, just specify please) (this was requested around march/april, and i'm sorry it took me so long 😫)

TAKING THEIR VIRGINITY - OBITO UCHIHA

(i don't know whose art this is, i stole it from pinterest)

summary: you start to date this cute guy you met at the grocery store, but he's a virgin (and you didn't know)

⚠️ c.w.: +18, shy bumbling nervous cute obito, smut (?)

you and Obito had been going out for a while, right after he saw you smelling peaches at the grocery store - he thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and hey, peaches were his favorite;

after you left the store he ran after you to ask you if you'd like to go out someday. the fact that he was breathless, cute and spontaneous made you say yes and you never regretted because he was so charming and fun;

you had no idea Obito was a virgin because that boy could talk! you noticed he always had an excuse when you invited him over, or when you were having a heavy make out session, but it never crossed your mind he could be nervous - if he were nervous he wouldn't talk about sex so much, would he?

obito talked about sex any time he could, as if he were an expert, plus he was so good at dirty talk you could never imagine - you should know better tho;

"I'll have you begging and screaming for more while you cream on my cock", "i'll use your body and you pussy as i please", "you won't be able to walk for weeks";

he couldn't be a virgin, right? right?

in his defense he really did believe what he said. he was nervous, but he had watched a lot of porn and read a lot of smut to know how those things go, exactly where to touch you and how to make you lose your mind. damn, he would have you on your back, legs open for him, crying for his touch in no time. he was going to be that good.

he was so so so wrong;

he tried to escape again one night when you were sitting on his lap, saying he needed to wake up early next day, but you knew he was lying because he didn't work on Saturdays;

"please, stay with me tonight..."

you looked at him with that innocent gaze, biting your lip, silently begging him to stay, so of course he couldn't say no.

you figured he was just nervous when you took off your dress and his eyes almost popped out of his head - you had never seen that look on someone's face, and you were sure obito had never seen a naked woman in front of him before, i mean, if he had he wouldn't've reacted like that;

and he hadn't, and now he didn't know what to do - he tried to keep his eyes on yours, but he desperately wanted to admire your body, to touch your skin;

he still tried to keep it together, tho - when you kissed him, when he grabbed your boobs, when you ground onto him and he was aching to be inside you, when you pulled him out of those pants and touched him - he kept it together, as much as he could;

it was when you sat on him that he lost, becoming a bumbling mess, completely lost in the most intense feeling he has ever felt;

"fuck, baby, fuck fuck fuck" he kept saying, his mouth wide open, completely lost;

it was overwhelming - the sounds you were making, the way you were holding his shoulders, nails deep into his skin, your walls clenching him so good, so warm, so wet;

he couldn't look away, he grabbed your ass and kept watching the delicious way your cunt swallowed him entirely while you rode him, hypnotized by the sexiest sight he had ever seen;

he didn't last much (poor boy tried). he threw his head back and moaned loud before you felt him coming inside you;

you put your face on the curve of his neck and didn't move an inch, waiting for him to ride off his high before dragging him to more;

he look at you in complete adoration, pushing your lips to his and kissing you with so much passion it was almost as if he was an addict and you were the drug he longed for for long;

"are you ready for the next round? i'mma need you to help me just a little bit more"

"please", he said out of breath "just use me like a fuck toy and do whatever you want"

"i can make you regret saying that, i can be a little... intense."

"please... i'm all yours."

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[bekyll]

My third piece for @gtgotcha4gaza for anonymous. Once again, I used my oc's for this. I hope you like it.

The prompt: Shapeshifter male x human. Shapeshifter male has been keeping his size-changing abilities a secret until he has a sudden and unexpected growth spurt right in front of his longtime crush. He’s super embarrassed and feels ashamed and monstrous, but his crush gives him all the hugs and comfort he needs until he’s able to return back to normal size. Potential confessions ensue

Raymond was not normal, and he knew it. Having lost a limb during an accident when he was younger, he always struggled to keep up with his siblings. Even though they were seemingly equal, he had a hard time keeping up with their wild ideas. It was the late 19th century, and the United States was not a place for people who were about to be left behind. So Raymond left the two people he had known his entire life, and left to find work suited for something like him.

It also did not help that he was abnormal in other ways. When he got nervous, which could happen a lot when traveling on the road, he had an uncontrolled ability to fight. This did not happen with a spike of adrenaline or the sudden loss of all rationality, but instead it translated in his entire body growing. When he had been younger, it had been only slightly, so he could loom over bullies and such. But as his anxiety increased, especially since he had spent a while alone in prison, he could grow up to 20 meters.

Moving closer to Mexico, he had the chance to start over. He made sure there was nothing to worry about, did his work as well as he could and did not speak about the past. Here, Raymond Kitzen was a new man. A young adult with a peach fuzz that worked in a small shop at a local ranch. He liked this much more than his former life, and although he missed his siblings, he knew it was all for the best.

Fernanda was the daughter of the ranch owner, with lovely, dark hair and light brown eyes that shone in the southern sun. Raymond knew how to talk with girls, but somehow, she was different. Perhaps it was a slight fear of revealing something about his past, admitting that he sometimes couldn't sleep because he dreamt of fire, smoke and towering over innocent people. Still, he fixed the purple handkerchief around his neck and put on a charming smile, secretly giving her candy from behind the counter. Fernanda, or Fern as she was often called, did not shy away. She was a busy girl, but sometimes they would sit and watch the horses like a dream. He was a bad rider, but it was an excuse to sit behind the woman and hold her, with her denim jeans and hat.

She was free and she looked wonderful when she was doing her job. Maybe Raymond was jealous of how easy it all seemed to her, but he would never voice his thoughts. There was no time for that here.

They were sitting alone beneath the shade of a tree. Raymond was puffing out smoke and handed a cigarette to Fern, who told him about her youth. Just small things they did together, even though he hardly told about his own past. He would tell about his siblings, how he missed them and how he wondered if they did the same.

“Of course they do. They probably love you. I know they do.”

Raymond was silent, and his heart began to skip a little faster. A sudden thought came through, and he was suddenly anxious about losing this, whatever they had, that lay unspoken in the middle. He should confess his feelings, or his past, but both could mean the end of things.

She would deserve honesty and he would deserve the release. He was tired of his insomnia only because he was worried that his past would catch up somehow. What if his siblings arrived at his door and, despite their best intentions, they could reveal everything he had tried to bury beneath earth and stone and grass.

“Mhm? Ray?” He heard. Raymond sat up, rubbing his neck.

“What? Sorry-”

“I asked what’s wrong. You're tense.”

“Am I? Oh..” Raymond looked at his hands, which were shaking. He could already feel the pain in his muscles and another wave of panic washed over him.

If this situation, the spiraling of his thoughts, wasn't bad enough, he also began to panic about containing said panic. Panic meant exposure, and that meant a whole lot of destruction. “Fern. I think- I need to go on a walk.” He stood up and took his hat. Walking around could be dangerous without protection.

“Wow, hey. Ray? What's the matter?” She sat up, only standing up when he began to walk away from her. She took him by the shoulder, but Raymond turned away.

“I'm fine. I just-” he could not even speak. He felt vulnerable, weak, defenseless. Before he knew it, he was walking backwards, tripped over a rock and fell. His cheeks were red, his hat had fallen on the ground.

Without the ability to run or hide, he could feel himself growing. It did not hurt, but his entire body began to tingle uncomfortably. He closed his eyes, afraid of light brown eyes that were afraid of him.

He could feel his legs touch the tree that was slowly becoming smaller. He hid his eyes behind his fingers. The horse began to trample the ground wildly and Fernanda was shushing it. He focused on that sound, and it almost calmed him down as well.

Then it stopped, and Raymond felt the sun burn on his scalp with his hat too small. He peeked between the fingers and looked for Fern, who stared up at him with an open mouth. He had never seen her so small before.

“Ray. You are giant.” She announced, dumbfounded.

Raymond groaned softly, but he didn't dare to stand up. It would only result in him looming over the area. He wanted to curl up and make himself small, but his heartrate was moving at a high speed.

“Holy shit.”

“I'm so sorry, Fern!” Raymond exclaimed with his eyes closed. “You shouldn't see me like this. No one should want something like me.”

“What are you talking about?” She sounded so far away.

“How am I ever able to fit in- how am I able to be myself when this happens at the worst times. I managed to be normal for almost a year, and now I fucked up.” He fought the urge to move a muscle, afraid to ruin more.

Suddenly, he could feel something touch his leg, exposed from his ripped clothes. At least he wasn't fully naked.

He didn’t dare look down, afraid of her. Dark, brown eyes. A deep frown.

“Raymond, hey, calm down.”

Raymond chuckled, because how could he? He was a monster.

“Stop thinking stupid thoughts.” It was as if Fern could read his mind. Raymond finally removed the hands from his face, looking down at her in surprise. “Let me tell you one thing before you speak- no! I said, don't open your mouth. Listen. Whatever is happening. It will be alright, but for now you need to calm down. Here.” Being the adventurous girl she had always been, she walked over to Raymond’s leg and began to climb it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. When she settled on his knee, She extended a hand, motioning him forward.

“Give me your palm, and lift me up.” She demanded.

Raymond did as she asked, unfamiliar with the feeling of something small and fragile in his hand. He was afraid he would drop her, but he brought her closer to his face as she commanded. When she was next to his cheek, she extended her arms and put them on his skin. A hug. It was a tiny hug. Her arms dug in his skin, and she rested her own cheek on his.

“There, there, my friend.” She said kindly. Raymond closed his eyes, and the feeling was so strange that he didn't dare to say a word.

“Now why are you crying?” Without him realizing, big tears rolled down his cheek. It was too hot for this, and he was too exposed. He couldn't wipe it away with only one arm.

Fern just sat back, smiling at him. Unafraid, as if this was okay.

“It fucking sucks.” Raymond said wetly. “It fucking sucks. I hate being here, I don't want to be big. Exposed.”

“I think it looks cute.”

“I look like a… monster.” He furrowed his brow, glancing at her, lowering her to the floor. “Fern, don't tease.”

With his hand free, he wiped away the tear. He wasn't even in a crying mood, but at least he was calming down.

“Hey, I wouldn't lie. God won't allow that, you know.” She took his finger and held it. “Now, mind telling me what this is about?”

Raymond clenched his jaw. “I just got nervous. It's... in my head.” He waved a hand in the air.

Fern was still holding him, relaxed. For a moment, Raymond forgot what he was.

“Actually, this is amazing. Imagine how easily you could herd the cattle now. You wouldn't even need both arms for that.

Raymond shook his head. “Fern…”

“I'm serious. We could walk from here to the mountains in such a short time. You are brilliant like this.” She spoke with such excitement, waving her arms around. She was unafraid and amazing like that.

Raymond chuckled, ducking his head away, “Thanks. For doing this.” He could actually feel his muscles relax, his panic began to fade, And slowly he began to shrink. He hardly even noticed it until he was eye to eye with Fern.

Raymond was not a boy anymore, but he sagged forward in relief against her shoulder.

Fern hugged him. “You are okay.”

“Fern…” Raymond started, his eyes closed, her arms holding him tightly, “I really, really like you. I think you are amazing. If I could, I would swipe you off your feet and… I don't know, marry you near the sea.” He spoke softly, with a big grin. It wasn't scary, because he was talking to his best friend. It wasn't scary, because she would love him no matter what. He loved her because she was who she was, and she took the time to hold him.

“Ray… I love you too.” Fern said sweetly, holding him back to look at his face. She kissed him on his two cheeks, so gentle and soft, “And one day you will! I mean, you carried me already, I am sure you will again.”

Raymond looked at her, relieved to have this weight off his shoulder. He finally slept peaceful that night.

[kickthecan-revolution]

I picked my sister up from the airport as I was processing the reality that I’ll now need to work through my vacation. Am I bummed? A little bit but I’ve hardly been working since Peach has been here and it’s an incredibly cool once in a lifetime project, so it’s fine. it will be good.

We ordered salads for dinner - she immediately went to meet Peach in his room, and he was so scared and shy. That broke my heart a little but she quickly recalibrated her expectations, and within a couple of hours he was still hiding, but accepting pets. She and I have such similar energy and voice, even Minnie (pictured w my sister) was wanting some pets which never happens. It was so good to have my sister here, validating the drama that is Minnie. She could not stop laughing.

We went to Stevie Nicks and was great though I did realize that I’m a Fleetwood Mac fan first, Stevie second. She told a lot of stories, and referred to herself in the third person to which I’m always like, OK, simmer down, rockstar.

I slept with my big boy last night, and woke up to nibbles on my arm. The sister and I took a long walk to the market and then sat in the sun and talked. Before I knew it, it was time to head to the airport, so I went to his room and said my goodbyes to Peach, thanking him for this experience. I cried and she just hugged me. I love that they’re still going to call him Peach.

We gave him a bit of gabapentin and I just dropped them off at the airport. She was really nervous about security so we got there a little early and thankfully we did because there was a pretty big line. Mostly she was just concerned about him not being stressed. A family who travels with two cats were right in front of her and the mom said, oh my gosh I definitely have experienced this. Please go in front of us and I’ll tell you exactly what to do. Security made her take Peach outside of the carrier and he was such a good boy. He just sat there quietly in her arms

When I first gave Peach to the foster couple, I was mainly relieved but I did have a note of concern in my heart. Now, he’s going to a place where everyone is so excited for him to get there and my sister is already completely in love with him. He’ll get to cuddle my niece all day long, it feels like he’s going home.

And now I want to take a big giant nap, eat some Mitchell’s ice cream, and then figure out what I talk about and think about now. Lol.

[formalmess]

Hi! I found your fic LMTT and I LOVE IT! Love your Luigi x Peasley ness.

I was just curious: how do you write romance so well and healthy? I'm asking bc I may write more romance fics in the future, both Luigi x Peasley and Mario x Peach, but I'm nervous bc I don't write romance much. Was hoping for advice so that I can do these ships justice.

Hope you're doing well and Merry Christmas! Also, have a new follow!

hello!!! oh i am so glad you stumbled across my fic — i love writing it, so i am very glad you like reading it :] and oooh, i really like this question! i can offer a few bits and pieces of advice i've picked up along my writing journey...

first, know why YOU love your ships! for me, i've been passionate about luisley for about 7 years now, so i've had a lot of time to figure out why it's so special to me (also why it comes so easily in writing them). this kind of leads into a few of the other tips i'll mention, but it's important to know WHY you, personally, love the ships you ship. what is it about luisley and mareach that you love? whatever the answer is, use that to help guide your writing. for example, i love how peasley and luigi are opposites in many areas of their personalities, but also how those opposites can bring out the best in them when they're together. :]

don't forget the little details. subtlety is key! pick out some things for each of the characters you're writing about that only a significant other might notice, like in LMTT where i have peasley notice luigi's quirks (like his mustache when he lies). i find there's something so romantical about a partner (or partner to be) noticing the little things that others might overlook. you can make these up, go off of canon, etc. etc.! have fun with it ^-^

read, read, read! this appears in a lot of writing advice lists so i won't stick here too long and bore you, but reading others' ship/romance works really helps to get the inspiration train a-rolling, and it will also help you realize what you do and don't like!

don't be afraid to let them disagree a bit. for this, i'm referring to your additional adjective in your original question: healthy. something really important for fictional (and real) relationships is the ability to communicate and leave room for disagreements. healthy relationships don't need to be lovey-dovey 24/7; especially in longer fanfic, there are bound to be moments where the members of your ship will not agree (though this has not stopped me from writing pure tooth-rotting, lovey-dovey fluff one-shots at times in my life, haha). the way one represents how ships handle conflict opens the door to a lot of interesting and compelling dynamics, methinks! this pops up in LMTT as well a few times, like in chapter 2. (side note: this does not mean you should feel pressured to have your couple arguing every page, i only mean that you shouldn't shy away from a moment where, organically, you think the members of your ship might disagree and/or want to go down different paths)

experiment! see which tropes you like! play around with your characters! if you placed them in a white room together, could you write a natural conversation with them? what circumstances could you add to that white room that would increase their chemistry? what setting does your ship thrive in? what setting do they NOT thrive in? doing little one-shots and experimental paragraphs to test out what one does and does not like has always been a great way to not only see how i want to write something, but also to tell if it will be able to sustain a longer piece.

above all, have fun with it! i've found that if i try and avoid writing super calculated and stiff romance, it comes off as much more real and organic. this will take time and practice, but just remember to experiment, keep reading, find what you like, and continue to absorb why it is that you love the ships you ship. :]

happy writing!

[unluckyhoneybee]

Random Prompt list.

See the writing in #Random Prompt List

How does it work? The prompts are coded, simply send me the code of the prompts you want and the person you want me to write about.

Rules:

CHECK THE BASICS IN HERE. (people I write for, basic rules, etc)

The requests go to my inbox, not to comment sections or dm´s.

If the request doesn't follow the rules, I will delete it. I will mix requests that are similar.

Send as many prompts as you want in one request.

Check the people I write for here. I won't write about anyone who isn't in there.

The context of the story is always welcomed. My imagination is limited.

I will write blurbs, some shorter than others. Never One shot.

Nothing too angsty, I'm a sucker for hurt comfort and I'm the worst with sad endings.

No smut, I always get super stuck with it. Maybe spicy, but not explicit smut.

PROMPTS.

Tropes (no need to choose one, but I'd prefer if you do):

White: Best friend.

Blue: Brother's best friend.

Violet: Forced proximity.

Yellow: Single dad.

Cherry: Single mum.

Peach: Exes.

Mint: Neighbors.

Silver: suggest one

Dialogues:

"I would have come if you had told me"

"I'm here now"

"So please remind me it's not too late" 🎶Undertow- Son Lux.

"Who did that to you?"

"How did we end up here?"

"If you don't ask for help next time I will..." "What?" "End you"

"This wasn't supposed to happen"

"Hold it in, let's go dancing" 🎶 Time is dancing- Ben Howard.

"No, wait. I have something to tell you."

"I heard what you said last night. And... me too"

"Why are you here?" "I had nowhere to go" The cliche

"What the fuck are you doing?" "Shh"

"You said you needed me, I came to help you. Easy"

"No, no. Don't cry. I didn't want you to cry"

"You can be so childish sometimes."

"Is he here?" "No" "Good, 'cause we are leaving now"

"You, me, tacos... what do you say?"

"My mum told me to not let you go and she is always right"

"Don't do that again. Ever. You scared me to death"

"I think we could be great together"

"You came" "I couldn't miss this *event*, it's important for you"

"I miss you. I miss you so bad. The house feels lonely"

"He loves you, you know?"

"You must be his/her favourite person in the world."

"Listen to me, I'm here now. I won't leave. There is no need to be scared. I'm with you."

"Have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but like... A lot" "Yes. I do"

"You are making me nervous" "Am I?"

"How do you know if you are in love with someone?"

"I heard you weren't feeling right, so I bring sweets"

"It's easy, come here and kiss me"

"Why are you doing this for me?"

"I have been hurt before"

"Who made you believe that? I don't hate you"

"Let me help you with that" "No" "Yes"

"I'm here for you, and I will always be" "Why?" "I love you"

"He is my little brother and lives with me. He is also a big fan of yours"

"That you don't the same music as me doesn't mean it's bad music" "Okay, don't be angry and give me a kiss"

"Just ask me, I have been waiting to say yes for a long time"

"If you come with me tonight I won't be able to go back to what we used to be"

"It's okay" "It's not, I made you cry"

What is happening?. (check the link for visual inspo)

A. Shyly holding their hand at social gatherings.

B. A note was left in the kitchen.

C. Needing comfort and a quiet moment.

D. Everyone knows you are in love.

d. Another version of D

E. Late nights conversations.

F. Doing crazy stuff only because he is your person.

f. Another version of F.

G. When he realizes you are the one.

H. He is driving you somewhere important and he grabs your hand.

I. That look before breaking down due to the tension.

J. Moving his hands over your body when he is too shy to touch you.

K. You have an impromptu date late afternoon date.

L. Slowly climbing onto his lap before kissing him.

M. Sliding your hand in his and holding it tight when he is nervous.

N. Making you sit on his lap when your ex is watching (but it's all cute)

O. Accidently falling asleep together.

P. You cross the room and kiss him when you don't know what else to say.

Q. He is not good at taking hints.

R. A friend exposes you in their stories, that's how realize how obvious it is.

S. He is better with kids than you.

T. Your best friend texts you.

U. He has a great relationship with your special person.

V. A not-so-drunk test by him.

X. He is great with kids. Not only better than you, great.

Y. You are having a rough time so he takes you to a rage room.

Z. Send me some inspo. (not spicy)

SEND YOUR REQUEST.