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c0kitty · 3 months

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NOW PLAYING ... NOBODY KNOWS ft. spider-women!ellie x reader

“…BUT NOBODY KNOWS MY LITTLE SECRET.”

(⭑) summary: r/reddit, when’s the best time to tell your girlfriend of three months, (who you are so desperately in love with) you are that "crazy" vigilante on the news, fighting crime in a spider-suit, and that you now shoot fucking webs out of your wrist. (⭑) content: wc 1.2k+ nerd!ellie. confessions. making out. comfort. spider-man!ellie. established relationship. suggestive. insecure!ellie. HEAVILY inspired from the roof-top scene in tasm bcs im obsessed. cursing.

you guys find yourself on the roof-top of dina’s-friend’s apartment, for a random party, celebrating god-knows what. it's slightly chilly, you stand next to ellie with her oversized jacket on you; despite ellie telling you numerous times it was going to be cold, she was not one to refuse you.

ellie wished she had her camera right now; outside’s a pretty scene with the many buildings scattered, the sky, gradually transitioning into yellow and pink hues, night unfolding, and you, looked so pretty by her side.

the city below though remains bustling with constant movement, and ellie's mind is no different. because today was going to be the day —

ellie’s hazel-green eyes shift towards you, observing your soft expression, her heart ached with uncertainty as she wondered if you would hate her — hate her for lying, hate her for not being normal, hate her for having so much baggage. hate her for being spider-women.

“you think dina and jesse are shagging?” you ask, randomly, breaking the comfortable silence. your hands moves to the railing, casually pushing yourself backwards on it.

“saw dina sneakin’ out at 1 am, like she was a teenager. so, yeah, definitely.”

also due to ellie’s super-senses, she had heard so many “private,” conversations with him and dina she wished to unhear.

you nod your head, turning your attention towards ellie. “so, why do you seem so te—”

“i need to say something,”

you guys both interrupt each other, it elicits a small giggle from you. “okay... is this about before? is that the reason you’ve been so pissy tonight?”

you were hinting about earlier. when someone had hit on you, even with you being on ellie's lap, her arms even wrapped at your waist. it irritated the hell out of ellie, leaving her to characteristically run her mouth at em'.

you almost had to drag her away to stop the growing commotion.

ellie sports a slight pout at her pink-lips. “it’s not my fault men can’t get fucking context clues, it’s a wonder they survive. and i haven’t been “pissy” i—” you raise your eyebrows in response, conveying a silent ‘you sure?’ ellie stops talking, only rolling her eyes.

“okay, whatever, maybe i was but, it's not about that,” ellie wasn’t sure how to start this conversation without sounding crazy or scaring you.

“...i was bitten,” ellie says, bushy brows slightly furrowing.

your head tilts, “that’s a little ominous.” ellie rethinks; maybe that wasn’t a good way to start.

“nevermind. you know, when i was sick. that whole two weeks, couple months back.” you nod your head, “yeah, you said you were sick. projectile vomit and shit. couldn’t lift a finger because it was so bad.” damn, ellie forgot she said all that.

“yeah, um sorry. i lied about that.” before you could say anything, lips pulled into a frown, ellie blurts: “i’m spider-man,” finally with a breath. you’re staring at her, but she can’t decipher your expression. unconsciously, ellie bites at her bottom lip.

silence fills the moment, and ellie finds it unbearable; suddenly, in just a second, your face relaxes. “oh, wait. you’re fucking with me. els thought you were serious for a second.”

ellie was regretting playing pranks on you so much, “i’m not fucking with you,” ellie’s arm cross, unconsciously flexing in the process, but you only a grow smile on your lips, like this was some ongoing joke. “jesus, stop smiling — it’s not a joke y/n,”

“i’ve known you all my life ellie — i think i would know if you were fighting crimes with iron-man,” you ignore her, releasing the bar. “wait just w—”

“lets go els, please. it’s getting cold and i’m tired,” you say, making your move toward the door; but in a quick reaction, ellie’s translucent webs shoots out her wrist, spinning you around til’ you're close, her hands, now holding at your waist.

you’re staring at her, eyes widened comically, and your mouth parted, seemingly trying to process what just happened. ellie's attention was drawn to something else though; light in the distance, drunken footsteps heading their way.

“you just fucking — shot webs out your hands, ellie! you’re sp—”

ellie didn’t have much time to think it through, because as soon as the drunkards stumble in, ellie's lips, soft and sweet, press into yours. “..shh,” ellie whispers, faint to your lips — trying to calm you down.

a small gasp leaves your mouth. but after a second, hearing the commotion behind you; you get the message, relaxing yourself into the kiss.

ellie's kisses are usually greedy, but tender, her hands would rummage your body confidently, possessively pulling you in. but this kiss, its … different. it’s tentative, hesitant, like she was afraid to push.

at that, you try to make her feel comfortable with a subtle touch beneath her loose black-shirt. your lips, coated in strawberry gloss, glides seamlessly over hers, giving her a little push; and it works.

ellie tongue pushes in hastily, its smooth tracing from your lips to your tongue. her moppy-brown hair tickling your chin as she eases in the kiss, embracing the subtle buzzing in her chest.

you hear the people leave, and it’s silent now, besides the busy cars. “ellie… t–”

“one more second,” she grumbles, you wanted to keep going, but you still had a lot to say — questions cycling. so you pull away, with a gentle smack of the lips.

she lets out a small groan in response; her cheeks dusted in pink and round eyes flutter open, looking at you in a wistful gaze.

“so… you’re spider-man. well, spider-woman,” you finally say, exhaling. ellie’s eyes shift to the floor. her hands drop from you, and instead, runs through her hair anxiously. “yeah. i know it’s fucked up, and weird. i should’ve told you, warned you, but i—”

you interrupt her depressive rambles, “no, ellie i mean it’s cool, you’re cool. it’s just, fuck.” you take a breath, throwing your hands up. “i was just surprised because you’re, like, nerdy and cute, and then … spiderman, you know?”

ellie’s eyes lifted to meet yours, “relieved” couldn’t fully capture how she felt, but all she could managed to say was: “oh, okay. that’s great, yeah.”

a silence falls between you two in response to ellie’s awkwardness, exchanging glances; both of you burst into a fit of giggles.

“i feel like i should feel offended though, ‘nerdy?’” you playfully nudge at her feet, “you know what i mean. passionate about space, introverted, so obsessed with your grades. it’s like a text-book definition,” ellie couldn’t really deny that, so she just playful rolls her eyes instead.

“...but you know what’s crazy, i had a small tiny crush on spider–man, well you, before we officially dated.”

ellie’s lips curve into a smile, “so now you get the best of both worlds, huh.” ellie comes closer to you, hands finding their place to your body. "i bet you dreamed of both of us fighting over you, hm?”

in the quietness that follows, your eyes drift away from ellie, intentionally avoiding her gaze. ellie could tell there was more story to your silence, “wait — did you have a wet dream about spider-man and m—” she begins, but you swiftly cover her mouth.

“...shut it,” you say beyond flustered, which only intensifies ellie's curiosity.

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celestialowlbear · 1 month

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Could I request NSFW headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin finding out his female s/o who has a praise kink?

NSFW Headcanons for Halsin, Gale, Astarion, & Wyll

Pairings: Halsin x Fem!Reader, Gale x Fem!Reader, Astarion x Fem!Reader, Wyll x Fem!Reader

Summary: BG3 boys realizing you like praise in bed.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Praise. Soft/romantic smut. Established relationship. Some pet names (darling, love, good girl). PiV sex, cunnilingus. Reader/Tav not described. Bulleted list.

WC: 2,000 (around 500 words per character)

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I had fun with this. It went in a diff direction that I initially intended but I hope you enjoy!

Graphics by @saradika-graphics

Halsin 🐻

Halsin had a way of instantly making you surrender to him, your body malleable under his strong and practiced hands, knowing exactly what your body needed.

He currently had you under his large body, his lips at your ear whispering sweet nothings as one finger rubbed perfect circles on your aching clit.

“That’s it…such a good girl for me, my heart.”

Halsin was nothing BUT praise, always saying how perfect you were, but something about the way “good girl” deeply rumbled in your ear switched something in your brain, your body automatically arching up to him.

You were desperate for more, desperate to prove just how good you were for him.

Halsin almost seemed surprised by your reaction, chuckling as he gazed down at your flushed face.

“Does that feel good, my flower? Do you want more?”

Oh, he was teasing you now.

You let out a sharp gasp as his finger probed your entrance, not quite giving you what you needed.

“My perfect flower, you are radiant like this. My good, good girl.”

You gripped his massive shoulders, trying to lift your hips, needing his finger, his cock, anything inside you.

Desire pulsed through your body, his praise turning your blood into magma.

“Halsin…please…need you.”

“You’re so wet for me, I can smell your want.”

Halsin removed his hand from your sex, earning a frustrated whine from you.

“You’ve been so good for me, my heart. You deserve more than just my fingers, do you not?” Halsin eyed you, his look predatory as he slowly licked his fingers clean of your arousal.

You nodded eagerly, spreading your legs, eager to let him in.

“I’ve been nothing but good…please, fuck me.”

Halsin couldn’t deny your request, quickly positioning himself between your legs.

He sank into you with one thrust, your vision going blurry at the intense pleasure of his cock nestled deep inside you.

Halsin’s eyes flashed gold as he tried to compose himself, feeling your cunt squeeze around him.

“You are full of surprises.” Halsin groaned, his forehead dropping to yours. “I will never tire of your body and how it makes me feel.”

“Then you best keep reminding me.”

Halsin smiled at your cheeky comment, loving the way your chuckle gave way to a deep moan as he thrusts into you.

Impossible for me to forget, my heart.”

Gale 🔮

Your intimate time with Gale is no less than wonderful, always learning more about one another in the most pleasurable senses.

Something that surprised you tonight, and gave Gale great satisfaction, was the way you reacted to his words of admiration.

Gale is never short on compliments, but something about his particular words tonight was making you swoon and wetter than you’ve ever been.

“Your body is magnificent, not even the Weave itself could conjure something so immaculate.”

Gale muttered these words as he trailed kisses down your torso, stopping when your sharp inhale of breath and the small whine that escaped your lips caught his attention.

Gale smirked inwardly, realizing what was happening.

He had been noticing you reacting to his compliments in bed more and more and figured you had a thing for praise.

You didn’t need to say it out loud, and he was going to give you everything you wanted.

Gale continued down your soft body, worshiping at your altar, knowing he was going to thoroughly enjoy this new knowledge he had of you.

“No one, mortal or God, could ever compare to you and how you make me feel.”

Gale locked his gaze with you as he settled between your legs.

“I am not worthy of such a sight. Just look at you.”

You were embarrassingly wet, his honeyed words turning you on more than his touches.

No one had ever treated you with such reverence.

“Gale…” his name was lost on your tongue as he kissed the side of your thigh.

“You’re so wet…” his pupils darkened as he admired your glistening folds. “Immaculate. I wish I could stay between your legs forever.”

You moaned louder than intended as he began his meal, purposeful movements of his tongue and lips pleasing you like you’ve never felt before.

You gripped his hair, grinding against his face.

In between licks and sucks, Gale continued to mumble flattery into your desperately aching cunt.

Your orgasm was hurling toward you faster than you’d experienced before, crashing over you suddenly and intensely.

It was as if he was casting a spell on you, though no magic was involved in this moment.

Gale continued his feast, moaning into your pussy as your release coated his beard and face.

You melted into the bed, body boneless as Gale crawled back up on top of you.

He gently kissed your cheek, bringing you back to reality.

“Are you alright, my dear? I know my tongue is skilled but I couldn’t help but notice my words had an extra effect on you tonight.”

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair.

“There’s no doubt about the skill of your tongue, in more ways than one.”

Gale laughed, running his hand up your arm.

Then we best not stop here, hm?”

Astarion 🌙

You had been kissing for a while, languidly exploring one another’s bodies with your hands, caressing and finding the spots that made one another sigh in delight.

Astarion was peppering kisses down your neck, his fangs ever so lightly nipping right under your ear.

He felt your body shudder under his touch, a low moan escaping your lips.

Astarion loved how responsive you always were to him, letting him touch and feel you at his own pace.

You seemed especially sensitive tonight, much to his delight.

Astarion hummed against your neck, taking in your scent, his hand tracing up your torso under your blouse.

His mind was clouding with desire, hearing your blood pump in your veins, your soft sighs as he grazed his finger over your pebbled nipple.

“Darling, be a good girl and take this off for me.” Astarion softly commanded in your ear, giving your breast a small squeeze.

Astarion was surprised by the ragged moan that left your lips, your back arching toward his touch.

Astarion lifted his head from your neck, giving you an amused look.

“Does someone like that?” Astarion teased, flashing you a smile.

You stuttered for a moment, embarrassed by what had taken over you.

“Can you…do that again?” You whispered, your embarrassment quickly overcome with desire as Astarion’s hungry gaze held your own.

“Do what, darling? You must be more specific.”

You huffed as Astarion’s eyes shone with amusement. He loved finding out new things about you like this.

“Call me…a good girl.”

Astarion pinned you to the bed in a flash, hovering his lips over yours.

He helped you remove your shirt and your trousers before settling back on top of you.

“Hmm, you liked that?” He once again grazed his fangs on your neck, pressing his hips into yours.

You could feel his erection straining against his trousers, seemingly turned on by this discovery.

“Y-yes.” You gasped as he rolled his hips into your core, sending a shockwave of pleasure up your spine.

“You like being praised? You like being told how absolutely delicious I find you?”

You whined, grinding yourself up against him.

“Yes!”

Astarion chuckled as you dug your fingers into his curls, bringing his face down to yours in a fiery kiss.

With one hand, Astarion slid your panties down, tracing a finger through your slick folds.

You moaned as he found your clit, rubbing circles that made your mind spin.

“That’s right,” Astarion panted in your ear as you writhed beneath him. “You are so beautiful like this. I can’t wait to be buried inside your perfect pussy.”

“Astarion…I want you inside me.”

He tsk’d in your ear, dragging his fangs down your neck, where he suckled on your collarbone.

“Patience, my darling. I do not want to rush this. I want to see every little expression on that perfect little face of yours. I want to hear every sigh, every whimper, every exquisite moan of my name. And you will be moaning my name, a lot.”

Astarion flashed you a look of determination, smirking before he lowered his head again, taking a nipple in your mouth, and rolling his tongue over the peak.

You whined at the sensation as he expertly suckled and nipped at your tender breast, your body trembling with anticipation, knowing he was going to be true to his word.

Wyll ⚔️

“My love, you were absolutely radiant tonight.”

You reeled at his compliment, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into an intensely deep and romantic kiss.

You both had spent the evening at a Baldurian ball, dancing, drinking, and kissing up to nobles of the city.

Wyll had been nothing short of complimentary all night, never missing a chance to comment on your beauty and how proud he was to have you by his side.

Maybe it was the wine, but his compliments were going straight between your legs.

By the time the ball was over and you were back in your room, your body was burning with need.

You were not used to praise or compliments, and ever since being with Wyll, it was an entirely new experience.

You broke the kiss for a much-needed breath, and Wyll’s eyes were dark with desire.

“I mean it, my love. I have never met someone as astonishingly gorgeous as you. I often pinch myself thinking I’m in a waking dream.”

Desire bubbled between your legs as Wyll brought you into another fiery kiss.

“You are too good to me. You are walking poetry, you are the missing piece of my soul.”

You gripped his shoulders, moaning into the passionate kiss.

Wyll always had a way with words, somehow turning everything into poetry.

The praise he was uttering caused your body to ignite, desire rushing through your veins, desperate for more of his impassioned statements.

Wyll felt one hand wander up and under his shirt, while the other began fumbling with his belt.

Wyll chuckled at your enthusiasm, realizing it was his words that were accelerating your need tonight.

“Wyll, bed, please.” You gasped between urgent kisses, trying to push him back toward your bed.

“Does my dear partner need something of me?” Wyll teased, helping you undo his belt as you began desperately trying to get yourself out of your dress.

You shot him a coy look, smiling. “You know exactly what I need.”

Wyll stripped his clothes as quickly as he could, flinging his boots off to the side as you shimmied out of your dress.

Wyll met you for another intense kiss, laying you back on the bed, his desire apparent as his hard cock slid through your slick folds.

“This is what you do to me.” Wyll moaned into your mouth, your tongues dancing, hands exploring. “Do you feel how hard I am?”

Wyll ground his hips down into yours, kissing your neck, relishing in your moans.

“Y-Yes, I can feel you Wyll, please…” You bucked up against him, needing him inside you, now.

“So good for me, so good to me. That’s right, my love. I’ll give you what you need.”

Wyll pressed into your soaking pussy, his control slipping momentarily as he felt your velvety walls clench around him.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

Wyll paused, looking down at you.

Your face was flushed, chest heaving, borderline desperation in your eyes as you gazed back up at him.

“Y-yes, tell me how I make you feel.” You gripped his shoulders.

Wyll groaned as he rolled his hips into yours, starting a slow pace.

“You make me feel as if I can take on the entire realm. You make me feel safe. You make me feel powerful. You make me feel loved. You make me feel invincible.”

You gripped Wyll’s shoulders, reeling at his words.

“I love you with my entire soul, my entire being. You complete me in every single sense.”

Wyll’s words were true and hot in your ear, his breath becoming more ragged, his words cut with deep moans as he increased his pace.

“Your body is as if it were cut from the same fabric of the heavens. I intend to worship you as such.”

Your orgasm was quickly approaching, and your moans were louder and more desperate.

Wyll pressed a finger to your throbbing clit, hurling you toward your end as your body spasmed around him.

You cried out his name, holding on to him for dear life.

Wyll coaxed you through your orgasm, his praise now unintelligible as blood rushed in your ears.

Wyll’s orgasm was soon after yours, not able to hold back any longer. He moaned your name, his body trembling as he finished inside you.

You both lay there a moment, catching your breaths.

Wyll looked at you, a twinkle in his eye.

“You always did say I had a way with words.” He laughed hoarsely as he rolled off of you, pulling you into his chest. “And if my extra compliments always lead us here…”

You laughed, playfully poking at his chest. “I definitely won’t complain.”

@thoughts-of-bear as requested 😘

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opens-up-4-nobody · 8 months

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#theres this feeling i get sometimes. i find it very hard to articulate. its part despair and part awe. dispair at how beautiful the world is #all those intricate little process coming together to organize the chaos. i dont kno y i feel it so deeply or y it hurts so much #because its just. no matters what horrible things r going on in the world. ur body is this miraculous collection of chemicals and reactions #mobile containers of water with a history that spirals back billions of years. and you can hear and see and experience and reflect #and when you die the world goes on spinning without you. if we as humans destroyed this planet past the part of our ability to inhabit it #it wouldnt even matter. there would be continued life past humanity. cosmically we r tiny and insignificant and we dont matter #but were beautiful and wonderful and infinity complex and knowing that leaves me in agony. because i want to kno everything right now but #mind is too small and i walk around with the disorientation of someone whos just been hit in thr face ans i cant focus enough to read #cant make the words make sense and i cant justify the time it would take to try. so i sit on my deck. in the sun. crying as i think about #how the light hit the grass in my front yard the last time i was home. how the cliffs in the backyard are ringed with red lines of iron #separated out as the water leached through the sandstone. how every avaliable surface is stained green as organisms reach upward toward #the sun. and its beautiful and i dont kno y im crying. maybe its bc i cant just throw everything aside and chase that feeling. im not #allowed to feel it. im not allowed to talk abt it in the way i want. bc im afraid no one cares as much as me in the same way. bc when i #talk abt what i study its obscure and academic and so far from what most ppl think abt that they get intimidated and dont try to understand #so i just try not to talk abt it. or maybe im just afraid. bc i have my 1st TA meeting tomorrow and i meet with my new advisor friday #and im worried and im afraid i wont b able to do this in a way that doesnt make me feel like im dying. bc i like to b busy and i like having #a strict schedule but if u throw me that knife im going to stab myself with it bc i dont kno how wield it as a tool without hurting myself #sure ill get the job done. but at what cost? whatever. ill try to b better this time. try to hold tight to the wonder. but that feels like #reaching out into forever. knowing ill never make contact. not knowing what im reaching for.#the closest approximation to the feeling i can find is that scene in the terror. where go0dsir is asking if god is there. any god. and it #doesnt matter bc he can see god in the landscape. in an environment that's so harsh and barren that its killing him slowly in the worst of #ways and its beautiful. its still beautiful to him. there is wonder here. and im wasting my time laying in a dark room crying bc i put #myself into a container so constrictive that the surface snaps and i come spilling out as an angry liquid. smearing away into nothing #unrelated

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hoshifighting · 4 months

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Whispers of Wealth

Synopsis: Soonyoung, a vivacious friend from a prestigious dance studio, introduces Seungcheol, a wealthy businessman, to Y/N. Seungcheol, engulfed in the loneliness of the corporate world, finds solace in Y/N's presence. Their chance meeting transforms into a dance of wealth, passion, and unexplored desires, weaving an intricate tale of companionship in a world painted with luxurious hues.

Word count: 3.6k

Reader! Dancer/Sugar baby?, Seungcheol! Businessman/Sugar daddy?

Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, soft dom cheol, big dick cheol, loud moaning, aftercare <3

Once upon a time in the bustling city, a chance encounter changed your life in unexpected ways. It all began when Soonyoung, a lively and vibrant friend from the dance studio, introduced you to the charismatic Seungcheol. The dimly lit dance floor had been the first stage of this unfolding story.

Seungcheol, a successful businessman caught in the web of the corporate world, found solace in the rhythm of the music and the enchanting presence you brought to the club. Your initial conversations were light-hearted, filled with laughter and shared interests that extended beyond the dance floor. It didn't take long for Seungcheol to extend an invitation for a more formal meeting.

The night arrived when you found yourself seated across from Seungcheol in a posh and sophisticated restaurant. As the evening unfolded, Seungcheol shared his history with you. He spoke of the isolating nature of his high-profile corporate life, where success had come at the cost of genuine connections. Lonely in the midst of crowds, he confessed his desire for a companion, someone to share moments with.

One day, as you and Soonyoung enjoyed a quiet afternoon coffee, the conversation took a more serious turn. Soonyoung, with a look of concern in his eyes, began to share more about Seungcheol's life and the impact your friendship had on him.

"Soonyoung," you asked, sipping your coffee, "what's really going on with Seungcheol? I've noticed he seems really lonely, despite all the success and luxury surrounding him."

Soonyoung sighed, his gaze fixed on his cup. "Seungcheol's always been a bit of a lone wolf, you know? And with the corporate world, it's only gotten worse. He's got all this wealth, but it's like he's drowning in it. He told me once that you're one of the few friends he's got."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Seungcheol. He in a short period of time, declared you as his friend, while you was just doing the simplest thing a friend should do. It explained why he sought companionship, even in unconventional ways. "I had no idea he felt that way. I mean, he's got everything anyone could dream of, right?"

Soonyoung nodded, "Yeah, but he's missing something money can't buy. Genuine connection, real friendship. I think that's where you come in."

Determined to make a positive impact in Seungcheol's life, you decided to take a more proactive role. Over the following weeks, you started checking in on him, asking about his day, and genuinely caring about his well-being. You became a reliable listener, offering a comforting presence whenever he needed it. The simplicity of your actions seemed to make a world of difference to Seungcheol.

As your friendship deepened, you found yourself genuinely enjoying his company. There were moments of laughter, shared interests, and even quiet companionship. You felt a sense of fulfillment in being the friend he needed.

Despite your insistence that you didn't need anything in return, Seungcheol, grateful for the genuine connection you provided, began showering you with gifts. From covering your study fees to surprising you with thoughtful presents, he seemed eager to express his gratitude.

One day, after he handed you a particularly extravagant gift, you couldn't help but express your concerns. "Seungcheol, you really don't have to do this. Our friendship is enough for me."

He smiled warmly, "I know, but you've brought so much joy into my life. Consider it a token of appreciation. Besides, what's the point of having all this if I can't share it with someone who genuinely cares?"

On that unexpected morning, you awoke to find the house unusually quiet, realizing that Seungcheol had already left. As you made your way to the dining table, your eyes widened at the sight of a sleek black card resting there, accompanied by a note written in Seungcheol's elegant handwriting.

"Hey Y/N,

Hope you're doing great! So, there's this event tonight, and I'd love for you to be there with me. Check out the black card on the table—it's all yours to pick up whatever makes you feel amazing. Dress, shoes, the whole deal. Go wild!

Can't wait to see you at 7 pm. Your company is what's gonna make the night awesome.

Cheers,

Seungcheol"

As the CEO delivered a captivating speech, you found yourself seated at a round table with Seungcheol, surrounded by his investors and their respective wives. The conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Seungcheol, a seamless blend of lighthearted banter and genuine connection.

The wives, engaged in their own animated discussions about their luxurious lifestyles, couldn't help but glance in your direction. One of them, with a knowing smile, leaned in and commented, "You two must be the youngest couple here, for sure. You look absolutely adorable together."

You and Seungcheol exchanged glances, cheeks flushing slightly. Grateful for the compliment, you both responded with a simultaneous, "Thank you!"

The wives, seemingly satisfied with their assumption, continued chatting amongst themselves. Despite the unspoken truth that you and Seungcheol were just friends, you decided to let the charming moment linger without providing any clarifications.

[…]

The dance studio buzzed with excitement as Seungcheol, clad in his crisp white shirt and tailored pants, entered the room. The dance teacher, familiar with your frequent visits, greeted him, "Oh, you must be looking for Y/N. Let me take you to her."

As they approached the practice room, the teacher swung open the door, exclaiming, "Y/N, Seungcheol is here!" You turned around, expecting to see a familiar face, but your eyes widened when you saw Seungcheol standing there, looking like he had just stepped out of a corporate meeting.

Before you could react, the dance teacher surveyed the room, taking in the romantic atmosphere created for a Valentine's Day presentation. Couples were scattered around, preparing for their routines, and a large "Valentine's Day" sign adorned the wall.

The teacher turned to Seungcheol with a surprised expression, "Y/N, is this your boyfriend? Come in, Seungcheol! We were just about to start our Valentine's Day presentation."

You stammered, attempting to clarify the situation, but the dance teacher, seemingly delighted, ushered Seungcheol to a chair, and you found yourself in an awkward position. There was no escape, and you had no choice but to take a deep breath and join the presentation. As you assumed your dancing position, you couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

The slow, sultry notes of the song began to fill the dance studio, and you took a deep breath, trying to shake off any lingering shyness. As the rhythm took over, your hips began to sway, your hands gracefully running through the movements with a captivating allure.

With each sensual step, you held Seungcheol's gaze firmly. At first, he wore a charming smile, enjoying the beauty of your dance. However, as the atmosphere became more intense, his expression shifted, darkening with a mix of surprise and desire. His eyes locked onto yours, and he instinctively licked his lips, realizing the nature of the dance you were about to unveil.

You moved closer, your seductive aura enveloping the space around you. The room seemed to shrink as you danced, the chemistry between you and Seungcheol palpable. Sensing the shift, Seungcheol's hands gripped tightly onto the chair's seat, a visible effort to keep himself grounded and resist the temptation to touch you.

As the slow, sensual dance continued, you took a bold step, sitting on Seungcheol's lap, allowing the rhythm of the song to guide your movements. Seungcheol's grip on the chair tightened further, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the urge to lose himself in the moment. Your body moved gracefully, rubbing against him with an enticing allure, and Seungcheol, though visibly affected, managed to maintain restraint, trying to control the noticing bulge on his pants.

To your surprise, glances around the room revealed that other couples were engaged in similarly provocative dances, creating an atmosphere charged with a shared sense of desire. As the music swirled around you, and the dance reached its climax, the room was filled with an electric energy, leaving an indelible mark on this unexpected Valentine's Day presentation.

As the song came to an end, you rose from Seungcheol's lap with a teasing smile, your performance leaving an unforgettable impression on both him and the audience. The dance studio buzzed with a mixture of applause and laughter, and you couldn't help but feel a blend of exhilaration and amusement at the unexpected turn of events.

As the white lights illuminated the room, signaling the end of the performance, the dancers took a moment to converse with their partners. You glanced over at Seungcheol, attempting to decipher the meaning behind the intense gaze he now directed at you. Taking a sip from a bottle of water, you wondered what was going through his mind.

As the other dancers gradually left the room, you stayed behind to collect your belongings. Alone in the studio, you slung your bag over your shoulder, feeling a sense of responsibility for the unexpected turn of events. Taking a deep breath, you approached Seungcheol, who seemed amused by the whole situation.

"Seungcheol, I really didn't know you'd be here. I'm sorry if this caught you off guard," you admitted, sincerity lacing your voice.

He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Caught off guard is an understatement. But you know what? I can't say I'm complaining. That was quite the surprise, and you were incredible."

You smiled, relieved by his lighthearted response. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I just didn't expect you to be here, especially for that kind of performance."

Seungcheol stepped closer, the playful smile still on his face. "Well, you certainly know how to keep things interesting. How do you plan to let me off the hook for this? I can't deny it's a memory I won't forget."

As Seungcheol inched closer, the room's temperature seemed to rise, and your breath caught in the warm air. He spoke, his voice carrying a playful tone, "If my uncoordinated ass knew how to dance, I swear I would dance back to you too."

You scoffed, a playful grin spreading across your face. Turning your head to the side, you teased, "Oh, I'd pay good money to see that."

But before you could fully react, he gently pulled your chin back, locking eyes with you. "On second thought," he continued, "since I can't dance, can I repay you with something else?"

Your back pressed against the mirror, his arms trapping you against it, hands resting on the wall. The proximity between you heightened the intensity of the moment, and you couldn't resist a mischievous grin. With a twinkle in your eye, you replied provocatively, "Well, Seungcheol, I'm open to creative forms of repayment. Surprise me."

As Seungcheol's free hand encircled your waist, he pulled you closer, pressing your heated bodies together. The intensity in the air grew, and he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. In the confined space between the mirror and his strong frame, the room seemed to shrink, and the air became thinner.

A desperate moan escaped your lips as the kiss deepened, the heat between you igniting a fire that fueled the desire for more. Seungcheol, not holding back, pressed you harder against the mirror, his built body making it difficult for you to catch your breath. Gasping for air, you surrendered to the intoxicating sensation, the world outside the dance studio fading away as the two of you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment. As he felt the bare skin of your neck, he couldn't resist the temptation. His lips moved from yours, and with a slight nip, he bit your skin gently. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, a mix of pleasure and surprise, as the heat between you continued to escalate.

With a jolt, the unexpected interruption brought you both back to reality. The teacher's voice cut through the heated moment, apologizing for the intrusion but informing you that the building was closing, and the dance rooms needed to be shut. It felt as if you were two teenagers caught doing something wrong, the thrill of the moment lingering in the air.

Seungcheol, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire, exchanged a quick glance with you. Both of you nodded with flushed cheeks, quickly straightening yourselves out. "Of course, sorry about that," Seungcheol managed to say, his voice slightly breathless.

You both bid a hasty farewell to the teacher, offering hurried bows as you made your way out of the dance studio. Seungcheol led the way, guiding you towards his car, the air thick with the remnants of the intense moment you'd just shared.

The journey to Seungcheol's home remained silent, but this time, it carried a different energy. It wasn't marked by embarrassment, but rather a comfortable silence that spoke volumes. Each passing moment was filled with unspoken understanding, and perhaps both of you were lost in your thoughts, contemplating the events that had transpired.

Upon arriving at his home, any lingering uncertainty dissipated. In a sudden burst of desire, Seungcheol took charge, manhandling you with a passionate kiss in the middle of the house entrance. The world outside seemed to fade away as he led you to his bedroom.

Soft bed and duvets welcomed you, and Seungcheol laid over you, his eyes searching for any signs of discomfort. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then, with a hint of vulnerability, he spoke, "Is this too much? Should we stop?"

As you met Seungcheol's gaze, his question lingered in the air. The room was filled with a charged energy, and you could sense the vulnerability beneath his desire. With a reassuring smile and a gentle nod, you conveyed your answer without uttering a single word. In that silent exchange, you both acknowledged the unspoken connection that had been brewing between you.

Seungcheol's gummy smile lit up the room as he gracefully rose from the bed, each button of his shirt undone deliberately. His eyes locked onto yours, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he removed the shirt, unveiling his strong arms and built chest. The room seemed to pulse with the shared anticipation of what was to come.

His movements were deliberate, filled with a quiet confidence as he removed the belt, and his pants gracefully fell to the floor, his cock begging to leave from his black boxers. Your eyes traced every inch of his movements, focused on the enticing unveiling before you. You can feel your wetness pools on your panties.

He slides his boxers from his legs, and his cock jumps from the clothing, the red tip leaking precum, while he holds the base, making the veins more apparent. Your mouth waters at the scene in front of you, you sit, getting closer to him. “Let me suck you?” You wrap your hand around his cock slowly stroking his dick.

“Only if you ask me nicely…” He smiles biting his lower lip.

“Please? You're going to let me do this, aren't you?” You kiss the head of his cock, and he nods losing posture. “You’re going to let me shove your cock way down my throat, aren’t you?”

He rolls his eyes, at the feeling of you giving kitten-licks on his tip “Fuck. Yes baby, y-you can do this…”

You take him into your mouth, sinking as much as possible, his tip pressed on your throat, coming back at the tip, and sinking his cock on your throat again. Seungcheol grunts, holding your hair, so he can fuck into your mouth. With each bob of your head you can take more from his thick cock. Stopping him, you begin to swirl your tongue around his head, the knot on his stomach tightening.

“No, no, no! Stop!” Seungcheol breathes, pulling you by your hair.

You look at him, twisting your head, licking his tip again, making him hiss. He pins you down on the bed, stopping you. “I’ve told you to fuckin’ stop!” He said though his teeth. “Strip.”

Feeling the urgency in the air, you quickly left the bed, a rush of excitement propelling you to shed your tight clothing. Seungcheol sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on you, his anticipation evident in his gaze.

As you became completely free from your clothing, Seungcheol's voice, filled with desire, broke the silence, "I want you to ride me like the dance you did earlier, right now."

His request hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation. The room seemed to pulse with a newfound energy as you considered the proposition, the memory of the dance from earlier still lingering in the air.

You gracefully moved towards Seungcheol, placing your legs over his sides as you straddled him on the edge of the bed. Sliding his big dick inside of you, almost splitting you in a half, you throw your head back, the pain mixing with pleasure. He caress your hair, waiting for you to take your time.

With the memory of the earlier dance echoing in your mind, you began to move your hips in a rhythmic and enticing manner, just like you did in the dance studio. The soft melodies of desire played in your head, guiding your every motion.

As you rolled your hips, the intimate connection between you and Seungcheol deepened. He couldn't contain the visceral response to the tantalizing dance before him. A low, involuntary moan escaped his lips, a testament to the intensity of desire that pulsed through the room. The sound hung in the air, blending with the rhythm of the dance, creating a symphony of shared passion between you and Seungcheol. “Ah, like this baby, you’re doing so good!”

“Seungcheol, it’s- ah! So good, so good…” You roll your hips fast, his hand helping you to continue.

“I know baby, I know… Riding that dick like a pro.” Seungcheol's eyes remained fixated on your movements. “Look at your pretty little cunt, taking me all in.” He moves one hand to circle your clit, making you clench hard around him, making he take a sharp breath.

Seungcheol, overwhelmed by the intoxicating allure of your riding, cursed under his breath. Each subtle movement you made seemed to bring him closer to the edge. With a determined resolve to savor the moment and prolong the pleasure, he abruptly stopped you.

In a swift motion, he flipped you over, the duvets threatening to cascade onto the floor. With your face laid on the mattress, the room filled with a charged intensity as Seungcheol took control, holding your hands at your back. He moans loudly when he gets deep on you again, and your pussy spasms around him, orgasm ripping through your body, just from him slamming his dick inside of you, making you groan from the back of your throat.

Seungcheol, with a sly grin playing on his lips, teased you with a hint of playful arrogance. "Already?" he remarked, his voice a playful taunt. "I didn't even start yet, and you’re already creaming around my cock.” He admires the white ring on the base of his dick.

As you hid your face on the mattress, a flush of embarrassment coloring your cheeks, Seungcheol, holding your hands at your back, playfully pulled you towards him, pounding into you merciless. His voice, low and filled with a teasing authority, broke the silence.

"You'll take me like the good girl that you are, right?" Seungcheol, not hearing your response, raised an eyebrow in amusement. His playful demeanor persisted as he remarked, "Well, the silence says it all, doesn't it?" He laughs, seeing your face contorted in pleasure.

“P-please Seungcheol…”

“Please what? Hm?”

“Cum inside of me, I need you to cum for me please!” You cry out, feeling the oversensitivity a lil’ too much.

Your voice drips with honey, making his hips stutter, with a loud moaning of your name, loads of cum shoots down your pussy, filling you up. Making the bed, a mess from both of you.

The aftercare was a serene and comforting experience. After sharing a bath together, you found yourselves nestled on the fresh and clean bed, the exhaustion of the night settling in. However, the need for sustenance after the dance-filled evening lingered. Seungcheol entered the room carrying a tray of food, his gaze softening as he noticed your tired expression. He set the tray down on the bedside table and sat beside you, a gentle touch in his actions.

"Are you too tired because of me?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You nodded with a small, sleepy smile, affirming his observation. Seungcheol's face reflected a mix of understanding and a touch of guilt. "I'll take it easier next time, okay?" he promised.

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head in a desperate, silent plea. The exhaustion in your eyes was met with a caring gaze from Seungcheol. "No? You sure?" he asked, seeking reassurance.

You mustered the energy to shake your head again, a smile playing on your lips. It was a subtle but clear indication that his intensity was not a burden, but rather a shared pleasure. The unspoken understanding between you two continued to guide the conversation, deepening the connection forged through the night's intimate experiences.

Seungcheol's eyes softened, and he chuckled, "Alright, no holding back next time then." The lighthearted banter mixed with genuine care filled the room, as you both enjoyed the late-night meal, surrounded by the warmth of the afterglow and the quiet understanding that had blossomed between you.

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iiiiiiis-things · 10 months

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Period HC's with the Spiderverse

paring: (separate) earth42!miles morales, earth1610!miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr parbhakar, miguel o'hara x femblack!reader

cw: period/vagina

blurb: what they're like when you're on your period

a/n: y'all i'm going through it rn. also this is what i used to translate my spanish

earth 42 miles morales

now despite his cold demeanor he would literally be so god damn sweet while on your cycle

well- as sweet as he can be

you didn't even tell him, he found out bc you was getting out of line with him

"Aye Mami me pasa mi bolso" his face contorts in confusion as you suck yo teeth "damn i gotta do everything for you ? what's next you want me to change your fucking diaper?"

immediately notices

"you on yo period?"

you flabbergasted mouth gaped wide open

he already knows about everything cs yk his mom.. since his dad... nvm

does anything you want

tells uncle aaron that any plans for the following days of the week had to be canceled

literally with you 24/7

he doesn't even goes to the store to go get snacks

mf uses go puff

"miles you need to go home" you speak laying on his chest as you were slowly but surely drifting off to sleep "Ya le envié un mensaje de texto a mi mamá que no voy a ninguna parte"

wake up the next day to breakfast in bed

y'all bfrl we kno damn well he can't cook 💀

he ordered dennys while you was still sleep and js fixed it up on a plate to make it LOOK like he did 😭

whenever you lash out at him and get to throwing shi he js let's you

"i swear to god you got me fucked up!" you throw the remote at him as he moves to the right dodge it.

overall is js a big cuddle bug and servant for you to use <3

miles morales 1610

is literally clueless

you've been acting weird and being bipolar asf the past three days

breaking point was when you got extra mat at him for accidentally knocking over a vase (that he caught so it didn't break) when he snuck in your room window

"is everything ok? ¿Tuviste un mal día?"

boy wants to cry when you tell him to leave

"bro, just leave me alone i'm not in the mood right now" freezes at the word bro

"ok i'll swing by tomorrow?" he looks back at you out trying to see if you'll change your mind "mhm yeah later"

is so sad bc you didn't even say you love him ☹️

when he walks in the front door of his house mama rio IMMEDIATELY senses something is wrong with her son

stops whatever tf she was doing main concern being miles

"miles baby what's wrong ?" he lets out a sigh "i think y/n is mad at me" then proceeds to explain the situation

rio then explains wdf is happening

miles feels SO bad for not knowing 😭

is at your house the next day with a shit load of chocolate, a pack or two of gatorade, and some extra strength tylenol

he then tells you what his mom recommended (like what to drink and which medication works the best)

gets scared and lowkey flinches when you get cramps 💀

(you see him do it but he tries to plays it off)

is cuddling with you all the time

you play a prank on him while sending him into the drugstore to go ask for a period product that doesn't exist-

THE HORROR ON HIS FACE 😭

jeff being concerned on why their child hasn't been home for the past 4 days (dw rio explains)

gwen stacy

at first doesn't really get why your attitude is bigger than normal

but after the second day immediately understands

"it's your t.o.m (time of month) huh ?" you look slightly embarrassed "yeah..."

WILL go to the store to get you whatever you need

y'all share heat pads no one can change my mind 🙄✋🏾

y'all have talks over which pads and tampons are the best

y'all debate over pads the only agreement being that wings are better

but the both of y'all agree that tampax is on top 💪🏾

she would always be over at your house because she uses you as an excuse to get away from her dad :(

if y'all ever got it around the same time all HELL would break loose 😭

both of yall would be just straight up mad with eachother

"what do you want to eat?" she looks over at you as y'all walking to the mall food court "oh anything's fine"

walks over towards the chic-fil-a section "oh wait i don't want chicken, how about taco bell?"

mf groans and roll her eyes "i want chic-fil-a, u said anything was fine!"

"well maybe i changed my mind! if you wanted something specific why would you ask me?!" people start to stare as the heat of the argument rises

yall eventually settle for smoothies from jamba juice

she's more cuddly than usual which is completely fine

you make jokes about being blood sisters 💀

she does not find them funny.

pavitr parabhakar

you avoid him like the plague

why? because you do not want to lash out at your sweet, sweet , baby boy for no reason 😭

pav is like so confused

thinks he did something wrong ☹️

"hi y/n!" your walking to class as you hear someone calling you from down the hall obviously recognizing the voice of your boyfriend you walk faster so he couldn't catch up to you in the crowded hallway

"y/n??" stands there like 🧍🏽‍♂️

he thinks you didn't hear him and is probably just trying to get to class early to turn in late homework or something

but later when you two are supposed to meet up for chai after school (like always) and you don't show up he knows your avoiding him

baby is SO SADDD 😭

the next day he finally catches up with you as you walk into the school building and asks you straight up "are you avoiding me?"

you began to feel like the absolute worst gf ever as you see the worry in his eyes "no baby, i just- i mean-" he slightly bends his back leaning to get eye level with you "is there someone else?"

your heart sinks to your ass 😭

"what no pavi swear!" "then why are you avoiding me?" you sigh, giving in and explain what's been going on

"oh" he then stands up straight you began to feel he's about to be disgusted about you bleeding from your literal vagina until he wraps his arm around your shoulder and drags you into the school building

"babe i'm gonna be honest with you, i really don't care you could've just told me"

walks you to class as if nothing's happened

best.boyfriend.ever

i feel like his spider sense would kind help him see your ina bad mood idk

pepper kisses on your face

but once he sees you cramping it's over with

he's gonna cuddle you and not let you go (you have to force him off of you when you have to use the restroom)

asks auntie maya about it and she tell him everything you need, how you might react, and how he needs to watch everything he does to not make you upset

doesn't hesitate to buy pads if you need em

is constantly by your side

he👏🏾is👏🏾your👏🏾personal👏🏾heat👏🏾pad

whenever you get angry or upset he immediately apologizes and blames himself bc he thinks that if ur upset than he obviously did something wrong.

he def runs you hot baths with epson salt

ends up getting a period tracker app on his phone to keep up-

y'all were watching moana and he was trying his hardest not to laugh. 😭

why? because you started crying when maui left moana all on her own 🙍🏾‍♀️

and cried harder when he came back-

y'all i feel like i went a lil overboard wit this one 😭

hobie brown

this mf here

he will literally be the worst person to be around

idk how bt he knew it was coming before YOU knew it was coming

like y'all could be chilling on his couch and out of nowhere he goes

"you're getting a visit from aunt flow (i googled this) tomorrow you know that right?"

you being confused bc "who da fuck is aunt flo.... wait-"

hobie will never tell how he knows when it's coming but hey at least he reminds you 🤷🏾‍♀️

literally loves to piss you off

he likes seeing you all riled up

it's just something about the way you scream and throw shit at him for leaving the tv on all night

kinda like miles(42)- instead when you throw shit he catches it

smug the entire time.

the amount of teasing is crazy

"do you think you'll get pregnant if we-" "no" 🙎🏾‍♀️

he isn't a complete asshole

eventually throughout all of the teasing he does whatever you want him to do

when your cramping he helps by rubbing his hand on your lower tummy in circles

he does buy steal you candy from the store

if your craving anything he will most def go get it for you and if you wanna cuddle he would

he'll obviously kno that you want to but makes you asks bc he like that 🤷🏾‍♀️

"you alright?" hobie asks leaning in the door way of his bedroom as he watches you hug your stomach on his bed "could you help?"

"sure luv what do you need?" like bitch-

if you need him to go get you more this mf WILL ask you what size your vagina is 😭 (weirdo)

OMG NO BC RMB THAT ONE BAYMAX SCENE WHEN HE WAS GETTING THAT GURL PADS ?! 😭

he stands in the drugstore on the isle with the women necessities (after getting your size) while a middle age woman sides eye him as she slowly reaches for her preferred option

(the lady is confused on why there's a tall ass, guitar playing, punk, holding a box of literal diva cups in his hand 💀)

he eventually gives up and asks the lady if the ones in her hand are any good

let's just say he walks out the store with 4 months supply of period products

overall he's an asshole.. but he's your asshole 😫🤞🏾

miguel o'hara

now he's a little older so he isn't dumb

but he isn't the smartest either

a lot of people say miguel is sweet... no he's not

like bffr we see how SASSY this mf is in the movie 👏🏾😭

i feel like this mf would argue you down whenever your in a bad mood

"get the fuck out my way!" you scream at one of the peters as they bump into you knocking your food out your hand "damn what crawled up your ass and died"

you turn around to see nun other than your boyfriend

"you apparently, do you ever take a day off" his eyebrow raises a little "and leave you idiots running this place?" you roll your eyes as you walk over to grab a duplicate of what you just dropped

miguel notices how your more snappy at him, in fact you've been snappy the past couple days

"hey what's up with you?" he asks, yeah you guys bicker but it's usually playful flirting

"i don't kno, how would you feel if you were bleeding from your vagina?"

he finally gets it

later at home he walks in with a walmart bag of candy, a new fluffy blanket, and a gift card that has "im sorry" written on the front

he would stop picking with you knowing your attitude can go from 0-100 rq

like i mention with hobie and miles(42) i feel like he would just listen as you yell and throw shit at him

but because of his huge size he just sits there unfazed as you throw a literal flashlight at him (where you found it? no one knows.)

he would only cuddle with you at night saying "it's the only way i can sleep" when you know he just wants you to feel better

yes i got impatient with hobie and miguel.

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applejee · 2 years

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#personal #u kno when a friend who is going thru it tough asks some questions and ur like #i very much sense u don’t understand or believe anything i say and that’s fine lmao #it makes me go :/ bc i feel like there’s smtn there #but u kno what my coping methods work for me #no point in getting a diagnosis of anything bc im dealing w enough shit #everyone is having a difficult time in different ways #im sure many people look at me and think my life is sooo easy and free of struggles #my man you do not know how much stress and anxiety i suppress every day #complete dissatisfaction about so much #u kno when someone is like i feel this and ur like Ha Ha Same #anyway #inchresting #thinking more now and im like #okay yeah i def don’t feel i can properly open up to this friend or Would #bc simply i don’t think they can process it w everything they have going on #time to fkn floss my beloathed

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Hiya babes hope you’re doing well I’ve had this idea for a young Coriolanus Snow where he’s fresh into his presidency and runs into a maid in his room putting his clothes away. He thinks it’s just some avox but it turns out to be and old classmate (she was in the grade a year younger than but he’d seen her passing in the halls and she came from quite a respectable lineage). He becomes infatuated by her and why she’s working for him and not living some life of luxury, it becomes months worth of cat and mouse where Coryo tries to buy her love with gifts and she tries to stay strong. But finally she gives in and they start an affair (he isn’t married it’s just he wouldn’t want to be caught dead having a relationship with a servant girl). Normal he just tells her he wants to see her and that night they do an assortment of nefarious things, but one night he asked her to say instead of kicking her out like he usually does. She thrown off by this and after a little hesitancy she agrees.

So that’s all I really have feel free to make the rest up, but also don’t feel obligated to write about this it’s just something that’s come to my mind. I didn’t mean for this to be so long sorry. Love you loads hope you have the best of days and I hope you’ll find inspiration from this prompt. Okay kisses and hugs this is me signing off.

— Dirty little secret

WARNING: Unprotected sex, implied mudpie, fingering, implied affair, groping.

PAIRING: President!Coriolanus Snow x maid!reader

WORD COUNTER: 1.8k

Days for Coriolanus seemed to tick on longer than he bargained after getting elected and inaugurated to the office of Panem. Being the President of Panem wasn't a joke, nor did it have any time to just sit around, he was a busy man with a country behind him and leading the future of his people and generations. It was tiring for him, sometimes he would just accidentally sleep in his office rather than go to his bedroom. After piles of documents and papers were placed on his desk, finding more time to complete them if he locked himself away in his office.

On top of that, he had to make speeches and host future events. He just didn't have any time for self-pleasure with all the work on his desk, but he was dutiful and a studious worker. He did his usual routine after finalizing some paperwork and handing it off to his secretary to press. Dragging his feet against the delicate and pleasant tiles, tiredness drowned his vision, as he opened the door of his chamber spotting a dainty maid in his room. Your eyes widen at the sight of the President in front of you, immediately bowing down, before lifting your head slightly up. "Mr. President, I was just delivering your clothes" You curtsy at him, Coriolanus originally thought you were just an avox until you spoke, but now a mere maid hired by his secretary but once he got a glimpse of your face, a flash of simple memory ran through his mind. You started taking steps away from him trying to get away from the brewing tension, "Stop" You turned your body to him, looking at him with your full attention.

The sounds of the heel of his shoes on the bedroom flooring, feeling his soft hands on your jaw, slowly lifting your head up, taking in the scene of you. You held your breath as he simply inspected you, feeling your heart pumping against your chest. His azure eyes stared into your own, for a moment..before he withdrew his hands away from you. "You may go" he finished, you watched as he turned his body away from you before you scurried out of the bedroom.

But Coriolanus couldn't help but look back at you as you ran away, the sense of familiarity when he saw you was haunting his head. He pondered about it, putting his hand underneath his chin as he thought about you. The passing days were just Coriolanus watching you as you worked around the manor, his eyes never leaving your form. He managed to gather some information on you, by looking through your files, after all, he is the President of Panem it's his job to know everything, right?

His hands flipped through the dainty white pages, your headshot on the first page as he read through the private information, finding out that you were from Capitol blood, and ended up in the depths of middle class maybe even lower instead of luxury. Curiosity filled his mind about you, questions flowing through his mind with no answer to them. "What really are you..Y/N" he whispered under his breath, examining the photo of you. Most of these days were now mostly spent with him staring at you doing chores around the household, hanging up laundry, washing clothes, and cleaning the floors.

He likes how you laugh and smile when talking to your co-workers while you work. Every time he sees your smile, it makes some of his problems melt away, if he is stressed, he completely forgets what he was stressed about. He would purposely order you to his room to clean or arrange something in his office. Over a few months passing, he would continue asking for you, so adding little gifts and necklaces. For you, it was a surprise, certainly. Who expects the President of Panem to gift a simple maid a luxurious, expensive necklace, priced at a high price, more than you get paid. So you would send them off, at first you were confused thinking it was a mistake he sent the luxurious package to you, then it was sent back to you, this time a different gift, more beautiful and elegant. So you sent it back again, he began to be more curious and furious why you didn't keep and accept the gifts he sent, were they too ugly, an eyesore or indifferent to you.

So he orders you to his room...

It was the middle of the night, being pulled out of the servant quarters by the headmistress, ordering you to serve Coriolanus, and you obeyed. Your body is still engulfed in your flimsy nightgown and your flats on the floor of the manor, as you walk down the hallways. You opened the door to Coriolanus still in his attire, leaning on the bedframe. His eyes darted at you. "Mr. President, you requested of me" You held your hands together, looking him in the eyes. You hear his footsteps inching closer to you, his hands on his hips, "Do you hate them?" he asked, his eyes never leaving your frame, cocking your eyebrow, confused about what he was asking you.

"Hate, what, Sir?" you questioned, "The gifts" he walked closer to you, "Do you hate them, Y/N?" he looked at you, his eyes attentively staring at your own e/c. You felt sweat pending up on the palm of your hand as you began to clear your throat, "No—I just thought you sent them by mistake, sir" You said, you looked away from him, feeling flustered at how close he was to you. 'Y/n, do you think I'm an idiot to send something three things to the same person?" He gently lifted up your chin, making direct eye contact with you. "N-no, sir!" You exclaimed, "Then why, my sweet dove?' he questioned, "What have I done to deserve them" You mumbled,

"Every time I saw you, you have been pulling the strings to my heart..." He whispered, his deep voice resonating through your body, sending chills down your spine, you were hesitant to respond to him. The few moments of silence were unbearable, it felt like his eyes were tracking your every move. "Would it, not be improper for you to date a servant woman like me?" You murmur, and he immediately takes your face into his hands, "I will trade all of Panem just to have you in my arms" You parted your lips, staring at him in shock. Before he took your lips, kissing you. His hands touched against your skin, making you whine, his fingers slowly taking off the strings of your sheer nightgown. Immediately the cold air hits your bare skin making you moan, his hand trailing against your sides. He withdrew from your lips, his eyes clouded with lust, his pupils dilated. "W-we can't", looking away from him in embarrassment, trying to cover yourself up from his gaze.

He picked you up by your thighs, immediately putting your arms around his neck. He carried you towards the bed, dropping you onto the mattress, you instantly tried to cover yourself until he ripped your hands away as he stared at you beneath him. He took off your panties, slowly, his eyes staring at your slick coating your panties off, making you flustered. He started taking off his belt, you watched as he took his trousers off along with his boxers. His length springs out, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock, feeling yourself getting wet underneath him. His eyes were heavy with lust, impatiently to have you, taste you, and fuck you.

He slowly inserts himself into you, a moan being ripped out of your throat, holding him by his biceps. "Itis' too big" you groaned. You tried to adjust yourself around his cock, you bit the bottom of your lip simmering the pain. Before he started moving, his pelvis smacked into your cunt as your breast bounced in impact.

You pushed your head back in pleasure as he forced himself into you, he groaned into your ear. "You're taking me so well, dove" he whispered, kissing your collarbone. The sound of wet skin clapping resonating around the bedroom, his hands moving around your body, rubbing the nipples of your breast, moaning in response. "Your so warm" he groaned, moving his hips against you, you felt yourself inching near your release.

He place your leg onto his shoulder, moving your body to the side as he thrusted inside, feeling his cock deeper inside you.

His hand groped your breast, abusing your nipples as he plunged into you deeper. Before feeling yourself coming undone, squeezing down on his cock. "Fuck" he groaned, pushing himself into you. His fingers trailing down onto your pelvis, he rubbed your clit, making you whine. Breathy moans echoed from your lips, and you looked through your lashes at him. Your walls massaging his cock, his thrust getting faster and into an animalistic pace.

His groans became frantic, as he fucked himself into you, before he pulled out and cummed onto your stomach, the white sticky load coating your body. Feeling your legs shaking, and your chest heaving. Staring at him, tiredness in your eyes.

"You did so good, dove," he said, kissing the corner of your neck.

Soon this moment happened time and time again, mostly during the nights when everyone was gone or sleeping away. He would call for you, knowing what would happen at the end of every night, you on his bed either coated with his cum or filled with it. Usually leaving before anyone can get suspicious of you and Coriolanus. Always wearing a nightgown, Coriolanus purchase for you. Looking into the mirror with the rich, satin fabric on your body, hugging your curves and bosom.

He would surprise you with special things mostly material things but you were grateful for them.

He would buy luxurious lingerie and jewelry for you. You were getting ready to meet Coriolanus as he called for you again, wearing the special red lingerie underneath nightgown, you obeyed. Walking down to his chambers, in the end, the precious lingerie was ripped and your nightgown on the floor stained with cum. His hands on your waist as he thrusted into you, he was close and you were already done and tired. His hands explored you, before he spilled himself into you. Pulling himself out of you, your legs were shaking, holding yourself up. Feeling him leaving a kiss on your cheek, he put himself into his pants.

You walked towards your discarded nightgown, taking ahold of the material, and slipping it on. There was a moment of silence between you and Coriolanus. Getting yourself busy, fixing the fabric of the nightgown, pulling it down carefully.

"Wait, Y/N" you turned around at him, "Yes, Corio" you responded, he loved it when you used that nickname with him, he walked forward to you, "Stay" he paused for a minute, "Stay with me for the night" He finishes, your eyes slightly widen. "What if, we were caught?" You whispered, "Nobody could come in without my permission, Y/N" he pushed a strand of your loose hair over your ear, "Just stay" he whispered, his hands trailing down to your waist, rubbing them in reassurance. You cleared your throat, putting your hands on his chest, and parting your lips.

"Alright—I will..."

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blue-jisungs · 2 months

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TEXT ME

summary. just very whipped mingyu :')

word count. 818

warnings. alcohol mention

the pleasant chatter of people and faint music became a blur in mingyu’s ears. there a few people at the afterparty… well, mostly his friends. some spilled drinks on the table made his glass get stuck to it, sticky feeling all over his fingers.

he let out a small sigh and his gaze wandered around, only to be met with more frustration. all the couples dancing, kissing, having fun–

ding!

mingyu grabbed his phone in a blink of an eye, almost knocking down jeonghan who was sat next to him.

6:01pm

mingyu: text me when you’re free🙏

delivered

8:40pm

y/n: 20 mins and shift is over!!

mingyu stood up and rushed to the door, almost tripping over his own legs. someone tugged his arm.

“yah, mingyu-ya! you better come back, alright?” seungcheol asked, rising his eyebrow. mingyu nodded absentmindedly, looking like what he just heard fell right through the other ear.

the cold air hit his face, making him sober up a little. before he knew it, his legs lead him to your workplace.

you and mingyu barely started dating two weeks ago. however, mingyu was crushing over you since almost four months and he still couldn’t believe that you two are a couple.

when his friends jokingly warned you about his puppy-alike personality, you didn’t pay too much attention. but because he was so head over heels for you, he became a hyperactive puppy.

he clinged to you all the time, followed you around and you wondered if you threw him a stick—

your phone dinged with a message notification.

8:45pm

mingyu: btw date on tuesday?? 🤞 i’ll be free around afternoon!!

mingyu: also comedy, action or romance??

you scoffed and shook your head, hiding your phone. fifteen more minutes of your shift and you’re free.

before you realised it was over and while you were finishing up cleaning one of the cabinets, the door opened with a quiet ding! of a bell.

“we’re closed–” you turned around and your eyes met with your boyfriend. he grinned upon seeing you and ran his hand through his hair.

“hi” he breathed out and walked over. you blinked in disbelief.

“weren’t you at cheol’s party–?” you asked, stunned. he hummed, nodding, a goofy smirk stretching on his lips.

“yeah, well, good point: i was. i figured i’d swing by and pick you up…” he explained, shrugging nonchalantly. mingyu reached over to his pocket and handed you… a snack. your favorite, to be precise “i also bought this”

“you’re impossible” a snort escaped your lips as you grabbed his collar gently and tugged him closer. you could see he was not focused on you(r eyes). “also your text… comedy sounds good. may i know what you’re scheming?”

he blinked, his ebony irises looking like there was nothing behind them – in the cutest way possible.

“wha… um, yeah” he nodded.

“what’s in that doofus head of yours?” you chuckled, his cheeks puffing at the nickname.

but how he could say this? you just got him focused on your lips, without even trying. if he had a tail, it would be swinging like crazy.

“i just wanna kiss you” he grinned and swiftly closed the gap between you.

his lips landing on yours, the faint taste of some kind of alcohol (mb on the rocks?) invading your senses. mingyu melted into the kiss, loving the feeling… as if he didn’t kiss you like, million times already.

he pulled back and his eyes twinkled with joy.

“woah, you look so pretty today. as always tho… do you need any help?” mingyu asked.

sometimes you didn’t get him; like, right now. your hair loose and a black cardigan. simple, nothing majestic. and he’s whipped.

the other day he said something along the lines “you’re pretty like the view. if i had to choose between the two, you. it’s true!”. and even though it cracked you up, it still made your heart melt.

“just a second and i’m closing up. are you coming back to the party?” you questioned, turning around to finish up cleaning.

“depends if you want to go…?” he hummed “cheol told me to go back but you know i always put you first”

“i’m a little tired but i wanna go. i haven’t seen your friends in a while, i’ll go say hi” you said and nodded “we can leave”

mingyu took your arm and helped you close the place. then, you started walking back; his big but tender hand sneaking to grab yours.

“isn’t it… a thirty minute walk to cheol’s place?” you asked suddenly.

“yeah” gyu nodded.

“and you made it in fifteen minutes?” you scoffed, looking at him.

“more or less, yeah” he laughed, realizing how much of a loser he looked right now.

“you’re so whipped” you smiled wildly and he just let out a dreamy sigh, adoring you.

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filthgarbage86 · 11 months

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I JUST HAD A THOUGHT

Okay so think about it; I’m sure Eddie doesn’t hang out with a ton of girls, not on purpose, he just mainly hangs out with the hellfire club and his band members.

Then you show up

And you fit right in with everyone. It’s so easy to talk to you since you both have similar interests and you’re very chill about everything. Sure you get excited and into the game play but overall you just like to hang and talk about similar interests! You hang out, listen to music and what not. He loves spending time with you, he feels so relaxed around you.

Maybe a little too relaxed. You don’t mind of course because you know, Eddie is just your friend. He’s made that painfully clear that he just sees you as another one of his guy friends, which is fine.

Then one day, he’s walking around town and he sees you in the video rental store talking to Robin. You guys are going crazy over something and he realizes you’re giggling and there’s something else… he can’t put his finger on it but he knows he’s blushing. He better go say hi and see what’s so funny.

He walks in and Robin greets him half assed as soon as she recognizes who it is and gives him a witty one liner.

“Whatcha guys talking about?”

“Oh Robin was just telling me about the new Tom Cruise movie that just came out. Apparently Nancy is reeeaaalllyyyy into him but he’s not really my type”

He stands there a bit dumbfounded

“You’re… you’re talking about.. Tom cruise? And your type?”

“It sounds silly but Robin says it’s a good movie! Maybe I’ll have to watch and see what Nancy sees in him” you and Robin both laugh at the thought a little bit

Eddie is just staring at you, realizing he’s caught you talking to your friend.. about boys. and he would have this ridiculous epiphany. “You really are a girl”

You stiffen a bit and it doesn’t go unnoticed “Uhh yeah… last time I checked Ed, what have I been this whole time? An alien?” You’re not dumb, again, you know exactly how Eddie saw you but this just drove the knife a bit deeper.

“No that’s not- I didn’t mean- no I just-“

Robin let’s out an exhausted sigh “look dorky ozwad, just because she plays dnd with you and goes to concerts and knows how to hang doesn’t make her any less of a girl. It’s the 80s dude, girls can like fantasy and metal just as much as they like romance”

Eddie stands there dumbfounded, he’d feel like an idiot. He knows it shouldn’t matter and to him it still doesn’t. He just never realized how “bro-y” he had been towards you. And it makes him feel silly. Now everything makes sense as to why he always likes to watch you smile and laugh (he’d do anything to make you laugh) or why he always wants to hang out with you. He likes you. More than just a friend, and not even just because you’re a girl- because you’re YOU. He just forgot that sometimes to get the girl, you have to treat her with a bit more rizz than he would a guy friend.

He’d be standing there an awful long time and your also standing there in silence, blushing profusely at everything that just unfolded. Of course you told Robin about feeling just like another one of his friends which would have been FINE with you.. but it wasn’t really. You wanted him to look at you differently, not entirely, but just enough to see you in a different light.

After that day he does. He notices the way you greet everyone with a bit of a pep to your step. How you always make sure you have a good outfit, even when you’re just lazing about. You always are prepared for every situation, and most of all, he notices every kindness you share to those around you. You’re sweet, you’re nice, and you’re so pretty it’s ridiculous. He’s been so blind this whole time because on top of all that, you go into battle every week during hellfire with no mercy. You go to metal concerts and are in the middle of most mosh pits. You are able to stand your ground in any argument big or small, and you can out do any of the guys in any random prank or dare.

You are perfect to him. He knows this. Now he has to figure out how to make sure YOU know he thinks you’re perfect.

He has no IDEA where to start

“I NEED ADVICE” as he slams the doors to the video rental place, to see not only Robin but also Steve. Perfect.

“Whoa dude okay are you finally ready to listen to other things besides screaming for 10 minutes?”

“For the last time, it is music, and no that’s not what I’m here for” he’d look at Robin and she’d smirk “ahh.. you’re finally here for lady advice I see”

“Lady advice? You? Who’s the lucky gal? Is it y/n? Took you long enough-

“I KNOW I know but I don’t know what to do.”

“Just you know.. treat her like a girl

Robin elbows him “dude, come on, what era are you two from? different wording. Treat her like she’s special. Treat her like you would do anything to make her happy”

“I would do that, but I don’t know HOW that’s why I’m here”

Robin groans “look, you guys hang out ALL the time, SURELY you’ve noticed SOMETHING she wants a guy to do for her”

something a guy could do for her…

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The next morning you’d be making your way to your locker when you notice Eddie is already there.

With his hair pulled back into a low messy bun. And he’s wearing a button up. And he looks like he’s either going to freak any second or faint in the process.

“Good morning Eddie. What’s with the get up? I’ve NEVER seen you this formal… are you wearing cologne?”

“Haha yeah uh- um- I am. I was trying to smell nice compared to the normal weed, beer, and cornflakes-“

“I like your normal smell”

“What? No that’s not- we’ll come back to that” You’ve been there all of 10 seconds and he’d already be flushed. you giggle and only just realize then that he’s holding something behind his back. He pulls out a bouquet of flowers, beautiful and bright

You feel so bad for trying not to laugh. He notices immediately and starts to regret everything. Of course you wouldn’t like this, or him. He puts them away but you’d grab his arm back out and take the flowers, still giggling to yourself

“I’m sorry, sorry, I’m being so incredibly rude. This is VERY sweet of you, but this is SO out of character for you. What’s going on?”

“Well you know.. after the other day with Robin I realized I’ve never really shown you.. how.. I feel about you? And like sure we play dnd together and you come to my concerts and we are together all the time because I love being around you but you.. deserve to be treated like you’re special. Because you are.. to me..”

He wishes the ground could swallow him whole

You look at him with those gentle eyes and you look back at this bouquet he’s brought you and you just smile so big. “Well.. you certainly have made me feel special right now. But next time, just know you do not have to dress up like a job-monkey. I think your jacket is hot enough”

He lights up “really? You like my jacket?”

“Duh. I like everything about you, even the nasty things, and believe me you’ve got those. But I like that you treat me like me. Like a person. Not just a playtoy or separate species. I will admit though, it would be nice if you held my hand or showed any kind of affection”

He’s looking at you dumbfounded. You’d just take it as your cue to grab his hand and start walking towards your English class together. You stop by his locker though so he can change and eventually the two of you are just as you were, but a little bit more. He gets more comfortable with you and eventually everything works out as you planned it- after all, flirting with boys especially Eddie isn’t rocket science.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #i dunno I was just like thinking about dorky Eddie

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