✧･ﾟ: 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 :𝐃

MOTIVE...

a/n: ZOOWEMAMA, NEW CELEBRITY CRUSH UNLOCKED. Yes, I DID JUST WATCH THE NEW HUNGER GAMES, AND THIS is PROBABLY LIKE THE ONLY TIME I WILL SAY, THAT ONLY THE YOUNG CORIOLANUS SNOW IS HOT; the movie was good asf, low-key jealous of the actor who played Lucy like I would love I mean love to just be proximity 5 feet or less like he is just so hot. **

warning: mentions of violence (threats), smut, p in the v, penetration, fingering, bathroom sex, enemy lovers trope...proofread (?).

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

word counter: 1.8k

You were perfect, the embodiment of a perfect daughter, student, and personality. You carried yourself with grace, and made yourself known as an individual with class and intelligence.

You have an outstanding academic standing, high grades, good social points, and were popular with your peers. A person with all that must have someone to be rival with or a person trying to one-up them. In this case, it was true for you, the last name Snow, made you snarl. The name Coriolanus Snow, made you grimace even. He was always one step ahead of you, if you were two, he would be one. It made you resent him in every single way.

Today was reaping day...the anniversary of making the district pay for their uprising against capital control and authority. You were wearing a black dress with a scoop necklace and small cut diamonds sowed on your dress, making it look like the night sky, it fell to your knees. Pearls waiting on your neck with matching earrings and a dashing pair of bloody red lips to match the blood that was ready to be spilled in the arena.

The building was busy with students, excited for the games to begin. It was supposedly going to be last, but you knew it was a lie. Why would the capitol stop the games, weren't their enemies not rebelling against them enough? Vigilantly waiting for it to start, holding onto a delicate glass cup with some liquid poured into, it as you sipped from the glass. You were conversing with a few of your peers, not friends. You weren't considered them anywhere near you, there were just walking money bags that socially and economically fueled you.

"Y/N, how would you prophesize this year's hunger game will turn out ?" Festus said, you looked at him. "Well...I, presume that it going to end as fast as it started" You declared, smirking against the glass before you sipped the liquid inside your cup, "I don't expect any of thoses things to survive fast" Felix agreed with your thought, "The same" Arachne added.

You loved basking in the attention of others, made you feel like you had some power, and if people liked you. They would agree, give, gift, allow, and offer anything to you. It was shortly outlived, "Finally, the star pupil," Arachne said, their attention turning to Coriolanus, and yours flickered to him as well.

You bit your lip at the scene, glaring at her before you looked at him. "That's a snazzy shirt, what are those buttons.. tesserae?" Arachne marvels at his shirt, picking out several details, you put your hands covering your mouth to hide your smile.

"Hm..that's why they remind me of the maid's bathroom," Coriolanus remarked, looking at the button, turning his attention towards the group, "Not surprising with the people you associated yourself with, Coriolanus" You commented, taking a sip from your drink, faintly tilting your head to the side, denoting Sejanus's presence from afar.

"How malicious of you, y/n. That was the most humane thing you ever displayed to me" He said, his eyes and yours making contact with each other, making the room oddly tense up. "I'm tender-hearted but not a charity" You affirmed, the grip of your glass getting harder as you spoke to him.

Were you jealous, no, never. Why would you ever be jealous of him? Maybe it was his high intelligence, the way he carried himself, his charm on everyone he talked to? or everything that was neatly wrapped in a silky satin red bow, that was an embodiment of himself. It was funny to you, that you had this 'discreet' loathe for someone, and that person was in less than 6 feet of you, proximity 2 people away.

"Well, I heard this year there is something called the 'Plinth' prize" You turned your attention to Felix talking, "Something about Doctor Gauls' being in the building, Plinth.." Felix turned his head, "I mean just look at his spawn" I turned my attention to Sejanus from afar. "Who knew you could buy your way into the capitol?" Felix finished, "Well, money does control everything" you muttered, cocking your eyebrows.

"Well, you can't buy class, I mean...have you looked at his mother's outfit, Oh sorry, his ma's..." Festus mocked before the group snickering, "Dress a turnip in a ball gown, and it will still be begged to be mashed" Coriolanus joked, flickering his eyes away from Sejanus.

"Don't do that we all know you like him" Arachne commented, " I don't like him, Arachne. I tolerate him. He's District" Coriolanus finished, cutting her off completely, made you amused. "That's a low blow" You mockingly did a sad face at him, "The low blow is being district" Coriolanus muttered, you smirked at his actions.

"Tolerate him, just don't encourage. I heard these games how immoral these hunger games have been, putting him in the arena must—" Festus spoke he cut himself short as Sejanus walked toward the group. The whole thing was funny, snarky remarks being thrown, and your lips were graced with a smile every time.

Your ears heard the ringing of the bell signaling the start of the reaping. You got into your seat, sitting right next to Arachne.

It went delighting, well for you. You got a capable-looking tribute, she looked promising to you, and her name was Hera. Interesting to give a poor girl, a high-class name. You were in the bathroom, powering your nose, fixing up yourself. Puffing the power puff on your face, leaving your face having a matte finish. Applying your signature color on your lips.

Your ears heard the door opening, but your eyes didn't bother to look at the person who came as you were too busy with yourself.

Feeling a pair of hands on your waist, your eyes flickering to the mirror, looking at the one who was responsible, only to met with the eyes that you so daintily hate. You quickly turn yourself around, "What are you doing here?" You exclaimed, turning your attention to the blonde that came in, Coriolanus. "Do you know what bathroom you're in Coriolanus?" You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

"It didn't bother you then, why now" He walked closer to your awaiting form, "Then, I didn't resent you," You stated, feeling his hands on your bottom, lightly spinning you in a halfway motion. "Are you serious going to this in the bathroom.." Your eyes darted away from him, "What if I said, yes?" He lifted your head up narrowly so that your eyes met his "...what if we get caught?" You really did hate him, how he made you feel, how he controlled you, but it felt natural to be obedient to him, his cold stare meeting yours.

"Let's wait still we do" He leaned towards you and whispered to your ear, before taking you by surprise, taking your body and placing it on the marble of the cold bathroom counter. Making you hiss from the temperature change, his actions were rushed taking your tights off with the motion of matching colored panties, discarding them somewhere else.

His lips latching onto yours, leaning you back to the mirror, your arms holding down for support. Moans trailing down from your lips, groans from his, your hands on your cheeks, feeling his tongue exploring the caverns of your mouth. Opening your eyes slightly from the hungry kiss, catching your gaze at the growing size that was bound to be released from his constricted black pants. You withdraw from the kiss attempting to catch your breath, feeling yourself unravel in front of the blonde gentleman. "Just put 'it' in already" You whispered, hanging your arms that lack strength on his shoulders, "Not yet, my dove" Feeling his fingers dancing under your dress, his finger making contact with the sensitive parts of you, making you shutter.

"Coriolanus....be gentle, you know im sensitive" your lips pouting before feeling the intrusion, making you jump in your skin. Your languid moans being ripped out from your throat, while he pushes you further, pushing the digit further in and taking it out, thrusting in a frantic style.

Your body jolted and bounced back from the force he used. He edges you on, till your skin is covered with a layer of sweat, and everything around you makes you feel hot. You needed to get out of his dress in some way, it was another layer that denied you, the friction you needed.

His slender fingers carved a way into you, reaching into parts of you didn't know you had, your head hung low, feeling embarrassed from the vulgar things you both were doing in the bathroom, the feeling of being caught was only a chance but was never low. Your eyes hesitantly look at the door, feeling your skin pricking, distracting you. "Coryo...I'm close" you whispered, something in him erupted when you said that, that..very nickname. His fingers removed themselves from you, making you quiver, dissatisfied.

"Y/N..I want you to use that name...every time I thrust into you" He spoke, his very words made you wet, if not impossible more attracted. His hands on your upper thigh, pulling you towards him. Propping your hip at the edge of the counter, your cheeks were flushed, knowing what was next.

Next thing you knew his pant were discarded like your panties, and feeling him lining up with your slit. His hand is on your waist massaging the muscle, before he pushes his hips to yours, the intrusion feels better, moans trailing down on your lips. His hip colliding with yours. Your ears hearing him groan in pleasure, your own mind on cloud 9.

Feeling yourself getting needier for a sort of release or satisfaction.

"C-coryo, I'm close" you whimpered, your skin feeling more hot, your dress making you uncomfortable. His cock fucking into you, your body jolting at the frantic push into you. Hooking your arms around, feeling yourself almost unraveling, "Me too, my dove" Coriolanus groans out, his hips snapping back into you. Before you felt a crash of waves coming down on you, your gummy walls clamping down around his cock. Hearing his groans in your ear, as he thrust into you a few more times before pulling out of you, and spilling himself on your stomach.

Heavy breathing was all you heard, no words just your body growing tired from the minute. "You did well" his hands caressing your cheek gently. Your lips parted, as you stared into his icy-like eyes. Your chest heaves out, placing your hands on his, leaning into his embrace.

You hate it, but you can't understand why you love it at the same time...it fills you with confusing thoughts, but every time you look at the same blonde gentleman you thought you were to loathe, but your heart skips a beat.

You gave him back a small smile. Finding yourself surrendering and freezing into the snow and frost—and your heart being held with a lock and key.

POV: you called the slasher a munch.

n.o.t.e.s - the slashers reacting to you calling them a munch >3, I just wanted to write something and it's still February.

+ Drabbles

w.a.r.n - Ice spice fan (?)

w.c - 347

featuring - Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher.

Michael Myers

∙ He would be lowkey kinda confused about what a munch is.

∙ Imagine him standing there menacingly, and you're literally crawling on your back, spitting profanities.

∙ You called him a munch when you were running away from him, trying to at least distract him.

∙ Probably scratched his head when he heard the word and cocked his head.

∙ He would just stand there, looking at you confusedly.

Jason Voorhees

∙ This baby would be so confused when said it.

∙ Cocked his head to the side, just standing there, breathing.

∙ I just imagine him just muttering a little "what?".

∙ He would just lower his knife cutely, so confused about what you said.

Freddy Krueger

∙ Probably would tell you to shut the hell up and stop the accusations.

∙ I feel like Freddy would deadass know the meaning of it since he literally kills children, and teenagers have probably heard the term before.

∙ His eyebrows just twitched as he just looked at you.

∙ Probably mad and pissed, just makes him want to kill you more.

Billy Loomis

∙ Similarly, like Freddy, stop the accusation and looks away from you with his face full of red.

∙ He would probably be in disbelief. Probably play it off and ignores you for the whole day.

∙ Your probably gonna be his first victim after you said, 🙏

∙ Imagine your running away from the killer and he just stabs you in the chest, and mutters: "I'm never eater, just a killer".

Stu Macher

∙ Stu would definitely, and I mean definitely prove how he munch and would say it proudly.

∙ Would literally be confident, of this guy an eater just look at him 💀.

∙ Imagine hanging out with him and the whole group, at the water fountain like in the scene from the movie. -And you called him a munch and he like "Are you telling me, that I eat you out so well"

∙ And you're like just standing there blushing.

@everyone:

Hey guys! I'm not dead...

but it is clear to see that I haven't been posting on Tumblr as of recently, I have been mostly on a03, writing some silly fanfic there and posting there.

So yeah, I'm lowkey back in my stranger things era, isn't that crazy. ( BTW it's season 2/3) but I'll be back posting soon, after finals...hopefully

Hello!! Could i request a Heather duke x Fem reader smut! You can really write it in any style you’d like, thank you

"Our dirty little secret"

n.o.t.e.s - Heather Duke is lowkey an underrated character I don't be seeing people writing about her.

w.a.r.n - smut, fingering, scissoring, cunnilingus.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Heather duke x fem!reader

w.c - 1.1k

You were surprisingly invited to Veronica Sawyer's house, you knocked on the door of her house, waiting outside, dusting off your skirt, while you waited someone to open the door for you.

You were met by her mom, as she welcome you into the house to the backyard where they were playing croquet with there mallets matching the colors of their outfits. Stepping onto the grass, getting veronica's attention, waving at you.

Veronica place her mallet onto the side and sped walked up towards you, "It was good for you to make it, Y/N" she said, before pointing to where the heather were playing.

"It was no problem" you said, giving her a smile before walking towards where the Heathers were playing croquet.

Obviously there was Heather Chandler, Heather Mcnamara and Heather Duke, that you shared some classes with, and doing a project with her.

You strolled into her backyard getting the attention of the Heathers, especially Heather Duke, she started staring at you when you got here.

Before Veronica introduced you to them, Heather Chandler was already dismissive of you, just viewing you as a low class, Heather Mcnamara just secretly waved to you, as Duke said nothing to you.

"Wanna play a game of croquet, I got your color, f/c" she offers you a f/c mallet, "Come on, it gonna be fun" she said, before you grabbed it "Your on, Veronica" you said, smiling at her.

A few turns and plays passed, you hit Heather Chandler's ball through the hoop, making her groaned in annoyance, as you just smiled at her. You manage to caught Heather Duke, staring at you catching her in the act, before she looked away. her cheeks before flushed.

"Where's your bathroom, Veronica?"you heard Heather Duke ask Veronica, "To the left of the living room!" she shouted before she hit her ball through the hoop.

"Nice" you said, before Heather Mcnamara went, her mallet and ball matching her yellow aesthetic.

A few minutes passed, "Jeez, where duke?" Heather Mcnamara said, leaning on her mallet, asking out loud. "Maybe taking a shit or something" Heather Chandler said, before hitting her ball with the mallet.

"She's taking a long time, I'm going to check up on her" you said, before laying your mallet down, "Alright" Veronica said, before you went inside the house.

Walking down the hallways to the guest bathroom, Duke was in before you knocked on the door. "You okay in there" you said out.

Seconds passed before she respond, "Yea" it sounded like she was unsure, "You sure" you said, "I'm positive" she said.

Her voice seemed unclear, hearing muffed moans coming from the bathroom, "Duke, let me in" you knocked, you heard some more things before she opened the door.

Entering the bathroom, blocking her way. Closing the door behind you, "What were you doing?" you said, crossing your arms together, "Nothing" she dismissed, "Are you sure, it seemed like more than that" you pushing her towards the counter, whispering in her ear.

Your bodies were pressed up together, purposely grinding on her, gently picking up her face. Flushed with red on her face, her red lipstick was ruined too.

She was too embarrassed to answered you, leaning your body weight to hers, "I saw you looking at me, Duke!" pointing at her.

"What do you mean" she cocked her head, "You were starting at me, ever since I came into the backyard" you teased, grabbing her legs and pushing her, forcing her to sit on the bathroom counter.Your fingers lightly dancing on her upper thigh.

She pressed her legs together automatically. "It was obvious" you whispered into her ear, before gently grabbing her face, pulling her into a kiss.

Her fingers in your hair, as you pulled out from the kiss, your fingers playing her lips. "Your cute when your shy" you teased.

"Shut up" she barked, looking away from you, before she had time to react you ripped her legs apart, pushing her down on the counter, her head hitting the wall, "Ow" she whispered,

"Oh stop being such a baby" you snapped, opening her legs apart.

Hearing her audible grasp, "May I?" you whispered, leaning into ear, just for her to look away from you. Teasingly taking off her green panties, "Don't tease me, L/N" she mutter under her breathe, you just nodded and smile. Shoving a finger inside of her, hearing her moan.

Thrusting your finger in and out of her, slicking covering your fingers. "Holy shit" she moaned out, her back arching.

"You like it don't you" you smiled at her, putting more fingers into her, her groans being heard, plunging your finger deep inside of her core. She covered her mouth, suppressing her loud moans.

You wanted to tease her more, before you pulled out of her. Your fingers covered in her juices and slick.

"Look, what you did, Duke" you barked, she just looked at your finger, still in her high.

"Lick it" you order, forcing your fingers into her mouth, feeling her tongue swirling around your fingers, before you took them out.

"Good girl" you grinned at her, fully removing her panties.

Making eye-contact, while getting between legs, putting your legs on her shoulders, your head between he legs before you started ravaging her, lapping at your cunt, as she moans loudly, her legs wrapping around your head.

Her hands getting lost in your hair, licking at her cunt, playful diving on her clit, her back arching. "F-fuck" she sputtered out, her chest heaving in and out.

Your tongue going further into her, making her groan. Looking up at her, making eye contact. Her appearance disheveled, her hair a mess, same thing with her makeup.

She looked like a work of art, thank to you.

You gave her a smile, before going down on again. Her legs squeezing your head. You arms grabbing them and spread them out.

"Y/N, I feel it coming" her moans becoming more violent after the others, "Cum on my tongue, Duke" you order, before lapping at her cunt.

Before feeling her liquids coming on your face, before licking them up. Coming up from underneath her, "Damn, Duke you got it all over my face" you said, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Her form still tired, laying on the wall. Her face still bright red.

You just gave her smirk, before reaching for a tongue and wiping yourself of her juices, before opening the door.

"Make sure to make it quick, Duke. There waiting on you" you winked at her, before leaving to go back to the game of croquet.

Veronica spotted you, and the Heathers. "What took you so long, Y/N" Veronica asked, leaning on her mallet.

"I was just trying to help Heather out" you shrugged, "What is she doing in there" Heather Mcnamara spoke out, questioning you.

"Taking a massive shit" you dismissed her question, "Now, let play another round of croquet, hey?" you said before giving them a devious smile.

Hobie with a scene gf

n.o.t.e.s - HOBIE IS JUST SO UGHH, LIKE AHHHH.

w.a.r.n - fluff, maybe some nsfw mention, me jst being obsessed with Hobie.

p.a.i.ri.n.g - Hobie Brown x fem!reader

w.c. - 330

☆ You guys would look like the polar opposites of your bright style compared to this own punk style, and spikey look. I don't even think anyone knew you guys were a couple until you had to tell them.

☆ Like you would probably beg him to match with you. I imagine you both wearing a cheesy, bright neon shirt with a mustache. He would dig it though, even though he was being teased for it. He wouldn't care because you enjoy wearing it with him.

☆ You even made him another shirt in his style too, like imagine walking up to him and holding his new creative shirt at him, with a smile, and like he is just like a blushing mess.

☆ Imagine Hobie teaching you how to play the electric guitar, and after you get the hang of playing the guitar, you get a guitar similar to his and you decorate it with bright colors.

☆ Whenever you're in a different dimension or area you would buy Hobie more pin badges for him for his jacket, literally buying everything. Just surprised by the tiny to big-sized pins, even buying one that matches him.

☆ Hobie would always think making a song for you was cheesy, but he would still make one for you just serenading you.

☆ Imagine you and Hobie just making colorful boom bracelets, and you make some for him with skulls and little guitar charms. Like he would wear the bracelets 24hrs a day, literally never leaving him.

☆ I'm a firm believer that Hobie can sew, like imagine if you had like a backpack and you broke it, he would sew it back together with different pattern fabric, giving it a colorful design.

☆ Hobie helping you sew <3

☆ If you are addicted to drinking Monster, you would definitely surprise Hobie by you collecting Monster cans and turning them into different shapes.

☆ You guys would have matching snapbacks, no questions asked.

i don't think i will be finishing this one augh 🥺

a/n: Where is the Luke Riordan fanfic?? Like I was shocked cuz where is my sexy flame boy, like come on, you guys are ghosting me with this shit like please more Luke fanfic.

warning: drugs, smut, p in the v, penetrating, protection used, orgasm, hookup implied, protection used, party sex, alcohol mention, some cheating, maybe a rebound (?). *Luke and Cate did break up, so luke baby is alive 💓💗💞.

pairing: Luke Riordan x fem!reader

word counter: 2.2k

Parties weren't my thing, well I would to some of them if my friends asked or were going, but I would be probably just drinking something or on my phone scrolling on my Instagram feed. But, for right now I was dressing up for it, and one of my friends was going. She was pretty popular around campus, she was blonde pretty, with nice brown eyes. Her name was Harper.

I was at my vanity fixing my top, it was a Halloween party. Fixing the top, adjusting the strings, tightening it up. It was a little too tight, looking at the mirror. My bosom was almost spilling out, rubbing my sides. I was thinking of doing some costumes from Legally Blonde. You know when Elle gets tricked into wearing a costume to some party. I was already in the hot pink tights, just missing some bunny ears. I dust some light blush on my cheeks, eyeliner, and some gloss, and put my hair in a half down and half up.

I had some pink high heels in my closet to wear, checking the time it was about 7:50 pm, the party started at 8 and probably would last until the morning hours of 2 or 3 am. I applied some mascara onto my lashes, looking at the mirror and the compact mirror in my hand.

I put my bunny ears on my head, brushed the sides of my hair, and put some red lipstick and some gloss on top. Looking into the mirror, as I tried to pose to be more confident for the party. Harper and I were going to match in some type of way, she was going to be some Playboy costume, so we would have the same bunny aesthetic. Was it too much, I stood up and spun around in my mirror. I didn't want to be a Debbie Downer and change, so I was going to wear it. I walked into my closet, taking out a long pink fluffy jacket to match my outfit, and wearing my heels. Standing a bit taller, it was a lot. I felt some buzzing from my phone, opening it and looking through messages.

Harper: Y/N, I'm at my car right now, you almost done with your costume. - sent

Y/N: Yeah, I'm done, im going to be down in 2 minutes - sent

Harper: Alright - sent

...

I zipped up my jacket, got my dorm keys and my ID into my bag, put it on my shoulder as I opened the door, and walked out. A few people were outside, studying for a bit. I felt a little naked in this costume, crossing my fingers that it wasn't cold outside. I went down the stairs to the Polarity statue, where Harper was sitting in my car, waiting. "Harper!" I yelled, she got off of her phone, and exclaimed back, smiling. "Omg, you actually wore it" She looked at me, "Yeah, It's a little tight but It looks good right," I said

"Of course" She smiled, and to her promise, she was wearing a Playboy costume hers was tighter than mine and revealed more skin, but that was Harper's nature. "Come on, let's go!" She pulled me by my hands and we got into her car and drove off. I was hoping we could get into our dorms without getting into too much trouble. The drive wasn't long, about 20 minutes and we were there at the party. Some sororities house, some red solo cups on the grass, some people already outside making out and whatnot, "Come on, Y/N, don't just stand there" She exclaimed, taking my hand and we walked into the house.

I knew, almost like I predicted it. It smelt like liquor, perfume, sweat, and a bunch of other smells, some people in their costumes, some of the seven, some of Marvel or D.C. superheroes, and others from some horror movies. I turned to my side and Harper was already gone, 'Fuck' I whispered, before walking to some bar in the kitchen and sitting down on the stools. There was a bartender there serving some drinks as people danced away. "Can I get a piña colada?" I asked before the worker left to make the drink, I looked at the dance floor. Bodies rubbed on bodies, it was a scene I guess. Looked like everyone was enjoying themselves except me, but it was just the usual. Hearing the glass on the table, I took it and drank it whole, sitting myself as I listened to my thoughts.

I heard a glass colliding with the wooden counter of the bar and looked to the side to see someone familiar. It would be weird to stare, wouldn't it, but I wore it was someone you knew or saw before.

I tried to peep again but failed to see anything else on the person's face. This was awkward, very awkward. Before I heard the person talk up, "So, what are you doing here?" He asked, looking directly at me.

'Holy Shit' it was Luke, Luke Riordan like the guy who is like the number one. Golden Boy, Golden Boy himself is talking to me, breathing right next to me literally speaking to me. I had a mini fangirl session before I snapped out of it and answered him back, "A friend asked, and I agree, so that's why I'm here" I smiled at him. "Nice costume" my cheek heated up realizing he was looking at me, "I'm Ellie Woods, from legally blonde" I replied, "-And your ghostface, nice" I looked at him, "So..where's your mask?" I tilted my head, "On my belt, just in case" His smile made me have chills down my core.

He looked perfect even in the hot, sweaty environment we were in. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't even do anything. I felt my core getting hotter and my legs getting stickier.

"What's your name?" He asked, "Y/N and I already know you, your Luke right?" I hoped to not sound creepy, that I already knew him. "Yeah, how did you know that?"

"Your really well known, I guess I just picked up on you. You do know your are really easy on the eyes" I tried to flirt with him.

"Hey!" I looked at him, as the bartender came to him, as he ordered something, "Two shots of tequila" Before the bartender poured them out of the clear bottle. As the bartender slid them onto the counter to him, before he offered one to you. "Shots?" He asked, "Hell yeah" I took the shot and gulped it down, as the liquid burned down my throat to my chest, "Fuck that's strong" I heard him groaning out, it made me feel hot. But you knew that you couldn't do it at all, he had a girlfriend.

You weren't an asshole to break up someone's relationship for something petty like a sexual conquest. "Um, why did you really come here to talk to me.." I spoke out, biting my lip. "I thought you were cute" My heart started beating up faster, "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I bit my lip, "Oh, me and Cate..we broke up, she cheated on me with my best friend, pretty shitty isn't it?" He sipped more of the drink, he ordered in his glass cup. "Oh, gosh...I'm so sorry" That was a pretty shitty way to get broken up with, but at least I didn't have the guilt of being a home wrecker.

"I know," He said, rubbing his temples. The scene was awkward, I didn't want to pity him any further, but I was oddly turned on by this. But you didn't want to throw an opportunity away. It would be one in a chance.

"Do you want to feel better, I know a way" I placed his hand on his upper knee, tilting my head, suggestively. I guessed he got the message before I took his hand, and followed me into a random room. I really didn't know my way through the house but I was able to find a free room.

I pushed him onto the bed. I closed the door behind me, before getting on top of him, hooking my hands on his shoulder, and placing my lips on him. I felt his hands on my side, moving lower down to dangerous parts of me. Grinding down on his growing erection, Withdrawing away from the kiss. "Woah" I smiled at his reaction, "How was it" I cocked my head at him, rubbing down at him.

"That was fucking awesome" I pinched his cheek, "Your adorable" I smirk. He rubbed my ass down to my upper thighs. I felt his hands warming up under my tights.

I took my hands off of his shoulder, before losing off the corset that held me in its confined. I felt relief from taking it off, throwing my corset top somewhere else. His eyes darted to my chest, "Like them?" pressing them together, I felt myself getting wetter as he looked at me. Before I felt him flipping me over, feeling my back hitting the bed. My legs crossed each other as I held them up. I turned my head to the side, looking at him, opening my legs.

"Are you hard right now?" I teased, feeling some heart from his hands, melting away my tights. Before I felt him rip them off my legs. The flimsy fabric was ruined, "You ruined them" I faked my sad expression, "I'll replace them" he rubbed the upper parts of my thighs, taking my panties off of me. His hands stretch the lips of cunt, making me moan out. "S-stop, it's embarrassing" I turned my head away from the scene, "Fuck your soaked" He spread me apart, and his fingers slid into me, moaning on impact.

My legs trembling from the intrusion. His fingers curled into me, making me bend back, my hands gripping the sheets, his fingers thrusting into me in a rough motion, "FUCK!" I cried, my chest rising up and down. "Your sensitive, aren't you" He was staring at me, analyzing what I did, making me squeeze down on his finger, making him groan, "Shit, I'm sorry" Before he took his fingers, some clear slick. He licked his fingers clean, I didn't know if this was even real. Luke Riordan literally fingering me and licking my juices. I propped myself on my elbows before looking up at Luke taking off his pants.

His dick leaning onto his stomach, standing up. "Holy Shit" I muttered, it had a red tip and pre-cum leaking out of the tip, and it was bigger than you thought. I felt his hand on my ankle dragging me onto the edge of the bed, spreading my legs apart. "L-luke" I moaned, He had a condom in his hand, taking it out of the golden package, "W-wait, let me put it on" He placed it in my hand. I place it on my lips before taking the shaft and using my mouth to put the condom on.

I leaned back putting my legs up, as he put his hand on my thighs and slid himself into me, I moaned out. His dick abusing my cunt. Tightening against his cock. I heard him groan, The friction made me feel wetter. His hand on my waist, his dick stuffing me full, his hips snapping into me. His hands cupped my chest, playing with them. I felt his mouth on my peaks, making me bend. "Luke" I moaned.

I turned my head to the side, flickering my eyes away from him. My chest heaving, my body is feeling hot, and feeling sticker. I felt his hand roaming on my body, flicking my nipples, making me shiver in pleasure. His hands moved my body to the side, as he lifted my legs onto his shoulder, thrusting into me. Feeling him reaching a deep side of me, I flickered my eyes at him. I felt my abdomen feeling hot and bubbling, tightening against him before he groaned. "Luke..I'm close" I wailed, "Fuck, I'm close too" He rubbed my waist, making me mewl out.

I felt a wave crash down on my body, as I moaned out, gripping down on the sheets. His pace slowed down as he plunged into me, making me twitch. His pelvis collided with mine, as he thrust in, before releasing his load. Before he pulled out of me, before typing it up and throwing away the used condoms.

I was tired and sweaty. I put my hand over my eyes, trying to hide from him. I really didn't realize that it really did happen. Having sex with Luke actually did happen.

Leaning up on your elbows, "You okay" I turned my head at Luke, sitting on the side of the bed. He was still half naked, "Yeah.." I laid back down, "Could I hug you?" He asked, "Um, sure.." I felt the bed dip as he crawled towards me and his arms around my waist, leading to the side of my stomach. It was a little awkward but wholesome, I didn't know what to do but I rubbed his head. It lasted for a few minutes before I closed my eyes and slept off.

Please i need the fic of homelander asking "would you love me if I was a worm"

"C'mon," Homelander encourages, rolling his hand in an impatient, urging motion. He's smiling, but you can see the slight edge to it. "Just say it, and we can move on." "This is very silly," you say, arms crossed, fighting back a smile. "Yeah! Yeah, of course it is. It's a silly, stupid little question," he agrees, albeit a little too intensely. His smile borders on uncomfortably wide. "So just... answer it."

He isn't going to let this go. Your playful avoidance has morphed the initially harmless little joke into something more severe. He's tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair. His smile has grown a touch unnerving now, not at all reaching his eyes. You're going to have to answer the question.

Hauling yourself up from your own seat, you make your way over to Homelander. You bend down to balance your hands on the arm rests of his chair, meeting his eye level. "I would make sure your enclosure was always a humid 70, you'd have the finest soil, and only the freshest compost," you say, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "You would be the most loved little worm there ever was."

When you draw back, Homelander's expression has become sly, like the proverbial cat that got the canary. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you down into his lap, nuzzling at your neck just to savor the way it makes you wriggle. "Theeere, was that so hard?"

Laughing, you twist to face him. "Well, would you love me if I were a worm?"

"Oh, absolutely not," he says, immediately feigning profound disgust, using his tongue to make a revolted noise afterwards. "Can't stand worms."

You give an outraged laugh, smacking him right in his thickly padded chest. "After all that? You asshole." He grins, holding you tight. "Relax, babe. You wouldn't know any better. You'd be a worm."

You should have said you'd feed him to the fish in Deep's aquarium.

Made some alternative signs ^^ he loves you ALL

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warn: a short sad drabble

notes: I felt like doing something sad.

Inspo: Here with me by d4vd

"Miguel is everything okay," you said, coming into the room, walking over to him as you, hanging your arms over his shoulder, hugging his body, your head softly digging into his neck.

"Why are you crying" you murmured as you blinked your lashes at him, "Hm?" you turned your head to him, turning yourself to him and sitting beside him.

You wiped his tears from his cheeks, cupping his face together and looking at him, "I don't like when you cry, my love," you said. Miguel quickly took your body into his chest, squeezing you softly.

"What happened" you whispered, you felt wet tears on your shirt, his arms squeezing you tight.

Miguel stares at your face for a while,

"Power off," Miguel said, your body went limp in his arm.

But you weren't real, even if he wished it. You are just a figment of his imagination, something that was there but never real. As he touches your face, but wasn't your face.

He was still hanged up on you, and he knows it.

As he holds your robotic-like face in his hands. 'Your' glaring glass eyes stared into his own. It was something so sad, that he couldn't take it back. Your shadow was still staring at him.

A moment of regret that he couldn't take back from your death. But it was far too soon. You were already gone, already 6 feet down.

All he could do is mourn after your death. He stares off at the glass display of your once-worn spider suit, still retaining its glory as you wear it.

Even if he tried going back to a different dimension where you were still alive, it was bound to happen again, once more.

Your photo still sits in the same spot on the nightstand, where your smiling photo with you and him was taken on your birthday.

The fresh wound still bleeding out and the grim scene was a picture still in his mind. As he hugged 'your' body tighter as if it was real.

Every time he stares at the photo, it brings him back to the day you died. Rain pours onto his body, as it muddles his blood, mixing into the dirt, water, and blood. Your eyes flicking as life fades through your eyes.

Tears escaped your eyes, "Miguel, I don't wanna die" You looked at him, that was the first time you saw his face painted with fear. That was the only thing you saw on that day, before fading into an endless abyss.

But I guess he was far too late to ever bring you back.