Guys, Sorry For Not Posting And Not Replying To Any Of Your Guy's Comments And Also The Ask. I Was Just

Playing basketball with the spider characters

n.o.t.e.s - I don't even know at this point 💀

w.a.r.n - crackfic, idefk, this before miles got hunted down by grown adults and children. Not proofread because it's 3 am, and I just listen to pinktape 💣.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - various!spider-verse characters x reader

w.c. - 1.4k

It all started with a simple game of basketball on the court of the Spiderman HQ, practicing some passes with miles, as he looked a Gwen, accidentally getting slammed in the face with the basketball.

"Oh shit, sorry miles!" you piqued, as you put your hand on the side of your head, bending over to help him up from the ground.

"Shouldn't have been staring at Gwen for too long" you snickered, while you grabbed the basketball from the ground.

"Yeah, yeah" Miles groaned, rubbing the place he got hit, "Now, let's play some basketball, gotta get your head cleared" You threw him the ball with some force, placing your foot on the court before he bounce the ball on the court.

"Come on, miles. Your knew the guy, people said you were good and tough" you teased, "I wonder if you got weaker," you said.

"Yeah, yeah get into the game," Miles said back before he dribbled the ball before you chased by the court, swiping the ball from him and shooting a 3-pointer, as Miles fails to smack the ball away from you.

"You said you gotta better Miles, what happened" you laughed, before dribbling the game, swerving your body away from Miles intercepting the ball from you, just to score on him again.

"That was just round 1," Miles said, before stretching his arms, before he looked at Gwen.

Gwen just looked at Miles, shaking her head with a laugh

"Better not lose, your girlfriend here" you said.

"SHE NOT MY GIRLFRIEND, yet" yelled out, mumbled the last part.

"Yea sure" you spat.

Before you knew it you manage to make the score 18 to 7.

"Come on, miles, why are you so tired" you teased, as you looked at his tired hunch back form, "Just give me a minute" he wheezese.

"Been 2" you said, before bouncing the ball around him. As you looked at his form running to sidelines as Gwen gave him water to drink.

"Come miles, where was all the talk" You gave him a smug grin, as he chugged down the water.

Before you turn around to see Hobie and Pavitr walked into to see the noise, as you bounced the ball onto the ground mocking Miles.

He glared back at you, "Oh, Hey Hobie, hey pavitr! Wanna join the game" you exclaimed. Pavitr immediately said no, knowing he gets crushed by you. It was infamous that you know to get a little competitive when you play any type of sport or do a challenge with anyone.

"No thanks Y/N, just trying to see what was happening" Hobie took his hand out of his pockets, walking towards you.

"What happened to Miles" he questioned you, knowing what probably happen.

"He challenge me to baseball, so I did" You gave me a cheeky smile.

"Oh, I see. Well, Miles, it was good to know you" Hobie came up to him a pat his back, putting his hand into his pocket as he sat next to Pavitr.

"Come on miles, time is ticking," you said before Miles walked into the court. Not some long, you scored on him more and more. And the loud noise of the buzzer got more of the attention of the Spiderman variants, walking into the court, as miles scored against you, soon more and more people came crowding near the court.

"Oh man, this is rare" Peter walked into the court with Mayday, as Mayday got out of her sling. Crawling to Hobie, as hobie place her into his lap.

As he sat down, "Miles you better win this" he shouted out.

Earning looks from miles.

"Come on Y/N, where was all the smoke," he said, with a smug smile.

"Don't get too cocky, morales" You seethe, catching the game he three at you, before dribbling and scoring it in.

The whole court seemed to get crowded as people started betting on who was going to win. Hobie started to sell tickets to get inside to see the game. The whole crowd was getting loud.

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Miguel walked down the hallways of the HQ, "Where is everyone" Miguel hissed out, as Lyla's hologram figure spawned.

"It seems like they're at the basketball court" Lyla responded by checking the loading of some screen panels, "Seems like it's almost to max capacity".

"What are they even doing there," Miguel said looking at Lyla, "Their game is being held there" she utter out.

"Between who?" he turned around to Lyla's hologram form, "Miles and Y/N," she said with excitement, "Oh that's gonna be fun".

"Well, can you call everyone back to get to work, there whole multiverse worth dealing with" Miguel said before looking at lyla's missing form, she was long gone.

"Oh for god sake" Miguel cursed, walking towards the court.

..

"Hobie, what are you even doing" Miguel crossed his arms, "Selling tickets boss," Hobie said while leaning on his chair, doing a salute at him.

"Besides wouldn't you not want to watch game, Y/N is absolutely crashing miles, it game you can't skip mate" he beckoned, Miguel raised his eyebrows at him, cocking them.

"You can get in for free, since your a big boss," Hobie said, "besides Y/N playing," Hobie said, looking straight into Miguel's blank stare, "What is that supposed do with me?"

"Just get in there" Hobie pointed at the doors, as Miguel shrugged getting into the packets room, seeing you stealing the ball from Miles.

Before he started pushing some variant out of his way before making his way into the court, interrupting the game before you and Miles stopped. "What the heck, Miguel" you exclaimed, pointing a him.

The whole court was silent, as Miguel turned around.

"Are you guys serious, you guys are all here while there a whole multiverse in danger?!" Miguel yelled out, earning some mutters from the crowd.

You placed your hand on your hips as you held the basketball in your other hand.

"Miguel do you ever shut up" you snapped at him, Miles immediately side-eyed you, as Miguel looked at you with a glare, "Excuse me"

"Your excused" You smiled at him, cocking your head to the side.

As Miguel hissed at you, "What if I make you a deal" you proposed, Miguel cocked his eyebrow at you listening, "Play a round of basketball with me, if I win nobody here has to listen to you for a week if you win, then everyone has to obey your command and ill even listen to you" you listed the bet.

"Sure" Miguel agreed.

"Miles, off the court," you proclaimed, "Hey!" he exclaimed.

"Off the court" you repeated to him again, taking a glance at him, as you bounce the ball onto the ground. The sound of the whistle echoed throughout the room, "Well, this going to be interesting" Hobie walked into the crowd where gwen and pavitr was sitting.

"Definitely is," Gwen said, before snacking on some popcorn, as she gave some to mildly upset Miles who sat down right next to her.

"Major" Pavitr said, as he leaned out of his seat.

Soon the game started, and then the score started to begin to tie up, turning into a close game. "Oh jeez, it's a close game," Miles said out, leaning back in his seat.

The time of the final game closed up to seconds, as it was from inception to inception, you were getting tired, as you heaved out. "Y/N, don't tire on me now" Miguel gave you a smug smile while dribbling the ball.

Getting out back into the court, as you took the ball from his ball incepting the throw, as you dribble the ball from him. Swerving your body away from the steal, you dribbled the ball to the hoop.

As a huge, tall Miguel block your view from the hoop, before you curve yourself jump onto him, and dunk the basketball into the hoop forcefully, breaking the backboard. Glass shattering onto the floor, glass going everywhere.

"Oh my days" Hobie stared in disbelief, Pavitr clasping his hand to in mouth in what just happen.

Gwen and miles looked at each other in disbelief, Lyla recording everything that just went down.

Peter just finishing his Spiderverse whopper. Mayday just clapped in excitement, babbling incoherent things.

It was silent before loud cheering was heard.

"RAHHH" you yelled in front of Miguel face shocked face, "Miguel losing was a canon event" pavitr yelled.

"I guess no more listening to you," you said, giving him a big smile, as you stick your tongue at him.

"-For a week" he muttered.

"I can't believe that just happen, Miguel losing" Lyla started laughing.

"You should have seen your face, Miguel, priceless" she cried out.

Miguel just stare at her with a blank expression.

As you danced around Miguel, gloating with excitement.

My Soldier

n.o.t.e.s - back at it again without another one

w.a.r.n - penetration, creampies, biting, choking kink, mentions of alcohol, drug usage/abuse, dub-con to non-con, drugging.TW: HEROGASM

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Solider Boy x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.9k

H-E-R-O-G-A-S-M

The time when supes can go loose and fuck anyone and everything without any problems. Mostly every supe comes to this 'special' occasion to just fuck anyone. It was utterly stupid, you thought. It was the 80's, the fucking breeding place of probably most the STDs; it was stupid to you, made by the American superheroes, the strongest of all superheroes, the riser of the rising sun, freaking Soldier Boy.

The ironic part is that you, even here at this nudity scene, as you walked into the house not bothering to strip, just coming into the party just to be there, had better do with your time. You poured yourself a shot of Bourbon, dumping it into your system; the alcohol was going through your veins. Averting your eyes from the nasty scene before you.

Music was blaring in the house, the smell of sex was clogging your ventilation, and a nudity scene was everywhere you looked. You felt bad for the Sex workers that had to experience this mess; it was honestly disgusting.

In your plane of thought, you were interrupted. Feeling a hand touching your shoulder, " I didn't know you were even going to be here, Y/N," a masculine voice spoke; it made you angry how his voice was just like honey but addicted like a drug. Surprisingly he was fully clothed, and his body was standing over you. You took a breath, turning your body to Soldier Boy; he was just wearing his hero suit but without protective gear, no shield, and no helmet.

Just plain casual.

"Well, you thought wrong," you responded to him, as you cocked him a smile, giving him some eye contact.

"Glad to see that, your prissy bitch, you always were," Soldier boy snapped with his award-winning smile, flashing his white pearls. You refrained from responding to his insult with a negative comment.

"That's just my character" you took a swig of the alcoholic beverage, combing back your hair. The tension between you and Soldier boy was overwhelming, as you looked anywhere to go to or at least go away from certain supe.

You tried not to make eye contact with him, but everywhere else, even more...worse. As you took another deep sip, "Have nothing to say? Did the cat catch your cat" he gave you a smug smirk on his face. You just looked at him, biting your tongue; you came for a good time, not to be bullied by the strongest supe.

"Definitely not by your standards," you snapped back at his comment, flipping him off while walking away. You smile at the agitated look on his face before feeling and hearing a smack on the rear, looking back at the supe that yelled Sure."

You felt your eyebrows starting to twitch, you really hated him with passion, as you brushed the moment. Taking another sip trying to let lost in this shit hole. As you wander around the building, where you only caught the eye of the people literally fucking each other. You couldn't help but have your focus on the current girlfriend of Soldier boy, which was staring you down like you were fucking tickets to a Bon Jovi concert. It was getting awkward, especially since she was wearing a robe, knowing that she was probably naked underneath her.

Hell, it made you fucking uncomfortable.

It wasn't your fault, that her boyfriend flirted with every breathing woman in the world. Brushing your hair away from your head as you feel a bit bold, as you sturting towards her. You felt her uneasiness when you went to her, "Your that press that your little boyfriend is talking to me?" as you leaned your body turning your head towards her, "Excuse me?" she snapped, her face turning red just like her powers by the second, while you kept taunting her.

"You heard me crimson, let's just be honest, you can have him," you said, looking away then back at her.

"You really think you all that" she sneered harshly, biting her lip. "Well, I am, for your own boyfriend, trying to bed me" you winked at her, smirking at her.

You saw her eyebrows twitching as she felt agitated, "Chill, crimson it was just a joke" you got off the wall, and stop smiling at the now furious crimson.

"But take out that stick up your ass and have fun, it's Herogasm after all" you sent her a devious smirk as you walked away from red-headed, as took a swig of the whiskey. There was still annoying music blasting into your eardrums, as you brushed some of your hair strands. "You're looking pretty lonely, do you wanna have a good time" you looked at the masculine voice that was speaking to you, it was a random sex worker, fully naked wearing a collar, "Maybe later, honey" you gently grabbed his chin, and pressed your thumb on his lips, as you whispered to his ear, as you fluttered your lashes at him.

"Jeez, there are weird people at this party" you muttered to yourself. You sat at the bar section, placing the bottle on the counter, in your peripheral vision you saw a familiar supe, dreading the feeling of what gonna happen next.

"I'm surprised you still here" Soldier boy spoke, "-And I'm surprised that your not fucking random woman" you sneered, as you pour yourself a more alcoholic beverage, you drank it down, feeling a burning sensation down your throat as you groaned out.

"I guess we learning more about each other" as he took the bottle out of your hand and poured himself a drink, you snatched it back and poured it into your cup.

"Why the hell are you even talking to me?" you said, as you proper your head up on your elbow. "I would be quiet if I were you, I can't learn something about somebody anymore?" he spoke as he gulped down the liquid.

"I don't like liars, just tell me the truth" your words start to slur while continuing the conversation, you cocked your head slowly, it was only you drinking now, Solider boy just watched you as you drank more of the alcohol.

"I think your interesting, now that's the truth" he chuckled, you buried your face into your hands, as your body felt hot. Soldier boy kept pouring more of the booze into your cup, as you drank more that was poured into your cup, "So that it, right?" you murmured.

"S-so..y-you didn't think of fucking me at all" you breathed out.

While you said that you heard him laugh again, "You must be fucking drunk right now, Y/N" his name rolling off his tongue made you feel aroused and wet, as your nipples perked up, as your hand felt shakey as took the last gulp of the whiskey.

"Gosh" you put your face in your hands, as you got up from the stool, your vision was starting to become blurry by the second, you could barely even see what was going on as you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. "You need some rest, don't ya?" his voice mellowing your whole body.

As you felt your legs dragging against the floor, there were alarm bells ringing in your head,

Fight or Flight.

You couldn't even see where he was taking you, all you saw was just an empty room, feeling your body falling onto a soft mattress.

The sounds of your zipper down slowly, as you didn't say anything, it felt by the second your intimate parts were being slowly aroused. Your breathing was trembling as the realization of the coldness of the air, made you notice that you were bare to his gaze.

"your already wet, aren't you?" he looked at you

Your body was sprawled crossed the bed. The cold air hardened your nipples, small audible moan came out from your lips. Feeling something cold, the light powder being spread on your stomach, "Don't move, doll" he sent you a smirk, the pet name he gave you made even more arousal if you weren't all ready. Feeling his nose on your lower abdomen to your chest, the white substance being vacuumed away with his nose.

His pupils dilated from the powdery drug, "Now, that's it..Fuck!" he grunted, your blurry vision, you saw the bulge growing in his pant, between your legs.

As you heard the jiggling of a belt, he pulled your legs placed them on his shoulder, and positioned himself between your legs. Before you can even process what was happening, "W-wait" you were slowly cut off by him plunging himself inside you, his thick cock splitting you in two, just to adjust to his size.

"Fuck!" you yelled out, as his hips jackhammered into your folds, as several moans were released from your mouth, covering your mouth and muting the moans rolling out from your tongue. Solider boy lowers his lips to your ear, "Don't hide your moans, doll, just became my naught girl" he purred into your ear, as he rolled his hips into your pelvis.

Slightly having his hand pressing onto your neck, taking some oxygen from your head, feeling more delirious.

Spring up with breathy moans, as your back arched back. Wrapping your hand around his neck loosely, trying to secure yourself, while he thrust inside you."M-mmm..fuck!" you moaned out, your breast following the moveth of your bouncing body, as it bounced very thrust he made. While sharing hot-messy kisses with him, his tongue dominated yours, as you pulled away from him, sharing a string of saliva between your lips.

Panting out as he abused your cunt, "H-harder" you moaned as the rhythm of his thrust only got more aggressive by the second. "Shit" Solider boy panted out, flipping his hair away from his face. Feeling the crescendo of your climax, as you moaned out, coming on his cock, Your body felt limp, as you looked at him in a haze. "Be a good girl and flip over" he ordered, you oblige.

Your face was now covered by the pillow, muffling the sound coming from you, feeling your ass being raised up, positioning himself inside you once again, jackhammering inside you non-stop. More aggressive, the pain that simmered into pleasure turned into raw pain, as he kept abusing your body. Having your orgasming more time, as you moaned out.

Grabbing the bed sheet, he fucked you into them, and you were panting. "I-it's hurt" you whined, feeling your hair being pulled, arching your back awkwardly, "You better take it, I wonder how that little family of yours, would be able to handle something like me" he whispered into your ear, your eye widens to do what he information he said, tears was pricking to the corner of your eyelid, clenching on his cock, he kept going into you.

He released the bondage of your hair and forced your head to fall down onto the comfortable mattress, You helped but to produce more tears, not at the pain but at what would happen to you and your family.

You heard grunting from him, as your head was buried into the pillow, as you clutched onto the sheets for dear life. Hearing more grunts, before feeling hot liquid being spilled inside you, hearing a languid groan from him.

You whimpered into the sheets, as you panted out. Your body was dripping and sweating, your body collapsing onto the bed. Salty tears were being produced from your eyes, as your breath hitched.

Your hair stuck to your face, and drool was smeared on your face.

"Tired already" you heard Solider boy's voice, sending a chill down your body, he darkly chuckled at you. You were scared to make contact with him.

"We still got round 2"

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.

@everyone and @mutuals:

Y'all I just finished watching episode 8, I'm getting a shirt with Hughie's name and face, with I Love You Hughie on it. Omg, my baby is literally so smart, I love this man.

(let's pretend he didn't fuck the doppelganger)

@everyone:

Guys, I need someone to yap to.

THE PENGUINS FACE-

Their dynamic, i swear:

Open Wounds | 18+ - Dark Fic | Chapter One

Summary: Soldier Boy sets his eyes on a new project – one that takes an interesting turn. 

Chapter Tags: drug use, SB being a bastard as usual, flirting, hints of grooming, mentions of underage, minor underage Chapter WC: 2835

A/Ns: Commissioned by the lovely @synmorite! When I started working on this fic, SB hadn’t appeared in the show yet, so a lot of it was guess work and my own ideas of him as a person and his story given the tidbits we’d had up to that point. Now the season has aired, I’m realising there are several ways my SB differs from canon, so sorry about that! We’ll call this my version of SB! Ahaha

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Soldier Boy’s POV

Smiling for the camera, Soldier Boy feels his cheeks hurting, the bright flash of light invading his vision for a split moment, before it’s gone again, and he sees spots of it left behind for a moment or two. As soon as the cameraman moves away, the smile on his face drops, and he looks around the quiet conference room, noticing Ashley approaching him. 

“Are you ready? Everyone is so excited to see you!” she busies, reaching up to tug on his suit. 

He moves out of her way swiftly, reaching for his flask and unscrewing the cap. “Not yet,” he tells her adamantly, before taking a swig of bourbon. 

“Everyone’s been waiting for over an hour,” she starts to stress, biting her bottom lip. 

“Let them fuckin’ wait,” he grunts, frustrated by her persistence, “I’m worth it, aren’t I? I’ve been gone forty fuckin’ years, another hour won’t kill ‘em,” he smirks, replacing his flask and flashing her his signature cocky grin. 

“Of course,” she swallows, nodding and forcing a smile. 

Soldier Boy rolls his eyes, turning his back on her as he heads back over to the table he’d been sitting at before the cameraman interrupted him, and he resumes his seat, picking up the metal straw and lining up the end with the line of white powder. 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? There’s a lot of press out there, fans…” Ashley worries some more. He looks up from the table, setting her a long hard stare, and Ashley relents, clearing her throat. “I’m going to make sure catering haven’t fucked up the entrees,” she excuses, finally leaving him alone. 

Soldier Boy sighs, returning to what he’d been doing, placing the other end of the straw up one nostril, blocking the other as he inhales deeply. He brushes the underside of his nose, sitting back and waiting for it to kick in as the door opens. He glances towards it to see yet another face he doesn’t want around him enter the room, her red lips curled into a smirk. 

“Nice to see you haven’t changed,” she comments, sauntering towards him. 

“You have. You’re fuckin’ old,” he comments, setting her a hard stare. Like before, his intimidation seems to do very little to her, and he watches as Crimson Countess approaches. She sits down on the table directly in front of him, her own smug grin on her lips. “What the fuck do you want?” he grunts. 

“Now there’s no need to be like that, Ben,” she coos mockingly, leaning closer, bringing her cleavage closer to his face. “We had something pretty fuckin’ good between us.” 

“Forty years ago, sweetheart,” Soldier Boy reminds her. “Before you started that freak show honoring me, instead of fucking finding me.” 

Crimson purses her lips, leaning back just a little. “I thought you were dead. I fuckin’ mourned you.” 

“Not fuckin’ hard enough. Bet you barely let the fuckin’ ink dry on my death certificate before you were making fuckin’ money off of me,” he accuses, rising to his feet. Her eyes follow him, and she clenches her jaw softly. “Stay out of my fuckin’ way tonight.” 

He storms towards the door. Not that the supe wants to go to a stupid party anyway, but it’s preferable to being alone with that washed up traitorous bitch. Besides, he supposes it might be fun having a whole night celebrating him. He plasters the fake smile on his face as he feels the coke starting to kick in, and heads towards the party. He bursts through the double doors onto the scene with his arms spread out wide. 

“You guys looking for America’s first hero?” he asks cockily, grinning widely at the way everyone stops what they’re doing to turn and look at him, applauding and cheering at his presence. 

Once again flashes start to blind him, but he stands and poses, smiling brightly for every single one, fully aware of the amount of eyes on him. 

“Crimson Countess, one with you too,” one of the photographers calls. He turns his head to see her making her way into the room, looking at him a little hesitantly. 

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he calls, holding his arm out invitingly. “Just like old times.” He hugs her in close as soon as she’s next to him, and together they smile for the camera. 

Once he’s decided they’ve had enough, Soldier Boy shoves Crimson away, heading towards a waiter holding a tray of canapes. He eyes the sushi type snack and tries one, deciding he likes it enough to take the entire tray, and begins to make his rounds around the room, putting on the charm and laughing at the guests whenever they say something they think is funny. 

It’s barely five minutes in that he’s bored and feels a headache brewing. Ashley keeps excitedly introducing him to people in Vought that he doesn’t recognise. Apparently all of the team he worked with are dead or retired now, and he eyes the new team suspiciously, secretly pleased to notice the slight tremor in their voices as they talk to him, clearly eager to impress him and stay in his good books. He’s used to being the best person in the room, and he’s glad that forty years away hasn’t changed that. Being the first supe was always a responsibility he didn’t ask for, but he supposes the benefits have outweighed the disadvantages for the most part. 

“Excuse me, sir?” Soldier Boy looks down, finding a boy around stomach height grinning up with him, his two front teeth missing. “Can you sign my comic book?” 

The supe looks around the room to find who the little brat belongs to – what are kids doing at this kind of event anyway? – But he doesn’t lay eyes on anyone that wants to claim him, not that Soldier Boy blames them. He forces a wider smile regardless and bends slightly. 

“Sure can, sport,” he agrees, taking the book and pen from him. His eyes land on the very bad depiction of him, and frowns slightly. He doesn’t look like that, that man is ugly. He flicks through the pages, seeing the juvenile ‘danger’ that the comic book puts him in, and then can’t help but laugh at how pathetic it all is. “Used to love these as a kid,” he tells the boy, covering his tracks, and then scrawls his name over the cover. 

“Freddie, there you are. I’m so sorry, Sir,” the woman blushes, trying to usher her son away. 

“No worries, Ma’am, always happy to meet a young fan,” he insists, smiling so hard his jaw hurts. “Just keep a better eye on him, hm? This isn’t a place for children.” 

“Of course, sir,” she replies, nodding her head and only blushing harder. “Thanks again.” 

Soldier Boy smirks slightly as he hears her scold her son the whole time they walk away, unable to stop himself from checking out her ass in that tight dress she’s wearing. 

“Soldier Boy?” he sighs heavily when he hears the tone of Ashley’s voice behind him. 

“What?” he barks, turning around frustrated. He clips it short when he sees she has a guest, and puts the smile back on his face, already exhausted by the entire evening. He’d forgotten how hard it was to act for so long. His eyes land on a middle aged woman beside Ashley, and when he looks back at her for an explanation, she speaks up again. 

“This is Nicola Y/L/N, her father served alongside you in the war,” Ashley explains. 

“I don’t know a Y/L/N,” he tells her as politely as possible, already bored with the conversation. 

“That’s my married name, Sir, my maiden name is Keller. Arnold Keller?” she questions. 

“Arnie Keller,” he remembers, the smile on his face wavering for a split second as he remembers the weedy teenager that used to follow him around like a fucking shadow. That kid barely gave the supe a moment with his own thoughts. At first he liked the admiration. Arnie treated him like a God, and who doesn’t want to be reminded of their superiority in that way? But soon it got fucking irritating. “Great guy,” he lies. “I’m sorry I never got to see him again.” 

“He’s still alive,” Nicola beams. “He’s just over there.” 

“Oh, perfect.” 

Soldier Boy internally breaks something – maybe Ashley’s neck – but instead follows on behind Nicola towards an old man in a wheelchair that resembles nothing like the Arnie he knew from war, besides the signature way his nose bulged on the end just a little. 

“Arnie! Surprised to hear you’re still alive, old friend,” Soldier Boy announces, clapping his hand down heavily on the frail man’s shoulder. 

“Dad doesn’t speak much anymore, not after his stroke, but his mind is still all there apparently,” Nicola explains softly, smiling warmly at her father. 

“Now that is a shame. Arnie used to spend night after night telling me all kinds of stories,” Soldier Boy pretends to reminisce fondly, secretly elated that the son of a bitch won’t be opening his mouth anytime soon. That’s the last thing he needs tonight. 

He notices two more people approach, a man around Nicola’s age – the supe assumes her husband – and a younger woman, still in her teens, he guesses. 

“Sir, this is the rest of our family,” Nicola explains. “This is my husband, David and our youngest daughter, Y/N.” 

Soldier Boy locks eyes with Y/N, noticing how her eyes widen a little, sparkling in excitement as she smiles at him. 

“It’s an honor to meet you, Sir,” David speaks up, holding out his hand. 

“Of course,” Soldier Boy smiles, moving his attention swiftly onto their daughter. “Y/N, you look beautiful tonight,” he compliments, holding out his hand. She giggles a little as she takes his hand, and he’s quick to turn the back of it so he can kiss it softly. “Sorry, guess I’m an old fashioned man,” he apologises, flashing her a wink as he stands up straight again. “I forget that you folks don’t do that sorta thing anymore.” 

“Don’t apologise,” David insists. “It’s good to see some old fashioned chivalry again.” 

“Indeed,” the supe agrees, his eyes once more wandering to Y/N and the way she’s looking at him, all wide eyed and hopeful. He glances towards Arnie again, seeing the slight crease in the old man’s forehead as he furrows his eyebrows and Soldier Boy laughs softly to himself leaning in closer to Arnie’s ear. “Don’t worry, old friend, we both know I’m nice to the ladies.” He claps his hand on the old man’s back again, and looks between the family. “If you’d excuse me, I think I’d like a drink.” 

He glances at Y/N one last time and then heads over to the bar, flagging down a waiter and ordering a bourbon. His eyes scan the crowds but inevitably land back on Y/N, noticing her looking over at him across the room. He flashes her a smug grin, taking a sip of his drink. He never did like Arnie. What an annoying parasite he was. It could be quite fun to fuck with him now that he can’t fight back. He finishes his drink and licks his lips, straightening his suit as he picks up on the music they’re playing. The kinds of songs they’d play in music halls when he was younger. 

He takes a deep breath and heads towards the dancefloor, noticing other couples slow dancing together. He stops as he gets close to Y/N and bites his bottom lip for a moment. 

“You don’t mind if I dance with you daughter do you, David?” he asks politely, already holding out his hand for her. She looks at her father excitedly, and Soldier Boy cocks an eyebrow, daring David to disapprove. 

“Of course not, sir,” he agrees, slightly flustered by the question. 

“Thank you, I’ll bring her back safely, I can assure you.” Soldier Boy winks at them, and then takes Y/N’s delicate hand, leading her over to the dance floor. 

He lets the silence grow for a moment between them as they sway, relishing in the nervous glances Ashley keeps sending his way. Eventually she approaches, playing with a strand of her hair. 

“Sir, I think you should mingle,” she tells him far more politely than usual. 

“This is my party, if I want to dance with a pretty girl I will,” he insists, flashing Y/N a wink. 

Ashley forces an awkward chuckle. “I really think that dancing with a teenage girl should be low on your list tonight.” 

“Relax, Ashley,” Soldier Boy insists, pushing Y/N out at arm’s length and encouraging her to spin. “Gotta keep my appeal with the ladies,” he winks, whispering. 

Ashley purses her lips but eventually relents, leaving them alone. 

“She’s a pain in my ass sometimes,” he excuses, chuckling softly. Y/N giggles, biting her bottom lip. “You’ve not said a single word to me. I don’t scare you, do I, little darling?” he asks. 

“No, sir,” she whispers, looking around nervously. 

“Would you prefer it if we were alone?” he asks next, making her eyes widen. “C’mon, I could do with a break, anyway.” 

Soldier Boy doesn’t give her a chance to protest, and doesn’t look for her father’s approval this time as he leads her out of the main room and towards a quieter office that is empty. He lets them both in and closes the door behind them, gesturing to her to take a seat on the couch. She does so quietly, tucking her dress skirt under her ass before taking her place, and Soldier Boy smirks, sitting beside her closer than is polite. 

“You really are very beautiful,” he compliments, reaching up to brush some hair out of her face. 

“Thank you,” she smiles, biting her bottom lip anxiously. 

“You know,” he begins, letting his fingers ghost down her jawline. “You were exactly my type before… before I was lost,” he words carefully. “I know I’m technically older, but I don’t feel it. Still feel as young as you at heart.” Y/N laughs softly, nodding her head in understanding. “Though, I bet you look at me and see an old man, huh?” he asks, dejectedly. 

“I think you’re handsome,” she confesses, nervously. 

Soldier Boy instantly smirks, guiding her face towards his a little more so he can see all of her. “You do?” he checks. She nods in his grasp. “Well that’s made me feel a lot better, darlin’,” he hums. “Feels good to think I could stand a chance with a girl like you.” 

“I’m sure you could get any girl you wanted,” Y/N offers.

“Well, maybe I don’t want just any girl. Maybe there’s only one I want right now,” he suggests, angling her face to tilt her lips closer to his. 

“Really?” she checks. 

“Mhm,” he hums, bringing his face closer. 

“But I’m only seventeen.” 

Soldier Boy stops, dropping his hand instantly, feeling anger flood his veins. Fucking perfect. 

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” he grunts, unable to stop the words flying out of his mouth. She suddenly looks afraid, nervously biting her bottom lip. 

“I’m sorry, are you angry?” she asks. 

“Well, sweetheart,” he sighs, trying to regain his composure and put on his front. “It’s not ideal that I just tried to kiss an underage girl,” he explains exasperatedly. “You probably think I’m a creep now.” 

“I don’t,” Y/N defends. “And I’m eighteen in two months,” she adds. 

Once again Soldier Boy’s interest is piqued as he considers his options. Two months doesn’t seem that long to wait, not if it’s going to fuck with Arnie. 

“Well then, darlin’, why don’t we continue this on your birthday?”

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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

ਏਓ `cute little housewife

``a/n: I'm back, and I have so many good ideas for Coriolanus it is so crazy, so be ready for that. And also if yall have any ideas DM them or request them <3.

warning: p in the v, unprotective, creampie, somnophillia, breeding kink. ** (not proofread)

pairing: Coriolanus x wife!reader

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It's been too long since you have seen your husband, he was always busy in the capitol.

You knew his schedule by heart, knowing he was mostly busy throughout the day and night. You tried to wait on the parlor, laying down on a velvety couch and resting your head on the armrest. It was already 12 when you looked at Big Ben's clock staring at you. Opening the fridge and placing the food in, stretching your body back. Before walking to the bathroom, turning the knob and the hot water flooded out of the faucet to the tub. Putting your hand in the water, it was warm. It was already too late to wait for him any further, so you thought to get ready for bed.

Putting some bath bombs inside, hearing the sizzling of the bath bomb, with the colorful colors diffusing into the water making it look vibrant. Turning off the running water, strip off the clothing on your body. Stepping inside the tub, relaxing your shoulders, and laying your head back.

Parting your legs, allowing your muscles to relax. "Finally" You whispered, closing your eyes and easing your joints. The steam of the water fogged up the mirrors, You laid down in there for an hour, before stepping out and wrapping your wet body with a warm towel. Putting your feet on the fluffy carpet. You did your usual routine changing into a light nightgown that draped your body fully, it was fairly hot today. Getting into your luxurious shared king-sized bed. Closing your eyes, You slipped into the dream world.

Coriolanus stepped onto the porcelain flooring, as it was the large doors were closed by guards. Coriolanus felt pent up from work, walking down to your guy's shared bedrooms. Taking off his shoes and throwing his jacket somewhere else, loosened his tie as he walked to the bedroom. Immediately looking at your peaceful figure on the bed. He found it cute, walking to your side and looking at your calm sleeping face.

He felt ashamed feeling the need for you, your nightgown was skimpy and it was see-through. Exposing every curve of your body and your breasts. His hand touches your face gently. You did stir from that sudden movement. The sudden movement lifted the blanket from your body, making your body more visible to his eyes, making you stir a little bit. His eyes widen at the lack of panties you had, his hands flipping your nightgown over revealing your slit. The cold air makes you almost wake up before he traces your folds making you tense up, your legs locking in his hand. "Haah~" you moan through your lips at the feeling, Before he gently opens your legs, sliding one of his fingers into you, he hears quiet moans from your lips.

Making him more excited, thrusting a few more digits into you, more moans came out of your mouth, as he heard some groaning. Feeling your cunt getting wetter, he felt you tensing up against his finger before he withdrew. Your were deep asleep, rubbing your legs together. Looking at your figure, your body was hot and a blush covered your face, heavy breathing coming from you. "Please–" you murmured out.

He hovered himself above your sleeping form, being careful to not wake you up, playing with his belt slipping off his pants then his boxers. He line himself to your slit, and before thrusting into you, he groaned out in pleasure. He slid into you before his hips collided with yours, your moans becoming louder, "Fuck" he whispered.

Ripping off the top of the nightgown, rolling your nipples with his finger, feeling your nipples getting harder as you got tighter around him. Placing the palm of his hand on the bed, his hips smacking yours, his ball hitting your lower core. Your walls massaged his cock, as he groaned pushing his cock further into you. "Haah~" moans rolling off your tongue, "Corio~" You murmured.

He grabs your thighs and presses them down onto your chest, he gets on top of you, his chest pressing yours, as he thrusts into you, feeling you tighten around him, his ears hearing your heavy breathing.

You woke up almost as soon as he was getting to his climax, "Honey?" your tired eyes looked at him, rubbing your eyes. Your eyes felt heavy, as you moaned. "Fuck, I just really need you" he growled into your ear, moving out and in, before his lips touched yours, in a hot kiss. a string of saliva between both of your lips, looking down at your core, his cock slipping out of you and forceful going back in, making you jolt. "Corio—" you moaned.

His hips smacking onto yours, his hands putting your legs onto your chest, into a better mating press. He looked at your fucked out face, your body feeling ecstasy and pleasure. You felt his pace slowing down, feeling his climax coming in soon, your eyes looking at the messy scene in between your legs. "I'm going to give a little cute baby inside of you" He groaned into your ear, groping your tits.

Realizing your nightgown was gone, your body is unveiled to him. Feeling his hot load painting your gummy walls, he shoved himself into you, fucking the cum into your hole. Your hands gripping the sheets, as you cummed too, feeling a rush of hot liquid dripping out of you. Before he slips out of you, his soft cock is pulled out of you. You missed the warm length inside of you. The erotic scene of your naked exposed body and your pussy dripping from his cum, your dewy, sweaty body, and the ripped fabric around your body.

You were still tired, and weary. You tried to lean onto the headrest but failed, your back laying onto the soft mattress, Looking down at the mess between your legs. Rubbing your eyes, yawning. "Come" You motioned him towards you, patting the side of the bed, "Lay down"

The way you looked made him hard again, the lewd and vulgar scene of your body, white liquid dripping out of your pussy, your breast decorated with little hickies and bites. Bruises and marks on your waist and your hair were a mess. Sounds of panting echoed in the chamber of the room, he obeyed laying next to you still in the nude. He pushed your body close to you, rubbing your waist gently. Feeling him pressed onto your ass. Feeling him close to made you feel safe, his hand secure around you, you felt your eyes drooping down and falling asleep again, with his hands around you.

He is so hot 💗💗🥵🙏

“The reason why he didn’t carve his name into such an incredible sword… this single character! This sword was forged with nothing but single-minded determination! This sword… was forged for this sole purpose and nothing else!”