@everyone:

Sugar and Sweet

I DID IT I FINALLY WROTE IT 😎

Paring : Dark!Coriolanus Snow x bimbo reader

Warnings : degradation, yandere, smut...

From the moment the midwives handed his daughter to him, Casca Highbottom knew he would do everything in his power to protect her from the horrors of the world. With your mother passing away a few weeks after your birth, leaving your father as your sole parent, it came as no shock that you were a complete daddy's girl.

You were a pure soul, a little angel without a mean bone in your body, always trusting and kind towards anyone you met, albeit some would snicker behind your back, calling you foolish and naive, but for the most part, people couldn't help but be drawn towards your sugar and sweet personality.

The first time Coriolanus Snow saw you, he was eight. You were a little thing wearing a puffy pink princess dress and playing on the swings with the boy from the Plinth family when a group of elitists came to mock the boy. Usually, Coriolanus ignores the ruckus, thinking himself above it all. On that day, he couldn't help staying and watching as you stood in front of Sejanus and told the bullies to leave him alone. Of course, that had ended with you getting pushed down and scraping your knees; luckily, your father had arrived just in time to save you, "stupid girl." Coriolanus mumbled before leaving the playground.

That was all years ago. Now, at eighteen, Coriolanus was far from the little boy in the playground; having become an excellent actor, never letting anyone notice the imperfections of his life in between the cracks, and you, oh how he hated you with your pretty (h/c) hair and perfect life, the little darling of the academy, always surrounded by people trying to carry favor with you in hopes of getting in the good graces of your father, everyone knowing how much Casaca Highbottom spoiled his precious daughter.

"I hate her." Coriolanus would whisper breathlessly, waking up from another one of his filthy dreams with you in it, "You're mine !" He'd moan in the shower, hand on his cock, as he imagined you on your knees struggling to fit all of him in your mouth.

Anyone else would've had a hard time hiding their desires, but Coriolanus was different; he'd been aloof when he saw you that day, smiling as if he hadn't just cleaned the bathroom tiles at his home after he'd cum with thoughts of defiling you.

There was only one person who saw through Coriolanus's acts, Dean Highbottom saw the boy for what he was, a vicious snake biding time before striking, so he had tried everything to keep you away from Coriolanus, but you simply ignored your father's warnings, "Coryo's a good person, papa !" Words that made the aging man worry for you more than before, but try as he might, you still continued to spend time with Coriolanus, much to the boys' satisfaction.

It all started when a professor paired the two of you to complete an assignment. Despite popular belief, you were actually quite intelligent, a fact that shocked Coriolanus, who only saw you as a pretty fool. During the time spent together, you'd developed a crush on him. Who could blame you...He was just so charming, with pretty blue eyes and Icy blonde hair. He noticed, of course, the way you'd blush and stutter around him, and he used it to his advantage.

"I don't love her," he'd remind himself while kissing your pouty lips. "I'm just using her to get back at Highbottom." He'd think, as you gave him a kiss on the cheek holding the rose he gave you, so why did his blood boil when he saw you giggling at something Sejanus said or the sweet smile you gave Felix after thanking him for helping you get a book from the top library shelf...

Even now, with him on top of you as he trailed kisses down your neck, he didn't want to believe it. "Do I actually..." No, of course he didn't. He couldn't possibly have fallen in love with you; that was ridiculous. You were too sweet for his taste, always bringing him little snacks you made, holding his hand in reassurance when he took you to his mother's grave, telling him you were so happy he was your boyfriend...

"I...I love you, Coryo." You'd cried doe eyes filled with tears as he rutted into you for the first time, his cock so deep you'd felt it hit your cervix, your virgin blood staining the silky sheets of your childhood bed "f..fuck." he'd groaned, biting your already brused neck, "Say it again." He demanded it this time, as he trusted in you faster and harder, desperate to have you speak the words to him again as he filled you up with his cum.

"I love you too..."

Coriolanus mumbled, running his hands through your soft (h/c) locks, having finally come to terms with his own emotions as he looked at your sleeping face, your hands clinging on to his bare chest right on his heart as if you'd known the beating organ was yours to claim all along. There was no denying it anymore. "Snow had fallen."

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Might do a part 2 if I'm motivated enough 💅🏼

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@everyone

Guys, I'm sorry, for not posting this almost entire year, I've been really freaking busy with everything, and I'm so freaking sorry for not updating! But trust and believe, I will post just like past schedules like last year, and new fics will hopefully be coming in 2025.

HEYY!!! Can you maybe write a fic or small drabble where fem!reader wants hobie to hang upside down so they can ‘spider man kiss’.

(also i luv the way you write hobie :P)

Spider Kisses

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

“What’re you— oh!”

small thingyyyyy, added a little twist tho C:

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“Hobie?” Your voice rang throughout the empty alleyway behind your apartment, light disappearing behind the building wall your lover was currently — decorating.

“Wh— Oh! [Name], babe, come look a’ this.”

You partner turned to you, currently hanging from a suspended pole connecting one building to another.

Webs wrapped around his ankles to keep him hanging upside-down. Left hand holding a green can of spray paint, and right holding a paint ridden cloth.

His shirt was riding up (down?) due to gravity, the small peak of skin covered in different paint streaks that matched the tones the wall was now bearing.

“what’re you doing up there?”

He shook the van again, spraying a little detail onto the mural, then wiping a line through the fresh paint to reveal the colour underneath.

“‘M paintin’, love.”

He turned to you, synthetic eyes wide and emoted.

“C’mere, come try.”

He shook the cloth in a ‘come hither’ motion, paint flecks landing on his shirt. You approached him happily, getting close to his mask-clad face.

“Don’ get too close t’ the fumes now, babe.” You rolled your eyes at his playful tone, turning back towards the art to get your first real look at it.

A low whistle came from behind you, “Nice view.”

“Shut it, bug.”

“Arachnid.”

“Whatever.”

You felt Hobie grab his web, releasing his ankles and dropping down by one arm. His feet hurting the ground with a small scuff.

Taking the first good look at his creation, you noticed how you were the centre of it. A dazzling smile with your features painted in a light you’d never known. He’d made you feel so beautiful.

The colours behind you complimented the shades of your hair and strokes of abstract making your features evermore admirable.

“Jesus, Hobie — this is gorgeous.”

“All you, babe.”

He crowded up behind you, letting his slender hands carter’s the skin along your waist and stomach. His muffled voice dropped low to your ear. “Like this, doll.” His right hand travelled up your arm, sliding over yours and disconnecting to wipe at the fresh paint.

His left hand stayed put against your abdomen, squeezing unconsciously. He handed you the cloth, watching your fingers wrap around the fabric and bringing his hand back to your upper arm, rubbing along your skin in a soothing matter.

“Now drag it along there, yeah? Right where it’s still wet.”

You snorted at the innuendo. Hobie scoffing at your childish thoughts and softly pinching your skin.

“Oh, grow up.”

You refocused, dragging your hand along the shade of purple and blue. Streaking them together and revealing the pink underneath.

“Good, you’re a natural at this point.”

You laughed lightly, turning your head towards his.

“It was one stroke, Hobes.”

He winked, a devilish smirk rising his smile lines. “All it takes wit’ you, ain’t it?”

“Oh my god, you’re crude.”

“Nah baby, ‘m honest ‘s all.”

You brought your hand back towards you looking up at the painting again. "Finishing touches."

You gave him a quick, curious "hmm?", before you felt the cloth leave your hands too fast for you to realise. The "thwip" of his webs alerting you of his methods — right as the sound registered in your head, he had shot another back onto the aforementioned pipe, and reached to swipe at the paint around your hair, melting it into you and making you stand out stark against the cohesive colours. "Looks good, dun' it babe?"

"Uhuh."

He spared you a glance, smiling under his mask at the distracted sound of your voice, when he caught you watching him, and not his painting — he could excuse it.

A thought had breached your head, one that had been popping up ever since you had gone to dimension 1806 with him.

—

"Hobie, I'm not a spider person! I can't leave!"

"But I made you a watch?" "

Yes— thank you, I love it. But also that's not the point."

"But the watch.."

"Fuck, fine. Whatever. Don't use that tone on me again."

"Say it's for science."

"Fuck science."

—

That day you had found something.. intriguing. A comic. With a rather interesting cover design. Spiderman — not yours — plastered on the front, upside down, with his mask folded up and kissing Mary Jane. It was probably the most romantic thing you'd ever seen. And now you had the chance.

"Baby."

Hobie stopped wiping the excess paint, giving you his full attention. "Yeah doll, what's 'e matter?"

"Can you— do the thing.. you were doing before?"

He gave you a quizzical look, eyes in his mask squinting. "Painting? I'm almost done, sweethear'. Now I just got'a wipe way the—,"

"No.. no, the uhh.. Thing."

"Babe, ya' gon' have ta' be a bit more specific."

"The— upside down thing."

He snorted. Still hanging from his left hand. "Wh— yeah? I can do it, but—,"

"Don't question my decisions, Hobes."

"God damn, sweethear', speak t' me like 'at more often."

You laughed just as he did, glee falling from your lips as you shifted closer to him. He twisted his body to raise his legs above himself, wrapping the webs around his ankles once more.

"Now what—"

You brought your hands up to his spandex covered cheeks, tracing the lines of his cheekbones under the soft skin of your fingers. Tracing your hands higher, you toyed with the lip of his mask. Exposing the skin of his neck and watching his Adams apple bob out of nerve. "Can I?"

"Whatever you want, Luv."

You rolled the mask just past his nose, hooking it over his bridge, surprising him. He opened his mouth to question why you hadn't taken the whole thing off, before your lips stopped him.

He melted into you, your hands stroking over his cheeks and chin.

It was awkward trying to find your position at first, but you both quickly adapted, his hands finding the belt loops of your jeans and tugging you closer to him. You smiled into the kiss and he followed, laughing about how this was the motive to your request.

Your lips disconnected and he grinned like a fool.

"Tha's why?"

"Oh, shut. It was romantic."

He chuckled again, pulling you in for another kiss.

"Never said otherwise, pretty thing."

—

phone still broken , just like my heart hastag KIILL ME BOW

that was sarcasm but YIPEEEE HOBIEEEE!!!!!

Charade...

a/n: Omg, like guys I'm lowkey obsessed with Coriolanus Snow, like obsessed, but I can't like to stop, like I'm literally going crazy for this white boy like lemme just love you like pleaseeeeee. Also, I got heavily influenced to write this after watching the charade movie, this fic will have lyrics connected to it, so you can listen to it or not, the choice is yours. The song I used is Charade by Henry Mancini.

warning: angst, mentions of some sort of cheating, reader being used, yelling. proofread (?) maybe, idk.

pairing: Coriolanus Snow x reader

word counter: 1.6k

When we played our charade...

You stood there fitting on your dress, one of the maids tightening up your corset on the back of your dress. You were going to attend an event, being seen by the public of the people of Panem. Well, being the first lady of Panem, organizing, and attending thousands of events in your husband's honor. Your role was to keep a smile, even when it was a good time for you or your country. You served the public and served your husband, looking inside yourself into the mirror in front, as the maid finished fighting your dress up. It was a red, burgundy dress that he personally picked for you, to match your husband's suit.

We were like children posing...

You weren't originally supposed to be in the position, you weren't even supposed to be married to him. You only know if when you were kids, him and his cousin, Tigris. You were familiar, knowing her more than you knew him. But time came to pass by, and you managed to know more about him, his likes, and dislikes, he was always around his grandmother when he stopped by you. It was always a vivid memory for you, playing seek with the younger version of himself and running around the park, you really missed him, but now it didn't feel like him at all.

Playing games..acting out names..guessing the parts we played...

Placing your hand near where your heart lay, staring at the mirror hoping it would break. It was a small world, you both went to the same academy, where you met him again after a little time apart, you still sent letters to him though, hoping he read every last word you marked on the page. You manage to reunite there, spending your time with him, talking, walking to classes, and doing everything together.

Oh, what a hit we made...

You felt your heart pumping when you were near him, his nice demeanor making you feel safe. He was your everything, you didn't think he thought the same but you still kept the feelings to yourself. Remember sitting in the library after hours, studying next to him, feeling yourself getting drowsy, almost falling down on your open textbook. "Are you tired?" You turned to him, he didn't look at you, his eyes looking at the textbook. Your cheeks flushed, before he turned to you. You felt your palm getting sweaty, and the pace of your heart increasing, "No" You lied, turning back to your book, "I know when you lie, Y/N" He tapped his shoulder, your eyes widening, "You sure?" You asked. He nodded. You placed your head on his shoulder trying not to make him uncomfortable or distracted. Smiling to yourself, before closing your eyes, you swore to yourself that you saw a little smile on his solemn face.

We came on next to closing...

You were really satisfied when you were with him, a smile never leaving your face. Spending time with him whenever you can, and he loved it too. A smile is always on his face when he sees you in the hallway, running towards him.

Best on the bill..lovers until...

He was familiar with your family. Your mom liked him. Your father respected him. You were happy, but happier when he confessed his feelings to you, your cheeks felt hot. Everything felt like a dream to you, this was what you wanted. His hands were on your face gently, as he pulled you into a kiss, you closed your kiss, loving every minute of it. You felt on top of the world, and your crush liked you back, isn't that what you wanted the whole time.

Love left the masquerade...

Everything took a sharp turn when reaping day came, he was in the top 24th of the best students in the academy, pairing in the Hunger Games as a mentor. You were happy for him, hugging him and giving him kisses. Him, laying down on your lap, as you played with his hair, as he voiced his wants to you. You listened to him, enjoying his ribboning voice to your ears, kissing him on his forehead.

Fate seemed to pull the strings...

Until you saw Lucy Gray, on the holographic screen. You never saw her as an opponent, she actually made you curious, about her voice and how she represented herself. She was from District 12, with a voice only found in the country of Panem, and a nice one too. Your eyes seemed to tune on to the TV screen, watching her. She was going to be the ticket for Coriolanus to win, hoping in your heart that she would win the hungry games. Though she physically didn't suit the standards of a fighter. You gave out prayers at night for her to stay alive for Coriolanus.

I turned and you were gone...

Time... when you Coriolanus would hang out was shortening. His time is consumed by the Hunger Games. Most of his time, his thoughts, and mind went to her. You understood why he couldn't talk to as often as you wanted, but a small part of your heart panged from the thought. Many thoughts rushed through your head, thinking that Lucy Gray would replace you as a seal upon his heart, you tried to wash them out, but couldn't. It was irrational to think that of your boyfriend, you wished you didn't believe too.

While from the darkened wing...

You tried to voice your thoughts to him but were met with a quiet stare. Your face was worried, and your heart was slowly crumbling. "Coriolanus, wait..please!' You exclaimed you cried out, but he kept on walking down the halls, before he turned to you, "Y/N, how can I..pay attention to the games, if you distracting me" That was the first time he raised his voice at him, your eyes widen, you felt your eyes getting glossy. It was the first time he ever raised his voice at you, "C-coryo, I'm just worried, please" You begged, he was getting irritated by you, "I just don't want to lose you" Your voice died out, your chest heaving, tears leaking onto your cheeks. Hearing his footsteps coming closer to you, his hands on your cheeks, "There is nothing going on with me and Lucy Gray, alright" He looked at you in the eyes, and your stomach dropped. Before he released it and walked down to the halls where the games were going to resume.

The music box played on...

Your heart beating in your chest, as you collapsed to the floor, Wanting to tear up but couldn't feel anything to let out. Your heart pumps a sad symphony as you place your hand on top of your chest, holding yourself close.

Sad little serenade...

You watched on your TV, your siblings, and your parents peering into the television. As you walked to the parlor room, looked at the television, looking at Lucy Gray being the last one alive in the games. Your heart jumped, feeling elated for Coriolanus and his victory being secured. You wanted to run to him, hug him, give him kisses on his cheeks, but the pang still ringing in your heart. Knowing that the seal of his love was won by another person, though it wasn't official, you still felt it.

Song of my heart's composing...

You went to the academy, going to your classes. You wanted to see Coriolanus, and hug him after his victory, waiting what felt like hours for you to go and run to him. Entering into the classroom and sitting down, looking to the side where Coriolanus was supposed to sit. It was weird, your dear Coryo. Would never missed any days of the academy anything, he always put his education first. You turned to your left, seeing Clemensia. Wasn't he his partner in class, "Um, excuse me. Have you seen Coriolanus" You asked, hoping for answers for yourself. She shook her head... wasn't it strange. The day after his win, he was magically gone. You needed answers...

I hear it still, and I always will...

The news hit you like a truck, Coriolanus volunteering his time in the military. it was odd, his goal, or dreams better to say, was graduating, and then going to a university, it didn't make sense at all why, he would go that route. He wouldn't do anything, he didn't tell you, right.

Best on the Bill...

You wrote letters, though time did pass

you still wrote letters to him, though you didn't send them, not knowing his direct location, but you hoped he was still alive, safe, and sound. Sending some prayers for him to come back, every day and night. Though you didn't give him a proper goodbye, you still felt you were entitled to do it.

A total of three years passed, you counted them. 365 days every year, waiting for him to come, maybe for you. But you just wanted to see him again.

Charade...

You heard a knock on your door and opened the door to see a matured Coriolanus at your door. Your heart dropped. It didn't feel real to you at all. You wanted to cry and hug him, but you kept yourself composed, looking him in the eyes, he didn't say anything. He offered you a dehorned, red rose. His appearance changed, his blond curls shortened, he was wearing a red suit and his face was stern, less gentle than you remembered. You took it, placing it in your heart, "I missed you" You whispered, feeling tears rolling down your cheeks.

But now, you are in his mess. Going out into the hall, as he waited for you, putting your hands around his, he turned to you, whispering into your ear, "You look beautiful" As you both walked into the awaiting people, waiting to see yours and his appearance.

Hearing the symphony die out, as you reached the shining light of the chandelier above.

This making me smile sooo much 😭😭😭💓😵, Karen is so cute 💓😭

So I had a Kenny request that I've always wanted to see made

So readers family is wealthy but it's not nearly as noticeable as token because they have a normal house and shop at normal stores.

Nobody really knows that Y/N has money, they just think it's cool that they have a PS5. Reader has a crush on Kenny and hates what his family goes through. They send money to his house with no return address, sneak groceries into the kitchen when nobody's home, and they even got Kenny a phone with prepaid service cards.

One day Karen sees Y/N putting new toys in her room and tells Kenny who the family's angel is.

Kenny with a family angel rich s/o💸🛍️🍱

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🐁

He doesn't even know that you're rich because you kept it a secret. Even if Kenny did know you were, it wouldn't change his perspective about you. You seem like a nice person and he liked that. But what he doesn't know is about you having a crush on him and being the one to provide his family with a healthy life.

He sort of recognized that something was wrong when he saw all of his everyday worn parkas in the closet all tidy and neat ready for another day of being worn.

He even looked around his room to see that it was all clean WTF?! no miceholes, no cracks or holes in the walls, and no trash laying around. It was completely sparkly and clean.

When he went downstairs, he found his parents in a shocked and confused expression. He looked to see what his parents were confused about, and electricity was on in the whole entire house.

Heck, they don't even remember paying the electric bills and somehow it's paid! And when they all looked in the kitchen, it was filled with groceries and food supplies for them!

Looking around their house again, completely....the whole entire house was clean and fixed up and not looking like a run down building.

Are they grateful? You bet it! Especially Kenny.

He's happy that he doesn't have to worry about his room being infested with mice or other insects, his parkas always being clean, and he finally gets to eat healthy and delicious food again.

It's to the point his family thinks they're being blessed by the 'family angel'. Little did they know, that it was you all along.

Kenny would know who's been supplying his family with all of this thoughtful stuff and making sure they're healthy.

But he probably knew that he wouldn't be able to find out who it was.

His prayers might have been answered when Karen finds you putting new toys in her room and she immediately recognized who you were since Kenny has been talking about you constantly at school.

Karen ran to her brother's room to go inform him on who the family angle that's being helping out their family was along.

You were going to reveal yourself to him anyways after you were done putting new toys in Karen's room.

And boy Kenny had a shock expression on his face.

You had a big smile on your face as you pulled Kenny into a hug followed with a kiss on his cheek.

"The family angel would like to say that they love you :)" 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

2023 is coming....I'm scared on how the year will turn out to be 😭😭😢😢

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.

inspired by junji ito posing in the barbie box

Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbird and Snakes

Motive - coriolanus x reader

goverment hooker - coriolanus x reader

Charade - coriolanus x reader

make you mine - pervert!coriolanus x reader

ਏਓ `cute little housewife

ਏਓ ` caged

mistress

santa baby

christmas with coriolanus

FAME

PUPPETER

Grim Reaper

Dirty Little Secret

Hot Secretary

malignant

★ Headcannons Bill with reader who a rapper☆

n.o.t.e.s - BILL IS SO MAJESTIC AND GORGEOUS AND SO HOT AND SO WONDERFUL AND AND SOO FUCKING COOL AND SEXY, LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. - also I wonder how different it would sound if there was rapper in the group.

w.a.r.n - fluff, imagines and me being a fan girl.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Bill kaulitz x fem!reader

w.c - 473

★ Being the rapper of the group, you have a jam session with Bill. Since you need your rhymes to sync with his lyrics, sometimes even when Tom is around, he started beatboxing and you would rap your lyrics out.

☆ You would suffer some backlash only because a) you're a girl and b) you're a woman. The fan's girls would go wild on you, like fr they would first hate you, but I see them warming up.

★ Your style would probably have the mix of Tom and Bill style together, Like definitely a snapback, oversized shirt or some bodysuit, cyber glasses, and some slap-bracelets or bead bracelets. -and just for some pizzazz a puffer jacket.

☆ -And with the crazy fan thing. Imagine you performing your stuff, and like you're in your vibe, your zone. And next thing you know you got hit with something by one of the fans in the crowd, like their phone, and ur just bleeding from your nose. And Bill just immediately rushed to you and like trying to help you out, while on stage.

★ let's just say, the fan who did. Got blacklisted.

☆ but lucky you got to finish your lyrics.

★ Imagine doing an interview with the rest of the band, and you're sitting next to Bill. After the simples question get asked like 'What do you do in your free time' or like 'favorite thing to do', and then you get asked the question, "Are you and Bill dating" your face gets red, and you just turn to Bill, who like too stunned to speak, and just blushing.

☆ lowkey, awkward and embarrassing but cute at the same timee.

★ Imagine being in the recording studio with bill, and your having a hard time writing a rhyme or like bar, and he start beatboxing, to trying to make a beat for you, but overall likes makes the both of you laugh.

☆ Bill loves the way you make bars like rhymes in your mind, he thinks there cool that out of nowhere you just start writing things down from rhyming and sounding out words.

★ Imagine, like coming up with a lyrics and you started like saying it, but it's like super fast like rap god fast, I just see bill sitting there with a smile just blinking at you and clapping from how good it was.

☆ ngl if you rap like fast in German, I feel it would sound crazy like demonic crazy.

★ He likes it when your bar goes with the rhythm of the song and it all just comes together, but it likes acapella too.

☆ definitely likes your flow and style.

★ He finds it entertaining when you rhyme two drastically different thing together and some how make it sound good, like rock and pillow

meow meow 'omelanduh

also lets ignore how messy of a drawer I am. I’m rusty and haven’t drawn in literal forever 🥲