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I hate you more! Part 3

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Word count: 737

Warnings: angst

Summary: Reader sabotages Rodrick’s chances with Heather. A classic enemies to lovers!

Author's note: I'm trying to be more consistent in writing, and I'm trying to "plan out" the chapters more? As you may have noticed (or not), I have also updated my masterlist for better reading experience I guess haha I have also started to be more detailed as I can when posting fanfics including warnings and proper tagging lol I'm still new to all of this but yeah :) This chapter's a bit short but I just wanted to get this out so I can start "planning" the next few chapters? lol yeah

Tags: @tomhockstetter7-111 @vihtoriacorrea @sleepyb1txh

Part 1, Part 2

"How do you read this again?" You asked Rodrick while pointing at the word "Sweaty" that's spelled out on a dog bowl.

"Uhh duh, it's sweetie!" Rodrick said confidently.

This is the second day of your tutoring session with Rodrick, and a day before your big test. You had arrived at the Heffleys a bit early so you decided to hang out with Greg and Rowley in the living room when Greg told you about how Rodrick pronounces "Sweetie." You decided to put it to the test when Rodrick came in through the front doors, and you held up the dog bowl and asked him what it says.

You, Greg, and Rowley failed miserably at trying to hide your laughter. It was too much that even Rodrick got embarassed. What's worse is that he doesn't know why you guys were laughing. He taunted Greg, and you decided to step in.

"Alright, come on, Rodrick, time to study," as you pull him by the waistband on his shirt.

"Don't tell me what to do," Rodrick snapped at you as he eyed you pulling him by his shirt.

"Oh? I think in this case, I can," you snapped back at him.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, because if you don't," you paused for a while and smirked at him. "Oh Mrs. Heffleyyyy," you said in an almost sing-song voice.

"Fine fine, you're a snitch!" Rodrick sighed in defeat as he headed upstairs into his room.

"She's awesome!" Greg told Rowley but you didn't hear it because you were already walking up the stairs with Rodrick.

When you arrived at Rodrick's room, it was still as messy as the first time you had set foot in there.

"Geez, would it kill you to clean up in here?"

"Why clean my own room when my mom will do it for me when she gets tired of calling me out on not cleaning my room?" Rodrick said as if he had figured out all the answers to the world. You just rolled your eyes.

"Let's just get this over with."

"What's the rush?" He asked.

"None of your business," you replied. The truth is that you're planning to sneak out later because you heard that there was this party where college students go to at the far-end of town. You always thought that you were too mature for your age so you casually enjoy hanging out with older people. Truth is, you always thought people can see right through your "too cool to be here" attitude and you're worried that people would hate you for it. Maybe Rodrick was right when he said you were only pretending in order to fit in. Did he just figure out your whole double life, the one you tried oh so hard to hide?

The good news is that no one can really tell how old you were when at events like college parties, and you still have your own set of fake IDs from when you were dating your ex. Rodrick didn't ask anymore questions but you can tell that he was curious about it.

"Anyway, let me be frank, you suck at spelling and your grammar is shitty. If I am getting this $100 a week, you need to really mean it."

"Why should I? You're the one getting paid, and if I recall correctly, you lied to me!"

"About what?"

"About Heather!"

"Please, you never had a chance with her!"

Rodrick became silent. His expression pained. You apologized and decided to reach your hand out to him, with the intention of giving him a light tap on the shoulder, but he dismissed it.

"Yeah okay," Rodrick's voice was low and soft. "Whatever," he said after some pause.

He was sitting on the bed and you were facing him, books and notes sprawled out in front of you two. Recently, you've noticed that there's this gnawing feeling whenever you see this side of him, like you want to take care of him. Then again, there is that other side that makes you want to punch him in the face.

"Rodrick," you said softly.

"What?" You detected a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"What if I split the $100? You get $40, I get $60, as long as you take this seriously. And if you take this seriously, we can end today's session a bit early," that last one was for your own benefit.

"Deal."

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rodrick heffley blurb/imagine based off this

"If you're so good at spelling, why don't you try whistling?" Rodrick asked.

You were sitting side by side at the library, trying to finish an essay that's due the following day when Rodrick asked you how to spell "unecessary". You answered him with a bit of a condescending tone.

"What the hell does whistling got to do with spelling, Rodrick?" You asked, your voice raising. It garnered a few "shhhh" from the students at a nearby table. The librarian at the far end of the room eyed you and Rodrick before going back to sorting some papers.

"I knew it, you couldn't even whistle!" Rodrick scoffed at you as he returned to writing his paper.

You rolled your eyes at how ridiculous this is, but you decided to show him you can whistle. You brought your lips together to whistle, about to prove him wrong (even though you were sure whistling and spelling have no relation whatsoever) when Rodrick suddenly leaned in to kiss you.

He gave you a light peck on the lips just as you were about to whistle. You blushed at the realization of his true plan.

"You're blushing," Rodrick said poking your cheeks. You covered your face from embarassment at how easily you fell for his trick.

"Shut up and let's just finish the essay." You said dismissively but Rodrick could see your smile no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

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heyy i saw u want some ideas for miles 42 soo here am i giving you some🫶🏼

1. a fic where fem!reader had an argument with miles because he wants her to stay home in a safe place, but the reader is stubborn so she get out without warning him, she goes to a party with a beautiful dress and then miles caught her when she was back home, he saw her with a dress and heels so he knew she went to a party and then he punish her all the night (add details or change something if ya want💖)

2. fem!reader and miles that are going to dinner at their friends’ home, but reader didnt realize that miles had put on her panties a vibrator, when they were eating she was keeping struggle with words and let out a few muffled whimpers and stuff like that, finish it however you want!

3. fem!reader got caught by miles pleasuring herself and moans out his name, miles then decided to join the room and finish her work💋

I used the third suggestion as inspo for Part 3 of High Society!

The first and second suggestions, I got another ask in my inbox which is quite the same so I might use these as inspo for a separate fic 💕

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please make a pt3! for the miles fic it was amazing! your so talented🫀

Part 3 of High Society is up! This one's pretty long. I got carried away heheh 😏

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Part 3 High Society | Prowler!Miles Morales x Reader

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Rich UES reader meets Prowler!Miles at a high society NYC event where Miles was working as a waiter. Reader took an interest in Miles but couldn't hide the fact that they were raised differently, having anything handed to them on a silver platter. Miles, on the other hand, was very hot and cold with the reader, considering he's secretly the vigilante Prowler, and most likely hates those that are in power. With the reader's family being one of the most powerful (and corrupt) families in NYC, Miles struggles with his interactions with the reader. Obv, he has a soft spot for the reader.

After you and Miles had finished your food, it seems that both of you had decided to walk back to campus. The walk back was quiet. Neither of you talked. Miles did not even look at you. You, on the other hand, were eyeing him from your periphery, trying to decipher what's going on in Miles' head. To say the least, Miles had piqued your interest, and all you wanted to do was to get to know him more. Aside from when he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you away from rushing cars on the side of the road, the only physical contact you two had made was when you were at the restaurant.

By the time you had reached campus, it was already dark. It seems that Miles had no plans of talking to you (or even fulfilling his plans of "showing you what he was capable") when you felt that he was already walking away towards the bus stops. Hot and cold much? You were frustrated by the inconsistencies in his actions. Never have you met someone who did not follow the usual etiquette of high society, but you couldn't help but entertain the possibility of you and Miles having any physical relationship.

Miles must've felt when you stopped walking all of a sudden. You were in deep thought about how your life is so different from Miles. Yours, handed on a silver platter with no say in things that matter the most in your life. Him, having to work hard to provide yet having all the freedom in the world. You started to question everything, and all you felt was that maybe Miles had the answers.

You were so deep in thought, you did not realize Miles had walked up to you. He was standing in front of you. New York City was particularly chilly that night, and you can see the cold air both of you were breathing out.

"What do you want to do?" Miles had asked. You weren't sure what to say.

"I don't know." You looked down at your shoes when you felt Miles' hand cupped your face, forcing you to look up at him, to meet his lips with yours.

You did not expect a kiss with Miles to be soft, gentle, and even to a certain point, calculated. His lips were careful not to invade anything. But you were sure you wanted him so you opened your mouth invitingly, letting your tongues wrestle. It was an alternate between kissing, licking, and sucking. You were sure that at one point, you had moaned into his mouth. You reached to tug on his coat and pull him even closer. Miles took this as a chance to start kissing you harder, and much more needier. By the end of the kiss, you were gasping for air.

"You can do whatever you want," Miles finally said, as if that was the only green light you were waiting to start living your life according to your rules. You smiled back and thanked him.

~

That night, you lie awake in your bed. After the kiss, Miles had offered to walk you back to your townhouse in the Upper East Side but since you were preparing for an upcoming exam, you were actually staying near campus on the West Side. It was one of your family's properties, and it was a decent-sized one-bedroom apartment.

You decided to watch TV to get yourself sleepy, and you landed on the news channel. There was a recent robbery in Brooklyn and the robbers took a bunch of medicine. Apparently, the main suspect is actually the vigilante Prowler. With the current situation in NYC, you don't blame people like the Prowler. In fact, you hoped that this raise awareness to how shitty the government is.

You turned off the TV with a resigned sigh. Big words coming from someone who hasn't worked a day in their life. You went to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water, when you heard a loud thump in your room. When you've gotten to your room, the window was open. You didn't think much of it, telling yourself that maybe you just forgot to closed it earlier.

You decided to lie back down, and this time, really try to sleep. Your mind started to wander to the events earlier that day. The kiss. Miles. What happened at the restaurant. His hands in between your thighs. You remembered how wet and needy you were. You wanted him right then and there.

All this reminiscing made you feel hot. Your hands started to roam all over your body. You were wearing a silk night dress which provided you with easy access. Your one hand had found your nipples and you gently pinched one of them through the fabric, allowing a soft moan to escape your lips. Your other hand found itself wandering between your thighs. You started to massage your inner thighs, and you can feel your own wetness. You couldn't help it but you started calling out Miles' name. You allowed yourself to imagine him, his hands all over your body. His mouth on the nape of your neck, and his strong arms wrapping around your body.

You had not realized that there was another presence in your room because you were so caught up in your own libido, that the only time you snapped out of your trance was when you heard your name - in Miles' voice.

"Y/N" His voice was so soft you almost couldn't hear it.

"Miles?" Your mind froze but your hands stayed where they were. One on your chest, the other between your thighs. You sat up from your bed, and strained to see the figure at the corner of your room. The only light was from the moon outside coming in through your open window.

When Miles had finally stepped out of the shadows, that's when you started to panic. You never thought that there was actually someone in your apartment right now. The building is highly secured so you wonder how he was able to get in. Through the windows? Heck, you lived on the 22nd floor! You had sat up and attempted to cover yourself with the blanket.

"Miles? What are you doing here? How did you get in here?"

"Hmm? The window," he said non-chalantly. You started to get nervous.

"Miles," you said, nervousness evident in your voice, "I'm on the 22nd floor." You said with more conviction this time, as if mentioning the floor you were in will make Miles realize how stupid his statement was.

Miles had just looked at you, as he had slowly walked up to you. Only now have you realized that he had bruises and that he was sweating. He seem fatigued.

"What happened?" You were no longer nervous but concerned.

"I ran into some problems back in Brooklyn," he said plainly. "I needed a place to stay." He walked over and sat at the edge of your bed. You sat beside him and surveyed his body. No major bruises, only a few cuts here there. It did not seem that he got these from a fight but more like from escaping somewhere.

"Stay here. I have first aid kit somewhere-" you mentioned as you stood up, but Miles held your arm and asked you to stay.

"No, I'm fine. Just stay here," he paused. "Please."

You sat down next to him, and your next instinct was to hug him. He hugged you back, and both of you were like this for quite some time. You were both sitting up and after awhile, he slowly leaned back, lying down on your bed. His eyes were closed and he was trying to catch his breath. You allowed him to regain his strength, and after a few more moments, he spoke.

"So Y/N," he said as you looked at him. "What were you doing before I got here?" He asked, now with a faint smirk on his face. You were confused for a second but realized what he was pertaining to. At this point, you no longer questioned how the hell he got into your apartment. No, the burning question is that was he here when your were masturbating and calling out his name? From the looks of it, he was! Terror was evident in your face, and pure embarassment.

"Don't be embarassed. I knew you couldn't resist, Mami," he said as he reached out to stroke your lap.

"What I mind," he said as he shifted all his weight on you so that your back is lying down with him hovering on top of you, "is that you're enjoying yourself," his hands started to roam your inner thighs, moving upward to your already wet pussy, "without me being present to witness this." As soon as Miles had said "this", he had twisted his finger to move your panties to the side and feel all of your wetness. You even gasped at the contact with his warm hands.

"Miles," you breathed and moaned his name into his ear.

"Yes?" he said, kissing your neck and sucking on it lightly.

"Please, I want you." You were surprised you were able to form a coherent response.

"You want this?" Miles asked as he inserted a finger in you, and another one, and had started pumping it in and out while you struggle to catch your breath.

"Uh-huh," was your only response.

"You're so wet for me, Mami."

"Miles, you're...so...good to me." Miles responded with a smirk on his face. At this point, you've allowed your hands to roam his body and slowly removed any remaining piece of clothing between the two of you. Every now and then, you'll press too hard on one of Miles' bruises which you still don't know where he got it from, and you'll apologize, only to be silenced by Miles kissing you hard on the mouth.

"Miles?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"Can I.."

"What is it?"

"Can I ride you?" You muttered, slightly embarassed by your question. But ever since you had met Miles, you had always wanted to feel him inside you while you were on top.

"Of course, mi princesa," and with one smooth motion, you were straddling Miles. Your hands on his chest for support, and his hands on your waist for further guidance. You leaned in for a kiss which Miles greatly reciprocated with an additional light slap on your ass that made you gasped mid-kiss.

Miles positioned the tip of his cock near your entrance, as you slowly lowered yourself on him. Every inch filled you up, it was driving you crazy. You had dug your nails in his chest while his steady hands remained on your waist, guiding you further to take more of him.

After a few moments, you had allowed yourself to take him fully and you were swaying your hips side to side, forward to backward. At this point, you were using Miles' cock to pleasure yourself, and Miles was definitely not complaining. You hear him moan your name again and again, especially when you would switch up your motions.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're gonna make me cum," Miles said as he pulled you closer to him so he can suck on your nipples.

"Shit, Miles, yeah, just like that, please."

"Hmm baby, you taste so good."

With you riding him, Miles sucking your nipples, his occassional ass slapping, and the fact that he was very verbal about how you're gonna make him cum, it was only a matter of time, when you felt your own release coming. Your legs were shaking, and Miles knew that you were close.

At this point, Miles was matching your movements, and he was thrusting upward, meeting yours. Your mind was going blank, and Miles had pulled you closer to whisper how much of a slut you are and how needy you are, and how he was planning to destroy your pussy every chance he gets.

"That's right, Y/N, this pussy's mine."

"Yes!"

"Come on, tell Daddy what you want."

"Please daddy, I want you to cum in me."

"Oh baby."

"Say my name, Y/N, say it!"

"Miles, Miles, I'm gonna cum!"

Both you and Miles had cummed at the same time. It took a while after both of your release for one or the other to move from the original position. Miles was the first to lay you down beside him. You were still exhausted, and you had curled up into a ball beside him while he stroked your hair and back.

After that, guessed you must've fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew was that it was morning. Miles was sound asleep beside you, with his back to you, rising and falling slowly. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and you allowed yourself to spoon him for a couple of minutes, when you felt him move to face you.

"Good morning," you said.

"Good morning," he replied. "What do you want for breakfast?"

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I hate you more! Part 2 | Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: Reader sabotages Rodrick's chances with Heather. A classic enemies to lovers!

Rodrick has been acting weird all day, and by weird, entirely quiet. You were worried he found out about your plan and was mad (even hurt) at what you did so you thought he was ignoring you on purpose. When lunchtime rolled around, you did not expect anything, more importantly, you did not expect Rodrick pushing through with asking Heather out. To your surprise, he still did, and it was indeed embarassing!

The cafeteria was chaotic with all the students sitting down and eating with their own cliques. You were sitting with Heather and the girls, and were talking about the upcoming English test by the end of the week, when all of a sudden you heard a high pitched noise as if someone was plugging something to the school sound system. You turned around to see Rodrick and his merry band of losers, the Loded Diper, setting up their music equipment. Your eyes lit up when you see Rodrick with a bunch of roses in one hand and a nervous look. Your gaze went from him to Heather, and a faint smirk appeared on your face.

Rodrick began on a not so great start because his microphone probably wasn't plugged in correctly, a screeching noise echoed throughout the entire cafeteria, gathering everyone's attention.

"Heather Hills," he began. Heather looked at him with fear as to what Rodrick will do or say next.

"Ever since we had Math class a few grades back, I knew," Rodrick had started walking towards our table.

"I knew that we," he stopped at our table, in front of Heather, handing her the roses, which Heather ignored so Rodrick decided to put it down the table.

"We were meant for each other," Rodrick breathed deeply and there was a pause. No one was sure if he was waiting for Heather to respond.

"1, 2, 3, 4, Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh," then Rodrick started singing (badly) Justin Beiber's Baby.

"Are we an item? Girl, quit playin' (Yo, uh-huh) We're just friends, what are you sayin'? (Yo, uh-huh) Said, "There's another" and looked right in my eyes."

By this point, everyone was singing along with Rodrick despite his total lack of tune. Maybe they were singing because he was such a dork or maybe because they were making fun of him. Who knows? All you knew was that you were delighted when Heather, obviously furious, stormed out of the cafeteria. But just before she walked out the double doors, she passed by Rodrick and said, "As if! Loser!"

The entire cafeteria's laughter was deafening. A few grade schoolers, one of which was Rodrick's little brother, was laughing with his friend and everyone else. Rodrick seemed lost and his pained expression almost made you feel sorry for him. He looked over at you and you prepare yourself for a confrontation, but he didn't. He simply walked out of the cafeteria, leaving his band mates behind. Yup, that confirms it, you're the worst person in the world

~

First period after lunch, Rodrick was nowhere to be seen. Your teacher announced that he had to go home because he wasn't "feeling well." Yup, that made you feel worse about what you did.

Heather told you how embarassing it was and how he was a complete loser. You tried your best to defend him, but in Heather's case, it was indeed embarassing. Rodrick may be a good drummer but definitely not the best at singing. You said you had second-hand embarassment when he was singing, and Heather and the others laughed. This made you feel worse that you decided you're going to visit him and apologize after school.

You had declined Heather's offer to hangout after school, saying you have to study for the English test, which you will. But first, a peace offering, you were planning to buy him some kind of band shirt but there's no way you were gonna spend that much on him. Besides, he started it. This had all played out in your head, and you were trying to convince yourself that this was not your fault and that Rodrick started all of this. In the end and after much deliberation, you decided to buy him Red Bull from a convenience store because well, this was what you can afford.

Three firm knocks on the Heffley's residence door before Mrs. Heffley opened the door.

"Oh hello sweetie, may I help you?"

"Oh hello Mrs. Heffley, I'm Y/N. I'm one of Rodrick's classmates and also your new neighbor." You paused, not sure how to ask about Rodrick. "I was wondering if Rodrick is feeling any better?"

"Ahhh," she said inquisitively, as if she knows something? "Yes yes, the L/Ns, please come in."

You thanked her and stepped inside the Heffley residence. His younger brother, Greg, was in the living room playing video games and you waved at him as a form of greeting. You haven't been officially introduced but you were glad he waved back.

"So Rodrick is up in his room and would not come out since he got home a few hours ago," she paused before continuing. "Something about a stomach ache?"

"Rodrick's just mad because he embarassed himself in front of the whole school!" Greg shouted from the living room.

"Greg! That's not a nice thing to say!"

"But it's the truth, she was there," and Greg pointed at you. You tried to avoid their gazes and simply say, "It was an eventful day indeed, for everyone." You paused, for quite some time actually. "May I see Rodrick now?"

"Ah yes, go ahead upstairs."

"Thank you, Mrs. Heffley."

Rodrick's room was in the attic. You knocked a couple of times. The first few knocks, silence. The next few knocks, you heard him shout "Go away". You decided to not say anything because if he knew it was you, there was no chance in hell he would open the door. The next few knocks after that, you heard footsteps.

"Mom, I told you I'm not feeling-"

"Hi," you said timidly.

Rodrick slammed the door on your face. You rolled your eyes, this was not the first time he did that. You knocked again. Silence. You knocked a couple more times.

"What do you want?" He said from the other side of the door.

"I brought Red Bull."

"I don't want it." He said. You thought about what you were going to say next.

"Uhmm so have you studied for our English test this week?"

"What?"

"The English test. Have you studied yet?" By this time, the door creaked open, and Rodrick's head poked out.

"Is this a trick question?"

"No," you said firmly. How is this a trick question? Maybe you just lost his trust in every possible sense.

"Then, why did you ask me about a test when you have knowingly destroyed my life on purpose?!" He said as he swung the door open while walking up the stairs to his actual bedroom. Guessed this was your invitation to come in.

You closed the door behind you and walked up the few flight of stairs into his attic room. It was a typical guy's bedroom, messy and unorderly. You weren't sure where you were gonna sit down so you just stand there while he plopped himself on his bed, clothes everywhere.

"I'm sorry okay."

"Is this because of that time I slammed the door in your face?"

"Maybe."

"Wow!"

"I already said I'm sorry!" You were frustrated because you kept reminding yourself that he started this. Yes, it was a bit petty to embarass him in front of everyone at school because he had slammed the door in your face or that his band was being too loud on a Sunday morning, but majority of what happened was still his fault - or at least you tried to convince yourself that it was. It was his idea to sing in front of everyone with that voice. You sigh in defeat. You threw the Red Bull at him and it landed hard on his chest.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?"

"You deserved it," you murmur under your breath but Rodrick heard you.

"Listen here, little Miss Perfect..." Rodrick stood up walking towards you but just as he was to finish his sentence, both of you heard the door knob twist and footsteps walking up the stairs.

"Wazzup kids, what're yall talking about?" Mrs. Heffley said in her best attempt to speak what she thought was teenage "lingo".

"Hello Mrs. Heffley, we were just...talking about..."

"Our English test!" Rodrick finished your sentence.

"Ohhhh" Mrs. Heffley was surprised Rodrick would engage in anything academic.

"Yes, I was handing Rodrick some of my notes"

"Oh that's right, you won first place at the spelling bee in your previous school, right?"

"Oh yes," how the hell did she know that?

"I ran into your parents the other day at the supermarket. You know, it would be very helpful if you can tutor Rodrick with his English."

You and Rodrick both looked at each other.

"Oh no, I can't. I'm not that qualified."

"Yeah Mom, she's not. The spelling bee she won was probably just a fluke anyway."

"Rodrick, that's not nice!"

"No worries, Mrs. Heffley. What I meant by not qualified is that no one is. Rodrick is untutorable," you said as you pointed a finger at Rodrick to which he flicked.

"Yeah well, at least I don't spend my entire life trying to be someone I'm not just so that people will like me!" Rodrick responded by pointing a finger at you.

"Yeah well, at least I had won something in my life."

"A spelling bee? Please!"

"At least, I didn't made a fool of myself in front of the entire school because I was too dumb to realize something."

At this point, the intensity of the gazes between you and Rodrick would burn a whole in the moon.

"Alright alright, Y/N, it would be such a huge help if you can tutor Rodrick," Mrs. Heffley started to appeal to you but you had made up your mind, that is until...

"I'll pay you $100 a week!"

"What?! Pay me $100 a week to study instead!" Rodrick exclaimed.

"Well?"

~

Your trip to the Heffley's was not something you had expected, and how that trip ended was also not something you had expected. Guess any form of interaction with Rodrick will surely surprise you.

Now that you'll be seeing him a few days a week to tutor him, maybe you can use this time to regain his trust? If only he can stop being annoying and full of himself, maybe you guys will have a chance at a real friendship - but then again, all this banter makes it much more interesting.

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I hate you more! | Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Author's note: So not sure if people still read Rodrick Heffley fics but I had this idea (and could not find something similar that's already written) where the reader decides to sabotage Rodrick from getting it on with Heather. Reader is at the top of the highschool food chain and is friends with Heather, but hates Rodrick so she sabotages him. A classic enemies to lovers!

Part 2, Part 3

You feel like you've been living a double life. You get straight As because, well, your allowance is tied to your grades. But what most people don't know is that you typically sneak out at night to hang with your boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. You smoke, you party, you skip town without your parents ever knowing. But during the day, you looked like someone who goes to church every Sunday. In fact, you're quite impressed at how you're handling this double life. You learned, at a young age, that all there is to life is observing the people around you, and using those observations to your advantage.

Well, you thought to yourself, it's time to test these theories all over again as you move into a new town, new school, new classmates, and new friends. Unfortunately for you, your new neighbor doesn't seem to grasp the idea of a nice and quiet Sunday morning. You decided to pay them a visit, and maybe remind them that their garage isn't soundproof enough for the noise coming out of it.

You walked up to the door and gave 3 loud and firm knocks, waited a couple of seconds until you hear footsteps.

You expect the mom to open the door, which is why you brought cookies as a means to be a good new neighbor but you were greeted by a tall and dark-haired guy with eyeliner. He eyed you up and down in frustration before landing his gaze on the plate of cookies in your hand.

"What do you want?"

You forced yourself to be civil. "I just came here to give you cookies. We just moved in next door when I heard this sound coming from-"

"Yeah yeah, thanks for the cookies!" And with that, he slammed the door in your face. The audacity! You scoffed and started to walk away. The noise had not died down, and you walked away not believing how rude and ill-mannered your new neighbor was. God, if it means hearing this noise every weekend, you might beg your parents to move again.

~

First day of school. You were pretty confident with your social skills so highschool is a cake walk for you. Living a double life means you ought to know how to act in certain situations.

First period. You were introduced to the whole class. Your introduction was amazing. Everybody loved you. You had come into that room, dressed to impressed, and you even cracked a joke that made everyone laugh. Well, everyone except for your neighbor who's in all of your classes by the way. He was too busy talking about his band to basically anyone who's not deaf. What's worst is that you're sitting behind him.

Because of your peak social skills, you were sitting with Heather that day for lunch and apparently, they're at the top of the highschool food chain so that works for you too. You also learned that your neighbor, Rodrick, obviously had a crush on Heather. Since you sit behind him, and Heather sits beside him, you have observed all of the tell-tale signs that he's desperately in love with her. You smirked at the idea, and the endless possibilities of making his life a living hell.

~

School bell rang and everyone hurriedly packed their belongings. Heather asked if you wanted to go to the mall. You agreed and she told you to meet her upfront. Rodrick obviously heard this, and based from his expression, he was surprised that Heather and you are that close already. When everyone had left the room, you called out to Rodrick to set your plans of destroying his life in motion.

"Hey"

"Heyyy," he asked, curious why you were talking to him after he slammed the door in your face. He decided that it would be nice to at least be on your good side since you're friends with Heather so he started with an apology, "Listen, about what happened, I'm sorry but Sunday is the only time I can practice with my band. It's hard work, you know."

You smirked at his half-ass apology but mostly because you can see right through him, but you had a mission, "Oh don't worry about it! Actually, I wanted to tell you that Heather has a message for you."

As soon as you mentioned Heather's name, it was like something inside him had turned on. "Yes?"

"She's too shy to tell you this herself but she kinda has a crush on you. But she can't be too obvious because you know, in dating, guys make the first move, right?"

"Yeah," he said trying to comprehend every word you just uttered.

"Yes, so she doesn't want to go out with someone who did not officially ask her out. You know?"

"Yeah!" He said again as if he had solved a puzzle in his head.

"Okay, so tomorrow at lunch, why don't you "officially" ask her out?"

"Yeah?"

Jesus. You couldn't comprehend how slow this moron is in front of you. You were practically spoon-feeding him. You decided to repeat what you said just to make sure he gets it.

"Tomorrow. At lunch. Ask Heather out?"

"Yes. Okay, I can do that." He said trying to hype himself up.

You walked away feeling good about your plan when you decided to add one final touch to it. You looked back and called out to Rodrick.

"Oh, and don't forget, Heather looooves grand gestures!"

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So I've seen the fic ideas on my inbox and I will go through them this week BUT in my spare time, I was able to write my very first HOBIE BROWN fic, full of angst and smut soo check it out? I think my tags are not working.

Love me, hate me | Hobie Brown x Reader

Hi there, I just NEEED Miles G Morales (Earth 42) fic ideas plss

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Hi there, I just NEEED Miles G Morales (Earth 42) fic ideas plss

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Love me, hate me | Hobie Brown x Reader

Summary: Reader is at her lowest point in life and meets Hobie. Story started at a diner, where the reader started talking about spiders to Hobie. Reader has no idea that Hobie is Spiderpunk (and this story will end with her not knowing) but it gets interesting towards the end. Hope you enjoy xx

Writer's notes: I know that Hobie is British but I also know that he lives in the US so this is set in the US but I wanted to use pubs as a location as well because Idk I just do lol also, Hobie lived in a squatters area but I didn't follow that here (again, for the puroses of this story!).

Warnings: Smut, angst!

Pairings: Hobie Brown x Female Reader

"Did you know that some spiders can turn invisible to escape predators?" You said.

Hobie had looked up from the cup of coffee he was drinking, and landed his eyes on you. You spoke so suddenly that he wasn't sure if you were talking to him. In your defense, you're also not sure if you were talking to him or just simply voicing out your thoughts.

You and Hobie sat on separate booths facing one another. The diner was almost empty except for the waiter at the far end of the room. He was polishing some of the utensils and mumbling something under his breath.

"What?" Hobie said.

You detect a hint of annoyance in his voice. You decided to taunt him a bit.

"I said spiders can change their skin to escape predators."

"So?"

"Yet, Spiderpunk don't have the same ability."

Instead of responding with a witty remark, which was what you were expecting, he simply scoffed and returned to drinking his coffee. You were disappointed.

Life has been pretty disappointing lately to be honest. You recently got laid off at work despite excellent performance ratings, plus you were rejected at your dream school for your chance to pursue a Master's degree, plus your roommate decided to kick you out because she wanted her boyfriend to move in with her, plus you're nowhere near finding a suitable apartment that's well within your budget. So yeah, life has been one disaster after the other and you were craving something different, probably something exciting and dangerous too. Your red flag was that when everything goes to shit, you find ways to attract something worse. Deep down, maybe you loved being in the midst of chaos.

You took a sip of your coffee when you felt a pair of eyes on you. It was Hobie and he was not hiding the fact that he has been staring at you. His brows furrowed as if he was in deep thought.

"What do you want?" You asked him, annoyance evident in your voice.

"It's true, I guess this Spiderpunk dude ain't it."

"Bummer. That would've helped him if he was running away from his millions of fans," you said as you took another sip of your coffee without looking at him.

You expected an arrogant response but Hobie had replied with a heartily laugh, it was boyish, almost in an adorable dorky way how he laughed. Not at all what you would expect from this stranger sitting across from you, at another booth.

"What's your name?" He finally asked you.

"Y/N, you?"

"Well, Y/N, cheers, this has been nice but I have to go."

And with that he left. But just as he was about to walk out the door, he called out, "I'm Hobie."

~

A few days passed after your encounter with the stranger from the diner, and you had not forgotten about his adorable laugh. You sometimes find yourself smiling when you think about it.

"Do you like it?" The realtor asked.

You snapped back to reality and blinked at her. What did she say? She was showing you a small, almost shoebox-like, apartment near the park. The amenities are great, the location is great, but it's not that spacious for the price. You sighed because you had been touring apartments for days now and still no luck. You thanked the realtor and shook her hand as you both went your separate ways.

It was late and you decided to go clear your mind - with alcohol. You wanted to forget about the fact that you only have less than 24 hours to find a new place or you'll be sleeping in a park bench or under a bridge soon.

The nearby pub was packed and everyone was already mid-drunk or fully knocked out. All you wanted to do at that point was to let loose but you need alcohol in your system first and fast! You ordered shots, just to get to that state of mind quickly. Those 3 shots you downed worked like magic and before you know it, you were jumping and swaying your hips to the music.

Mingling with a small crowd, you felt hands all over your body. You didn't know whose hands they were and you did not care. Frankly, it turned you on that you started grinding with the first guy who had his hands on your hips. You feel him move his body closer to yours and in a matter of seconds, you feel him kissing and sucking the nape of your neck.

When you opened your eyes, you noticed from across the room, a familiar face, Hobie's. He had an annoyed look at his face.

You decided to ignore him and turn to face the guy you were dancing with. He was fairly attractive and so you decided to wrap your arms around him to pull him even closer. Both of your lips were inches away from one another and you can smell the whiskey he had been drinking. You leaned in for a kiss when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder, yanking you away.

"Sorry man, she's with me," Hobie said as he positioned himself between you and the stranger.

"What are you doing?" You asked. The stranger blinked at Hobie.

"Leave us alone, Hobie." You said, this time with more conviction.

"Yeah buddy, leave us alone. We were having such a good time." The stranger winked at you, which irritated Hobie even more.

"See, I am not your buddy. And if I am being completely honest with you, from where I was sitting, I can confidently say that no one was having a good time especially with your dancing, Sir Lady Hips!" Hobie stepped closer to the stranger and said, "so why don't you do us all a favor and walk away."

After some thought, the stranger said "Okay" and turned to walk away before he turned back once again and tried to land a punch on Hobie's right cheek, which Hobie easily caught. In a matter of seconds, it became a full-on brawl.

To say it was a mess was an understatement. Things were resolved in just under a few minutes with the stranger being accompanied by the pub owner out of the place. You were pretty mad at Hobie as well since 1. He had no right to interfere 2. You were already in the heat of the moment when he took that opportunity away and 3. Who does he think he is? Frustrated and really horny, you decided to pack up and go to a different place when you hear Hobie call out.

He managed to catch up just when you were to turn a corner down the street.

"Oh hey sorry I didn't hear you," you said in the most sarcastic tone you could mutter.

"I sensed that you're not happy that I drove your pretty boyfriend away huh, Y/N."

"Two things. First of all, he's not my boyfriend. He's some random dude that I was planning to fuck because my life is shit. Two, you're right. I am not happy you interfered. Who do you think you are? And I absolutely do not like you."

"That's three things," he grinned.

"Whatever, Hobie. Leave me alone!"

"At least, let me walk you home," Hobie had called out.

"I don't wanna go home because in a few hours, I would already be homeless so why not start now." You shouted back at him. All of the stress had already piled up and you were spewing words of hatred and annoyance towards him even though he had nothing to do with most of the things you said.

There was a moment of silence after you had spilled your guts to Hobie telling him how your life is like for the past few days. You gasped for air because you knew you were on the brink of crying. Hobie stood there for a moment before walking closer and pulling you in for a hug. You immediately gave in to the hug because well, a hug seems nice right now after the day you've had.

"Come with me," he had said as he held out his hand for you to take. You didn't really questioned it but you went along with Hobie as you started to walk to his place.

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Hobie had guided you to his room which was somewhat neat. Framed photos hung on his wall but a few papers were sprawled on his desk, on the floor, on his bed, beside the window. You walked around his room, taking in every detail and he followed you with his eyes.

"So, did you bring me here to push some propoganda shit?" You said as you noticed "Metaphor for Capitalism" on one of the papers on the floor. Another one that says, "We don't have the power of the state. We don't have the authority on our side, the cops, or the media. What we have are angry hearts."

He didn't reply and only smiled at you. It was genuine and warm, his smile felt comforting despite everything that has happened.

You smiled back before sitting beside him on his bed.

"You can stay for the night if you want."

You looked at him, trying to test how genuine the offer is. When you decided he was serious, you fall back on his bed and let out a sigh. What a day!

You feel the bed shift as you sensed Hobie moving. When you opened your eyes, he was hovering over you, studying your face.

"What is it?" You feel that moment was an intimate moment, and you're not sure what he would say next.

"Why do you know so much about spiders?"

You burst out laughing at his question and noticed the pained expression on his face. You were so taken aback that you cupped his face with both your hand as a means to apologize.

"I don't know. I guess I have a fascination with this Spiderpunk guy."

He then smiled and closed his eyes. He had his eyes closed for some time when you decided to pull him closer. Your hands still cupping his face, you moved to give him a kiss, which he reciprocated and deepen into a full blown making out session.

"Hobie."

"Yeah?"

"I really don't want anyone to be walking in on us."

"Don't worry. It's just us here."

He paused before saying even further, "that is unless you would be too loud."

You felt a shift in his persona right at that very moment. All of his boyish jokes and playfulness gone and replaced by something more mature, something sexual and carnal in nature.

With that, it's like your body had moved to its own accord and had straddled him on his bed. He was still sitting up as his hands found your waist, steadying you as you slowly grind on top of him, feeling him grow by the second. You leaned in for another kiss, and this time, he was sweet. He was not in a hurry. You feel him moan through the kiss as it deepens.

"Someone's a little excited," you said alluding to the fact you can feel him very hard at this point.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Haven't we reached a point where we don't pass the blame to another person?"

"You're right, you're right. My apologies," he said as he flipped you over in one smooth move so that he is hovering over you.

"I guess I should try to make it up to you then," Hobie said as he run his hands up your thighs and gently hike up your skirt so he could feel your wetness soaking through your panties. He moved his thumb in circular motion through the fabric until you let out a moan. He quickly cupped your mouth and signalled you to be quiet. At this point, with your skirt still hiked up to your waist, he removed your panties and tossed them to the floor.

"Look at you, all flustered, and I haven't even pulled out my cock yet," He said looking down on you with a smirk.

"Stop teasing me," was all you could say.

Hobie had unzipped his pants and had his cock in his hand, guiding it towards the entrance of your pussy. You took this time to take off your shirt and his. He leaned in while rubbing the tip on the entrance slowly, up and down, which made you catch your breath.

"Tell me what you want."

"You. In me. Please, Hobie."

In one swift motion, Hobie buried himself in you, and again, it made you yelp and moan. The emptiness in you being filled to the brim. It felt so good and warm, and for a few seconds, there was no movement. Then, Hobie slowly pulled out until only the tip is inside then thrusted in one quick move. He repeated this a few more times to help you get used to his size.

"Fuck, you're big."

Hobie had buried his face at the nape of your neck, and you feel his smirk when you complimented him on the size of his dick.

"Is that so?" Hobie had said and at that moment, he thrusted in you, this time with a bit of force. You had wrapped your legs around him and was already moaning uncontrollably at this point.

"What did I tell you about being quiet?"

"You said no one's here, so what are you worried about?" You retorted.

"Oh I'm not worried. In fact, I want everyone to know how good I'm making you feel," he said as he thrusted in you once again with force. At this point, he was going in and out of you quickly, and you were trying to catch your breath.

"Hobie," you moaned into his ear. "Please"

"Please what? Use your words, Y/N"

"Please"

"Yes?"

"Please, I wanna cum."

With that, as if on cue, you feel Hobie exploding inside you. He groaned and moaned your name as he emptied himself on you, and you cumming all over his dick. Your legs were shaking and still wrapped around his waist.

After a few seconds, he fell on top of you. Not all of his weight but he had rested his forehead on yours, as both of you tried to catch your breath.

"That was..."

"That was fun," you finished his sentence. He rolled over as he wrapped his arm around you and you laid your head on his chest.

You listened to both of your breathing and waited for it to return to normal. You feel Hobie leaned in to give your lips a quick peck as you drifted off to sleep.

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Part 2 High Society | Prowler!Miles Morales x Reader

Writer's notes: I guess I have to also include this but read this lil PSA. Make sure to also read my writer's notes in Part 1, Part 3.

It's been a few days since your dinner party, and you couldn't quite get Miles Morales out of your head. You were attending business school at Columbia University and decided to head on over to the library to do some studying. Books on one hand and phone on the other, you mindlessly scrolled through your friends' social media posts, that is until you bumped into someone just outside the library entrace.

"Sorry, it was my fault, I-," you started to apologize when you realized it was Miles. You blinked once, twice, to make sure it was really him.

"Careful," he responded. His half lidded eyes and smirk made you catch your breath.

"Miles?"

"Y/N, I didn't know you go here."

"Uhm yes, I do. What about you?"

"Helping out in the library is another job to make ends meet," Miles said as he slowly eyed you up and down. You couldn't quite put your finger on him, and it doesn't really help you're in denial about the fact that you're physically attracted to him.

This week was particularly stressful. You were a year behind and all of your friends had graduated already, doing things they're passionate about. As for you, business school was you parents' idea, and since you don't know what you want, you went along with it.

You weren't aware that you were in deep thought until Miles spoke, "Seems like you have a lot going on," he paused. "Wanna grab something to eat?"

The walk to where this eatery Miles had told you about was quite far but still walkable. He said it was a "hole in the wall" type of place, and that they had the best Puerto Rican food.

When you reached the place, the first thing you noticed was the aroma that filled the entire place. It was like being transported to another world where people float when they smell pie being cooled off on a window sill. You haven't realized it until you've gotten to the place that you were famished. Miles greeted some of the customers, including the cook, and led you to a corner booth.

"This place smells like heaven. Well, I don't know what heaven smells like but if it's nothing like this, I'd rather go to hell."

"I assumed you had tasted better food considering you're a L/N."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Your family is one of the richest and most powerful in the city," he paused and looked at you with a deadpanned look before continuing, "I had the idea that you had professional chefs cooking you anything you want, whenever you want." He said as he picked up the menu and started to flip through the pages.

"Don't lump me in with the rest of them," you said pointing a fork at him. "And I know what you're insinuating, Miles. You're telling me that my family's business is evil, I agree. I'm against them using people and treating them like cash cows. I'm on your side." You noticed how your voice hinted a bit of frustration towards the end.

Miles lifted a brow and said, "Is that why you're in a very prestigious business school?"

"Maybe I want to learn how to turn the company into something more ethical," you said proudly, maybe you were convincing yourself more than you were trying to convince Miles. Miles didn't say anything. Instead, he ordered for the two of you. You waited until the waiter walked away. Miles had interlocked his fingers and was eyeing you carefully. You started to become uncomfortable.

After some thought, you decided to speak up, "I should go." Miles did not speak. You decided to stand up, and that's when he stood up, walked over to your side of the booth, and sat down beside you before you could walk away.

"I'd like to leave, Miles," you said meekly.

"No," Miles said as he placed an arm on the back rest of your chair. He leaned in and placed his other hand on yours, which was visibly shaking. You realized that it was true, you are indeed spoiled, privileged, and you know nothing about the real world. If something was to happen to you now, you wouldn't know what to do. Your heart started to beat even faster when Miles leaned even closer to whisper something, "I'm not gonna hurt you, Y/N." You looked up at Miles and gave him a half smile.

When your food had arrived, he moved the hand that was at the back rest of your chair and placed them gently on your thigh. He picked up a fork with his other hand that was previously holding yours and started eating. When he noticed that you weren't eating the food, he softly squeezed your thigh and said, "Eat, mi princesa." You weren't sure if he was being condescending about it but it made your heart flutter a bit.

First bite was indeed heaven. You let out a half moan as you closed your eyes and savor the food in front of you. You saw Miles smirked from your peripheral vision. You're both halfway through your food and you started to relax. You were impressed Miles was able to eat his food with his one hand still on your thigh. Disregard the fact that you were scared shitless a few minutes ago, you decided to test his limits.

"So, Miles," you said as you moved closer to him so that his hands go just a bit further up your thighs. You were wearing a light blue satin skirt with a simple button down shirt. "What other jobs do you have?"

Miles had looked down on his hand and couldn't help but give your thighs another squeeze. He swallowed the food he was chewing before speaking, "Wouldn't you like to know, mamí."

"Yes, I would like to know that's why I asked." You said in your most bratty voice ever just to see how he would react. You have been prim and proper your whole life that this moment right here is giving you some kind of excitement you can't really explain. You would definitely be caught dead if you spoke like this in high society.

"Keep talking to me like that and I'll show you what else I can do." Miles had leaned in so close your lips were inches away from one another. Without breaking eye contact, you feel his hands move up and started rubbing your clit through the fabric. You quickly turned to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully, everyone was busy eating.

Miles continued to rub you and you let out a sigh. You had not realized it but your whole body was leaning into his touch. You felt warm all of a sudden as you let out a breathy "Please, Miles."

All of a sudden, Miles had stopped and picked up a glass of water with the hands that were on you. You pouted at him and he smirked.

"Finish your food, and let's get out of here."

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High Society | Prowler!Miles Morales x Reader

Writer's notes: First time writing about Miles Morales. The moment I saw Earth 42, I def got Gotham vibes and I always have this story in mind, I just didn't know which character to use. After watching ATSV, I think Prowler Miles is perfect! Thinking of writing a part 2 maybe? Idk. Also, I feel the need to mention that Miles in this story is aged up (post-college graduate) and looking for his first real job in Earth 42 New York City.

Summary: Rich UES girl meets Miles who was working for a catering company hired by her family for her birthday party.

Read Part 2 and Part 3 here.

You faked niceties throughout the entire evening. You wore a simple and elegant little black dress for tonight's dinner held at one of your family's many townhouses in the Upper East Side. New York City has gone to ruin and crime rates are up especially in the other boroughs, and here they are, the richest and most powerful people in the city having dinner and talking about which wine would go best with whatever type of dish.

Your older brother, one who is set to succeed the family business, is arguing with one of the waiters your family has hired to serve the guests for tonight's event. You rolled your eyes as he has always been so dramatic. You walked towards where he was and scoffed at the idea at how his sudden outburst is probably because of how the butter is too cold.

"The butter is too cold! Can't you tell? Do I have to do everything in this house?" Your brother exclaimed.

"Not everything, just do your part and be the most annoying person under this roof and you'll be fine," you said casually which irritated him even further. You and your brother then had one of those telepathic conversations, one that would end in you giving him a look that says "Walk away or Dad will know about this." He scoffed, put his champagne glass on the tray held by the waiter and sauntered over to the living room to talk to some of the major shareholders at your Dad's company.

"I'm so sorry about him. He was born with a few braincells short," you told the waiter. He had a deadpanned expression and he wore these braids that fall up to just above his shoulder. He wore a black tie suit which was mandatory for the catering service he worked for, which you took a mental note of how it perfectly complemented his broad shoulder and lean body. You can almost tell how his arms are toned through the fabric. He was quite tall too so talking to him means you looking up.

"Don't worry about it," he said. You were disappointed he ended the conversation so quickly but then again, they were most likely not supposed to enagage in too much conversation with the guests. However, you were dying to talk to someone else about anything other than stock prices so you decided to ask the first thing that came to mind.

"I like your braids. Do you wash it?" The moment those words left your mouth, you quickly apologized because you thought it was an ignorant question. Of course he washes it duh. His response was a smirk with some underlying subtext you couldn't quite read.

"Yes, I do wash it," he said and gave a laugh that made you blush.

"There she is! Happy birthday, Y/N!" A distant cousin of yours appeared greeting you whilst giving you a big bear hug. You smiled shyly and thanked them. After a few small talk, they proceeded to look for your father to talk business. You glanced timidly back at the waiter and he was smirking at you.

"What?"

"Nothing. Here I thought you were different but it turns out this extravagant evening dinner is for you." He paused. You were hurt (a bit). You were complaining about this city's problem and it turned out you were a part of it.

"But hey, happy birthday. I'm sure that despite the millions of dollars spent for tonight, you're not gonna end up like your brother." He smiled at you and you smiled back.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"I'm Miles Morales."

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I don't know what I like more; Stewy calling me a princess or Stewy calling Kendall a princess

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Imagine kneeling infront of Stewy as he sits on the couch and sucking him off while he watches the news. There's some stuff going on at Waystar Royco, and Stewy's pissed this company is (yet again) fucking with his money. But you just love how, every now and then, he'd look down on you and say "I love how your pretty mouth wraps around my cock"

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i'd jump on the first chance to fuck stewy but i swear if kendall and stewy got together, who am i to stand in the way of true love?

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*this photo of Justin Min exists*

me: I wanna sit down on your face

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i just finished watching The Sandman and tell me y does it feel like the Corinthian is flirting with me everytime i see him? This dude has charisma flowing out of his ass!