luke riordan doesn’t mean to, he rly doesn’t, he just sorta gets swept up. he likes having something no one else does but everybody wants, he knows some of his piece of shit friends ask him about you bcos they wish they had you. so he rly can’t stop himself from laying it all out. after some obligatory integrity-saving “c’mon, guys, you know i can’t do that” he goes straight to honest to god bragging “you know i nail that shit every night” luke is just soo proud of you and that pussy
mhmmm he's so fucking vulgar w it, too. the jeers from his buddies only fuels him, encouraging him to pulling out quotes of the shit you say to him. he tells them a little too much: detailed images of just how you keep your pussy shaved for him, side notes made about how much you cream around his cock, unnecessary details about the way your face contorts when luke's all in your guts. if even a single person starts to doubt him, if they say he's dramatizing things, he's this close to pulling his phone out and showing the mountains upon mountains of proof he has sitting in his camera roll. he's a little too possessive for that, though. he'll yap about it all day, but only he can be the one to see it.
this request is from halloween and the writing is too.
i think luke riordan really likes halloween. you could read into his obsession and say its because for once he gets to be a guy in a costume and not golden boy, number one hero at GodU, something along those lines. really, he just likes blowing money on drinks and partying until the sun came up with his close friends.
it's so easy to get him to do a couple's costume, too. doesn't matter the nature, but he's partial to ones that have you covered in blood and bruises, mostly because he never gets to see you like that, at least not for a prolonged period of time with your healing abilities and all.
but this year you go as a murder and a victim, which isn't an appropriate costume for supes to be wearing in light of ... recent homelander related events. but no harm no foul. but the fun part of halloween is the shit the two of you get up to when no one else is around.
it's like you hold out on each other until this one night. when you're both a little inebriated, maybe crossed enough to be relaxed by still able to stand on your own two feet, and you're stumbling to any secluded area. each year you turn into more and more of an exhibitionist, but you can only do so much in public before the threat of your reputations looms over your head.
so you usually end up back at one of yours, ripping cheap costumes off of each other's body, kissing until you can taste the remnants of liquor and weed on teeth and tongues. and then you fuck. like really fuck.
you're so obnoxiously loud when he gives you back shots, practically screaming as he wraps his hand around the base of your throat and presses you further into the mattress, somehow finding strength to fuck yourself back against him throughout it all. luke fucks you good, but you make sure to return the favor. you give him a run for his money when you fuck him until he's twitching against the bed, the veins of his neck popping as his mouth falls open without any sounds to slip past parted lips, just blue eyes blankly—helplessly—staring at the ceiling.
i’m not usually into this trope but being golden boy’s golden gf. the pair that just goes together. everybodyyy knows you. admired by the wholeee school, hearts were broken when you two got together, people wait for the day when you’re finally not cuffed but it just hasn’t happened yet, you’re attached at the hip
mmm thinking about the envy that comes from others, and how luke totally doesn't care, but he's not against stirring the pot. he knows what you're doing when you pull him down to obscenely suck on his tongue in the middle of the quad. he helps you feed into it, grinning as he smacks your ass and puts on a show.
he's very nonchalant, he knows he already gathers a certain amount of attention and you do the same. he doesn't feel an immense amount of protectiveness towards you. he doesn't get jealous when he sees the way people look at you, the way their eyes follow you when you're simply existing. he feels the opposite, actually. a little riled up. a little interested.
but the two of you work so well together that it's sickening. ranked numbers 1 and 2, everyone knew the two of you were going to get together before you even did. no one was surprised, but hearts were still broken when the pictures leaked of you and luke at a party together over the weekend.
people are eager for your graduation because they know you're both prospects for the seven. and then there are those eager to see a wedge driven between the two of you. maybe one of you will make the seven and the other won't. maybe one of you will get a little too stressed and buckle under pressure and you'll find yourselves in the arms of someone you aren't committed to. there are bets made, people desperately waiting for the moment that the two of you avoid each other in the dining hall, or someone claims that they saw luke and cate get a little closer than normal.
but nothing happens. money is never swapped between hands, there are no "i told you so"'s said. according to public eye, the two of you are perfect.
what do you think luke’s (riordan) personality is like in private? especially with r,, it makes me soo sad that we didn’t get to see more of him 😭
i think he's a generic early 20s guy honestly. very chill, very laid back, just silly enough. of course he has his not as good days, when he is becoming aware of something and he refuses to burden you with whatever he's going through. but for the most part, he's a regular guy you would encounter in college.
i don't think it's any different with you. i think he obviously has the capacity for sickly sweet romcom lovey dovey-ness, but he saves the extremes of that for date night. i think he's very cuddly, always has a hand on your lower back or stuffed in your pocket. he loves holding the hand that's not right by him, the one on the other side, so that he has an excuse to slink an arm around your back and hold your hand. he's addicted to cuddling, especially when you're watching whatever shitty, pirated movie you're tuning in for the night on his computer.
i think he has a natural ability to be a leader and take care of you. it's small things, like ordering food for you both and making sure he's using his card. reading whatever last minute essay you have to submit with his chin hooked over your shoulder, his hands rubbing up and down your arms, assuring you that no, it isn't complete and utter shit.
he'll offer you his pillow but you know he doesn't want to give it up. he's a blanket hog, but by the middle of the night he's running insanely hot and the blanket ends up on the floor, out of your reach. his touchiness often ends up with you needing him, even when you're just on the precipice of sleep, and he tries apologizing but you can't take his apology seriously when he's smiling through it.
Obsessed w the idea of golden boy being not so golden with you I know he gets nasty
luke is a little nasty. he's more on the tame side, not into anything completely unorthodox (but ask him nicely once if you could peg him and he's saying yes), but his nature has a certain vibe about it. a certain debauchery that you attribute just to him.
it can sometimes be casual, like when you're laying back for him, your legs spread wide as you wait for him. you're just talking to him, filling him in on forgotten details of a story that you had told him this morning. and just when you think luke's about to line himself up and sink into you, he misses your entrance completely, laying his cock over your mound and making a low sound of astonishment. "look at that," he marvels to himself just before sinking into you to the hilt.
or it’s a bit more blatant, like when it concerns his insanely bad breeding kink. the way he likes to beg to come into you, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his pelvis smoothly knocking into you over and over again. and when you give him permission, he throws your legs around his back and presses his chest flush against yours, fists clenched as he rests on his forearms on either side of you. he comes into you, groaning into your chest the entire time, but this is the sane part of it. the worst part is when he slowly pulls out, drawing out two digits to slide his cum around your cunt, spreading it over your clit and anywhere else that already shines from your own arousal.
it's too risky for him, but he's toyed with the idea of filming before. if he trusts you enough, he'll let you get fucked while he watches. he adores when you get off for him, likes to test his own patience while he sits at the edge of the bed, watching you play with yourself for his own entertainment.
mostly, he just likes when you both make a mess of each other. when you fuck like you'll never get to fuck again, although you'll likely find yourselves in that same position towards the end of the week. he likes when there's proof that the two of you enjoyed your time together, when there's bruises on your skin and cum stuck in your hair. when his fingers have pruned up because they've been in you for half of the night. sex is often a form of release for him, and he doesn't consider himself relaxed until you two have almost broken a bone or two.
high sex (weed); oral (f receiving); overstimulation; squirting; more taking advantage of; luke previously called r his "little sister"; slight dubcon elements
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MDNI 18+
w/ LUKE RIORDAN
"sweetheart..." luke holds the back of your head in his palm, pulling his hand down to your neck where he strokes your skin. "you've gotta stop getting ahead of yourself."
you blink at him lazily, too busy focusing on manually breathing to even attempt a response. besides, you couldn't say anything with a mouthful of cotton.
luke sends a small smile, dipping his gaze to peer at you. "you okay?" he moves closer when you don't respond, wiping the tips of your noses together and then resting his forehead against yours.
"relax," he urges, "don't fight it."
and you think he's talking about the weed. andre's told you this before—told you to let the high control you instead of trying to control the high. you're about to repeat the routine, closing your eyes and relaxing your breath, but then you feel luke's hand playing with the decorative bow manufactured in the center of your pajama shorts.
"luke?" you ask. you're so far gone that your own voice seems slightly foreign to your ears. but everything about luke is familiar. his fingers as they tickle down your lower stomach. his lips as they kiss your jaw. the gentle way he shushes you as he lays you back against his bed.
"'m just gonna get your mind off of it a little, okay? like in the club the other night, yeah?"
it takes strength to convince yourself to nod, to walk through the thick fog starting to turn into cement in your brain, but you do. for the rest of the time, you let luke take control. he's much better at handling his high, plus his tolerance is much higher than yours. he's in complete control—both of himself and of you.
he doesn't have the same feverish nature to his movements this time. no, today he takes his time with you. peeling your layers off and kissing down your body, adding more and more weight to your limbs with every single peck.
you dissociate, you lose track of time as everything seems to go slower. by the time you come back to, it's by the force of luke pulling an orgasm out of you. your body does it all for you, your mind not even a contributor in the actions. your back arches as you push your cunt down against luke's mouth, trying to gather more from him.
you have no idea how long he's been between your legs, but you can't believe you've missed it all. luke pulls away, his lips shining as he smiles at you. you're already making a small sound when his body heat disappears from you, a whine that comes from the back of your throat.
luke tilts his head, laughing a bit to himself. "what? you want more?"
shamelessly, you nod. "yeah."
he wraps his fingers around the neckline of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. he settles himself between your thighs once more, pulling each leg over his shoulder one at a time. he kisses your clit once and then throws a glance up at you, nothing good swimming in his eyes.
"you always this needy?" he asks, already moving closer to your weeping warmth before you can even respond.
without considering if the question was rhetorical, you take a sharp breath. "maybe...?"
luke licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, going back down to purse his lips around your entrance. his flicks his tongue out, pressing the tip into you before bringing it back out, cupping the front, and the scooping your arousal into his mouth like he needs it to live.
you gasp, hands digging into the sheets. an answer finds you somewhere throughout the shock, climbing down to your mouth and leaving without much conscious consideration.
"i wouldn't know. no one makes me feel like you make me feel." the words are jumbled, barely coherent with the way they unceremoniously throw themselves out of your mouth and towards luke.
he smiles against you.
the first time luke got you off—not back at the club but here—was not even a blur. it happened in a blink, no evidence of the moment occurring other than the small bit you caught of it and the reaction still settled in your body. but you will yourself to stay present for this one.
you make sure you feel every lick and suck. every kiss and taunting nibble. every stroke of his fingers and flick of his tongue. it's easy for you to stay still, your limbs weighing more than even you can handle. but your hands are the exception. twisting in the sheets, clawing through luke's hair, twitching with the urge to do something that you can't quite name. your heart works overtime in your chest, directly influenced by the weed that you can still taste on your teeth.
an orgasm warns you of its impending existence, preparing your body for what you’ve wanted to experience for years. you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of luke doing this to you, even if he’s only done it twice thus far, a third on the precipice.
when you come, you’re loud. you don’t think you were this loud when luke gave you the first one, but maybe you were because luke doesn’t seem shocked about it at all. he doesn’t appear to have any particular negative feelings towards your reaction, his mouth seared on your cunt and his eyes only wide enough to watch you.
you hadn’t noticed the weight to luke’s eyes until now, that and the slightly red tint overtaking the whites of them. for the first time you realize just how hot he looks when he’s high.
as you come down, you think about how luke has always treated you like you were with him. not in the romantic sense, he always used the familial excuse. “she’s like a sister to me,” said over and over again. when andre would throw a pointed glance at luke’s arm slung over your shoulder, when the others would eye you both a certain way as you peeled off from the group, when he caressed your cheek or fixed the strap of your shirt.
but nothing is familial about any of this. nothing screams little sister and big brother about the way luke pushes your thighs apart and continues to eat you out, even as you try to move him away. you’re losing grip again, starting to slip into a slight slumber that’s not completely atypical. there’s a dull craving for food in your belly, a distant thought that you’d like to dive into that show on netflix that luke was talking about. but you can’t do any of that with a supe between your legs, determined to stay here until he says so.
“don’t give up on me,” he says your name like he’s signing off his statement, “not yet.” he shakes his head, kissing right under your navel before digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, forcing them open. “just let me get one more from you. one more and then we’re done. promise.”
you can’t be mad at luke, not when the final orgasm he gives you is bigger than the last two, the evidence in the form of your juices shooting out and splashing against luke’s chin and chest.
when he grins up at you like he’s proud of you, you think that you could give luke whatever he wants, as long as he keeps looking at you like that.
drug use (molly); taking advantage; fingering; unprotected p n v; friend!luke
MDNI 18+
w/ LUKE RIORDAN
“are you…?” luke grips your face in his hand, pinching your chin as he turns your head side to side.
you try to act normal, trying to keep your jaw movements minimal and narrow your eyes just enough. but when you shudder at the touch of luke's hand on your shoulder—a platonic touch, really—it all clicks for him.
"are you rolling right now?"
no answer is clearly an answer. he curses under his breath, letting go of your face and the lack of his touch makes you whine. hopefully, the sound of everything else in this room drowns the sound out.
"can't believe you let cate talk you into this shit again," he says, looking around the room likely for the person who got you into this mess in the first place. you don't give him time to find her, in your eyes, you don't have time for anything other than satiating this burning need within you.
teary eyes, a hand around his wrist, a trembling chin, all because of an obnoxious tickle in your abdomen. it's so prominent in your current state that you can't even enjoy the situation you're in. you need help, and there's no one else you could go to.
luke's too sweet. too caring for his friends. he really lives up to his name. golden boy, the moniker sticks even as he guides you to a bathroom and pushes you into a stall.
a hand pushed under your skirt and around the crotch of your panties and you're already gone. head lolling back, moans audible as they bounce around the bathroom. just a single tweak of luke's fingers against your clit does it for you. mewling, whining.
you nod when luke starts to stroke your clit, reaching down to wrap a hand around his wrist once more when he speeds his pace up. throughout it all, luke's eyes are soft—watching every twitch of your facial muscles to determine how you feel. it's not until your feeble fingers wrap around the sturdiness of his wrist that he changes. a squint in his eyes, a harshness you've never seen even during his training.
your touch is pulled away, your hand pushed back into the wall behind you. you still have one good hand, but you know better than to try and do something with it. you remain at luke's mercy, letting him caress you beneath his touch until you've had enough.
except, enough doesn't come.
luke makes a complete mess of you right there in that bathroom. you soak his hand and your panties, and the sight is so mesmerizing that luke wants you to do the same to his cock. he takes you from behind, pulling your skirt up and pushing your sticky panties to the side to make just enough room for him.
you're so complaint the entire time and luke doesn't know if your compliance is a symptom of your respect for him or your inebriation. it could very well be both, but that just does it for luke even more. makes the force behind his thrusts stronger. makes his grunts and groans louder. makes the load he spills on your inner thigh bigger.
it makes his appreciation for you stronger, too. gives him some ideas for later.
