#innocent puppy dog luke

[kawhh]

Okay I am LOVING the dark blurbs but I can’t stop laughing at the idea of being Luke’s gf and just having the most perfect, healthy relationship. And you’re both just minding your business while watching dark! Quinn and dark! Jack lose their fucking minds

(I apologize in advance if this wasn't your exact train of thought and you meant more of them losing their minds with their own girls.)

I'm just fully cracking up enough at how they'd watch your relationship that I can't not take it this way.

It's like they're watching a nature documentary. Watching you both 24/7, fully stumped.

They'll sit there on the sofa together observing both of you interacting with each other. Confused about how Luke can just.. not watch you, not touch you constantly.

Their brother will just turn away from you if you're cutting something up? He'll just.. trust that you won't harm yourself accidentally? Won't burn yourself with the pan? He's even encouraging you to do things? Why? Why isn't he doing them for you?

He'll just let you leave the house? Without even asking for an explanation, demanding to come along? Or at least pretending he needs to go with you?

Doesn't spank you until you cry if you give him attitude?

Respectfully, what the fuck is wrong with their brother?

[snow-snowball]

𓆩❤︎𓆪 Nice ass, bro! 𓆩❤︎𓆪

You slapped his ass and complimented him.

characters: Sylus; Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes.

Sylus:

• Honestly, he expected something like this from you.

• So when you smacked him on his nice backside, Sylus merely raised an eyebrow.

• “Are you serious? Are you that bored, kitten?”

• “You have such a lovely butt, darling! I couldn’t just walk past it!”

• He simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer.

• “And what if I do this?” His hand began to slide from your waist down to your rear. “Hmm, I won’t stop, you know that, right?” Sylus lowered his head onto your shoulder. You felt a slight sting from his bite, followed by his slippery tongue licking the spot he had just bitten.

• “Sylus—I—I was just joking!”

• “Joking, you say?” The man straightened up and put on a pensive look, then suddenly his ruby eyes sparkled with mischief as he lifted you by your thighs. “Well, it seems the joke has spiraled out of control.” In a swift motion, he threw you over his shoulder and playfully smacked your ass, striding toward your bedroom. “Kieran, Luke, I’ll be busy for a couple of hours, so put your work on hold.” Sylus waved his free hand dismissively at his subordinates, who chuckled at the scene, before disappearing with you.

Xavier:

• Xavier lay on the couch with his eyes closed.

• You knew perfectly well that he wasn’t actually asleep; he was just pretending. That’s why you tiptoed closer to him.

• The Hunter had heard you long ago but continued to feign sleep. He was curious about what you were planning to do.

• Noticing his eyelashes fluttering slightly, you raised your fist to your mouth, stifling an impending laugh. Once you reached him, you were greeted with a stunning view of his backside, snugly wrapped in light blue jeans. You let out a whistle, momentarily forgetting your purpose. Gathering your composure, you playfully smacked his firm rear, the sound of your playful slap echoing through the room.

• Xavier propped himself up and looked at you with a puzzled expression. “Why did you do that?”

• “Great butt, darling!” you exclaimed, raising your finger triumphantly with a bright smile.

• The hunter sat there for a while, resting his chin on his thumb, deep in thought. “Alright then, I guess I’ll...” He suddenly pulled you close, settling you on his lap as his hands went straight to your hips, squeezing them and making you gasp. “Your ass is way better than mine. Mind if I chill like this for a bit?” He leaned his head to the side and gave you an innocent puppy-dog look—classic forbidden move.

Zayne:

• The man sat in the armchair, engrossed in a medical book. He was too absorbed to notice when you came home.

• You felt a twinge of worry that your husband hadn’t greeted you. But upon finding him reading in the living room, you crossed your arms and gave him a slightly displeased look. He still didn’t pay you any mind. With a sigh, you approached him, placing your hand on the book to close it and then letting it fall to your side.

• Slightly startled, Zane glanced at you and immediately stood up to embrace you. “I’m so sorry, darling; I lost track of time.”

• “It’s fine; I guess the book is more important than your wife!”

• “Don’t say that…” He looked at you seriously, taking your warm hands in his cool ones. “You will always come first to me.” The doctor held you gently, as if afraid to chase you away. He caressed your back with his large hands, burying his nose in your hair and kissing the top of your head.

• You couldn’t stay mad at him for long and wrapped your arms around him in return. You stood that way for a few minutes until your hands slid down, squeezing your husband’s toned behind and playfully tapping his firm thighs. “Wow! Dr. Zane, you’ve a nice ass!”

• The man let out a weary sigh; this wasn’t the first time you had done this. “As you wish, my dear.”

Rafayel:

• He was painting in his studio as usual, inspiration pouring out of him like a raging river. The masks were bold, and the colors were alive and vibrant.

• All would be well, except Rafayel kept getting paint smeared all over his backside.

• You quietly slipped into his room and froze at the doorway. His gorgeous ass was wrapped in tight pants, with paint smudges dotting the surface, and oh my, it bounced so enticingly with his movements.

• You spotted a small tube of paint and, seizing the opportunity, squeezed some onto your palm. Sneaking up behind him, you delivered a playful smack to his ass, causing him to jump in surprise. Raphael inadvertently jolted his hand, ruining what could have been a masterpiece.

• “What the hell?! You! You! Are you out of your mind?!”

• “I gotta say, this painting is just killer.” You pointed at his backside playfully. “The imprint of my hand fits perfectly into it!”

• The artist turned his head and noticed the marks your hands had left on his pants. Frowning, he turned away from you, arms crossed over his chest.

• “Did I hurt your feelings?” You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Your paint-splattered hands slipped beneath his shirt. “What a bummer, though! I still have some touches left to add—Ouch!”

• He suddenly spun around, pushing you back against his desk and looming over you. “Looks like you’ve taken it too far, Miss Artist.” He dipped his fingers into bright red paint, smirking as he locked eyes with you. “Now it’s my turn to create.”

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[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

Sorry for english mistakes, it is not my first language. Can we have more of what ‘Familial Issues Anon’ was talking about? Requesting for more Brother Aegon but it is not tied to the previous fic? Like Aegon and Little Sister Reader growing up with one another and the ideas of the Anon that requested it? Sorry it is my first tine asking for a fic request!

THE HISTORY BOOK ON THE SHELF. ( HOTD x READER ) [ PREQUEL? ]

AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3 pairing: Young! Aegon Targaryen x Little Sis! Reader prompt: Aegon finds himself enable to grasp the thought of losing you forever. word count: 1, 000+ words

You were a pest. No, you were a clingy pest. Like a leech. Aegon's personal leech. You just stuck to him. No matter how many times he tried to get rid of you, you came waddling back to him like a little duckling. You'd stare up at him, big puppy dog eyes and a giddy smile. So pure, so untouched. He wanted to ruin you. To ruin that good you had in you, in hopes it would make you stop clinging onto him. But, it never worked.

He could spout out the cruelest of insults to you, and you'd just stare at him. So innocent that the words did not click in his head. He could push you, and you'd just stand back up unflinching. Still seeing the best in him. He hated it. It was odd. Why could you not see the bad in him? The bad that everyone else saw in him? Why did you have to be so good? So sweet? So loving?

He hated it. Yet, he craved your presence. There was something nice about having you by his side. You weren't like Jace, trying to impress him. Or as much of a follower as Luke, wanting to fit in. You just adored him and everything he did. Like a stupid puppy. It was a battle within him.

"She's a pest." Yes, but she's your little sister.

"She sees too much good in me." Yes, but wasn't that better than hate?

"She was too young." Yes, only eleven and still too naive to understand just how horrid and rotten he was. But, she made him smile with her child-like wonder of the world.

"She loves you." Yes, she was the only one that did. Or at least, the only one that did love him for him. No matter how rotten he was. 

"She's too clingy." Yes, but one day she will grow out of it and suddenly the loneliness will come creeping back in. She won’t be there trailing after him, or hug him, or smile at him. 

"One day she will marry and leave you all alone." Yes, but for now you were his little sister. You were his little duckling. His little shadow. His little pest and he wanted to cling onto that a little longer. 

Watching you trailing after Aemond like a puppy, he scowls deeply, hatred and jealousy bubbling inside of him. You were supposed to be his little shadow. Not Aemond's. Keeping his distance for now, he watches as you give Aemond a big hug and smile, nodding your little head enthusiastically at whatever he says. The scowl on his face grows more and more deep. What could Aemond say that made you so happy? Watching you hand Aemond a linen cloth, he grows even more angry. No, no, no, that was his thing. You were supposed to give him gifts! Not Aemond.

Not being able to hold back any longer, he stalks towards the two of you, a dark glare on his face pointed towards Aemond. There was no way in the Seven hells was he going to allow Aemond to steal you from him. You were his pest. You were his. Not Aemond. Aemond could have Helaena or Jace and Luke for all he cared. You were his. You were meant to cling onto him. Watching you ramble away to Aemond, he straightens out, puffing up his chest to look more bigger. 

"Oh, Y/n.." He calls out, a hint of sing-song tone in his voice.

"Egg!" You cheerfully call out, your words lisping together.

"Aegon. We've been over this. It's Aegon, not Egg." He huffs, rolling his eyes.

“What are you doing here, Egg?” You ask, not catching his annoyance. 

Watching you completely forget about Aemond, he swiftly picks you up, carrying you on his back in a piggy back ride. You were a little heavy and too big to be carried in such a manner, but he didn’t care. If it meant keeping you close to him, he would grit his teeth and do it. Hearing you giggle loudly, he walks away from Aemond, shooting a deadly glare over his shoulder. As if he was a dog pissing on the ground to mark his territory. He wanted to be clear to everyone, you were his.

“Does not matter.” He brushes off, “We are going to the kitchen’s, I heard they are making lemon cakes.”

“Lemon cakes?”

“Yes, I think we can steal a few of them.” He nods, “What do you say, hm? An adventure with your big brother?”

“I would like that.” You smile, making him perk up.

"Good, good, because I wan't going to put you down anyways."

Watching as you dissect the lemon cake, you push the bitter lemon frosting away with your fork, piling it up on the side of the plate. Smiling softly as you turn your plate so he could eat the frosting, his gaze softens ever so slightly, shoulder’s relaxing. You were too kind. Even when eating your food, you still wanted to share with him, knowing that the frosting was always his favorite part. Pushing his uneaten slice closer to you, he had no desire to eat the lemon cake anymore, just wanting to see you smile some more. 

“Aegon?” You mumble, playing with your food with your fork. 

“Yes?” 

“I have a question.” You stare at the plate, “About marriage.”

“Marriage? What in the Seven’s name is making you think of marriage? You’re too young for that.” 

“Grandsire said I will one day make a good wife and mother. That I must follow my studies closely.” You mumble, “Do you think that I will be a good wife and mother one day?”

Furrowing his brows in confusion, he didn’t know why you were asking such a question, you were a long way away before marriage would become a concern. You barely turned ten and one, weeks ago. You should be focused on other matter’s, like embroidery or whatever stupid Court gossip spread around.

Wrinkling his nose up the more he thinks of you getting married, the more he dislikes the thought. You were too young, and too important for him to let you succumb to such a boring fate. If he was King, you would never have to marry. You two would just fly on dragon back and have fun all day. 

“I do. But, that’s like a billion years from now.” He rolls his eyes, exaggerating with his words.

“Do you think so? I know of many other girl’s who are already betrothed.” You mumble, playing with the frosting. 

“Yes, well, those other girls aren’t you. You're a Princess, a Targaryen one. You’re important and different from them. They're dull.” He shakes his head, refusing to compare you to the other girl in Court.

“You think so?” You ask, eyes full of so much hope.

“I know so. We’re Targaryen’s! Everyone wants to be us because we are special and they are dull and common.” He smiles, “There’s a thousand of them, and only one of you. You’re special.”

Watching as a big goofy smile spreads on your face, he perks up at the sight, happy to cause such joy within you. Picking apart the lemon cake with his fork, he watches as your eyes lower down to your plate, shoulder’s slouching for a moment. The smile on your face falters for a moment, almost as if some thought popped in your head and ruined the moment. Furrowing his brows at how quick the joy is gone, he wanted to punch whoever or whatever had popped into your head. 

“What is it?” He asks, slightly concerned by your shift in mood. 

“But, Grandsire said⎯”

“You are barely reaching your ten and two name day. You are too young to be considered a wife or Mother.” He shakes his head dismissively, “Grandsire is a fool. Do not let such things upset you. I won’t let them marry you off. You’ll stay here in the Red Keep with me, for like, forever.” 

Little did either of you know, that just on the other end of the Red Keep.Your marriage had already been arranged, and soon you’d be shipped off.

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[thegettingbyp2]

Its okay if you don’t wanna write this but if you’re willing to… could you write Jess Mariano with a girlfriend who has an oral fixation? 🫣

Can I

Jess had noticed that you had an oral fixation, even if you hadn’t noticed it yourself. He noticed the way you’d always have the tip of your pen in your mouth, the spoon you’d used to stir your coffee or even just biting your fingernails; you’d always have something in your mouth. What seemed to baffle Jess the most was the fact that you never seemed to notice it.

The two of you were in the apartment above Luke’s while Luke and Lorelai were on a date, giving you both a good few hours to yourselves. Deciding to watch a movie, you were cuddled up together on the sofa, Jess’ arm slung around your shoulder, holding you close while your eyes were fixed to the screen. Jess couldn’t help but notice how you’d keep turning your head slightly to gently peck his hand, which is how he had the idea to test the little oral fixation theory he had.

One time, as he noticed your head turn to his hand, he adjusted the position of his hand, slipping his thumb between your lips slightly. Not seeming to have noticed, your lips automatically wrapped around his thumb, sucking softly, the sensation travelling from Jess’ thumb down to his cock, making him adjust his position on the sofa.

‘You okay, baby?’ he asked when you didn’t move your lips, jolting you out of your head and making you take your lips from around his thumb, blushing heavily when you realised what you were doing.

‘Yeah, sorry, didn’t really pay attention to what I was doing,’ you said quickly, refusing to look at him. Jess took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up and making you look at him.

‘You don’t need to apologise, baby, over the past few weeks I’ve just noticed that you’ve always got something in your mouth. Is it a thing or?’

‘I don’t know,’ you replied, nervously playing with your fingers. ‘I guess, I seem to be able to focus more when I’m biting my nails or something. I know it’s weird and I’m so sorry I just did that and - ’

‘What did I just tell you about apologising,’ Jess interrupted, laughing softly, running his thumb gently across your bottom lip, smiling when he saw your tongue automatically dart out to lick the pad of his thumb. ‘It’s not weird. If it’s something that helps you then it can’t be weird. And I can always help if you need,’ he said, raising his eyebrow cheekily at you.

‘You mean,’ you started, grinning when you watched him lower his eyes to his crotch before looking back at you.

‘If it helps you focus, I feel like it’s just my duty as your boyfriend to help you,’ he said, turning the puppy dog eyes on and looking at you innocently, failing to keep the smirk off of his lips.

Grinning, you watched as Jess slumped down further on the sofa, tapping on his lower stomach, signalling for you to rest your head. Laying down with your head on his stomach, you let your fingers trail to the waistband of his joggers, slipping your fingers underneath, looking up at him. ‘Can I?’

‘As if you need to ask,’ he teased, lifting his hips slightly to let you tug his joggers down his legs just far enough to allow his cock to spring up. Settling your head more on his lower stomach, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sighing happily when you heard Jess’ muffled groan, knowing that this was for you and not his pleasure.

‘Good girl,’ Jess murmured softly as his hand found its way to your hair, his fingers running through the strands gently as you felt your eyes drift close as you let sleep take over you.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Boys P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Characters - Lucerys Velaryon & Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Lucerys Velaryon X Reader X Jacaerys Velaryon Reader - (OC) Vaella Targaryen (Eldest Daughter of Laena and Daemon) Rating - Smut Word Count - 2031

The hours had passed, and the two princes had spent the time eagerly anticipating Vaella 's return. Luke was practically buzzing with excitement, while Jace was looking slightly more relaxed, but still clearly excited at the prospect of her coming back.

Finally, they heard the soft sound of the door opening, and both boys immediately perked up, their eyes searching for her familiar figure.

Vaella slowly came in closing the chamber door and heading inside seeing how they both perk up like excited puppies "Aww you two seem excited to see me for once?"

They both grinned sheepishly, not denying it at all. They looked a bit embarrassed, but there was no hiding the joy on their faces now that she had returned.

"You said you would come back for cuddles," Jacaerys pointed out, sounding slightly accusatory.

"I did, I'm back aren't I?"

"You took ages," he grumbled slightly.

Lucerys, on the other hand, just looked extremely happy that she was back. He was practically beaming as he looked up at her. "Come and cuddle us," he requested eagerly. “P-please,” he added,

"Well I'm very sorry Jacaerys but sometimes drugging a knight and removing his tounge takes longer than anticipated" she chuckled giving Jacaerys a slight teasing tap on his nose "Aww you really missed me didn't you, such a sweetie?" She cooed sitting in Luke's bed and giving his forehead a kiss

Luke beamed, his smile widening even further as she sat on the bed and kissed his forehead,

Jace rolled his eyes at her comment, not even annoyed anymore now that she was back. He just looked at her with a hint of mock reproach in his eyes.

"Just hurry up and come over here," he grumbled, holding his arms out towards her.

"oh, somebody's very grumpy today, so? How are we doing this? Turns? If so who wants to go first? Or just one nice big snuggle?"

Both boys exchanged a look, clearly thinking about the three possible options. A hint of a smirk appeared on both their faces as they thought the same thing. They both looked at Vaella, looking completely angelic and innocent which they knew they both were not.

"One big snuggle," they said in unison.

"alright, who's bed then?"

"Definitely mine," Jace replied instantly, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards his bed. He was determined to have her as close as possible.

Luke looked betrayed but didn't protest. He just huffed and crossed his arms.

"Alright then," she chuckled sitting on Jace's bed "Who wants to be which spoon then?"

Both boys were immediately interested, and they both tried to speak at the same time.

"I want-!"

"I do-!"

They looked at each other for a moment, before turning to Vaella at the same time, wearing identical puppy-dog expressions as they looked innocently up at her.

"you boys are so childish sometimes" she chuckled as she stood and unlaced her velvet dress letting it cascade to the floor leaving her in her thin black cotton underdress that only went to her knees. She yawned and laid down in Jace's bed "Luke here. Jace here." She demanded tapping in front of her for Luke and behind her for Jace as she lay on her side

Both boys seemed slightly distracted as they watched her slip out of her dress, staring at her in her thin underdress. But then she snapped them both out of it by ordering them to take a specific position.

Jace obeyed, quickly taking the spot behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and pressing his body flush against her. Luke, meanwhile, slipped into the space in front of her, snuggling up against her.

Vaella happily laid her head on the pillow mostly as she knew it would cause a fight wherever she laid it and rested her hands around Luke's body to keep them all close as Jace held her in his arms the three together warm and cosy "ummm very nice and cosy"

Luke was practically melting against her body, his face nuzzling into her chest and his body feeling perfectly content in her embrace. Jace also looked very satisfied and content as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed, his breath warm against her skin. "Very nice," he agreed in a low voice.

"good, I'm so cosy I could just fall asleep"

"You can't fall asleep yet," Jace protested immediately. He squeezed her tighter, as if to keep her awake.

Luke let out a faint grumble in agreement. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Not yet."

"oh and why not?"

Both boys exchanged a look before they spoke,

"We're not ready to let you go," Jace said.

"We want to keep you awake," Luke added.

"I won't leave I'm just sleepy is all"

Jace and Luke were both clearly not satisfied with her response.

"No sleep," Jace protested stubbornly.

"Keep awake," Luke agreed, pouting slightly.

"alright alright, I'll do my best but you two are making me so comfortable"

Both boys gave her a satisfied grin. They knew her resistance was weakening, and they were going to take full advantage of it.

Jace nuzzled his head into her hair, his arms still wrapped around her waist, his chest against her back.

Luke snuggled closer to her chest, burying his face in her neck. His body pressed flush against her.

They were surrounding her completely, their bodies clinging to her tightly. They were clearly enjoying having her all to themselves, and they were determined to keep her from falling asleep for as long as possible.

Jace kissed the exposed skin of her shoulder, his lips soft against her skin.

Luke pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her back.

she chuckled as each of them began peppering her neck with kisses each having picked a different side to kiss, which caused her to giggle and slightly squirm between them

Both boys chuckled softly as they felt her squirming between them. Hearing her giggles only motivated them to keep kissing her, their mouths exploring the sensitive skin of her neck and collarbone. They both relished the feeling of her pressed between them, their bodies flush against hers.

Jace nibbled gently on her earlobe, while Luke placed a trail of kisses along her jawline.

"you boys are relentless"

Both boys hummed in agreement, their mouths still working slowly against her skin. They weren't going to give her any reprieve, no matter how much she squirmed or how much she protested.

"We're determined to keep you awake," Jace mumbled against her neck, as he continued kissing her.

"You're not allowed to fall asleep," Luke added, his voice slightly muffled as he nibbled on her shoulder.

"alright alright I won't fall asleep just no more kisses they tickle"

Both boys let out slight pouts of disappointment,

Jace nuzzled his chin against her shoulder and grumbled in her ear. "No more kisses?" He sounded slightly unhappy.

Luke, on the other hand, looked far more pouty than the other. "You don't like our kisses?" He whined, clearly dejected.

"of course I love you boys kisses but when you both do it at the same time I don't get to focus on any of the nice kisses"

Jace chuckled softly in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Ah, so you're saying we should kiss you one at a time instead of all at once?"

Luke also grinned as he nuzzled her neck, clearly on board with that plan. "we can do that," he mumbled against her.

With that, they fell into a pattern. One would kiss her neck and the other would kiss her shoulder, their mouths alternating between the two. They were careful not to kiss her at the same time, as per her request. They wanted to keep her here, but they weren't going to torture her with ticklish kisses. 

 Jace nibbled gently on her earlobe, his mouth hot against her skin. Luke continued to kiss her shoulder, his lips soft and gentle.

They continued their assault on both sides, both boys giving equal attention to her neck and shoulders. They seemed to have found a rhythm together, taking turns to kiss her skin, their mouths moving in unison. It was like they were both trying to outdo each other in terms of who could make her shiver more. The feeling of their lips against her sensitive skin was both exhilarating and maddening at the same time.

Vaella gasped and whimpered enjoying the boys kisses as they shared her neck and tender skin, still she slightly squirmed until Jace moved her tighter against him and Luke closed the gap between kisses leaving her with both pressed against her completely and her only ability to squirm tiny inches both of which cause her to rub up on them, if she squirms at all now her behind grinds on Jace and her front rubs up against Luke

Both boys let out a unison gasp as she rubbed up against them, their mouths pausing their attack on her skin for a moment.

Jace's breath hitched as he felt her grind against him from behind, and a low groan escaped him, his arms tightening around her waist.

Luke let out a shuddering exhale as her chest rubbed against his from the front, his lips quivering against her neck. He seemed to be holding himself back from burying his face in her chest at that moment.

she whined slightly whimpering as she couldn't stop her squirming pure reaction from the kisses on her ticklish spots on her neck. But she soon knew the danger she was in as she felt her hips shift once more and felt Jace hard behind her and Luke hard Infront of her leaving her with nowhere to escape the boys no matter how she moved she would be giving one pleasure and that only grew worse as they both continued to kiss and tickle her pressing her body tight between them.

Both boys groaned as they felt her squirming between them, her body rubbing up against them in the process. Their eyes darkened as they felt themselves grow harder in response to her unintentional stimulation. They were both completely wrapped up in her, the sensations overwhelming.

Jace's grip on her waist tightened as he tried to hold her still, his breath warm against her ear. "You're driving us crazy," he whispered, his voice strained with desire.

Luke nodded, his breath ragged against her neck. "You're making it very difficult for us to keep our hands to ourselves," he gasped.

"I'm not sure I can be blamed for that" she protested playfully

Jace nuzzled her ear, his breath coming in uneven gasps. "You're right. It's hard to blame you when you're so damn irresistible."

Luke nodded in agreement, his hands slowly tracing patterns on her hips, his fingers digging in slightly. "It doesn't change the fact that you're driving us crazy, though."

"... Alright, but one rule. You can't rip my dress" she told them

Both boys' eyes widened slightly at her command, their gazes shifting downward to look at her dress. They were clearly contemplating the idea.

Jace hummed in response, his fingers playing with the edge of her dress. "No ripping?" he repeated.

Luke chimed in as well, his eyes roving over her body as he considered the rule. "Are you sure about that? We might get a little... carried away."

"No ripping. That's the rules."

Both boys pouted slightly at her words, clearly a little disappointed that they wouldn't be able to tear her dress off. But they quickly recovered.

Jace sighed and nodded reluctantly. "Fine, no ripping. We'll have to find other ways to... express our desires."

Luke nodded as well, looking slightly frustrated but still accepting the rule. "You're asking a lot from us, you know. But we'll do our best to honor the rule. No tearing the dress."

With the rule established, both boys looked at each other and then back at her. They were both clearly still very eager to continue, but they were now bound by her rule of keeping the dress intact. 

[lomlkenji]

༊*·˚ the infamous staircase, luke patterson

summary : you went to the store for just a second and when you got back, you found your boyfriend in a familiar annoying situation.

warnings : jealous reader, FLUFF, light tease, bitchy bitches.

word count : 1.1k

── ⋆⋅☆ main masterlist

You were at a local supermarket getting snacks for the boys. It was a normal routine for you guys to do it after every performance, someone was given a day and they had to go to the supermarket to get the goods, and today is your turn.

You currently have five sodas, four chips, some cookies, gummy bears, chocolates, candies and a shit load more. The boys and you honestly, all have a huge appetite.

"Performance night?" the cashier asked. You're a regular customer at his shop, and you guys are always having small talks about your life.

"Yup." you chuckled as he kept on scanning the snacks.

Smiling, you continued the conversation by asking how's his life and the business, he was honestly glad to have you come here every so often and ask about his life. He felt so comfortable around you and with not having any kids, you were the closest thing he has.

After you guys finished talking, you glanced at the clock realizing how late it was. "Shit, they must be hungry, I'll see you soon Gary!" you yelled, already running out of the shop.

"Have a good night!" he smiled, waving you goodbye.

You turned around for a second and flashed him a grin and continued your way to the garage.

When you arrived at the house, people were already talking in groups, hanging out with themselves and their small group of people.

You moved so fast to the garage; you didn't realize a sight that would make your blood boil a few seconds later. "BOYS I'M BACK" you yelled and dumped all the food on the small table.

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Not even a second later, Reggie, Alex and Bobby came rushing to you, taking the plastic bags and rummaging through it.

"You're the best!" Reggie beamed; mouth full of sour cream chips he just opened.

You laughed at the boy and went to sit next to him and reached over to grab the hershey's chocolate bar, realising your boyfriend, Luke, didn't come in with the boys.

"Hey, where's Luke?" you croaked your eyebrows upwards, asking the three boys in front of you.

They immediately looked at each other, eyes wide while their hands moved carefully to grab the food of theirs.

Suddenly they slowly stood up from their spot. Being curious you joined in standing up. "RUN!" Bobby yelled as all the boys started away from you.

Alex, seeing he has the most snacks, ran slower and you were faster when you wanted to know something. And it scared the boys how mean you can be.

You grab Alex's collar and pull him back, halting him from moving.

"Don't hurt me! I'm innocent!" he quickly said as his hands moved to cover his head, dropping all the snacks.

"Alex," you said softly — threateningly — Alex groaned and removed the hands from his face. He knows exactly what you're doing. The puppy dog eyes trick, and Alex being the most emotional person in the group he tends to break more often.

"Where's Luke?" your tone is so soft it almost covers the sneering voice below it.

But Alex knew better, and there's no way he's getting out of this.

He sighed defeatedly, "Stairs." That's the only thing that he said, and you know exactly why they're so afraid of telling you.

The stairs is the place where most girls hang out and where they usually drag Luke to.

"Thanks Alex, love you." you mumbled quickly and patted his chest.

You ran outside and your eyes instantly caught a glimpse of your boyfriend. How could you have missed it earlier?

Slowly, you walk towards his direction, getting closer and you see about ten girls surrounding him.

Luke looks uncomfortable as he shifts his weight from one leg to another. He just wants to see his girlfriend in all honesty. But being the respectful and thoughtful person he is, he doesn't want to be rude to his fans and leave.

You held a laugh at his expression, it looked so forced as he laughed at the girl's joke. As the 'laughter' died down, some girl with an earring the size of your hand suddenly took Luke's arm, staring up at him, batting her eyelashes and moving closer to him.

The sight made your blood boil.

Luke was obviously uncomfortable as he slowly backed away from the girl, but her grip was strong; it's almost possessive.

Not having enough patience, you made your way to the crowd and started pushing your way forward to your boyfriend.

When you reached the front, you saw Luke's gaze was on his shoes, ignoring the girl's conversation, attempt in flirt with him.

As you came closer, your shoes became visible to him and his line of vision. He recognises those sneakers from anywhere.

He snapped his head upwards, and you swiftly cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

Deeply.

Luke immediately reacts to the kiss as he relaxes in your hold.

The girl with the strong grip on his arm loosened her grip, so he wasted no time in putting them on your waist bringing you in closer.

You smirked when you heard some gasps. But then your focus instantly went back to Luke's lips.

How warm, soft and plump they were. How perfectly it went with your lips.

Needing oxygen, you pulled away out of breath at how intense that kiss was and saw all the girls now gone.

"What was that for?" Luke breathed out. his insides were warm and fuzzy, he felt like floating.

"Nothing, just wanted to show them you're mine." you whispered, lips brushed against his.

"Would you say, you were-" he taunted.

"Don't say it."

“Maybe a little-“

"I will rip your throat out." you threatened, if it were the other boys they would run like their asses were on fire. But this was Luke we're talking about, he's the only one that can handle you.

"Jealous?" he finished, smirking.

He knows you don't like being called that, but he just couldn't help himself. He loves seeing your flustered state if he teases you.

You rolled your eyes, your hands were on his chest and his hands moved to your hips. You buried your head in his chest and nodded your head, accepting the fact that you were, indeed, jealous.

He chuckled and kissed your temple, his head dipped down, lips brushing the shell of your ear, "You know I only have eyes for you baby."

His breath and low voice sent shivers down your spine as you shuddered. Luke had a shit eating grin on his face, loving how easily you can fall apart because of him.

You looked up and smirked at him, a glint of playfulness in your eyes, you're not even covering the fact that maybe you were loving this. You will only be jealous for Luke Patterson and him only.

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[astars-things]

Messy Pt3

this will probably be the last part x 

It had been a week since Y/N left to stay at Luke’s.

The house felt different without her. Too quiet. Too empty. Every time I walked past her room, I half-expected to hear music playing or see her sprawled out on her bed, scrolling through her phone. But the door stayed shut, untouched, like she’d never come back.

I sat on the couch, staring at my phone, debating whether to call her again. Every time I tried, I either got her voicemail or a short, dry text that let me know she was safe—but nothing more. She wasn’t ready to talk.

I had to fix this.

Then an idea hit me.

For months, Y/N had been begging me for a golden retriever puppy. She’d send me pictures, drop hints, even strategically bring it up in conversations to wear me down. I always said no—too much responsibility, too much work. But sitting here, realizing how much I’d screwed up, I knew what I had to do.

I grabbed my keys and headed out.

Two hours later, I walked through the front door carrying the smallest golden retriever puppy I could find. She had soft, floppy ears and big brown eyes that looked up at me with pure innocence. She let out a tiny bark and wagged her tail, completely oblivious to the fact that she was about to change everything.

"Alright, little one," I muttered, setting her down on the floor. She immediately clumsily ran in circles before tripping over her own paws. I shook my head, letting out a small laugh. “You’re perfect.”

I spent the next hour setting everything up—food and water bowls, a soft dog bed in the living room, and a basket full of chew toys. Then, I went into Y/N’s room.

I hadn’t stepped in here all week.

The bed was still made from the day she left, but dust had started to settle on the furniture. I grabbed a cloth and wiped down her desk, picked up a few stray hoodies from the floor, and smoothed out her comforter. Then, I did something I hadn’t done in a long time—I made it hers again.

I hung up framed photos on the wall—some of just her, some of us together when things were good. A picture of her and Luke from a summer trip, one of her as a little kid sitting on my shoulders, laughing. I even put up the poster she had been nagging me about but never got around to hanging. When I stepped back, the room felt warm again. Like home.

Like hers.

The puppy padded in behind me, tilting her head as she looked around. I knelt beside her, scratching behind her ears. "I hope this helps," I murmured, exhaling shakily. "I just want her to come home."

I pulled out my phone and hesitated before typing a message.

Me: Hey, kid. I know you’re mad at me. And you have every right to be. But I want you to know that I’m trying. I miss you.

I attached a picture of the golden retriever puppy, sprawled out on the floor, her tiny tail wagging at the camera.

Me: She’s waiting for you.

I hit send and sat on the edge of Y/N’s bed, staring at my phone, hoping—praying—she’d answer. after I saw that it had been read my heart raced 

y/n: no way, I'll ask uncle lukey to bring me back 

I felt like I was about to pass out from nerves. The puppy must have sensed it because she jumped up onto the couch, licking my face until I laughed. “You’re gonna help me win her back, okay?” I whispered, scratching her ears.

When I heard the car pull into the driveway, my heart pounded. I stood up, the puppy in my arms, as the front door opened. 

the puppy instantly ran towards y/n, she picked her up and held her

“Are you serious?” she whispered, looking up at me, her voice barely holding together.

I nodded. “she's yours. I know you’ve wanted one for a while.”

She stared at me, her grip tightening around the puppy as she blinked rapidly. “Why now?”

I exhaled, rubbing the back of my neck. “Because I haven’t been the dad you deserve. And I’m sorry. I’ve been distracted, and I haven’t been there for you the way I should be. But I’m done making excuses, Y/N. I want to be better. I will be better.” 

she gave me a hug wiping her tears on my hoodie  before taking her new best friend to her room  “You cleaned my room?” she asked softly as she opened the door 

“Yeah,” I admitted. 

She turned to me, her expression unreadable—then wrapped her arms around me again. “I love you, Dad.”

I held her tight. “I love you too, kid.”

[imyourbratzdoll]

heyy! i have a request but before i share it i just wanted to point out that i love you writing and i think you definitely should become an author! now on to my request, can you do a luke danes x reader smut. i already read the other ones you did. i would appreciate it💗

hey honey! thank you so much, you're so sweet! I hope you like what I wrote!

summary - your dad's best friend fucks you into the couch once your dad leaves to go get more beer.

warning - smut, creampie, swearing, light slapping, daddy kink, aftercare.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

How could he be real? Why did he have to be your dad’s best friend? Why was he over? All of these thoughts were running through your head as you sat at the table, staring at the back of Luke’s head as he sat with your dad in the lounge watching football. You felt your insides churn at the thought of his head between your thighs, arousal gathering in your knickers as you thought about him throwing you on the table and pounding into you while you wore your short skirt. 

You slowly stand, making your way to the loungeroom, hands behind your back as you rock back and forth, looking at your dad with puppy dog eyes. “Dad, can I sit with you guys?” You don’t pay attention to Luke, keeping the innocent act. 

“Sure, sweetie.” He takes a sip of his beer as you sit between him and Luke, placing a blanket over your lap as you snuggle into the couch. Your thighs squeeze together as Luke’s musky scent enters your nostrils, feeling his warmth radiating off of him at how close he is to you. You hear a huff and turn your head toward your dad.

“What’s wrong?” 

He shakes his head, “We’re out of beer. I’m going to have to get some more.” He looks at you and Luke, “You don’t mind staying here with Y/n, do you?” 

Luke shakes his head, resting his arm over the back of the couch, leaning in closer to you. “No, I don’t mind, and it’ll give us time to catch up.” Your father smiles, getting up and leaving. The moment you hear the car door close and he drives off, a squeal escapes you as you are pushed down into the couch. Luke hovers over you with a dark look in his eyes. “You think it’s okay to tease me like that? Wearing this when you know I can’t even fucking touch you?” He growls, shoving a hand up your skirt and between your thighs, cupping your cunt. “Who made you this wet, baby? Hmm?” 

You whimper, “Y–you.” You gasp when he rubs your swollen clit, and he grunts as you become wetter, quickly unbuttoning his jeans and releasing his throbbing member. His thumb swipes across his slit to collect his pre-cum, using it to lube himself before he places his cockhead against your weeping hole and slowly pushes in. Your back arches and your eyes roll back into your head, your mouth falling open in a silent moan at the stretch. Your nails dig into his arms as he continues to push deeper into your tight cunt. “L–Luke!” 

He grips your throat, glaring down at you as he begins to thrust harder into you. “That’s not my name, baby girl. Say it properly.” He growls, spitting into your open mouth as his pace picks up, gripping your legs and forcing them to wrap around him, sending sharp thrusts into you. “C’mon, be the good girl I know you can be and say my name.” 

You swallow, feeling your walls throb around his cock at how forceful he is. Your eyes begin to water as he continues to send sharp thrusts into your tight cunt. “D–Daddy!” You hold onto him tightly, and soft cries leave your lips, wondering how you could be so lucky to experience pleasure like this. His pace becomes brutal, gripping your hips and throat hard enough to leave marks. Your hands come up and dig into his hair, tugging hard on it with each thrust. “Oh! Feels good, right there!” 

Luke grunts, looking between the two of you, watching his thick, veiny member thrust in and out of your sopping cunt. He pounds harder and faster into you at the sight of your cream coating his base, “We gotta be quick, baby girl. Don’t want your father to see how much of a whore you are, do you?” You whimper, eyes beginning to roll to the back of your head as his hand slips between your bodies to flick and rub your swollen pearl, pounding into your sweet spot as your vision becomes white. A whine escapes you as he slaps your cheek softly, “Pay attention, you little whore. We don’t want your father to see you like this, right?” You nod, feeling too dumb to be able to respond correctly. “Oh, you want him to see how much of a slut you are.” He groans, thrusting harder and deeper into you, smirking as you try to understand his words.

Your walls clench and pulsate, and little whines and whimpers leave you. Your back arches as your vision completely blanks out, and your walls squeeze Luke’s thick member as your arousal squirts out and covers the large, older man. Your body sags into the couch. Luke continues to pound into you, grunting and groaning as your cunt spasms around him, his balls tighten, and his thrusts begin to get sloppy. He buries himself deep inside, releasing thick spurts of cum deep inside your cunt.

“Fuck, baby girl.” Luke groans, resting his forehead against yours before he slowly pulls out, lifting you and carrying you to the bathroom, where he begins to clean you up. He carefully strips you from your clothes and into your pyjamas before tucking you into your bed, pressing a soft kiss onto your head. Luke walks over to the door, turns off the light and goes back into the lounge to clean everything up, making sure the place doesn’t smell like sex before he settles back into the chair, right in time as your dad happens to walk in through the door.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[alleyskywalker]

I sat down to write my reaction post to the second ep of HOTD and…realized Idk how to approach it, where to start. And not because I hated every single thing about it – like with ep1 there were lots of good or at least interesting moments. There were other choices I wouldn’t have personally liked in any circumstance but that weren’t necessarily bad in and of themselves if they’d been in another show, surrounded with other context or other scenes. The problem is how ridiculously biased this writing is and how that bias and the ridiculousness of it permeates everything, even the parts that were good or fine or reasonably in character. We knew, of course, even from S1, that the writing was biased. But this season it feels especially blatant.

How am I supposed to feel about say…Jae’s funeral? On one hand, a gut-wrenching scene, carried so well by Olivia and Phia’s superb understated acting. It’s a scene that has every reason to be there – royal funeral processions/spectacles were (and still are) normal. And even if it’s not a regular occurrence in this universe (questionable), it’s a very good and smart play by Otto. On the other hand, is it not suspect that the funeral of this child was less of a melancholy moment of mourning like Luke’s funeral (despite the obviously grieving family) but focused on Helaena’s panic attack at being too close to too many people, and with the distraction of Jae’s cart getting stuck in the mud (was that supposed to be symbolic of something???). Do we not remember TB shrieking long before the episode aired that the Greens have a public funeral for Jae “just to make the Greens look bad”? These people are known for the worst faith takes, so what does it say that the writers apparently agree with them?

How am I supposed to feel about Alicent’s inability to successfully, if at all, to comfort her children? Is this a potentially interesting exploration of how her own grief, guilt, self-blame/low self-esteem, and complicated relationship with her kids due to their common and individual family traumas (and, in Helaena’s case…neurodivergence, I guess?) have and are affecting her? Or is it just a low-key attempt at character assassination, given that last season she was shown as perfectly capable of showing affection to her children (more than one with Aemond, hugging Helaena and making other attempts when she was less receptive, even kissing Aegon at the coronation despite their turbulent relationship)?

Is Alicent’s self-blame and guilt a potentially interesting exploration of how grief can affect people, of what happens when a person feels they are breaking some moral or ethical or religious code of conduct that they sincerely believe in/believe they can be punished for breaking? Or does the narrative blame her too/knows that a large chunk of the audience will too or at least will find the self-blame and guilt pathetic or unsympathetic (because goodness knows that’s all Twitter/X has to say on the matter, it seems).

How am I supposed to feel about Aegon hanging the ratcatchers? Of course, Otto is right – this was a terrible thing to do, not just because it was politically a misstep, but first of all because there were many innocent people executed without trial. It’s a canonical event, and in context of Aegon’s grief and fury, it’s interesting in and of itself, it’s part of the commentary on the wreckage that war and nobles’ games cause. I’d have no issue with it, except…. Why was this made into a literal cartoon-villain-esque kick the dog moment? By making me feel sorry for the sad, cute puppy am I supposed to think that hanging Cheese was somehow wrong? After he sawed off a child’s head? And why is it that the smallfolk get angry when Aegon hands the ratcatchers but not when Rhaenys trembles dozens of smallfolk in the dragon pit? How come Aegon is held accountable for all his mistakes, at least by the people closest to him, and Criston very specifically sends a kingsguard member to impersonate his twin and kill Rhaenyra, but the show removed maximum responsibility from Daemon and of course made sure that Rhaenya was just appalled by the whole thing. (And suddenly cares about Helaena? I actually rolled my eyes at that line so hard it hurt.)

What am I to think of the messy/awkward/complicated TG family dynamics? They’re interesting! They’re fun! They could make for some great television (and fic lol). I could/should/would enjoy this. But on the other hand, when TB get all these bonding moments, or the potential messiness (e.g. Rhaena feeling ignored by her father) is ignored in like 85% of situations? And when this imbalance is not at all in the book? (When it feels like they wanted to cut/held off on Daeron specifically because he was so sweet and mild tempered and beloved by everyone?) It becomes frustrating, not fun.

At what point do I need to decide that this show isn’t worth it? After all, I think the sentiment that “maybe this is just not telling the kind of story you want to hear/watch” is generally a wise approach. Except…that would hold if this was an original show or if it was one of those “loosely based on/inspired by” things that were not pretending to be adaptations. But when you’re advertised an adaptation, you’re not coming in blind. Ideally, you’re coming in knowing what sort of story you’re coming for, at the very least. Unlike  ASOIAF, the Dance is a fully finished story. There shouldn’t have been any “nasty surprises” like some people got in the last seasons in GoT…

But they mentioned Daeron by name. Tom’s acting is incredible. We know I’m not going anywhere for now lmao.

Maybe I won’t do my usual type of notes/reaction post this time, after all I’ve said so much of what I most feel right now anyway.

Sorry for the depression/pessimism guys. I’m just so tired.

[themisimagines]

prompt: person a and person b are playing a video game, but person a is taking it more seriously than person b... content: you and luke are trying to play a video game together but instead of taking it seriously, you decide to play a game with him instead characters: luke x reader

‘No, no!’ Luke cries as the screen fades to black and the ominous words Game Over scroll across. You growl in frustration as well, throwing your controller down onto the couch. 

It’s a lazy Sunday morning, and you’re both barely out of your pyjamas. Luke is not wearing a shirt, just a pair of sweatpants that you can see the outline of his dick through, and you’re wearing his missing shirt, with just underwear and nothing else underneath. You both are so close to finishing this boss fight, but somehow you can’t sync up, and more than once you’ve been clobbered on the head by the boss, mostly relying on Luke carrying you through the whole game. Now it seems like you can’t just coast along anymore. 

‘Maybe we should take a break,’ you suggest. ‘We’ve been playing for nearly two hours.’ 

‘But we’re so close!’ Luke pleads with you. You can’t resist his puppy dog eyes, so you sigh and pick up your controller, only to be met by defeat yet again, even faster than before. 

You decide to take a break, but Luke goes on, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he tries to manage two controllers. You have to admit, he’s doing an admirably better job than you have been this entire time. 

You watch him play, but slowly get bored. 

‘Luke…’ You say. ‘I’m bored.’ 

‘Mhmm.’ He’s too focused to really pay attention to what you’re saying. 

‘Luke!’ 

‘Yes babe?’ He says, eyes still glued to the screen. The boss has only half a bar of health left. An idea flashes through your head as you crawl towards him on the sofa. 

‘I’m almost done — wait, wait wait. What are you doing?’ Luke says, pausing the game and looking down at you with wide eyes. 

You’re in-between his legs, and have already swiftly undone the knot on his sweatpants. 

‘You’re playing a game, and I wanted to play my own game,’ you smile innocently at him.

‘Babe, if you wanted to play that kind of game, you only had to say…’ He’s about to put down his controller and swoop you up, but you stop him. 

‘Nope. I want you to keep playing,’ you tell him. ‘If you win, you’ll get to claim your prize.’ 

Luke’s pupils have dilated and his mouth has dropped open, face going completely red. He’s about to stammer something, but you pull his trousers down to his ankles quickly to expose his cock. 

‘Well?’ You ask. ‘Keep playing.’ 

He gulps and frantically presses play. 

You can hear the battle resume behind you as you take Luke’s cock into your hands and give it a long, slow lick, feeling him harden almost instantly under your touch. Above you, Luke gives a small whimper and you stifle a giggle. You pay extra attention to the underside of his cock, his scent thick in your nostrils, and Luke shifts, trying to concentrate. 

When you engulf his cock in your mouth at last, he shudders and lets out a satisfied groan. He fails to dodge, and you can hear the sound of the boss swatting at your characters. You swirl your tongue over the tip of his cock, doing your best to distract him even further, moving your lips up and down his hard length. You are enjoying coaxing all these noises from him, eyes flicked upwards to watch his face twisted in desire, even while he valiantly tries to manage two controllers at once. You speed up your actions, head bobbing up and down in serious concentration, all while Luke groans and writhes, his hips canting gently upwards, hands itching to twine in your hair. 

You can tell that the boss fight is coming to a head now, the boss evolved into its final form. Luke’s fingers fly faster, pressing furiously as you try to make him come undone with your mouth. It’s a short-lived battle as Luke tries to keep himself under control. 

Then a triumphant noise, as Luke throws down the controllers. You reluctantly slide your mouth off with a loud pop, but when you turn back to see the victory screen, Luke has already pounced on you, hands eagerly moving up towards your chest, mouth hungrily kissing yours despite where it’s just been, cock thrusting urgently against your inner thigh. When his fingers trace your entrance you are already wet, and they slide in easily, curling upwards to find that perfect spot. 

‘Time for me to claim my prize?’ He asks hopefully, and you can almost imagine a tail wagging behind him. You nod, and he takes his fingers out of you, putting them into his own mouth to taste your sweet scent. You guide his hips towards yours. 

‘Please?’ You ask, core throbbing with the aching need to be filled. Luke slips just the tip of his cock in, hips bobbing shallowly as he hovers over you, watching your expression, grinning at the way you’ve turned into a mewling, whimpering mess, his shirt hiked up over your chest and legs spread wide open for him. 

‘You’re so beautiful, babe,’ he whispers, head dipping to give you a kiss, just as he slides his cock all the way inside, and you cry out in pleasure. The carpet is rough against your back when Luke starts to rock his hips in earnest, and his lips suck on your neck as he plunges into you again and again, drawing out moans from you with every thrust. 

 You sigh into his ear. ’Oh Luke.’ 

‘I love it when you moan for me, baby. I want to hear you say my name when you come,’ Luke’s cock is pressing up against all the right angles, and you can feel yourself slowly tipping over the edge, tight heat pooling in you. 

‘Harder, Luke,’ you beg, and he complies, grunting as he focuses on delivering you as much pleasure as possible. 

‘Baby, I’m so close,’ Luke’s voice is a desperate keen as his hips stutter against yours. You can feel his cock throb inside you, close to release. The thought of Luke spilling into you is the image that pushes you over the edge, and you arch your back when you come, and Luke fucks you roughly through your orgasm, thrusting deeply into you one final time as his hot cum floods into you, both of you trembling and riding out your respective waves of satisfaction. 

Luke collapses beside you on the carpet, gathering you into his arms and pressing soft kisses into your hair. 

‘That was… wow.’ 

You can hear the blush in his face just from his voice alone. You playfully poke him in the chest. ‘Seems like you don’t need me to finish the rest of the game, hmm?’ 

‘No!’ Luke protests. ‘I don’t mind carrying you through it.’ 

‘What can I say? I’m good at providing incentives.’ 

He begins to tickle you, and you have to fend him off as you try to rush to the bathroom to clean up before the cum leaking out of you destroys the carpet. 

[hearts4hughes]

nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! and  “but i miss you...” “hon’ i just left fifteen minutes ago.” maybe clingy gf with luke at the lake house?

nora’s 500 celly !!

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spending summers at the lake house with the hughes family was always your favorite. you got to spend time with your boyfriend, best friends, and enjoy the pleasures of the summer. the only downside was having to share him with everyone else.

fifteen minutes ago you were laying on top of luke, enjoying the summer sun and your beautiful boyfriend. now you were laying alone, patiently awaiting luke’s return.

as you and luke were resting by the water, jack came running down yelling and jumping about going on the boat. being the hyper brother he is, he roped luke into going on the boat with him. you had been invited, but you weren’t in a boat type of mood. you wanted to relax and work on your tan.

just before luke left, you tried to muster up the best puppy dog eyes you could, but of course it didn’t work.

“nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time.” was his reply to your innocent attempt to persuade him to leave.

after deciding your patience has just about worn off, you pull out your phone, facetiming luke. it only takes a few seconds for luke to pick up.

he’s hushing everyone on the boat saying you’re calling. “hi babe!” he beams, showing you the view of the water and jack wakesurfing.

“hi, lukey.” you smile, taking a facetime photo of him as he turns the camera back to himself. he raises an eyebrow before giggling.

“is everything ok?” he questions, his features softening.

you bite back a huge smile. “well, yes.” you begin, “but i miss you.” you pout, feigning innocence.

he chuckles. “hon’, i just left fifteen minutes ago.” in response, you frown. “listen, i’ll be back in less than thirty minutes, and you’ll have me for the rest of the day.”

you pretend to think about his compromise for a moment, earning a toothy smile from him. “deal.”

“i love you so much and i’ll be back soon.”

“i love you to the moon and to saturn, my love.”

[missjomarch]

Luke, do you know where my hoodie is?

He just got out of the shower and he’s getting ready to head to the rink to handle some media stuff. His pants sit low on his waist, exposing his v-line, and he still lacks a shirt. You briefly register his movements about the room but you’re far too interested in the book you’re reading to notice much else.

“Babe, have you seen my grey devils hoodie? The new one with the red logo?” Luke questions, you’re eyes peak up from your novel at this. You look down slightly and remember that you’re currently wearing the hoodie he’s searching for. You had thrown it on after the activities you and Luke partook in this morning, not realizing it was a newer one. But it was incredibly soft and smelled like him, so there was no way you were giving it up freely.

You cleared your throat lightly, “Haven’t seen it, love. Maybe check the laundry room?” You suggest, though you know he won’t find it there. He makes his way out of your shared bedroom, still oblivious to your outfit. You’ve lost your focus too much to return to reading, so you close your book. You’re reaching to trade it for your phone on the night stand when Luke enters again.

“I still can’t find-” Luke cuts himself off immediately, stopping in the doorway to look at you. You’re halfway extended across the bed, reaching for the nightstand, and the covers have slipped down to expose your secret. Luke closes him mouth and gives you a ‘seriously?’ look. You give him your cutest smile back.

“…oops?” You shrug, pulling your best look of innocence.

“Did you somehow miss the fact that I’ve been looking for that all morning?” Luke quirks an eyebrow as he makes his way over to you.

“Okay I know, but it smells like you.” You pout, crossing your arms to wrap yourself in the oversized material.

“I have a billion hoodies here that smell like me, one almost identical to this one in fact. I really need this one babe,” he looks down to find staring back with your most convincing puppy dog eyes, “just for today.” He promises. You sigh dramatically as you realize you’re not winning this battle.

“Fine…” you mumble, lifting your arms up so he can pull the hoodie from your frame. Before he can do that, however, his face lights up.

“I’ll tell you what. How about a trade? I’ll let you wear the Michigan hoodie today.” He offered, smiling as your face lit up. Luke had a million hoodies from his time at UMich, but this was the Michigan hoodie. The one he’d give you when he left for roadies, it was the softest thing you’d ever worn and the smell of his cologne never faded from the material. It had been packed up with the rest of his blue and maize since his arrival to New Jersey, so you were quick to approve the trade.

“Deal.”

He removed the devils hoodie from your body and replaced it with the blue Michigan hockey sweatshirt. And with a quick kiss to your lips and a promise to be back soon he was out the door, leaving you cuddled up in bed with the umich memorabilia.

[giggle-bee]

Technical Difficulties

Day 11: Squeal, Ler!Asmo, Lee!Simeon (please do not ship them)

(Photogenic sweets, banners by @/momsagainstinternetuse-archive)

Summary: Simeon is trying to set up his Devilgram account, enlisting Asmodeus for help. It seems to be more than a simple fix however, but Asmo is more than happy to give it a makeover!

Warnings: none, just fluffy tickles!

“Oh dear. This won’t do at all,” Asmo muttered, legs crossed and brows furrowed as he scrolled through the sparse contents of Simeon’s Devilgram page. After a lot of pushing and meddling from Solomon and Luke, the angel had enlisted his help in the world of social media, wanting to make a good impression on the Devildom during his time stationed there. But, the numerous typos, blurred pictures, and a profile picture of his eye were not helping.

“How did you manage to mark yourself as a business? I thought you didn’t know how to work the settings!” Asmo pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated and confused.

“Don’t ask me! Maybe Luke messed with it? I mean… it isn’t that bad, is it?”

Asmo turned to him, Simeon’s puppy dog eyes on full display. He sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder, comforting, but Simeon knew he meant business. “It’s not the worst I’ve seen. You just need a little refresh! A little… shaping! To the salon!” Simeon was quickly tugged up the stairs and into Asmo’s room, disappearing behind an ornate pink door.

Asmo flicked on a string of fairy lights and dimmed the overhead ones, clearing his desk.

“We’re having an intervention! Via photoshoot! I’m going to rework your page and make you the most savvy angel in the Devildom!” He exclaimed with stars in his eyes, pulling out a box of shawls and a feather boa from his closet.

“I… well- I appreciate the sentiment, but isn’t this too much?” Simeon muttered, a bit scattered by Asmo’s burst of energy. Asmo grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the vanity, shoving a big fluffy brush in his face and patting his face with loose powder. In a matter of minutes, Simeon’s natural features were enhanced by the light touch of highlighter and the shiny gloss Asmo had applied to his lips.

The demon stepped back, admiring his work, snapping his fingers. “Alright! Phase two!” Asmo set his phone up on a small tripod, a ring light shining in Simeon’s eyes. How much effort was this going to take?

He stood there awkwardly, arms rigid at his sides, smiling brightly at the camera. Asmo frowned, “Simi, you gotta be more fluid! Act like an actual living angel! Not a statue!”

He fussed around Simeon, putting arms into place, adjusting his posture, before hurrying back over to the camera. It reminded the angel of a movie director, making sure everything was as it should be. But it seemed that Asmo’s corrections weren’t sticking.

“Natural! Try not to be so stiff! Here-”

Asmo sauntered up behind him, humming and grabbing Simeon’s exposed hips. “Now, turn this way, and- oh? What was that?”

A very girlish squeak reverberated through Asmo’s room, the high ceilings making it bounce around like bells. Did.. did that sound come from him?

Asmo experimentally shifted his fingers to the inside of Simeon’s hip dips, making the angel squirm out of his grasp with a yelp. Oh no.

Now, Simeon had known Asmo for a long time. He knew this look. The playful eyes under his long lashes, the innocent smile on his pink lips, and his twitching hands hanging daintily by his sides. This, was no longer Asmodeus. The ruthless tickle monster that teased, cooed, and fawned over its victims had fallen to the Devildom as well.

“Are you still ticklish after all these years, Simeon?” Asmo questioned, slowly walking towards him. He was practically beaming, his nails glinting in the light. His long, very tickly looking nails.

“Ah, Asmodeus, I- ahahaha! Wahahait!”

Those nails were now skittering around Simeon’s hips, making the Angel squirm and jolt away from Asmo. “Awh! This still gets you, doesn’t it? I remember your hips being bad, doesn’t make sense why you keep them on display all the time, hm?”

Simeon was trying his best to avoid the delicate camera setup, but failed, falling to the ground beside it. “Asmo! There’s no need to do something this childish! We’re civil, mature, angels and demons are we not?” His flushed cheeks were not helping the situation.

“Oh? But I remember differently, dear~ I remember you loooved to tickle me and my brothers in the Celestial Realm! You were always too strong for me to properly get you back, but now…” Asmo smirked, placing his nails on Simeon’s sides. “Now, I have the upper hand!”

Simeon was thrown into laughter again when he started raking up and down his ribs and sides, kneading into his hips for good measure. “Ahahahasmohohoho! I’m sohohohoreehehee!” He was squirming back and forth, trying to escape tickles on both sides, but Asmodeus saw a golden opportunity.

“Gotcha~” he purred as he pinned Simeon on his stomach. “You really do love exposing your worst spots don’t you? I remember you used to go wild when Lucifer got you here,” he reminisced as he traced under Simeon’s shoulder blades.

“WAihAIhit nOhoHO-” Simeon let out a surprisingly angelic screech and tried to bat at the demon’s hands, but no luck. “Your wings… they should be abouuuut…” Asmo mumbled to himself while Simeon squealed and kicked his legs.

“NAHAHAHA AHAHAHASMOHOHODEHEHUS-”

“There we go! I found them! And what have I told you about calling me Asmo~?” He kneaded gently at the two ribs under Simeon’s shoulderblades, close to his spine, where his wings would be if they were in the Celestial Realm. His wings had always been a death spot, one he was glad still brought out the brightest cackles from the angel.

Simeon had gone boneless, completely lost in laughter. It was something he missed, honestly. Camaraderie with his brothers had always been something he valued, and since coming to the Devildom, he had made it a mission to gain it back. This was not the most conventional way of doing it, sure, but Asmo was obviously having lots of fun. And maybe Simeon was too.

The demon giggled along with the angel, slowing down his tickles. Letting Simeon get up, he gave one last scribble to his neck, making him scrunch cutely.

“Dahahawwww! Look at you! That’s what I wanted to see! You’re practically glowing!” Asmo grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the giggly angel.

Simeon caught his breath and blinked, leaning over the phone. “How did it turn out?”

“Soooooooooo cute!” Asmo squealed, hugging him tight. “We need to make this your profile picture! Oh! And we can go get dessert to celebrate my success! Simeon and Asmo-chan lunch date, I’ll get so many followers!”

Suddenly, Simeon was being whisked away again, but he didn’t mind. His online presence didn’t matter to him, what mattered was spending time with his once-brother, even if it did mean future tickle attacks.

note: this is a reupload due to an error in the posting, oops

[lemonhemlock]

I think you also have to look at what these characters do in the screentime they’re given- Luke is a sweet, sensitive boy who feels he doesn’t live up to his family’s expectations. Most of his screentime is making faces in the background or :( at Corlys and Rhaenyra. There’s not very much depth for his character, because there doesn’t need to be! That’s not the role he plays. He dies young and fulfills the plot point. Aemond on the other hand is shown developing from the left out outcast to this trained warrior who resents his brother while also feeling jealous of him. We know he’s close to Alicent and he feels protective of his family as a whole. He dislikes his father, he tries to go toe to toe with Daemon, etc etc. there’s just much more in his scenes because he’s a character we’re sticking with for a longer period of time. Even as a kid, we see more of him so that we can understand the transformation he undergoes after losing his eye. If anything, Luke’s “development” scenes are about other characters- his bond with Rhaenyra or even Jace trying to step up and be a leader (chastising his brother in what’s of course one of the last times he’ll ever see him).

not much to add to this, anon. you've explained it quite thoroughly already. i hope we're not going to start debating now how much of a developed character luke is - he's not! even so, they could have done more with him and made him more ~nuanced~ (everyone's favourite word but there you have it).

he would have been much more interesting had they explored his violent side, maybe modelling his aggressive problem-solving approach on his short-tempered brother or his racketeer mother or even his unhinged stepdad. instead, they just left his eye-gouging at the level of some random incident that happened one time, for which it would be super unfair if he were punished because he has puppy dog eyes. as i've previously noted, i think overall the Driftmark episode was pretty fair, but post-time-jump, luke hasn't internalised anything he's done and is portrayed as an innocent victim at the hands of big bad aemond. so i wouldn't say his post-time-jump screentime was necessarily put to the best of use

whereas with aemond you can see a more dramatic shift from naivete to burning rage, which is more memorable for the audience

[actualbird]

regarding puppy luke in the Actualbird Cinematic Universe™️ …

MC/Rosa - Discipline

Marius - trying out puppy play/rewarding

Vyn - clicker training

If you ever write puppy Luke and Artem i think a neat idea would be fetch!! Like Luke’s gotta fetch all the props/stuff for their play session (from… a toy box…) and artem gets to sit back and watch bc wow, what a view right? that’s just my incoherent ramblings 🌚

But a related question for you, how do you think luke even realised he has this kink?

irt this idea i had about vyn clicker training luke for puppy play sexytimes

"the Actualbird Cinematic Universe™️" JVSKJFHSDFHJVJ!!!! anyhoo, i love your arteluke idea SO MUCH, i might incorporate that into whatever my luketem fic for this series will be because now i will take this time to shamelessly promo my luke puppy play fic series, with the fics that currently exist and the ones im planning on writing in the future

series on ao3: "do you need a dog, he can bark (luke puppy play extravaganza)"

mariluke (trying out puppy play and rewarding, my Very First luke puppy play fic): "sit, stay, (obey)"

lukerosa (discipline, she puts him in a muzzle): "learn to behave"

vynluke (The Clicker Training Idea): no fic yet! but god i wanna write it

mariluke again because i love them (M rated nonsexual BDSM fic where marius and luke just shop around for puppy play gear because marius wants to get luke the Best toys and puppy ears and tail plug, the BEST that money can buy, and then when luke tries it on he goes so dazed in subspace that he just falls asleep with marius petting him and it's great): no fic yet! but god i wanna write it

arteluke (I LOVE UR IDEA I MIGHT ADD IT IN SOMEHOW WITH MY PRIOR IDEA where training again but artem makes luke kneel at his feet sinking down on a dildo while artem works and when artem works he ACTUALLY WORKS and luke gets so impatient and pouty and wanting the real thing that artem eventually relents): no fic yet etc etc

ALL TOGETHER NOW? (i dont have an idea for this yet but i do want luke the goodest puppy serving the entire team all at once...)

NOW FOR UR QUESTION!!! (sorry it took me a while to get here JHVSJKDFHSD)

i actually think luke has enough self awareness to at least know that hes got an...obedience kink, praise kink, serving people kink, and all that. like he knows hes into that, thanks to porn and his Imagination and then thanks to experiences once he gets with the nxx polycule. but he only puts all those kinks together with the label "PUPPY PLAY" probably when marius jokingly starts calling him puppy as a nickname

and luke

likes it

wAYYYY TOO MUCH

in a VERY MUCH NOT INNOCENT WAY

basically

marius, teasing: youre such a puppy sometimes!

luke, genuine: am......i a good puppy? 🥺

marius: uh. yes? hey is there something you wanna tell me or

luke: yeah, can i suck you off right now, im really horny all of a sudden for some reason

marius: I THINK I KNOW THE REASON BUT IT CAN WAIT AFTER THE BLOWJOB

and then luke researches about puppy play kink stuff and suitably informs the polycule and they all start experimenting with it because theyre all very much into it too, bless

[desireandduty]

@starsburnt asked for fluff, and I am happy to oblige!

"Momma, stowwy pwease!" "Yes we needs stowwies to sweep."

With two precious little faces staring up at her like this, how can Padmé decline? Her children are not even four years old, yet they have already perfected their puppy dog eyes. And while she is the stricter parent at this stage of their lives, when the request is something as innocent as a bedtime story, Padmé has no resistance against their adorable wiles.

"Alright, my little loves. A story it is. Come here," she says, smiling, as she climbs onto Luke's bed. This is followed by a chorus of cheers as both twins clamber onto the bed to snuggle beside her, with Luke tucked under her left arm and Leia under her right. Once they are both settled in, she turns her head to kiss first Leia's thick, chestnut hair, then Luke's sandy blonde waves. They squirm and wiggle a bit, but she can see the smiles on their faces at this familiar gesture of affection. One day she knows they will be old enough that they will protest parental kisses, so Padmé savors every bit of affection she can bestow upon them for now.

"Once upon a time, on a far away planet of sun and sand, there lived a little boy and his mother. Their life was hard, and they did not have very much, not even their own freedom, but they were both very brave and very kind," she begins, looking down from one twin to the next and enjoying the rapt attention on their sweet faces.

"And then one day a girl who was the Queen of Naboo crash landed on that planet with her handmaidens and two Jedi Knights-"

"Dat's you, Momma!" Leia interjects, her eyes round with wonder.

"Yes, Princess," she says with a smile, kissing Leia's temple before continuing her story: "She needed help to fix her ship and to save her planet from invaders. And by a very happy chance, she met the little boy and his mother in town. They shared their home and food with her, even though it was small. And the boy offered to enter a dangerous podrace for the girl queen, for a chance to win her the missing part for her ship - and his own freedom."

"Whatsa podwace, Momma? Can I do one?" Luke chimes in, his hands clutching the toy-sized Naboo Cruiser that he has been lately taking to bed with him every night.

"It's a very, very dangerous form of racing. Very fast, on a difficult course. No human being had ever won a podrace, much less survived one, before. But this boy was very strong in the Force, and that day, it guided him to...." She pauses for dramatic effect, looking from one twin to the other and hiding a smirk at their wide eyes and open mouths. "Victory!" she exclaims, squeezing both twins tightly while they giggle and squeal in celebration along with her.

"So the girl queen got her ship fixed. The boy said goodbye to his mother and flew off into the stars with the queen and the two Jedi Knights, because he was going to train to become a Jedi himself. When they returned to Naboo, the boy helped the girl queen and her army to defeat the invaders and free her planet, with the help of a droid named R2-D2."

"Like our Awtoo?!" Luke asks, his eyes nearly as big as saucers now.

"The very same," she responds. "The girl queen was me, and the little boy... was Daddy. That's how we first met so many years ago."

"Daddy saved your planet?!" "Daddy flew podwacers?!"

The twins exclaim, talking over each other in their excitement.

"He did. He's always been very brave and generous, even when he was a little boy, because you don't have to be an adult to be a hero," Padmé says, unable to resist adding in a little bit of a life lesson for them at the end of their bedtime story. "And now, my loves, it's time for you both to get some sleep." Keeping her right arm around Leia, she shifts her onto her hip while she slides out of Luke's bed and bends over to kiss him goodnight.