#lukie pookie my son

[enchanting-violet]

How cute!!!

request for obey me headcanons where luke treats the reader as their older sibling n gets protective of them ?

bonus points for scenting, where luke scents the reader w his familial scent (cause i do imagine that there are different types of scenting, familial, romantic n platonic n each smell different from one another) n will try to “purify” the reader by replacing the brothers scents w his own

protective luke

includes: luke & gn!reader, minor the brothers x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated g | m.list

a/n: aww this was so cute tysm for requesting <3 my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, and req so come say hi!!

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“seriously,” luke huffs, pressing his cheek to your arm, “do you just let them hang all over you? their scents are everywhere!”

you let out an amused sigh. “well, i’m living with them, aren’t i? it’d be more strange if i didn’t have traces of their scent on me.”

“traces,” luke mutters. “right. and thanks for bringing living with them up so i don’t have to. you need to move out and come live with us immediately. we’re way better than those no-good demons anyway. and simeon is probably a much better cook than all seven combined.”

he’s not wrong, but admitting that would only increase his overprotectiveness dedication to protecting you.

“be careful what you say about demons down here,” you say mildly, and he rolls his eyes.

“bah! i don’t even get why you care for them so much! i worry about you, you know! who knows what schemes they’re cooking up!”

“i appreciate your concern,” you reply gently, meaning it, “and i know how much you don’t like the boys, but they’re my friends and i enjoy spending time with them. i care about them like you care about me.”

he scowls, blond hair falling in front of his eyes. “that’s unfortunate. fine! i’ll permit you to keep living with them, as long as you don’t let them touch you anymore. they’re not subtle about wanting to sink their claws into you!”

literally and metaphorically.

“i can’t promise that,” you say.

“but you always stink! well, not you,” he amends quickly, “but their scent on you does. that’s why i don’t want them touching you! they’re laying claim shamelessly and it’s disgusting!”

you hide a smile. he doesn’t need to know that that pleases you to hear.

“i’ve got it!” luke says suddenly, leaning across his bed and grabbing one of the many stuffed bears. he offers it to you. “this has got my scent all over it! this should help keep theirs at bay and help protect you. promise you’ll keep it with you?”

“i promise,” you say, taking the bear from him. he also doesn’t need to know that the boys barely register his scent, weak due to his lack of age and power, especially compared to theirs.

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