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its come to my attention that a lot of my thoughts about mr lukesguyliker make it seem like i think hes some kind of useless twink and i would like to clarify that that is NOT what i mean ever.
bro is very competent. bro is super strong. bro is genuinely terrifying. but also......... he is a certified drama queen who loves to complain and a certified trouble magnet. i think a lot of people mistake that and his lack of stoicism as weakness/submissiveness.
i have a deep hate for people who make him all meek and hyperfem and shit. ive seen a lot of shit that infantilizes him and it just pisses me off esp bc so many mlm ships end up falling victim to the big strong daddy and weak little baby stereotype bullshit. like nah. fuck outta here. literally who are you talking about. bro races the space equivalent of cars and goes hunting for fun. bro has a kill count in the millions. bro could kill you with half a thought. he dont need some daddydom freaky weirdo to do everything for him. he needs an equal who isnt scared of him.
#plz read all my tags theyre important#this is what i mean when i say he needs a mf who isnt afraid to manhandle him#like#âyoure the strongest dude in the galaxy? cool. youre in the way so im just going to move you hope you dont mindâ#âoh you dont feel like a real person rn? thats cool we can fuck whatevsâ#i do NOT mean#âgrrr alpha is angry >:( you've made daddy angry kitten.... grrrâ#âi must protect my sweet flower angel baby.... who has never killed anyone everâ#if you disagree with me then you have strongly misinterpreted his character#hope this helps#lukesguyliker#star wars#luke skywalker#dinluke#biggsluke#original trilogy#skysolo#wedgeluke
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Luke being terrified that his and Dinâs relationship has a one sided power dynamic. While Din is just like, âHaha, break my neck with your space magic.â
#fanfic#dinluke#skydalorian#din x luke#he does not care#in fact he thinks that Luke being so powerful is hot#oh what you can break my neck with your mind? Neat.#he also trusts Luke more than anything and I think thatâs sweet#I imagine that it would be difficult to find a relationship if you were one of the most powerful people in the galaxy#better find a mandalorain whoâs super into it#Din has no fear when it comes to his hot powerful boyfriend
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I'd been thinking i wanted to rewatch jessica jones for like maybe years at this point so i finally did on a whim and got through season 1. and like let alone the fact that it's extremely good tv, at a level of earnestness of which i miss, and amazingly of its own identity away from the greater mcu, i had totally forgotten how great david tennant's performance as kilgrave was. like he's one of the most evil and terrifying villains I've ever seen, they do not trivialize the crimes he's committed, don't excuse any of his behaviors, and are very blatant about making sure you know he is very evil... he is still an enjoyable character to watch. yes, plenty of that is the writing, but genuinely, knowing how David Tennant acts and being able to tell what is acting choices vs the writing/directing (both of which are amazing), i do not think there are many actors that could've put the level of charisma he was able to inject into the character. not only was kilgrave written perfectly, and directed very very well, his performance was just top notch. perfect for the part, no notes
#jessica jones#kilgrave#david tennant#i also forgot how complicated and sweet her and luke were........#jessica jones is up there in terms of best main characters like for real#also. krysten ritter <33333#talk about playing the part perfectly. my god#anyway im not super looking forward to watching season 2 lmao i remember not thinking it was very good the first time#but I don't remember anything about season 3 except for thinkint 'oh thank god this is better than 2' so#idk i haven't seen it since it first dropped so maybe it'll be different. i guess I'll tryyyy#mine
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you are my favourite shade of rose
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#another mb for jess!!#this was a fun one to make#like i knew i HAD to make it when i first saw the photo ashton took of luke#it's just too good to pass up#look at them they're so sweet n cute <333#anyways jess i hope u like it đ#lashton#my moodboard#luke#ashton#oh oh!!#caption from 'favourite place to go' by layup#this song means everything to me#also im so good at posting mb's at the fucking weirdest times asdkjcnasdkjcn#like what is with that#sigh anyways goodnight im gonna go pass out now#e*creations
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My cowgirl đ„°đđ€ đ
#please thatâs so sweet#why am I crying#oh right lmfaoo#nobody comes between me and my tequila#luke hemmings#lrh#ashton irwin#afi#5sos#lashton
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đ we've compared heights a thousand times but gimme the visual anyway. gimme vader + ani, matt, and han sandwiching luke (with love)
matt vc: we could be standing in order from tallest to shortest if SOME members of this family wouldn't bicker. looking at you gramps & dad! at least papa is the cutest we all gotta protect him, even though he could wipe the floor with all of us. . .
@skysaunter & @stillsolo
thank you for indulging me in my antics. i will never get over how tall everyone but luke is. i guess the tall gene really did skip a generation.
#reports filed ( answered )#( first off thank u for finding this for me sweet vin )#( i was struggling to get all these bois in one image with the one i was using )#( luke why are you so short )#( anakin pls you could of given him some of your height )#( he's a smol bean )#( matt loves draping himself over his papa and lifting him up )#( he will show luke what the top of the fridge looks like )#( he's sure han has never offered such a service )#( also don't think that only being two inches shorter than your son means that matt isn't going to lay on you han )#( while he might not pick you up out of respect that doesn't mean youre free from matt's tall antics )#( that goes for you too anakin )#( though perhaps maybe not quiet as often depending on your moon )#( will vader lift matt up ? simba him )#( do it for the love of god )#( oh my lord could vader carry matt while matt carries luke on his shoulders )#( they'd be unstoppable )#( one movie ticket pls & no we are not three grown men in one very long trench coat )#someone i look up to no matter how tall i grow ( luke skywalker ; skysaunter )#you place me on your shoulders so i can grab the stars ( han solo ; stillsolo )#every wound shaped him ; every scar built his throne ( anakin skywalker / darth vader ; skysaunter )
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Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)
yesyesyes especially when heâs brat taming !!
âââ âïœĄâ§ËÊÉËâ§ïœĄâ
he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing
he wasnât âfuckin having itâ
âI get, yaâ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.â his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n youâd believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits
âagh b-ut luke, he was on my team nâ he helped us win-â his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia
âso you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?â oh he is mad :(
ân-no I didnât say tha-â you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lowerâŠ
ânah itâs ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush nâ let me give her someâŠattentionâ
you didnât think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls
âmhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy Iâve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.â heâs moaning into your dizzy ear like heâs married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride âdonât she baby?â he coos
âl-luke auh! mâhere too!â tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??
âf-fuck, shush princess. why canât you be as good as this sweet little cunt? sheâd never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.â
your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin
âpretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,â
âyourâ thrust âfuckinâ thrust âmineâ finally he was talking to you again!!
âmâ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!â your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows
âgoddd Iâm cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your drippingâ pussys mine too right, ma?â
ây-yes!â
âââ âïœĄâ§ËÊÉËâ§ïœĄâ
#luke castellan prompt#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan smut#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan#pjo luke#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x y/n#luke castellan pjo#pjo smut
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jack & luke loving quinnâs gf almost as much as he does bc suddenly they have an older sister they can call for advice on the most random thingsâŠ
âso, hypothetically, if i wanted to get a pedicure, would they give it to me since iâm a guy?â jack asks you over the phone.
you stop in your tracks, right in front of your car, baffled at the question. âjack, is this seriously what you called me four times about?â
âi mean, yeah. you werenât picking up. thought you and quinn might be screwing and wanted to break that up as soon as i thought about it,â he admits like itâs the most casual thing in the world.
âjack!â you scolded, scoffing at his crudeness. âi was picking up some snacks for the guys before their game today. i couldnât even get to my phone if i wanted to,â you roll your eyes, even though he canât see you.
âyou make it sound like you were ignoring me on purpose,â he says, basically being able to hear the pout on his face.
âi wasnât not ignoring you on purpose.â
he smacks his teeth at your answer, returning to his original question. âanyways, will they do a pedicure on my gnarly man feet or no?â
you donât even try to hide the laugh that escapes you, opening your door and finally sitting down in your car. âyes jack, theyâll give you a pedicure. are you actually going to go get one?â
âyes! dude, have you seen my feet lately? theyâre disgusting. plus, quinn was telling luke and i about that time you made him do one with you and how much better his feet felt in his skates afterwards.â
you think about the fact that quinn now has monthly pedicure appointments with you, not shocked at all that he shared the information with his younger brothers.
âjack! is that y/n? i need to talk to her!â you hear luke yell in the background of jackâs call, stopping whatever response you were about to give.
you hear shuffling, insinuating the exchange of the phone. âhey! y/n! so, i need your advice.â
âhi, luke, iâm good, thanks for asking! how are you?â your voice drips with sarcasm.
âyeah, hi and whatever,â he dismisses you. âso, if you were a girl, would you rather your date wear a pink shirt to show heâs not a toxic guy, or would you rather him wear blue or black to show heâs serious about the date?â
once again, you pause. you look over to the side, as if thereâs an invisible camera there and mouth a âwhat?â
âokay, well first of all i am a girl-â
âwell yeah, but likeâŠa real girl. one that isnât dating quinn and would be ready to hop on the luke train,â he interrupts you, earning his own roll of your eyes.
âas i was saying,â you ignore his interruption, âi am a girl, and i donât think itâs that serious? wear whatever you wanna wear. if she likes you, she likes you. if she doesnât, she doesnât. i donât think wearing pink is going to either hurt or help the date.â
the line is silent for a moment. âi think iâm going to wear pink anyways. you know, just to let her know iâm not a douche,â he finally speaks.
âokay, well, if thatâs what you want to do, then do it-â
âthanks, y/n! bye!â youâre cut off yet again, hearing the line go dead. groaning, you call quinn, letting him know youâre on your way with the food.
âhey, baby! you get the catering order yet?â quinnâs excited voice fills your car as you turn it on and put it in drive.
âyeah, i got it. on my way now. just got off the phone with your idiot brothers,â you tell him, pulling out into traffic.
âoh god, what did they want this time?â he asks you, knowing how often youâre plagued with calls from his siblings.
âwell, jack wanted to know if he could book a pedicure appointment even though heâs a man, and then luke wanted to know if he should wear pink on his date so he doesnât look like a douche,â you give the short version of your conversations.
quinn lets out a laugh, not at all surprised at his brothers.
âquinn, weâve gotta set some ground rules. i canât keep doing this. i donât know how you dealt with this by yourself for all these years. and god, your sweet mother. i feel for her,â you say not entirely seriously, knowing they call ellen more than they call you, if thatâs even possible.
âbaby, they love you. youâre the big sister they never had, theyâre just excited to finally have someone to ask this stuff to other than mom. because mom usually tells them to figure it out on their own,â he chuckles, knowing how much both luke and jack have told him they loved having you around.
âwell, iâm about to take the ellen approach because they make me want to pull my hair out sometimes, those disgustingly lovable heathens,â you tell your boyfriend, never really being able to say anything bad about the brothers. theyâre like excited puppies anytime they get to see you in person, and it does melt your heart a little bit each time.
âiâll talk to them about it,â quinnâs still laughing at how you canât help but talk about how much you love his brothers, even when youâre aggravated at them. âjust focus on getting here. i miss you, wanna see you before game time.â
âokay, be there in like-â you stop talking when your ringtone blares through your car.
âgod, its jack again. i gotta go, iâll see you in a few minutes,â you groan, ending the call to answer the interruption.
âwhat is it this time, jack?â
#alliyaps#idk how i feel about this#but i hope itâs what you were thinking of#hockey#nhl#quinn hughes#jack hughes#luke hughes#quinn hughes fluff#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes fanfiction#quinn hughes one shot#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes blurb#quinn hughes imagine#qh43#hughes brothers
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how the boys would kiss you the most often <3
my sweet, darling anon Iâm kissing your lips 4 this
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percy jackson lives for regular french kisses. and itâs fairly simple, he knows, but he loves nothing more. Iâm talking, sneaking them every second, like someone leaves the room- kiss- youâre trying to do something- kiss- bored- kiss- LITERALLY all the time someone stop the boy!!! though, in his defense he likes the intimacy of it, knowing that heâs the only one that gets to do this, or just simply tasting you⊠heâs so obsessed oh my godsâŠ
connor stoll is a neck-kisser I feel it in my veins (heâs literally my soulmate trust me on this). and heâs guilty of leaving a plethora of marks too this boy literally needs to be stopped!!! n he lovessss wrapping his fingers around the belt loops of your jeans to pull you closer, or even holding the back of your hand and tangling his fingers in your hair to prevent you from moving away (mannnnâŠ.) heâs literally so silly!!!!
jason grace is the biggesttttt hand-kissing enthusiast ever!!!! he love love loves, firstly, just holding your hands in his, running his thumb over your knuckles delicately, and nearly even moment you feel pecks to literally any piece relating to your handâ fingertips, knuckles, palm, wrist, the dorsal side, he lovesss acting all gentleman-y itâs SO cute!!!
leo valdez is the worlds most notorious cheek-kisser for sure!! theyâre simple, quick, but theyâre enough for him to silently display his affections for you so they suffice. sometimes, if youâre really lucky, youâll a kiss for each cheek!!!! (though thatâs most of the time).
luke castellan adores forehead kisses. theyâre simple, basic even, yes, but they hold more than just a simple gesture, or at the very least to him they do. and, on the other side of things, if youâre not huge on pda itâs a small enough kiss for you to handle around people. also, it works for all situations, in a hurry, falling asleep, parting ways, a simple act of affection, excited⊠itâs just lovely to know something so tiny can hold so much meaning.
#xoxochb#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo series#pjo fandom#percy jackson#pjo#percy series#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson x y/n#percy jackson x you#connor stoll#connor stoll x reader#connor stoll x you#connor stoll x y/n#jason grace imagines#jason grace pjo#jason grace#jason grace x reader#jason grace x y/n#jason grace x you#leo valdez pjo#leo valdez x you#leo valdez x reader#leo valdez x y/n#leo valdez#luke castellan fic#luke castellan smut#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#luke castellan x you
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The Olive Theory
Luke Castellan x Reader
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summary: Strawberries are your favorite thing in the whole world, luckily for you Luke seems to âhate themâ
a/n: based on the olive theory from himym
@repostingmyfavs
There are two things you truly love in this world: Luke and Strawberries.
You often find yourself helping the Demeter and Dionysus kids in the strawberry fields, despite your actual job being at the infirmary. Miranda often scolded you for taking strawberries for yourself during the day, you didnât mind though. The sweet yet tart berry was worth it.
Your obsession with the fruit grew even further. You begged the dryads for extra portions during dinner, pairing them with yogurt and melted chocolate. Your least favorite part was having to sacrifice the berry to your godly father. You debated giving something else to him but everyone at camp and above knew your love for them, there was no running from it.
Luke was well aware of your passion for strawberries. Going as far as joking that you love them more than him. You both arenât quite sure if itâs a joke or not.
You sit at a picnic table near the Hermes cabin with luke. You had just sat down with Percy and three shortcakes for each of you. Luke leans over and presses a soft kiss against your temple as you sit down. Percy notices that you can barely acknowledge it since your focus is on the cake.
Both Luke and Percy stare at you in wonder as you eye the desert, they canât seem to figure out why you havenât eaten it yet. Impatient, you look over and luke with a wanting gaze.
âOh- right,â he says understandingly.
Percy is clearly confused by the seemingly telepathic communication. His eyes dart between you and Luke, your gaze once again set on your plate. Luke picks off the strawberries from his cake and places them on your plate. As soon as the first two strawberries are there you start devouring the cake like a ravenous hyena. Percy starts to wonder if youâre even chewing. Luke starts to eat some of his until he stops halfway. He puts the remaining piece of cake on your plate for you. You eat it immediately as if it was there the whole time.
âAre you gonna have that?â You ask politely, eyeing a large, red strawberry on Percyâs plate.
His eyes shift down to where your gaze is settled, âNo, go ahead.â
You smile and take it with your fork, biting into it quickly. Percyâs eyes shift back to Luke, whoâs been staring at you since the moment you sat down. His face held a small smile as he admired you. You smiled as you licked the whipped cream off your fork.
âI think I'm gonna get another slice!â You exclaim happily, standing up and nearly skipping to where the dryads are.
Luke watches as you leave, eyes falling on your figure.
âI never realized she liked strawberries that much,â Percy said.
âYeah, I'm kinda surprised she hasnât turned into one yet,â he laughs quietly.
âI assume you donât like them that much? I mean- you gave her all of yours and half of the cake,â Percy explains.
âStrawberries? no way, theyâre great. But she loves them so much, and I'd do anything to make her happy,â Luke smiles as he nibbles on the remains of one of your eaten berries.
You come back with a widest smile on your face. You hold another cake alongside a cup of strawberries. You sit down, happily eating more of the cake and strawberries.
âIsnât it so great that Luke doesnât like them? I get them all to myself!â You say, beaming.
âYeah,,, perfect,â Percy says slowly, remembering the new found information.
âMhm; Iâd give my girl all the strawberries in the world if I could,â Luke mumbles.
Luke has a single mission in life, making you happy. Even if that means giving up his favorite fruit for you. Your smile is worth much more than a simple strawberry.
#pjo series#luke castellan#luke pjo#luke castellan x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#luke castellan x you#luke pjo x reader#pjo x reader#pjo x you#pjo tv show#percy jackson x reader
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Camaraderie
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Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Spencer and some unwanted guests catch you singing at a bad time Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.1k a/n: something short nâ sweet, get it? i know i said i was sick and I still am but i wanted to really write something based on this post so i did and since Iâm still battling the flu, this isnât my best work nor has this been edited but still posting it for the fun of it all! Hope you like it. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! đ
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Spencer Reid was never one to forget. After all, his near perfect memory didnât allow him to, which was a curse and a blessing on itself. So it came to everyoneâs surprise when Morgan came strolling in the BAU office after hours to pick him and Luke up for a scheduled boysâ night out and the boy genius innocently asked what he was doing there.
âNo way,â Morgan chuckled, eyebrows raised in disbelief. âPretty boy has forgotten something? It must be my lucky night âcause this only happens once in a lifetime.âÂ
âYou really forgot?â Luke clarified as they all packed into Morganâs four door vehicle. âOh man, I thought you were pulling my leg a while ago when I brought it up and you made no comment.â
âIt really slipped my mind!â Spencerâs voice going up in defense.Â
The duo laughed.Â
âOr maybe youâre getting old,â Morgan needled as the car came to a stop at a red light.
Spencer shook his head, wishing to drop the subject. âHey, do you mind passing by the apartment for a bit? I didnât tell her that I was going to be out late since it you know, slipped my mindââ
âCanât you just text her for that?â Morgan argued back.
ââand Iâll drop off my dirty go bag.âÂ
âOh got the missus doing the laundry?â Luke teased.Â
âSheâs not my wife yet,â he sighed dreamily. If he was going to be honest with himself, he was looking forward to it. He had half the mind to propose elopement when got down on one knee but the excitement you radiated off when discussing about themes, dinner placements, and the wedding gown was enough for him to dispose of that idea quickly. It didnât matter how fancy or how long the planning would take, as long as at the end of it all, he got to call you his and you get to call him yours. Everything in between was just lavish wrapping to present the world Mr and Mrs Reid.Â
The car came to a stop, bringing him out of his musings.Â
âThanks Morgan,â Spencer started to exit the passenger seat. âNo need to go up, Iâll be quick.â
They both shook their heads, also stepping outâMorgan from the driverâs side and Luke from the side beside him.
âWeâll say hi to the future Mrs Reid,â he patted his back as the trio packed into the elevator up to his floor.
Spencer shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. With your busy work schedule and the upcoming nuptials, it was a rare occurrence for anyone from the team, expect for Garcia, to catch even a glimpse of you.
Echoing melody was the first thing that greeted them once they stepped out of the lifts.Â
He laughed under his breath, already knowing that it was coming from the home you both shared. It had been a ritual for you, of sorts, as the only neighboring apartment was empty from tenants. There was really no one to scold you for making any ruckus at this acceptable 7pm time. Spencer, for one, wasnât one to spoil your fun. He loved seeing you be free, dancing around in his clothing and singing the lyrics no matter how off key.Â
Key slotted to the door, he let themselves in without any words exchangedâjust looks and laughter under their breath.
âand Iâm obsessed Are you free next week? I bet weâd have really good
Spencer admired your swaying form from behind. Wearing his Caltech tee that was three times too big for you, neckline slipping off to one shoulder. His very own personal sunshine chasing away all the darkness that had tainted his very being.Â
Unaware of your audience, you belted out the next cheeky lyrics. âCome right on me, I mean camaraderie. Said youâre not in myââÂ
Luke slapped his mouth to stop his chuckle from escaping while Morganâs eyebrows raised at an all time high.
âLove,â Spencer urgently called out.
ââtimezone, but you wanna beâeek!â You shrieked, turning to face the voice of your lover, only to find two more unaccounted for in the audience.Â
âHey pretty girl,â Morgan drawled out. âThatâs some nice singing youâve got there.âÂ
You felt your face flush with mortification. Out of all the people to have caught you, it had to be Morgan. The self titled big brother who liked to tease all he held dear to his heart.Â
âW-what are you all doing here?â
Spencer reached out to give you chaste kiss on the lips. âWeâre going out for a boysâ night out and I forgot all about it.â
âThat doesnïżœïżœt explain why youâre all here exactly.â
âI was just going to drop off my dirty go bag and they wanted to say hi,â he smiled at the embarrassment he could clearly see written in your expressive face.Â
But i bet weââd have really good bed chem How you pick me up, pull âem down, turn me âround Oh, it just makes sense How you talk so sweet whenâ
âOh my god,â your feet pattering on the hardwood floor as you ran to stop the vinyl still playing in the background. âNot one word,â you threatened the duo with a finger raised up high.
They both raised their hands up in defense but mirth was clearly painted on their faces. This was definitely becoming a lethal ammo perfect for quips and teasing.Â
âOkay, you three out,â you all but pushed them out to the lobby. âI need to bury myself in copious amount of wine and please, forget everything you saw, okay, and Spenceââ you leaned in to give him a kiss goodbye and squeezed his hand that held yours. ââIâll see you when you get back. Have fun!âÂ
The door slammed shut without another word uttered.
Morgan turned to Reid with a smirk on his lips. âSo camaraderie, huh?â
âShut up,â Spencer quipped back, giving him a slight shove towards the elevator.
But before he himself stepped into the awaiting lifts for a night of no doubt teasing and innuendos, Spencer sent a quick message back to his other half with cheeks red and a grin on his face.
Your wish is my command, love. Later.Â
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ultimate girl boss âl.hughes
pairings:Â luke hughes x afab!reader genre:Â romance âsmut â strangers-to-lovers? â warnings:Â mentions of alcohol âoral (f!recieving) â use of pet names (princes) â kitchen sex â one night stand âfingering â p in v âluke is a bit of a dork â he falls first and he falls harder âsize kink...kinda? âmentions of pain with sex âboth luke and the reader love the miscommunication trope â short and sweet tbh â synopsis:Â you know you shouldn't have slept with a player, but it's not like you'd really see him again, right? word count:Â 7.7k authors note: Â this was a top contender in my what to finish next poll so I hope you all enjoy!!
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âI want to thank everyone for being here tonight â and want to say Iâm sure weâre all excited to kick off our first ever staff and players halloween party.â Your friend says into the mic, everyone letting out cheers in response, âI know we usually have seperate parties but this year we want the staff and players to really get to know each other and what better way to do that then by getting completely hammered with each other.â He says says letting out a soft cheer when the rest of the room stays quiet, the hushed chuckle here and there. âAnyway I hope everyone has fun and please remember an open bar doesnât mean you can damage property, Iâm looking at you Timo.â You clap slowly as your friend climbs down from his spot on the bar table, his cheeks flushed a bright red as he joins you in leaning against the bar.Â
âThat felt awkward â did it look awkward?â He asks slowly, accepting the beer bottle from the bar tender with a grimace.Â
âIt did look awkward.â You agree, taking a sip of your lemonade reaching over to pat his hand softly in reassurance, âDawson everyone loves you because youâre awkward so donât think too much about it.â Dawson perks up as one of his teammates calls his name, bounding away from the bar his hair fanning out from under his cap. Youâre still smiling to yourself when someone slides into the spot Dawson left open.
âYou really sticking to lemonade all night?â a familiar voice says, smooth and amused, cutting through the music and chatter around you. You glance sideways â and there he is. Luke Hughes. In a bright green shirt, overalls, and a little green hat with a giant âLâ on it. Luigi. Of course.
You canât help but laugh. âI donât know if Iâm more surprised youâre dressed as Luigi or that Jack actually agreed to be Mario.â
Lukeâs grin is boyish and crooked, the kind of grin that makes trouble look like a good idea. âTrust me, it wasnât easy. Took a week of convincing and a few beers.â
âAnd here I thought sibling pressure only worked on younger brothers.â
He leans an elbow on the bar, watching you with a playful glint in his eye. âOh, it definitely works both ways. Besides, you canât be Mario without Luigi. Weâre a package deal.â
âCute,â you say, taking a sip of your drink. âIâm sure jackâs girlfriend thinks the same.â You tease, both of you glancing over at the tall blonde dressed as Princess Peach, the girl sticking close to her boyfriendâs side as he mingles with his teammates. âYou didnât want to stick with you âpackage dealâ?âÂ
Luke smirks, tapping a finger against the bar. âJack likes to wander off â probably challenging someone to a drinking game.â
âSounds about right.â You pause, letting your eyes sweep over him. âSo, what? You decided to make rounds as everyoneâs favourite sidekick?â
His smile widens. âWho says Iâm a sidekick?â
You arch a brow. âYou are Luigi.â
âYeah, well, maybe Iâm just here to rescue Princess Peach,â he teases, leaning in a little, you shoot a questioning gaze over to his brothers girlfriend.Â
âShe does look like she needs saving.âÂ
He shakes his head with a smile as his voice lowers, playful but laced with something that makes your heart skip. âOr maybe Iâm here to make sure someoneâs getting to know the players, like Dawson said.â
Your pulse jumps at his proximity, but you keep your cool. âSo, Iâm the metaphorical Peach in this scenario?â
Lukeâs eyes flicker with amusement, lingering on yours for a beat too long. âWould that be so bad?â
You tilt your head, pretending to consider. âHmm. I donât know. Iâve always been more of a Toad kind of girl.â
He laughs, shaking his head, the sound warm and genuine. âYeah? I can see that.â
âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â
Luke raises both hands in mock surrender, still grinning. âNothing. Just that youâd make a pretty cute Peach, too.â
You roll your eyes, but thereâs no hiding your smile. âIs this how you plan to win me over? Bad Mario references?â
âIs it working?â
You donât answer right away. Instead, you finish your drink, set the glass on the bar, and meet his gaze head-on.
âMaybe.â
His grin sharpens. âThen I guess Iâll keep going.â
You let the word hang between you for a beat, the teasing lilt of your voice lingering in the air. Luke watches you, his grin never quite fading, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his dark eyes. The party buzzes on around you bothâmusic pulsing, laughter spilling from groups of people in costumes, but none of it seems to matter right now.
âSo,â he says, tapping his knuckles lightly on the bar, âyou planning on heading out early, or are you here for the long haul?â You glance around the room, spotting Dawson across the way engaged in an animated conversation with another teammate. A few more familiar faces pass by, offering smiles and nods, but your attention drifts back to Luke almost immediately.
âHonestly?â You shrug, a casual, playful expression crossing your face. âI havenât decided yet.â
Luke leans in a little closer, elbows resting on the bar. âWhat would it take to convince you to stick around?â
You give him a slow, considering look, letting the question settle in your mind before answering. âDepends. Whatâs in it for me?â
He laughs, low and soft, shaking his head. âThatâs a dangerous question.â
âMaybe I like danger.â
Lukeâs gaze lingers, his smile never wavering. âAlright. What if I promised to make it worth your while?â
You raise an eyebrow, amusement flickering across your face. âBig promises from Luigi.â
âI deliver on my promises.â He pauses, his voice dropping slightly, a teasing edge in his tone. âEspecially when it comes to rescuing princesses.â
The playful banter between you feels like a dance, each word carefully chosen, each glance lingering just a fraction too long. Thereâs a buzz in the airâa tension that neither of you seems in a rush to break.
âAlright, Luigi,â you say, setting your empty glass down on the bar. âConvince me.â Luke doesnât take long to whisk you to the dance floor, the lanky man awkwardly moving his limbs along yours, the smile lighting up his face convincing others to join in, the dance floor filling up quickly.Â
Lukeâs hands stay linked with yours as he spins you around, twisting your bodies totally off beat, âWhite girl dancing is my favourite.â He yells over the music, his movements mimicking the slow, seductive sways of a sorority girl.Â
âI can tell.â You laugh, your eye catching Dawsonâs over the crowd as he pumps his eyebrows in knowing, your shoulders shrugging as you lose yourself back in the feeling of Lukeâs god awful dancing.Â
Itâs two hours before you pull yourself away from the crowd, Luke following behind you like a lost puppy as you reach the bar, skulling the glass of water the bartender offers you. âSo, have I convinced you to stay?â Luke smiles, leaning against the counter as he accepts his own glass of water.Â
âI suppose.â You smile, placing your empty glass back on the table as you rifle through your purse for your keys. You glance up at Luke his face dropping as you watches you gather your stuff, your witch hat sitting on the bar as you check you have all your belongings.Â
âI guess my convincing wasnât good enough.â He sighs, trying to keep a light smile on his face so you canât see the disappointment in his eyes. Luke was having fun, finally being able to seperate himself from his brother, he thought you were having fun too - the pretty girl from the head offices finally letting loose all because cause of the borderline frat boy dressed as Luigi.Â
But clearly he was wrong.Â
âI guess Iâll see you around.â He says, watching as you tilt your head, your brows furrowing as you chew on your bottom lip.Â
âWow, didnât know you wanted to get rid of me so quickly.â You tease, reaching up for the collar of his costume pulling him down until his ear is level with your mouth, âI was going to ask if you wanted to come with me.â You whisper, Lukeâs spine straightening quickly, his eyes locking with yours in surprise. âGuess I know where you stand now, Luigi.â You sigh dramatically, making the move to turn and walk out when his hand latches to your wrist.Â
âWaitâŠWaitâŠâ He stutters, his brows still pinched in confusion, âYou want me to come home with you?âÂ
You quirk a brow, a smirk playing at the corner of your lips. "Why else would I ask? To play Mario Kart?" Luke looks momentarily stunned, his hand tightening slightly around your wrist before he catches himself and lets go, running a hand through his messy hair beneath the green cap. He swallows hard, the playful confidence from earlier faltering just a little, replaced by something more raw, more unsure.
Maybe he wasnât wrong after all.Â
âIâI didnât thinkâŠâ He trails off, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your mouth and back again, as if trying to gauge if you're serious or just messing with him.
You lean in again, your voice soft but unmistakably deliberate. "What, you didnât think Iâd actually be interested?" His lips part slightly, but no words come out. The party noise seems to fade into the background â the music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses all muffling under the pounding of your heart in your ears.
âIâve seen the way youâve been watching me tonight,â you say, your voice low but steady, your eyes locked on his.
âAnd Iâm not blind, Luke. Youâve been flirting since the second you walked over here in that ridiculous costume.â
His cheeks flush a deep pink, but that boyish, crooked grin of his creeps back onto his face. âMaybe I have.â
âAnd maybe I donât want the night to end just yet,â you say, your fingers brushing against his arm, trailing down until your hand rests lightly on his wrist again. The tension is thick now â electric and undeniable. Luke steps in closer, closing the space between you. His voice drops to a low murmur, just for you.Â
âIf I say yes, Iâm not just coming over for coffee.â
You bite back a grin, eyes flickering to his lips before meeting his gaze again. âGood. I donât even have coffee at home.â That does it â the playful edge in his grin gives way to something hungrier, more intense. His hand finds your hip, fingers pressing lightly through the fabric of your dress.Â
âIâve never liked coffee anyway.â The air between you hums with anticipation, both of you lingering in that charged moment, knowing exactly whatâs coming but savouring the tension for just a little longer.
âCome on, Luigi,â you whisper, stepping back and tugging him toward the door. âTime to see if you really deliver on your promises.â Luke follows without hesitation, his hand still wrapped around yours, the warmth of his palm grounding you both in the moment. As you weave through the crowd, you catch Dawsonâs wide-eyed expression from across the room. He mouths what the fuck? at you, but you just flash him a grin over your shoulder. Outside, the cool night air hits your skin, but you barely notice. Lukeâs presence next to you, the way his fingers tighten around yours, the way his arm brushes against yours as you walk to your car â itâs all-consuming.
âSo,â he says after a beat, voice lighter now but still laced with that playful tension. âDoes this mean Iâm officially more than just a sidekick?â
You glance up at him as you unlock your car, the smirk on your lips teasing but your gaze soft. âDepends.â
âOn what?â
You step in closer, your body nearly pressed against his. âOn how well you play the hero.â
Luke leans down, his face inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. âIâm pretty sure I can pull it off.â
âThen what are you waiting for?â Itâs all the invitation he needs. His hands cup your face as he closes the gap, his lips finding yours with a mix of urgency and sweetness that leaves you breathless. Thereâs no hesitation, no second-guessing â just the two of you, completely lost in each other.
When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathless, his forehead resting against yours.
âBetter than Mario Kart?â he whispers, his voice rough and a little unsteady.
You laugh softly, fingers curling into the fabric of his overalls to keep him close. âMuch better.â
Luke grins, his eyes dark with desire but softened by something more genuine beneath it all. âGood. Because Iâm not done rescuing you yet.â
You press one more lingering kiss to his lips before stepping back and opening the car door. âThen letâs get out of here, hero.â As he climbs into the passenger seat, pulling the ridiculous green hat off and tossing it into the backseat with a chuckle, you canât help but think that maybe â just maybe â this Halloween party wasnât such a bad idea after all.
Luke settles into the passenger seat, stretching his long legs out with a playful groan. His hair is a mess from the hat, sticking up in every direction, and he looks ridiculously good like that â a little wild, a little disheveled. You catch him watching you as you adjust the rearview mirror, his grin lopsided and lazy, the kind of smile that makes your pulse race.
âYouâve got that look on your face again,â you say, glancing at him as you start the car.
âWhat look?â
âThat âwhat the fuck is happeningâ look.â
Luke laughs, low and warm, running a hand through his hair to smooth it down. âI canât believe this is happening, to be fair.â His voice low as he adds, âThe ultimate girl boss is inviting me home â maybe I will have to thank Dawson for the party idea.â
"Don't call me that." you say as you roll your eyes, but thereâs no denying the butterflies in your stomach. As you pull out of the parking lot, the conversation flows easily. Luke teases you about your driving â âAre you always this aggressive behind the wheel, or is this just a Halloween thing?â â and you fire back with playful jabs about his costume. The sexual tension from the party hasnât faded; if anything, itâs simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to boil over.
When you reach your apartment, Luke follows you up the stairs, his fingers brushing yours as you unlock the door. The quiet click of the door shutting behind you seems to amplify the tension in the air.
âSo, this is it?â he says, glancing around your cozy living room. He looks a little out of place in the Luigi costume, but thereâs something endearing about it â like he doesnât care how ridiculous he looks.
âThis is it,â you say, kicking off your shoes and setting your keys on the counter. âMake yourself at home.â Luke takes his time wandering through the space, his fingers trailing over the back of your couch, his gaze flicking to the framed photos on the wall. When he turns back to you, thereâs a softness in his expression, but his eyes are still dark with something more.
âYou werenât kidding about the no coffee thing,â he says, peering into the kitchen.
âTold you.â
He steps closer, his footsteps quiet on the hardwood floor. âSo, what do you have?â
You lean against the counter, tilting your head. âDepends. What are you in the mood for?â
Lukeâs lips twitch into a grin as he closes the distance between you. âI think you already know.â
You swallow hard, your heart pounding as he stops in front of you, so close that you can feel the warmth radiating off him. His hands find the counter on either side of you, effectively caging you in.
âYouâve been driving me crazy all night,â he says softly, his voice low and rough. âI wasnât sure if I was imagining it or if you were actually interested.â
Your fingers curl around the edge of the counter, your breath catching. âWhat do you think?â
Lukeâs gaze drops to your mouth, lingering for a beat before meeting your eyes again. âI think Iâm done guessing.â
His lips are on yours before you can respond, the kiss slow and deliberate, like heâs savouring the taste of you. His hands move to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you let yourself melt into him, your fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss deepens, your bodies pressed together, and you lose yourself in the feeling of his hands exploring your back, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck. Every touch, every kiss, feels like a spark igniting something inside you.
âLukeâŠâ His name slips from your lips in a breathless whisper, and he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze. âI hope to god you know how to take a corset off.â Lukeâs soft laugh captures your breath as his hands spin your around till you face the counter.Â
âOne thing about hockey players is weâre good with laces.â He says quietly, making quick work of undoing the ribbon on the back of your corset, letting the faux leather fall off your body once the laces are loose enough, your dress sitting over your frame loosely as Lukeâs hands run up your sides.Â
âDo you want me to show you something else that hockey players are good at?â Luke asks softly, his lips skimming just under your ear as you nod. Luke moving your quickly as he spins you back around the face him, leaning forwards to capture your lips in a quick kiss before dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands pulling the fabric over your dress up to your waist, motion for you to grip it with your own hands.Â
âI need you to stay still for me, Princess.â He coos, his fingers linking in the waistband of your panties before dragging them down your legs, his hands slowly reaching up to rub against the soft skin of your thighs, the plush flesh tensing under his touch. He leans forwards swiping a tentative lick against you, his eyes turned up to yours, watching you as your eyes fall closed, your hands gripping the fabric of your dress for dear life. Happy with your reaction he delves forwards, his tongue pressing flat against you as his nose bumps against your swelling clit. His hands trail softly up the backs of your thighs, over your ass until they sit comfortably on your hips.Â
You whimper as he pulls your cunt firmer against his face, his head moving as his tongue circles around your clit, teasing before he sucks the bud into his mouth. âFuck.â You curse, your back curving against the counter until your resting on your elbows, your head thrown back.. You can feel Lukesâs crooked grin against you as one of his hand drops to lift your thigh, draping the limb over his shoulder opening you up further for him. Lukeâs movements become quicker, more feverish as his tongue dips inside you for just a moment before licking back up to your clit.Â
âAre fingers allowed, princess?â He questions softly, as he pulls his face away from your cunt much to your dismay, his eyes teasing as you nod quickly, your lip trapped between your teeth as he slides one finger between your folds, gathering any juices he could before slowly pushing the single digit inside of you.Â
âGod, I can feel how desperate you are.â He coos as you clench around his single finger, a loud branch snapping outside of the shed making you jump, his finger sliding out of you slightly before sliding back in to the third knuckle, Luke chuckling as he presses a kiss against the thigh hanging over his shoulder. âSurprised?â He questions.Â
You barely getting a chance to respond, as he sucks your clit sharply releasing it with a grin as you let out a low whine as he presses his thumb harshly against your clit, his fingers calling at just the right time, your cunt clenching so forcefully he lets out a surprised laugh. He pauses his movements for a moment, watching the way you pant as you come down from your orgasm, whispering his name.Â
âJesus, Luke.â
âDonât praise me yet.â He whispers as he slides your leg off his shoulder, slowly rising to his full height as he towers over you, pushing you further against the counter, âIâm not finished with you.â Luke spins you for the third time of the night, your hands bracing against the counter as you pant, Luke snatching your dress from your hands as he pulls it up and over your head, your breasts falling free as he presses you against the cold kitchen counter.Â
âYouâre stunning.â He murmurs as his hands make quick work of unbuttoning his overalls, letting them fall to the ground as he steps out of them, your breaths coming faster as you feel his body pressing against yours. His hands slide over your waist, tracing the curve of your hips, before gripping firmly. Heâs warm, solid, and the intensity in his gaze when you glance back at him is enough to set your skin ablaze.
Luke leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, voice husky and teasing. âYou sure youâre ready for this, Princess?â
You nod, pushing back against him slightly, your body arching into his touch. âI wouldnât have invited you here if I wasnât.â
He groans softly, his hands steadying you as he presses a line of kisses along your shoulder and down your back, his lips trailing fire over your skin. His movements are purposeful but unhurried, each touch and kiss designed to build the anticipation thrumming between you. When you feel the tip of his arousal teasing against your entrance, your breath hitches, and he pauses, his fingers tightening on your hips.
âTell me if itâs too much,â he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your skin.
You turn your head slightly, meeting his eyes over your shoulder. âIâll let you know.â
Thatâs all the encouragement he needs. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes into you, both of you gasping at the sensation. He fills you completely, stretching you in a way thatâs almost overwhelming but impossibly good. Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a harsh breath, Luke pausing once heâs fully seated, giving you a moment to adjust, his hand smoothing over your lower back in silent reassurance.
âYou okay?â He asks softly, his lips pressing gently to your neck as he waits for you to relax, your pussy squeezing him as you nod your head slowly, letting it drop against the counter.Â
âI just need a second.â You hiss, âIt always hurts at first.â You add, focusing on your breathing and relaxing your pelvis as Luke tilts his head in confusion, his hands still rubbing against you tenderly.Â
âDo you want me to pull out?â He asks carefully, unsure how to help as you adjust a little more, a relieved sigh leaving you as you glance over your shoulder to smile at him.Â
âYou can move.â You assure him. Luke nods slowly, his movements careful as he puts out and pushes back in, the pain shifting deep in the pit of your stomach as you let out a soft moan.Â
âYou feelâŠâ he starts, his voice thick with restraint. âPerfect.â You can barely respond, your mind hazy with the pleasure coursing through you. When he starts moving, itâs slow and steady, each thrust measured and deliberate. He watches your reactions closely, the way your body responds to him, the soft sounds that escape your lips.
âLuke,â you whisper, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter for support as he quickens his pace. His name on your lips seems to spur him on, his rhythm becoming more urgent, his grip on your hips firm but not painful. The tension between you builds with every movement, the sensation almost too much to bear. He leans forward, his chest engulfing you as he presses against your back as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you upright. The new angle has you crying out, your head falling back against his shoulder as he buries his face in your neck, his lips and teeth teasing your skin.
âGod, you feel so good,â he murmurs, his voice a mix of awe and desire. âYouâre incredible.â
The praise only heightens the sensations coursing through you, your body trembling as you feel yourself nearing the edge. He seems to sense it, his movements becoming even more focused, his free hand sliding down to where your bodies are joined to circle your sensitive clit.
âCome for me,â he urges, his voice low and rough. âI want to feel you.â Itâs all you need. The coil of pleasure tightens and then snaps, waves of bliss crashing over you as you cry out his name, your body tightening around him. He follows shortly after, his pace faltering as he lets out a low groan, his grip on you tightening as he finds his release.
For a moment, neither of you moves, your breaths mingling as you both come down from the high. Luke presses a kiss to your shoulder, his touch suddenly gentle as he leans against you. Luke places one more kiss to your shoulder, before standing up, your body seeming to melt further into the counter as he pulls out - your body cringing as it tries to adjust to the feeling. You take a few more breaths as you listen to Luke pull off the condom and walk across the room to place it in the bin.Â
Luke leans against the counter, his hands gripping the edge as if itâs the only thing keeping him grounded. His overalls hang low on his hips, his green shirt untucked and rumpled. He hasnât said much since pulling away, and now the silence between you feels heavy, like a weight pressing against your chest.
You finish slipping your dress back over your head, your fingers fidgeting with the hem as you glance his way. Heâs watching you out of the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable but not indifferent. You can tell thereâs something he wants to say, but he doesnât. Instead, he clears his throat and straightens up, his hands disappearing into his pockets.
"I should probably get going," he says softly, his voice careful, like heâs testing the words out loud.
The tightness in your chest sharpens. You knew this moment was comingâthe logical end to what just happenedâbut it still hits you harder than you expected. You hesitate, watching as he takes a small step toward the door.
"Wait," you blurt out, your voice louder than you intended. He stops immediately, turning to face you, his brow furrowing.
"Yeah?" he asks, and you can hear the note of uncertainty in his voice.
Your heart pounds as you scramble to find the right words, suddenly feeling exposed in a way that has nothing to do with your now-rumpled dress. "You donât⊠you donât have to go," you say quickly, stumbling over the words. "I mean, itâs late, andâŠ"
Lukeâs eyes widen slightly, and you can see something flicker across his faceârelief? Hope? He blinks, and his lips part like heâs about to say something, but he doesnât. You push on, needing to fill the silence.
"You could stay," you continue, your cheeks flushing. "If you want to. I mean, itâs just⊠itâs late, and I drove you here anywayââ
"Iâd like that," he interrupts, his voice soft but firm.
You stop mid-ramble, staring at him. "You would?"
Luke nods, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He takes a step closer, his hands still buried in his pockets. "Yeah," he says quietly. "I didnât really want to leave, anyway."
The admission makes your stomach flip, and you glance down, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Okay," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "You can stay."
He watches you for a moment longer, his gaze warm and steady, before he nods again. "Thanks," he says simply, but thereâs a weight behind the word that makes your chest tighten in a different way.
You gesture toward the bedroom, your throat dry as you try to keep your voice casual. "Uh, the bedâs big enough⊠if youâre okay with sharing." Lukeâs eyebrows lift slightly, and for a second, you wonder if youâve made things weird. But then he smilesâsoft and genuineâand the tension in your chest eases.
"Iâm okay with that," he says, his voice light but sincere.
You nod, turning toward the bedroom. "Okay. Iâll just⊠get things sorted."
As you step into the room, Luke follows, his footsteps quiet on the hardwood floor. You pull back the covers, smoothing them out as if that will somehow make you feel less nervous. When you glance over your shoulder, heâs standing by the doorway, hesitating.
"You sure?" he asks, his voice quieter now.
You meet his gaze and manage a small smile. "Yeah," you say softly. "Iâm sure." That seems to be all the reassurance he needs. He steps inside, pulling off his overalls completely and leaving them in a heap on the floor. His green shirt is next to go, his unsurprisingly toned chest making you swallow heavily, only left in his boxers now, and somehow, the casualness of it makes you feel less self-conscious.
You both climb into the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. For a few moments, neither of you speaks, lying side by side with a cautious amount of space between you. But then, slowly, Luke shifts closer, his arm brushing yours.
"Thanks for asking me to stay," he murmurs, his voice so low itâs almost a whisper. You turn your head to look at him, your face so close to his that you can see the faint freckles scattered across his nose.Â
"I didnât really want you to leave," you admit quietly.
His lips curve into a soft smile, and he reaches out, his fingers brushing yours under the blanket. "Good," he says, his voice warm. "Because I really didnât want to."
The two of you end up tangled in each other throughout the night, Lukes arm draped over your waist as he drags you across the mattress to press against him, his face tucked into your neck as your relax into the warmth of his chest.Â
When you wake up the warmth is gone, the mattress is empty and a small post it note sits on the pillow besides you.Â
âI had fun last night, had to leave early for practice, sorry.âÂ
The cold sheets isnât a surprise as you throw the note across the room, Luke doing exactly you expected the hot shot hockey player to do.Â
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âI canât believe we have to do another company get together.â You huff as you readjust your hair in itâs ponytail for the tenth time, Dawson bouncing besides you in excitement. âAnd a hike? Who do they think we are? Athletes?â You continue your frown deepening as you watch the tall, curly haired hockey player interact with one of your colleagues a few metres away, his smile lighting up the group around him.Â
âWell some of us are athletes.â Dawson teases as he bumps his shoulder into yours, his gaze following yours, a mischievous grin breaking out across his face. âItâs been three months since the halloween party, I think weâre overdue for an outing.â Dawson starts slowly, your gaze flicking over to him, the small cogs in your brain turning as you feel the panic begin to set in.Â
âDawson, donât you dare.â But heâs already gone, stepping up onto a big rock as he calls attention to himself.Â
âI thought it might be good for each of us players to pair up with one of our lovely office workers to really get the full effect of the company bonding.â He suggests, your heart dropping to your stomach as everyone quickly agrees, already spreading themselves out as each player finds someone to team up with, your boss quickly snatching Dawson off his rock as you watch the curly haired manâs blue-green eyes meet yours.Â
âThank me later.â Dawson coos as he starts up the mountain, his arm linked with your bossâs as they ramble as they walk.Â
âIâm going to kill that man in his sleeâ oh hey Luke.âÂ
âHey, I um⊠noticed you didnât have a partner?â He says, well questions, his brows pinched tight as he studies your body, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, you gaze anywhere but on him. Luke motions for you to start following the rest of your colleagues up the trail before quickly matching your pace, walking besides you easily with his long legs.Â
The cool spring air brushes against your skin as you step onto the trail, the sound of chatter and boots hitting the dirt path filling the air. The company hike was supposed to be a casual event, a chance to mingle with colleagues, relax, and get away from the office for a few hours. But, as usual, it feels a little more complicated than it should be.
You glance around the small group youâve been assigned to â everyone seems in high spirits, laughing and chatting, but you canât help but feel a sense of discomfort. Youâve been quiet, your mind occupied with thoughts that donât seem to want to let go.
The trail twists up ahead, and you can feel the weight of someoneâs gaze on you. When you glance to the side, you see Luke walking beside you, looking every bit the confident, carefree guy he usually is. But today, there's something different about him. Heâs watching you with an expression that seems to mix curiosity and confusion. Itâs the kind of look you know too well â the one that tells you heâs trying to figure something out, trying to read you, but doesnât quite know where to start.
You quickly avert your eyes, focusing on the path ahead, pretending to be absorbed in the beauty of the trail. The last thing you want right now is to deal with whatever this... thing is between you two. Whatever it was that happened the night of the Halloween party, whatever moment was shared between you, has left a lingering tension in the air. Itâs subtle but undeniable, and the last few months have been filled with an awkward distance youâre both trying (and failing) to navigate.
Luke seems to notice your change in demeanour right away. You can feel the shift in the atmosphere, the way his presence suddenly feels more pronounced. He slows his pace just slightly, a move that draws you out of your own head, and when you glance at him, heâs giving you that familiar, crooked smile.
"So," he says casually, his hands resting loosely in the pockets of his jacket. "Youâve been awfully quiet today. Everything okay?"
You shrug, your eyes ahead as you force your voice to sound casual, "Yeah, just... tired, I guess."
He raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Uh-huh." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "Because youâre usually pretty chatty on these things." The gentle teasing in his voice stings more than it should, but you keep your expression neutral, refusing to let him see the way his words unsettle you.Â
"Guess Iâm just not feeling it today,â you reply with a half-smile, but it doesnât quite reach your eyes.
You know he doesnât buy it â Lukeâs not an idiot. Heâs seen you in better moods, and knows enough about you from all of his desperate attempts at reconnecting with you through Dawson, that he knows enough to notice the shift in your behaviour toward him.Â
Ever since that night, things have been... different. After everything that happened between you two, it felt like one of you was always pulling back, unsure of how to move forward. For you, the uncertainty of the night, the chemistry, and the suddenness of it all left you second-guessing yourself. You never really figured out where you stood with him after that.
Luke takes a deep breath, then breaks the silence with another question, his voice more carefully measured this time, "Is this because of... what happened, that night?"
Your heart skips a beat. You stop in your tracks, suddenly feeling like the ground beneath you has shifted. You donât want to face this. Not here, not now. But you canât deny that Lukeâs words have hit a nerve, and the air between you both grows thick with unspoken tension.
"Donât..." you begin, but your voice falters before you can finish. You feel exposed, like a part of you that youâve kept hidden is being laid bare for him to see.
Luke notices the shift instantly. He takes a half step toward you, a small frown pulling at the edges of his mouth. "I didnât mean to make things weird," he says quietly, his voice softening in that way it does when heâs being sincere. "I just... donât get it. Youâve been acting different lately, and Iâm not sure why. After that night, it felt like... like something happened, and I guess Iâve just been waiting for you to say something."
You bite your lip, feeling the weight of his words settle on your chest.Â
Heâs right.Â
Things have been different. But youâre not sure how to explain it to him, not when everything youâre feeling seems to clash with whatâs happening in your head.
"Youâve been avoiding me, havenât you?" His words arenât accusatory, just observant, and it makes something inside you twist painfully.
You nod, the truth hanging between you both in that awkward silence. You donât know how to explain the mix of emotions swirling inside you. Part of you wants to laugh it off, pretend itâs nothing, but the other part of you feels the sting of being too close to him and too unsure of where to stand.
Luke takes a step closer, and you can feel the weight of his presence, his eyes not leaving yours. "I didnât think Iâd made you uncomfortable," he says quietly, the tone of his voice softer than usual. "I thought... maybe you had fun. I thought we had fun."
The way he says it, so uncertain, so vulnerable, makes your heart ache. "We did," you reply, barely above a whisper. âYou couldâve woken me up before you left, you know?â The words are out of your mouth before you can shove them back in, Luke pausing, his stop forcing you to stop walking as well.Â
His mouth drops open as he shoots you a dumbfounded look, âAre you kidding me?â He lets out a shocked laugh before adding, âYou didnât even bother to call me - itâs been three months and youâre holding a grudge because I had to leave early but donât see anything wrong with you just blatantly ignoring my phone number?âÂ
âCall you?â Your body almost recoils in shock as you look up at him in confusion. âHow was I supposed to call you?âÂ
Luke looks equally as confused now, his hands perched on his hips as the two of you just stare at each other. âDid you not look on the back of the sticky note?â He asks softly, his face relaxing in understanding as everything seems to click into place.Â
You blink at him, still unsure of what he's talking about. âBack of the note?â you echo, your voice unsure, as if youâre not quite processing what heâs saying. Youâre trying to piece things together, but it's all so disorienting. This whole conversation feels like a game of telephone gone wrong, and youâve missed the message completely.
Luke's face softens as if a realisation is dawning on him, a quiet chuckle slipping from his lips as he steps a little closer. âYeah, you know,â he says, his hands sliding into the pockets of his jacket, âthe sticky note I left you the morning after Halloween.â He watches your reaction closely, his eyes flicking from your face to your stiffened posture, noting the way you're not quite meeting his gaze. "I thought it would be pretty obvious..."
You shake your head slowly, heart sinking in your chest. This doesnât make sense. âI⊠I didnât even notice anything on the back.â
Luke tilts his head, eyebrows knitting together as though he's trying to process your words. âAre you serious?â he asks, though not unkindly. He sounds almost amused, but itâs the kind of amusement thatâs mixed with a touch of disbelief. You blink, a wave of realisation hitting you, but it doesnât make things clearerâif anything, it only makes them more confusing. The night of the Halloween party, everything had been a blur after⊠after what happened between you and Luke. You'd woken up alone, with no trace of him. The only thing you had found was that stupid post it note on your pillow. Youâd glanced at it, but in your haze of confusion and disappointment, you had dismissed it as just a random note, trying to rid himself of the guilt of walking out after your night together. You never once thought it would have his number on it.
âI thought you were gone,â you murmur, still not fully understanding. âYou just⊠disappeared. After that night.âLukeâs face softens, his expression shifting from confusion to something quieter, more patient.Â
âI didnât disappear, I justââ He pauses, choosing his words carefully. âI didnât want to wake you up. You were sleeping, and most people donât want to wake up at five in the morning, and I wasnât sure if you even wanted to see me again after everything. So I thought⊠I thought the note would be enough. I thought youâd get it.â
You feel the blood rush to your face, the weight of misunderstanding suddenly crashing down on you. That note. All these months, you had been carrying the confusion, the anger, the hurt of what you assumed was his rejection. All this time, youâd believed that he had left without a word, leaving you to overthink every moment, to wonder what went wrong, why it all felt so unfinished. But it wasnât rejection. It was a miscommunication, a simple mistake in the way you both had handled things.
âI never saw it,â you say quietly, the words almost feeling foreign in your mouth. âI thought⊠I thought you just left. You had got what you wanted and left.â Luke exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair, a small, sheepish laugh escaping him.Â
"Well, now I feel like an idiot." He glances down, clearly embarrassed at how the situation has unfolded, and you see the vulnerability in his eyes, the way heâs trying to navigate this, just like you.
âI mean, I shouldâve told you,â he continues, his voice softening. âI shouldâve woken you up, but I didnât want to make things awkward if you werenât interested. I didnât want to push it if that wasnât what you wanted.â The words settle between you both, and you feel the air shift, the distance that has been between you for months beginning to dissipate, just a little. The weight in your chest lightens as you finally start to understand what happened, what you both had been too afraid to face, too unsure to talk about.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, the apology slipping from your lips before you can stop it. âI shouldâve paid more attention.â
Luke shrugs, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. âNo need to apologise. Itâs just... both of us being kind of ridiculous, isnât it?â His smile widens, but itâs not the same playful, confident grin youâre used to seeing. Itâs more real, more raw. âI thought you were just avoiding me for some reason, and here you were thinking I ghosted you.â
You let out a small laugh, though itâs mixed with a breath of relief. âI guess we were both just avoiding the obvious.â
âYeah,â Luke agrees, his voice easing with the tension. He takes a small step closer, his eyes locking with yours as he lowers his hands from his pockets. âSo, now what?â
The question hangs in the air, and you find yourself looking up at him, the distance between you shrinking with every word you say. You take a deep breath, suddenly realising how much this conversation, how much this moment, has been long overdue. The walls youâve both built around each other are crumbling, slowly but surely.
âWell,â you begin, trying to gather your thoughts as you look at Luke. Heâs standing so close now, and despite the lingering awkwardness, thereâs something about him that feels more approachable, more open. "I think... maybe we need to stop assuming things about each other. Because, honestly, I had no idea what you were thinking. And you had no idea what I was thinking. So maybe we should just start from scratch."
Lukeâs face lights up, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he nods, his eyes bright with a hint of mischief. "I like that idea. Starting from scratch sounds good to me." For the first time in months, you feel a sense of relief flood your chest, the tension between you two breaking apart. .Â
âYeah,â you reply, returning his smile. âHow about we start by you giving me your number?â
Luke laughs, the sound light and easy now. âSure, letâs take our time. But donât go ghosting me.â
âNo more ghosting,â you agree, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you start walking again, side by side.
As you continue up the trail, the tension that once felt so heavy now seems almost silly. What had felt like an insurmountable distance between you two has suddenly shrunk, and you canât help but wonder how different things mightâve been if youâd both just taken a moment to talk. But for now, youâre content with where you are â a little wiser, a little closer, and finally ready to leave the past behind.
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take a chance with me . luke castellan x reader
you decide to confront luke about your current situationship with him.
luke castellan x f!reader , reader is the daughter of Athena , crack , misunderstandings , âwhat are weâ , âi thought weâre already datingâ , fluff with slight angst , overthinking , kisses , them being sappy , nicknames
note : canât stop falling in love with this evil betrayer smh. inspired by nikiâs song âtake a chance with meâ ! (IM SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGE this is my first time writing kiss scenes help đđđđ)
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âItâs getting dark. Let me walk you back to your cabin, yeah?â The dark haired boy smiled at you.
Gods how you loved that smile of his.
Itâs a tradition of yours. Him walking you back to your cabin after your outings. The two of you walk hand in hand as your near the Athena cabin.
You and Luke had been acquainted for quite some time. You both first met when you arrived in camp for the first time.
You were fifteen back then. Time passed by as fast Zeusâ lightning strikes as summers blurred after summers. In a blink of an eye, you guys were both eighteen now. Adults, no longer those carefree teenagers that relied on your counselors.
During those three years of friendship, you and Luke only got closer. It was hard to admit, and after an excruciating time of denial (and constant pestering from your half siblings including Annabeth), you finally surrendered and admitted the growing feelings you harbored for your close friend.
Youâre too afraid to confess your feelings as you treasured your friendship with him deeply. You would gush about how sweet he is to Annabeth, rolling yourself on your bed as blood rushed to your cheeks at the thought of him.
Little did you know he was doing the exact same thing. Confiding to Annabeth about your recent encounters, eyes lit up rivaling the shine of Apollo himself as he thinks of you.
Poor girl. Annabeth was sick of it.
But this summer, you felt a shift in your dynamic with the curly haired boy. He would eat lunch with you more often, asking you to go on more hangouts, challenged you on more duels, battles. It felt different, closer.
You were not complaining, matter of fact you were quite glad. Maybe your feelings wasnât just one sided after all.
But as time move forwards, the closer you two get, more couple-ey interaction commends. He would tuck your hand behind your ear as you both converse, intwining your hands when your in the same path, calling you nicknames.
The more your relationship with him progressed, the more it blurred the line between friends and more. At this point, you knew he had feelings for you as well, and he too was well aware of yours.
A bubble of thought soon started clouding your mind. What were you both now? Friends? Close friends? Lovers? You donât remember Luke asking you to be his girlfriend.
What was the nature this relationship?
You feel his grip on yours loosening as you stopped near the grey building of Cabin 6. âThis is it for you, princess.â
Words rolled of his tongue like honey and you felt like a honeybee, drawn to its sweetness.
Friends donât call each other nicknames.
Luke placed a gentle hand on your cheek, drawing closer has he placed his lips on your temple, as if he was kissing your thoughts away. âWhatâs got you thinking so hard since we started walking, hm?â
Your cheeks lit up like campfire at his action, he smiled noticing your flushed state.
Cute
You look up to the curly haired boy, his fingers still pressed on your cheek. What are we, Luke?
What if Luke suddenly doesnât want you anymore because of that question?
Were you too selfish by wanting more?
Was this not enough for you?
No it wasnât. You want to draw a clear like between friends and more, and Luke and you were shoveling a deep hole in the middle of said line.
What if he fears commitment and disappears?
âOh no, itâs nothing Luke.â You shook your head away from his grasp, pushing all your thoughts away. âItâs late, I should probably get in.â
But before you can turn away from him, Luke was quick to grab your hand, not letting you go any further. âNo, Yn. Something is clearly bothering you. And I donât want you to go to bed with an unpleasant feeling.â
He squeezed your held hands. âPlease, Yn. Is it something Iâve done?â
You were quick to deny him. âItâs not, Luke. I donât even know itâs just. I donât know, confusing? I think complicated is the right word.â
The dark haired boy brought your intertwined hands to his lips, kissing your forearm softly. âItâs okay take your time, darling. Iâm listening.â
You sighed seeing him caress your hand gently as he brushed his lips on the skin. âItâs about us, Luke.â
Dark hues make contact with your own. âWhat about us?â
âWhat are we Luke? I donât even know anymore.â You retracted your hand from his grasp, frustration getting a hold on you. âFriends donât hold hands while they walk, friends donât kiss each otherâs foreheads, or hands, or even call each other nicknames.â
You look up to see the confusion written clearly on his face. âWhat are we, Luke Castellan?â You asked once more.
There was a moment of silent and you dreaded it. Each passing second you can hear the rustling wind, chirps of birds, and the sound of your heart falling into your stomach.
Before he finally broke it. A wholehearted chuckle graced his lips, creasing his eyes.
You scrunched your eyebrows at his reaction. Clearly displeased. Were you some joke to him?
âLuke, this is serious, why are you laughing right now?â
He quickly straightened his composure after hearing your tone. âEhem, wait sorry. Youâre serious? Is this what youâve been worrying about?â
âWell yeah. Whatâs so funny about it? Am I just some joke to you?â
âNo no! Yn, wait.â He placed both of his hand above your shoulders. Eyes peered at yours before genuinely asking. âHavenât we been dating for like two months now?â
What? Confusion warps your face.
âYn, remember? Two months ago when I took you on a picnic by the lake? I asked if you wanted to be together and you agreed to it, remember?â He tried to recall your memory.
Then it snapped.
âOh, that was a confession? I thought you meant it in a friendly way.â Luke mentally face palmed himself and you sheepishly giggled.
âOkay maybe I was too vague with my words so letâs redo it right now yeah?â You tilted your head at him.
The dark haired boy took both of your hands from your sides, lacing them into his. âYn L/n, daughter of Athena, one of the best warriors Iâve ever seen, wisest and the most just ever, will you take the pleasure of being my girlfriend?â
You unwind your laced fingers, your hands moving, circling themselves around the nape of his neck as his hands are now placed on the sides your waist, drawing you closer. âHm will I?â You teased him lightly.
âPlease?â
âI guess you got yourself a girlfriend, Castellan.â
You laughed against his chest. And you can feel his ribcage expanding was he laughed along with you.
You tilt your head above, standing on the tips of your toes, as you pulled him even closer than before. Your noses touch at the proximity and you could feel his breath on yours. âIs this why youâve never kissed me before?â you hear him whisper.
âWell I am doing it right now.â You pull him in, his lips crashing with your own. His grip on your waist tightened as your hands made its way to the softness of his curls. Eyes tightly shut as you both bask in the bliss of ecstasy before pulling apart.
He leaned his forehead against yours. Giving your lip a small peck as he craves for more of you. âI donât know if this is not obvious yet but I like you, so so much, my Yn.â
You softly giggled. âI like you just as much, my prince.â
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His sweet girl
Summary: Aemond catches feelings for one of the girls at the brothel and his brother, Aegon, almost ruined everything
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x ocf!reader
Warnings: emotionally constipated Aemond, cunt Aegon, implied smut, lactation kink if you squint, fluff
Word count: 2.1k
A/N: Hello everyone, I'm Rosie and this is my first fic ever
Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, feel free to give me advices or suggestion, just be polite
English is NOT my first language, so apologies if there are any mistakes
Gif credits: @aegonx
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Aemond doesnât know exactly when se became so important to him.
One night he went to the brothel for his usual service, the last weeks has been hectic, everything was overwhelming, his fatherâs death, Aegonâs coronation and Lukeâs death, so he had to find a way to release the stress that it wasnât training with ser Criston Cole.
So, when he arrived at the pleasure house, he thought that Madame Sylvi was waiting for him like she usually did for the last weeks, instead, one of the servants informed him that Madame was unavailable for that night, but that she had chosen another girl that would satisfy him as much as she did.
Hearing those words, made him want to turn around and leave, not comfortable with the idea of opening himself with a different woman than the one he was used to, yet something inside of him didnât want to leave, he thought that if Madame Sylvi has personally chosen this girl, then maybe he shouldâve give it a shot and try, see how it was.
After all, she knew him and his needs, especially with all the times they laid together, so he decided to trust her judgement, and let the servant guiding him to the secluded area prepared for him.
Once he moved the curtain, he found a girl, no more than few years older than him, laying on the bed, surrounded by pillows and candles: she was wearing a sheer robe, her hair down, thick and long dark locks were covering her, in her eyes an expression he was having a hard time to decipher, a mix of excitement and fear.
She was staring at him, taking her time to admire the beautiful and stoic man in front of her, he was exactly as the girls at the brothel and the small folk described him: his long silver hair, his purple eye, his fierce aura, he was a mesmerising sight.
As he approached her, he thought that he never saw her before at the brothel, he was trying to remember her small face but he simply couldnât so he figured that she might be a new addiction there, yet if Sylvi chose her specifically, this means she wasnât someone new.
He started to undress slowly, taking his time to look at the girl in front of him, her appearance was pleasant, she wasnât exactly what he was searching, but she still had something magnetic in herself, she had a soft body, with plump breasts and wide hips, her body was different from the one of Madame, yet she still had something comforting that made him at ease right away.
She stood up, taking few steps and stopping in front of him, slightly bowing her head âgood evening, my prince, Madame Sylvi apologise that she canât serve you tonight, but she thought I might be a good enough substitute for you tonightâ.
She extended a hand for him, which he took after few moments of silent, noticing how small it was compared to his, slowly walking him to the bed in the middle of the room.
âIâve never saw you before, when did you start working here?â, he asked, curious to see if his assumption was correct
âOh, I donât exactly work here, my prince. My father sold me to Madame when I was a child and she thought I was too young to work here, so she kinda raised me like a daughter, usually I stay upstairs or I serve refreshments, I only work when she specifically asks me toâ
So, she wasnât a whore, not entirely at least, and this awakened something inside of him, he started wondering how many men she slept with, how many she pleased, if she was indeed able to please him as she said.
âDid you sleep with many men before? Are you sure you can serve me properly, child?â
âNot many men, but Iâm sure youâll be very satisfied my prince, and if you donât trust my words, trust Madameâs judgementâ
And so he did, and while he was thrusting inside her soft and warm flesh, he thought how different she was than Sylvi, how tight and wet she was, how her whimpers and moans were shy, how full she was making him feel.
He stayed there after he came, his head placed on her soft breasts, her hands caressing his hair and forehead, their breaths steady, her heartbeat calming, he felt well, satisfied with her service, his thoughts and troubles away for the time she was embracing him.
He told her about his worries, about his dreams, and what shocked him the most, was that she wasnât afraid to tell him what she was thinking: she spoke calmly, without fear, but still in a respectful manner, not wanting to disrespect him nor his family, it was a rare thing, usually people lie to him or tells him half truth in order to not upset him, Sylvi included.
When he came back evenings after, he hoped to find her again, and he was slightly disappointed to see that Sylvi was waiting for him and not her once again.
Madame realised it too, she could feel a shift in his behaviour, at first thinking it was because of everything it was happening with the war and his family, but when he asked her where she was, her doubts became certainty.
âYou donât want my services anymore, my prince?â, she asked as they laid together after their highs, his head on her lap, curled up like a babe.
âIs not that, I like you and you help me a lot, but it was different with her, she understands me, she is not afraid to tell me the truth and actually gives me advises, she listens carefully and tells me what she thinks, it is a rare thing nowadays, everyone too scared to offend me and have me lose my patience
Thatâs why I want her to serve me from now on, you were good to me, but I think I found a better matchâ.
Sylvi wasnât too pleased about this decision, she enjoyed the evenings with the prince, he treated her with respect, making her feel desired and appreciated, but he was still a prince, and if he didnât want her services anymore, she had to accept it and move on, at the end of the day, he was still a paying costumer like everybody else, and her last goal was to please him, whether it happened personally or not.
Aemond kept going to the brothel almost every night, gently fucking her and then laying on the bed, his head on her chest, talking about his days, about his dysfunctional family, his plans for the war, and she stayed there, listening to him and caressing his head, and when he wasnât talking, he was listening to her, talking about the books she was reading or about something she did that day, his lips sucking on one of her nipples lazily, eyes closed, eyepatch discharged somewhere on the bed, hand kneading the soft flesh of her hips.
He loved those moments, he felt at peace, somehow invincible, wondering if he will ever feel like this with another woman, but deep down knowing that no noble woman would be so understanding of him, especially not his betrothed.
It was during one of these nights that his brother, Aegon, had found him, ruining the only good thing he had in his life, Vhagar excluded.
They were there, entangled after their highs, the comfort of her arms making him feel so well, when his drunk brother opened the curtain, revealing himself to him and his mates, not wasting a second to humiliate him.
Aemond immediately got up, sitting there, looking somewhere on the floor, trying to steady his breath, listening to his brother rambling about him âfucking her like a houndâ, watching her trying to cover herself for the embarrassment, shielding her body from his brotherâs eyes.
He decided to leave, being too angry and humiliated, his brother rambling about searching for Madame to âmake a man out of one of the white cloaksâ but he found a better amusement after he saw his brother there
âYou can have her, brother, one whore is as good as anotherâ he said before taking his leave, the look of disappointment and heartbreaking in her face.
He couldnât sleep that night, he kept seeing her disappointed face over and over again.
He knew he hurt her, that she had no fault for what happened, his brother was a drunken cunt, and she had to suffer the consequences for his stupid actions.
For days he contemplated about going there and apologise, explaining that he was not expecting for his brother be there, that he hasnât gone to the brothel in years and he thought it was a safe space for him, away from his brotherâs mess, yet he couldnât do it, he couldnât go there, relieving the memory of that night again.
In the end he decided to go, he was longing her touch, her softness, her sweetness, ha had to admit to himself (with an enormous amount of strength) that he needed her, so he went there one morning, when he knew anyone wouldâve gone there and disturb them.
As he walked the street of silk, he kept thinking about what he wanted to tell her, trying to find the words to explain to her that he was sorry, that he understood if she didnât want to be with him ever, but that he was still hoping for her forgiveness, since she knew how complicated his relationship with his brother was.
He knocked on the door, Sylvi opening it as he thought, looking at him hostilely
âWhat are you doing here, my princeâ
âYou know what Iâm doing here, I want to speak with herâ
âYou hurt her, deeply, I donât know if she wants to see youâ
âJustâŠjust ask her, please? I will leave if she does not want to speak with meâ
Madame Sylvi looked at him one last time, before moving towards the rooms upstairs, allowing him to enter the brothel.
She came back a while back, telling him that he can go talk to her, but also to be quick, she didnât want to give him too much time, she was very hurt by his actions.
He went upstairs, anxious and excited, wanting nothing more than explaining to her, his heart beating fast and hard in his chest at the thought of seeing her sweet face again.
His sweet girl, sited on the bed, a book between her hands, looking beautiful with the sun light, certainly different from the candlelight he was used to
âGood morrow, I know my visit isâŠunexpected, but I had to come, I had to talk to youâ
âGood morrow, talk then, but make it quick, I will have to get ready for work soon, I have clients to take care ofâ
âClients? I thought you werenât fully working at the brothel, I donât understandâ
âAfter what happened that night, your brotherâs guard told everyone how good I was, so a lot of men asked for me and Madame couldnât refuse them, so now I work full timeâ
âIâm sorry, sweet girl, I really am, I didnât want to treat you in such a wayâ he walked towards her, sitting slowly on the bed besides her, taking her hands on his and leaving some kisses on them âI swear I wish I said something that night, but my pride took the best of me; my brother was there, mocking me like he did when we were children, I couldnât stay any longer.
Forgive me, sweet girl, youâre the only one I didnât wish to hurt that night, yet youâre the one who suffered for my lack of temperamentâ
She stayed there, their hands still entwined, listening to his pleadings, wondering what was the best thing to do, reminding herself that he hurt her deeply, but also that he loved this man so much, that she couldnât stay away from him any longer.
She kissed him while he was still talking, needing to feel his lips on hers once again, his hands on her once again, his cock deep inside her, feeling her to the brim with his seed, making her his and his only.
As he thrusts inside her, hips snapping, his hands kneading the soft flesh of her hips, they never felt so good in their life, so at peace, so happy.
They kissed and bit and marks each other, and in Aemondâs mind, the only thought was that she was his and he wasnât going to let any man take her from him, the only good thing in his life.
She was his sweet girl, only his.
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TEDIUM - S.R
a/n: found this dress on pinterest and just needed to write something about it
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pairings: spencer reid x bimbo!receptionist!reader
summary: spencer is not having the best time at the FBI Gala, well, until you show up
warnings: just cuties being cute, spencer swooning, maybe suggestive if you squint, spencer asks out bimbo reader!!
wc: 1.1k
Spencer was bored, more than bored, he was tedium. The word, meaning a dullness in routine, had come to him during a lecture about the history of timekeeping, illustrating the repetitive tick of a clock which can lead to such a state.
That is what he felt like, like the monotone ticking of a clock was more consistent with a sonic boom bouncing off the walls of his brain. His hand was wrapped around a beer, not his typical drink of choice, but the stale surroundings seemed to demand a departure from his usual routine.
To anyone else, the surroundings would have been anything but stale. The air vibrated with music, elegant attire sparkled under the light, important people exchanged pleasantries, and drinks flowed like rivers. However, Spencer found himself disengaged, the usual allure of the FBI Gala eluding him, leaving him feeling oddly detached.
At his elbow, Penelope was sipping on something pink, the glass seemingly more decorative than practical. She was talking about something, something about how she wished Morgan was here and how he'd love the dress she was wearing. But Spencer's mind was elsewhere, locked on the door, his body immobilized by a sudden alertness.
The frothy concoction of pastels and ruffles you often wore were nowhere to be seen tonight. He felt as if his whole body was reprogramming itself as you descended the stairs, the green fabric of your dress seemed to flow like water, the peaks and swells of your body calling to him in a language that his rational mind struggled to ignore.
Your smile reached him before you did, the apple of your cheeks straining with a grin so effortlessly bright. You waved at him, your gold-heeled feet gliding across the floor towards him. Time seemed to slow. His fingers tightened around the beer, the chill of the condensation battling the warmth spreading across his brow. He wanted to memorize you, taking a mental screenshot that might come in handy later.
"Oh my gosh, look at the two of you!" Juggling your matching purse, you managed to slide it under your arm, freeing your hands to wrap Penelope in a hug.
Your hands then moved to Spencer, arms looping around his neck. He took a beat, his beer finding its place on the counter, before his hands settled on your waist, pulling you close. The sweet scent of coconut wafted from your hair, intoxicating him in a way that made him reluctant to let go. But he restrained himself, allowing you to be the one to draw back first.
"Makes a girl feel a little outshone." You were joking, he knew that, but he still couldn't help to reassure you.
"You look beautiful."
He caught the hint of a smile you were holding back, feeling it in the way your hand clasped his. You mumbled a thanks, so faint it was almost lost, uncharacteristic for you.
"Are you kidding? You look like a goddess. I feel like I should be asking for your autograph," Penelope gushed, her hands dramatically gesturing to you.
It was impossible for Spencer not to notice the way your hand didn't leave his, fingers laced together naturally, your thumb moving in soft strokes. His heart was failing, he was sure.
Penelope's attention was drawn to where Spencer's focus lay, eyebrows shooting up. A knowing grin pulled at her lips as she looked between you. "Oh my, I totally spaced that I was supposed to meet up with Luke! You guys will be okay without me, right? Hugs and kisses, I'll be back!"
Spencer laughed, his free hand reaching for his discarded beer, lifting it to his lips in an attempt to counter the heat coursing through him.
It didn't. Not with you so close, touching him. He was putty in your hands.
"Is it, like, super weird seeing me outside of work hours?" you asked, dropping his hand as you reached to dig inside your purse, signaling for the bartender. "It's like bumping into your dentist at a partyâdoesn't really happen."
As you ordered your drink, Spencer was already in motion, intercepting with his own card.
"I've got it," he insisted. "And yeah, it's a bit unusual, but a good kind of unusual."
"Thanks, Spence. Next one's on me." He definitely wasn't going to let that happen. You swivel the face him with a cherry-topped drink in hand. "I totally agree, it's the best kind of unusual. We should do it more often."
"Yeah, we should," he replied, the word floating on a shaky breath.
The opportunity was there, ripe as the cherry you were now teasing with your tongue. The question, however, refused to materialize, trapped as he watched your tongue slide over the fruit as it were second nature.
You didn't even realize what you were doing, looking up at him with a pure innocence, but somehow as if you knew he was toying with the idea of asking you out.Â
The intimate bubble that had formed around you two burst suddenly when Emily called out. You turned sharply, inadvertently pressing flush against Spencer as you tried to pinpoint her voice.
Spencer's muscles tensed, his arm instinctively finding the curve of your waist in an effort to steady both himself and you. Your hand lifted in a wave, presumably to Emily, while your other hand found a place on his bicep.
"I'm pretty sure Emily wants us over there," you mentioned casually, making no move to distance yourself or approach Emily.
Spencer's response was a nod, his eyes drinking in your faceâthe lushness of your lashes, the specks of color in your eyes, the gentle slope of your nose, the swell of your lipsâeach feature distinctly yours.
"Let me take you on a date." It was as if the phrase had a life of its own, announced from a version of Spencer that even he didn't recognize.
Your mouth, glossed in pink, paused mid-motion, opening slightly. "Like an actual date-date? I'd love to go on a date with you. I've been not-so-patiently waiting for you to ask."
The thumping of his heart was loud in his ear, his cheeks tinged with pink as you looped your arm through his. "You have?"
You let out a laugh, the kind that bubbled up effortlessly and seemed to warm the pit of his stomach. He was sure the team's eyes were on the two of you, but he wasn't sure if he cared.
"Oh, totally! Probably since my first day when you had the meeting with Chief Cruz. I was like, wow he's smart and cute."
The ticking of the clock seemed irrelevant now. Spencer realized that the tedium he felt might not have been a symptom of the event but the absence of you. Now, with your arm linked in his, everything felt like it took on a new hue, brighter and thrilling, as if the clock had been reset.Â
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ahhh can I ask for a drabble for sunshine reader x Spence when they're out with the team at a bar or something and reader is obviously a clingy and giggly drunk?
MY BABY'S SWEET AS CAN BE | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader
description: Spencer's girlfriend loves karaoke when she's drunk, but she loves him even more
length: 1k
warnings: literally just fluff
He smiled at her unabashedly as she flitted through the crowd, the top of her head bobbing in between other patrons as she shoved through the sea of bodies, and he heard the odd âExcuse me, oh Iâm so sorry, excuse me, Sorry-scuse me,â which let him know the mop of hair with two little bows in it was exactly who he thought it was.Â
Not that heâd need to try hard to find her, his eyes hadnât left her all evening. She had a tendency to get upset if they got parted when sheâd had a couple to drink, and he hated the look she got on her face when she welled up and felt sorry for herself.Â
She burst out the throng, her eyes quickly scanning across the group, and Emily barely had time to hand her a Frozen Daiquiri before sheâd launched herself where Spencer leaned against the bar.
âHoney! Oh, I missed you so much,â She said, immediately homing into his waist, her ear pressing against his chest where his heart beat particularly loudly, because whatever affectionate streak she carried on a day to day basis was dialled to one million when she got like this.Â
âBaby, I saw you five minutes ago,â He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her nevertheless and running his large, warm hand down her spine where her backless dress gave him free rein to feel everything.Â
She looked up at him with an aghast stare, âYou didnât miss me, too?âÂ
âOh, I never said that, now did I?â Spencer asked, his words sweetened with his smile, and adoration stained every single syllable like coffee over clean breath, âDid you have fun?âÂ
She giggled, leaning to steal a quick kiss, and her hand brushed over his stomach to pinch the soft pouch of fat gently, âI did! Did you see me, I totally outsang Luke,âÂ
âFor the last time; karaoke is not a contest, weâre supposed to be singing together,â Luke said, his forehead sweaty where heâd pushed through the crowd himself trying to keep up with her as sheâd bolted off the stage to get back to her spot tucked under Spencerâs arm.Â
She stuck her tongue out at him, rolling her eyes when he gave her a more obscene gesture, and turned back to where Spencer had yet to rip his eyes off her, his pupils dopey and wide and full of puppy love as she looked at him.Â
âHeâs just mad becaus he wanted to sing Beyonceâs part, and I made him be Shakira,â She said on chuckled breath, âBut I think our cover of Beautiful Liar could top charts, like, nationally,â
âOfcourse, I reckon you could go global if we got you a good agent,â He humoured her, and her eyes lit up with glee, bouncing on the balls of her feet to the point he almost spilled his beer. But he didnât care, he just loved seeing her so happy.Â
âReally! Really, really?â She asked, quickly stealing another adoring kiss from his lips like she could only go so long before she needed another one to fuel her words, like she didnât even realise she was doing it as there was little to no pause in her end of the conversation.Â
âWell, sure,â He said, his mouth interrupted when she pecked him again, and he wondered if she genuinely understood they couldn't kiss and talk at the same time with the way she was going, âBut, if my sweet girlfriend becomes a popstar sensation overnight, whoâs going to be there when I want to do this?â He said, wrapping an arm around her waist, his fingertips caressing the dip of her back, already knowing which moles sat beneath his touch and where, as he gave her a real kiss, one that made her squeak a little and the sound of it forced an even bigger smile out of him.Â
He parted from her reluctantly, and he didnât even care that he usually didnât like PDA all too much if it meant she would look so content and glowing, her eyes creasing as she sighed with a besotted expression. Spencer never thought he would get so lucky to have anyone look at him like that, never mind someone who he loved with his whole entire being, and everything else left of him.Â
âYou raise a good point, my genius love,â She said, pressing her burning face into his sternum, her hands still never leaving where theyâd buried into his waist, âI guess Iâll put my debut album on hold and stay to kiss you some more,âÂ
âWill you guys stop being so disgustingly sweet, itâs making my punch taste sour,â Penelope said, even though the team didnât seem to mind their soppy exchanges. Spencer sometimes seemed like his old self again when he was with her, something boyish and teasing and loving returning back to his rough hands and exhausted expression, and for that the two of them could rip each other's clothes off for all they cared.Â
Because they were one of those couples that made everyone else feel lucky to just see that kind of love so close, not envious or repellent, like finding a fawn sleeping on your doorstep. It was rare and pure and warmed everyone right through to their marrow.Â
The two of them smiled at one another, and she leaned in to steal a few more kisses from his lips that tasted faintly of beer, only for another song to start playing and she gasped, her mouth dropping in excitement.Â
âI love ABBA, we have to sing this song together!â She said, lacing her fingers with his and tugging his stubborn, lithe figure over to the stage, âPlease, Spencer, please, please, please,âÂ
And he gave her exactly what she wanted, because when could he ever say no to a face like that.Â
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