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[eideticmemory]

blurb about kinky spencer what do you feel about that like early seasons to late seasons what his into it ☝🏻💥

ik everyone has their ideas about spencer reid’s sexuality between ages ~18-24 and cm rly never says much about it BUT i’ve always imagined that during college/grad school and the early seasons spencer was actually very sexually confident. i don’t mean that as in he could see someone across the room and cruise them and take them home but i think he knew what he liked. he is beautiful, that’s obvious so i imagine that when he got onto a college campus and started getting validation from all these pretty girls and pretty guys that he was like “wait…..i actually kinda have sex appeal?” and that was good bc even tho he was super insecure and younger than his classmates he was still as horny as everyone else!!! im a bi spencer truther and i think his first sexual experience was with a man and i think he felt anxious about sex with women for a while. his first time she probably had to throw herself at him but his brain was just like ???? ok??? i think shes having a good time?? but?? she cant get a boner so i cant quite tell?? this is getting long i’m sorry 😭

but i think anatomy helped him a lot. it was something he could contextualize and i can see him looking up vagina diagrams or even watching porn to figure out What To Do. and as he becomes more sexually active he becomes very good at reading body language. fucking someone and thinking “ok their legs are shaking, thats good, thats a good sign. oh they’re breathing’s faster, better keep this up” but what he liked the most was just being spoken to. he liked verbal validation during sex very much, someone who would grab his hands and put them where they wanted bc he could figure out the rest from there. once he gets out of his head a little bit is when he starts becoming vocal himself. i imagine he got a lot of questions during sex like “ru ok? ru enjoying it?” bc he would just lay there and whimper quietly bc he was overthinking everything. then one time its so good that he forgets to think and he’s moaning like a whore and it finally clicks for him “oh wow it feels even better to just let it out. oh wow they like it when i let it out” i think his kink was just pleasing someone, being good and feeling good, being able to tell himself that he did good.

in the early seasons i think he enjoyed sex and the idea of being that close to someone. i think he was touch starved and craved intimacy and he seeks it less as the show goes on. his experiences at the bau (especially the anthrax case) encouraged his germaphobia and yeah he would still get horny but he struggled to find anyone whose touch didn’t gross him out. i think that was a struggle for him for a long time. then especially after maeve he was constantly chasing the touch of a woman he had never even seen or gotten to hug. it was weird to think about while grieving her but his mind and heart craved her so much through their relationship so his body did too. he thought one day he would let someone touch him. someone he loved! and then she died in front of him so that was shot to shit. he grieved sex he would never have. i would describe his kink here as “someone i love so much i’d die for it. they could have anthrax on their tongue and i’d kiss them just because its them.”

in the later seasons after cat adams and the prison arc, i think he loses a lot of his inhibitions. basically a revelation of “i don’t have the energy to ponder on what i like and who i like” bc he feels it instantly. the moment he makes eye contact with someone, he can feel it in his tummy that he would have sex with them if they wanted. and when he feels it he flirts with humor. there’s nothing he loves more than when he banters with someone cute, making them laugh and catching a sparkle in their eye. like if they can understand each other’s minds then surely they might understand each other’s bodies. in bed he’s superrr vocal but not necessarily dirty more like “do u wanna be on top? yes i want that to” “can i take your shirt off? thank you” and putting a titty in his mouth. “can i bend your legs back a little more? i just wanna get a little deeper. tell me if its uncomfortable though” a lot of “yeah yeah yeah” when he’s drowning in it and then looking down and saying “yeah? yeah? yeah?” bc at the end of the day he stills needs to know he’s doing good

[rationaliity]

ratio who, once he takes out his contacts, can't see more than a few inches ahead of him. he's got glasses and he'll sit in bed reading a book until he's sleepy enough to actually fall asleep ( he's got a fast-running mind, it's hard to go to sleep most nights for him ) he's the kinda guy with the grandpa glasses with the glasses chains that let it dangle on his neck when he's ready to take them off.

waking up in the morning, he's so disorientated that he really can't see you at all. he can see your vague form, probably still asleep, but he can't make out your details. it's not until he hears you shift that he knows that you're awake, and he waits expectantly until he feels the familiar sensation of your lips on his, his hand finding its way to your cheek even while unable to see you very well, like his body knows yours innately. he's used to having his five senses isolated, so he was able to explore you as if he could see you with crystal clarity.

" good morning, dearest, " you'd whisper, your forehead against his as you shuffled as close as possible, your arm lazily wrapped around his torso.

" good morning, " he'd gruffly reply back, his voice sounding rough and ultimately failing to capture how peaceful he felt in this moment. mornings, while he was never usually a fan, were the only moments of his life where his brain wasn't constantly going with problems that he needed to solve.

mornings were the few moments of his life where you were the sole focus of his world. ratio wasn't a morning person, but he loved mornings.

[sunny44]

Pornstache

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: smut.

Summary: Carlos puts on a moustache and it seems the effect was better than he imagined.

I woke up alone in bed in the morning, which wasn't unusual considering it was a race weekend, but Carlos got up earlier than usual so I started to get suspicious.

But since I didn't have to get up now, I went back to sleep and left it up to the alarm to wake me up at the right time.

When the alarm finally went off and it was time to wake up, I got up and went straight to the bathroom to have a shower before we left and as soon as I walked into the bathroom, I saw my boyfriend with just a mustache.

"Oh my God." I said shocked, looking at him.

"Tadam." He says and I'm still shocked.

"Why did you shave it off?"

"Well, we're in Italy and it's Luigi's home race so I decided to pay homage." He says excitedly. "You didn't like it?"

"I still don't know if I like it or not." I said and looked him up and down and saw that he was only wearing his underpants.”

"The mustache is up here." He says playfully and I roll my eyes and run my hands over his face. "So?"

"It's weird." He laughed. "But I have to admit you look very sexy like that."

"Yeah?" He asked, putting his hand on my waist and starting to kiss my neck.

"I need to take a shower."

"What a coincidence, me too." He said, taking off my blouse and making me laugh.

Instead of going to the bathroom, he picks me up and carries me to the bed and gets on top of me. Without much foreplay, we were both completely naked and Carlos was already inside me.

"You know what?" he stops.

"How about you get in on the action?"

"I thought you'd never ask." I switch positions getting on top of him.

I rest my hands on his chest as I begin to move up and down slowly.

He holds my waist and lifts his own, thrusting into me hard and fast, making me moan.

I start again with slow movements and gradually increase the speed, until I feel my apex approaching and the thrusts get deeper and faster, he grabs my breasts with his hands and squeezes, when I let out a louder moan, signaling that I've reached my apex.

I continued moving faster, and he reached his peak and so did I.

We caught our breath and he had a smile on his face.

I sit on his lap without taking his member out of me, just looking at his mustache.

"Can you take another round?" he asks and I agree.

As I was already on top of him, he just pulled me up, making me sit on his face and without giving me time to think, I felt his tongue on my pussy, and it was at that exact moment that I thanked God he had that mustache. I'm sure the feel of him in me made me come even faster.

When we'd finished, we decided to take a shower.

As soon as the hot water hits our backs, I feel the relaxation coming on.

He hugs me from behind and we stay like that for a few minutes.

"You know what we didn't do?" he looks at me confused, after I turn to him and just kneel in front of him, he already knows what's going to happen.

As soon as I reach the head, I suck slowly while he grabs my hair.

I start sucking him slowly and quickly, alternating between the two, keeping eye contact with him.

As I make the movements, he bites his lip and rolls his eyes, then he makes me go a little faster until he comes in my mouth.

He's a little shaky as I get up and he kisses me very hard.

Anyway, we finished showering and while I was in front of the bathroom mirror finishing my skin care, I felt him hug me from behind.

"Look, we've done enough exercise for the one hour we're awake. Actually, the one hour I’m awake." He laughs.

"I'm not after that. At least not now.” I laughed and wiped my face dry, then turned to face him. "Did you really like my mustache?"

"God knows how much." It was his turn to laugh. "Seriously, it feels completely different with just a mustache than with a full beard."

"Good to know."

"Now I can remember what I thought you looked like."

"Like what?"

"You look like a mob in a movie, or maybe a pornstar." Then he starts laughing.

"If we'd recorded what we were doing a while ago, I'd certainly be classified as a pornstar."

"We should have recorded it then."

"Are you serious?"

"If I didn't have to live every day in fear of someone finding it or it leaking, I'd definitely record us having sex." He's impressed and kisses me. "Get dressed because we have 20 minutes to be ready.”

"All right, I'll be right there." He releases me. "Have you sorted your clothes?"

"Not yet. But I already have something in mind."

He agreed and left, I did a quick make-up and then left the room to get dressed and that's when we left the hotel room to go to the race track.

…

As soon as we arrived, we could already see people's faces of shock and amazement when they saw Carlos' new style.

Either people would love it and think he was hot (like me) or they would think it didn't look good and that he looked strange without the rest of his beard.

"Woooooow, look at that." Charles says as soon as he sees him. "Y/n, you look lovely as always and you... What inspired you to leave just the mustache?"

"I thought I'd do something different, I was inspired by Luigi."

"Oh yeah, should we dress up as Mario and Luigi for the race tomorrow?"

"Absolutely." I say, making them laugh.

After chatting for a while, we went into the garage and I went to my usual corner while Carlos and Charles went to their driver's rooms to change and start qualifying.

The excitement on the race track was palpable as everyone prepared for the qualifying session. After my brief chat with Charles, I went to my usual corner in the garage, where I could watch all the action up close without disturbing anyone. Carlos and Charles, on the other hand, went to their driver's rooms to change and prepare for qualifying.

The atmosphere in the garage was one of total concentration.

Engineers, mechanics and strategists moved in a synchronized ballet of precision and efficiency. I knew that qualifying was crucial, and everyone was determined to do their best. I felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I waited for the session to begin.

When it finally started, the screens around me were filled with images of the cars leaving the pits and entering the track. Carlos was one of the first to leave, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation and the worry that was always present in me.

"Come on, Carlos, you can do it!" I muttered to myself, clenching my fists tightly.

The first few minutes of qualifying were intense. Carlos was visibly focused, doing fast, precise laps. The team was in constant communication with him, providing data and adjusting the strategy as necessary. I watched every lap with my heart in my mouth, hoping that he would manage to stay among the best.

"Carlos, we're seeing good lap times. Keep it up." The engineer's voice echoed through the speakers.

He responded with a simple "copy", but his determination was clear. The track was hot and the conditions were ideal for a fast lap. Carlos made the most of it, driving his car with skill and precision. Every corner was a masterpiece, every straight a battlefield where he sought every millisecond.

As the minutes ticked by, Carlos continued to climb the timesheets. The tension in the garage grew with every lap. I could hardly breathe, so absorbed was I in the action. Then, in the last sector of the track, he did something incredible. Carlos set a perfect lap, beating all the other times and putting himself in P1.

"That's it!" I shouted, unable to contain my excitement. Some team members flashed me complicit smiles, sharing my joy.

Carlos' engineer was also elated.

"Great job, Carlos! Pole position! Stay focused, we're going to review the data.”

"Got it. Thanks guys." Carlos' voice sounded firm, but I could sense the satisfaction in it.

The final minutes of qualifying were a mixture of tension and anticipation. Other drivers tried to beat Carlos' time, but he remained unbeatable. Each attempt failed to surpass his brilliant lap. When the timer finally went off, confirmation came: Carlos Sainz had secured pole position.

The garage erupted in celebrations. The team was hugging each other, celebrating the extraordinary result. I too couldn't help but shout with joy, jumping up and down with excitement. Carlos got out of the car with a triumphant smile, and was immediately surrounded by his team.

"Congratulations, love! You were amazing!" I said, as he approached.

"Thanks, Hermosa." He replied, his smile widening. "I told you I'd do my best."

He winked at me, and I felt my face blush again. Carlos was overjoyed, and I knew that this qualification was just the start of something even bigger. He was determined to win, and I couldn't wait to see what else he could achieve.

As he walked away to take part in the post-qualifying interviews and appointments, I couldn't help thinking that the first questions would be related to his new look.

"And what about your new look, what made you do it?" I could hear a journalist asking.

"Because we were in Italy, I decided to do something different and I took inspiration from Luigi for my look."

"And your girlfriend, what did she think?"

"She liked it a lot." He says with a suggestive tone that only I seem to understand.

"That's great. Thank you very much and congratulations on your pole position."

It was the last interview so he came straight to where I was waiting for him.

"I'm going to have a quick shower and then we can go to the hotel."

"All right." He kissed me and I started laughing.

"Why are you laughing?"

"It tickles." I said, referring to his moustache.

"You didn't complain earlier when I was sucking you..." at the same time, I put my hand over his mouth, preventing him from almost finishing.

"Eww." We heard Charles as he passed us. "Save that for when you're alone."

"He didn't even finish his sentence." I said.

"Yeah, but from his sentence and the fact that you covered his mouth so he wouldn't finish it, I can already imagine what it was." Then he went into his room.

"I didn't complain before and I'm not complaining now, it was just a statement of fact." I said.

"That's good because we're going to do a lot more than we did this morning."

"Good to know." I kissed him. "Now get in the shower because I want to go back to the hotel, put on my pajamas and eat a hamburger."

"Wow, and where am I on this plan?”

"You'll be next to me in bed eating a hamburger too."

"The day before the race? What a risk."

"Then you eat soup." He laughs.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower now."

...

In the end Carlos had to stay longer so I came to the hotel early. I took another shower before putting on my pajamas and going to bed.

I was watching TV and was almost asleep when I heard the door opening and I hoped it was my boyfriend because I wasn't in the mood to run away.

"Hey." I said to him as soon as I turned around and saw him taking off his sneakers.

"Hey, did I wake you?"

"No, I was almost there, but I hadn't slept yet."

"Sorry it took so long, it shouldn't have.”

"It's okay, I know how race week’s work." He kisses my forehead, changes his clothes and lies down.

"Come here." He pulls me on top of him and I nuzzle my face into his neck. "Good night hermosa."

"Good night, love."

Bonus scene!

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[jazeswhbhaven]

the fact that I am not getting turned inside out and backwards and around like pretzel by Beleth rn is a crime within itself like why do I have to be here and 3D when I could be there in 2D land living the dream.

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Kylian Mbappé 🇫🇷

Fics

Cliché? Most definitely. | Kylian Mbappé

Genre:  Strangers to Lovers AU | Romance | Angst | Fluff | Smut

Summary: Once upon a time, there lived a girl who couldn't figure out her life and a boy who had the world at his feet. Neither had time for love, and both were absolutely miserable with their current predicaments. As the saying goes, expect the unexpected. Cliché? Most definitely. Does Lady Faith care? Not one bit. These types of stories have always been her cup of tea. At this point, all there is left to do is send a quick prayer that these two don’t get dragged to hell and back to satisfy an ancient deity’s hunger for drama. Alas, the odds don’t look promising. It’s been a while since Lady Faith personally took an interest in two young mortals' lives. The last time she was so meddlesome was with a certain singer and an athlete. What a disaster that was. Now, Faith looked at her two protagonists, and with a quick smirk, let history write itself. 

Chapitre Un. Rien autour n'a de sens

The Summer We Were Young | Kylian Mbappé

Genre:  Strangers to Lovers AU| Romance | Comedy | Fluff | Of course, it has to be angsty | Smut

Summary: Once upon a time, there lived a young woman named Naaz who couldn’t wait to get the hell out of her parent’s house and jet set to the French Riviera to live out her hot girl summer dreams. Tired, burnout, and angry against the world, she decides to be selfish for once and books a ticket to the beautiful city of Nice.

Unfortunately for her, things never seem to work in her favour. Along the way, she meets the most infuriating man in the world who seems to make it his life goal to make her blood boil and her generationally acquired anger issues to resurface landing her in the most precarious situations. On his behalf, Kylian was just trying to have a good time and forget about the disastrous season he just had. Dealing with loss after loss, the world-famous footballer just wanted to catch a break as he faced great uncertainty regarding his future. Get ready to follow Naaz and Kylian as they prepare to face a summer that will change their lives forever. 

Chapter One. Ridin' in the drop-top with the top down

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Ay, Ay, Captain | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: Y/N watches as Kylian play and lead his team to victory at Stade Bollaert-Delelis, feeling proud and overwhelmed. Five goals in one game? Surely, he served something special for such a feat, non?

Honeymoon | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: After an eventful journey, you and Kylian finally get to relax on your afternoon.

Meilleur buteur | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: Kylian becomes Paris Saint-Germain's all-time top scorer. You couldn't be any prouder of your other half.

Somebody to Lean On | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: After being eliminated from the Champions League, you join Kylian while he channels his frustrations into working out hours after the training session is over. 

Magic Kingdom | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: After spending the day at Disneyland Paris with his niece and nephew, Kylian wants to start a family with you

Hold On, We’re Going Home | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: After attending a charity event with Kylian, who looked dashing in his black suit, you feel particularly needy. Once you arrive home, you realize he hungered for you just as much. 

Unexpectedly Expecting | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: After feeling unusually exhausted and nauseous during your weekly gym dates, you find out some really happy news

O Re Piya | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: It’s the day of your brother’s wedding, and you're running late. The main culprit: your handsy husband who can’t seem to control himself seeing you in a lehenga. 

A Mother's Remedy | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: You fall asleep on Kylian after spending the whole day taking care of the triplets who had the flu.

I’ll take care of you | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: Kylian is feeling stressed as the news that he will not be extending with PSG comes out. He seeks comfort in you. 

Send That Picture Promise I'm A Keep It | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: What’s it like texting when your husband is a really busy athlete? 

Drifting Apart | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: Y/N and Kylian’s relationship is crumbling as they navigate the most difficult moments of their lives. Will they stay or fall apart due to the pressure?

↳ Part I

Sheila Ki Jawani | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: Y/N is late and Kylian decides to teach her a lesson about tardiness.

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Comfort| Kim Namjoon

Summary: After reading an article about your boyfriend Namjoon's personal information being tracked, you feel quite angry and the only thing you can do is comfort him.

Tom Riddle 🐍

The Heir and His Son | Tom Riddle Sr and Tom Riddle Jr

Summary: Tom Riddle Sr raises his son and it makes all the difference.

↳ Chapter One

↳ Chapter Two

[2knightt]

GIGGLES AND KICKS MY FEET!! Can you do 🌷 With the song 'Its been a long, long time' By Kitty Kallen for Sodapop or Johnny? TYSMSM AND P.S I LUV UR WRITING SM!! ALSO IVE NEVER REQUESTED SMTH BEFORE SO I HOPE I DID IT RIGHT 😇

MWAH MWAH!! u are such a doll!!! i luv u sosososo much!!! i seen this prompt and my head went to the avengers and then to slow dancing with sodapop after he comes back from war…so…

you cannot count the days and nights you were left alone. the nights you were left with only your tears in the room you and him once shared.

you could only pray through sobs he’d come back. even if he hadn’t been home in a long, long time.

it was another bland day at home. you stared off at the tv, cigarette in between your fingers. you took a drag of it before a knock was at your door.

you sighed, putting the cigarette out on the ashtray beside you as you got up. when you opened the door, you just stood there.

you always dreamed about this day, yeah. but you never thought it’d actually happen. your boyfriend, sodapop curtis, stood in front of you with the same exact stupid grin you remembered.

he laughed before picking you up, arms around your waist as he rambled about how much he missed you.

once he placed you down, kissing the top of your head, you couldn’t help but hug him. with your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your hips—he started swaying back and forth.

with the tv playing some lovey dovey song, tears in your eyes, and sodapop still going on about how much he missed you—it felt like you were the only person ever.

“i missed you so much. kept a photo of you, y’know? put it in my hat everyday n’ every night i’d look at it. wish i wrote to you more. ‘m sorry. i’ll never leave you like that again—promise.”

[hanlimz]

CAN EHQOFJWOF CAN WE JUST??????? HE LOOKS SO???? SO CUTE??? SO SOFT? SO BABY!!! SO SOSOSOSOSOSO CUTE?? SO PRECIOUS SO LOVELY SOSOTHEOEJWOS

cass he is just so fucking adorable and I can’t stop thinking about him and he’s so adorable and he’s so amazing and lovely and beautiful and gorgeous and SO fucking PERFECT.

I just want to boop his nose and kiss his eyelids and pinch his cheeks and just </3 I want to Cry. 🥹

soft sunghoon thoughts please 🤲🎤

THIS GROWN 20 YR OLD MAN??? IS MY BABY???? hoon lichrally has expensive bf fits down to a TEE .. i feel like won and hee have the most relaxed bf fits, jake n niki r more stylish n trendy, jay n sunoo r like …… at different points on the husband spectrum.. but park sunghoon…….this man has the most Expensive looking bf fits <////3

when he takes u out, u always manage to mention that he looks dapper—suave, if you will (he pretends to hate it but it doesn’t fool u .. he loves the praise.) he takes u out to the nicest restaurants in town only to try n translate the entire menu into english. (he says he has to practice but he just wants to see u laugh.) this man will jab his pointy little dress shoes into ur shins just to see that little pout on ur face. he loves the way ur bottom lip juts out a bit n how ur forehead crinkles in the cutest way.

hoon is just so whipped for u like?? u get home n he is hanging onto every limb. he barely lets you go so you can go to the bathroom to change. he has the goofiest grin on his face when he sees you doing ur skincare n asks if he could do it for u. ofc u say yes bc despite the size of his hands, he is gentle and soft and tender. when he’s finished, hoon presses kiss after kiss into ur skin.

“your moisturizer doesn’t taste very good if i’m being honest, babe,” he says.

you roll ur eyes, mirroring his smile while placing a quick peck on his nose, “it’s not supposed to, you weirdo. god, how did won survive all these years trying to take care of you idiots?”

“hey—they’re idiots, but i’m yours.”

“my what?”

“your idiot,” he replies, simply. a bout of giggles are shared between the two of you, and the sounds echo off the empty bathroom walls. it’s feels like your own special place—a small piece of paradise. hoon has his head buried in the crook of your neck, and as his shoulders shake with laughter and his breath ghosts over the swell of your collarbone, you realize one, extremely important thing.

there’s really no place you would rather be.

[aliteralsemicolon]

DOMESTIC SPENCER MAKES A RETURN MY BELOVED LOML AHHHHHHH

Could you please write something sweet where R and Spencer get ready for work together. She helps him tie his tie and style his hair then kisses his forehead (cause I want to). Basically, domestic soft moments of their morning.

You write soft and sweet fics so well <3.

Thank you dear 🥹 <3

“Spence, can you please be still for a moment?”

As you both got ready for work, Spencer was having a hard time tying his new tie and you swooped in to help him. Working on the material, Spencer started to talk about the history of ties, his arms moving a bit in the process, making it difficult for you to perform your duties.

Taking Spencer’s hands into your own, you rested them on your sides as you turned your attention back to the tie, Spencer taking this opportunity to pull you a bit closer and the caress of his fingers tickling you a bit, making you squirm in his embrace.

“Stop it!”

Chuckling at your wriggling Spencer pulls you into a hug, tightly wrapping his arms around you and presses kisses on top of your head.

“You know you’re only making yourself late?”

“I know, but it’s worth it.”

“Acting like a child and fooling around with me is more important than your job?”

“You’re always the most important thing.”

Melting at his words, you reached on your tippy toes and kissed Spencer’s forehead, your hands resting on his cheeks as your thumbs glided over the stubble adorning his cheeks.

“Are you going to shave too?”

Shaking his head, Spencer rubbed at his eyes as he tried to stifle a yawn. He was clearly tired and would’ve much preferred to be still under the covers with you in his arms.

“I have no idea how I’m going to get through the day.”

“I have a thought.”

“What is it?”

Leaning up again, you pressed the lightest kiss on his lips before pulling away, leaving Spencer pout at the loss of contact.

“When you get home you’ll get the rest of it, maybe even more.”

“At least I know I’ll have something to look forward to.”

Pressing another kiss, this time to the corner of his mouth, Spencer scoffed as you smirked his way.

“With me you’ll always have something to look forward to.”

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[elliesdoll]

tonight i’m feeling abby tbh. need her to do some srs things to me im not playing. like yes i love my els sm she’s baby but when it’s ABBY… baby the urge is carnal. PRIMAL. need her to BREED ME RIGHT NEOW.

like yer fuckin with me. who was up in that naughty dog studio and why was it a horny ass lesbian…

i just know she fucks so good. guys it ain’t even funny. like her strap game is something serious… i would know.

being a bit self indulgent here but i keep imagining her just fucking the shit out of u. like strap on, she ain’t stopping for shit. like think of your most primal, nasty fucking. that’s abby.

i’m all for soft dom abs and even sub abs but WHEEEWWWW. just cocky dom abby. she don’t care how much u weigh, how tall u are, none of that. she’s gonna throw u around like a RAGDOLL 🙈🙉🙈🙉

imagining that shit eating type smirk on her face, her breathing a bit short, and somehow her hips keeping the same steady rhythm for the longest fucking time. and it’s DEEP. SHE DONT PLAY UFGHRJRRRR. and she wouldn’t even be degrading, just condescending and cocky. “feels good right? yeah… know it does.” while letting out a little chuckle when you groan particularly loud.

need to write a little blurb on cocky abby making u feel like ur ready to settle down with her and have her babies. breeding kink n all. maybe one day ☝️

[pinkaditty]

Pervert (Obey Me! Shall we Date)

summary: You are suspecting that someone is stealing your underwear. It will go missing and randomly reappear like it was never gone. You pretend not to notice, but set a little trap for the culprit… And catch them red-handed.

content warning: fem!mc (listed undergarments are stolen, but Mc could be a crossdresser idk) and nsfw is all i think but please lmk if there's anything else here that i forgot to warn abt!

a/n: this is my first everrrr OM! blurb so idk i hope it does well! silent readers won't be blocked but psa that i do appreciate likes and comments <3 however ageless/minor blogs will be blocked thx!

psst! read part 2 here!

MINORS DNI. IM SO SRS. i promise waiting a few years sounds worse than it actually is. please respect my boundary <3

You had suspected someone had been doing it for a while. Your favorite pairs of bras or panties or even your matching sets would randomly disappear from your dirty clothes hamper while waiting to be washed. When you noticed they were missing, you didn't know how to bring up the issue. It wouldn't make any sense if the laundry was switched. As it kept happening, and the clothes kept randomly reappearing and disappearing, you began to feel suspicious. Could it have been possible that someone was stealing them?

When you breached this thought, the prospect nervously excited you. There are only so many reasons for stealing someone's used undergarments, and you were certain you could narrow it down. You did admittedly find it somewhat disturbing, but at the same time, you couldn't help but laugh. Why couldn't they just come to you and ask? It's not like your suitors to be shy. 

Then again, maybe you were overthinking it. Perhaps it was simple curiosity? Maybe someone is fascinated by humans and the clothes they wear or the way they smell? You weren't one to judge, but still. It felt strange regardless of whether it was pure curiosity or unbridled pervertedness.

You continued to put up with it for a while until one fateful day, you caught them. You had purposely left your dirty clothes hamper unattended after dragging it to the laundry room, leaving to grab some scent beads to freshen the wash. As you'd been coming back, you heard someone rooting around in your hamper. You could hear clothes being pushed to the side and frustrated sighs as the hamper teetered back and forth with their frustrated movements. You bit your lip, heart pounding in your chest. You gently turned your head around the doorway arch to peer at the culprit. Steeling yourself, you turned away and straightened up before walking in with a feigned surprised gasp slipping from your lips. It was just in time to see the culprit pick up your favorite pairs of lacy underwear. The culprit, hearing your gasp, quickly turns, color draining from their face before it is quickly replaced by a crimson blush.

Whatever excuses they attempt to stammer out, you don't hear. You simply stare at them, mouth agape, before your feigned surprise melts into a twisted smile. You put your hand over your mouth to stifle a chuckle, and look at them, mirth in your eyes.

"You… You pervert!"

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Lucifer:

To say Lucifer is beyond embarrassed is quite the understatement. He's utterly and undeniably humiliated. His glasses are crooked, his face a blotchy red, and his nose slightly wet from having buried it in the spoils of his efforts; your panties. He clears his throat hurriedly and desperately scrambles for any kind of excuse, including straightening up and attempting to intimidate you. But how could you be intimidated by a man who you'd just seen bury his nose in your panties, drunken look all over his face? You simply laugh at him and hold out your hand, a smirk on your face as you motion for him to hand the panties over, one eyebrow raised. He turns away ashamedly and gently places them in your hand, his shoulders trembling just slightly out of embarrassment.

With his eyes screwed shut and his lips pursed, he stiffly strode towards the exit, as if he could simply leave after all that has transpired here. You reach behind you and grab his vest, tugging him back beside you. In no position to argue, he does not resist. Once he is beside you, you begin to trail your hands across his stomach before going in a straight line up his chest. "You know… " you start, stifling a smirk and biting your lip. You turn to him, but he remains frozen, staring at the exit, as though desperate to escape. You simply continue to trail your hand up his chest, unphased. "Next time, you can just come to me and ask." Your fingers reach his neck, and he flinches, but shows no other movement. You trail your fingers up to his chin before grabbing it and turning his head so his gaze was on you. "There is more where this came from." You hold up your panties, the ones he was just so brazenly burying himself in moments before.

His blush deepened across his face, and he pulled away from you, stiffly making his exit. You only laugh and wonder how long it will take for him to release his pride and ask you for a pair… or two. 

Mammon:

Immediately he is blabbering out a multitude of excuses, excuses, and more excuses. "It's not what ya think, MC! I was just- ah, just um- just checking for my socks!" and "I swear ya've got it all wrong!" and "I'm yer first demon anyway! I should be 'llowed to-" and "Listen, don't ya dare tell Lucifer or Levi or anyone else!!" and more and more excuses and empty threats spilled from his lips, until he finally sank to his knees and quieted, as though asking for forgiveness. All you had to do was silently stare at him, smirking, hand still covering your mouth as you watched him slowly melt and grovel. His face is a deep red and his eyes are watery, lips wet from pressing them against your essence in the panties. He still gripped them in his hands and his fingers trembled as he held them.

Smirking wider, you walk forward to him and bend your knees to face him. "Look at me." You didn't even need to command him. He looks up, eyes still watery and his lips red from him worrying them between his teeth. His face was still a deep shade of crimson, and his heavy breathing made it clear it was a struggle for him to keep eye contact. You smile and hold out your hand, motioning for him to hand over what was rightfully yours. Defeatedly, he hands it over, and clenches his fists in his lap, still trembling. You would have thought he'd have more to say, but perhaps being caught like this was simply too humiliating.

"The Great Mammon is too embarrassed for words, huh? Poor thing." You tease him just a little bit, watching him continue to tremble. For a moment he opened his mouth to retort, but one look at you and he couldn't do it. His mouth closed and he looked down ashamedly.

You laugh at his demeanor, and reach out to gently take his chin in your hand and raise it so he could face you. "Awww, don't be shy. I understand, your first human is truly irresistible." You give him a challenging look, and he gulps nervously. "However, next time, Mammon… All you have to do is ask. I'd be happy to satisfy all your burning curiosities. Besides, there's plenty more of these in that hamper." You lift up your panties with one finger, dangling it in front of his eyes. He bites his lips and his eyes widen at your gesture. He begins to lean towards them, as though attempting to get another whiff. You smile and pull them away from him, laughing at his dejected expression.

"Come on, I have to wash these for now. How about you be good and go wait in your room? Perhaps I'll bring you the ones I'm wearing now." Your enticing offer immediately stifles whatever excuse he was about to shout about the unfairness of it all. He simply nods and scurries away, eager to receive a prize for being obedient. 

Levi:

Levi shrieks like a little girl, fumbling his grip on your panties and dropping them in the heap of other discarded clothes from his prior ransacking. "I… I-I-I… U-Um… I!!!" He stammers, desperately scrambling for an excuse, a way to escape from this embarrassing predicament. He lifts his arms in front of his eyes, shielding himself from your gaze. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" He shouts, probably alerting the entire House of Lamentation. He slowly sinks into the corner of the room, curling into a ball as though you were hovering over him. His mumbled "I'm sorry"s and "I'm just a dirty otaku pervert"s are eventually lost to his hiccups and tearless sobs. Gosh, he's so dramatic. 

You just stand there, chuckling to yourself for a moment, before drawing closer, slowly taking short steps towards him. With every click of your shoes on the floor, the more he seemed to cave in on himself, even revealing his tail to curl it around him. His sobs were no longer audible, but he was still shaking, and muttering to himself about how he couldn't believe he'd let himself do that. You sank down to your knees and patted him on the back, partially soothing him and partially asking for his attention. After a few pats he looks up, the most comically distressed look on his face, and immediately hides behind his arms again to protect himself. Before you can say anything, genuine apologies spill from his lips, broken by extreme stammers. "I-I am SO sorry MC, I sh-should never have d-done that, I'll n-never look at you again-" and so on, so forth, each stammered promise more extreme than the last. 

You can only roll your eyes affectionately at his actions. You shake your head and gently tug on his arm, forcing him to peer over it at you. "Well, it's not exactly okay, but next time, please ask me." A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you say this, eager to gauge his reaction.

He blinks at you confusedly, before realization flickers across his face and a crimson blush spreads all over his features. "WH-WHA?!" He exclaims in surprise, jumping as soon as it hit him.

You simply smile and back away, picking up your discarded underwear that he held only moments ago. "Just ask. If you want some." You smirk at him, standing upright and gathering your clothes together to put them all back in the hamper. You glance back at him. "I don't have any except the ones I'm wearing now, so you'll have to wait." You smirk at him and turn away, focusing on the laundry before hearing him slither out of the room, his heavy breathing muffled. 

Satan:

Of all the brothers, to be honest, you least expected him. Even Lucifer wouldn't be much of a surprise, considering how he has no such outlet for being pent up. But Satan had books. And yet, despite all those books, some erotica and some educational, here he was, unsatisfied, seeking the real thing through going through your laundry. On second thought, maybe that was believable. 

He immediately froze, whipping himself around to face you and promptly dropping the panties on the pile of clothes in shock. He stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, before realizing he’d dropped his long-awaited bounty. He ripped his eyes away from you and set them on the panties instead, reaching down to pick them up again, and turning his face away, holding them out to you. He was flushed red, from the height of his cheekbones to the base of his neck. He probably knew that you never would have expected him, which was why being caught was so humiliating to him. You snicker into your hand, and he trembles in embarrassment at your laughter, still holding out the panties. You graciously reach forward and accept them, plucking them from the tips of his fingers. He quickly retracted his hand, still trembling and refusing to look at you.

You would have expected him to be shouting all sorts of profanities and curses alike, anything to deflect and avoid the situation at hand, because he is simply full of wrath. But he simply stood, trembling, and turned away, his eyebrows creased downwards in an unsurprisingly angered expression. Perhaps he was more angry at himself than the situation and that was why he was turned away? Regardless, you placed the underwear back in your hamper and moved to collect the rest of the clothes, and Satan wordlessly helped you, still blushing furiously and refusing to look at you. 

When the task was done and the hamper was full, he made to leave, but you commanded him to stay. Rooted to the spot and unable to move due to your pact, he stayed, but refused to turn to you. His neck was still very red. You approached him from behind and placed a hand on his back, making him jump. You simply chuckled in response and said “Please Satan, the next time those erotica books aren’t doing it for you, you just have to ask.” 

His breathing picked up and his flush grew redder and deeper. You could hear the slight wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing, as though he had something to say. You waited patiently for him to speak, but he eventually growled and stalked off, posture tight as a stitch. You knew he’d cave eventually.

Asmodeus:

Well, this guy’s shameless. The color did indeed drain from his face at first, but it was quickly replaced with a humble blush and a knowing smirk. He was still holding the panties rather close to his face. “Sorry, doll…” He drawls, gazing at you with lidded, suggestive eyes. “Couldn’t help myself.” He giggles after saying that, whisking the panties away from his face and hiding his hand behind his back. He leaned forward and put a finger to his lips, smiling devilishly. “You can keep a secret, right sweetheart? I don’t want my brothers to know about this…” He mock pouts, and you roll your eyes. You’d figured it was him because most of the ones that went missing were pink, and we all know who adores that color. 

You could also tell he knew you weren’t exactly uncomfortable with this, him stealing your intimates for his own personal desires. Of course you weren’t, he was your suitor. You sigh and shake your head. “Sure, Asmo. But, let’s be more polite and ask me next time, okay?”

He throws his head back and laughs, as though genuinely amused at your words. When he finishes laughing, he wipes a tear from his eyes and mutters “Politeness from a demon… Really…” He flips his hair over his shoulder and smiles at you. “If it is what you wish. However…” His voice turned sly and low, as he revealed his hand once again and dangled your panties from his hand. “I’ll be taking these for now, dear.”

You laugh at him, and he simply smiles wider in response. “Well, sure, but… wouldn’t you like a fresher pair?”

The words stop him in his tracks. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he realizes your offer. However, he is only shocked for mere moments before smirking again, another blush dusting his cheeks, a drunken look on his face. “Oh, dear!” He squeals, walking over to you and holding your face between his hands, bringing himself very close to you. “I would very much like a fresher pair~. You come to my room later, okay? I’ll be waiting~.” He taps your nose and begins moving away, blowing a kiss your way and winking as he drops the panties into your open palms. 

You wondered what the rest of the day would be like.

Beelzebub:

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was doing this simply out of curiosity. You'd be willing to excuse it. Poor guy, didn't know how to approach you so instead resolved to innocently nick away your clothing for innocent, curious inspections. You were prepared to forgive him after giving him a slap on the wrist. 

You are surprised, however, when he starts profusely apologizing, clutching the panties in his hand, muttering about how he just couldn’t satiate his hunger. 

His face is red and his head is bowed forward, not making eye contact with you. Suffice to say this is not what you expected. You cock your head to the side, looking at him curiously. "Beel…" And he immediately looks up obediently. You don't even have to ask. "...What kind of hunger?"

You figured you knew what he meant, but couldn't resist a little teasing. He squirms under your gaze, bowing his head down again and clenching and unclenching his hands, panties still gripped in both. He purses his lips before explaining, "I'm not sure how to explain it, MC, but when I smell you, I get hungry." He is still avoiding your gaze, but you can tell he's being sincere. "And it's not hungry for food, it's more like… a strong, lustful hunger… And I've never felt that before, so I was curious." His head is still bowed shyly, and he's raised his hand to hold out the panties. "I'm sorry, MC. I won't do it again."

You smiled genuinely at his sincerity and apology, your heart swelling just slightly. "No worries, Beel." You take the panties from him and pile them into the hamper. "Will you help me put the clothes back?"

He nods and helps you pile your clothes back into the hamper, a light blush still on his cheeks. Once you're done, you turn to him, smiling mischievously. "Beel. The next time you want a pair, please don't be afraid to ask me, okay? I'll be happy to help you."

Beel bursts into a blush wordlessly, his eyes widening at your offer. Hesitantly, he nods, clenching his eyes shut before turning on his heel and walking away, probably off to the kitchen. He's a glutton, right? He'd be back. 

Belphegor:

Of all demons, the Avatar of Sloth is tirelessly rummaging around in your laundry? Of all types? He looks at you, color still drained from his face, before tiredly huffing and looking down at the spoils of his efforts, probably contemplating if it was all worth it. He sighs and looks up at you again, too tired to be embarrassed, and hands you the panties before collapsing into the pile of your clothes he'd created from his rummaging. He turns over like he's getting ready to sleep, and mutters a quick "Sorry. G'night."

You're tempted to laugh at his actions, and you almost do, but you decide to poke him back awake. He protests a little bit, rolling over back and forth and wiggling out of your reach, before huffing and whining. "Comfy. Smells like you. Tired. G'night." You roll your eyes and decide to use your pact to your advantage.

"Belphegor. Get up."

Suddenly overcome by the power of the pact, he finds it fit to rise off of the pile, taking his sweet time. He stretches, curving his back and whipping his tail around in annoyance. "What? What now?"

"I need to wash these, Belphie. I can't stuff you into the washing machine." You chuckle lightly, moving to gather the pile and place it in the wash.

Belphegor whines in protest. "What about me? Your smell helps me sleep…" He looks away, a light blush on his cheeks.

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. "And this is why you've been stealing my intimates?" He rolls his eyes and quietly mutters something about getting off but waves away his comment before you can respond.

"Doesn't matter." He quiets down and leans against the wall, waiting for you to finish. When you turn to him questioningly, he simply raises an eyebrow. "What? I fully intend to drag you to my room to sleep with me. If I can't have your panties then I'll just have you." He turns away and blushes furiously despite his words being quite direct. You simply laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll be done soon."

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a/n: waaaaaaaaah i hope u all enjoyed! it's a little cringe yea and i apologize if anyone was slightly ooc i did my best!! i don't have a masterlist or anything yet but if u liked this please lmk! i plan on writing one for the other dateables soon!

[eideticmemory]

a blurb about voyeuristic spence or matthew ? 😏

spencer instantly comes to mind bc i can imagine him having to be thrown into voyeurism. like one night he’s working late, filing paperwork at the bureau and you stop by to visit him which goes innocently enough. you sit and have dinner with him so he doesn’t forget to eat. so sweet until you’re walking out and into the elevator and you’re like “oh, hey spence?” and he looks up and you just whip your titties out. shirt pulled alllll the way up and he is STRESSED. his eyes are popping out of his head and he’s like “y/n what- what ru doing?? stop! 😨😨” but you keep your tits out until the elevator closes and then he’s left trying to stifle a raging boner for the rest of the night.

[biting-miguel-ohara]

I’m so glad you liked it!!! 💙

I’m excited to get to your other request too! It should be out tomorrow, if all goes well!

hiiiii can I request romantic poolverine x ftm reader with the numbers 2 and 46 from your planetary thing? please and thank you!!!!

also i was thinking the readers like dysphoric or just sad but id be happy to see what you think!!!!! :P

2. "Come join me in the blanket! I'll keep you warm & safe from the thunder, babe!"

46. "Show me where it hurts so I can kiss you better."

CW: dysphoria, nightmares, mild hurt/comfort, kisses, maybe ooc Logan, ftm!Reader

You don’t mean to wake your lovers up. But Wade has always been such a light sleeper and Logan never sleeps for long once Wade is awake.

It was the storm that woke you up. But it was your dream that kept you awake. Some mashed up blur of nightmares, faded as quickly from your mind as it had come.

What wasn’t faded? The sickening feeling in your skin. The quiet choke of dysphoria. You didn’t need to remember your dream to guess what it had been about.

Wade stirs when you sit up, hugging your knees to your chest.

“Hey, babe.” His voice is scratchy with sleep. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you mumble. “Just… the storm.”

“Come here.” He beckons you closer, lifting up the edge of the blanket between him and Logan. His whisper is sleepier and more excited than normal. "Come join me in the blanket! I'll keep you warm & safe from the thunder, babe!"

You hesitate. But then Logan stirs with a soft grumble. You crawl over Wade to settle between them. Snuggling into the curve of Wade’s body.

Logan rolls over to blearily gaze at you. He’s always been able to tell when something’s wrong. It’s just a sense of his.

“What’s wrong, handsome?” He mutters, shifting to rest his forehead against yours.

You lean in the last bit and kiss him. “Nightmare. About… you know what.”

He shifts closer, Wade’s arms tightening about you. “Show me where it hurts so I can kiss you better."

You blink. It’s not a sentence you’d expected to hear, but he says it so gruffly, so directly. It feels exactly like something he’d say after just being woken up.

So you show him and he does kiss it better. It feels a little silly, but you don’t say anything about it. You appreciate all the gestures of support and love your boyfriends show you.

Especially the ones like this.

[rationaliity]

eyes don't lie — isabel larosa

' i swear friends don't get this close pull you in, exchanging souls trace my skin, losing control eyes don't lie '

sunday x fem! reader

sunday knew what you were. eternal, graceful. divine. divinity in its purest form, a gift directly from the harmony for him to ravish. he, too, once had his wings clipped, it was the natural progression of life. and for you, there would be no higher honor than sunday himself holding the scissors. of course, he would make the experience as painless as he could.

by the time you were sat in his cage, perched and pretty and in his possession, you wouldn't even realize he had clipped your wing.

he was in between your legs, his tongue working around your clit, each hand holding your thighs apart, giving him a perfect view of just how needy for him you were. your slick was soaking the bedding underneath you, but he was all too eager to lick it up before it could drip down without a second thought, your essence coating his tongue.

you were like the sweetest of honey to him, the slight acidity reminding him exactly what he was doing if he forgot or lost himself until he was too far gone. he hated to admit it, being being in between your thighs, sucking and licking at your pretty little cunt, was addicting to him. he could spend hours listening to your heavenly whimpers as he rolled his tongue over the swollen bud.

this was the most disheveled you had ever seen him. he had taken off his white coat and his gloves, and his hair was tousled and tangled, the silk strands falling every which way. sunday knew that this was unbecoming of him, that he had a duty to uphold a certain standard, but he couldn't stop himself, especially when he looked up at you and saw your eyes half closed, your moans falling from your pretty lips as your chest heaved up and down.

you looked godly like this, and he wanted to hold onto this vision of you.

" s-sunday- " you whimpered his name, catching your bottom lip in between your teeth as your hand found purchase in his hair, your legs quivering underneath his hands. " i- i'm gonna- fuck, please- " you begged, the word falling from your lips so prettily. he couldn't help but want to ruin you for any other men. you'd be his, and only his. your hips bucked up into his mouth, begging for more with your body, too. something he was definitely going to punish you for later, for being so fucking greedy.

but right now he couldn't find it in himself to deny you, one of his lips pursed around your clit, sucking at it harshly. your body tightened around his head, your hole helplessly clenching around nothing as you threw your head back, pulling on his hair, crying out his name as you came on his tongue. he continued to coax you through your orgasm, not done just yet, not until he said so, causing you to whimper out from overstimulation.

a few feathers fell onto the bed as sunday clipped your wings without you ever being aware. his dove. his forever.

[sunny44]

News here

Hey guys, I have a 10 part story for Carlos Sainz as a Summer love story.

Summary: Y/n goes to Mallorca intending to leave her life behind, at least for a while.

Then she meets a mysterious guy who makes this trip, to say the least, unforgettable.

If your interested in being at the masterlist, let me know in the comments and I’ll tag you when I’ll star posting.

And also I created a community here at tumblr and I’m not sure yet how it works but if it is what I’m thinking, I’ll be posting news about my stories and talking with you guys.

Mão if you want an invitation to participate also let me know.

Please specify in the comments about what you’re interested.

[jazeswhbhaven]

I feel like I have to make a disclaimer....

Since this recent thing I'm seeing of LaDS players getting upset with a tik toker for her Sylus slander.

Anything I say here in terms of "hate" toward MC, Levi, Asmo not showering, any of that is not to be taken seriously.

This is how I joke about these characters. I am very neutral when it comes to "hating" on 2D folks. It's face value and that's it. I reserve my emotions for real things and real ppl. You won't see me go to someone else's post and be like 'EW YOU LIKE LEVI? >:(' like...especially if they are a fan of him. That's also why I tag the MC hate posts accordingly because someone nicely asked me to so they don't see it pop up on their feed. Please, do not come over here actin' a fool over some damn pixels I'm too old for that (and so are you please be fr, I'm a REAL person) (for context there were folks being racist toward the tik toker and it's like??? ya'll foreal?)

[moneyndior]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ treat me like a fool.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH, you trace your thumb over luke’s scar while sitting on his lap.

tags/warnings: gn!reader—besides mentions of you being pretty.(anyone can be pretty, however.)you sitting on his lap?? idk… loser!luke slipping thru☺️🥰. reader’s cabin is unspecified/not mentioned, both of you being the same amount of whipped for each other. TINY ASS BLURB‼️

ೃauthor notes⁀➷: so what if i can’t stop thinking about this. i am literally just a girl who wants luke in ways that would send me to the looney bin in 1940’s. also, tumblr, pls post this i’m so srs.

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“you’re so pretty, luke.”

you mumbled, your legs on either side of him. the two of you sat in your cabin, the fact that your siblings aren’t around is a miracle. a miracle you two take advantage of.

luke looked up at you, a look of admiration written all over his face. his expression was softened, his lips slightly parted as his eyes seemed to slowly taken in every part of you like you were gonna disappear.

luke’s grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly. he hummed quietly before kissing your forehead.

luke always thought you were pretty, how you got even prettier up close is a mystery not even the gods above can figure out.

“you’re prettier than i’ll ever be.”

“yeah?”

you ask, cupping his cheek gently. you always admired his scar, a permanent medal of glory is what you thought of it as. as lightly as possible, you traced said scar with your thumb.

luke felt his face get hot and his mind go blank for a second. he watched as your eyes shifted away from his and toward your hand and his scar. as much as he wanted to do the same—luke couldn’t bring himself to not look at you.

you stared at him with the type of admiration he could only dream of, like he was the only boy in the world. luke couldn’t imagine a life where someone like you loved him the same way he loved you.

it’s mind blowing that it happened to him in this lifetime and not some other one. fate was a wonderful thing, thank the moirai for this.

luke put his hand over the one that was tracing his scar, bringing your hand down slightly. he turned his head just enough to gently kiss the palm of your hand. planting one, two, and three kisses in the same spot repeatedly.

“yeah. the prettiest.”