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i kind of am in love with her 。˚❀*·ꕤ

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VINNIE HACKER X READER
Hook up turns into real love. Part 4
Minors DNI. Unprotected sex rough sex. (Do not have sex unprotected.
You laid there staring at your phone with the screen facing downwards for a few minutes after he had gone. He’d called you naked. Well, at least he liked it when you were naked. You wondered what to wear – it was quite chilly outside and you certainly didn’t fancy dressing yourself.You ended up wearing Vinnie’s black sweatshirt, his favourite pair of blue boxers (which were tight on you and left little to the imagination), and his black socks with white fur soles.They both looked really comfortable, but they were just too big for you. They fell to just above your knees, barely covering you. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you thought about how cute Vinnie had looked yesterday, standing in his underwear and shirt.You weren’t quite sure why you felt funny thinking about that.
When Vinnie arrived later that evening, he didn’t knock first and burst straight into the room without even saying hello. As usual, you were laying on your stomach, facing the window. The room was dark; you had to turn the light on when Vinnie came in. His face lit up brightly as soon as he saw you lying there. You couldn’t tell if he was surprised or delighted by your choice of dress. “Wow~ Y/n! How sexy…” He commented as he took off his shoes and sat down next to you.You turned your head and glanced at him, blushing and smiling sheepishly. He was leaning back on his elbows, looking extremely sexy.“Where did you get those clothes?”
“Ah, well, I stole them, I guess. You know…like the stuff you borrow from me, but you leave in a hurry when you notice.” You replied. You could see a faint grin playing on his lips. He must be amused.“Are you gonna tell me what the clothes are for?” You asked, turning to look at him properly now.
Vinnie shrugged slightly. “Well,” He drawled in a teasing tone, “I was thinking about making love to you today and I just thought it might be more fun if we went out and bought clothes together.” He winked at you and giggled.You couldn’t contain the smile that spread across your face upon hearing what he said.You loved it when he teased you like that. You’d never admit it though. You loved how flustered you always got when he did things like that. It made your whole body feel hot and fuzzy inside. You were almost completely certain he knew exactly how flustered you got each time. He knew everything. He was smart and observant.You had a feeling he could read you like an open book, like you were one of those books he loved so much.“Is that alright?”
You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip.
“Good. Cause you know I don’t usually ask for permission, so you probably won’t want to say no.”He leant over and kissed you gently on the lips, then moved his hand down onto the mattress between your legs. You gasped softly and moved your hands to cover yours where he’d placed them. “I’ve always wanted to touch your beautiful curves~” You bit down harder on your lip and tried to hold back a moan as his fingers trailed up your inner thighs and began massaging your inner muscles.He smirked against your mouth. “What do you say? Wanna do this tonight?”
You nodded quickly. This time, you couldn’t hold back a moan. “Please.”
He grinned triumphantly and crawled over to the other side of your bed to sit behind you. He pulled you back against him, wrapping his arms around you. He pushed his erection against you through the fabric of his pants. “Do you like that? Does it feel good?”
You moaned again, moving your hips against him. He thrust his cock against you once again and you arched your back in response. He pressed his forehead against yours and slid his tongue into your mouth, stroking your bottom lip with his own.Your entire body seemed to vibrate with desire as his hands roamed freely all over your bare skin.You whimpered quietly and reached up a shaky hand to run it through his hair. “Oh god, Vinnie…”
His hands travelled lower, cupping your ass, pulling you forward to grind against him. You could feel him beginning to harden even further inside you and you groaned loudly, reaching around his neck to hold him closer. You needed him close and deep inside you. You wanted him so badly right now. “Fuck, Vinnie..!” You mewled in desperation as he thrust himself inside you yet again, causing your body to clench around him tightly.
He was relentless and relentless and relentless. You were close to coming apart at the seams and he was enjoying every second of it. You didn’t care who heard you moaning or crying in ecstasy. This was what you needed, this pleasure. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, gripping his shoulders, holding him tightly to you as his thrusting grew wilder and faster. You threw your head back and screamed loudly as you orgasmed hard, coming almost instantly with a sharp intake of breath. You held onto him as he continued to thrust roughly inside you.
He withdrew slowly as his orgasm subsided and you lay boneless, panting heavily as you breathed heavily through your nose. He kissed you deeply again and you sighed happily. “That was amazing,” He murmured against your lips as he rested his forehead against yours.You smiled widely and closed your eyes. “Thank you.”
You felt his lips press to your shoulder and then move down to your jaw, sucking on the soft flesh. A shiver ran through you as he sucked harshly on your neck. Your chest rose rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. It wasn’t long before you could hear his soft breathing against your neck as he started kissing your collarbone and then your neck. He nibbled on your neck tenderly, leaving small kisses along its length until finally his lips found yours again.
This time, he entered you fully with a firm push, moving his hips rhythmically against you until you finally caved in under his overwhelming strength. You moaned and clenched your fists tightly in the sheets below you as you desperately gripped Vinnie’s shirt tightly, pushing yourself up against him while he continued to thrust against you. Your heart beat fast in your chest as you both continued to make love. You didn’t understand how he managed to have such intense orgasms while he was still inside you. It seemed impossible that a man like him could produce such strong feelings within you. You had never experienced anything like it before and you could feel your body responding to every movement of his. Vinnie’s thrusting gradually quickened until you came again, shuddering violently as you cried out his name.
He followed suit shortly afterwards, coming hard inside you while continuing to thrust hard. He pulled out of you and collapsed against you, breathing heavily. His lips were pressed against your cheek as he whispered words of gratitude in your ear, telling you that he loved you. You held on to his neck tightly as you continued to try catching your breath and tried to recover from the intensity of the experience you’d just shared.
You lay there in silence for a few moments before whispering: “I love you too.”
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"someone's" got a hold of me - Mourice {frenchie} Theriault X fem!reader *SMUT*
Plot: you and Maurice have a romantic evening planned but you insist that you indulge in “desert” before the main course. 18+ smut. Word count: 1.9K
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Your shoulders relax as your last class of the day files out, the stress of the day easing out of your body. You’re mindlessly erasing the chalk board of your scribbles as you hear a throat clear, your head whips over to the doorway and you see Maurice leaning against the doorframe, his eyes cascading down your frame sensually. “Salut mon Coeur” he says, his voice smooth and utterly distracting from the mindless task at hand. Still looking over your shoulder you take note of his smirk as you reply with a simple “Salut Maurice”. You drop the erasure in your hand to free them both and wipe them smoothly down the length of your pencil skirt, slowly walking over to the tall man in the doorway.
You reach him easily; his arms naturally fall around your back so that he can drag you in to his body. You fit snuggly up against his firm chest, your hands coming up to rest on his pecks. Standing on your toes you reach up to kiss him with every intention of making it a quick peck, Maurice on the other hand has other ideas. One of his hands that are sitting heavy on your hips runs up your spine and lands on the back of your head, stopping you from pulling away too fast. Maurice deepens the kiss and manoeuvres you to be the one pressed against the door frame. You hum in approval and allow your hands to drift up to the hair at the nape of his neck, but before you could get lost in the moment fully, you hear kids giggling off in the distance. Remembering where you are you gently pull away and push him back enough to look at his face, “You’re insatiable Maurice” you say just above a whisper “Can you blame me?” he says with his lips resting just below your ear. You giggle and begrudgingly pull away from him to finish cleaning up for the day.
So I am writing a Mike Wheeler/OC story. Its a show re-write and I’m really excited for it. I also have a Finn Wolfhard/Reader story in mind as well.
In the mean-time, I’d like to work on writing both parts.
So! Send me your prompts, imagines, etc.
Mike wheeler x (f) Reader
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Finn Wolfhard x (f) Reader
Hii ! How are youuu ?
I already sent this ask to someone but I don’t remember her username :/ but could u write something about Finn Wolfhard x reader where they have a daughter around 1 years old and she don’t want to go to bed because she keep kissing her dad ( Finn ) on the cheek and she don’t want to be separated of him :)
It’s not the exact same request that I sent the person but it’s similar but she still didn’t write it so I prefer to say that I sent this to someone else already ! Im really sorry if u don’t really understand my request but English is not my first language, im bilingual but I struggle to write long sentences and explain myself sometimes.
Thank you <3
Home - Finn Wolfhard x reader
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!reader + your child (a toddler)
Warnings: just tooth rotting fluff 🎀
Love note from Nina: darling, this is the first time I have ever gotten this request - and it’s WAY too cute to pass up. I aged the child up a little bit just to fit in with my storyline, I hope you don’t mind. Thank you for requesting and here you go 🫰🏻
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Detention // Mike Wheeler
Lazy Summer Days // Mike Wheeler
Nightmares // Mike Wheeler
“I think we’re alone now” // Mike Wheeler
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Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert pt. 2
Guitar Lessons // Johnnie Guilbert Blurb
Unexpected Proposal // Tommyinnit
Luigi Mangione x Fiance!Reader
Unexpected Consequence // Sam Golbach
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Supernatural
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Teen Wolf
Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski
The Umbrella Academy
Five Hargreeves x Reader S4 Ending Rewrite
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Jake and Johnnie:
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F! Reader
I’ve lowkey been so stressed over animal crossing its been my life support atm so heheh— sorry for highkey lacking these days, I’ve been a busy bee! EKK! IM FUOKING FUMMMINGGGG!!!!!!!! I WAS TRYING TO GET IDEAS AND GHE APP JUST CLOSES ON ME AND UNSAVES MY SHIEN SERIOUSLY IM PISSED ok im also half asleep so might be bad lol
⚠️ kinda suggestive? Mention of boobs
-they’re as gentle as one can be with you. Especially in their older phases, but in early phases, they definitely sometimes can be rough sometimes.
- what else would 2d do with those huge frickin hands? Hold your boobs!! Or hands, whatever you perfer.
- WANTS you to paint their nails!! 2d usually picks the nail polish off, but since you came up with the style, and pained it on.. it made them want to do it a tiny bit less.
-you’re always their companion when watching zombies movies! No doubt about it! They always cuddle with you and gather your favorite snacks from the store just for you!!
-ever since being with you, he’s always loved you’re style and how you dress and sometimes borrows items like! hats, scarfs, random accessories. Etc!! He’s very inspired by you.
- always looking at you. When someone’s does a laughable joke and if you DO laugh they always wanna see your reaction. You being smiley = happy 2d!
- uses you’re shampoo :/
This has been in a drafts for so long amd it’s 3am so Goodnite eekkk
Drunk pt.2
Mike Wheeler x Female!Reader
warnings/tags: very slight s5 spoilers!!!, swearing, established relationship
summary: you’re still upset at mike’s previous actions so you ignore him. mike is desperate to apologize.
wc: 2315
find part one here! and my masterlist here!
hi lovlies!! here is part two to drunk! i hope everyone enjoys!
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48 hours. An entire weekend came and went.
It was radio silence from Mike. There were no phone calls for you, no check-ins on your walkie-talkie, no rocks thrown at your window in the middle of the night. Nothing.
Steve half dragged your sobbing figure home that eventful Friday night. Which is where you stayed all weekend long, stewing in your thoughts.
When you woke Saturday afternoon you found yourself very familiar with the porcelain in your bathroom and spent the majority of your day cozied up next to it. As night fell and the nausea subsided, you found yourself recalling your fight with Mike.
The memory in your mind was incoherent and choppy at best, but every word you could recall leaving Mike’s mouth made your heart ache. Tears flooded your vision as you laid curled underneath your blanket.
There was a fire in Mike’s eyes that burned with anger and frustration as he told you who and what you are. You are selfish and green with envy. You’re stubborn and when something doesn’t go your way, you run.
You cried harder.
Come Sunday morning you woke with your eyes swollen and nose stuffy, you didn’t think you could cry more even if you tried. You spent your day holed up in your room, only coming out to snag a quick breakfast and freshen up.
In attempt to distract yourself from the gnawing feeling inside your chest you turned the radio on and picked up a book.
Lying in bed you read the same page over and over and over again, the distraction turning out to be a complete failure.
A soft knock sounded at your bedroom door as your mother peaked her head in, “Honey, one of your friends is on the line,” your heart rate sightly picked up.
Reaching for the phone that sat on your bedside table you picked up the receiver and brought it to your ear, “Hello?” You hesitantly spoke into the phone.
“Hey kiddo!” Steve’s bright voice came through the phone.
“Oh, it’s you,” the disappointment could be heard in your voice.
“Geez, no need to sound so excited,” Steve forced out a chuckle. “Look kid, I know I’m probably not the person you were expecting to hear from, but I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.”
You’re disappointment quickly changed to anger. Steve Harrington of all people called to check in on you but your own boyfriend couldn’t. Mike couldn’t pick up his phone and call to tell you he fucked up and that he was sorry.
You let out an angry sigh, “You know what Steve, I really appreciate you calling. My weekend has been real shitty. First off, I was hungover and sick as shit— please remind me to never drink again. And I have been crying my eyes out all day and night over a stupid boy that can’t be bothered to do the very simple thing that you are doing right now,” you take in a deep breath after venting.
You didn’t deserve his treatment. Sure, you didn’t have powers like Eleven, you weren’t a sharp shooter like Nancy, you weren’t ridiculously smart like Dustin. But you had your assets; your ability to adapt to stressful situations is exactly why you were appointed to help devise the party’s plans, your loyalty and willingness to protect your loved ones without hesitation made everyone trust and rely on you.
Silence rang loud from the other end of the receiver, “Hello? Steve? You there?” You tentatively asked.
“Hi–yeah, I’m here,” Steve rushed his words out, “Yeah–it sucks real bad. So sorry to hear about your…crying? Listen kid, nice chat. I gotta go–,” Steve abruptly hung up the phone leaving you dumbfounded.
Back at the Squawk, Steve slammed the receiver back onto the hook and spun around to face his gaggle of teenagers, “Yeah, you’re fucked. Like royally screwed. She’s no longer in the sad stage and has officially entered pissed territory…Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.” Steve placed his hands on his hips.
Mike paced back and forth, biting his thumb nail, “Shit,” he whispered underneath his breath, “Shit,” he yelled.
“She’s never going to want to talk to me again. She hates my guts now. What do I do?” If Mike wasn’t stressed about the situation before, he definitely was now, “What do I do!?” Mike repeated, looking at his friends, praying that someone could come up with a solution.
“You could buy her roses?” Will suggested. “Or make her a mixtape of ‘I’m sorry’ songs?” Lucas added while Will nodded his head in agreement.
Steve groaned at the group of boys, “This is exactly why you dipsticks don’t have deep, long-lasting relationships,” Lucas and Dustin looked at each other, furrowing their eyebrows, “She wants an apology– you know? Like a real genuine one with heart. She wants you to get on your knees and beg her for forgiveness and she wants you to know why you’re apologizing.”
Mike raised his eyebrows, “That’s it?” Mike questioned, “It’s that simple? I can do an apology!” Mike laughed in relief. Mike was going to give you the best apology ever.
That is if you ever acknowledged him again.
At school on Monday, you had managed to evade Mike, not that it was very hard. Once you spotted him towering over everyone in the hallways, you would immediately turn around and find an alternative route.
You purposefully waited until the last second to find a seat in class, ensuring that you wouldn’t have to sit next to him. You did everything to put distance between you two.
By Tuesday, Mike figured out that you were avoiding him. He tried, and failed, multiple times to intercept you. Whether it was because you ran away, or you were whisked away by Max, who he was sure was helping you plot against him, or you just straight up ignored him.
He still wasn’t able to talk to you
When Wednesday rolled around Mike was ready to pull his hair out. Your science teacher paired the two of you up for a project, having always worked together in the past, and you requested to switch. Now Mike was stuck doing a project with some random mouth-breather when he should be working with you, his girlfriend.
That evening, Mike sat with his family at the dinner table pushing his food around his plate, “Is something wrong with the food Michael? You’ve barely touched it,” Karen asked with concern.
“Yeah Mike, something the matter? Perhaps trouble in paradise?” Nancy chimed in, her voice taunting. Mike narrowed his eyes at his sister. How would she know about his relationship problems?
Mike’s eyes widened in realization, “You’ve been talking to her!” He accused.
Nancy pursed her lips, “And so what if I have?” Mike was gobsmacked, you weren’t even talking to him but you were talking to his sister?
“What’d she say? What’d you guys talk about? Tell me,” Mike demanded. “No,” Nancy stated firmly, glaring at Mike.
“No? What do you mean ‘no’? That’s my girlfriend you’re talking to,” Mike’s cheeks flushed, upset that Nancy had the upper hand. Karen and Holly silently watched the ordeal go down at the table.
“I mean no. You were being a dick,” Nancy snapped back. Looking up from his newspaper, Ted’s monotonously called out, “Language.”
Mike stood up and slammed his hands down on the table causing the tableware to shake, “You are such an asshole,” Karen quickly covered Holly’s ears at Mike’s explicit language as he stomped away to his bedroom.
“Mike you better apologize to her! I am not losing my future sister-in-law because of you!” Nancy yelled after the retreating boy, before also storming off to her room.
Slamming his door shut, Mike threw himself onto his bed thrashing his body. How pathetic was he? He made the love of his life feel like shit and he wasn’t even man enough to admit his faults to her. He could apologize all he wants, but did he even deserve to be forgiven?
Thursday morning you stood at your locker, placing your belongings inside when Dustin approached you, his pearly whites on display, “Hey–so I know you’re not really talking to Mike right now but there’s another crawl happening later tonight, “ Dustin paused, waiting for a reaction that you didn’t give.
Chuckling awkwardly, he continued, “Yeah, anyways, meet me in the clubroom at lunch and I can go over the plans with you,” Dustin open-mouth smiled as he finished.
You rolled your eyes at the curly-haired boy, “Why do I need to be kept in the loop? It’s not like I’ll be doing anything of importance. Remember– Mike going behind my back and taking my position away,” you drone on, “Ring any bells?” You slam your locker shut, turning away from Dustin.
Panicked, he grabs ahold of your arm, halting you from leaving, “Wait–c’mon. Just hear the plan out,” he practically begged.
You could hardly focus during the classes leading up to lunchtime. The dilemma was overwhelming; you were still upset at the whole situation, but if something went wrong with the crawl and you weren’t there, even on the sidelines, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself.
The bell rang, signalling lunch time and you headed in the opposite direction of the lunchroom. You knocked on the clubroom’s door to which you heard Dustin’s voice call for you to come in.
“Glad you could make it,” Dustin smiled genuinely, “Let me get the map from my backpack and we can get started,” Dustin rustled through his backpack for a few moments before letting out a forced chuckle.
“Silly me– left the map in my locker. You stay here and I’ll be right back. Two seconds I swear,” Dustin hurried his way to the door and left before you could say anything.
As the door slammed shut you heard the familiar click of the lock, “What the hell,” you muttered out, shaking the doorknob, only to find out that it was really locked. You pounded on the door repeatedly calling out Dustin’s name, to no avail.
Mke stood hidden in the shadows as he watched Dustin exit the clubroom. He stepped out as you banged on the door. With his hands shoved in his pockets, he cleared his throat.
A scream escaped your lips as you took in the sight of the boy in front of you; dark bags lived underneath his eyes, hair disheleved and curls sticking up at odd angles, and his already hollowed cheekbones were even more so as he chewed nervously at the inside of his mouth.
“That son of a bitch,” you muttered to yourself as realization kicked in. Immediately you went back to banging on the door yelling out expletives directed towards Dustin.
Mike didn’t know what to do, he was in front of you and you still were ignoring him. He called out your name in attempt to get you to stop.
“What Mike? What could you possibly want from me?” You angrily asked, turning around to face him.
Mike winced at your anger, “I just want to talk,” he said softly.
“Well, as it ever occurred to you, that maybe– I don’t want to talk to you. I mean could I have been more obvious?” You replied with annoyance in your voice.
“Please just hear me out,” he begged, “Please, just give me five minutes,” you tapped your foot expectantly, “Well you better get on with it, you’re now at four minutes, fifty-three seconds,” you say while looking at the clock on the wall.
Mike begins to jumble his words together as you start his countdown, “Okay well– you see–,” Mike inhales and takes a pause before staring again, “I’m sorry– I’m sorry for being a dick to you and saying all those hurtful things to you.”
He continued, “They should have never left my mouth and I regret everything that I said. The last thing that I want to see is you hurt, which is exactly why I gave your position to El,” Mike rambled, “The more crawls we do the more danger we’re all in and I can’t stand the thought of you hurt..” he trailed off, “But I hurt you. I did and I am so fucking sorry.”
“I can take care of myself Mike,” you state the anger had gone from your voice.
Mike nodded his head and gingerly approached you, “I know you can. It’s me. I– I just get so scared that I’m going to lose you out there. But I fucked up and almost lost you right here.”
“I’m not making excuses for my behavior. What I did was fucked up and if I were you I wouldn’t forgive me either. But I don’t think, no, I know that I can’t live without you. So I am begging you to forgive me,” Mike looked into your eyes desperately.
“Times up Mike,” you say softly, panic flashes across Mike’s face.
You reach your hands to Mike’s cheeks, immediately he leans into your touch, “Don’t look at me with those eyes,” you say.
Mike gently captures your lips putting all his emotions into the kiss. He pulls away and leans his forehead against yours, “I love you.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Mike says calling out to Dustin to unlock the door. As the door opens and Dustin, Lucas, and Will were waiting with a bouquet of roses and a cassette tape. Mike rushes to block the boys from your view and whisper-yells to them, “Plan A worked you guys, put that shit away.”
You laugh at your friends and walk out hand in hand with Mike. You glance back at the three boys trailing after you and glare at Dustin, dragging your finger across your neck.
Dustin’s eyes widen glancing at Will and Lucas and swallows hard.
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FINN WOLFHARD WORKS
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The Dance He Said He’d Never Do
Look Who's Inside Again pt 1.
Jenna Ortega x fem!reader
"Well, well. Look who's inside again."
"Went out to look for a reason to hide again."
Summary: This is your first time playing a major role in a movie and it's intimidating. Jenna comforts you after you hide away in your trailer.
a/n: y/f/m means your favorite media. movie, book, anime, video game, whatever.
Part 1. Part 2.
₊˚⊹ ❤︎ THE LAND OF THE LOTUS EATERS
Luke is one of those heroes from legend, one of those boys that sits at the center of every myth. Just like Odysseus with all the women he charmed on his journey, you know immediately when Luke arrives with his crew.
The only problem is, he won’t eat the flowers. Not any of them. No matter how you coax him or purr at him or chirp at him, he won’t. He doesn’t eat the flowers or drink the pina coladas or suck the juice from the fruits that litter the beach. Luke isn’t like the rest of his crew—greedy and naive and eager. He’s measured and careful and… nice.
In your quest to get him all lazy and placid like the others, you keep trying. It’s your job, to get them to eat no matter what. It’s just never been this hard before.
It’s too blurry for you to put your finger on quite where the knife’s edge flipped from you convincing him, to him convincing you. It all sounds horrible, what Luke says. What his father does to him, what all the gods do. When his words start to scare you, he soothes you easily, eyes that you sink into until you’re suffocating, unable to hear or see anything but him. Luke tells you not to be scared. He’s gonna fix it, he’s gonna tear it all down and rebuild it to be perfect. You’re so grateful for him, for heroes like him.
You let him explore your body. As much as he wants, which is a lot. You’re only used to being around sailors that are droopy and sleepy and sprawled out all over the beach, but Luke’s not like that. He’s still sharp. He’s deft, and smooth, and good at what he does. Not one lotus flower passed his lips, so his appetite stuns you, how he manages to devour the way he does. Luke draws things out of you that you didn’t know you had, coaxing mewls and cries out of you with satisfaction, a drive that borders on mean.
You can’t imagine the trouble you’d get in if anyone found out what you were letting him do to you—how you were spread out on the beach, arched back for him in the shade, hidden by the wide leaves. The sound must carry, anyway, yours and his. Your shocked, breathless moans and pleads that Luke indulges in all of, mixing with his deep, slow groans. He obliges every “harder” “right there” “please, please don’t stop” that falls from your lips, giving it all to you like a spoiled brat that doesn’t know anything besides getting their way.
You feel guilty for just taking, and taking, and taking. That’s why no one ever leaves—they’re lazy, and they take. You don’t want to be one of them. Luke is kind, so he helps you. Luke shows you how to give back, how to return the favor. He feeds you his cock inch by inch, gently, and the sounds that fall from his lips as he passes yours make you dizzy. Suddenly, you feel like the greedy one all over again, especially when he lets out that breathy laugh and pulls you off of him, insisting that you need a break—your pretty mouth will get tired, just lay back and take a break, let Luke give you a break.
He’s a god himself. You’re sure of it. The way the sun glints off his skin, the tautness of his back, his arms, every muscle and curve and dip perfectly sculpted. Down to the scar across his cheek, the one you brush reverent fingers across when he sleeps. He doesn’t waver. He never seems unsure. Sometimes you see something glint in his eyes… something so deep and sorrowful you don’t think a mortal could ever shoulder it the way he does. And he’s still never tired. Never done with you, somehow, and you’re never done with him.
You sob like a child, face smushed into your cupped hands every time you think about him leaving. Because he has to. You can’t keep him there, he has to save the world. It would be selfish and childish of you to ask him.
Luke’s hands stroke your hair, your face, swiping your tears away with his fingertips and tasting them with a groan that comes from somewhere deep in his chest, in a way you haven’t heard except from when he’s inside you at the very end. He holds onto your waist and your thighs with soothing hands as he murmurs into the shell of your ear, telling you that he’ll come back… he’ll see you again… everything will be better… everything will be perfect. You can be together forever. All you have to do is tell him how to get off the island.
So you do. For him, and your future, and for the world. You can have Luke, have him completely, if he can just finish his quest. That’s the thing with heroes, right? Everyone knows that.
You tell Luke how to get his crew to stop indulging in the island’s food, and where his ship is, and he’s grateful. So grateful. He shows you how grateful he is for hours, painstakingly slowly and hungrily, and it can’t fully occur to you in your blissed out state that it almost seems final. Like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you, inside and out, with every inch of him, so he doesn’t forget.
You can feel the burning where his hands were. Everywhere, all over you, as you watch him sail away and disappear into the crashing blue. You would be punished for helping him escape. It would be worth it, for him. And when Luke came back, he’d make it all better. He’d make everything right again. Just like he said he would. Just like he promised.

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i rlly wish we could all have our titties out whenever
you and Luke spar a lot and he’ll humor you for a while for practice until he finally gets tired and knocks you down. he picks you back up cause he’s nice like that but the next day when the bruises start blooming purple and greenish he presses on them and gets a little hard when you whine in pain