all the tender feels!


My name is Gabriel. I shall always remember what my mother told me before she died: “The man who beats up a child or a woman is damned. Damned forever.”

I’m too sentimental. I can’t think back on a memory without feeling like it’s bleeding out of me. All the tender memories drain from me and take my color at night, only for sleep to bring a transfusion. The small things shouldn’t matter so damn much.
BTS: Sexy Zodiac Time 🌝

So I’m super into astrology, and I like to incorporate it into my characters when I write. I was doing some research for some smut and I got this bright idea to share what I think the Bangtan Boiz™️ would be like during sex based on their personalities and 🔮zodiac signs🔮

*This is all based on my intuition/imagination and should be taken light-heartedly


GOT7 version 🌚

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#Helsinkihandhold <3

Keith and Shiro Discover the Secrets of the Universe

(alternatively, how sheith could happen, especially despite the ‘brother’ line)

so after finishing aristotle & dante discover the secrets of the universe, i found myself thinking hardcore about sheith (of course) and basically, i feel like the way ari processes his feelings throughout the book is a feasible way keith might fall in love with shiro. and thus, i decided to make a little post about all the soft and tender feelings of how i could see sheith falling in love. ❤️

(very very minor spoilers of a&ddtsotu ahead. mostly just a mention / the vibes from the book are sprinkled throughout)

imagine this:

  • keith does see shiro as a brother for most of the time he’s known him because shiro’s the closest thing to a family he’s ever known. so from the beginning, when they get closer, keith’s just like “perhaps this is what family feels like :)” – at first.
  • because keith has his family background mystery hanging over him and possible abandonment from his father (kind of like ari’s brother situation from the book), those things occupy a lot of space in his life and take precedence, and since they’ve occupied that space for so long, he doesn’t intentionally make a lot of room for processing other big things/feelings. wondering about his family is a cloud that’s constantly over him.
  • at some point he meets shiro, and of course, as they build trust/closeness, he’s attached to him. they’re attached to each other.
  • meanwhile, shiro starts falling for him, especially because he admires so much in keith.
  • i can just imagine shiro telling keith a similar line from the book “you’re not afraid of anything” and that being one of the reasons he likes this boy so much
  • but he doesn’t tell keith how he really feels at all because he knows that (1) keith is way more preoccupied with his family origins, so he doesn’t want to put that burden on him, and (2) keith sees shiro as the only family he knows, and he wouldn’t want to ruin that for keith or make it weird because he would have no one else to fall back on. he’d rather just be a supportive friend first and foremost.
  • so he falls for keith quietly and sweeps it under the rug like he always does with any emotions that may be harmful to someone else
  • even before he leaves for kerberos, he wants to tell him so badly, but just doesn’t. they hug instead and he hopes to see him soon.
  • then, when he’s back from kerberos, a little later than planned and a little worse for wear, shiro has seen SHIT™. so now shiro also has way too much on his plate that needs to take precedence over any personal feelings/desires.
  • they go through the rest of s1 and beginning of s2 this way.
  • then comes that moment when keith says “you’re like a brother to me.” it makes sense, it’s not even new. shiro is pained but he understands. he’s known this forever now. he gets the BOM off his back and runs to him anyways when red starts attacking.
  • but, now that keith has shed some light on his family history, there’s less stuff in the way of his feelings, except maybe his own uncertainty / possible denial
  • so when shiro disappears this time, he has a bit more space in his heart to give these uncertain feelings the proper thought and examination
  • also, maybe he even has a convo with hunk, who’s just like “dude. have you seen the way you look at him? i’m surprised you didn’t know? i thought it was obvious” or something
  • in shiro’s absence, keith figures it out. he’s got the basics of his family history out of the way, he’s made some friends other than shiro who have become family to him, the definition of family has already changed and is continuing to change for him
  • with all this reexamination, it makes sense now. he’s loved shiro this whole time but because of a mix of not understanding it fully and being afraid of the idea of ACTUALLY being in love with shiro, hadn’t come to fully accept it until now.
  • THEN, when they reunite, he finally tells shiro, “you used to say i’m not afraid of anything. but i am afraid of something. you.” because he had no idea how to handle the idea that he might’ve been in love with shiro this entire time
  • shiro just chuckles and says, “about time,” and cupping his hand around the back of keith’s head, pulls him in for a kiss

also i’m going to fic this if it’s the last thing i do

anonymous asked:

a concept: Alec finding out how much he really loves leaving little kisses along Magnus's neck and shoulders and chest, everywhere really, just soft damp kisses over and over again that can either lead to more than that, his mouth trailing down over Magnus's abs to his navel and lower. But kisses that can also be fast sweet pecks over his neck that make Magnus giggle and ruffle his hair but still tilt his head so Alec can keep kissing him while smiling, like there's nothing he'd rather do. -K.

with all of the lamps off and the room filled with flickering candle light, mingling with moonlight from the window, they were sitting there in bed and it was all he could think about. it was all he could even consider when magnus is looking at him like that, those brown eyes so molten, catching flickering light.

with their shirts off and their hands wandering, alec started at his jaw, warm breath catching on his skin before he parted his lips against that sharpness. but he didn’t stop there, trailing dampness down the column of his neck, feeling the thud of his heart underneath his lips. as he got lower magnus made a low noise in his chest, as pursed lips gave way to teeth.

before long magnus was leaning back against the pillows, pulling alec on top of him and alec settled into it easily, straddling him and watching the way his skin caught all that warm light in the dips and curves of his muscles. it left alec breathless, but what got him worse was magnus’s hands pressing into his hips, strong fingers sinking into his ass, thumbs pressed against his hip bones. that touch gave way to what he really wanted, which was pressing those kisses everywhere he could get them.

he kissed across his pecs, and then down, spilling over his sternum, soft damp warmth parted and dragging over all of magnus’s warm skin. and with every kiss alec could feel him, feel his fingers tense, hear all of the breathy noises he was making. when alec’s teeth or his tongue got involved it would heady hums of approval or quiet huffed laughter. but when it was just his lips, soft and barely parted, magnus breathed out soft sighs, his muscles going tight and relaxing under the press of his mouth.

there was nothing quite like having all of the power of magnus’s body underneath him. it was the softest and most tender thing to press his mouth all over magnus’s skin and feel his fingertips sparking, watch him unfold and start to melt. after he’d kissed every inch of magnus’s torso, he moved back up to cup his face, dragging a thumb under his chin, through his goatee. he stared at magnus, soaking up that look in his eyes that was even more volcanic.

then alec kissed him on the mouth, and swallowed all of his hungry energy.

Don’t You Know How To Knock? [Pt. 8/END]

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

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“Tell me why you’re scared of me, beautiful,” he whispered against your lips. “Tell me so I can do whatever I can to put those fears to rest”.

You swallowed. He had all the answers. He knew all the right things to say. He was everything you wanted, right in front of you, close enough to take.

“Because I love you. I have for a long time”.

Barely able to fight the smile that tugged the corners of his lips up, he wasted no time in releasing your waist to cup your face.

His lips were soft as they pressed gently against yours, taking your words and showing you the sentiment was mutual.

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Imagine the morning after Alec and Magnus had their first date. Alec stayed the night, even though he believed that it might be a bad idea. It is too early after all to stay a whole night at Magnus’. It all goes too fast. But he can’t help himself.

So they are lying in bed. Magnus is still sleeping peacefully. He is lying on his stomach, half of his head buried in a pile of pillows, face towards Alec. Alec is wide awake. His head resting on his hand while he simply stares dreamily at Magnus. Magnus doesn’t wear any make-up and he is snoring a little. Alec smiles. A tiny smile at first. But it gets broader, he just can’t stop it. He can’t believe that he is in Magnus’ loft, lying next to Magnus, the most beautiful man he ever layed eyes on. Alec knows that he must look like a fool but he doesn’t care at all. He lifts his right hand and brushes through Magnus’ thick black hair. He is surprised how soft it is when it is not spiked up. Alec’s fingertips are wandering carefully along Magnus’ jawline, he doesn’t want to wake Magnus up. His thumb brushes over Magnus’ cheek. Magnus still doesn’t wake up under Alec’s gentle touches.

And Alec? He is just smiling while the sun comes up and the first ray of light lightens up the bedroom. He closes his eyes for a second, his hand lingering over Magnus’ cheek. When he opens his eyes again, he notices that Magnus is awake. He looks bleary and it is so adorable that Alec has a lump in his throat. But the thing that shocks him the most are Magnus’ eyes. His cat eyes are showing and they are so beautiful that they instantly take Alec’s breath away.

He swallows.

It takes Magnus a bit to understand what is happening. He wants to turn away from Alec, ashamed. He needs to glamour his eyes again since it looks like they shocked Alec so much. He just hopes he is not that much disgusted by them. Or him.

Alec grabs Magnus’ shoulder, silenty shaking his head. Magnus furrows his brows. Until Alec leans towards him, cupping Magnus’ face with both hands. Magnus closes his eyes, he can’t look at Alec any longer. It’s too much. He silently curses himself that he forgot about his warlock mark.

But Alec just doesn’t care at all. He presses a featherlight kiss on Magnus’ left eyelid. He hears how Magnus inhales sharply. Then he kisses the right eyelid. It’s so soft and tender, Magnus feels like crying. It takes all of him to fight against the tears building behind his lids. When Alec presses another soft kiss against his forehead, Magnus opens his eyes.

“Don’t hide your true self from me, Magnus. Ever. You’re beautiful. All of you.”

And that is the moment when Magnus Bane falls even more in love with Alexander Gideon Lightwood. Not that Magnus will tell him about his feelings yet. It’s too early. Magnus knows that.

But one day soon…

Dandelion in Darkness

by titaniasfics

Banner by the amazing @akai-echo

Summary:  Katniss is the Queen of the Underworld. Equal in power to the Goddesses of Lightning and the Sea, she chooses a life of solitude in her dark kingdom. That is, until she meets Peeta, son of Demetros, the Earth God. She cannot help but love the young god and would possess him at all costs. But what consequences will her choice have on the world?

Retelling of the Persephone/Hades myth. Hades!Katniss and Persephone!Peeta.

A story in three acts.

Personae Dramatis:

Katniss Everdeen - Hades/Pluto/Queen of the Dead

Gale - Thanatos

Madge - Hermes

Prim - Apollo

Mags - Seer

Mr. Mellark - Demetros

Peeta Mellark - Persephone/Proserpina

Haymitch - Aphrodite

Effie - Cupid

Johanna - Ares

Wiress - Hephaestus

Paylor - Zeus

Annie - Poseidon

Finnick - Amphitrite

Thresh - Artemis

Rue - Gaia

Beetee - Cyclops (Forged Katniss’s Helmet)

Brutus -Charon

Chaff -Herdsman of Asphodel Fields, Keeper of  Katniss’s horses

Plutarch, Caesar and Crane - Moirai/Fates

Ennobaria, Glimmer and Cashmere -Furies

Buttercup - Cerberus


It began with the wind.

Icy and bitter, it swept across Panem in furious gales. Trees bent before it and man-made objects struggled to remain rooted to the ground. People who ventured beyond their homes saw their skin redden and crack as they leaned against it. They had never experienced a cold so cruel and scrambled to find warmth and shelter.  In a land where the weather expressed itself in the mildest way, the sudden harshness of this new season was met with horror and confusion.

After the wind came the snow. Though beautiful to the eyes of the citizens of Panem, it brought its own complications - frozen rivers and streams, slippery streets, dead crops and animals. When the land of Panem was covered in ice, the hunger followed soon after, and the lamentations could be heard atop the Capitol itself. People suffered as the earth grew colder and harder. Around them, life receded, overwhelmed by the power of death. They began to tell stories of a world that would end in ice.

The people clamored to the gods for relief. Why were they being punished?  Why were the gods angry?  Oracles and seers were consulted all over Panem, now desperate at the prospect of their own demise.

Every person touched by the gods in the land of Panem returned with the same response. Demetros’s son had vanished and now he wandered the world, searching for him. As he hunted for the daemon who had robbed him of his youngest, he withheld the life force that would nourish the earth and the people of Panem languished in consequence. He had vowed that until his son had been returned to him, winter would reign eternal in the land of the living.

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anonymous asked:

Omg please continue that first kiss headcanon!! Like maybe the morning after they confront each other when the tiredness has faded, and they both sort of think maybe they dreamt it

continuation of this
  • the first thing nico and will felt when they woke up was definitely a sense of complete denial that the moment a few hours ago had actually happened
  • either way, they both wake up smiling like the idiots they are and they can’t control the happy butterflies their getting in their stomachs 
  • after the rush, however, their feelings about the moment differ from each other completely, especially when the tiredness has faded and they’ve been hit with reality (or the blaring sun)
  • will is pretty confident for the most part of the whole situation and is eager to meet nico again
  • nico, on the other hand, has this sense of dread or discomfort that lays like a pit inside him—not because he regrets it, but because he doesn’t know what it means exactly, or what will thinks.
  • he wonders if he dreamed the whole thing, and for a second, he feels relief at the idea that perhaps the entire thing could’ve been a dream?
  • but that’s just ridiculous because he remembered the flush of will’s cheeks far too clearly and the feeling of his lips against nico’s is carved in his memories 
  • so, because he’s nico, he avoids will like the plague and walks around his room all day despite something inside of him urging him to go and talk to will or confront him or do something. 
  • will knew this was going to happen, so he lets nico go over his thoughts for a couple hours before knocking at the door of the hades cabin—once, twice, three times and then simply calling nico’s name when he gets no answer. 
  • will hears a groan come from inside and he’s greeted to a very red-faced nico di angelo who has swung the door open and is now standing in front of him and his grumpy glory.
  • will only smiles and lets himself in casually, his eyes wandering across the cabin as he judges the decor silently and to himself while nico cannot believe that this boy is just completely ignoring what happened that morning
  • “did you change something in here–” “will” “something seems really different—” “will” 
  • will looks at him serenely then, and smiles in a way that has nico’s heart beating faster. he walks over quietly, smirking silently to himself at the way nico’s cheeks redden with every step he takes
  • will tilts his head slightly, his eyes crinkling more and more with the wider his smile gets and nico’s expression eases at that as he studies the flickers of deep blue in will’s eyes.
  • will reaches out and gently brushes nico’s brown bangs out of the way that look lighter with the rays of sunlight blaring into the room. nico closes his eyes at the peacefulness of the gesture before sighing.
  • “what is this supposed to be?” is all he whispers. 
  • will grins and touches his forehead with nico’s and they stay like that for a while before he grabs nico’s hands and tangles their fingers together.
  • “whatever you want it to be” will replies before opening his eyes to find nico gazing back at him, his eyes full of hesitance and yet, at the same time, determination. 
  • “what do you want it to be?” nico asks, his voice quavers only a bit. 
  • he isn’t able to register the way his heart races at will’s kind smile when the latter swiftly swoops in and captures nico’s lips in his own, his hands trailing to nico’s cheeks and cradling his face gently.
  • at that moment, nico can only sigh contently and rest his hands on will’s waist, feeling warmth and comfort all at once at the tender way that will’s lips move against his own.
  • he realizes that this is exactly what he wants
These Dark Passages

No one sees the tears or lips that tremble
late at night when you’re there all alone
ever desiring to feel again a tender touch
or to hear any voice other than your own 

Your thoughts racing down the corridors
of these dark passages in which we dwell
has fear unfairly made a prisoner of you
you’re an angel and yet you reside in hell 

Somehow this life has blinded your eyes
to the beauty all others in you clearly see  
I can hold you and tell you these are lies
and I will, but only you can set you free 

When I can use an Evak gif for every reaction in my relationship, you know that the acting for Even and Isak is fucking incredible and authentic. The emotion that shows on their faces never ceases to amaze me.

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dude anon here- thank u for the positive message. i've been disassociating a lot recently bc i'm in a bit of a spot of temp depression and anxiety. i'm stressed about school, i'm getting a job soon, going to volunteer to help get hired and stuff, i just started driving, and i have health issues so my body isnt at its best. i'm in the low and have 0 energy. physically, mentally, and emotionally. i feel like my life is flashing by and i just want it to slow down. how do u cope with this stuff?

aww :( that fricken sucks. i’m definitely not qualified or anything to give you good advice because i find myself in the same spot as you sometimes. i think the most important thing is to go at your own pace and don’t feel pressured to “get it together” any time soon. take as long as you need in the darkness, but recognize that you’ll pick things up at one point. just not now. you don’t have to manhandle yourself and put in effort you don’t want to be putting right now. and that’s okay.

when i think i’m ready to do so, i like to do a lil something called: faking it til ya make it. that ol’ adage—it works. it is Good. sometimes you just have to go through the motions of get up, wash your face, take a shower, dress in Nice Clothes, eat a meal. and like, actually eat a meal. actually shower. i know how hard it is to do those things when you don’t feel up to it but that’s where the fakin’ it comes in. you just gotta blank your mind of all thoughts and repeat to yourself like a mantra, “i am hungry. i will eat. i will eat, i will eat, i will eat.” and eat good food, too. junk food really does mess up your energy levels; if you put shit in your body then you’ll feel like shit. also? cold showers are the best. i love cold showers. they just clear my mind, and the way my body gets chilled afterwards makes me feel really clean, idk. clean body, clean slate. 

it’s good to have a support system of people who will tell you they love you. seriously, the other day i wasn’t feeling too great so i just straight-up texted my friend, “what do you love about me?” the response was amazing. i urge you to do that right now, actually. pull up your Best Pal. pull up the person who will enthusiastically tell you all the things they love about you no questions asked. and returning the favor is equally awesome, because breaking news, giving love feels a whole lot better than receiving it most of the time. 

this is turning into a Wall so here are the wellness and motivation tags from my studyblr. i’m sorry you’re in this rough spot rn bro and i wish you all the best in your school, job, and most importantly—your health! take care of yourself i’m rooting for you so hard. <3

In which Victor coaches Yuuri on and off the ice. (Teen, 4.1k)

Yuuri’s palms rested flat just below Victor’s shoulders, able to feel the ridges of the Russian’s collarbone against them. His fingers barely curled into the cotton fabric of Victor’s t-shirt, which separated him from touching skin, but Yuuri did not shift them as Victor’s lips moved against his own.

Yuuri liked how Victor kissed. From the quick sweeps of his plush lips that had grown almost too frequent recently, to the deeper, breath-stealing ones that Yuuri allowed Victor to catch him in once they were far away from any cameras. It did not matter if it was a brief brush to his cheek before they made their way out of the locker rooms, or ones like this, with Victor’s arms wrapped low on Yuuri’s waist, holding him close and warm and happy, teeth tugging ever so gently on Yuuri’s lower lip. Victor’s kisses were ones that could only come from a natural.

Yuuri’s fingers gripped tighter at Victor’s shirt and he tried to press further into the kiss, hesitantly parting his lips so that he could trace at Victor’s full ones with his tongue just in the same way that he liked to receive from the other. Yuuri had progressed halfway along them when Victor leaned back, breaking away, and Yuuri could have whined in protest. He was tired from that day’s practice, the long hours they had spent in both the morning and late afternoon on the ice. He was tired from having his head filled with a foreign language whenever they stepped outside. He was tired from the jetlag that always accompanied him with international trips. He was tired and all he wanted to do was relax into Victor’s perfect mouth, which was now further away from him than he wanted it to be.

Victor reached up and cupped one of Yuuri’s cheeks in his hand. His thumb traced over the younger skater’s saliva-slicked pout, and Yuuri instantly forgave him for breaking the kiss, melting into the touch instead.

“Yuuri… you didn’t have a lot of kisses before me, did you?”


Before Victor, the number of kisses that Yuuri had been on the receiving or giving end of wouldn’t have used up all of the fingers on one hand. Now, Yuuri couldn’t calculate how many hands he would need to count them all up. Victor usually got in at least two before breakfast.

At first, Yuuri was embarrassed by it, but now he stopped Victor if the man tried to walk out of the bedroom in the morning without giving him that first one. Victor had started to teasingly dub it their ohayou no chu. Yuuri would roll his eyes and tell Victor to study some practical Japanese.

“Hmmm… I can tell.”

The words sunk in and then smashed through all those feelings of tenderness that Yuuri had settled into. “Wha—… are you… are you saying you don’t like my kisses?!” The faint blush that had dusted Yuuri’s cheeks deepened, changing from one caused by affection to one of embarrassment.

“No! No, Yuuri, I love your kisses!” Victor hastened to reassure him, threading his fingers through Yuuri’s dark hair, holding the younger man’s face steady and not letting Yuuri look away. “It’s, just, that… ummm…”

“They’re bad?” Yuuri prompted and Victor laughed.

“They’re not bad.”

“But they’re not good?” Yuuri pressed.

“They could be better— oh, don’t pout like that!”

Yuuri really hated how Victor’s smile still seemed reassuring even when the man was telling him that his kisses apparently were not up to Nikiforov standards. Seeing Yuuri’s downturned eyes, Victor leaned forward, but Yuuri turned his face away before Victor’s lips could make contact with his. “Oh, come on, Yuuri, don’t be like that. You didn’t start off being able to do axels right off the bat, it took practice. We just need to practice!” Victor’s tone was gratingly cheerful.

“What have we been doing these past few weeks if not practicing?! I didn’t realize that I was falling on my face every time I kissed you!” Yuuri protested.

“Ah, yes, but I haven’t been coaching you, have I?”

Yuuri blinked at him. “You want to coach my kisses?”

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all this muscle could never lift a thing without you (malec)

Magnus has a bad depression day and Alec helps. (This post does contain a read more, fyi for those of you on mobile, in case it isn’t showing up.)

This is set in the speak your bleeding heart ‘verse. Although reading that piece isn’t required for your understanding of this one, I would definitely recommend it. It’s all about Alec and Magnus being really handsy and good at talking, too, so if this interests you, it’s safe to say that will as well. read on ao3 | my other malec fics

“Hey, Magnus.” Alec pushes open the door to Magnus’ room and sees Magnus shudder at the sound. He’s curled on his side in bed, facing away from the door. Not at all where Alec expected him to be.

“Hey,” he says again, softer, soothing, as he sits on the bed beside Magnus. He places a gentle hand on Magnus’ arm. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s a bad. Day.” Magnus pushes the words past his lips like they’re boulders rolling up his fragile throat. “A bad – depression day.”

“Oh,” Alec says. “Would it help if I – ” He shifts to pull the covers up and slides carefully beneath them to press his chest to Magnus’ back, locking their knees and laying an arm around Magnus’ stomach.

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It’s Min Hyuk’s frequent phone calls and texts which reveal how much he cares about his feisty bodyguard. He calls her because it’s a way to combat his loneliness, because he is curious about her, because he wants to talk with her, because she is the most exciting person he’s ever met, because he is attracted to her and because he has already begun falling in love with her and there is no return for him. The fact that Bong Soon can’t see him allows MH to show all the excitement and affection he feels - happiness, tenderness, excitement,… Everytime he calls her it feels like he is having the time of his life and it’s such a stark contrast to GD’s no-nonsense, matter-of-fact calls - when MH calls BS he looks like a giddy schoolboy.

“Did you sleep well? Did you have breakfast? Eat a good breakfast and take
your time coming to work! There’s no need for you to come in early.”

Particularly telling is the morning call after the drunken night - he asks BS the most mundane things, things only your mum or best friend or boyfriend would normally ask, and there is no other point to that phone call other than that MIN HYUK SIMPLY WANTS TO HEAR HER VOICE AND ALREADY MISSES HER.  

I Fear Going Mad

Action has always defined my life, I’ve always jumped feet first
All I know to be is three fourths action to one part words for all my articulation
Now, I have words words words bouncing insanely around my brain
I write so I don’t go mad from all the little things I want to do for you
All the seeming inconsequential actions which could show you how I feel
Tender touches and silly little actions which make up the whole of heart
So I write…I write of the constant depth, breadth and heartbreak of love
Because without actions words are all I have and I fear going mad

When I look into your eyes every morning when I wake up; how to describe all the feelings,all the tenderness that gushes out?
Because when I look into your eyes I see the quiet history of us, a love of twenty years now;so many shared memories, so many challenges,so much laughter but also tears. I doubt anyone but us can understand what we’ve sacrificed to be together; so that every morning we can wake up to each others’ smiling stare.
—  e.v.e
Missed (Sugar Daddy!Luke)

Summary: sugar daddy!luke goes away and surprises you with a toy you never knew existed 

Warnings: NSFW!! Skype sex, diiiirty talk and general smutiness

Requested? Yes

Word Count: 2.7k 

A/N: I’m a slut for any type of smut and sugar daddy!luke literally makes me go weak at the knees rip

Originally posted by irweicake

From the outside you and your boyfriend Luke appear to be a normal couple. Sure, with you working as a lawyer and him owning the largest bank of the country it was a fair assumption to guess he was considerably well off and you could manage on your own.

But it isn’t a rare occasion that you’d get home to see a magazine with Luke’s face plastered across the cover with his signature smirk and trademark rings wrapped around his muscled fingers. When he got home, usually around half an hour after you, he’d roll up the magazine and throw it in your direction.

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Hey! Long time no see! I’ve been sick most of the summer, but starting to feel better so yay! Coming back :p

Today I was in the mood to draw Lily and James canoodling! yup yup! Such deep, much wow!