I'm Your Biggest Fan

teenage boys are so scary cause what is this

like i’m as tall as i was 3 years ago and this boy grew like 10cm in 1 year are we being serious

oh ... my god

Since we are on the topic of NSFW alphabets 👀 can I request one for my lord and saviour, Cregan Stark

Cregan Stark NSFW Alphabet

- Paring: reader/Cregan Stark

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Note: I've made two versions of it, pick one you like more. They are slightly different on purpose.

New (V1)

A - Aftercare

Cregan is incredibly attentive and caring. After a passionate encounter, he takes the time to ensure you're comfortable, bringing furs to keep you warm and holding you close, murmuring softly in your ear.

B - Body Worship

He adores your body and is unreserved in his praise, from tracing your curves with his rough hands to leaving reverent kisses along every inch of your skin.

C - Control

While he’s usually calm and measured, in the bedroom, Cregan loves taking control, guiding you with a firm but gentle hand. He enjoys watching you surrender to his authority, but he always respects your boundaries.

D - Dominance

Cregan is naturally dominant, exuding strength and confidence that makes you feel protected and desired. He’s never forceful but asserts his dominance in a way that leaves you breathless and eager.

E - Experience

As the Lord of Winterfell, Cregan has had to maintain an aura of restraint, but he is well-versed in the pleasures of the flesh. He knows exactly how to bring you to the edge and keep you there, savoring every reaction.

F - Favorite Position

He loves seeing your face as he makes love to you, so the classic missionary position is a favorite, allowing him to watch your expressions and kiss you deeply. He also enjoys taking you from behind, especially when you’re both caught up in the heat of the moment.

G - Grunts

Cregan is not overly vocal, but the deep, guttural grunts he lets out as he loses himself in you are incredibly arousing. He also growls your name when he’s particularly overwhelmed by pleasure.

H - Hair-pulling

He has a penchant for tangling his hands in your hair, tugging just enough to send shivers down your spine. It’s an expression of his desire and his need to feel connected to you.

I - Intimacy

Every touch and kiss from Cregan feels meaningful. He craves intimacy, seeking to connect with you not just physically but emotionally, his eyes never leaving yours as he brings you to ecstasy.

J - Jealousy

Cregan is possessive in a subtle, protective way. He doesn’t get overtly jealous but makes it clear that you’re his, with lingering touches and heated looks that leave no room for doubt.

K - Kinks

He has a few kinks, including dominance and restraint. He enjoys using his strength to hold you in place, making you feel helpless under his control in the most thrilling ways.

L - Love Bites

He loves marking you with love bites, especially along your neck and shoulders, places that are easily hidden but serve as a reminder that you belong to him.

M - Moaning

Cregan loves hearing you moan, each sound encouraging him to please you more. Your reactions fuel his desire, and he’s not shy about whispering dirty words to coax more sounds from you.

N - Night-time Sessions

The cold nights in Winterfell often lead to long, heated sessions. Cregan loves taking his time, exploring your body thoroughly, drawing out your pleasure until the early hours of the morning.

O - Oral

Cregan is a generous lover and delights in pleasing you with his mouth. He takes his time, savoring every taste and sound, holding your hips down as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

P - Pace

He knows when to take it slow and when to let loose. Cregan’s pace can be teasingly slow, building you up to a crescendo, or fast and hard, driving you both to the peak of pleasure with a primal urgency.

Q - Quickies

While he prefers taking his time, Cregan is not opposed to a quick, heated encounter in a secluded place, especially if the desire strikes suddenly. The thrill of getting caught only adds to the excitement.

R - Risk

He is careful with you but finds the thrill of a risky encounter—like taking you in his study or outside in the godswood—irresistibly arousing.

S - Stamina

Cregan’s stamina is impressive, thanks to his rigorous training as a warrior and lord. He can go for multiple rounds, ensuring your satisfaction long after you’ve both reached your peak.

T - Teasing

He enjoys teasing you, both with his words and his touches. He’ll bring you close to the edge, only to pull back, watching with a smirk as you beg him to let you finish.

U - Uninhibited

In the privacy of your chambers, Cregan is unrestrained. He lets go of the weight of leadership and immerses himself fully in the pleasure he finds with you, uninhibited and utterly devoted.

V - Voyeurism

He’s not particularly into watching others, but he does love watching you. The sight of you pleasuring yourself, whether it’s with his guidance or on your own, is enough to drive him wild.

W - Worship

Cregan worships you with a quiet intensity, his touch reverent as if you’re something precious. He believes you’re his equal, and his admiration for you is evident in the way he makes love to you.

X - X-Rated Talk

He’s not overtly dirty with his words, but he will whisper filthy things in your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he tells you exactly what he wants to do to you.

Y - Yearning

Cregan’s longing for you is palpable, especially after being apart. When he finally has you in his arms, he’s almost desperate, his kisses bruising and his touch demanding as he satisfies the yearning that’s built up.

Z - Zeal

His passion for you is boundless. Cregan approaches every intimate moment with a fervor that leaves you breathless, ensuring you never doubt how deeply he desires and loves you.

Old (V2)

A = Aftercare

Cregan is always attentive afterward, wrapping you in furs and holding you close as he whispers soft reassurances, making sure you're comfortable and cared for.

B = Body Part

He is particularly drawn to your hands, often intertwining his fingers with yours or holding them above your head during intimate moments, captivated by how they look against his larger ones.

C = Cum

Cregan loves watching the aftermath, the sight of your bodies slick with sweat and his release, a visual reminder of your shared passion.

D = Dirty Secret

Despite his stoic exterior, Cregan has a weakness for having you take control, loving when you whisper commands or tease him, guiding his actions.

E = Experience

Cregan is experienced but reserved. He learned from past encounters but prefers to focus entirely on you, adapting to your needs and desires.

F = Favorite Position

He loves taking you from behind, bent over with your back arched. It allows him to set a strong, steady pace and reach deep, his hands gripping your hips or your hair.

G = Goofy

Cregan's sense of humor shows through rare, quiet chuckles, particularly if you make a joke during an intimate moment. He loves seeing you smile and relax with him.

H = Hair

He enjoys it when you run your fingers through his hair, especially when he's deep between your thighs, your grip tightening as you lose yourself in pleasure.

I = Intimacy

Each encounter feels profound with Cregan, his intense gaze holding yours, as if he’s seeing and feeling every part of you, both physically and emotionally.

J = Jack Off

He prefers to wait until you're together, but on rare nights alone, he thinks of you, his hand fisted around himself as he remembers the feel of your body.

K = Kink

Cregan enjoys light bondage, particularly binding your wrists with leather or furs, leaving you at his mercy as he takes his time exploring every inch of you.

L = Location

The secluded woods or his private quarters in Winterfell are his favorite spots, where he knows no one will interrupt, and he can take his time.

M = Motivation

Your mere presence is enough to stir him, but seeing you in his furs or watching you move confidently through Winterfell makes him eager to claim you.

N = No

He draws the line at anything that would cause you harm or discomfort. Your trust and safety are his highest priorities.

O = Oral

Cregan is skilled and dedicated, relishing in the way you gasp and writhe under his mouth. He loves drawing out your pleasure, teasing you until you're begging.

P = Pace

He often starts slow and measured, building up the intensity until you're both lost in the rhythm, but he can be rougher if he knows you crave it.

Q = Quickie

While he prefers to take his time, he isn't above a quick, intense encounter if the moment strikes, pinning you against a wall or pulling you into a secluded corner.

R = Risk

Cregan is willing to take risks in private settings but would never jeopardize your reputation or safety in public.

S = Stamina

Cregan’s strength and endurance are exceptional, capable of going for hours if you wish, only stopping when you're both completely sated.

T = Toys

He’s open to experimenting with toys, particularly those that enhance your pleasure, finding satisfaction in seeing you overcome with sensation.

U = Unfair

Cregan can be a tease, withholding his touch or slowing his pace until you're pleading, his deep voice murmuring just how much he loves hearing you beg.

V = Volume

He’s usually quiet, the occasional growl or grunt escaping his lips, but your name is always spoken in a low, reverent tone when he reaches his peak.

W = Wild Card

Cregan has a possessive streak and occasionally marks your skin with bites and kisses, leaving reminders that you’re his.

X = X-Ray

He’s well-built, his physique reflecting the harsh Northern lifestyle, his body a map of strength and hard muscle, making each encounter a powerful experience.

Y = Yearning

Cregan often longs for you deeply, his eyes darkening with desire whenever you’re apart, his need for you an almost tangible force.

Z = ZZZ

He holds you close afterward, his arm wrapped around you as he falls asleep, his body a warm, protective presence throughout the night.

MOTHER IS MOTHERING AGAIN😍😍😍

WHERE YOU ARE. luke castellan

description. almost a year after you and luke breakup, you find yourself in his embrace once more to scratch an itch you can't reach yourself.

includes. SMUT 18+, exes hooking up, fem!coded reader, unprotected p n v, outdoor sex, both r and luke have major attitudes, r is claimed but not specified, a little angsty (they're exes cmon what did u expect), takes place during tlt but no major plot points mentioned; title and inspiration from sunshine by steve lacy

wc: 4.2k+

a/n: as mr steve lacy said, "still will give you dick anytime you need!". ao3 link

There is an itch you can’t scratch.

It’s been there for almost exactly a year, persistent and reminding you of what you’ve been lacking since last summer. You’ve attended to it time and time again, digging into it with all of your might, only to be left semi-satisfied. Never left with lazy eyes, relaxed limbs, and a far away want to do it all over again once you recovered. 

The blame for your lack of satisfaction is placed on your chosen partners. 

Humans, all either far too eager to please or not eager enough. Either too cocky and overconfident, or lacking any and all confidence at all. 

They got between your legs, did the job, but never well enough. They never did it like he did. 

And for the past year, specifically the past few months, you’ve been trying to ignore it. Day by day, when you were forced to coexist with your ex, you attempted to push the feeling to the side. You instead focused on the heat on your skin and the gravity pushing large droplets of uncomfortable sticky sweat down your body, ignoring the way sweat made his skin shine. You buried yourself in work, taking up chores offhandedly mentioned by Mr. D, especially if they would get you away from group settings. 

But then, in the solitude of mindless duties, you had nothing to do except think about Luke Castellan. 

His dark curly hair. His even darker eyes. The way his rounded face had become more chiseled since last summer. The sound of his laughter and the smell of his shampoo. The feeling of his hands on your hips and your waist and your ass and especially between your thighs. 

At the end of the night, you would always fall back and spend a little extra time in the showers, bringing yourself to orgasm after orgasm with hopes that eventually one would give even half of the amount of satisfaction a single orgasm from Luke would. 

Clearly, with the way you’re watching him from across the dining hall with wide eyes, it hasn’t been working. 

“You’re staring.” The pointed voice of your sister next to you breaks you out of your stupor. 

You’re quick to avert your eyes to your plate instead, finding that your food had been picked over, conformed from its original shape and placed in a few different spots so your plate appears as if it’s overflowing instead of losing its contents. 

You don’t bother saying anything in response, instead shoveling a fork full of brisket into your mouth. 

“Just two more days. You can last until then,” she reassures you. 

You’re not sure if you could. 

ㅤ

Only a few minutes later were you sliding almost all of your food into the fire, completely ignoring the rumbling in your stomach. 

Please. 

The rest of your brisket glides into the fire. 

Just give me one more time. 

Your cheese and bread join it. 

That’s all I ask for. 

In goes the fruit and then your plate is empty. 

Someone steps up beside you and you’re about to leave anyway, so you pay them no mind. Not until they speak to you. 

“Hey.” 

Gods, it’s almost pathetic how the simple greeting makes you feel. 

Suddenly, the waving flames of the fire in front of you is the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. 

“Hey.” 

“What’d you give up?”

Has his voice always sounded like that? Suddenly it’s … deeper. Granted, the last time you spoke to him alone was a year ago. Both of you have matured since then, but in some ways you’re still stuck in your old nature. 

“Fruit. Bread. Brisket. The usual.” 

Even though the conversation is extremely lackluster, you find yourself wanting it to continue. You want to speak to him more. 

Luke hums and it’s only then that you look at him. 

He’s turned to face you now, holding an empty plate in his hand and you wonder: when had he given his offering up? Surely you should have seen it since the fire was all you could focus on during the last minute. Really, you just weren’t taking in any information at all save for the addicting sound of Luke’s voice. 

“And what did you ask for?” His eyebrows lift, his tongue darts out to glide over his lips for a split second. A brief memory of how nice it’d been to kiss him comes back before you can prevent it.  

“You know I can’t tell you that.” You take a step closer to him as you easily fall into this old routine. Tease and tease and throw in a flirtatious tone to beat around the large bush that held a ‘please fuck me’ sign. 

“Telling you my prayer is like telling you my birthday wish.” 

Luke tilts his head, letting his eyes wander to the side for a second before finding you again. The fire reflects in them, adding a warmth to his eyes you haven’t seen all summer. 

He’d been off the past few months, holding a tension in his shoulders and having a clipped-ness to his voice at times. You might be imagining things when you feel as if he’s different—good different—with you. 

“Which you used to do all the time.” 

You shrug. “It was always things you could do for me. I just wanted my wishes to come true.” 

“Oh yeah, like do your chores. All that time I spent scrubbing the bathroom floors for you.” 

A grin finds your lips. “It was a good lesson in responsibility. Right, Luke?” 

When he rolls his eyes, you notice how there’s no malice behind the action. It’s almost too easy for both of you to fall back into your old pattern. 

“Yeah. Sure.” He takes a small step closer to you and if you weren’t so in tune with every detail about him, you wouldn’t have noticed it. “So you gonna tell me what you asked for or not?” 

There’s no point in him knowing, other than to intrude on your life. Unfortunately, you don’t mind the intrusion. 

You stare at him a little while longer, your eyes flickering back and forth between his. Every so often, you let your gaze fall to his lips, only to bring it back up to his eyes like nothing ever happened. 

For a second, you pretend to think about it, falsely balancing his proposal before deciding. 

“I’m good. See you around, Luke.” 

When you return to your table and sit next to your sister, she has the kindness to not say anything about your prolonged absence for only a few moments. 

Then, “Am I covering for you?” 

You delude yourself into believing she won’t have to for a few seconds. And then you catch Luke’s eye from across the dining hall and you sigh.

“Yeah.” 

ㅤ

“Knew you weren’t over me.” 

You stop walking at his words, shoes thudding against the grass. The thunderous roar of the waterfall covers any other possible sound you could’ve created, but Luke never needed to hear you to know when you were approaching. It was a weird intuition thing you never understood.  

“Hello to you too, Luke.”

He turns around to face you, and as expected, he’s wearing a smirk. His arms are crossed over his chest, he’s no longer sporting his camp tee, having replaced the bright orange material with a deep blue hoodie instead. Practically everything about him screams relaxed, his gray sweatpants adding to the ambience that his aura creates—one that says he knew you were going to meet him tonight. 

“We’re way past formal greetings at this point, don’t you think?” He turns back to face the waterfall in front of him when you join his side. “You never used to greet me before.”

“Things change.”

“Yet you’re still out here. That could only be for one reason.” 

You shrug, folding your own arms over your chest. You have nothing to do with your hands yet, and you’ve been flexing them impatiently with anticipation. 

“Maybe I wanted to stargaze. Who knows.” 

Luke doesn’t say anything. 

In your peripheral vision, you can see him staring up at the sky, presumably stargazing like you falsely claimed you were doing. You try to do the same, picking out a few easily recognizable constellations you knew. But it’s only a minute later that you’re caving. 

“Okay.” 

You turn to face Luke. 

He does the same. 

He’s brought a lantern out here and it sits on the ground in front of you both, bright enough to illuminate the side of his face with an orange-yellow glow. 

“Okay?” he asks for clarification. 

Your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip for a second as you mull over your words. After tonight, there’s only one more night of camp left, and then you won’t be seeing Luke for another year. There’s almost no repercussions for laying it all out now, dropping your poorly built guard to get what you’ve been craving for a year now. 

“I’m not out here to fucking stargaze.” You sound exasperated as you admit it. 

Luke paints a picture of faux shock on his face. He gasps, splaying a hand out over his chest as his eyes widen. “Really? I never would’ve guessed.” 

Really, his attitude is starting to get on your nerves. 

Your temper flares and you suddenly understand the rage and frustration Clarisse always inhabits. 

“Don’t be a dick.” You try to manifest the negative feelings taking over your mind when you speak, but your tone betrays you. The command comes out too soft to change anything. Too gentle to be real. 

“Thought you liked it when I was a dick?” 

Something you’d told him in confidence last year. Confidence and drunken delusion. The shameless way you were grabbing at his clothes at the time clearly showed your inebriation. 

“Gods, Luke, would you just stop talking and kiss me already?” You take the step closer to him, finally entering his space to get what you want. What you’ve literally been dreaming about for the past year. 

He stops for a second, his eyes flitting to your lips once, twice, and just when you think he’s about to kiss you, his lips part for a different reason. 

“You also liked it when I ta–” 

You do it yourself. 

You expect him to hesitate before giving in, but his response is quick. 

Hands at your hips pulling you closer to him. His head tilting to the side so he can deepen the kiss just enough. His tongue wastes no time entering your mouth, pressing against your own tongue which allows you to taste the slightly off flavor of the root beer he’d had earlier in the night. 

Just like everything else had gone tonight, you two found the rhythm easily. 

You let Luke lead, pressing your chest into his, arching your back when his palm rests right above your ass. 

He kisses you like he wants more, a little over eager as the tip of his nose presses into your cheek with a little too much pressure. And he could take more, you’re offering it to him with the way your hands slide under his sweatshirt and press against his bare abdomen, fingers tracing his abdominal muscles. Luke just refuses to take it. He refuses to go the extra step. 

You huff against his lips, eyebrows furrowing in vexation. 

Luke pulls back from you first. He stares down at you, unmoving, not saying anything and when your brain is clouded like this, you don’t have it in you to try and decipher the storm in his dark eyes. 

When your brain is clouded like this, all you can think to do is speak.

“And for what it’s worth, I’m over you. I’m just not over…” you trail off, not really feeling like a conclusion is necessary to communicate exactly what you’re missing. 

Luke’s laugh is more like a sharp inhale. He cups your cheek with one hand. “And that’s a part of me, angel.” The pet name sounds almost villainous coming from his lips now. It’s too heavily dipped in confidence, dripping with sour arrogance. 

If you weren’t so horny, you would be turned off at the sound of it. At least, that’s what you convince yourself. But there’s very little that Luke could do to turn you off. 

Instead of dwelling on it, you lean back up and press your lips to Luke’s again. 

This time, Luke kisses you how you expected. 

He’s rough, lacking politeness and a little bit of coordination. His hands grip at your ass, pinching the fabric of your pajama bottoms and the fabric of your panties between them. There’s lots of tongue and even more spit, a few moments where your teeth knock into each other’s.

Now that he’s participating how you want him to, there’s not much anticipation. 

Your long sleeve tee is thrown over your head and placed at your feet, the same treatment goes for Luke’s sweatshirt. Your hands glide along each other’s bodies yearningly. You can’t help but start to feel satisfied with what you’re getting, even though it’s close to nothing. 

You’d been wanting to even be in Luke’s vicinity with intentions other than solely platonic—almost professionally—for so long now, so just feeling the weighted heat of his hands on your bare skin is enough to make you sigh. 

It doesn’t take long for both of you to end up on the ground, and after a small dispute about who gets to be on top, you end up on your hands and knees, hips wiggling impatiently as you wait for Luke to make the final move. The one to start the end of the beginning. 

There’s a few prolonged moments where nothing happens. You’re trying to be patient, busying yourself with chewing on your bottom lip and listening to the soothing sounds of water falling, but you’ve been so empty for so long and you really don’t think you can last any longer. 

You look over your shoulder to see Luke sitting on his haunches behind you. Just staring. 

He seems to be stuck in a trance, and just when you start to get a little insecure, Luke spits into his hand and runs his fingers down your cunt, reaching back up to probe two fingers into your entrance to the first knuckle. 

It’s slightly too much of a stretch all at once, and you wince a little, fingers gripping the strands of grass beneath you. 

You think you hear a small apology from him but you can’t tell. Either way, he corrects himself and slowly sinks one finger into your cunt. Already, you’re letting out a drawn out sigh. It comes out more guttural than intended, as if Luke pulled it directly from deep within you as he draws his finger back out, only to plunge it back in. 

His fingers scratch along places you haven’t been able to reach on your own. The tip of his digit strokes along a spot you’d been searching for for months, only having found twice on your own. (Both occurrences can be attributed to pure luck … and sheer desperation)

You don’t have to ask for more. Luke pulls the singular digit out and when he pushes back in, you feel the same stretch from before. This time, it’s more expected. 

You know to let yourself relax to allow him to continue. 

He enters you easily, and he starts to set a pace that hints at his intentions. He isn’t fingering you to prep you anymore, at least that’s not what it feels like he’s doing. His fingers are caressing parts that he only reaches when he wants you to cum. His pace isn’t one of careful leisure. Instead it’s goal searching. 

“Luke,” you start without even knowing if there’s a finish intended. 

He hums distractedly. 

“Fuck me. Please.” 

You aren’t above begging at this point. It’s all a means to an end for you. 

But you don’t know if it’s the same for Luke. 

His free hand comes to your ass and he caresses the flesh in a surprisingly tender way. You watch him lean up, and you watch him pepper kisses along your lower back. 

“I’ll get there, angel, promise.” 

And it suddenly occurs to you that Luke is taking his time with you. He’s savoring it all. 

For a second, the carnal desire melts away to reveal something more raw. The urge you used to feel to just talk to him first thing in the morning and last thing at night. The way your insides would flutter when he smiled, or the way everything seemed a little darker when he was down. 

Every emotion you’ve been working to get over for the past few months comes back tenfold in this small moment. 

And then Luke hooks his fingers and you’re brought back to the more debauched side of your circumstances. 

His pace speeds up a little. He introduces his other hand along your clit, singling out two fingers and rubbing wide and slow circles around the bud. 

During your nostalgia filled moment, your body had gotten closer to orgasm. Luke only has to pump his digits a few more times and tighten the circles just enough and you’re digging your hands into the dirt, pushing your hips back into his touch, and arching your back as your muscles tense up and you announce your orgasm, only to let go a few moments later. 

It’s a little more than pathetic how hard you cum. But you haven’t felt the touch from someone other than yourself in a long time. And you haven’t felt the touch of someone adequate enough to satisfyingly please you in an even longer time. 

Your hips twitch back and forth, the muscles in your thighs tense until you ache to relax them, only to repeat the action as waves cascade through your body. Luke is there through it all, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you as he coos gentle words from behind you. 

Your head hands low between your shoulders, but you still hear him coaxing you through it. 

“That’s it … just let it happen. ‘S it’s a big one. You really did miss me, hm?” 

He still sounds smug, but it comes off more affectionately this time. At least, a little less annoyingly. 

You’ve barely let yourself calm down from your orgasm before you’re reaching between your thighs blindly, swatting Luke’s hands away and searching for something else entirely. 

He chuckles, mumbles something under his breath that is definitely snarky, and you’re immediately swearing. 

“Luke, I swear to the fucking Gods, if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll..” 

It’s embarrassing how the meeting of his head and your entrance instantly shuts you up. It’s like a pacifier nestling between your lips, not fully settling into your cavern without a few teasing strokes up and down the plane of your cunt first. 

But the teasing makes it all so much more worth it. Just the first inch makes your eyes roll back. 

It’s so familiar, but in a slightly foreign way. You haven’t had it in so long, but you remember everything you loved about it. 

The way his head stretches you out first, and then comes the rest of him, only a few moments of reprieve before you get to the thickest part of him. The way his fingers press into your skin as he sinks in, exercising as much restraint as he could. The way his tip parts you open, scratching parts of you that have been itching for a while now. 

He’s bare within you, and if you hone in your senses enough you can feel everything. Every ridge and mountain plane and every vein. The way he’s warm and heavy within you, filling you so well you don’t know how you’ve been empty this long. 

It’s like an insatiable hunger has finally been filled. 

You don’t know how you’ll ever go back to being without this. Without Luke. 

By the time Luke has bottomed out, you’re already attempting to fuck yourself back on him. Luke takes over quick enough, digging his hands into the fat at your hips as he drives into you. 

You can feel your ass rippling with each thrust, and you think there’s clapping, too. 

Luke is harsh with it, any tender moments you two had during the night are gone, replaced with fierce thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out of you with an intensity that tells you he wants to cum as badly as you do. 

You have the sudden urge to see his face, to watch his eyebrows pinch together as he cums. You look over your shoulder once more, and sure enough his thick eyebrows are pushed together. His lips glisten in the ambient lighting, pink and plump and parted as he focuses. His eyes don’t leave your ass, trained on where the two of you connect. 

Only a few moments later does he notice you’re watching him, and he casts a look up to meet your eyes. His expression doesn’t change, still as concentrated as it was before. 

Then he tells you, “turn over”. 

You’re quick to comply, barely even having to mourn the brief emptiness before you’re on your back (on the ground but it doesn’t matter at this point) with your legs spread, Luke quickly entering you and resuming his pace. 

He leans down, holding your thigh for leverage with one hand and holding himself up beside your head with the other. His forehead rests against yours, his eyes close and yours do too. 

“‘M close,” he tells you. 

Your hand slinks up to dig into his curls, and like this, you’re allowed to reminisce once more. 

Not one specific memory finds you, but the position is so well known. It’s so intimate, only becoming more so whenever Luke presses his lips to yours. 

It doesn’t cross your mind to tell Luke to pull out. But you don’t want him to. 

You need to feel him, all of him, just one more time. 

So when Luke spills warm cum inside of you, it’s the highest form of pleasure. 

He fucks it into you a little more, a few punctuated thrusts ensuring none of him leaks out, and then the hand on your hip comes between your thighs again. He pulls out, waits, and when you feel something trickle out of you he catches it with two fingers and drags it up to your bud. 

“Can you cum for me one more time?” he asks, voice sweet and gentle. 

Even if you couldn’t, if you were physically unable to, you would still give it a try if he talked to you like that. 

You nod, keeping your eyes pinched shut and licking over your now unoccupied lips. 

“Look at me,” Luke commands. “I wanna see you.” 

Your eyes peel open. You stare up at Luke. And with two more flicks, you cum. 

“Heard you’ve been calling me your ex.” 

You shrug as you pull your bottoms over your hips. Your shirt is already on, but you shake it out a little, trying to get rid of dirt remains that somehow found their way into it. 

“Yeah. That’s what you are.” 

Luke pulls his sweatshirt back over his head before responding. “We both know I’m more than that.” 

“You were more than that. Things change, Luke.” 

When he meets your eyes, there’s something in his gaze. Maybe remorse? 

He licks his lips, shrugs. “They don’t have to. We could go back to how things were before.” 

It’s such a tempting proposition, one you laid with for weeks. Watching the sun set and then watching it rise all in one wake, wondering where things went wrong, trying to fix them in your head so you could get it all back. You treated your breakup with Luke like a mission gone wrong, and that’s where you went wrong. 

You shake your head a little and start to walk away. 

“Goodnight, Luke.” 

His hand catches you around the wrist. He stares down at you, gaze hard and serious. 

“Hey, anytime you need that. Anytime you need me to give you that, you come find me. Okay?” 

Satisfaction flares in your chest as you nod. 

ㅤ

By the time the sun has made itself comfortable in the sky, you’re the last one out of bed. 

You shower quickly, paying extra attention to your knees to scrub the remnants of dirt off of them, and then you’re at the dining hall for breakfast, sliding up next to your sister with striking bags under your eyes and an alluring glow added to your aura. 

She doesn’t say anything for a while and neither do you. Both of you tend to your hunger, slowly setting food into your mouth and savoring the sweetness of the strawberry pancakes. 

Only when nothing is left on your plates but your offerings does she speak. 

“Covering for you tonight again?”

You don’t hesitate at all when you say, “Yep.” 

“You owe me.” She’s trying to come off a little demanding, maybe a little mean. But she looks a little amused. Maybe even happy for you. 

Your eyes leave hers to look across the dining hall, finding Luke already looking at you. 

When you grin in response, sickly sweet and triumphant, you don’t know if it’s towards her or Luke. 

Either way, your reply is the same. 

“I love you.” 

ohh cregan and jace save me….save me cregan and jace

when it's my birthday but i didn't see mizu, abby, ellie williams, vi and arlecchinno oiled up and ready to have lesbian sex with me

worst birthday ever

KIT HARINGTON Pompeii (2014)

Me searching for fanfic of Ares the second that the damaged bully of a man graced the screen..

when i tell you rafe can slut me out however he pleases.

we fucking upside down, horizontal, vertical, diagonal, in AND on his truck, every square inch of taney hill, in every bed, on every surface. he can hit it from the front, back, sideways, in between, on top, bottom, in every hole and every position humanly possible. he can use me as his personal cum and spit dumpster for whenever he want fr. i would cherish every single mf touch from that man even if it’s as little as our arms brushing. idc if he dont let me cum as long as his ends up in or on me. he can use me as his personal stepping stool or coffee table. he can use me as his foot rest while he’s sitting i stg. he can use me as his cum rag AND sock. I will volunteer as tribute to be his fleshlight 🧍‍♀️i would ride that man til my knees dislocate. i would deepthroat that man til i pass out. i would let him step on me. he can step on my face and smoosh it into the ground. he can step on my pussy wearing his finest dress shoes. he can hit me with his truck (as long as i live ofc) i would lick the bottom of his shoe if that meant he would fuck me. he can spank my ass raw til i cant sit down and it’s discolored. he can do coke off of any part of my body. he can choke me til my neck is bruised black and purple. i would crawl across legos to get dicked down by him. i would chug his bathwater in record time. i would devour every droplet of cum on his sheets after he jerks off. if there aint a restroom nearby ig its time for a (golden) shower 🤷‍♀️ you would have to get an entire swat team with a tank to remove me from him and that still might not work. i would commit a war crime to get a taste of him. i would literally eat this mans ass if he wanted me to. he can take every single ounce of anger out on me through sex. i would do splits on it. i would do simone biles levels gymnastics on his d. the way i would ride him would put professional bull riders to shame. he can smack me with his used condom and id be grateful. i would actually take that same condom and lap up every bit of his cum inside of it. i would beg him to smack me across the face with his d. we doing it on his dirt bike if he want. he can BRAND ME if he wants. i would let that man burn my arm with his gas tank right after riding his bike just so i have the memory of him touching me. i would’ve picked him up the minute he was released from jail. i would break laws of science and take form just to be the wall he punched. if he wants a dog shii i can bark. if he want a cat i can meow too. i would inhale the scent on each of his clothes so hard every atom of cologne would be gone. i would astral project into pope’s body so i can experience rafe beating me with a golf club. i would kneel and beg him for a simple conversation. i would find out his favorite artists and learn their entire discography and every lyric of every song. i would become the face of his favorite beer brand. i would live and breathe HIM. I would permanently bind our souls together just cause

anyways thanks for coming to my lil rant :3

this was all simply because i read @rafeandonlyrafe recent fic called watermelon :p