#luke hughes blurb

[fiastomatocheek]

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pairing: dad!luke hughes x f!reader

genre: domestic fluff, parenthood, slice-of-life.

warnings: none.

summary: it’s lucy’ first day of kindergarten and while luce is bubbly, curious, and fiercely independent, even the strongest little hearts can wobble in new places. as she steps into a whole new world beyond the familiar comforts of home, her parents, luke and you balance their excitement with nerves. from banana waffles to teary goodbyes, to after-school snuggles at the hughes home, because sometimes, being a big girl is hard but it always helps to come home to snoopy.

fia’s note: i actually had this idea sitting in my notes for a while but never turned it into a full piece… until now. since it seems like everyone’s been missing dad!luke being snoopy with his little girl, i wrote this yesterday and really hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it.

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“Snoopy, do I have to go?”

Luke looked down at Lucy, who was lying across his chest in her favorite pajamas, clinging tightly to his hoodie sleeve like it was a life vest.

It was the night before kindergarten.

He smiled softly, running his fingers through Lucy long hair.

“You get to go, Luce. Not have to. You’ll make friends, learn cool stuff, and there’s a nap time with cozy blankets. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Will they have waffles?”

She asked seriously, glancing between you and Luke like this was a deal-breaker.

You chuckled from your spot beside them on the bed, brushing her bangs away from her forehead.

“No waffles everyday, but they have yummy lunch and snacks. And after school, Snoopy and I will come pick you up and maybe—” You paused for effect.

“—we go get ice cream.”

Lucy gasped like you’d promised her a trip to Disneyland.

“Chocolate one?”

“Chocolate one,” Luke confirmed, kissing her temple.

“With rainbow sprinkles.”

She seemed content for now, yawning dramatically and pressing herself further into her dad’s arms.

“Okay… but only if I get the pink spoon.”

Friday morning, Lucy’s first day to school, you were up before sunrise, you made Lucy’s favorite breakfast, waffles with strawberries, blueberries, and just the right drizzle of syrup. It wasn’t her usual protein-packed breakfast, but today wasn’t usual. Today, she needed emotional support in the form of sugar and aesthetics.

When Lucy shuffled into the kitchen, sleep still in her eyes, she saw the plate and gasped.

“Waffles?!” she squealed. “Mommy, you made the butterfly one!”

Luke entered right after her, rubbing his eyes.

“You bribing her with fancy waffles?”

You gave him a wink.

“Bribing? No. Strategically parenting? Yes.”

In the car, the mood was cheerful. Lucy was all giggles and questions. She wore her tiny pink backpack and a glittery headband shaped like cat ears.

“I’m gonna tell my teacher I know how to spell ‘banana,’”

Lucy announced from the backseat.

“You do?” Luke raised his brows in the mirror.

She squinted. “Buh… B-A…Nuh…Nuh…um… banana?”

“Close enough,” you said, trying not to laugh.

The kindergarten was just ten minutes away. You and Luke had visited multiple times before finally enrolling Lucy here. It was trusted by other NHL families, close-knit, and nurturing.

When Luke parked the car, Lucy’s eyes lit up.

“We here! We here!”

She held both your hands tightly as you walked toward the school gates. Around you, dozens of parents were giving last-minute pep talks, wiping tears, adjusting little backpacks. Some kids were clinging to their parents. Others were skipping toward the doors.

Lucy, despite being usually independent, paused. Her hand tightened around Luke’s fingers.

“Snoopy…”

He crouched down to her level. “Yeah, Luce?”

Her lip quivered. “I think… I think I’m gonna miss you lots.”

Luke’s face softened immediately.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Luce. But guess what?”

“What?”

“Missing someone means you love them. So it’s a good thing.”

She nodded, processing it slowly. Then she whispered,

“Can you carry me to class? Just today?”

“Of course,” Luke said, lifting her up easily.

Her classroom was on the second floor. When you arrived, Lucy looked around with wide eyes. There were cubbies and books and little chairs with name tags.

You helped take off her backpack while Luke crouched beside her again.

“Mommy and I will pick you up at 2, okay? And then we’re going for ice cream.”

Lucy grinned. “Pink spoon?”

“Of course.”

Just then, a little girl in the class burst into tears as her mom left. Lucy turned quickly, watching her. You could see the wheels in her little head turning.

Three seconds later, her own tears started.

“Wait! Mommy… Snoopy no go! I not ready!”

“Aw, sweetheart,” you whispered, holding her tightly.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. We’re coming back. Promise.”

Luke rubbed her back as her cries grew louder, little fists clutching his sweatshirt.

“Luce, baby, you’re okay. We’re right outside, just for a little while.”

Eventually, with the gentle help of Ms. Lilly, Lucy calmed down. She gave you both extra big hugs and wiped her own eyes.

“I be brave,” she told Luke with a sniffle.

“But you and Mommy better come back, ‘kay?”

Luke kissed her forehead. “Wild horses couldn’t keep us away.”

You were supposed to pick her up at 2 p.m., but neither of you could take it. By 12:30, Luke looked at you and said.

“Wanna just go now?”

You grabbed your keys.

When you got to her school, Ms. Lilly was already packing Lucy’s things up, you’d called ahead to request an early pick-up. Lucy saw you and immediately dropped her lunch tray.

“Mommy!”

She shouted, running full-speed into your arms. Her head tucked into your shoulder, little arms wrapped around your neck.

“She ate well today,” Ms. Lilly smiled.

“Especially her broccoli.”

You carried her out while she sleepily clung to you. By the time you got to the car, she was fast asleep in your arms. Luke gently strapped her into her seat with a softness that only dads had.

You both sat in the front for a moment in silence.

Luke looked at you. “I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

You smiled sadly. “Me neither.”

You spent the rest of the day at the Hughes house. Luke carried a still-sleeping Lucy inside and laid her on the guest bed.

“She okay?” Ellen asked as she peeked into the room.

Luke nodded. “Rough first day. She’s a trooper.”

That evening, Lucy woke up, saw Luke lying next to her, and immediately lit up.

“Snoopy! You here!”

He hugged her tightly. “Always, baby.”

Downstairs, she recapped everything to Ellen and Jim at dinner.

“I ate all my broccoli,” she bragged,

“And, and all my carrots. And I met a boy. He has a Spider-Man shirt and he makes good monkey sounds.”

“Oh yeah?” Jim laughed. “Is he your new best friend?”

Lucy nodded, mouth full of mashed potatoes.

“I gonna marry him.”

Everyone burst out laughing.

Then Ellen asked gently, “Luce, did you cry a little, sweetheart?”

Lucy paused, looking shy.

“A little,” she whispered, cheeks pink.

“But… I be brave.”

Ellen kissed her cheek.

“You were more than brave. You were amazing.”

Luke leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“She’s gonna do just fine.”

“She already is.”

[ruinix]

regarding this picture & our thots from earlier (note: pls forgive me i'm bad with words) :

it's a sweatshirt you would throw on to keep you warm after late night rough sex & both of you would wake up in the morning horny & needy so you ride him reverse cowgirl with nothing but the sweatshirt on, your legs are still shakey from the night before but you want nothing more than to make your pretty boy feel good & he runs one hand up your shirt to lazily grope your tits & the other would circle your clit as he would watch your ass bounce against him enamored with the bruises that are vaguely shaped like his hands.... & you can finish the rest🥱🥱

Lovely Cece, I can't believe you are exposing me like this. 🙂‍↔️ Yes, officer, it is this one. 😣🫵🏻 She's leaking my whore chats. I am suing! Jk. 🏃🏻‍♀️ The thots are already enough. "Bad with words" -> BIG NOPE. You made me horny as fuck. What else could I add? 🥲 (Also for the banner, I am losing it. I can't find the pictures I wanted 😭😭)

Passion & Addiction

18+. Whore Thoughts. Smut. Unprotected Sex. Nothing too crazy, i swear 😶‍🌫️.

Luke panted into your neck, smelling the stench of sex mixing with your soft and sweet scent. A smile tugged at his lips, because it smelled wonderful. It was fucking addicting that he couldn't help but lick along the column of your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses, nipping and biting as if he could eat you up. He wished he could.

He shuddered when you craned your head to capture his lips, pulling him into a sloppy kiss that had your teeth clashing against each other, your tongues meeting and attempting to put the other into submission. Luke would lose. He knew he would, because the feel of your wet pussy clenching around him, fucking him on your own pace and rhythm, had him in chokehold. He had nothing on you.

Nothing but desperation for more, more, and more.

All he could do was clung to you, squeezing and massaging your tits, greedily feeling their perfectness that he was lucky enough to feel. He tugged at your pebbled nipples, playing ang pinching in the way he learned that you loved. Luke could tell that you did by how you responded. You breathy moans were loud in his ears. Your back arched. Your thrusts turned clumsier and choppier, not as fluid as you had moments ago. Your hand came up to tug at his curls like you wanted to pull them off his scalp. You could.

Luke didn't fucking mind anything that you would do to him.

"Luke. Oh, Lukey," you sighed in between kisses, your breath hitching when his other hand slides down your abdomen, down to your pelvis, down to your pussy. "Holy shit."

Luke found your clit so easily, softly tracing circles around it, lightly pressing on the swollen bundle of nerves. He could feel how wet you were from your arousal and perhaps from his cum from last night. He could feel you trembling, quivering, flinching from the pleasure that wrecked through your body. He was experiencing the same fucking thing, his toes curling, his heart pounding louder, with every stroke of your pussy around his cock.

You were so fucking perfect. You felt so fucking good.

He was losing it.

He suddenly wished that his sweater was not on you anymore. It was in the way. He wanted to feel your sweat slicked skin. He needed to feel him sticking on you. He needed to see you bare. He needed—

"FUCK!" He groaned, panting and gasping.

You suddenly pushed off him, grinding and thrusting down his length harder and harder that he swore he was seeing fucking stars and it was already morning.

His hand that was fondling your breast fell on your hip. He desperately pushed off the hem of his sweater to see your ass bounce with every greedy thrust, looking so pretty with the beginnings of fingerprint bruises from how hard he fondled it last night. You were so pretty. He just wanted to bite your ass, but he couldn't reach. A pathetic whimper escaped his lips at the disappointment. There were so much he wanted to do, but he wanted to please you by letting you ride him. His chest squeezed, his eyes stinging with tears. He wanted to do more.

"Sweatheart, please," he pleaded, not knowing what to ask for, not knowing what to do as he clung on to you. He needed more. He felt like he would die if he couldn't have whatever it was. He pulled you closer, breathing in your comforting scent. "Please."

You replied with something he couldn't discern, your hand gripping his wrist to remind him of his task on your clit. He moved, going on autopilot with his fingers. He sucked on your skin, harsh and rough and hungry. He continued to plead, finally hearing your question of what the fuck he wanted, but he couldn't answer. He simply needed you.

Then he finally had enough of the sweater. He tore it off you, his hips thrusting up to meet yours.

You were both a panting and moaning mess. The sound of skin slapping seemed to echo in his fogged up mind. The grip of your pussy felt like it was sucking his soul out of his body and he would just submit.

Then, he finally found the correct words: "Please take me. Take all of me."

It was your right to take him. He was yours. His mind. His body. His soul. His everything. You needed to take it all. You had to. He couldn't live on if you didn't have him. You needed to.

When he heard you confirming hum, when he felt your increasing fervor, when your gazes met, he almost cried. You always heard him.

"Lukey, I'm gonna coming. I need you to come with me. Please," you pleaded right back as you came hard, clamping around his cock like vise.

And he did come. It was so hard that his vision blurred and darkened. His hot cum spurted in violent ropes, making a mess in your pussy. He shuddered and writhed as much as you did, his hands grasping your waist, keeping you from moving so much, because his cock was starting to hurt. He was so sensitive that his ears were ringing.

"Don't move, sweetheart. Please," he gasped.

"I'm trying," you said as your pussy squeezed.

Luke almost passed the fuck out if you didn't kiss him, making him melt, taking his brain off his aching cock.

I am sobbing and crying. i need another photo dump. I don't care if I am being greedy. I need. I NEEEEEEEED.

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glances

summary: getting together made everyone think the flirty glances would stop, it didn’t.

request: "Can I kiss you?" "You know you don't have to ask me that anymore, right?" and 'exchanging flirty looks from across the room' with Luke Hughes??

luke hughes x reader

She laughed at something Jack said, a common occurrence around Jack. She was standing with Jack in one of the corner of the rooms letting Jack yap to her about the game of pool he just played in and was trying to convince her he beat Dawson.

She felt a line of goosebumps form on her arms, something only one person can do and she knew who was starring her.

Her eyes flickered over connecting with her favorite pair of eyes, Luke was leaning against the wall not paying attention to the conversation that he was standing in, more focused on starring at her all night.

She softly bit her lip biting back her flustered smile, Luke could glance at her and she could easily turn into a puddle.

She heard a gag next to her and turned her head seeing Jack looking absolutely disgusted, “I thought you two finally getting together would stop this from happening.” Jack complained, having watched the two stare at each other way to many times.

He wasn’t wrong, she was friends with Luke for years before anything ever happened. The tension and glances were always there between them even when they both denied it and said they were friends.

She gave Jack a teasing smile, “You don’t have to watch anymore.”

Jack furrowed his brows and watched her look at Luke, her eyes flickering up and down Luke before she gave Luke a flirty smirk and turned around patting Jack’s shoulder before walking away.

Jack grimaced, it was like watching his sister flirt.

Luke raised an eyebrow a smile growing on his face as he watched her walk away, his eyes stayed glued on a certain area of hers most of the time.

Luke set his glass on the table near him beside easily crossing the room and heading down the hallway to the bathroom where he knew she was waiting.

He opened the door and was right, she was sitting on the counter looking at him, waiting for him.

Luke chuckled softly to himself locking the door behind him before he crossed the bathroom just as her legs opened letting him stand between her thighs as her legs just easily wrapped around his waist.

“Hello.” Luke mused his hands hitting the counter next to her thighs as his eyes flickered across her face. He still pinches himself daily that he finally got the girl.

“Hello baby.” She cooed as her arms wrapped sound his neck, her acrylic nails running through the bottom of his curls making him almost start purring like a cat, there’s nothing he loves more than he curls being played with or tugged on and they both are well aware of that.

“Can i kiss you?” Luke breathed out his nose softly bumping into hers, his eyes kept flickering between her lips and eyes can’t deciding what he wanted to stare at more.

Her lips turned up looking amused and she softly tugged on one of his curls making Luke melt even more into her giving her pleading eyes, “You know you don't have to ask me that anymore, right?"

Luke didn’t meed any more permission and eagerly kissed her making the happiest noise as he finally got to kiss his girl again, it’s been barely a hour since they last kissed.

Luke whined as she pulled back and at the sound of a loud knock on the door, “Your clothes better all be on in there.” Lazar teasingly called out having watched the two both head towards the bathroom.

Luke threw his head back and groaned as she laughed, her forehead hitting Luke’s shoulder as her shoulders shook with laughter.

Luke could always count on his annoying teammates to get in the way of his time with his girl.

[cuteandhughesy]

Please Please Please╰┈➤ LH43

summary: navigating a secret relationship with your brothers teammate is turning out to be a little harder than you expected. the 3 times you and luke were almost caught + the 1 time you are caught.

[word count] 4.3k

warnings: MATURE! pre-established relationship | brothers teammate trope | lazar! reader | sneaking around | kissing | suggestive dialogue and scenes | the tiniest sprinkle of smut but no actual sex | read at your own discretion

a/n: formed based on this request! i’m working on a good chunk of fics and similar stuff so keep your eyes open 💕 for now…enjoy! it’s been so long since i’ve written for luke..I missed him.

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one

"we really shouldn't be doing this..." luke's hushed words trail off, whispered against your slick lips as you two move through the room, stumbling over loose shoes and discarded clothes. his hands run up your torso hurriedly—yet smoothly—squeezing your skin in his palms like he can't get enough of you, despite his words. it's a sweet gesture, one that only turns you on further.

you shush him gently, dismissing his hesitance. you pull away from him slightly, but still close enough that you could lean back in at any moment and continue your hurried kiss. "please." you pout slightly, looking up through your lashes. you're so wound up from just kissing luke, you're not sure if you'll be able to stop now—despite the circumstances.

so regardless of your own selflessness—you can understand luke's apprehension. after all, if you were in his shoes you'd probably be shitting bricks right about now. your hands fall away from luke's broad shoulders, letting them trail down his chest until you reach his hips. slowly, you slip your fingers into the waistband of luke's sweats, and begin pulling him forward. "we just have to be really quiet."

luke stumbles slightly, caught off guard by your sudden movements. regardless, he follows easily, allowing you to bring him towards the edge of the bed. in that moment you're thankful the upstairs bedroom floors are carpeted, and the wobbly footsteps are muffled by the rug under your and luke’s socked feet.

the back of your knees meet the edge of the bed, and that has you falling back into the mass of blankets, releasing your hold on the elastic waistband around luke's ridiculously attractive hips—which, before you even met luke, you didn't even think hips could be so hot, but you'd been very quickly proven wrong.

you blink up at luke lazily, making your gaze come across as sensual as possible. you bring your knees up, and slowly your legs part, revealing the thin material off your blueberry printed panties—just visible under your shifted pyjama shorts.

but luke doesn't bite. he stays stagnant at the end of the bed, shirtless and visibly turned on—the straining situation under the soft material of his sweatpants giving him away.

his brows furrow. "what if curtis comes up here." luke questions, the worry evident in his expression. he gently rubs along his growing stubble, deep in thought as he continues to eye you. "what if we get caught?" luke's hesitant eyes flicker towards your closed bedroom door—well, your brother and his wife's guest bedroom door.

you were finishing up your final year of university in jersey, and instead of paying the ridiculous residence fees, curtis offered you the spare bedroom in his families home. and with that came a lot of social situations involving your brothers teammates. whether it was team dinners at different houses, or crowded bars after games, you were there—which is where you met luke.

luke seemed to always be around, and that combined with the constant banter he has with your brother, had you feeling enamoured with the youngest hughes brother very soon after curtis introduced you two. you found yourselves drawn to one another, and if one of you was near, the other wasn't far behind. you and luke quickly started dating—behind the back of your brother of course.

curtis has always been protective of you, especially when it comes to your relationships. it all comes from a good place, even if it made dating extremely difficult for you. curtis has always made sure to drill the negative stigma around young hockey players into your head—how he would never want you to date one...especially if said hockey player was one of his own teammates.

locker room talk was inevitable, and curtis didn't want to subject you to any of that ridiculous stuff or make you uncomfortable. and you didn't mind that protective rule of curtis' because you've never had an attraction to any of his teammates—until luke.

with that in mind, you and luke found yourself involved in a secret relationship. there's many measures you'd both take to ensure your romance stayed under wraps—you'd plan your calls around schedules, allowing yourselves to talk freely without your brother listening in. as well, you and luke would always plan secret dates, giving excuses of seeing friends in the city while you're actually tangled in whoever's bed is free. during gatherings, you'd be sneaking off into dark rooms, kissing like horny teenagers—it was all a thrill, one that you and luke found yourselves growing accustomed to, and honestly preferred.

you and luke were always careful—especially if curtis was around. if your brother was near, you and luke simply wouldn't sneak away, both too worried about getting caught and loosing the excitement and intimacy of your secret life.

but tonight was different.

the devils had been away on a week long road trip, expanding along the west coast and visiting teams like the sharks and kings. with the change in time zones, sneaking calls and facetimes with your boyfriend was practically impossible, and you and luke had only texted every few days to check in.

the interfering schedules and lack of communication left you and luke missing each other more than usual, and as soon as the devils plan landed back on jersey soil, you were practically vibrating with need.

when you proposed the idea of sneaking luke into the house once everyone had gone to bed, you didn't think he'd agree, but surprisingly enough he did. luke was apprehensive at first—which is understandable— because seeing one another while you're brother was home was always a big no-no. but the combination of the time missed between you and your pouty voice, luke had no choice but to agree.

slowly you unfold your leg, lifting your foot until you meet luke's shoulder. you nudge the buff surface with your sock covered toes, pulling luke's attention away from the bedroom door and back to you.

luke's gaze moves over you, shifting from your plump, spit slicked lips, down to your barley covered core and thin tank top that gives him the perfect outline of your pebbled nipples. he swallows roughly, a blush covering his high cheek bones.

"we won't get caught." you whisper seductively, your foot slowly trailing down his arm.

suddenly luke grabs onto your ankle, bringing your foot closer to his face. "you're such a bad influence." luke presses a soft kiss on your exposed ankle, right over the beaded anklet decorating you. his eyes don't leave your face, and as he slowly pulls away, a smirk begins to pull at his lips—tempting you.

you take your lip between your teeth. "you gunna punish me?"

he breathes a laugh, and manoeuvres your leg back into his spread, bent position. "you want me to punish you?"

you watch through hooded eyes as luke crawls onto the bed, moving until he's hovering over your flushed body. instantly your hands are in hair, running through his light curls, feeling the defined pattern between your fingers. "maybe I do."

his eyes flutter closed at the feeling, a small whimper passing through his parted lips. luke's large palm runs up your side, scooping under your tank until he's feeling your bare skin—running his thumb over your nipple.

you arch into him, a breathy moan leaving your lips, goosebumps covering your skin in the wake of luke's gentle touches.

luke kisses you slowly, a deep and bruising pressure that has you tingling all the way down to your toes. your lips part instinctively, moaning into luke's mouth as his continues to kiss yours, lips passing over yours in a gentle, slick embrace.

you're so easily distracted by luke's presence and touch, and you find yourself falling into a trance like state—loosing yourself in him. you find yourself here anytime you're with luke, always so easily falling into this intimate pattern. so it comes as suprise when your ears pick up on a dull thump in the distance, almost echoing through the quiet home.

"did you hear that?" you pull away from luke hurriedly, brows furrowed as you try and concentrate and listen further—straining your ears in attempt to catch any more sounds from beyond your bedroom.

luke whimpers at the loss of contact, eyes fluttering open to reveal his glossy, lustful eyes. "hear what?"

the dull thudding noise continues, increasing as if it was coming closer— sounding like somebody is walking, moving up the stairs towards your room. you gasp lightly, and with all the strength you can find, you push luke off the bed.

your sudden actions catch him off guard, and he goes easily, tumbling onto the rug with a loud thud. he groans out, and watches as you peek over the edge of the bed—your eyes blown wide with worry.

just before he can question your behaviour, you interrupt him, your tone hushed and full of fear. "it's curtis."

luke's face falls. "it's curtis?"

you nod quickly, looking in the direction of the door anxiously, listening as your brothers steps grow closer. you look back down at luke, "you gotta get under the bed."

"i'm not going to fit under the bed." luke whispers roughly, his own gaze darting between your nervous eyes and the bedroom door.

"well you gotta make it work, luke." you whisper wildly, shooing him. "scoot under—now."

the urgency in your voice has luke springing into action. he grabs onto the wooden frame of the bed, pulling himself under your bed. the rug rubs his bare back uncomfortably and the dust under the mattress is tickling his noise dangerously. the space is limited, and dirty, but you're not even thinking about that right now.

all you can focus on is the sound of curtis footsteps right outside the door, and just as the golden handle begins turning, luke finally gets situated under your bed, hiding from not only your sight, but hopefully your brothers.

you whip around just as the hinges squeak open, curtis appearing from behind the oak door. "hey." he greets you gently, still rubbing the sleep out of his eye with the palm of his hand. "are you talking to someone?"

you can feel the colour drain from your face, swallowing roughly as you keep your gaze ahead. "no?" your voice is definitely too high—too suspicious—answering quickly.

curtis's gaze narrows. "really? I thought I heard something." you watch in horror as your brother begins to look around the room, his movements suspiciously nonchalant as he scans the area—you can only pray that luke's feet aren't sticking out from underneath the mattress

you desperately need to get your brothers attention again and stop him from snooping around your space—you're pretty sure luke's phone is on the dresser. quickly, you spin your body to fully face curtis, clearing your throat. "well, I was watching a movie."

curtis' eyes flicker back to yours and away from your desk, his brows raised questionably. then, slowly, his gaze moves towards the tv on the wall. "the tv is broken."

you curse inwardly, swallowing thick salvia. "on my phone."

"okay..."he trails off. "just coming to check on you, making sure you were alright—couldve swore I heard something." your brother doesn't look all too convinced with what you're saying, and his pointed gaze has yet to waver.

you plaster on a smile. "oh i'm just peachy, curtis. thanks."

"you're acting weird."

"am I?" you question highly, crossing your arms.

he hums in answer, eyeing you suspiciously. "must just be tired. right?"

"right." you exhale shakily, and at this point you can only pray for this conversation to come to a close. subconsciously your eyes trail towards the bed, checking to make sure luke was still hidden.

curtis hums again, pulling your attention back to him. "better get to sleep then. goodnight."

you breathe, smiling again. "night."

he sends you one more curious look over his shoulder before he finally leaves, shutting the door with a gentle thud. the entire time you feel like you're going to die.

as soon as his feet sound descending back down the stairs, you're moving, practically skipping towards the bed.

your drop down on your stomach, looking under the gap between the floor and the mattress. "luke? are you breathing?"

he exhales loudly. "barley."

you send him a guilty smile. "guess we won't try this again, huh?"

two

luke pulls his hoodie over his torso, stretching his tired muscles as he adjust the material over his body.

the practice that finished only half hour ago was a taxing one. after a rough loss the previous night—one that he'd been cross checked in the ribs three separate times without a call—coach had been extra hard on the group today, which left luke even more sore and exhausted.

he shakes out his freshly washed hair, ruffling the curls between his fingers after they'd been flatted by his devils branded hood. the fuzzy material sticks to his damp chest, as luke was too tired to properly dry his skin—he just wanted to get home and call you, letting you coo at him and call him pretty (he loves it more than he’d ever admit).

"hey rusty." curtis distinctive teasing voice sounds behind luke, and he feels the center man’s hand on his shoulder, a rough squeeze in greeting. "you heading home now?"

curtis drops down to his reprieve stall—the one beside luke's—towel still around his waist as he pulls on his t-shirt, looking at the defence man expectantly.

luke swallows gently, giving curtis a quick nod. "yeah," he grabs his duffle bag, one full of extra hockey gear he always brings back and forth to the rink. "jacks already outside, said he wanted to shower when he got home."

"right on." curtis hums, pulling on his socks.

the sporadic buzzing noise of an incoming call draws the attention of both athletes, and their eyes are pulled to luke's beaten up phone, sitting screen up on the stall seat.

it's you. you're calling him.

curtis's brows raise, and he makes a teasing noise. "russssttttyyyy, who the hell is lovey?" before luke can even react, curtis picks up the phone, inspecting the profile picture set for your contact that’s flashing on the screen. thank god it’s an inconspicuous mirror pic, one lacking your face—luke can only pray curtis doesn’t inspect that picture too hard. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

luke swallows, eyes darting between the centerman and the phone clutched in his calloused hands. "I don't."

"there's a heart beside the name." he deadpans. "should I answer it and ask her about it instead?"

"no!" luke lunges towards his phone, but curtis is quicker, standing from is stall and side stepping the youngest hughes.

"easy dude. what's the big deal." with a breathy laugh, curtis slides his thumb across the answer button, picking up your incoming call.

"dude." luke grabs the phone from his hands just before curtis can place it to his ear. "a little privacy." the awkward chuckle that leaves him is almost embarrassing, and the way his hands have started shaking and the blush covering luke from head to toe is also humiliating.

curtis laughs, clearly finding amusement in luke's clear embarrassment. "i'm literally standing in front of you with my dick out, but sure rusty, i'll leave your secret girlfriend alone."

luke can just hear your muffled voice through the phone, muttering his name questionably—no doubt wondering what the fuck is going on. "sorry she's just...shy. you'll meet her one day."

curtis snickers, finally pulling on his sweats. "i'm sure I will."

luke nods—unsure what to say.

"better get going, rusty. think somebody is probably waiting to hear your voice." the center man's eyes dart between him and the phone in his hands, brows raised knowingly.

"right." he swallows, "see you later." luke practically runs out of the locker room, and as soon as he makes it down the hall, he raises the phone to his ear, hurriedly explaining to you the close call he'd just encountered with curtis.

three

you didn’t mean to have that many drinks—really, you didn't. but a couple of your friends from class invited you out to celebrate the ending semester, and because you all passed, they said drinks were in order and you had to join.

a few hours and many drinks in, you were practically falling over. you had stayed out later than you originally planned on, and curtis would be long asleep by now—leaving you with limited options for getting home.

drunk you—ever the clingy girlfriend—called luke almost instantly. and obviously luke picked up on the first ring, despite the early morning time, and of course he came to the bar as soon as you asked.

which brings you to right now, knees weak as you sway on your homes front porch, pouting up at your boyfriend in the cold winter night.

luke looks down at you gently, his eyes full of exhaustion. but yet, there’s a hint of amusement in them, and the edge of his mouth is turned up in a lazy smirk.

"kiss me goodnight." you drunkenly slur for the 10th time since luke guided you out of the car. you are looking at your boyfriend expectantly, an impatient whine leaving your lips. "please baby."

it's so dark outside he can barley make out your features, but he can see the way your hazy eyes twinkle at him—silently begging. luke's gaze flickers towards the ring camera quickly, praying that it's one that isn't an audio recorder, and if it does pick up sound, luke hopes you're too quiet to catch.

you’ve both always been careful with the camera before this, and if the lazar house was the only option for your…escapades, you’d both avoid the camera expertly—sneaking through windows and back doors like misbehaved children.

but you’re too drunk to even think about that, and luke’s too tired to even attempt sneaking you through the back door.

your pout turns into a smile, and your arms snake up his body, wrapping around his neck and pulling yourself up to your toes. "please please please please."

he sighs gently, glancing at the camera again. in a moment of weakness, he decides it's probably to dark too make out any kind of facial features through the camera anyway, and if he doesn't kiss you now, the camera will be the least of his worries.

so luke wraps his arms around your waist tighter, keeping your sway steady. he leans down, pecking your lips so quickly that he hopes even if the camera can see him, the affection was so brief that in a blink you'd miss it. "okay now go inside."

your grin widens, and as you finally pull away from luke, you're overjoyed and satisfied.

when you wake the next morning, you feel yourself panic—flashes of the kiss on the porch and the ring camera running through your mind.

you wait anxiously for curtis to bring it up and call you out for kissing his teammate in front of the front door...but it never comes.

the ring camera hasn't worked for a week—and that has you breathing a sigh of relief when your sister-in-law mentions it the following evening.

+one

you can't even think logically as you rush through the crowded arena, weaving through bodies as you clutch the pass around your neck, anxiously fiddling with the lanyard.

the scene in your head is playing on repeat—watching luke get thrown to the ice during the messy scrum from only minutes ago, his head slamming against the ice as he hit the ground.

you'd shot up from your seat, worry sketched across your face as you watched luke laying limp on the ice as the trainer spoke into his ear—the fear all but consumed you. jack's girlfriend tried to console you—comfort you—but nothing was helping.

you gave it 5 minutes. 5 minutes after they helped luke off the ice and down to the assessment room, before you were out of your seat, mumbling some excuse to sammy as you left.

you make your way through the tunnels easily, very much used to the area and familiar with the space after many visits with curtis. you find the assessment room easily, the door left open the smallest crack so you're able to subtly peek in—so if someone else is in there with him, you won’t be caught.

but it's just luke, sitting slumped on a doctor like bed with his eyes closed—arms crossed over his chest guard, his jerseys discarded in a sweaty lump on the metal table beside him.

with the coast clear, you push open the door fully, letting it softly swing closed behind you. the sound has luke's eyes fluttering open, and he immediately finds your worried eyes blinking back at him.

you breathe a heavy exhale, a slight wobble in the sound that portrays the emotion crawling up your throat—desperate to be let out. all the fear and stress and worry you've been feeling for the past 6 minutes are coming to a hilt, and you rush towards your boyfriend with a pout pulling at your lips. "are you okay?"

"hey." he mumbles gently, brows pulled tightly as you appear his side. "what are you doing down here?"

you gently take ahold of his face, eyes frantically bouncing around as if you're trying to locate any injuries. "luke, holy shit. I was so scared." tears begin welling in your eyes, bottom lip trembling. “you weren’t moving.”

luke slowly swings his legs over the side of the medical bed, cooing gently. your hands fall from his face in favour of wiping your own, catching the trail of water as it cascades down your cheeks.

luke's hockey pant covered thighs part, creating enough space for you to stand between them. he wraps his arm around you waist, bringing you into his embrace. you go easily, tears continuing to cloud your vision as you fall into his sweaty chest. "i'm sorry I scared you." he mumbles into your hair, pressing a lingering kiss against your forehead.

you shake your head. "are you okay?" you ask again, pulling back just enough to look into his warm eyes. “what did they say?”

"i've got a concussion most likely, but i'll be fine." luke's words are reassuring, and so is the kiss he presses against your cheek. he's coherent, and he's moving—he's okay.

"is there anything you need from me?" you ask gently, pushing his wet curls off his forehead—something you’d always find yourself doing.

luke’s eyes flutter slightly at the comforting action. his soft grin turns boyish, and silently he purses his lips, asking for a kiss.

you roll your eyes gently, but oblige, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. luke sighs pleasantly, parting his lips as he begins to deepen the kiss, pulling your body in tighter.

you smile into it, which allows luke the access to slip his tongue past your bottom lip, and you let him. his hand travels down your back, slowly tickling the expanse of your skin until he's rounding over the curve of your ass, giving your cheek a firm squeeze.

"alright rusty if you're gunna kiss my sister here, the least you could do is not play grab ass while you do it." the sudden voice of curtis has you pulling away, and you turn towards the door in record speed.

you'd been too lost in the trance luke always put you in—to absorbed in his body and lips that you'd missed not only the end of period buzzer echoing throughout the arena, but the door opening behind you.

you're too scared too move—too scared to even blink. you look at curtis with wide eyes, your face void of colour, giving you a lifeless look. and luke's no better, with his mouth opening and closing like a fish and his hand still on your ass cheek—even after you turned around.

you push his hand away and swallow roughly. "curtis...I-we can explain."

your brother shrugs. "there's nothing to explain. I know."

your brows shoot up. "you know?"

curtis nods triumphantly, looking rather pleased with himself. this time it's luke who speaks, swallowing the little salvia lingering in his dry mouth. "what-I-how?" he stutters.

"that night awhile back, when I came to check on you, luke's sweater was on your chair." he looks at you playfully, "I saw the number and I knew."

now you're going red, felling a wave of guilt and embarrassment creep in on you. "i'm sorry."

"we're sorry." luke adds gently. "we shouldn't of kept it a secret."

"I'm not mad—just a little disappointed that I was left out of the loop." then, curtis expression changes, looking at you with a gentle smile. "out of all the guys on this team you could’ve picked...rusty's the best one."

you smile, glancing up at luke.

he meets your gaze, and he wraps his arm around your waist, bringing you back into his side.

"consider yourself in the loop." you chime through an exhale, looking back towards curtis.

"good." he nods, his usual teasing expression back on his face. curtis looks at luke, a brow raised. "so, were you under the bed or in the closet?"

you feel luke stiffen beside you, and you can't help but laugh.

[softsunnyy]

hear me out.. this but with luke https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT2TaVHQN/

"paying for our food with my card to see his reaction"

oh girl, when i tell you, you have to resist the urge to laugh. His face is one of complete confusion, disbelief, and offense. He wants to believe he misheard, but you smile at him, proud of having paid.

“why?” he asked, not meaning to be rude, just genuinely confused, his wallet still in hand, his card halfway out.

“i just wanted to pay, is that okay?” you replied, having to bite your lower lip at the way he frowned.

“i mean… i usually pay for the food,” he continued, still in a low tone, watching your every action, as if you were hiding something.

“yeah, but i wanted to do something nice,” you shrugged.

“thanks, baby, but… it feels wrong, let me pay you back,” he asks, looking at you with wide eyes, a small pout on his lips. This is totally out of his routine.

“no need, Lu, food will be here any minute, let's just eat.”

and he tried to let it go, i swear, but he was constantly looking at you, you could see him out of the corner of your eye, playing with his hands, looking you up and down. Restless.

“Lu, what's wrong?” you laughed a little, turning to look at him. One of your hands caressed his cheek, and he leaned his face against your hand.

“i wanna pay, that's what i do. I wanna spoil you as much as i can. You shouldn't be paying for our food,” he complained, not maliciously, and you felt your heart ache from the love you felt for him.

it's not that you couldn't pay for your things, but Luke loves the idea of ​​spoiling you, of giving you everything you need as much as you'd let him, and paying for food is one of those actions he uses to try to show you that affection, that attention. So even though it was funny to see his offended reaction, you know you won't be able to get away with it again, because as soon as you're distracted, he'll be taking your card and replacing it with his own.

he won't let you pay for anything else if he can help it. And oh, of course he complained when you couldn't stand it and just laughed, confessing that you'd seen it online and wanted to see his reaction. That man demanded kisses and attention for the bad time, and you were more than willing to oblige.

he's just a sweet boy who wants to give you everything he has.

[viennajoell]

Free Agent Energy

Summary: While Luke Hughes waits to be signed, his girlfriend takes full advantage of his “jobless” status

Word Count:427

Warnings: talking of j*bs (this is a joke)

You padded into the living room, hair still wet from the shower, and found Luke sprawled across the couch, Xbox controller in hand, focused like his life depended on it. He didn’t even notice you enter—typical. You smirked and crossed your arms.

“Hey, jobless,” you called, voice laced with mock pity.

Luke paused his game and looked over, brows raised. “Wow. Good morning to you too, sweetheart.”

You walked over and plopped onto the couch beside him. “Just checking in to see how the *unemployment life* is treating you.”

He blinked at you, feigning offense. “Excuse me. I’m a *restricted free agent*. There's a difference.”

“Oh, right,” you said, dramatically. “How silly of me. A *restricted* free agent. That totally changes everything. Should I start a GoFundMe, or...?”

He rolled his eyes and tossed a throw pillow at you. “Keep talking. Maybe the Devils will sign you instead.”

You caught the pillow with a grin. “Honestly? At this point, I might have better odds.”

Luke reached over, pulling you into his lap, despite your laughing protests. “You know, most girlfriends would be supportive.”

“I am supportive,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I support you so much, I’m keeping your ego in check before it floats off to New Jersey without a contract.”

He laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners, and rested his forehead against yours. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know,” you said, smug.

A pause.

“Seriously though,” you added, softening, “I’m proud of you, Luke. You’re gonna get signed soon. I’m just enjoying these last few moments before you officially become too important to pick up your own laundry.”

He leaned in and kissed you, slow and sweet.

“For the record,” he murmured against your lips, “even when I’m signed, you’re still folding my laundry.

You pulled back just enough to smirk. “Then I’m definitely renegotiating my contract.”

[lilhughesy]

°•*⁀➷ YOU & LUKE — streets of ann arbor au thoughts

warnings! slightly suggestive!

times you were caught on the ring doorbell!

- hockey house keeps a ring doorbell just in case

- but like 90% of the time, everyone uses it as a mini vlog camera

- the boys giving each other small updates like:

“on my way to practice, first one leaving because all you fuckers take too long”

“just came back from class… pretty sure i slept through the whole thing so i think i gotta convince bear somehow to give me her notes… if you guys have ideas on how to convince her, please let me know”

“yall im piss drunk rn- i dont even know if im making it to my room”

- but on some occasions, there’s a thing or two caught on the camera that definitely was not meant to be

- and it’s always you and luke together

- although there’s a few times where you are caught saying something out of pocket when you’re with one of the other guys

- especially when you’re with mackie or rutger

- or the one time you were with luca…

“Luca like he gave me a look!” You exclaimed as the two of you approached the front door before pausing momentarily, “Like, I’ve had these feelings for Luke for so long and I don’t know if we’re just hooking up or if he actually likes me too!”

Luca’s eyes widened slightly as he searched for his keys in his different pockets, “Like what kind of look?”

You imitated the look by giving a small smile with softened eyes filled with admiration and love, “This kind of look!”

“Oh girl, he definitely likes you if he looked at you like that,” Luca chuckled while pulling out his lanyard with various keys on it before a voice spoke out of the small ring doorbell,

“You and Lukey are fucking?!!” Mark’s voice exclaimed from the small speaker, though he spoke so loudly that it broke up a bit, “I have that shit on camera! That’s proof!”

You glanced at Luca before your entire face turned bright red, “Mark, I swear to god!”

“No, no, no- I have that on video! I fucking knew it, now come inside and tell me everything!!” Mark’s voice rang out again as Luca opened the front door.

Your head dropped as you slowly walked through the door and past Luca, who only gave you a short comforting pats on your upper back,

“Good job.”

“Shut up, Luca.”

- that was embarrassing but luckily when you caught mark up on your situation, he deleted the video from the camera’s history

- so hopefully, luke didn’t see it either

- after that you tried being more careful on what you say in front of the camera

- especially when you’re talking with luca, mark, rut, or ethan

- who were the ones who were more aware of the situation you were in

- but sometimes you couldn’t keep your excitement hidden and you forgot about the little ring camera

You quickly slipped on your shoes, carefully not to be seen by the other hockey players after leaving Luke’s room. You had spent the night with him at the hockey house for once — something the two of you rarely did since you had your own place. Which guaranteed privacy for the two of you, but after studying late into the night together, he told you to spend the night rather than going home so late.

And as usually, things happened between the two of you.

You quietly opened the front door and softly closed it behind you, hoping that no one would’ve heard your movements.

You sighed, relieved that you got out of the house without being caught. Your shoulders relaxed as your mind went back to the things Luke had whispered into your ear last night and even early in the morning. The low rasp of his morning voice mixed with the words he spoke, had your stomach doing flips and your heart racing.

Your arms wrapped around your middle as you bounced lightly on the balls of your feet, feeling giddy and happy at the thought of Luke. It was the same feeling that you felt as a young teenager with your first crush.

“Oh my god,” You giggled as your hands formed small fists to your sides to squeeze out your excitement, “Is he even real?”

You paced on the small spot on the front porch as you danced with the memories of the night before, of his strong biceps bracketing your head and the soft kisses he left on your hot skin.

The screen of your phone lit up with a text notification from Luke,

lukey pookie: Sorry that you had to leave so fast :( I hate hiding you but you know how these guys are

lukey pookie: I had a great time with you :) You’re amazing and perfect in every way <3 See you later?

You reread the messages a few times over before jumping a few small jumps. As your heart soared at his texts, your cheeks were sore from smiling and they were dusted a light shade of pink.

“Luke Hughes, the things you do to me!” You breathed out before typing out a response and walking away from the front door to head back to your place.

As you were walking you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, with a notification

eddie!!: No way you and Hughes fucked when we were ALL home and sleeping

eddie!!: Idk if I should applaud you guys or be disgusted for that

eddie!!: And stop forgetting that we have a Ring Camera!!!!

eddie!!: Also it’s adorable how happy Luke makes you, it makes me happy that you two found each other. You guys deserve it. You make him just as happy btw

- and from there you basically stopped saying anything in front of the door to the hockey house

- you didn’t want to risk ANYTHING

- whether it be the guys finding out more about you and luke, or luke seeing how giddy you get at the thought of him

- but just because you were extra careful around the ring doorbell, doesn’t mean the rest of the guys were

It was late at night and you had spent your evening at the hockey house since Tyler and Dylan were cooking dinner and insisted that you joined. The entire evening was filled with laughter and sneaky little glances at Luke, and Luke stealing a few touches here and there when no one else was looking. Whether it be a squeeze to your thigh, hands on your hips as he walked behind you, or the backs of your hands brushing against each other.

Luke, as always, offered to walk you home afterwards — which you were never one to decline. He opened the front door for you, motioning with his head for you to exit the home first. You stepped out, immediately being greeted by the crisp night breeze and the gentle light from the small lamp hanging above the front door. Luke closed the door behind him and flipped his cap to be backwards on his head.

He gave you the same small smile with the sparkle in his blue eyes as he looked down at you, fully admiring you without hesitation.

“Hey,” He said softly, “It’s finally just you and me.”

You reciprocated the same smile back at the tall hockey player, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“So, I guess I can finally do this.”

His left hand gently cupped your waist as he carefully guided you towards the outer wall of the house, pining you against it with his right arm supporting his weight above your head. Luke had his eyes fixated on you, his pupils dilated while you took a sharp inhale as you back contacted the siding.

The hand on your waist slowly travelled up your side, his fingers just barely skimming over you as they made their way to hold your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” Luke asked, his voice just slightly above a whisper.

You nodded eagerly, “Please.”

His eyes softened as his gaze melted with yours before he leaned down to press a kiss on your lips. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck with your wrists crossing behind his head as you pulled him closer.

“I’ve been dying to do that all night,” He mumbled against your lips before pecking you again, “Just can’t do it with all the guys around.”

You giggled, feeling your cheeks getting warmer, “You should stay the night at mine.”

“You think?”

“You fuckers forget we have the ring camera!” Tyler’s voice rang out from the door, “Y’all need to get a room and it better not be Hughes’ room inside this house!”

Luke covered your body with his larger one from the camera, in attempts to minimize your embarrassment, “Oh shut the fuck up, T Dukes- Why the fuck are you even watching the cameras anyways?”

“You better be safe and wrap it tonight!” Mackie chimed in with a snicker, “Can’t have baby Hughes running around just yet!”

“Fuck off Mackie!” Luke groaned as he guided you down the steps, “Y’all need to get a life and stop stalking mine!” He added as the two of you walked down the driveway.

You burst into a fit of giggles as you got further away from the house, “They definitely know now.”

“I think they’ve known for a while honestly,” Luke chuckled before pressing a kiss to your hair as his fingers reached to intertwine with yours.

[letsgetrowdy43]

blurb idea:

luke being overly affectionate and his family/ friends have never seen him like that?

I love this idea nonnie!!

I think maybe it is a family friend's wedding, and Luke is just absolutely in his feels. Like there is so much love in the air, and he's just getting emotional about one day marrying the love of his life!

His hands are everywhere but to himself (in a family-friendly way ofc), constantly holding his girl as close as possible to him, or squeezing her hand.

Something quite literally takes over him. And to her, this is just normal Luke, loving, outspoken, clingy, her version of Luke.

He even gets the nerve to bring her on the dance floor and slow dance with her at some point which has the entirety of his extended family watching with raised brows as he's smiling and twirling the girl around and around.

At some point, Luke goes off to congratulate the groom and get another beer while his girlfriend sits quietly at their table. She's across from Jim, who she has found very reserved, but he has this look on his face saying that he has something to say.

"I don't think I've seen him so happy," he said looking at the girl whose face immediately turned red.

"Luke?"

"I used to think he took after me, but I'm starting to see a bit of Ellen in him when he's around you," he said with such clear sincerity, which caused the embarrassment to fade and softness to take over.

it's a simple sentiment, but it holds a lot more weight than the older man lets on.

"Well, I'm glad you think he's happy, I hope I can give him even a sliver of the happiness that he gives me," she smiled and he gave one back in return.

"You do, It's written all over his face."

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Sorry this took me hours to write, I started it but had stop and to pack for my flight tmr!!

[fiastomatocheek]

SNOOPY KISSED SOMEONE THAT WASN’T MOMMY?

pair: dad!luke hughes x f!reader

genre: fluff, family humor, slice of life, domestic dad!luke hughes

warnings: none, just fluffy dramatics, toddler sass, soft parenting, and too much cuteness.

summary: it’s summer, and that means deep lucy-and-snoopy bonding time over dolls and fake tea parties… until you come back from folding laundry and witness something you never expected, lucy and luke’s very first fight.

fia’s note: this was an idea that had been sitting in my drafts since april on my old blog @mattrempeswife. i only just found it and finally got around to polishing it up and reposting it here. it wasn’t originally written for dad!luke, but as i reread it, i realized luke would fit the scenario so much better.

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You’d just finished folding a basket of laundry in the bedroom and were heading back to the living room where Luke and Lucy had been peacefully playing a few minutes ago.

Before you left, Lucy had been deep in her pretend world, assigning Luke all the ‘important business lady’ roles in her dollhouse scenario. He was apparently the boss of the bakery, the town mayor, and the father of five tiny dolls named ‘Princess Strawberry,’ ‘Maya’ ‘Maya’s twin,’ ‘Little Snoopy,’ and ‘Mommy, but Tiny.’

All was well.

Until you returned and without question, the cutest moment you’d ever seen.

Lucy sat on the living room rug with her back to Luke, arms tightly folded, her dolls were ignored and Luke sat behind her looking like he was in timeout, poking at her back with a stuffed bear, whispering.

“Luce… hey. Luce. Don’t be mad. C’mon, you love my funny voices…”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Uh oh… What did you do?” you asked, drying your hands.

Lucy whirled around the second she heard you and ran straight toward your legs, throwing her arms around you like you’d just rescued her from a broken heart. She sniffled dramatically into your sweatpants.

“Poor Mommy.” Lucy said.

“Oh Luce,” you said softly, crouching.

“What happened, little lady? Did Snoopy break your dollhouse?”

She shook her head hard, curls bouncing. “No…”

“Did Snoopy eat your candy again?”

Another shake, this time with a sniffle. “Worse.”

Luke stood, rubbing his neck. “Okay, wait. I can explain—”

“Explain what?” you asked, amused.

“She asked if I ever dated anyone before you. I said yes. Then she asked if I kissed anyone else before you.” He winced.

“I also said yes. That was the moment I lost my daughter’s trust, apparently.”

You turned to Lucy, brushing her hair back gently.

“Baby, is that why you’re upset?”

Her bottom lip trembled. “He kissed someone else, Mommy.”

Her voice cracked like she was the heroine of a romance novel.

“And it wasn’t you.”

You bit your tongue to keep from laughing. “That… did happen before I met Daddy, sweetheart.”

Lucy gasped and looked up at you. “You kissed someone else too, Mommy?”

Luke made a yikes face.

“Well… yes,” you said gently.

“But then we met and all those people didn’t matter anymore. We picked eachother.”

Lucy pulled away, arms still folded.

“I thought you were eachother’s first loves. Like in the books! Or like Princess Strawberry and Mayor Guy!”

Luke crouched in front of her.

“Luce, listen to me. I didn’t even know Mommy yet back then. But the moment I met her? Game over. No one else has even come close.”

Lucy narrowed her eyes like she was trying to decide if this was forgivable.

Luke continued, trying to sweeten the deal. “Mommy is my only love now. Forever. Forever-ever. I even wrote it in my vows and everything.”

“You also said you’d let me paint your toenails and you forgot last week,” Lucy mumbled, bitter.

Luke gasped. “Low blow, Hughes. You’re keeping receipts now?”

Lucy sniffled again and looked up at him, expression serious.

“So… if someone prettier than Mommy comes and wants to kiss you, what do you do?”

“Easy,” Luke replied. “I say no. And I run away and scream, ‘I LOVE MY WIFE AND MY LUCE!’ Very dramatically.”

You burst out laughing.

Lucy still didn’t look convinced. “What if… What if she brings cookies?”

Luke’s eyes widened. “Oh. Dang. Cookies?”

“Yeah. Like chocolate chip. The warm gooey kind.”

He tilted his head. “You drive a hard bargain, Luce.”

Lucy poked him in the chest. “You say no, Daddy. No cookies. No other girls.”

Luke nodded solemnly. “No cookies. No girls. Only you and Mommy. Forever. Scout’s honor.”

“Were you ever a scout?” she asked, suspicious.

“No, but I am very tall and have an honest face.”

Finally, she cracked. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“You still mad?” Luke asked, leaning in.

Lucy sighed. “Only a little.”

Luke opened his arms wide. “Hug truce?”

She paused… and then slowly fell into him with all the weight of someone accepting a great burden.

“Fine. But Snoopy, you owe me two tea parties, nail polish.”

Luke lifted her into his lap. “Done. Done. And done.”

“Also,” Lucy said, glancing over at you, “I’m still glad you picked Mommy. She’s prettier than everyone else. Even that girl on the cereal box.”

Luke looked over at you and smiled, soft and sure.

“Yeah. Me too, Luce.”

That night, after you tucked Lucy into bed and quietly closed her door, you returned to your bedroom, lay down next to Luke, one arm behind his head, and let out a low chuckle.

“She really thought we were each other’s first love, huh?” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled, turning your head to look at him.

“She still kind of does.”

Then you added with a fond sigh, “She’s such a curious little six-year-old… and now she knows exactly how to keep her Mommy and Snoopy in line.”

Luke smiled widely.

“She’s already better at running this house than either of us.”

You laughed with him, the sound melting into the warmth of the room.

“And you know,” you added teasingly, “whenever Luce calls you Daddy instead of Snoopy… there’s definitely something wrong.”

Luke groaned dramatically, burying his face into your shoulder.

“That’s exactly how I knew I messed up,” he said through a muffled laugh.

“The second she said ‘Daddy,’ I was like, ‘Oh no. I’ve committed a crime in the eyes of Lucy Hughes.’”

You snorted. “A crime called ‘dating someone before Mommy.’”

“Guilty as charged,” Luke muttered. “But in my defense, I was like… sixteen.”

“She doesn’t care,” you smirked. “To her, you’ve only ever loved one woman in your entire life.”

Luke smiled, his voice softer now. “Honestly? That’s kind of how it feels anyway.”

You looked at him, heart catching a little at his words.

“Good save, Snoopy.”

He leaned over and kissed your temple.

“Best truth I ever told.”

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Hi, lovelies. Thank you for the new Lukey requests!!! 😘 However, @ajuice-matts sent such whorish thoughts as soon as Lukey photo dump dropped!! Her thots are included IN the fic with lots of my own spins. This is like a collab 🤩💙💙💙 Also, watch me write more thoughts for Lukey as a reward for his good photo dump. Sucks for you, Quinnifer! jk...

In Summer

Summary: Being left behind in the lakehouse, you spent your day resting, while Hugheses went golfing. When Luke arrived home, he can't stop himself from feeling horny by the way you look.

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Mentioned Oral Sex (f receiving), Unprotected Sex, Tanlines (idk if i need to put it here lmao), Dual POV.

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You stretch underneath the covers, yawning to shake off the of your sleep. When you sit up, you instantly remember Luke and the rest of the Hugheses are off golfing. You purposedly stay, because you are so spent after last night. You put all the blame on Luke who has spent hours eating you out.

He didn't even fuck you, choosing to hump the bed and fuck his fist, praising you for every time you released on his tongue. It was so hard to keep your voice low. You were biting at your pillow, at your knuckle, while Luke aggressively sucked your clit, gulping your arousal and your cum, fucking your pussy with his three long and thick fingers.

You can still feel  the delightful ache between your legs. You can still feel his dried up cum on your leg, when you sit up. Automatically, your eyes trail to the nightstand and see the note he left. Luke always writes you letters and notes whenever he leaves when you're asleep. With a smile on your lips, swinging your legs over the edge, you pick and pen the neatly folded note.

Luke's handwriting is a mess but not too messy to be negligible. It's cute. it said:

"Good Morning, sweetheart. We're off to golf. I prepared you a plate for breakfast. I also made sandwiches for lunch, just in case. I love you. -Luke"

As always, your stomach does the flips when you read those three words, your fingers tracing over them. You feel warm, incredibly so and giddy, that you can't stop yourself from kissing over his name, your cheeks burning. You love him too. Extremely.

The letter is a massive energy boost for the day. You send Luke a text that you're awake, instantly envisioning his soft smile when he reads it.

Then you took a very long shower. While conditioning your hair, you decide what you want to do for the day.

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Luke grins when he receives your text. He loves it whenever you sleep in because it means he exhausted you. He can't help it. You taste so good on his tongue.

Although, your pathetic attempt to silence your moans were ineffective, because Jack glared at him during breakfast, ranting about common decency to keep it the fuck down especially at two in the morning. He probably needs to put the soundproofing foam on the wall again, because the conversation is so awkward. Everybody knows exactly who Jack was ranting about, because Luke's the only one with a girlfriend over. Quinn laughed, snickering like an absolute fool, muttering his disbelief and relief that he doesn't share a wall with Luke. His Mom and Dad were both shaking their heads, trying to make him feel better by not entertaining Jack's rants and averting their gazes.

It was embarrassing for his family to be up in his business. And of course, Jack didn't ease, turning the whole rant into outright teasing. Luke could only sigh his defeat then, standing up to fix you a plate of breakfast and preparing a few various sandwiches for you, while the tips of his ears turning absolutely red. He was burning, only calming down when he scribbled on a note for you, even more when he pressed a kiss on your cheek that had you mumbling and calling his name.

"What are you grinning about, huh?" Jack asks, steering right, following Quinn's golf cart where their parents are.

"She's awake," Luke softly says, typing his good morning greeting for you.

"Ah," Jack nods. "Tell her I say good morning." A long stretch of silence comes down on both of them. "You better mind your noise, Luke. I was trying to sleep."

"Stop bringing it up, man," Luke groans, flushing hard, fighting off Jack's elbow that's nudging his abdomen.He grumbles, "Just drop it. What the fuck."

They bicker. Luke goes on about his privacy and that his brother better not tease you, while Jack rants whatever he said during breakfast and threatens that he'll only tease Luke. By the time they pulled over, they're, once again, enveloped in a long and awkward silence.

Jack quietly says, "I'm gonna help you set up your foam boards."

"Okay, thanks," is all Luke can reply.

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After your shower and breakfast, you throw all your used clothes and Luke's in laundry bags and into their washing machine. You give yourself a pat on the back for doing the chore that Luke's doing every other day.

When you change into your bikini, you realize you have got nothing else to wear. All your coverups are stuffed into a specific flower-printed laundry net and none of your clothes feel the right vibe. So, you find yourself rummaging through Luke's closet—through his part because he made space for you—cheering victoriously when you spot a cute short-sleeved button up that'll pair well with your bikini.

You stuff your bag with your book, sunblock and the sandwiches Luke made for you before you go to the dock with a towel in your arms.

"Just gonna swim," you text Luke as you settle your things on your reclined chair.

"Be careful, sweets," he instantly replies.

You enjoy your alone time. After days of full socializing with the Hugheses, you need it. It's not like you don't like hanging out with them. You just need to be alone, to recharge, to swim, to sunbathe, and to progress with your reading list.

So, you do.

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Luke still feels work up and high from golf after winning against his brothers as he pulls into the driveway. It's always competitive with his family. And he won.

Every moment from your mini updates, he's losing it. He wants to hug you, to kiss you, to just be with you. Several hours feel like an eternity without you. Maybe he should've dragged you with them. Maybe. He misses you so much.

He doesn't bother with his equipment, planning to go straight to where you are, freezing when he hears you. He finds you greeting hia parents, waving at his brothers, as they head in. You turn towards him, smiling at him. You look amazing. Holy shit.

He quickly grabbed his golf bag, discretely putting it over his fucking hard-on, because he can't be normal.

Not when you're wearing nothing but your bikini and his shirt. Not when your hair looks messy—in a good way while slightly damp. Not when your skin is literally glowing with a tan that looks incredibly good on you. Not when his eyes keep getting drawn to the way your tits look fucking delectable by the way you put on your bikini on. Not when he notices the flush dusting your cheeks as you stare at him with those eyes.

He gulps hard. His mouth feels dry as fuck as you made your way to him. As your hand nudges the bag away, he drops it to the side. As your hands grip his shirt, running over his chest, his abdomen, sliding around to give him a hug.

He instantly holds you, melting into your arms, kissing your head, pressing his nose over your hair, breathing you in. You smell like the sun and your sweet-smelling sunblock lotion.

As you hug him tighter, he knew that he's fucked.

You slightly parted from him so you can look up to meet his darkening gaze, keeping your bodies tightly together. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah," he says, his voice dropping a couple of octaves deeper. "Did you?"

"Mmhmm." You nod. Your innocent smile turns into a smirk, mischief glinting in your eyes, as you press against him firmer. "I feel you, Lukey."

Luke grits his teeth, his hand moving over your ass, giving you a playful squeeze, groaning at your silent moan. He can feel the lines of your skimpy bikini. He wonders how your tan lines look—

With the sound of your name being called, he remembers where he is, where both of you are. He huffs when you push off him, pouting when you pat his chest to appease him.

"Honey, what do you like for dinner?" His mom asks you.

Luke turns away, hiding his situation, not bothering joining the conversation, greedily taking in the softness and cheeriness of your voice while talking to his mom. You're so sweet and adorable.

He takes his stuff in, untucking his shirt to hide his hardon, trying to shake away his arousal. He is failing miserably, especially when you walk in, brushing your hair over your shoulder, his eyes homing to your tits again. They look incredible. A hundred out of ten or something.

Why the fuck is he suddenly rating your tits instead of looking away?

He needs to calm the fuck down.

He pours a glass of water, even going as far as putting ice in it. He drinks it—downs it like he's been thirsty for days—only for you pop up next to him, your hand sliding over his back. Shivers run down his spine. He swallows his groan, his eyes slamming shut, when your other hand grips over his so you can drink from his cup.

"Thanks, Lukey," you giggle, sounding so innocent when you're not, stepping away with your hands behind your back.

He's done. Luke looks around, finding his family outside, watching you spin around to head there. Oh, no, you're not going to run away. Not after you teased him.

He grabs your hand, signaling you to shut it with a finger to his lips. Your eyes sparkle when he tugs you to the nearest bathroom, making sure no one notices as he pushes you in, clicking the lock in place. He wastes no time slamming you against the door, kissing you, sliding his tongue past your lips, shuddering at the taste of mint on your tongue. It's just mint yet he can't get enough. It's never enough. It won't ever be.

He grinds his hard-on on you, groaning when your fingers tug at his curls like you want to pull them from their roots. He doesn't mind. Everything he has is yours anyway.

"You should be quiet," he says as he traces his kisses to your jaw, down to your neck, pushing your—his—shirt over one shoulder. "Okay?" He licks along the column of your neck, groaning when you nod. "That's my good girl, but we'll see." He teases the strap of your bikini, marveling at the tan line on your skin. "You're beautiful."

"Oh, Luke," you shudder as he moves you to bend over the counter, making you plant your hands on the counter. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, gasping when he grinds on your clothed pussy, whining when his huge hands palm your tits. "Please. I wanna touch you too."

"Later." He tugs the string of your top, watching how your tits spill out. Your nipples turned into pebbled peaks as he tugs and plays with them. Nipping your earlobes, kissing your neck, he grins when you grind back, biting your lip so hard. "Love your tan."

"T-thanks," you stumble on your word, sighing and whining as he lets go of your tits. "No, touch me. Touch me, Luke."

"Quiet," he shushes, straightening to discard his shirt because it's fucking hot, gripping your hips to keep you from moving. "I told you not to tease me." He licks his lips as he slides a finger under your bikini bottoms, lightly tugging it from your skin to see the tan lines on your ass. "Such a skimpy bikini. Exactly what a tease would wear, huh?"

"It's a style." You panted, sweat dripping down your temple. "A vibe."

Luke chuckles, sliding your bikini to the side, his eyes never leaving yours, smirking when you let out a whimper.

"Sure, a vibe," he nods, almost laughing at how your eyebrows curved like you're going to cry any moment. He undoes his shorts while sliding his fingers along your folds. "So fucking wet.Is this a vibe too?" He grazed your clit that has you standing on your toes. "It must be, right?"

He can feel your pussy quivering as he slides his aching cock against your glistening folds, feeling your pussy leaking and coating his cock. You feel so good and he's still inside you. Why didn't he fuck you last night? He missed out.

As he slides into your heat, he swears he can still taste your pussy. Later. He can eat you out again later.

He fucks into you hard, shuddering at the feel of your pussy around his cock. Every tremble, every quiver, every fucking squeeze is sending his mind into a frenzy especially as your moans freely spill out.

With the hand he used to feel your pussy, he cranes your head towards him. "Sweetheart. Fuck, you need to be quiet," he groans, before kissing you, swallowing your pathetic whines. "Quiet." Luke is saying that to you but also to himself.

You two are noisy. The obscene wet sound of skin slapping is loud as much as your mixed groans and moans. It's music to his ears. You are both bound to be caught, but the more he fucks you, the more he doesn't care.

"You feel so good," he groans into your shoulder, his hand engulfing one of yours, fingers intertwining.His other hand presses over your lower abdomen. "So good, sweetheart."

You sob, nodding helplessly, as you fuck into him. "Please, Luke." Your walls do the familiar pulses that signify your impending release. "I'mclosei'msoclosesoclose. Pleasepleaseplease."

"I know." He kisses your neck, rolling his hips, fucking you harder and harder, wincing as his cock grows impossibly harder for every fucking stroke. "I got you. Just let go. I'm here."

And just like that, you come, your walls clenching around him like vice, drawing his own orgasm, making his eyes darken at the edges. Every spurt of his cum into your greedy pussy has him gasping for breath, has him desperate for more kisses, has him whining to have your lips on his.

"Kiss me, please. Please," he begs, sighing when you do. He rests his forehead against yours, feeling so warm as your breaths mix. "I love you."

"I love you too, Lukey." You smile, kissing the tip of his nose. "So much."

"So much," he echoes, clumsily fixing your bikini top and your shirt, biting his lip at the slightest clench of your pussy. "Where'd you get this?" He asks about the shirt as a distraction as he pulls out of you.

Both of you gasp. Luke can barely think straight when you immediately fixed your bottoms, not letting any of his cum spill. He gulps his curse, because his cock twitches, starting to harden pathetically, as he tucks himself into his briefs, fixing his shorts. Yeah, he may need to lock himself in his room. He's still fucking horny. No way he's going to think about anything other than his cum in your pussy. Are you insane? Do you know what you do to him—

"It was tucked next to your university shirts. Do you like it on me, Lukey?" You say as you fix your bikini top, your face looking freshly fucked in the most beautiful way.

"Yes." Luke gulps, freezing when you snatch his phone from his pocket. "What are you doing?" He glances at his discarded shirt.

"Let's take a picture." You grin.

Luke learns not to question you. He barely has any time to because you're already pointing the camera to the mirror. Hurriedly, he slides his arms around you, his back slumping as he tries to hide behind you. That makes you laugh, so he buries his face in your hair, peeking out as you snap your pictures.

"Why are you acting shy, Lukey?" You chuckle, your hand patting his. "You just fucked me."

He shakes his head, refusing to answer your silly question, because it is silly and he feels so annoyed with himself because the pictures look great and it is making him turned on. Again!

He's about to say something when someone—Jack—knocks on the door like he's planning to kick it down. "Are you both serious?! Get out!"

"Ugh, he's so annoying," Luke groans, turning on the exhaust, grumbling when you take his shirt and help him put it on. "He's being annoying since morning."

"Yeah?" You oblige his rant, quickly spraying a raspberry-scented air freshener.

"Yes." He crosses his arms, leaning his hip against the counter, marveling how you fixing your hair. Louder, he repeats, "He's so annoying!"

"I heard that!" Jack shouts back. "Get out! I need to fucking pee."

"There are literally other bathrooms, Jack," Luke grits.

"I want to pee in this one. Keep you both from doing bad things!" Jack yells to which Luke rolls his eyes at. "Get. Out."

You laugh, squeezing Luke's cheek, before you tug at his hand. You whisper, "Let's head up."

Just like that his frown eases. Jack, being annoying, finally stops pressing on his nerves. He follows you, ignoring his brother who's ranting about fuck knows what, not minding anything else other than you. You're the only one important in his eyes.

When your steps hasten, his does too.

When you lock his door, you let go of his hand to head to his bed, sitting on the edge with your legs crossing. Then your eyes signaled him to come, so he does.

When you point at your feet, he drops to his knees.

His hands find your shins, guiding them to uncross and to spread so he can get closer to where you want him, because he knows what you want him to do.

His mouth waters as you slide your bikini bottoms to the side like he did.

Then he dives in.

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hole in one | luke hughes

SUMMARY: when luke stumbles into your work, playing a round of golf with his friends, asking you out isn’t the only par he’s hitting

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader | warnings: noneeee | wordcount: 2.6k

author's note: she has risen! sorry for the long note, but oh my gosh, you guys i am so sorry for falling off the face of the earth and not posting for what was almost TWO MONTHS (trust me it ate me alive). life got so busy for me, with work and social plans that i didn’t have the energy nor time to sit down and write, and for a while i really struggled with inspiration. my two fav girls hallie @lilhughesy & isa @isaadore are such amazing ppl that inspire me everyday and are so supportive of me and my writing, i don’t think i would have been able to write something without them. i am fortunate enough to have gathered enough of my creativity to put together this fic, and i find it so cutesy and adorable, i hope you guys love it, pls validate me, ok love you bye

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You were busy— or so you would like to think— when you heard the mdoor open, feeling the rush of warm, humid summer heat pass through, and when you looked up to greet the next round of golfers, one immediately caught your attention.

He was tall, had messy curly hair that was restrained by the hat on his head and he wore a white polo shirt, along with khaki shorts and a white pair of golf shoes.

His clubs were slung over his shoulder, his arm securing the weight with a hold on the strap, while he tilted his head to see under the brim of his hat as he walked up to your desk.

You were used to welcoming in a fair share of your stereotypical golfers, prominent tan lines, rich laughs– the whole ordeal that came alongside working at a private golf course, but something about the tall brunette that had walked in intrigued you.

A member of his group approached you, reading out their tee time and name along with the number of golfers in the group, and you gave the group a run down of the rules and instructions. And while doing so, you couldn't help but feel the certain someone's gaze lingering as you spoke.

"And as usual, there's a number on the golf cart to call us up front if you need any help hitting anything under par," You joked, effortlessly hitting your go-to one-liner that caused a chain reaction of boisterous laughs from older groups of men.

The group laughed and thanked you, accepting the rental keys to the carts before escorting each other to the depot to begin their round.

While you reached for your water to quench your drying throat, you noticed one member hadn't followed his group out, that just so happened to be the tall brunette that caught your attention– and immediately your brows furrow in concern.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" You asked politely, smiling brightly and letting your customer service persona guide you through the conversation.

He shook his head, "Oh no, sorry, I was just wondering if you had any extra tees I could snag off you, I left mine at home." He questioned, shifting weight nervously between his feet.

You nodded eagerly, "Of course! Yeah! Here," You say, reaching for the extra bags of tees, put together for easy accessibility to the golfers and handing him the bag– your attention being sent to the brush of your fingers against his own.

"Great, thanks..." The brunette paused, his eyes now searching yours.

Your smile grew wider, flustered by his unexpected gesture.

"Y/n."

"Thanks, Y/n. Maybe I'll see you around." He thanked, walking backward before exiting through the doors to catch up with the others in his group.

You awkwardly nod and wave goodbye, confused by his antics, but nonetheless continue to work away, every so often watching the time pass by— knowing soon enough that the same brunette would be back in no time.

To your luck, the rest of your shift passed quickly and smoothly, with no crazy obstacles appearing along the way, and an efficient closing up for the night.

But as the clock further spun, you began to realize you hadn't come across the unknown brunette from before, a sinking feeling growing in your stomach in disappointment.

You knew you had gotten in your own head and created this idea that he would magically reappear, but as you watched the clock soon approach the hour that the country club would close, the realization had sunk in that the encounter you had hours ago, was a mere glimpse of what could have been.

As you turn to head to the staff room to collect your belongings, you hear the door rattle as it usually does when someone pulls on the handle to open it. Turning your head, ready to relay the same information to the last round of golfers that tried to come in for dinner after their eighteen holes, but to your surprise, it was only one golfer– the one and only golfer you had wished to see. 

"Hey, Y/n, right?" He called out, chest heaving as if he had just come running to the building. The air had gotten caught in your throat when your eyes met the familiar brown ones of the unknown golfer from hours ago.

You turned your body fully to face him, hands resting on your hips. "Yeah, how can I help?" You asked skeptically, eyes squinting in confusion.

The brunette stood taller in his stance, rolling his shoulders back as if he were preparing himself, "Oh, I just wanted to catch you before we both left, I uh– wanted to know if I could get your number, and maybe take you out sometime." He smiled awkwardly, his cheeks flushing with pink as he chewed on his bottom lip and fumbled with his own fingers.

A smile grew on your face and the spin that your stomach did at the question didn't go unnoticed.

You walk towards him, pulling out your phone and handing it to him with the contacts app open, "Sure, yeah. Here you go." You offer and you watch him nervously type in his number and name before handing it back to you, the once nervous smile now fading into a confident grin.

"I gotta get going, the boys are gonna wonder where I went. I'll text you, 'kay?" He said as he slowly walked backwards towards the entrance, and you couldn't help the grin on your face from spreading farther as his eyes never left yours.

"Sounds good," You paused, glancing down at your phone that's screen displayed his name for you to call, "Luke. I'll see you around." You smiled, letting out a breath of relief after successfully opening an opportunity for you to get to know the once mysterious man.

You proceed to grab your things from the staff room and head out for the night, making sure to text the new number in your phone with your name and a smiley face beside it.

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It didn't take long for your phone to chime with a notification from Luke. It was the next day when he had texted you asking when you were free next, mentioning how he would be in town for a couple more weeks before flying back out to New Jersey where he currently lived.

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks ache from smiling so hard at the messages being exchanged, and soon enough, it was agreed upon by each of you that he would pick you up Friday evening and take you to the local driving range.

You took in your appearance one last time in the mirror before checking your phone to see the text that he had arrived, your feet carrying you eagerly down the stairs to your front door. 

The knock on the door echoed through your quiet living room, and you waited a few moments before unlocking the door and slowly swinging it open to reveal the man you couldn't wait to see.

"Hey, how's it going?" He said politely, hands in his pocket as he swayed on his feet.

"I'm good– I'm excited. I haven't been to the range all summer because of work." You smiled, stepping outside and closing the door behind you.

"Well hopefully you don't have your work cut out for you," He chuckled his hand coming up behind you to the small of your back as he guided you towards his jeep that was parked on the side of the road.

"Is that a challenge?" You quipped, raising an eyebrow at his comment, only to see Luke shrug in response as he walked around to the driver's side of his vehicle.

He unlocked his car, swiftly opened the trunk where his clubs were laid, and followed you to the side of your house, insisting to carry your clubs with ease, much to your protest.

Soon enough the two of you were on your way to the driving range with the windows rolled down and music playing through the speakers at a comfortable volume.

When you got to the driving range, it was another playful argument over who would carry your clubs for you, and yet again, you were left following behind him, empty-handed with your arms crossed over your chest in dismay.

He gracefully asked for two buckets of golf balls, letting you carry those for your own peace of mind, and guided you to the last two open slots of the range.

Setting up, you both got ready to swing, adjusting your stances and leveraging your golf balls far out into the field.

That went on for a few minutes, before you each paused to grab some water– the warm summer heat adding to the exercise.

"So, when did you decide you were gonna ask for my number?" You asked as you sat next to him on the bench, taking a sip from your water bottle.

Luke chuckled, glancing down to his lap before meeting your eyes. "As soon as we walked in that day." He answered shyly.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, "Really? And it took you a whole five hours and eighteen holes of golf to actually do it?" You asked through a laugh, nudging his side playfully.

His eyes squinted, "Hey, I can't help it, we had a tee time to get to, and plus, I didn't know how you would respond, so I needed time to think it through." He reasoned.

“Well I’m glad you thought it through,” You said as you nodded your head, understanding, before standing up and taking your driver to the slot of fake grass, placing the tee into the mat and adjusting your stance to prepare to swing.

Luke cleared his throat, quickly standing up after you and walking towards you, "Woah, here let me help you with your form." He offered, hands reaching out to you. You stood up straight from your leaned over position, brows furrowing teasingly.

"What, are you saying that I have bad form? I work at a golf course for crying out loud." You joked, letting out a laugh.

Luke's eyes widened, quickly shaking his head, "No, no, no. You have great form– perfect actually." He stuttered. "Let me just help a tiny bit."

You nodded, going back to your previous position. Luke walked up behind you, his tall figure hovering over you, making you feel small against him. Heat grew to your cheeks when you felt his arms slide over your own, lightly gripping at your wrists to adjust your grip, the feeling of his back against your own not going unnoticed.

Your breath was caught in your throat as he softly mumbled corrections into your ear, telling you to slightly shift your weight, followed by a "there you go."

"'Kay, now try that." He prompted, stepping back to allow you to swing, and when the club came in contact with the tiny white golfball, the sound that echoed through the driving range was enough to have heads turned, watching the ball soar far into the field.

You couldn't believe it, it had to have been your best shot ever in the time you had been golfing. In disbelief, your head shot back to where Luke stood, a wide grin on his face at the outcome.

"Did you just see that? That was the farthest I've ever hit!" You exclaimed, jumping up in excitement, rushing over to Luke and engulfing him in a hug.

His hands came to wrap around your waist, hugging you tight for your accomplishment, before delicately pulling you away from him to meet your eyes.

"See? I didn't think you had bad form, just needed the Luke touch to make it ten times better." He smirked teasingly, making your eyes roll. You couldn't help but feel the sensation light through you at the feeling of his hands resting on your waist, and being so close to him, it was as if you were pulled into this trance of pure bliss.

Blinking, you were pulled back to reality, smiling widely at your own achievement before reaching a hand over your head to high five him.

The night went on for a while longer, getting a few more practice swings in before your buckets were empty and you both were ready to call it a day.

When you got into the jeep, the sun was just setting, leaving the sky a glowing orange and yellow colour, catching your attention.

"Look at the sky, ugh– it's so beautiful." You compliment, staring out the window of Luke's jeep.

You turn back to Luke, who's already watching you, a soft smile written on his face. "If you want, I could take us down to the dock by my cottage and we could just hang out there for a bit," He offered. A smile grew on your face, and without a doubt, you nodded your head.

When you pulled up to the dock, the sky had transformed into an even more beautiful sight than before. Luke and you both hopped out of his jeep, Luke's long legs carrying him around the front to your side, holding out his hand for you to intertwine with as you walked down to the end of the dock.

Sitting on the wood planks, you sit shoulder to shoulder in silence as you both took in the view.

Luke turned his head to look at you, unbeknownst to you who admired the colours of the sky, while he took in your beauty.

Feeling his gaze on you, you turned to him and chuckled nervously, "What are you looking at?" You asked softly, the sounds of the water and nature echoing across the expanse of the lake.

He shrugged, "Just how perfect you look right now," Earning a roll of your eyes, feeling the heat fill your cheeks. "I'm glad you said yes to going out with me."

"I'm glad too," You replied, giggling at how intimate the moment had become.

"Yeah?" Luke teased, reaching a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You hummed, your eyes never leaving his, letting him tuck the hair behind your ear, your chest heavily rising in anticipation. "You gonna seal the deal with a kiss?" You asked through a breath, your faces now only inches apart from one another.

Luke tilted his head, "That depends, you gonna kiss me back?" He teased, his hand now sliding to cup the side of your face, pulling you closer to his lips.

When you nodded your head, it was in an instance that his lips were on yours. At first it was a sweet, soft kiss, but when your hand reached to the nape of his neck where his curls laid, he deepened the kiss, letting out a sigh of pleasure, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Time moved slowly as you both shared the kiss, feeling as if the world slipped away between you both.And when you pulled away, you both couldn't help the flustered laughs that fell off your tongues.

Luke leaned back onto his arms, running a quick hand through his hair, his cheeks now a dark pink and lips swollen. He let out a breath through his mouth, "Man, I didn't even go golfing today and I scored a hole in one." He said sheepishly through a chuckle, earning your head to fall back in laughter and smacking his chest.

"You're so cheesy, oh my." You laughed.

"You like it," He protested, giving you a look and your lips formed into a fine line, contemplating your response.

You sigh, rolling your eyes again, "I hate that you're right-- I love it."

Luke let out a loud laugh, pulling you into a tight hug and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

Needless to say, you were glad he scored that hole in one.  

[wintfleur]

❝ YOUR BODY KEEPS PULLING ME IN, GIRL ! ❞

𝓲. 𝑜𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 ⨟ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝖼 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

` . . ── 𝓹airing luke hughes x 𝒇 ! reader

𝓻oro's msgs : ‘𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗒’ 𝖡𝖱𝖮 𝖨𝖬 𝖳𝖱𝖸𝖨𝖭𝖦 🤲🏻 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 🫦 ｡｡ 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗄

ᆼᆽᆼ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 & 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 ！

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Luke gets really sleepy and cuddly after the act, but he will always make sure you're okay and have everything you need. He’ll get you a warm, damp cloth to clean you up if you don't want to take a shower/bath yet. Make sure you get some water to stay hydrated or a snack, and then join you back in bed. Luke craves physical touch like he craves air, so he's going to be all over you, massaging and caressing, doing anything he can do to feel you. He holds you close, whispering sweet nothings and pressing soft kisses against your skin.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Luke’s favorite part of himself is his hands, for multiple reasons of course.  They fit perfectly with yours, they hold and caress your body, they are the first thing you grab, they lift or pull you closer when you're arched back, plus they are essential for his job. 

On you, luke finds it hard to pick just one. He’s captivated by everything that involves you, but he's just naturally pulled to your lips — literally. Those sweet, soft, and inviting lips that speak to him so lovingly, that kiss him so passionately, that look so irresistible wrapped around his fingers and cock. Your lips have him hooked every time you use them, pulling him even closer with every word you say or how you use them on his body. A close runner up is your ass…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Luke doesn't try to be messy; it just sometimes happens to get messy. Luke obviously loves to cum inside of you, watching as his seed drips out of you, using his fingers to push it back in. But if he’s not cumming inside of you, he’s cumming on your thighs or your tits, loving to see you covered with his cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Luke loves it when you take control. There's just something so hot about seeing you take charge and guide him like he would you. The way you'd push his head between your legs, give him commands, push him on his back to ride him, hold his hips to control the pace, it all just drives him insane.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a tad bit of experience, but he was still pretty new to everything, and he honestly preferred that because going through new experiences and learning not just what he likes but what you like with you was definitely beneficial for your guys' relationship. He’s a quick learner and naturally good at everything, so it definitely makes it seem like he's more experienced than he is. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

luke can't pick between missionary and cowgirl. He loves how intimate and intense missionary can be, staring into your eyes, his forehead pressed against yours, smothering you slightly with his weight, plus the fact that he can kiss you anytime he wants. Having you on top is an enchanting experience, whether he's lying down or sitting up. He loves to watch you, the way your expression changes when you move your hips differently, the way your hands are clinging to his chest or shoulders, his hands squeezing your ass or hips, either of you controlling the pace. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on how he's feeling and the situation. He’s an emotional person so he usually likes to keep things more serious in intimate moments. He likes to tease you, but it's all out of adoration. but really, he just wants you to be comfortable, so if things get a little silly and lighthearted, then he's fine with it.  

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s all about intimacy with Luke; he's secretly a hopeless romantic at heart. Sometimes he just wants to make love instead of fucking. He wants to really cherish the moment, worship your body, whisper sweet things, and just feel your skin against his. The pleasure always feels more intense. He loves holding your hands, keeping eye contact. Will always praise you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Luke really only jerks off when he's away from you and desperate, usually when he's gone for away games, and even then, it’s almost always on FaceTime with you. If that's not possible, he just has to use his imagination and think of you. You keep him very satisfied, so he doesn't find the need to jerk off much.  

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

a bit of a breeding kink - he's young, and he's not ready in any way to be a father, but the idea of getting you pregnant actually drives him crazy. Watching his seed drip out of you, using his fingers to stuff it back in, teasing you about not wasting a drop. 

marking kink - he loves marking your body with his kisses and bites; he thinks you look beautiful with them, and it's just a reminder that you're his. Sometimes, he’ll see a hickey peeking out from your to,p and he’ll almost instantly get hard. He gets a little shy wherever you mark his body, knowing that he is going to get teased by his teammates if they see anything. 

size kink - he loves how different you are from each other physically. You have caught him many times comparing the size of his hands with yours; he loves spreading his large hand on your thighs, seeing how small you look trapped under him, your smaller hands gripping his arms.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It's easily the bedroom; you can do anything in there, and it's where the two of you are the most comfortable, physically and emotionally. A close second is the couch. From you riding him in the middle of a forgotten movie to fucking you lazily in missionary and pepering soft kisses alongside your face

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything you do, really. But seeing you all domestic, in his oversized clothes, long eye contact, are a few things that really get him going. But again, anything you do turns him on. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The idea of someone seeing or watching them is a big turn-off for him, so he stays clear of anything that’s public. He likes the private little world the two of you have, and he likes to keep it that way. He’s yours, and you are his; no one else needs to see, hear, or know your private life unless the two of you want them to. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s very talented with his tongue; he has a habit of being sloppy, making a mess as he looks up at you with his desperate eyes. He’s most definitely a munch, could spend hours between your thighs, and god, you would let him with how talented he is. He LOVES it when you sit on his face; he was the one to ask you to do it for the first time, and ever since then, it's a thing he literally craves. He loves it when you tug at his hair or have your nails digging into his shoulders/arms. 

he will never say no to receiving, he is definitely the loudest he can be when he's getting sucked off. He’s a shy head pusher…he wants to, but he gets nervous that he's going to hurt you, so most of the time, you are grabbing his hand and moving it to your head.  and he kinda just loses control; whimpering, abs clenched, head tossed back, thighs trembling. When you stick your tongue out to show him that you swallowed everything, he's hard again. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the mood. He can be slow, deep, and sensual, just savoring the moment. he loves just thrusting into you slowly so you can feel every inch of him, his hands caressing your body. He can be fast and rougher, the sounds of skin slapping and your breathless moans urging him to keep pounding into you. He's always passionate. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not against them; he just prefers to take his time with you. Sometimes, neither of you can wait, and it just happens. It's usually before he has to leave for practices, etc, when he needs to let off some steam. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Luke loves experimenting with you, figuring out what you guys like best. He's open to taking risks and trying new things, as long as both of you are comfortable with it. He’s an avid thigh grabber, sneaking his hand up your dress/skirt under the table. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You doubt he has a limit, he's a professional athlete; he has great stamina. He can go for multiple rounds, sometimes even more if he's worked up. He can last pretty long, having you cum a few times before he does. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

not really interested in them for himself, he has you and his hand. If you have them, he'll definitely be curious about them, wanting to watch you use them or use them on you himself. He has bought a pair of fluffy handcuffs and a blindfold that the two of you often use. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Both of you enjoy teasing each other. He knows your body perfectly, and he knows exactly what to do to get you to your peak and just what to do to have you teetering over that edge. He likes to tease you because you sound so pretty when you beg; you get so desperate and needy. He can never keep it up for long, though; he always falls for your pleases.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not shy about letting you hear how good he feels, at least not anymore. Lots of heavy breathing, groans/grunts, and breathless moans. He gets more whimpery the closer he gets. Lots of your pet names and praises for you flowing from his lips. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

luke loves just fucking into you as deep as he can and just stoping. Smirking at the loud moans leaving your lips and the way your thighs and legs tremble as your body tries to take in how deep he is, you get cock drunk so fast, just becoming a moaning and babbling mess as you weakly cling to him. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's fairly high. Luke can be really horny at times, just really needy, touchy, and all that's on his mind is fucking you. But he's very self-aware that maybe your sex high isn't as high as his, so he can control himself if needed. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He takes aftercare seriously, so he can never fall asleep without knowing that you have everything you need and are ready to sleep as well. He just wants to take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, and hold you close as you fall asleep. 

𝓇oro’s note. 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗐 🤓☝️… 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 ��𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗆𝗐𝖺𝗁 𝗑

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Mine // Luke Hughes

a follow up to The Manuscript, where Luke has some words to say.

part one - here

WC: 1.4k

CW: tears, a lil bit of self deprecation if you squint, post breakup sad, pet names, he lowkey fixes it

He was sitting in the passenger seat of Quinn’s car, riding down the road that now left a foul aftertaste in his mouth. Your house was coming up, 2 miles ahead on the right. The house with the big pine tree and endless kisses and now broken promises lived. 

A promise he'd always come back to you, promises of forever, promises of "I'll come whisk you away. I’ll be on one knee and it'll be you and me.”

That ring felt like it was burning a hole in his luggage. Almost like he could feel the hurt. He could feel hurt. All he felt lately was hurt. He had no one to blame but himself. 

“You could fix this Luke.” Quinn’s voice held a level of support for his brother but also an anger for her. For the girl who was his sister. Maybe not by blood, or even marriage now, but Quinn always supported her. “She’s hurt, but she wouldn’t just forget about you and everything you had in two weeks. Give her some time, get a plan, and bring her home.” 

Luke just nodded.

It had been 2 weeks since Luke had been in Michigan. 3 weeks, 3 days and 12 hours since the doorbell footage he couldn't stop watching. “I loved you, Lukey” playing on an endless cycle in his brain. Loved. Past tense. Had he really fucked this up so badly that she had time to fall out of love with him?

He was staring at the basket that was on the counter. The basket with everything you loved, the basket of proof he never stopped thinking about you. 

That stupid hoodie you always stole, a note front and center, some candy and other snacks, a blanket, the comfiest socks he could find and some books he knew you had been eyeing. Thankful for your goodreads being public enough he could see what books have been bought and what hasn't. 

Quinn had talked him out of waiting at the door with the basket, “That’s basically cornering her, Luke. You can’t do that. Drop it off on the porch, knock on the door and go back to the car.” and maybe Quinn was right. As much as Luke needed to see your face, needed you to see he wasn’t okay either– he knew that wouldn't end well for either of you.

So here he stood, oversized basket in his hand and the iced matcha with white chocolate and strawberry foam from the little coffee shop 20 minutes away that was your favorite in his other. Now all he had to do was knock. Knock and leave. No matter how much he didn’t want to leave, he knew he had to. 

The sound of a hard knock brought your attention away from your rewatch of Love, Actually. Waiting a couple minutes to see if whoever was there would knock again. The thought of social interaction was the last thing you wanted. All you wanted was this bottle of wine, stupid love stories with happy endings that you’ll never relate too and tears. 

Everyone told you, cry over him for a couple days and forget him. But Luke, he wasn't someone you wanted to forget. Luke was all you wanted. He was your safe space, your shoulder to cry on, your support. And for the first time in almost 6 years, you broke down fully alone. 

Finally willing yourself to get up, you wiped your tears and opened the door. 

There sat a basket and a drink. Not just any, yours. Your drink, from the cafe Luke took you to on your first date. 

Closing your front door, you sat on the porch pulling the paper with your name written in the messiest handwriting. 

Handwriting you’d never forget. Handwriting you had grown to know like it was your own secret language. Handwriting that belonged to the one guy you ever wanted. Luke’s handwriting.

Unfolding the paper you scanned over the scribbles. Eyes closed, taking a breath before you were ready to read this properly.

Hi baby,

Am I allowed to say that? Probably not, I'm sorry. I’m not off to a good start here. I've rewritten this 3 times, I decided it's better to just word vomit. That way i dont forget anything. 

God, baby, I am so sorry. So fucking sorry. I was stupid. Stupid is really just putting it lightly. I was dumb, selfish, cold, and gone. I left you alone. I broke promises. I missed dinner. I missed hearing about your day. I missed hearing about your books. I missed hearing what your new favorite song was. I missed all of that, and more, for months. Months you waited for me to come back to you. I was so stuck in hockey, I was stuck giving more to a team than I was to you. 

I will never forgive myself for that. I will never forgive myself for allowing something so bad to happen. I will never forgive myself for setting you up for the perfect plan of falling out of love with me.

I never wanted to hurt you, seeing you cry on the camera broke me. It broke me in a way I don't even have words for. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my body. I never wanted to ever be the reason tears stained your pretty face. 

I was on my way, I texted you and when you didn't answer I thought you were napping. We were on break, we had a couple weeks before playoffs. I was coming home to you. Just you and me. And when I walked in and your bag was gone my heart dropped. Then I saw the box, and the necklace on the very top. I've never held something in my hand that hurt so badly. 

I know none of this is going to fix what I did. I know that, but I needed you to know im a fucking mess without you. Nothing’s been the same. There's no sunshine anymore, because you're not here. You brought the sunshine. You ARE the sunshine. You are everything that is pure and good in this world all wrapped up in one little person. One little person who I had the privilege of loving. No past tense, no loved. I will never stop loving you.

Jack told me I shouldn’t tell you, so did Quinn, but I can't lie to you again. I had a ring. In the closet, hidden in an old box on that shelf you never could reach. I had booked a little cottage up north in June. I was going to ask you to marry me on the 3rd day there. I had a whole script I wrote 7 months ago. I read it daily, I have it burning in my brain. I wasn't going to forget all the things I wanted to say that day.

Anyways I'm rambling real bad and a novel wont fix what I did to us. But please know, youre my past, present and my future. It will always be you. Even if I'm not your future. I'll cheer you on from afar.

I love you,

Lukey.

You couldn't stop the tears. The rest of the basket was forgotten. Reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone. You clicked his name and held your breath.

Luke sat at the island in the kitchen. Quinn is cooking some sort of chicken. He wasn't sure, he stopped listening 15 minutes ago. Jack was digging around in the fridge and all Luke could focus on was if you got the basket. 

Everyone went silent as the bridge of Mine by Taylor Swift started blaring. Staring at the phone on the counter, your smile taking up the screen.

“Fucking answer it Luke!” Jack yelled, pushing the phone to his little brother. 

He forgot how to breathe, he didn't think you'd call. He didn't think he'd have the opportunity to ever hear your voice again.

“Hello?” His voice was soft, scared really.

“Did you mean it? The letter, did you mean it?” she was crying. He could tell and god that broke him.

“Every word of it. All of it.” He left no room for questions. No room for doubt.

His brothers watched with worry, Jack whispered, “put it on speaker!”

Quinn smacked his head, like he asked for the stupidest thing. They were too busy quietly arguing with one another that all they heard again was Luke.

“Yeah, honey. 10 minutes okay? I’ll see you in a few minutes.” It's almost like he knew what you were about to say. “You’re never going to have to wait again. The world can wait, my world can’t.”

[lcvecove]

Size kink with luke

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ it doesn't start sexual. luke towers over you, and he thought it was cute at first. he liked to lift you over his shoulder or onto his back, just carrying you around. or he’d find it cute how you couldn’t reach something in the cabinet and he’d have to come and help you. of course he took this as an opportunity to stand behind you and press you against the counter so your ass would press against his dick.

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ but luke becomes obsessed with how easily he can maneuver you around, and he does so more often. especially during sex.

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ he’ll pin you up against the wall, holding your legs up on either side as he fucks you, keeping you displayed for him. and all you can do is bury your head in his shoulder and whine, the pleasure almost too much. and there’s nothing that luke loves more than that first little sound coming out of your mouth as you struggle to take him. it’s somewhere between a whine and a whimper and he has to kiss you immediately to capture the sound.

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ luke loves resting his cock on your stomach, showing just how deep he would go, how your tight pussy would take his large size. you fretted that it wouldn't fit, but he held your jaw, making you look up at him, and promised that you'd take him so well.

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ he'll press against your stomach while he's inside you, just to feel how deep you take him, and to show you how deep he is.

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ he loves when you ride him, just so he can see your smaller body engulf his cock. he'll guide your hips as you ride him, helping you sink deeper and deeper down each time. rubbing his hands soothingly up and down your hips.

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ he definitely talks you through it while you take him. "I know, baby. I know, you’re taking me so well. like you were made for me,”

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ his fingers are thick, and long too, and he knows it. presses his fingers inside you and hits that spot again and again. he'll make you ride his fingers until they're soaked in your juices. he definitely sucks them clean afterwards too.

[viennajoell]

His Plus One, Always

Summary: You're dating Luke Hughes and already fit right in with his family. At a wedding, you share sweet moments with Luke while his brothers tease you both.

Word Count: 550

Warnings: none :)

You’re dating Luke Hughes, and by now, you’re basically an honorary Hughes. You’ve been to enough family dinners, lake house trips, and group FaceTimes to know the drill. So when a family friend’s wedding rolls around, there’s no stress just the usual chaos of getting ready with Luke (who somehow always misplaces a sock and panics fifteen minutes before leaving).

You both clean up well — Luke in a crisp tan suit, you in a dress that had him staring for a full minute before saying, “Yeah, you’re not leaving my side all night.”

At the venue, it’s familiar faces all around. You slide into your role with ease, catching up with Quinn, teasing Ellen about her dance floor moves, and giving Jack a quick hug before he can make a snarky comment.

“Don’t get too cozy,” Jack warns, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You’re still on unofficial photo duty for me and Trevor.”

“You literally begged me to be your photographer,” you shoot back.

“And you said yes, because you love me.”

Luke leans in, mock-whispering, “Regret it every time, don’t you?”

You smirk. “Only when he insists on portrait mode.”

- - -

Later, golden hour hits just right. Luke pulls you out to the garden for a breath of air and a break from dancing. His tie’s loose, cheeks flushed from champagne and being on the dance floor with you.

“I like weddings,” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms.

“You just like open bars and slow dancing.”

“Also true.” He grins, then kisses your forehead.

Right then, Jack and Quinn appear out of nowhere like agents of chaos.

“C’mon,” Jack says, phone already up, “Mom wants a picture of you two looking ‘wedding cute.’ Stand still.”

“Nope,” Luke says immediately. “Every time you take a picture it turns into a meme.”

“That’s the goal,” Jack says. “Now stop being a diva. You look hot. She looks hot. I’m doing you a favor.”

You nudge Luke and strike a pose. He rolls his eyes but slides his arm around you, grinning.

Jack takes a few, then suddenly goes, “Okay, now one where you kiss her forehead again. But less ‘I love you’ and more ‘I’ll never recover from this.’

“Jack,” Luke groans.

“I’m serious. This is for the *grid.*”

Quinn just shakes his head, quietly filming the whole exchange to send to the family group chat.

You just laugh looking over at your boyfriend — who’s already reaching for your hand again.

[lilhughesy]

°•*⁀➷ YOU & LUKE — streets of ann arbor au blurb

just wanted to say goodnight!

-> associated with this umich hockey gc leaked!

featuring: mark estapa, luca fantilli, mackie samoskevich, and ethan edwards

"Come on, Lukey," You pouted, snuggling closer into his chest while the two of you relaxed into your bed, "It would be funny, and the boys would love it."

He rolled his eyes playfully, "I rarely call them, they're gonna think it's an emergency or something."

"That's why when you tell them 'goodnight', they'll just be so much happier," You giggled, already knowing that Luke would do it just because it's you that's asking him. He's always had a soft spot for you, but ever since the two of you have gotten closer, that boy has become even softer for you.

Luke sighed as he gently adjusted his position so he sat a bit higher up on your pillows while reaching for his phone on your side table, "Only doing this because you asked me to," He told you as his thumb swiped on his phone screen to unlock it.

"You're the best," You added as you kissed his jawline, "Nice lock screen by the way."

Luke's eyes flickered down to you as a small smirk grew on his face. The tips of his ears turned a light shade of pink to match his slight embarrassment of being caught by you, "It's a good photo of you. Always reminds me that there's more to life than hockey or what the media says about me."

Your own cheeks heated up in response to his sweet words that wrapped around you like a hug, "You're adorable, you know that right?"

You and Luke waited as the line rang a few times on speaker before Mark picked up, "What's up, Lukey?"

"Hey Marky, just wanted to call you to say goodnight," Luke said with a smile on his face.

"Aww, thanks baby," Mark chuckled, "Goodnight to you too, cutie. I hope you have a good sleep."

"I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Mhm, can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"Alright, bye Mark."

Luke laughed lightly as he hung up on the call before looking down at you as you gave him a small thumbs up, "Good job, baby"

"Oh shush," He grinned, "I'm gonna call Luca next."

"Hello?"

"Hey Fants," Luke said, trying to stifle the laugh forming in his throat, "Just wanted to call you and tell you goodnight since I'm going to sleep now."

"It's 9:10PM, why are you going to bed so early? Wait..." You heard Luca pause on the other end, "Did you and Y/N have a marathon or something?! You never go to sleep this early!"

Luke's eyes widened and his mouth opened agape, "Oh fuck off, Fants. I just wanted to say goodnight."

"You didn't answer my question!"

"Goodnight, Luca," Luke repeated while Luca continued to complain about not having his question answered before Luke hung up on him.

You finally let out the laugh that you were holding the entire duration of the call, "I swear he never minds his own business."

Luke nodded, "It's Fants, he loves hearing the gossip."

"Call Mackie, I'm sure he would love to hear your voice," You said to Luke as he scrolled through his contact list. He hummed in agreement as he pressed for the call to be on speaker,

"Hey man," Mackie greeted after the first ring, "You need something?"

"No no, I'm good," Luke told him with a low shake of his head, "I just felt like calling you and wishing you a goodnight."

Mackie laughed, "Aww, Lukey! I appreciate that man, love you."

"Love you too, bro," Luke chuckled as the two of you could still hear Mackie laughing, "See you in the morning, yeah?"

"Yeah man, sleep tight and sweet dreams."

Luke placed his phone on the empty space next to you with his arms wrapping around your middle to pull you closer, "Happy?"

You giggled as he peppered small kisses all over your temples, "Can you call Ethan too? You can't not say goodnight to him."

He rolled his eyes playfully, "I called three of the boys already, can't I just cuddle with the pretty girl next to me right now?"

"Please, Luke?" You asked while batting your eyelashes at him, "Just one more call?"

"The things I would do and do for you, sweet girl," He mumbled to himself before reaching over to pick up his phone again, "Alright, hey Siri, call Ethan Edwards."

His contact lit up the screen as it rang, "Hi baby,"

"Hey, Eds," Luke said while drawing small circles into your arm, "How's it going, man?"

"Not much," Ethan yawned as a few rustles came from his end, "You good, bro?"

"Yeah dude, just wanted to call you and say goodnight."

Ethan let out a low chuckle, "I was gonna call you and say goodnight too, I heard that you called Mark and Mackie."

"Yeah I did," Luke laughed, "You in bed?"

"Mhm, just settling in," Ethan told him.

"Alright, goodnight Eddie."

"Goodnight, Hughesy.... and goodnight Y/N!" Ethan laughed, "I know that she's the one making you do this and I know that you're definitely in her bed right now."

Luke's face turned red at the knowing tone of his best friend's voice, meanwhile, you were already laughing, "Goodnight Eddie!" you sang out while lifting your head slightly off Luke’s chest.