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timeskip!pro!sae itoshi x fem!model!reader

chapter 2; back then

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : white tee

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"WHY ARE YOU doing this?" you finally asked the question that weighed heavily on your mind "i mean, what's in it for you?". why in the world would sae reach out to your manager? you wanted answers. after he left for spain, you never thought you'd see him again, much less under these circumstances

"nothing, really" sae said with a shrug " just wanna see you succeed, that's all." you narrowed your eyes at sae, not buying his answer. surely, there had to be more to it than that. why would someone like him, one of the most sought-after soccer players in the world, suggest to be in a fake relationship with you? he could have any woman he wanted, and yet he was willing to risk his reputation for you. it just didn't add up

"tell me the truth" you demanded, holding his gaze. he seemed taken aback by your assertiveness, but he met your stare evenly. "fine, you caught me" he chuckled "i might have a... personal reason for wanting to be with you. but, i'm not going to reveal it just yet". your brows knitted together in confusion. what could he possibly mean by that?

you opened your mouth to protest but he was quick to speak again. "let me be clear, i have no ill will towards you" his voice low and steady "in fact, it's quite the opposite." sincerity emanating from his teal eyes. "this relationship might not really benefit me, but i have my reasons" his words were a stark contrast to the hostility and resentment you remember feeling between the two of you all those years ago

your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. what did he mean by having personal reasons for wanting to be with you? and why was he suddenly so interested in you again?

you stared at sae, trying to process his words and you couldn't help but feel a little skeptical about his intentions, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a little flattered that someone like him would actually reach out to you again

despite your reservations, a small part of you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and hear him out. "what do you mean by personal reasons?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky

sad took a deep breath before answering, his eyes meeting yours. "it's not easy for me to talk about this" he teased "but i'll just say that being with you would help me achieve something. and in return, i'll do everything in my power to help you out"

you were left speechless. you didn't know what to make of his words. on one hand, sae seemed like he was being honest and genuine. but on the other hand, you couldn't help but wonder what he was really after

"what is it that you want to achieve? and what do i have to do to help you?" you questioned, your voice low and filled with a bit of annoyance

sad smiled softly, his eyes locking yours "it's not something you have to do. in fact, all you have to do is be yourself. but i'll tell you more about it later. for now, let's just focus on being a convincing couple, yeah?"

you nodded hesitantly, still unsure of what to make of the whole situation. "let's make our first appearance tomorrow" he spoke again, standing up from his chair "be ready at 7, i'll come pick you up"

you blinked. you're not sure what you were expecting, but you sure as hell weren’t expecting it to be like this. "what should i wear?" you inquired, standing up and following him to the door of your apartment. "we'll be having dinner so, i guess something nice" he put his hand on the doorknob, looking back at you from the corner of his eye "though, you make everything look nice"

you could see the faint smirk on his face. you simply rolled your eyes, muttering a small good night to him and closing the door

your head was spinning with questions and skepticism. you couldn't quite believe what was happening. you knew that sae was cryptic and mysterious, but this was on a whole other level

you found yourself standing in the middle of your lavish apartment, staring at nothing in particular as you tried to sort through your thoughts

you didn't want to jump to conclusions, but you couldn't help but feel a little wary about sae's sudden return to your life. you were still unsure about the whole arrangement, but koemi advised that you had to at least hear him out. you took a deep breath, deciding to take things one step at a time

as you lay in bed that night, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. the whole situation still felt surreal to you, and you can't help but think about what's truly in it for sae. why does he want to be in a fake relationship with you?

you try to push the thoughts out of your head, but you kept circling back to the same questions. what does sae want from you? and what are his personal reasons for wanting to be with you?

you tried to distract yourself with something else, but your mind kept wandering back to sae and the memories you shared with him during high school

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

six years ago...

you were at your locker, getting your stuff for your next class

"hey" sae greeted you, putting and arm around your shoulder and giving you a small peck on your cheek. "hey" you smile, turning to look at him. "how's your day been so far?" he asked, his eyebrows slightly raising as he tilted his head slightly

"my day’s been alright" you shrug, closing your locker and turning to face him "how 'bout yours?". "mine's been alright, the usual. kinda nervous for the game tonight though" he told you. "you're nervous?" you tease. he had a cocky smile on his face, giving your shoulder a small squeeze "not really"

you two stayed in each other's proximity as you moved towards your next class together. throughout high school, you and sae always had 'something' but there was never a label. it was a situationship. you both liked each other and you acted as if you were a couple, but you two never made it official

"you gonna come and watch the game tonight right?" he asked, leaning in close and lowering his voice. you look at him through the corner of your eye, giving him a small smirk. "i wouldn't dare miss it" you teased

"good" his eyes lit up as he flashed you a small smile "that's one more person i got'a impress". he paused right before your next class to give you a quick kiss on your cheek once again and a playful tap against your backside before letting you walk through the door first before him

you knew sae was good at soccer. never the less, you were always speechless watching him play. you watched him from the bleachers, watching with an intense yet impressed gaze as he dribbled past opponents and scored an impressive goal for his team. it looked like he was having a great time. you clapped loudly along with the other spectators as you watched him shine on the field

the game continued to progress as the crowd cheered loudly, and it was clear that the other team's morale was beginning to falter and to no surprise, sae's team ended up winning the match

you stood in the parking lot. leaning on your car, waiting for sae to freshen up and leave the boys locker room. as soon as you saw him walking towards you, you couldn't help but smile "good game"

he took his time walking over to you, clearly enjoying your attention. you were leaning on the hood of your car as you watched him approach. you smirked, and he gave you a cocky grin

"it sure was" he stood in front of you with his hands in his pocket "you saw that didn't you? i was practically shining". you playfully rolled your eyes "don't get too cocky". "how about i show you just how cocky i can get?" he chuckled

he got close to your face, his mesmerizing teal eyes pouring into your own. your gaze traveled down to his lips and back to his eyes. a small smirk plastered on your face "oh you'd love to show me, huh" you teased

"you have no idea" he said, still keeping that smirk on his face. he leaned in ever so slightly, bringing your two faces quite close to each other. you gave him a quick peck on his lips. gently putting your fingers on his chest and pushing him away slightly

"why don't we go get ice cream?" you had successfully taken his breath away as you gave him that kiss. he chuckled slightly after he was pushed away and he smiled, nodding his head "getting some ice cream after a game sounds like a great way to celebrate, let's go" he told you with a smug grin

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you both sat in the booth, eating your ice cream and enjoying the atmosphere of the ice cream parlor. sae sat in front of you. he seemed to be enjoying himself and the ice cream as much as you were, but it was hard to tell as his face had that same neutral expression it always had, he just gave you a quick playful smile as he glanced at you from time to time

"ice cream here's great" he said, looking down at his ice cream before looking back up at you "but it's even better with you" he smirked, his cheesy remark making you cringe in a good way

"are you flirting with me, sae?" you teased. your chin resting in the palm of your hand. he smiled, nodding his head slightly "maybe a little" he leaned toward you a bit more. his gaze locked onto yours as he let out a very slight chuckle before speaking again "maybe a lot actually"

you felt your heart skip a beat at his last words "oh really?" your eyes grew wider and your heart rate picked. "mhm" he said, the corner of his mouth curving up into a smirk. leaning back in his seat a little, he still kept eye contact with you

"did i catch your attention?" he asked, raising his eyebrow slightly. "maybe" you shrug. he chuckled at your response and looked down at his ice cream, taking a quick bite before looking up at you once again

"oh, just maybe?" he asked with a teasing tone "well i'll just have to try harder then". you chuckle "hmm, probably". cocking his head slightly, he took another bite of his ice cream before speaking "i think it's a lot more than maybe though"

nobody could deny the chemistry between you two. you and him had been 'just friends' for so long that the two of you being in a relationship almost sounded silly. but lately he's been more flirty and more affectionate

you two have talked about the what-if's if you two became official. but it was never actually a serious talk. maybe.. just maybe... the two of you could actually-

"awww, you two on a date?" you heard a voice from behind you. the voice belonging to none other than sae's annoying teammate, ryusei shidou

"what a mood killer"

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timeskip!pro!sae itoshi x f!model!reader

chapter 1; drama

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Pink + White

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YOU SAT IN YOUR LIVING rooms couch, your legs and arms crossed while your feet repeatedly tapped on the floor. to say that you were mad was an understatement, you were completely livid

narumi leiko; you had been beefing with her for quite some time now. you and her started out your modeling careers together and at some point, the two of you were even considered friends

that same girl was on your plasma tv doing an interview, in which she was spreading false rumors about how you bullied her and done mean things to sabotage her

she was playing the fucking victim

in reality, the roles were reversed, but you never cared much for drama. scandals are what end people’s careers. you avoided them as much as possible. but that was her goal, to end you

people who had seen you as sincere and kind were now seeing you as mean and arrogant. narumi was truly wicked. she was scheming to make people hate you in order for her to come out on top

that's how it's always been. she'd try to sabotage you because she knew that she couldn't compare to you unless you were at a disadvantage. you were totally irritated

"how many followers have i lost?" you asked to your manager, koemi harumi. she pulled out her tablet "about 1.2 million on instagram, 7k on twitter and 6.4k on tiktok" she informed. "damn that conniving little bitch" you hissed through gritted teeth

narumi had been at this for a full week. she started off by a podcast, then through tiktok, and now through a talk show. your fame was plummeting and you knew that once you had bad fame, your career would end soon enough

you turned to look at your manager "what's our next move?" you questioned as you stood up from your couch, angrily shutting off the tv

"denying what she's saying wouldn't be a smart move, narumi's probably prepared for that and it could cost you" she started "so, i made a plan" she smiled at you. you raised a brow in curiosity. wondering what she had planned

koemi has been with you through thick and thin since you were babies, you trust her more than anybody. she's never led you astray through any drama that's come your way and she always made sure you came back better than ever

"you need to distract everyone, make them forget about your beef with narumi and make them focus on something else, something big, something popular" she spoke. "that something being??" you inquired, truly curious of what your manager had up her sleeve

"a fake relationship" she smiled at you. you blinked a few times, processing her words carefully. "a what now?" "i know you're skeptical but listen" she raised her hands in defense "this is what will make everyone forget the current drama"

"dating someone that's popular will help you in many ways" she continued "and i found a guy that's perfect for the role". you crossed your arms under your chest, you were definitely skeptical about the whole situation, but you also trusted your manager. "who is the guy anyway?" you question

with a nervous smile, she opens her tablet once again, looking for a picture of said male. "please promise me that you'll give him a chance... that's him" she said, turning the tablet to you

as soon as you laid your eyes on him you knew there was no way you could ever be in fake relationship with him

"sae?" "okay, hear me out-" she put the tablet on the table and looked at you. "do you hate me or something?!" you argue. memories of how much of an asshole he was crossing your mind. "there's no way he'd agree to be in a fake relationship with me, and even if he did, i don't wanna be in-" "actually, he's the one who suggested the fake relationship"

sae itoshi suggested to be in a fake relationship with you??

"he reached out to me last night, i told him we'd do it" she explained further. "hold on" you blinked "why would you say that without consulting with me first?? you of all people should know koemi!"

"do you want your career to end?" she huffed. "..no" "then this is the best course of action". you were still dumbfounded about why he had reached out. you haven't spoken to him since he left for spain in the middle of your senior year 6 years ago. you never even followed each other on social media after he left so you didn't know anything about his life and you thought he didn't know anything about yours

"he wants to meet with you later tonight" koemi added "where do i schedule the meeting?". "give him my address, i'll have the meeting here" you sighed. "you sure?" she questioned, worry visible in her eyes. "do i even have a choice?" you scoffed

there was no point in arguing about it now. even though you hated the thought of dating, even if it was fake, an asshole like him, it's what you had to do for your career

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your manager had reached out to sae to inform of the meeting place and hour. you weren't nervous per say, but you were curious. that one question still lingered on your mind. why does sae itoshi want to fake date you?

you were knocked out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on your apartment door. with a shaky sigh, you stood up, heading up to the door. the door opened to reveal sae. he was wearing a white, high necked sweater paired with some black jeans

his teal eyes were staring into your own and he had a little smile on his face. your gaze traveled down to what he held in his hands. "flowers?" you raised a brow. "it's impolite to show up without a gift" he shrugged, handing the small bouquet of flowers to you. you didn't reply, instead, you stepped to the side, silently telling him to come inside

he stepped past you, eyes roaming your lavish apartment. you walked towards your kitchen island and pulled out a chair for you while putting the flowers down. he followed behind you, sitting on the chair next to yours and moving it a bit closer

"i'm setting some rules" you spoke, crossing your leg over the other. "wow" he chuckled "we haven't seen each other in years, don't you wanna know how i've been?"

you leaned back in your chair and folded your arms in front of you, considering sae's question. there was a part of you that was genuinely curious about what he'd been up to since he left for spain all those years ago, but the other part of you was hesitating to let your guard down. you didn't want to get too close to him again, especially not when you were about to engage in a fake relationship for the sake of your career

"not really. let's just get this over with," you replied flatly. sae smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "fine by me," he agreed, placing his hands on the table. "so, what are the rules?" he asked, seeming genuinely interested

"firstly, no one else except koemi can know it's fake. not our friends, not our family, not our fans, no one" you explained, raising a finger. sae nodded, a small smirk visible on his face "of course, i wouldn't wanna ruin your reputation. anything else?"

"yes. secondly, the public display of affection will be subtle, such as; holding hands, arm around shoulder, hugging, and a quick kiss" you explained, now raising a second finger "i won't budge on this"

sae nodded, seemingly agreeing with your words. "okay, fair enough" he spoke, leaning back into his chair and folding his arms under his chest "i have my own rules too". you nodded, silently telling him to continue

"i want you to be loyal to me. if anyone tries to hit on you, you have to shut them down and make it clear that you're with me" his gaze was intense. "i assume that-" "that the same rules apply to me? yes, they do" he cut you off

you nodded along to his rules, feeling slightly relieved that he was on the same page as you. "good" you agreed, but something about his expression kept you on your guard. he had a slight smirk on his face, like he knew something you didn't

"is there anything else you want to address?" he asked "because i have to admit, this is a pretty strange situation we're in". your eyebrows knitted together, wondering exactly what he meant by that. "what do you mean?" you asked, your arms still crossed under your chest "i don't understand".

"well," he started, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table "we're basically strangers at this point. how do we pretend to date each other?"

you paused, realizing the severity of his words. it was true, you hadn't spoken to him in years, and now you were expected to act like a couple in front of the world

"i guess we'll just have to get to know each other again," you suggested, slightly annoyed "only to make the relationship seem more realistic"

he rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head to the side with a small smirk plastered on his face "it's been 6 years, but i get the feeling you're still mad at me". you stared at back at him with a blank expression

"really?" you stared at sae with a mixture of confusion and amusement. it almost seemed like he was trying to get a rise out of you, but you couldn't quite figure out why

"you think i'm still mad at you?" you finally asked, furrowing your brow in a slight smirk "i don't recall ever holding a grudge against anyone in my life, let alone a former schoolmate" you continued

sae was silent as you spoke, taking in your words. his gaze was intense, as if he was carefully analyzing your every move. you couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. sae's smirk grew even wider as he leaned back in his seat. "well, you always did have a fiery personality. but i guess you've grown up a lot since then" he said, his eyes glittering with amusement

the more he spoke, the more convinced you became that he was trying to rile you up. but you weren't about to play his game. instead, you leaned forward in your seat and fixed him with a serious gaze. "sae, let's be clear. we're not here to rehash old grievances or to have some sort of strange, nostalgia-fueled reunion. we have a fake relationship to maintain, remember?

sae leaned back in his seat, his gaze suddenly softer. "yes, let's do that. we can't have people thinking we hate each other" he said with a smirk. "they'll start getting suspicious, and we don't want that now, do we?"

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MINARINNN 2024 - please do not plagiarize or upload my content on any social media platform.

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P U B L I C I T Y

timeskip!pro!sae itoshi x f!model!reader

in which; you get into some scandalous model drama and your manager suggests you fake date a famous soccer player to save your career

trigger/content warnings: nsfw/smut, angst, f!reader, might be kinda childish/cringe, sae might be ooc, shidou, fwb to enemies to fake lovers to friends to enemies to lovers

chapter 1; drama

chapter 2; back then

chapter 3; strangers

chapter 4; oopsie!

chapter 5; not again

chapter …;

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are you really watching shounen anime if you don't sense the homoerotic subcontext

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i’ve just realized that i haven’t written anything on here for like 2 months LMAO anywayssss i’ve been like so into writing fanfics and have a few in my drafts but im not sure if i should post themmm ugh life is hard

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i think there’s only one guy left who could defeat sukuna

matt.

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MDNI!

Loser!Luke Castellan who has no idea what he's doing, so the whole time you're guiding him through it. You have to show him how to kiss well, where to put his hands, where your clit is, and he's so lost.

But he is a Hermes kid, a jack of all trades

So the moment you tell him what to do with his tongue while he's eating you out, he's going above and beyond, making your eyes roll back in your skull and your back arch off the bed. He looks up at you, your wetness on his chin, making sure he's doing okay.

"That.. that good, ma?"

And you're speechless because holy fuck, you've never felt that good. You have no idea how he's a virgin because you're already close and it's been less than a minute.

Just a thought.

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a proper burial. together

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the place i left behind — luke castellan // explicit

luke is on the run. things would be going perfectly if only he could stay away from you.

pairing: luke castellan x reader

word count: 2.1k

content: smut/explicit content, oral (f receiving), slight choking, coming in pants, afab reader, unclaimed reader, weed mention, a bit of angst but it’s all for the plot

🎧: the place i left behind by the deep dark woods

it was a bad idea for luke to come back to camp. you knew it; he knew it better. returning after what he had done wasn’t just stupid — it was a death sentence.

but here he is, tapping on the window of the cabin you used to share.

you meet his eyes through the warped glass and his face curls upward into a lazy smile. hey, he mouths. it knocks the wind out of you, sudden and disarming; seeing that familiar grin makes your chest ache.

“hey,” you whisper back, knowing he can’t hear you. hoping he can read your lips, knowing you won’t get your breath back until you can see him face-to-face.

outside? luke says, gesturing to the door of the cabin. moonlight falls in bars through the windows, illuminating a stripe across the worn brass doorknob.

you nod. the simple motion makes you nauseous. this isn’t safe. you’re going to get caught. you’re going to get him caught, and then—

you’re standing in front of the door before you know it. cold brass meets your fingertips and you bite your tongue, pretending you don’t feel how your hands shake as you turn the knob with a soft click.

outside, it's hot and humid. the air seems to hang in place for a split-second before luke is on you; his arms wrap around you and his face finds a home in the crook of your neck. this close, you can feel him breathing, feel the muscles shift as he inhales and exhales.

your fingertips roll over luke’s back — over his deltoids, those powerful ropes of tissue hooked into the bones of his shoulders. you joked about him being missing a pair of wings before, but that was before this.

before you could feel exactly how much potential he had shifting under his skin. before he squeezes you and murmurs into your pulse, “shit, angel, i missed you.”

hearing that nickname from his mouth feels like someone has ripped a hole in everything you are. luke smells like sweat and sunscreen and just a hint of weed smoke, and he missed you.

“i missed you too,” you breathe, and luke reaches up to hold your face in his hands. his forehead presses to yours, his dark curls damp against your skin. the bridge of his nose brushes yours, quick, barely-there.

you pull back, lacing your fingers with his, and he follows. it’s almost like nothing’s changed, you think, the two of us sneaking out, the closeness. the rhythm between the two of you picks up just like it would any other day.

except luke’s hair is longer, creeping uncut towards his eyes, and there are new scars on his hands and his back. there’s a knife on his belt and the outline of a gun — a mortal gun — silhouetted through the white fabric of his tank top, the metal of it still cold despite being pressed against his stomach—

you wonder if he knows how to use it. if he had lined up a shot, pressed the barrel against someone’s chest or forehead or the underside of their chin, and pulled the trigger. you wonder how luke’s face would look spattered with blood.

you wonder how it would feel to wipe that blood off of him with your fingertips or a wet rag, sitting with his knees bracketing your hips, just like every other time you’d cleaned him up.

—and luke had never held you like that before; like he was afraid to lose you before you could even say one word to him. like crushing you to his chest would keep you there forever.

“why did you come back?” you ask, praying that he won’t say what you already know.

luke sighs and rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “you get right to the point, dont’cha?”

his voice is teasing, low enough that a few of his words blur together. y’get right to the point. his thumb moves in twisting, concentric circles around the ridges of your fingers. his eyes dart up to yours.

luke reaches to cradle your face again, his knuckles grazing your cheeks as his palms flatten, one at a time and molasses-slow, against your jaw. “i wanted to see you,” he says.

there it is.

you step back and luke follows, matching your steps until you feel the rough-hewn stone of the cabin wall against your back. “you shouldn’t be here,” you whisper.

that lazy grin finds its way onto luke’s face again. “what, you scared?”

you don’t respond, and luke tangles his fingers in your hair before pulling your forehead back to rest against his. “hey, are you— are you scared of me?” his voice falters; his thumb moves in tiny circles at the junction of your jawbone and your neck. he frowns. "angel, c'mon," he whispers.

you shake your head. tears prick at the corners of your eyes and you bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to bleed. “i’m scared for you,” you breathe.

you reach up to cup luke’s face with your hands, mirroring his posture. “but i’m not scared of you.”

slowly, you wrap your fingers around luke’s wrist and drag his hand away from your face. his fingertips run down your neck, across your collarbones. his hands linger for a split-second longer around your chest before his palm flattens against your stomach and he leans forward.

luke stops at the loose hem of your camp shirt. “can i?” he murmurs, hooking two fingers under the fabric. his thumb resumes its movement over your hipbone, calluses catching on the exposed strap of your underwear.

“can i,” he repeats. “please, angel?”

this is a terrible idea. luke tried to kill you. he tried to kill your friends. he nearly started a war between the gods. he’s a traitor, a walking betrayal.

luke is your best friend, and you have missed him more than anything.

the soft yes barely leaves your mouth before luke steps forward that final inch, caging you against the wall.

his hands slip under your shirt and pull it over your head, leaving you only briefly self-conscious before he finds your mouth with his. he kisses you hard, bruising, biting at your bottom lip. he makes a sound low in his throat, pulling you impossibly closer.

“i missed you,” he murmurs in the tiny pockets of air between your kisses. “fuck, angel, i missed you so much.”

“i know,” you say. i missed you too.

luke presses kisses to your lips and your cheeks. your jaw. the bridge of your nose. please stay.

he buries his face in your shoulder and laves his tongue over your pulse, drags his mouth from your neck to your collarbones to just above your navel. in his wake, a trail of reddish-purple bruises unfolds under your skin.

luke speaks in half-caught sentences into your skin. “i’m so sorry,” he whispers. “i miss you so much— so much, i’m sorry, angel.”

when he finally sinks to his knees in front of you, his lips slightly parted and his breath coming in shallow gasps, luke lets his head drop to rest against your hip. his pupils are blown wide, swallowing the brown of his irises with desperate, inky want.

“lemme taste you,” he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your exposed hip and stomach. his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and continues murmuring into your skin.

your hand finds purchase against luke’s collarbone and slides to rest against his throat; you match his jugular vein with the junction of your thumb and your palm, stroking the sides of his neck gently.

his breath catches, his heartbeat fluttering wild and needy against your fingertips. you half-expect him to pull away or to move your hand and continue kissing his way down your body.

instead, luke tips his head back that extra inch, his gaze flicking up and down before finally holding yours. his eyes are glossy and his mouth is open. his chest heaves against your thigh, trying and failing to control his breathing.

“are you sure?” you ask softly.

luke nods so feverishly that you worry his head will split from his neck. “c’mon,” he murmurs. “you know i wouldn’t ask if i didn’t want it.”

you do know, and it’s for that exact reason that you slide your thumb over luke’s adam’s apple again, pressing down just enough to make him gasp. it’s a broken, strangled sound, breathy and rough, and he sings it into your hipbone as he drags your shorts down your legs. the fabric pools around your ankles, and luke closes what little space is left between you in an instant.

he hooks his fingers under the sides of your underwear, toying with the lace idly as he mouths at the ruined fabric covering your cunt.

“gods, luke,” you say softly, tangling one hand in his sweat-damp hair and tugging. it’s more to test the waters than anything, but luke groans and shifts underneath you, and—

—and he’s hard, rolling his hips into nothing, chasing friction that isn’t there. his eyes, half-lidded and glassy, meet yours. you shiver — luke’s eyes are dark and intense, barely containing the want that lights up both of your bodies.

gods, he’s pretty like this, too, you think. who knew boys could look so good on their knees in the dirt?

luke pulls your underwear to the side and presses a quick kiss to your clit, mumbling in half-sentences as he laves his tongue over your soaked cunt. “my darling,” he breathes, dragging his hand up your thigh and reaching between your legs, sliding two fingers into you easily. “my angel, my everything.”

you rock your hips against his face, tightening your grip on his hair — which must be crossing some wires in his brain, because he shudders and points his tongue, flicking it against your clit as he curls his fingers.

“luke,” you gasp, tension building in your stomach. “i— i’m close, luke, please.”

luke looks up at you and smiles. you can feel his dimples against your inner thighs for a split second before he doubles down on his efforts, licking and sucking until something inside you snaps and you cum with a stifled moan, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

between your legs, luke licks his lips. “beautiful,” he says. his voice is raspy and he takes a deep breath, in-out, in-out. “there’s my girl. there you are, baby.”

you slowly sink to your knees next to him, your heart thudding against your rib cage like a trapped bird. “luke,” you whisper.

“yeah, angel?” he asks, wrapping one arm around you and tugging you closer. his fingers trace unseen patterns on the expanse of your thigh and you shuffle closer still to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. you can taste his sweat, electric and desperate. the smell of sex is probably all over both of you.

there’s a dark spot on the front of luke’s shorts and he tenses up when you slide your hand up his thigh. “did you— just from that?” you ask.

“oh, shit,” luke says, looking down. “uh— fuck, angel, i—”

“it’s okay,” you say, leaning forward to press your forehead to his again.

he sighs, tangling his fingers back into your hair. “i know.”

the two of you stay like that for what could have been minutes or hours before luke presses a kiss to your jaw and murmurs, “i have to go.”

something in your chest twists. the words slip out before you can stop them: “i don’t want you to.” you press your nose into luke’s hair and inhale the smell of sweat, of smoke. your fingers find the straps of luke’s tank top. look at this barrier. look at what’s keeping you apart.

“you know i can’t,” he murmurs, and you swear the crack in his voice breaks your heart all over again.

"i know," you say, tucking your head into his chest. "but i don't want you to go." you look up.

luke's eyes sparkle, brilliant and terrible, and when he kisses your forehead you can feel tears landing in tiny constellations across your head. "you deserve better," luke whispers. "better than me. than all of this."

do i? you ask yourself. and: do i want it?

when luke kisses you one last time and stands, drawing his sword out of nowhere, you know it as well as he does: you don't want better.

when he leaves — when there is nothing for days, when your dreams are haunted by the memory of his lips against yours and the smell of his hair, you know.

you only want luke.

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wait wait hear me out:

doodling cute lil hearts on Luke’s bicep and he acts like he hates it because it makes him look “weak” but next time you spar with him you notice they’re still there

this is TEWWW CUTEEEE

luke’s jaw was ticking the whole time you were drawing on him, truly he wasn’t sure why he even allowed himself to agree to this, especially after you pulled out that pink glittery pen. he purposefully flexes his bicep under the push of the metal pen, watching the ink falter it’s path from the sudden change of surface, and you lightly slap his arm with a pout, “that’s not funny, luke!” 

“it is funny— hey, how long is this shit g’na take?” 

“just a little more, why?” 

“needa know if i can wash it off before training. ‘m not gonna look like a pussy in front of everyone.”

but the next time you see him, during training to be exact, the sleeve is his shirt is ever so slightly bunched up, exposing the pink glittery ink peppered on his skin in the shape of hearts. you smile sweetly at it, pointing it out, and he simply just rolls his eyes with a grumble, “didn’t have time, ‘kay? trust me, if i did, this shit would be gone.” 

but he’s such a liar!!!

[minarinnn]

thinking about how luke castellan calls you “lovergirl” and kisses your neck and tucks your hair behind your ears and rubs your back when you’re upset and plants a kiss on the top of your head when you hug him. and also how he melts into a puddle when you kiss his scar and practically moans when you play with his hair, and how he buys you a necklace with his initials, and tells you you’re not allowed to ever take it off — and he’s mostly joking, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t, he is a little possessive like that . . .

[minarinnn]

GIRLL AGHHHH the amount of horny daydreaming I’ve been doing is absolutely insaneeeeee.

Reader with an attitude acting up all day and Luke’s just had enough with it putting you in your place underneath him. The second he’s inside of her she’s lost all of the attitude and he can’t help but mock his pretty girl “where’s all that attitude baby?” “Just needed my cock hm?”

IM SO SORRY THAT WAS SO- OMLLL

-🥝

AUHH brat!taming luke… choke me- I-I mean what

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n its definitely cus you were a brat all day!!! wearing your lacy, short little skirt n batting your pretty lashes at everyone but luke

nonono luke got your bratty little eye roll… n he was pissed!!!

so he ruined your favorite pair of panties just out of spite too :(( pulling them to the side… bottom up n makeup smeared face down… rutting into your slick little cunt from behind!!! rolling his leaky tip right against that delicious little place inside of you!! n hes sososo pussy drunk just brat taming his pretty girl

… n he thrusts n thrusts in his girl while your slick little pussy pulsates all around him

“oh fu-ckkk look at you just needed to fuck the attitude out of you, hm dollface?”

he mocks n groans :( grabbing the fat of your bottom just to feel you squirm n whimper, all teary eyed n clenching

“y-your auh luke! ju-st jealous from before-” drool drips from ur pouty lips… n someone your mouth works despite your pretty little cock drunk head!!!

whys he laughing all raspy??-

“mhm yea princess your calling this jealousy? fuckk your such a brat if you can still use your legs after this, I went fuckin easy on you”

n his version of easy is making you squirt all over his cock… shushing your bratty lips with two of his thick digits dripping in your shiny wetness :(((

can u use your shaky legs afterwards?? no… but he refuses to let his girl leave his arms anyways

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[minarinnn]

suggestive content

luke's hands are always his tell.

they tell you when he's nervous. they tell you when he has too much anticipation in his system. and right now, they're telling you that he wants you. bad.

you sit on his lap, your own hands cupping the back of his head, sometimes playing with his strewn about curls. you're connected by your lips, moving languidly against each other, swapping spit and moans throughout. if you weren't being so stingy, you would have been connected at your groins too, but you're left with grinding against each other atop your clothes.

luke is clearly more upset about it than you are. his hands sneak down to your ass every so often, gripping the flesh before slapping his open palm down onto it. and each time, you groan appreciatively. but you refuse to let him take the next step.

if his hand snakes down towards your center, you're quick to lift it back up. if he tries to slip his finger beneath your shorts, you're slapping his hand away.

he'd fed up with you, you can tell from the way he nips on your bottom lip a little harshly, and the way he determinedly sucks a hickey on the side of your neck as if his life depends on it.

eventually, he gets to the point of begging.

"angel, please," murmured into your chest as he ruts his hips up into yours. "at least let me eat you out."

you giggle a little, scratching the back of his head mindlessly. you aren't opposed to the offer, but luke has an obsession with your cunt. sometimes, his advances need to be denied.

"let's just kiss for now, luke," you tell him sweetly, as if you don't know what you've been doing to him.

he huffs petulantly, his words brattish. "we've been kissing for fucking ever."

your thumb digs under his chin. you lift his head.

"are you saying you don't like kissing me?" it's hard to hide your teasing smile but you almost accomplish it. almost.

"you know that's not what i meant."

he leans in, nudging his nose against yours. "besides," he presses his lips to yours once. "i would still be kissing you, wouldn't i?"

[minarinnn]

thinking about an au where luke never betrays camp and he’s just a silly older brother figure for percy, annabeth and the rest of the kids at camp. eventually going back to his mother and living happily ever after ☺️ sigh

[minarinnn]

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luke castellan brings out equal parts “i can fix him” and “i could make him worse” from me

[minarinnn]

Percy Hugging Annabeth: Yay :) Annabeth is hugging me. I love her hugs— oh wait, it’s just because she’s gotta whisper to me about Clarisse without looking suspicious. Okay. Mhm. Yeah, cool cool. So cool.

Annabeth Hugging Percy: Okay, I need to tell Percy about Clarisse without looking suspicious…Well, the only way to do that is to hug him like I never want to be apart again. Uh huh. The only way. Yeah, cool cool. So cool.