And Ended With Him Being The Most Gentle Human Who Seeks Out For His Loving Lover And Even His Heartbeat Gets Wild - Tumblr Posts

Hi I saw kiss request were open and I really wanted to ask please can you do a kiss with Luke ? Thank you Have a Wonderful day ☺

They did @vivifucksthevillian but it was older and I had forgotten. (I'm so sorry lovely @queengiuliettafirstlady). Here it is, for you both 💜

Luke x Reader

Word Count: 404

Honey. 

When Luke reaches for you, his eyes soft as the green hills in springtime, hands a paradox of size and gentleness, the sweet feeling that spreads slowly through your limbs can only be compared to the thing he loves most, after you. His strong, calloused palms cup your face with a fragile tenderness one wouldn’t expect from a man of his size. He’s careful, his movements slow, a large beast treading softly so as not to disturb the sleeping fawn in the underbrush. Maybe his deliberate care stems from his surprise that he is allowed and encouraged to touch you like this. That you are willingly and wholeheartedly his. Maybe he’s more of a beast upon whose paw a delicate butterfly has landed, and he moves slow as syrup, in order not to scare this wonder of beauty away.

But you are no delicate butterfly. 

You slide onto his lap, wrapping your own strong arms around his broad shoulders. You are the one who leans forward and captures his lips in a kiss meant to burn away any hesitation, any doubt. He has won the prize of your love and you want him to feel what that means. That under his strength, you won’t shatter, but flourish and meet that power with a ferocity of your own. You kiss him with the force of your desire, your fingers diving into the flame of his hair, grasping the soft strands. His lips part in a soundless gasp and you, opportunist, take advantage of it, eager to taste him. He is warm and sweet, carrying the faint, sugary taste of his beloved honey on his tongue. Your hands, though small, are a vice, holding him still so you can chase the ghostly essence of that sweetness. 

He submits to you easily, his body lax and at your command. Your hands leave the silken jungle of his hair, travel the broad steppes of his shoulders, and end with your fingertips dancing across the wide plain of his chest. His heart thunders under your touch, a wild animal bucking against his breastbone. You press your palm against it, your kiss slowing from the glare of bright wildfire to the slow, steady warmth of glowing embers. Your mouth closes and you press your lips to his, sweetly. Once. Twice. His body shudders under yours, a tremor of emotion rocking his long limbs, love settling itself into your foundation.

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