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Nicola Coughlan and Luke Newton for The Washington Post Lockscreens 🤍

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“Anakin's visit“

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5 seconds of summer lockscreens please

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I'm beginning to think that the partnership between Luke and The Gentleman's Journal is out to get me. Twice now they've delivered photoshoots with zero misses and the photos I will stare at for the next couple of weeks.

Or months...

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this most certainly would’ve been my phone background at 14

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@crownedinmarigolds made my whole month with a delsidhe surprise!!

pov: you just woke up from torpor and this purple asshole's about to break bones you didnt even know you had

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“Let Me Be Yours Tonight” — Submissive Luke Hemmings x Reader

The room was dimly lit, a soft amber glow from the candles casting long shadows across the walls. Luke sat at the edge of your bed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie like a nervous schoolboy instead of a world-famous musician. His legs were parted slightly, hands twitching like he didn’t know what to do with them, and his wide blue eyes followed you with a desperation that made you smirk.

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” you said calmly, though your voice held a dark promise.

He shook his head, breath catching. “I want this. I want you.” His voice was a whisper, hoarse with need. “Just… tell me what to do.”

You stepped closer, tilting your head as you studied him. “Tell you what to do?” you echoed. “God, you really can’t function without someone leading you, can you?”

His cheeks flushed, and he ducked his head, shoulders hunched in shame—but not resistance.

“Take off your hoodie,” you said, tone flat and disinterested, like it bored you to watch him struggle.

He obeyed quickly, hands shaking, fabric catching on his arm awkwardly. You didn’t offer to help. You just watched, amused, as he fumbled.

When he finally got it off, you stepped between his legs and brushed your fingers through his messy blond curls. His eyes fluttered shut, breath hitching at even the smallest touch.

“You’ve had a long day, haven’t you?” you cooed mockingly. “Poor thing. You’re already coming undone, and I’ve barely touched you.”

He looked up at you, helpless. “I—I just want to be good,” he whispered.

“Good?” you laughed, a cruel sound. “Baby, you’re already trembling like a pathetic little toy, and I haven’t even taken my shoes off. You really think that’s ‘good’?”

He whimpered, and the sound was delicious. You could feel the need radiating off him in waves—hot and clumsy and humiliating.

“Hands behind your back.”

He complied instantly, sitting up straighter, trying so hard to look presentable. His back was curved slightly, like he couldn’t quite hold himself up, but he was trying for you. Only for you.

You circled him slowly, fingers dragging across his bare shoulders, light enough to make him shiver.

“So eager to please,” you murmured. “And for what? You think being good is going to get you praise? You think you deserve it?”

“No,” he breathed, eyes fluttering closed in shame. “I just—I just want to be what you want.”

You stopped behind him, leaned down, your breath against his ear. “You want to be what I want? Luke, you can’t even sit still without fidgeting like a desperate little mutt.”

He whimpered again—pathetic—and you smiled.

“I haven’t even touched you properly yet, and you’re falling apart. God, you’re embarrassing.”

“I—I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Please don’t stop. I’ll be better.”

You stepped in front of him again, slowly. “You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” he said too fast, too eager. “Please. I need—”

You slapped his cheek lightly—not hard, just enough to snap him back into the moment and watch his lips part in surprise.

“I said beg,” you hissed. “Don’t just ask. Get on your knees.”

He dropped like he’d been waiting for permission all night. The second his knees hit the floor, he looked up at you with worship in his eyes, as though you were something sacred and terrifying all at once.

“Use your words,” you said, standing tall above him. “Let’s hear how badly you want it. How low you’ll sink for me.”

He blinked up at you, utterly undone. “Please… I need you. I need to be used—I don’t care what you do to me, I just… I want to be yours. I want to be good for you. I’ll do anything. Just—please, please…”

You tilted your head, amused. He was really unraveling now—begging like his life depended on it.

“You’re so weak for me it’s disgusting,” you whispered, dragging your fingers through his hair and yanking his head back just enough to expose his throat. “You like this, don’t you? Being beneath me. Being talked down to.”

His breath hitched. “Yes.”

“Of course you do,” you sneered. “You’re not going to come tonight unless I say so. In fact, you’re not going to do anything unless I tell you to. You exist for me tonight. Got it?”

“Yes,” he choked out. “I belong to you. Please—keep going. Keep saying those things. I’m nothing without you.”

That broke something in you—in a good way. You leaned down, gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“Good boy,” you whispered, and the sound he made was somewhere between a sob and a moan. His whole body trembled under your gaze like just being seen by you was almost too much.

Tonight, he wasn’t the confident rockstar. He wasn’t in charge. He wasn’t anyone.

He was yours.

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🎬 the umbrella academy 一 final season posters ☂️♡❞

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Luke Hemmings |lockscreens|

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Luke Newton and Nicola Coughlan for Town & Country Lockscreens 🤍

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Derek luh

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Bridgerton

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Luke Newton - Kelly Clarkson Show New Season 23. Sept 2024