#Luke Hemmings 5 seconds of summer

[prettyyyboyluke]

Hotel Room

~ 

the room is filled with sweat, heavy breaths, and skin slapping together. y/n’s gripping the dresser so hard that her knuckles are white. luke’s cock is pounding into her tight, wet walls. “look at you, begging for my cock, such a greedy girl.” luke rasps, his hand tight around y/n’s throat. y/n’s eyes are closed, bottom lip between her teeth, her chest glistening with sweat, and her stomach in knots. “open your eyes, angel, i wanna look at how desperate you are.” luke demands her. she’s not thinking of anything else other than luke’s cock. her knees knock together, making it harder for luke to move. he opens her legs back up, seeing how sensitive her cunt is. 

“y/n! does that sound good?” michael finally snaps her out of her memory. 

she didn’t even realize she was spaced out, but luke sure did. she wasn’t exactly subtle when she was squeezing her thighs together. “what? yeah, sure, i’m good with whatever.” she finally responds. 

michael raises an eyebrow at her, “were you even listening to any of this conversation?” 

all eyes turn to her, and her cheeks heat up. luke places a hand on her thigh, quite high up on her thigh, and her mind is distracted again. she feels butterflies in her lower stomach when luke squeezes her thigh. “y-yeah, dinner, right?” she tries to think back to the conversation before her mind started to wander. 

her breath becomes uneven, some catching in her throat, and some too short for her to exhale. “okay, maybe she was listening.” calum says. y/n gives a weak smile before looking at luke, and he’s staring back at her. she wants to sink into her seat and hide, but luke won’t let her. 

the group becomes distracted with another conversation, thank god. “what were you thinking about, angel? ‘cause i know it wasn’t about dinner.” luke whispers to her. 

y/n shakes her head, “nothing.” the word rushes out of her mouth. luke raises an eyebrow at her, unimpressed with the lie. 

“c’mon angel, i saw your thighs squeeze together. and you sure froze up when i put my hand on your thigh. so, i’m going to ask you again, what were you thinking about?” luke speaks, his voice more stern. 

the whole time luke is speaking, all y/n can think about is his lips. how he kisses her entire body, nipping and sucking at her sweet spots, leaving no part untouched. it's crystal clear, now, that she wasn’t listening. luke squeezes her thighs again, her skin pinching between his rings, and she gasps lowly. “i-i was thinking about this morning.” she says, her head hanging and her eyes refusing to look at luke’s. 

“yeah? what about this morning?” luke says, sitting up straight in his chair. when y/n doesn’t answer right away, he says, “don’t get all shy on me now.” 

“i was thinking about how you were fucking me on the dresser.” she says, eyes peering up at luke. 

luke smirks at her, “can’t go two seconds without thinking about my cock, huh?” he says in a mocking tone. y/n whines, feeling her wetness pool in her panties. “i bet your little pussy is wet just wishing i was pounding into it right now.” he says. because she’s in his lap, with her legs swung over his sideways, his hand moves further up her thigh until he meets her clothed clit. 

y/n wraps her hand around luke’s wrist, not wanting to draw anymore attention to herself then she already has. her mind is battling with itself right now. not wanting to be rude to their friends, but also wanting luke to take her back to their hotel room and fuck her senseless, she settles in and does her best to calm her mind. 

~ 

y/n wasn’t able to get her mind to rest. luke wanted to take a nap before they went to dinner, and y/n reluctantly agreed, knowing she would be punished if she whined. her dream didn’t help either. 

“such a whiny little girl. never satisfied, are you?” luke spits. y/n’s being help up in front of the bathroom mirror, seeing how luke’s fucking her from behind. she’s rubbing fast circles on her clit, wanting her high to approach faster. luke’s grip in her hair is tight that her head starts to hurt. 

y/n lets out a loud, strangled moan for luke. “please, can i cum? i wanna cum!” y/n begs. luke has a sinister smirk on his face, loving how his little girl is begging for him. 

she’s knocked out of her trance, again, with a nudge from ashton. “huh? what are we talking about?” she says, blinking a few times in a row. 

“what do you want to drink?” ashton says. 

“oh, a tequila red bull, please.” she answers. y/n knows she’s raising suspicion between the boys, and she’s hoping her drink will calm her down. 

“are you alright, y/n? you’ve been very spacey all day.” calum asks her. 

y/n sighs before answering, “yeah. just in my own head, i guess.” 

luke has never seen y/n so desperate, at least not like this. normally she can compose herself until they’re alone, but she hasn’t been able to. luke pulls y/n’s wrist so she can stand up. “we’ll be right back.” he tells the group. luke pulls y/n through the restaurant until he finds the bathroom. 

locking themselves in, y/n’s mind is racing a million miles a minute. she sees how dark luke’s eyes are, and is hoping he’ll give her some type of release. “what are we doing in here?” she finally asks. luke picks her up by her hips and sets her on the counter. he’s standing between her legs, and brings her hips down so her clothed pussy is against his hard on. 

his hands slid up her thighs, stopping when he meets her clit, and luke can really feel how wet she is. “jesus christ, angel, you’re drenched,” luke says. she’s looking up at him, desperately wanting to kiss his soft lips. luke takes his free hand and pulls y/n in for a kiss. 

as soon as their lips connect, luke moves y/n’s panties to the side and plunges a finger deep inside her. she gasps into the kiss, her body immediately overcome with pleasure. all of her clouded thoughts are finally gone when she relaxes her body into luke. “you wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” luke asks, adding another finger to her throbbing pussy. 

y/n throws her head back, taking in what luke is finally giving her. “please, luke, i-i need it so bad.” she begs. 

“you don’t need it, you want it. being a greedy girl isn’t going to get you far.” he tells her. luke can feel y/n’s walls squeezing his fingers, and she’s ready to release. “do you wanna cum? look at you, a pretty little mess.” he says. 

y/n’s nodding her head frantically, and luke knows this is what she needs to get through the rest of dinner. luke looks down and sees how his fingers are sliding in and out of y/n’s walls, his fingers drenched in her arousal. “i’m right there, please don’t stop,” she whispers. 

luke doesn’t, he keeps his fingers moving, even though his wrist is starting to cramp. y/n’s back arches off the mirror, her legs shaking, and her arousal drenched on the inside of her thighs. luke coaxes her through her orgasm, whispering into her ear sweet sayings. “that’s it, cum all over my hand. i can feel how close you are.” luke encourages her. 

“yes, yes,” y/n whimpers. he takes his fingers out her dripping cunt when her breathing returns to normal. he taps his fingers on her lips so she can taste herself. 

he gives her a second before helping her off the counter, and smooths her dress out. “better?” he asks rhetorically. she nods her head and takes his hand, leading them back to the table. 

~ 

dinner ended quite later than expected, but y/n was able to sit through it after luke took her to the bathroom. she was more excited to get back to their hotel room so she can finally have him to herself. luke might be selfish when it comes to y/n, but y/n’s worse. she was twiddling her thumbs the whole car ride back. 

y/n quickly said goodnight to their friends, and had luke lead her straight to the elevators. she was hot on his tail, holding a tight grip to his fingers. she stood right in front of luke when they got inside the elevator, tracing and tugging lightly at his belt. her lips held a faint smile, every scenario playing back in her head. she finally snaps out of it when she hears the elevator ding. 

luke fiddled with the key too much, “hurry up!” y/n said, annoyance tracing her tone. the door finally opened, and y/n walked in, pulling luke with her. the door shut, and luke was all y/n’s. she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tip toes to bring his lips to hers. their lips intertwined, and y/n felt a breath leave her. 

luke grabbed the under side of her thighs, having her legs wrap around his waist. she smiles into the kiss, grabbing his face and setting him where she wants him. her tongue swirls against luke’s, tequila still lingering. she grabs the back of his hair and pulls his lips off of hers. 

y/n’s eyes meets with luke’s dark blue ones. her hair falls in her face, shielding her blushing cheeks. “finally, all to myself.” she whispers against his lips. she pulls luke back down to her, getting as close to him as she possibly can. luke sets y/n down on the bed, kneeling and lifting her dress up. 

he’s met with her cunt even more drenched than before. “what did i say about being greedy?” luke says, slapping the inside of her thigh. 

y/n yelps out, “being greedy won’t get me very far.” she tells him. 

“good girl.” luke whispers to her. luke’s hands roam all over her body, delicately kissing each crevasse he passes. “waited like a good girl, didn’t we.” he tells her, now towering over her. 

y/n looks up at luke, she’s smiling, waiting for him to give her his worst. “gonna be good for you the whole night, no sass either.” she tells him. luke raises a brow at her, not sure if she’s being 100% serious or not. and y/n is, she’s waited all night for luke, she’s not gonna fuck it up within the first couple of minutes. 

luke takes the rest of her dress off, letting her hair fall down her back. her nipples pebble immediately from the cold hotel air. she’s waiting patiently for luke, ankles crossed, hands held, just waiting for her next instruction. “tell me about one of the scenarios that kept your mind occupied the whole night.” he finally says, holding her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him. 

her expression changes quickly, not sure of what to say. she could tell him about her dream, she could tell him to fuck her on the desk, in the chair… “y/n, i asked you a question.” luke snaps his fingers in her face. her eyes find luke’s again, staring at him with nothing to say. 

“i-i, well, i had a d-dream,” she finally stutters out. luke smiles at her, waiting for her to continue as he moves down her body. he kisses every inch of her, his fingers fluttering dangerously close to her pussy. she pauses. 

“keep going, angel, i wanna hear about your dream,” luke says. y/n takes a deep breath. 

“well first, the scene is different, it’s not on the bed,” she says, somewhat giggling. luke hums and starts kissing the inside of her thigh. she freezes her movements, and continues, “and you were holding me,” she stops talking when she feels luke kiss her clit. 

luke’s still interested, but he wants to hear her moan instead. he takes her clit into his mouth, sucking harshly. he holds her thighs open, diving into her wet cunt. he starts licking her clit fast, teasing her hole with his finger. she whines and pushes her hips further into luke. he wraps his arms around her waist, keeping her still. his lips let go of her clit, seeing how red and needy her pussy is to cum. 

he takes his fingers and starts rubbing her clit harshly. y/n’s hips flex down, feeling her lower stomach ache. luke spits on her pussy, seeing how desperate she is to cum. y/n arches her back, her thighs twitching as she feels herself releasing all over luke. she attempts to push his hand away, but she fails. luke takes his fingers off her clit, and he swears he saw it twitch a few good times. 

thank god her subconscious tells her. she giggles at that. “what’s so funny?” luke asks. 

she shakes her head, trying to conceal her smile, “n-nothing.” 

luke raises an eyebrow at her again, and unbuckles his pants immediately. he takes his cock out, his tip begging for some attention. y/n didn’t even notice the droplet of spit luke dropped on her pussy. he rubs his cock through her folds, gaining back her attention. he grabs her hips and sets her down on his cock by his pleasure. y/n feels like luke is taking forever to fuck her, and he is. he just wants to see her work for it, that’s all. with enough pleading, she can get luke to do all the work. 

“please! just hurry up!” she repeats from earlier. luke smacks one of her tits, hard enough to see light fingerprints. “ouchie,” she pouts and her shoulders cave in. 

“ouchie,” luke mocks her. the grip he has on her waist tightens, “you want me to hurry? i can hurry, angel, but that just means you won’t be getting off any sooner than before.” he spits at her. he’s basically picking up her hips at this point, slamming in and out of her harshly. 

y/n grips luke’s forearms, “i-i wanna get off too! please,” she begs him. 

“me first, angel,” luke moans. he watches how quick he is slipping in and out of y/n’s tight, wet hole. she’s been wet all day, her walls are so plushy that luke feels like he could settle his cock there forever. “fuck,” he groans, slapping her thigh, “so fucking wet.” 

luke lets go of her hips and intertwines his fingers with hers. their foreheads are pressed against each others, and y/n can’t look up from how luke’s cock slides in and out of her. luke is desperately chasing his high, and he needs more from y/n. he quickly licks two of his fingers and starts rubbing fast circles on her clit. 

“oh, yes, please,” she moans, throwing her head back. luke catches her lips and a whine gets caught in her throat. y/n is quick to take her lips off of luke’s. “please, i want it, so bad,” she begs. luke grabs her face so hard she opens her eyes. 

“what did i say about being greedy?” he spits at her. she whines and throws her head back, not wanting to deal with it right now. her hips continued moving when she felt his slow down. she didn’t care about being greedy, she cared about luke cumming so she could. 

y/n shakes her head, “n-no, please luke-“ 

“‘please luke’ what? hmm?” he grabs her face again, looking at how glossy her eyes are and not a single thought behind them. “you know what, open your mouth.” he demands her. she pouts at him and opens her mouth. he spits in her mouth, and she swallows it immediately. “good girl, that’s the first thing you’ve done right all night.” he says, finally fucking back into her. 

she holds her thighs back, hearing the sound of skin slapping echo in the room. her walls tighten around luke’s cock, waiting for him to release. her pussy pushes back on his cock, making it slip out of her completely. his tip is leaking with cum. he slips his cock right back into y/n’s pussy. 

her body completely opens up to luke. “i need you,” she gasps into his skin. “i need you now.” she says. luke watches her twist and squirm below him, and he takes her hips in his hands, smacking her harder against his cock, making her sore pussy ache. luke pulls y/n roughly against him, their bodies colliding. 

once her hips shift away from his, luke’s grip becomes harder. “you’ll take every inch,” he snarls, his eyes now glazed over. 

“hmm,” she moans, knowing the time’s getting closer. her pussy holds on tight to luke’s cock, her stomach boiling, hands in fists. 

“every. inch.” he says, sinking his cock as deep inside her he could. y/n’s body shutters as she feels her orgasm leave her, the bottom of her stomach now filled with butterflies. she brings her thighs to her stomach, somewhat holding herself, and letting luke know she needs a second to recover. he’s towering over her, brushing the stray hairs out of her face. her pats her cheek twice, making her head turn towards him. 

eyes flutter open, her pupils taking up her whole eye once she opens them. she lets luke open her legs back up, her pussy raw and sensitive to anything. luke smirks when his fingers get just a little too close for y/n’s liking and her thighs close. she slaps him lightly, “not funny.” she pouts. 

luke lays on his side facing her now, intertwining their legs so he can still sink his cock into her pussy. he doesn’t, though, both of them need a second. he drags his fingertips across her top leg, making her hips flex. her pussy hovering over luke’s cock, barely. she refrains from running her folds on his cock. luke goes back to brush her hair out of her face, trying to detangle it as much as he can, he knows y/n hates that. 

y/n leans up to kiss luke. she lets her lips do all the talking, going at luke’s rhythm. luke settles his hand on y/n’s hips, pulling her in slightly. her hand travels down his body, stopping when she feels her fingers brush the tip of his cock. his breath now hitches, and y/n smiles. her hand dances on his waist, teasing him with how close she gets. he’s getting sick of her game. 

luke grabs her hips tightly, moving her on top of him. luke doesn’t let her sit down on his cock, he brings her until her pussy is flush with his tongue. he brings y/n down to her knees, and she’s refusing to sit all her weight on luke. he takes her clit into his mouth, sucking harshly. she squeals, moving her hips, but luke’s grip is too strong for her to actually move. 

she looks up, seeing the headboard of the hotel bed, and grabs it. when she peaks down, luke’s eyes are closed, indulged in her pussy. her thighs are now squeezing lightly against the side of luke’s head. she hovers barely over luke’s mouth and he starts flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue. 

“ahh, yes, don’t stop,” she moans. it’s not short after luke has her gliding against his tongue. she feels embarrassed, and whines at luke. he doesn’t want to lift his head for a second, not until she’s shaking. he smacks her ass instead as his answer to her whine. she feels the tip of her orgasm, and she needs luke to get her there. her pussy hovers over him again, and he goes back to flicking her clit with the tip of tongue. the fire is so deep in her stomach, she doesn’t feel luke’s nails digging on the inside of her thighs. 

her hips flex towards the headboard, and luke pushes her hips back with his thumbs. his tongue is moving as fast as he possibly can make it go. y/n’s quick to grab fistfuls of luke’s hair, pulling it as she feels herself fall forwards. she’s still sitting up though. “please, please, please!” she shouts. the insides of her thighs become drenched with her arousal, and luke’s chin is glistening with it too. he’s still between her thighs, she has to pull him off of her. 

luke starts to sit up, bringing y/n down as he situated himself. his cock is rock hard again. he’s quick to grab her by the back of her hair and bring her to kiss him. he thinks of how he wants them next while y/n is trying to kiss luke back. she’s thinking of how can she let luke give her a quick breather. y/n’s body starts to lean back, but luke places a hand on her lower back, pulling her back in towards him. her lips detach themselves from luke’s, pink and bruised. she sets her forehead on his shoulder, taking three deep breaths. 

“come on, angel, you can take it.” luke grips her hips, assisting her in sliding him inside of her wet, plushy walls. they both moaned when she was sat down fully on luke’s cock. 

“you feel so good,” y/n groans as she rolls her hips in circles, keeping luke inside of her. her brow furrowed as she fucked him and felt him rub her insides. her body became so hot, she got goosebumps. luke throws his head back, seeing his adam’s apple gulp, her walls clench tightly around his cock. she has her hands settled on both of his shoulders, hearing as he lets out grunts that fluttered inside y/n. 

“oh, you know how to fuck me,” luke breaths as y/n’s hips move faster. her pussy is sliding up and down on his cock, with ease. y/n feels pleasure wash over her and with how luke was talking to her, let her orgasm build up. “just like that, angel, don’t stop moving— that’s right,” he groans. his eyes slid back, and he flung back his head. his jaw clenched, panting heavily as y/n continued to slam into him. everything in her hurt, but not in a bad way. she knows this is what she asked for, and luke was doing everything to her, it hurt so bad, she may just pass out. 

her thighs were violently shaking from every single thing her body was taking. tears welled up in her eyes as she bites down on luke’s shoulder below her. “what’s wrong now, angel?” luke huffed, snapping his neck back up to look at her. he holds her back to watch his cock delve in and out of her. “this is what you wanted, right? look at you, a fuckin’ mess.” 

“i — need to cum, luke, plea—“ she cries out as luke snapped his hips, pumping his cock deep inside of her, “i can’t hold it anymore!” 

“you have been whining all fucking night. every conversation, someone had to snap their fingers at you to get your head out of the clouds,” luke tsked. he grabs her hair again, pulling her back so he can look at her. his thumb drags itself across her lips, playing with them. she takes his thumb inside her mouth, sucking on it lazily. he watches as y/n’s eyes open and close in a cycle. he takes his thumb out of her mouth and moves it down to rub her clit. 

a moan leaves her lips, neither of them can tell what it means, her mind completely fogged up. her clit is pulsing under luke’s touch. “cum for me, angel, let go,” luke mumbles, riding her last orgasm out. she let out a soft moan, all she could hear was white noise. she was shaking so much, she closed her legs tightly around his hips. her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her head rolled from one side to the other. luke let out a hiss, gripping her hips, slamming his cock into her over and over again until he felt himself cum long, thick ropes. 

once her body rode out the orgasm, she felt like she was liquid in luke’s lap. he pulled out of her, hearing a soft gasp from y/n as she felt all the cum drip down of out her pussy. she curled up into luke, half asleep already. he brushes the hair out of her face again, detangling it for her. “did so good for me, angel.” he tells her and kisses her forehead. she hears him, but she still feels like her ears are ringing. “you okay?” he asks her. 

y/n opens her eyes, barely, and smiles at luke. she nods her head, and she can still feel her pussy throbbing. “let’s go take a bath, we can use everything that the hotel set out for us.” luke tells her. she gives luke a gentle kiss. 

“just a bath.” y/n says faintly. 

[nicksbestie]

hii!! i was wondering if you could write a luke fic idea i had :))

sooo i have a tally tat and i was thinking about what it would be like if you took luke with you to get a tattoo but you won't tell him what it is until you're getting it done and it happens to be the tatty tattoo (kinda the same style as his but on the side of your hip) ORRR maybe you already have one and it's his reaction to seeing it for the first time. either way i just knowwwww he would lose it in the best way if he found out you had a piece of him become a piece of you

thank u bff!!

Tally Tattoo

word count : 1713

warnings : general tattoo stuff, discussion of needles

enjoy!

<3

Tattoos were a big piece of your life, loving to get important things inked onto you so that you could remember it forever.

The question of “you know that’s permanent, right?” or “what if you stop liking them or that thing and then it’s stuck on you forever?” never really bothered you, because you knew that if something was a big enough deal for you to get a tattoo of it, that you could always look back on it and remember just how much it meant to you at the time, fond memories would fill your mind. 

So, if there was something that meant enough to you, you would get it tattooed. You’d gotten music artists, movie characters, flowers, things related to concerts, and more. There was next to nothing that you wouldn’t get if you had a special enough connection to it, and that’s what led you to your current tattoo appointment, the one you were getting ready for now. Your boyfriend was part of a band, and you had been with him for multiple years. You’d been a fan before even getting lucky enough to meet him, and then to end up dating him was a dream come true for you. You’d always wanted their original band logo tattooed, and now that you were dating their lead singer, it felt like the perfect time to get it done.

So you had booked the appointment, told Luke you had the appointment, but conveniently kept what exactly you were getting a secret, dodging the question every time he asked. He had eventually dropped the subject, realizing that he wasn’t going to get it out of you, and accepting the fact that he was just going to have to wait and find out what it was when you finally had it done. You had told him he wasn’t allowed to go to the appointment with you, not wanting it to be spoiled by him peeking over your’s or the artist’s shoulder, and he had pouted about it before finally giving in and agreeing to stay home. 

The appointment wasn’t until around four in the afternoon, leaving you with a lot of time, and giving Luke a lot more time to try and figure out the design without making it obvious. However, he wasn’t very good at that, and you shut him down every single time until he fake-pouted and sulked on the couch for twenty minutes. He was lucky you loved him so much or his dramatics would be entirely ignored. You laughed for a few seconds before going to sit next to him, moving until his arm was around your shoulders, kissing away the obviously false pout. He broke into a high pitched laugh, turning on some random show to pass time before you two ordered delivery for lunch. Neither of you wanted to get up and make anything. 

As two in the afternoon rolled around, Luke had finally given up on begging you to tell him what it was, pretending that he didn’t care instead. He was the most dramatic partner you’d ever had, but it was all lighthearted and there was no cruelty behind it. He was truly fine with not knowing, he just loved to tease and see if you would break and tell him early. However, you stood strong and kept your secrets close to your chest. You were excited to see his reaction once it was done, and you know it would be much better and much more worth it if you waited until after. 

Just an hour later, you got something else to eat and drink, and were on the way to the shop. Michael had recommended it to you when you told him you were looking to get a new tattoo, but it was quite far away compared to some of the other shops. But, you trusted Michael’s judgment, and booked the appointment with the same artist that had done Michael’s bands and symbol on his right forearm. When you eventually got there, you were just a few minutes early, which was perfect so that you could go over what you wanted, make sure you had the placement you wanted, and get everything absolutely perfect and sanitized before you started the actual tattoo process. 

You decided you wanted it placed on your wrist, on just the outside edge of it. It wasn’t thick lines, thin ones that wouldn’t take very long to get done. It however did take a bit of time to get the stencil placed perfectly, because of where it was, it was kind of awkward to do. However, your artist was patient, and didn’t complain about adjusting it so many times. Obviously, you’re paying for their work, which would be permanently on your skin, so you shouldn’t have to deal with an artist being rude about it, but it was still nice that they were so patient. A lot of artists in the industry weren’t as kind, so you understood why Michael considered this shop and artist worth the drive. You hoped that you could say the same by the end of your trip here, and you were sure you’d be able to. 

The initial sting of the tattoo artist beginning their work sent you a few waves of shock, having been quite distracted on your phone, glancing at Luke’s texts asking how it was going. Getting used to the feeling, having gotten quite a few tattoos before, you sent a few replies before setting your phone down to watch the satisfying appearance of black ink dotting your skin. Only a line or two was done before Luke texted back, you instantly picking it up to see his message asking for a photo of the progress with that begging emoji that only he could send without it being cringy. You fought the urge to laugh and jostle your arm, texting back a “no, nice try, give it up.” Getting a tattoo wasn’t your favorite feeling in the world, it was needles sinking into your skin, of course, but it wasn’t as terrible as it could’ve been, especially with the small design only calling for a singular needle, instead of like Michael’s bands, being a thirty two point. 

Halfway through the design, your artist paused to check in on you. It was a tiny design compared to some, but she still took the time to make sure that you weren’t more affected than usual or needed anything. You took a small water break, not a long one, just enough to move your body a bit so your arms or legs didn’t fall asleep. The rest of the design went by in a flash, and you were ecstatic to get to see it. She took her time, gently cleaning it off, making sure that none of the soap or ink that wasn’t supposed to be there stayed on your skin, examining carefully to check that everything looked right and there were no immediate red flags, before letting you see it in the mirror. You loved it, and immediately told her so. The smile on her face as she was also proud of her work was worth everything. You held as still as possible, partially out of anxiety, as she wrapped it.

You couldn’t wait to see Luke’s reaction, but still patiently sat through the aftercare rules that you’d heard time and time again, making sure to thank the artist profusely before paying, and leaving a generous tip before you left the shop. You would definitely be coming back to this shop, it was absolutely worth the drive, and the artist you had worked with was one of the best you had ever gone to. You texted Michael informing him so, and he replied with nothing less than an “I told you so.” His ego was truly something to be studied in a lab one day. You headed home, knowing that when you got there you’d be unable to avoid Luke and would have to show him immediately, but you still attempted to stall him for as long as you could. It didn’t work, of course. He immediately demanded to see it, and if it had been lower on your wrist, he probably would’ve grabbed it in excitement, but he didn’t, knowing the area was probably still very sensitive. 

You laughed, knowing you couldn’t stall him any longer. With traffic, and since you left the shop, it had been closer to an hour and a half since you got it wrapped, so you removed it, very, very, carefully, before angling your wrist so that he could see it. You wished that you had a third hand to record his reaction, or that you had thought about recording it, because his face was absolutely priceless. There were not many things that made him speechless, but he was fish mouthing, seemingly unable to find anything coherent to say, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the stunned expression on his face. You stopped your laughter when you saw tears building on his lash line, ever the emotional one.

“Lu, are you crying?”

Your tone was lighthearted, no anger or meanness behind it, and he smiled and tried to wipe away any evidence of it. 

“I, we, mean that much to you?”

Avoiding the area that had just been tattooed, you immediately wrapped him in a hug.

“You knew I was a fan before you decided you wanted me as a partner, of course you do! Besides, now we match!”

It was his turn to laugh, hugging you back as he stared at the tally on the outside of his own wrist. 

“No wonder you didn’t let me see it beforehand.”

“That would have ruined the surprise. Don’t you agree that it was better to wait?” 

“Fine, but if I’d known I might not have reacted like this!” 

You still hadn’t let go of him, enjoying the hug. 

“I have no idea why you think that’s better, the whole purpose of waiting was to see this reaction!” Luke spent the next few days absolutely obsessed with the tattoo, always managing to somehow have his matching one pushed up against yours. You two now had matching tattoos, if in slightly different styles, he was certain you weren’t going anywhere now.

[all-timelee]

Please Don’t Cry || A.I.

//Just a short piece, I haven’t had much motivation to write, but I’m pretty much just projecting with this one\\

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any??

Word count: 776

Masterlist

Your eyes stayed trained on the steering wheel in front of you, your car parked in front of your destination, but you stayed put. You were glad no one was around to witness the sad look in your eyes, to witness the tears that slowly began to make their way down your cheeks.

It’d been a rough day, a rough couple of weeks, but you kept going, doing your best to keep it together until right now. You were finally cracking, not having enough strength to hide it anymore as you let all the emotions go.

You were tired and sore, your whole body ached and you just felt drained. You couldn’t stop the waves of tears now pooling out of your eyes at an alarming rate, a loud sob forcing it’s way past your lips.

You tried wiping them away with shaky fingers, but you only succeeded in making more appear. It didn’t take long for the sobs to get louder, until they seemed like they would drown out everything around you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as the your car door opened, Ashton’s face barely being recognizable through your blurry eyes. You quickly tried to clean yourself up, to hide the overflowing emotions, but his hands gently grabbed yours, pulling them away from your face where you tried to wipe away the moisture.

“Baby, what’s going on?” He asked quietly, trying not to startle you further. You couldn’t even reply, your words stuck in your throat. He continued, “Please don’t cry…”

Ashton looked so sad seeing you like this, and it made you feel guilty. You all but fell into his chest, gripping his t-shirt as tight as you could. Your shoulders shook as more sobs escaped your mouth, leaving you breathless.

Ashton held you there for a few seconds before pulling away, holding your chin between his two index fingers. His thumb wiped away at your tears as he stared into your eyes intensely.

“Let’s get you inside, yeah?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, and you nodded, allowing him to wrap an arm around your waist and shut the door behind you, leading you into the house.

You walked into the living room, Ashton’s arm still wrapped tightly around you, and sat on the couch, Ashton immediately joining you. You leaned against his chest once again, tears still soaking his shirt, his hands rubbing small circles against your back.

He didn’t say anything, just listened to the sound of your sobs filling the air, letting you have your moment. As much as Ashton wished he could do more than just sit there, comfort you, this was the least he could do, be there for you if you needed it.

After a few minutes, your breathing had calmed down, though your cheeks were flushed pink and blotchy. You hadn’t realized how hard you were crying until you felt your face relax slightly as you let the tension leave your muscles, your eyes finally opening.

They met Ashton’s gaze and he offered you a small smile, thumb coming up to wipe under your eyes gently. “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, closing your eyes and resting it against Ashton’s shoulder. You felt his arms tighten around you as he pulled you closer, lips coming down to place a kiss on the top of your head.

“Do you need water or something to drink? Can I do anything?” Ashton wished there was more he could do for you, something to ease the pain at least just a little, he’d do whatever you asked of him in this moment, anything to make you feel better.

“Just want you to hold me,” you mumbled after another while, and Ashton nodded. Even if he wasn’t sure exactly what was wrong, he knew you needed his help, wanted his attention. And he’d be damned if he wasn’t gonna give you the full version.

He moved and laid back, allowing you to lay on his chest, head tucked into his neck. He felt you snuggle deeper into his side, and you sighed contently, his hand moving from your back to the hair at the nape of your neck, massaging softly.

You closed your eyes again, and Ashton watched as your breathing began to slow as you slowly fell into slumber. “Love you, Ash.”

It was barely audible, a whisper, but Ashton heard it nonetheless, smiling fondly as his heart warmed. “I love you too. Sleep well, baby,” he whispered, kissing your forehead lightly. He was happy to stay where he was with you, safe and sound, for however long you needed him to.

[valentiyne]

𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 716 ❀ 𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader Summary: Paper-thin walls and numerous noise complaints.

FULL BOOK: MIDNIGHT | L.R.H Warnings: None! Slight swearing if you squint hard enough Word Count: 2.8k Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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Game Night was hosted every third Friday of the month. Cramped in the new tiny apartment, 7 friends and their significant others wound up on my shitty couch shouting nonsense at each other.

The living room consisted of the old couch, my TV on top of a cardboard box I hadn't quite unpacked yet, and numerous card games.

Holding the slip in my hand, I eye the timer in front of me on the makeshift coffee table My eyes scanned the paper quickly before jumping up and snapping my fingers, "Okay okay, it's born in the water but moves onto land when older."

My friends stare at me dumbfounded, their minds elsewhere as I furrow my brows and tap my feet numerous times. "Come on guys, it's what a tadpole turns into when it's older!" I'm practically yelling now, eyes darting between my friends sitting down and the tiny timer on the table.

"A baby turtle?"

"Andddd time"

I groan in annoyance, dropping the slip of paper while walking back to the spot on the couch, and plopping down with a huff.

"A baby turtle? Seriously?' I scoff, rolling my eyes at my friends who couldn't contain their laughter at my obvious annoyance.

"Okay I'll go nex-", My friend Abby was cut short by a knock on the door. It wasn't necessarily a pound, but it definitely made all of us go silent.

We all look at each other quickly, almost mentally counting everyone to make sure it wasn't an expected visitor.

I slide off the couch, my eyebrows raised for a moment before I walk towards the door. Standing on my tiptoes, I look through the peephole to see my next-door neighbor, Lucas, standing there with an annoyed expression painted on his face. I sigh and unlock the door, poking my head out with a smile.

"Are we too loud?", I ask with innocent eyes, my bottom lip tugged into my teeth as I speak quietly. Lucas gave a friendly smile, his eyebags hidden behind his eyeglasses as he turned to point at his door, "I know it's a Friday night but I'm really busy in the studio tonight... kind of hard to concentrate when there's a bunch of girls next door squealing over....?"

I finish the sentence for him, "If tadpoles are baby turtles." I rub the back of my neck shyly, laughing almost to myself.

"Right yeah, is there any way to keep it down just a tad?"

I give him a thumbs up before we part ways- him rubbing his eyes and kicking his door shut with his bare foot and me turning around and closing it softly. My friends all huddled up behind the door, eavesdropping on our conversation, and as soon as the door shut, they all squealed quietly.

"Oh my gosh! Y/n!", My friend Abby gushing, nudging me with her shoulder harshly. "You never told me you have huge chemistry with your neighbor?"

My eyes grow wide and my hands shoot up in defense, "Oh no- Lucas? He's just a neighbor"

All of my friends' eyes were on me now, and an awkward silence fell upon us. I give a mere shrug before walking back over to the coffee table to scoop up all the cards spawled across it.

"Game night at mine next time?", Abby asks from beside me, picking up the numerous cups with mysterious liquids in them with a disgusted look on her face.

I just nod in response, shoving the cards in their rightful places before sighing softly. We said our goodbyes with platonic kisses on the cheeks and dramatic waves before I was left alone in my apartment again.

It was cold, empty, and dead silent in here- completely opposite of the neighbor beside me I'd assume. My bedroom was similar to the living room- a tiny mattress rested on the floor and my toiletries were packed away in numerous boxes I was too lazy to unbox. My head hits the stiff pillow below me and I could hear Lucas in his bedroom strumming his guitar, humming to himself lowly.

It was a little after one o'clock in the morning, but he seemed to be wide awake singing.

"some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard"

It had officially been two weeks since the game night and two weeks since he came to my door. Lucas and I would occasionally make eye contact on the way to the mailboxes or even hold the elevator for one another- but not a single word was shared between us. He was always in his own world, his head bobbing to an imaginary beat inside his head.

Every night I could hear him singing to himself softly, the wall dividing our bedrooms was as thin as paper. The occasional groan and the sound of notebooks hitting the wall distracted me on nights I needed to sleep, but I never once said anything to him. He was a musician- and a very good one to say the least. I didn't want to be the annoying next-door neighbor.

I swing my door open, looking out into the hallway and scanning each door before finally averting my eyes to his own. The wrench in one hand was held on with a tight grip while the other hand carried the TV mount at my side. I could hear the sounds of various instruments being played from behind his door, his voice clearing every few moments to restart a lyric if it didn't sound right the first time.

The hand that held the wrench swung up, knocking on his door a few times before I took a step back and awkwardly looked around the hallway once again. The sounds from behind his door abruptly stopped and I could hear his heavy footsteps making their way towards the door now. Taking one more step back, I watched as Lucas opened the door and looked down at me,

"I'm sorry, am I being too loud?", He cheekily asked, a smile painted on his lips.

"No no, you're fine.", I laugh at his innocent teasing, quoting our most recent encounter. "I was actually coming over to see if you knew how to mount a TV", I poke my head around his figure and motion towards his apartment, "but seeing as you're busy-"

"I'm not busy." He corrects me, leaning inside his door to grab his keys before turning back towards me and grabbing the box from my hand. "Let me help you out, it'll take 10 minutes tops."

It didn't take 10 minutes. Hell, It didn't even take 30 minutes.

There Lucas and I both were, tools of various shapes and sizes sprawled out across my apartment floor and a cheap bottle of wine I found at the back of my fridge.

"Lucas are you sure you know how to-"

"It's Luke and yes, I know how to do this", he grumbles nonsense to himself as he flips through the instruction manual for the third time tonight. I sighed to myself slightly, trying to keep myself from laughing by taking a swig of the wine.

"Could always just use thumbtacks"

This makes Luke laugh, his eyebrows relaxing on his face and cheeks going bright red. He tosses the manual at me, and I put my hands up to defend myself.

"I'm pretty sure some thumbtacks couldnt hold a 35 pound Tv," He holds his stomach as he rolls around my floor, laughing loudly. I roll my eyes at this, groaning and tossing the screwdriver on the floor.

"Look, it's getting late. I'll just have you come over and do it another time.", I point towards the clock, which was held up with thumbtacks, that read two o'clock in the morning.

"Oh shit, sorry I totally spaced it," Luke stands up now, gathering up his tools quickly and giving me a crooked smile. "I'll swing by sometime this week to help you, I promise." I'm smiling now, shooing him out the door quickly.

"Yeah yeah see you later, rockstar", I tease and close the door abruptly, only to be stopped by a foot in the way.

"What are you doing tomorrow?", The way his eyes glimmered in the hallway light, his hair slicked back from sweat and cheeky dimples appeared as he smiled at me.

"I have finals tomorrow morning, and I'll probably be dead by the time its over- anytime after that I'm free.", I groan dramatically and push my palm into my forehead.

Luke just nods, freeing his foot from the doorway, and gives me a thumbs up, "I'll be sure to be quiet tonight so you can get your rest." I thank him kindly and give him a soft wave before closing the door behind him.

Luke was anything but quiet. I tossed and turned throughout the night, pushing the pillow closer to my ears as I heard him attempting to sing a lyric he wasn't even finished with. if there's one thing I've learned about him in the month and a half I've known him- he was a perfectionist. He sang the same things over and over countless times making sure it was absolutely perfect.

"Cause all these bodies are hoping to get addicted-"

I swing my arm up, smacking on the wall a couple times before groaning and letting it fall to my side once again. His side of the wall went silent immediately, the shuffling of papers and a small mumbled "sorry" was heard.

Luke had avoided me from that point forward: he didn't hold the elevator for me nor did he come and check his overflowing mailbox.

I found myself at his door once again, knocking in one swift movement before clearing my throat. I could hear him shuffling around his apartment, a loud thud followed by a "shit, one second!".

The door opens and a dripping-wet Luke is before me, a towel tightly wrapped around his waist. I blink a few times, holding my gaze above his shoulders out of respect.

"Why are you avoiding me", I ask in a monotone voice, cutting straight to the point. He raises his eyebrows at this now, one hand sassily on his hip.

"Who said I was avoiding you?", He chuckles lightly and opens the door wider, motioning for me to enter. My nose is filled with the smell of the oven baking something sweet mixed with his charcoal body wash. I step inside with a smile, closing the door behind me.

Luke wipes the water from his face and turns away from me, entering his bathroom for a split second, leaving me standing in his kitchen.

I glance around his living room: Pictures of his friends and family are hung up neatly on the wall, his instruments are laid out on the floor around his couch, and his bookshelf is overflowing with numerous copies of musical books.

He emerges from the bathroom once again, now clothed in a sweatshirt and basketball shorts and the towel that was once wrapped around his waist was now encased in his curls.

"I was just going to invite you over actually," He laughs again, flashing me his million-dollar smile before pointing at his dining table. It was decorated with a lace tablecloth, a small bouquet of flowers sitting in a glass-decorated vase, and a plate of steaming hot pasta was laid out. I smile to myself slightly, looking back up at him before taking my seat at the table, he rushes forward, scooting my chair in for me before taking his own seat across from me.

"What's the occasion?" I ask while picking up my fork, poking at the seafood pasta that was professionally plated. If you would've told me he hired a chef to make dinner- I would've believed you.

"I was loud on the night of your finals and I felt horrible knowing I kept you up all night", He picks up his napkin and places it neatly on his lap, "I wanted to make it up to you after I mounted your TV buttt you showed up a little early", He teases.

I take a bite of my food, groaning into the fork with a muffled giggle as my eyes look up at his. The food was amazing, and the flavor was intricately picked out to perfection.

Going back, this perfectly proved my point that Luke was a perfectionist.

We found small talk, conversing over what I was majoring in and what he was busy working on.

"So the album is almost done, I just need to finish this last song," He shrugs his shoulders and scrapes at the remains off his plate. I smile to myself, looking up now with innocent eyes, "Maybe I can help?"

He stands up abruptly, turning around and opening the oven to reveal the freshly baked brownies he had made- from scratch may I add. I groan in anticipation and rub my hands together dramatically. He grabs the brownies with oven mitts, turning around and facing me.

"If you want to help me, I'll allow it", he laughs and places the pan down gently and walks towards his living room, picking up a notebook that was previously thrown across the room.

"Here", he places it in front of me, removing my empty plate and walking

The notebook was written in barely eligible handwriting, with numerous words crossed out and mental notes scribbled on the sides.

Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard so if I tell you, just keep it and don't say a word. when the doors are all closing.....It's bound to get ?? all these bodies are hoping to get addicted to

The rest of the page was scribbled out, lyrics that never made the cut. I snatch the pen from the metal spiral holding the pages together and click it once.

"it's bound to get.... loud?" I scribble it down next to the question marks and look up at him, scratching his chin with a nod. His cheeks were red now, the wine flushing through his body.

"What rhymes with loud?"

I look up at him now, as he scoots his chair right up next to me to the point our legs are touching.

"Cloud, hmmm,"

"Sound," we both say in unison.

Luke claps his hands together and grabs the pen from my hands, opening the notebook to a new page and scribbling down the new and improved lyrics. I watch him closely, the way his eyes twinkled and dimples poked through when he was concentrating.

I was so screwed. I was falling for my next door neighbor.

I didn't see him for another two weeks, his side of the wall seemed eerily vacant and completely silent. I even knocked a few times in hopes he'd knock back in some sort of rhythm, but there was no response.

Hearing the knock on my door shot my body out of bed, sweat dripping down my neck and sides. I groan and tap on my phone to check the time, blinding myself in the process. The pounding never stopped, not until I stumbled out of bed and opened my door. My heart skipped a beat, praying that the blonde would be on the other side with that cheeky smile I adored.

"Hello?", I ask in a groggy voice whilst rubbing my eyes and squinting up at the person who disturbed my slumber- at 2 a.m. may I add.

Instead of a person, I was met with an empty cold hallway. I avert my gaze down and towards my door mat. There, set up neatly was a bouquet of flowers with a note tied to the front with white lace.

I smile at myself and crouch down, picking up the thoughtful gift and looking down the hallway one last time before kicking my door shut.

Y/n,

I'm sorry I didn't see you before I left. Our album releases at 2:30am today and I was supposed to leave at 2... I just knew I had to leave you something on my way out. I hope you like the flowers I picked out my mom helped me.

I'd have probably sent you the link to the album by the time you finish reading this note.

I'm going to be all over the world, touring and doing what I love. I can't wait to be back home and see you again, i'll make sure to facetime every change I get.

love,

your rockstar

I could hear the familiar ringtone from my bedroom, alerting me that Luke was a man of his word. I wipe a few stray tears and make my way to the bedroom, snatching my phone up with my free hand and clicking the link he had sent me.

This is the song I spent the last 3 months working on, keeping you tossing and turning until finally you perfected it.

Mp3.ifwallscouldtalk.demo

[calumshze]

ppl will be like “that’s my favorite band!!” and it’s just a group of 4 australians who regularly film sauce commercials

[gaycheeseandcrackers]

Luke and Calum not knowing what to do with themselves while Michael is having his solo moment

[teapartyprincess4two]

‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧ MASTERLIST ‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

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‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧ Sturniolo Triplets ‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

⭒ Big Sister- Sturniolo Triplets 🎀

summary: Reader is a couple of years older than the triplets, having lived a completely different life to theirs by the age of 25 and is invited onto the Cut The Camera Podcast as a special guest. Reader and triplets retell stories of their childhood and learn more about the readers past.

⭒ Big Sister Pt. 2- Sturniolo Triplets 🎀,🦢

summary: After visiting the triplets in L.A, the reader returns back home and works with her brothers to plan another get together. This time the triplets visit her, taking a trip down to the Lone Star State.

⭒ Big Sister Pt. 3- Sturniolo Triplets 🎀

summary: Your brothers have always been overprotective of you, and they do a good job of showing it while filming with Sam and Colby.

☆N. Sturniolo☆ (click for series)

⭒ Truth or Dare- N. Sturniolo 🎀

summary: Nick and his best friend always find themselves playing truth or dare.

⭒ 4 In The Morning- N. Sturniolo 🦢,🎀

summary: Your best friend Nick comforts you after receiving some unexpected news.

⭒ Talkative- N. Sturniolo 💌,🎀

summary: head cannons of Nick with a yapper bff!

☆M. Sturniolo☆ (click for series)

⭒ Full Set- M. Sturniolo 🧸

summary: Reader is a well renowned nail tech in L.A and due to her growing popularity has become everyone’s go-to nail tech. This leads her to become a workaholic, stunting many of the areas of her life. Three regular customers work towards changing that.

⭒ In Denial- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸

summary: It’s hard to admit when you’re in love, especially when the person you love is so different from you. But, as they say, opposites attract.

⭒ Small Town Dreaming- M. Sturniolo 🧸

summary: There’s not much to do in this small town but fall in love.

⭒ Heartbreak Girl- M. Sturniolo 🦢

summary: Matt’s in love with you, but you’re too in love with someone else to realize it.

⭒ Heartbreak Girl PT.2- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸

summary: Matt tries moving on, but you reel him back in every time.

⭒ Manage- M. Sturniolo 💋

summary: You’re Matt’s secretary, in charge of overseeing everything related to his schedule. Everyday when you come into the office he suppresses the urge to take you then and there. When on a work business trip, he can’t hold back anymore.

⭒ I’ll Play Your Game- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸

summary: You’re the Pastor’s daughter, all eyes are always on you. So, why not put on a show?

⭒ Intrusive Thoughts- M. Sturniolo 💋

summary: You’re forced to sit on Matt’s lap during a long roadtrip and once you arrive at your destination he lets his intrusive thoughts win.

⭒ Intrusive Thoughts PT.2- M. Sturniolo💋

summary: The morning after yours and Matt’s night together, you go for round two.

⭒ Carnal Desires- M. Sturniolo💋

summary: You join Matt and his family on a vacation, and get lost together while on a hike. Instead of freaking out, you two take advantage of the sudden alone time.

⭒ Talkative- M. Sturniolo 💌, 🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

⭒ A Cold Sunday- M. Sturniolo🧸

summary: You and Matt spend a cold Sunday morning together, snuggling up and keeping warm.

⭒ Urban Cowboy- M. Sturniolo🧸

summary: Matt, a city boy, tries one upping you, the best bull rider in town, only to be met with a painful outcome.

⭒ Why Do You Care?- M. Sturniolo 🦢,🧸

summary: You’re naive and let yourself be led on by someone you believe has good intentions, but one day Matt puts him in his place and ends up confessing his feelings to you in the process.

⭒ Parenthood- M. Sturniolo 💌,🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of dad!Matt.

⭒ Lipstick- M. Sturniolo💃🏻,🧸,💋

summary: Matt’s nervous to meet your family, but after making a good impression you treat him to a night full of kisses and lipstick stains.

⭒ Happy Birthday- M. Sturniolo 💐,🧸

summary: Over the course of working together for years, Matt picks up on everything and despite not understanding it completely, he comforts you through the hurt.

⭒ Tough- M. Sturniolo 💌,🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of Matt with a tough girlfriend!

⭒ Weakness- M. Sturniolo 💋

summary: You fight your inner desires, but ultimately let your weakness consume you.

⭒ Actress- M. Sturniolo 💌,🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of Matt with an actress girlfriend!

☆C. Sturniolo☆ (click for series)

⭒ Corner Store- C. Sturniolo 🧸

summary: Reader works at a shitty corner store in order to make some money to help her out with school. She really hates her job, but one night one coworker works hard to change that.

⭒ Way Over Love- C. Sturniolo 💋

summary: Rumors spread like wildfire, especially in this new digital era, so it’s best to keep everything a secret. After so many drunk calls and missed texts Chris is way over love. Or is he?

⭒ Shopaholic- C. Sturniolo 🧸

summary: No matter how hard you try, you just can’t stop swiping your card.

⭒ Unplanned- C. Sturniolo 🧸

summary: Becoming a teen mom was never in your plans, but you and Chris had to learn to make the best of it.

⭒ Candy- C. Sturniolo💃🏻,🧸

summary: You were sweet as candy and Chris couldn’t stop himself from taking a bite, leading to an internet scandal neither of you anticipated.

⭒ Talkative- C. Sturniolo 💌, 🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of Chris with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

⭒ Parenthood- C. Sturniolo 💌, 🧸,💋

summary: head cannons of Dad!Chris.

‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧ Johnnie Guilbert ‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

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⭒ Collab- J. Guilbert 🧸

summary: You and Johnnie pretend to date, faking it for so long that it became real.

⭒ Vampire- J. Guilbert ✨, 🦢, 🧸

summary: You’re just a princess who fell in love. The only problem is that he’s a vampire and your father has promised your hand in marriage to someone else.

⭒ Bad Day- J. Guilbert 🦢,🧸

summary: Johnnie is the moon and you’re the sun, always bright, bubbly and energetic. Nobody believes that someone as positive as you can ever have a bad day, but when you do Johnnie is ready to comfort you through it.

⭒ Babygirl- J. Guilbert🧸

summary: You didn’t choose a life in the limelight, you were just famous by association, and now you’ve earned yourself the nickname “babygirl” by the entire internet.

⭒ Monster- J. Guilbert 💋

summary: Tara plays matchmaker, earning Johnnie the night of his life with you in a bar restroom.

‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧Jake Webber ‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

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⭒ Messy- J. Webber 💋

summary: Jake is a regular customer at the diner you work at, eating the same meal everyday before returning back to work. One day, when you’re taking his order, you can tell he has much more sinful intentions than a quick meal.

‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧5SOS‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

⭒ coming soon…

‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧Lip Gallagher‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

⭒ coming soon…

[gotnoshame]

i love that 5sos come out on stage these days with absolutely zero outfit or aesthetic coordination. like we’ve got:

- reformed eboy

- late 90s skater

- slutty businessman tipsy after one (1) happy-hour margarita singing (impressive) karaoke at the bar

- leather cowboy

and they always eat.

[prettyyyboyluke]

Beautiful Thoughts

craving some soft luke

~ 

luke and y/n had just met before she went home for winter break. and met, she means fucked, a few times. she had just finished her last final and went out to dinner with a friend, having a margarita, and a lemon drop shot. y/n was a little bored by the way her semester was ending, so she was looking around. her eyes happened to land on luke, and luke was eager. she let him take her back to her apartment. 

the whole time she was giddy, but not wanting to show it. they ended up talking for an hour before things, progressed. he was gentle, but still holding more domination over her. his lips were rough against hers, his scruff tickling her chin. she finally relaxed into him when he was between her hips, pulling her closer to him. her shorts rode up enough for his thumb to rub her clothed clit. 

she jerked upwards, pushing her hips harder against him. “feels good, huh?” luke says, his lips brushing up against hers. y/n nods her head, moaning when he moved to the inside of her shorts. luke got impatient and took off his shirt, waiting for her to follow. she quickly did while he watched her. he hit her pussy lightly a few times before moving her panties to the side and began rubbing her clit harshly. 

“oh my god,” her thighs were flexing and calves were cramping up. she began breathing so hard that she needed to not think. she grabbed his face and brought his lips down to hers, stopping her breathing. luke never slowed down, not until her hips were squirming. now, she had to pull away to breath and threw her head back. luke’s eyes never left her body, he was drinking her in. 

she sat up, took her bra off and her shorts and panties. luke following in her steps. his cock slips between her folds and he moves his hips through her wetness. y/n’s moving her hips so he can slip inside her. when he does, her shoulder stretch, and her pussy’s squeezing down hard on his cock. 

“god, you’re fucking wet,” luke moans, thrusting harshly into her. y/n’s still squirming, wanting to touch and feel more of luke on her. she grabs his face for the second time, and bring his lips down. her kiss is messy, and needy. her lips try not to leave luke’s, but can’t help when they do because of a whimper. 

when she pulls away to moan, luke’s lips are chasing after hers, trying to slip his tongue in her mouth. her stomach feels butterflies deeply inside. she can tell she’s about to cum. “please, keep going,” she begs. luke moves as deep as he can inside her. “yes!” she smiles. 

he runs his hands through her hair, tugging on it slightly. “be a good girl and come all over my cock” he whispers softly into her ear. and she does, she lets herself go all over him. she moans embarrassingly loud, and squirms away from him. she opens her eyes when luke slows down a bit, his eyes completely locked in on her. he grabs her face and brings her to sit up. “i want you to suck your juices off me,” he says, laying back on the bed, bringing her with him. 

y/n takes his cock into her mouth smoothly and instantly. she let her tongue explore the length of his cock before wrapping around the tip. she swallows him, letting the tip of his cock hit her throat. she liked it secretly, though. her pussy started to ache and she wanted luke back inside her, so that’s what she told him. luke sat up and got off to bed so he could stand, and pulled y/n towards him. he grabbed her legs and put them above his shoulder, his cock slipping back into her aching pussy. luke moved smoothly through y/n, feeling connected to her. “taking my cock so well, angel.” luke praises her. 

“it feels so good,” she moans, grabbing and kneading at her chest. her calves began to slip of luke’s shoulder because they were becoming so slick. 

he brought her legs down and opened her thighs, her pussy completely exposed to him now. he spits down on her pussy, running his thumb over her clit. “looks fuckin’ good,” luke moans, watching his cock slip in and out of her. luke’s pounding into her, drowning out any sound other than their skin connecting and the sweet moans from y/n’s lips. 

y/n’s hands began to claw at luke’s shoulders, still needing to feel closer to him. he grabs her hands and intertwines their fingers. his eyes are staring into hers, focused on what she’s feeling. her mouth is hung open like she’s going to say something, but can’t. and luke’s above her, mocking her. when she closes her eyes and lets her head hit the mattress, he starts nipping at her neck. 

she starts to let go of his hands, and moves to grab his bicep, digging her nails into him. he grabs her chin and makes her look up at him. his thumb forces it’s way into her mouth and presses down on her tongue. she blinks three times in a row, a little shocked at luke’s movements. 

“you’ll just do anything i want, huh, angel?” luke says, smirking knowing y/n was hanging on his every word. she nods her head, closing her lips around his thumb. luke’s hips sped up, making y/n bite down slightly on his thumb. 

“c’mon, please! i’m right there!” y/n begs, her brink ready to hit, and she’s wanting to cum hard. luke takes his thumb out her mouth and sets his palm on her lower stomach, stretching her, still thrusting harshly into her walls. y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head, “oh god! i’m cumming!” she moans. 

luke rides it out, not ready to reach his high. he stays inside her and leans down to kiss her, intertwining their fingers again. y/n can just melt right into luke’s touch. he starts thrusting continuously into her again, watching her legs close around his hips. “you’re doing so well, angel. don’t you want to keep going?” luke asks her. 

y/n squeezes luke’s hands hard, “i-i do, i wanna be good for you.” she moans out. luke starts moving again, giving y/n a second to catch a full breath before thrusting into her hard. once he hears the breath leave her lips, he moves deep inside her so that his pelvic bone is right against her clit. her walls are squeezing down around luke, “oh, god, luke.” she says. 

luke grabs her hips and pulls her even closer to him. y/n has her hand on his chest, lightly pushing him up so she could breath. his lips catches hers in a swift motion. “don’t fucking run away, you asked for this cock,” luke grunts. y/n’s staring hard into luke’s eyes; they’re so open that he can see all the beautiful thoughts she’s having. 

they can both feel luke paint the inside of her walls white. he’s panting, trying to give y/n kisses between breaths. she brushes his curls out of his face, rubbing her thumb against his cheek. “i can’t believe i won’t see you for a month,” luke sighs. 

y/n giggles, “you’ll be the first person i tell when i’m back in town.” she leans up and gives luke a sensual, soft kiss. 

luke grabs her face, squishing her cheeks together slightly. “i better be.” 

[sierradeaton]

BARBIE POSTERS feat. 5 Seconds of Summer (in/sp)

[all-timelee]

I miss you || M.C

Word Count: 944

Warnings: None

Masterlist

“Hey, Y/N. I wanted to talk to you about something,” Ashton spoke into the phone, causing you to sit up from the pile of books and papers you were surrounded by. “What’s up, Ash?” You answered, a slight sense of worry coming over you at what he was about to say next.

The boys had been on tour for the better part of the year so it was easy to worry about how all of them were doing when you hadn’t seen them in months. It was especially easy to worry about your boyfriend Michael.

“Michael, he’s been a little quiet lately. I think he’s feeling pretty down, missing you a lot. If you’ve got the extra time, I was thinking we could surpise him.” Ashton suggested through the speaker, his eyes lighting up in excitement as he waited for your response.

You smiled fondly to yourself, looking out one of the windows as the sun slowly set behind the horizon. “I’ve got some finals to finish up in a few days, but afterwards I would love to come see you guys,” you reply, voice enthusiastic at the thought of seeing Michael after being apart for so long.

“Amazing, text me when your finals are over and we’ll plan the whole thing out, I’ll pay for the plane ticket. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” He hung up soon after that, and suddenly you were way to excited to study like you’d previously been doing.

Instead, you scrolled down your contact list and clicked on Michael’s, choosing to FaceTime him. He answered almost immediately, his green eyes looking a little dull, his smile seemingly forced. The overall sad and tired look on his face made you want to cry and tell him about the surprise almost immediately, but you held back.

“Hi, baby,” you greeted softly, tone full of comfort. “Hey, I was just about to call you actually,” he replied, letting out a small chuckle. “Wanted to see your face before the show tonight.” Your heart swelled at that, a smile spreading across your features.

“I miss you,” he spoke again before you could reply, his smile faltering a little as his eyes grew wet. “I miss you too. I wish I could do more then tell you that we’ll see each other before you know it, but unfortunately I can’t.” He nodded, knowing that was true, appreciating the effort anyway.

“What’ve you been up to today?” He questioned, changing the topic rather quickly. “Just studying, finals are in a few days. Trying to be as prepared as I can.” You shrugged, trying to ignore the ache in your chest from the fact that Michael couldn’t be there with you.

He hummed in reply, his attention being pulled away at the sound of a voice telling him it was time to get on stage. He nodded and turned back to his phone.

“I gotta go, baby. Talk to you later?” You nodded, a sad smile on your lips. “Yeah, have fun tonight, Mikey. I love you.”

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The next week flew past, and soon you were stepping off an airplane, grabbing your luggage and looking around for Ashton.

His voice calling out to you caught your attention. “Y/N!” He called from further down the airport, waving at you. “Come here!” Your feet carried you over to where he stood, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close.

“It’s so good to see you again,” he whispered into your ear, pulling away to look at you properly. “Same to you, Ash.” You smiled widely at him, unable to hold it in for any longer.

After pulling away, he picked up your luggage and guided you to the waiting car. You were barely able to contain your excitement, Michael was just a short car ride away.

When you reached the venue, you all but jumped out of the car, the two of you leaving your bags to grab later and heading inside.

You could hear his voice as you grew closer to the dressing room. He sounded tired and stressed, and you instantly felt bad for whatever was bothering him. Ashton grinned down at you, silently readying you before opening the door, Michael’s sagging shoulders coming into view immediately.

He didn’t turn, just kept ranting to Luke about how much he missed being home and being around you. Luke had noticed you, a bright smile spreading across his lips as he laughed lightly.

“What are you laughing at?” He finally turned, his eyes widening as they fell on your form in the doorway. He was on you in a second, arms wrapped around you as he lifted you off the ground, laughing loudly, happy tears rolling down his cheeks.

Once he put you down, he stepped forward, pulling you in for another hug. “Missed you so fucking much.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Missed you too.” You responded, placing a kiss onto his head. He pulled away and pressed his lips to yours quickly, grinning against your mouth.

Ashton cleared his throat from behind you, the two of you reluctantly pulling away and turning to look at him. “I really don’t want to interrupt but it’s time for soundcheck,” he spoke, a fond smile on his face as seeing his best friend so happy once more.

“Right. I’ll be back in a bit and we’ll continue this,” Michael spoke, voice quiet so only you could here him. You nodded and smiled up up at him, giving his lips one last peck before he headed out with the boys. “I love you,” he called, smiling at you before pulling the door shut behind him.

[parislftv]

some day i’m sure we’ll pass each other by

[mgcalum]

oh, i need a moment…

[confusionmeisss]

the "i brought a knife to a gunfight" trilogy

gloom boys, waterparks, double dare, 2016 // call it what you want, taylor swift, reputation, 2017 // bleach, 5 seconds of summer, 5sos5, 2022

[ughkat]

stuck in this era forever

[uservalentine]

no he’s my best friend