#luke hemmings oneshot

[starshipsofstarlord]

before the stage

prompt. quickly sewing back the loose button of their shirt that came off at the last minute, realising that you two are extremely close (1.2k)

pairing. luke hemmings x assistant!reader

warnings. fluff, employer x assistant feelings, written in 2nd person, frustrated!luke, the black shirt 🥵

divider credits. @cafekitsune

It was almost time for Luke and his band to perform, they had been entirely prepared and surpassed any qualms that threatened to delay their appearance on stage, however in the last moment, another problem appeared, leading Luke to sigh irritatedly. He was wearing a button up, the first one already undone, however it appeared that it didn't matter how much the quality of the satin fabric had cost, a couple of buttons in his midsection had escaped from the threads that held them in place.

The lead singer plucked the black pearls that closed his shirt up from the trodden ground, holding the minuscule clasps in his large hand. To say he was annoyed was an understatement; he didn't even have a backup outfit, he was set on wearing the exact apparel that he had on. "Fuck sake." His tone was bitter, it was as though something always had to go wrong at the last second.

It was just his luck, he thought. "Is something wrong Luke?" The voice cut through his distress as smooth as a knife, the soft sound relaxing the tall man slightly, as he looked to the side to see you - his assistant. He felt his lips incoherently move on their own accord as he fumbled to speak, miming through oxygen that flowed between you. "I- uh." He didn't want to rant to you about something so unimportant in the world, it would make him appear nonchalant to the real problems that tainted the earth.

He had the ability to purchase anything that he wished for due to the success of his music career, and thus he felt petty. "It's nothing." Luke shrugged off the grievance that had the strength to delay his entrance beneath the stage lights, there was no justice in getting worked up over something so minuscule. "Just.. my shirt broke." To emphasise his point in an embarrassed gesture, he braced his hands awkwardly on his hips and looked down at his torso.

A crease fell between your brows, and he felt like an absolute fool. There was a hue of red blossoming on his cheeks as he noticed your eyes scanning along his body, pinpointing the ajar fabric, your pupils staring sternly at his exposed skin. "I have just the thing." Your y/e/c eyes devotedly ogled up at him, glee glowing with an ambience from your eyes as a wide smile sprawled on your lips, leaving the curly haired blonde riddled in confusion.

For a moment you ignored your employer, shuffling with a purpose through your handbag that was slung across your shoulder, all knowing with what your search was for. A sound of diluted happiness prevailed from your throat as you plucked out a small and transparent case, where sewing needles and midnight coloured thread were stored. "Did you find the buttons?" It wouldn't be a problem if he hadn't, as you had a couple of spares loosely dancing around in your bag, however Luke held out his hand.

Luke felt sparks shoot through his body as you took the buttons, your fingers digging gently in the indent lines of his palm, grasping the black spheres and preparing your tools to reattach them. He could have sworn you were an angel sent from heaven to make every day that he spent with you significantly brighter; if there was ever a barricade to his intended path, you always had a solution.

You were always prepared, however in this moment you had to try with great difficulty to ignore the his soft abs from your focused sight. All you had to do was your job, which was to provide support and anything that Luke required, and so with your black reel of thread connected to the button, you grasped the opening of his shirt, knuckles brushing his tender muscles. The contact made him shakily inhale, his heart thumping vigorously within his chest.

He had never meant to form such an unprofessional crush on you, but it was impossible, sure when he interviewed you he couldn't ignore the physical attraction that he felt for you, though it didn't blind him to your listed criteria that was on your resume. "Thanks for this." He quietly spoke, but his words were as clear as day due to the proximity that you shared. One button down, one to go - you felt sufficiently accomplished, and you held the other one, determined to finish this fixing in time.

"It's my job." You responded nonchalantly, shrugging his appreciation off as to calm the butterflies that hurtled around in your stomach. "And it's no big deal Luke, it's an easy fix." Oh god, he could feel your breath hitting his chest where he had intentionally opened his shirt, and he could feel sweat brewing against his hairline. You were so focused, and he couldn't help but take in every detail of your face.

As you finished with putting the last button on, you placed the needle and thread back where they belonged, before you grasped the sides of his shirt, readying to put them through their designated loops. As you looked up, and he looked down upon you in his heeled boots, your nose almost touched his chin, and your eyes met in a staring embrace. "Hi." You muttered, hands still on his blouse.

"Hey." He replied, his lips pulling at the sides as his pupils enlarged in their surrounding blue pools. "How long do we have?" The musician enquired, knowing that you had a better sense for time management than he did. You glanced down at your watch, only briefly, and cocked your head. "Enough." You said, your body jumping a little as you felt his hands coil delicately around your hips.

The two of you leaned in, meeting in the middle in a collision of your lips, your hands tugging softly at his natural curls as you melted with satisfaction against one another. It was a slow exchange, full of passion and desire, and you wished it would last longer, however the alarm on your watch alerted you with a beckoning siren, causing you to defiantly pull away and huff lightly. "You have five minutes until you have to go on." You informed him, humming as Luke stroked your cheek.

He wanted nothing more than to lean in and get lost in you, to fall even further than he already had for you. But duty called, and he stood up straight, running his lips against one another as he vowed to never forget the first romantic moment that you shared. "I'll see you after?" Luke asked hopefully, his ocean eyes blazing with a new lease of motivation. Without a doubt you nodded, your hands ensuring that his shirt was done up and brushing down the smooth material to stroke out any creases.

"Of course. And then we could pick up where we left off." Your promise had a giddy expression morphing unto Luke's face, and you watched as he begrudgingly stalked off to meet with the other members of his touring team, excited to view his earth breaking performance from the sidelines. There was never a lyric that you skipped over, although today was different, you were strongly distracted by the leading man, and the before stage moment that you had just shared.

[avatar-anna]

Diamonds

pausing our regularly scheduled program with a luke hemmings blurb bc i love him and his solo music and i'm sad i couldn't go to any of his shows 😔 i'll get back to harry soon, but i'll take inspo wherever i can rn. enjoy!

"The next one we're gonna play for you is one of the most vulnerable songs I've ever written," Luke said, mouth pressed up against the microphone. The shimmer you helped spread over the lids of his eyes practically glowed under the blue lights that lit the stage. You thought he looked ethereal, the very embodiment of the music he was performing tonight.

"When I was putting together the final tracklist for this album," Luke continued, "I was hesitant to add this song because I was afraid that it was too vulnerable, but I was convinced that it was worth sharing, that the emotions and experiences behind this song would reach those who needed to hear it the most.

"The person who convinced me, and played a crucial part of making this record, is here tonight, and to them, I would just like to say thank you. Thank you for believing in me when I couldn't and making me brave enough to truly face my demons. You pulled me out of the deep end when it felt like I was drowning, and I would be a completely different person than I am today without you. I love you. My heart and soul is yours to keep."

Cheers were heard throughout the venue as the opening chords began. As Luke started to sing, you were thankful that you decided to watch the concert from backstage, unable to keep tears from welling in your eyes.

"Cut like diamonds and sink like stones, starve myself 'til I'm skin and bone, I'm so much older than I ever thought I would be."

He said that often. My heart and soul is yours to keep. Yours to keep safe, was what he meant. It had taken him a long time to open up to you and trust your ability to be a good partner, so him saying that his heart was yours was huge. He trusted you that much not to break his heart, to never let him sink back into old habits and bitter thoughts. That level of trust meant everything to you.

In his little speech, Luke thanked you for being the one to convince him to release the song, which was true in a way. He'd been conflicted about the song at first, not ready to share such a dark period of his life so publicly. The song had originally been just a way to express himself, to put everything he'd been through on paper without ever letting it see the light of day.

Luke had shared what the song was about, had opened up to you just what had made him feel that way in the past—toxic relationships, poor decisions that led to even worse habits, hurting the people closest to him, all of his mistakes. He didn't hide any of it from you, and you took all of those misgivings, all of those past mistakes, and showed him that you loved him anyway.

"How far is far? Are we too deep in? How dark is dark? I need to see it."

It wasn't easy at first. When you met, Luke wasn't in a place where he could give himself to anyone emotionally. He believed that he was too damaged to be loved the way he deserved and that he was better off being alone and unhurt than trying to fall in love again and risk being completely ruined by someone he thought he could trust. He had been more closed off than anyone you'd ever met, but all of it just made you want to show him what love without conditions looked like. And he couldn't fathom why. Luke was never rude to you about it. He never snapped at you or pushed you away or treated you badly to make a point, he just truly believed that he wasn't worth your time.

*.*

You were at his house, hanging out as friends. Only this time you surprised him by bringing him flowers.

Luke had been completely dumbfounded, unsure of your intentions. You told him it was just to brighten up his home a little, and because you liked doing nice things for the people you cared about. He didn't question you much further, but the rest of the time you were together, you caught him staring at the bouquet that stood in the vase you'd placed them in. His gaze had been wary and apprehensive each time, and you finally told him the truth.

"I want to take you on a date," you said simply.

Luke seemed surprised, which led to a conversation that was perhaps a step below an argument, but only because you calmly listened to Luke and evaded his tactics to push you away with ease.

"I—I don't deserve you," he finally said, but his voice was heavy with emotion, like he desperately didn't want it to be true.

"Who decides what we do and don't deserve, Luke?" you said to him, resting your hand over his and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles gently. To your surprise, he didn't pull away.

"I'm not good enough for you," he amended.

With a close-lipped smile, you leaned over from your spot on his couch and placed your thumb between his brows, smoothing the furrow there. "I think you think you're a worse person than you are."

You kissed his brow, your touch just enough for him to feel your lips brush his skin. When you pulled back, you tapped his nose with your knuckle. "I won't push you, and I won't try to fix you," you said, because the truth was, you didn't believe he needed fixing. But you knew you weren't going to be able to convince him of that. Not now, anyway. "But I will tell you this: you are a remarkable person, and when you're ready, I'd love to love you one day."

*.*

"I'm on my way out, losing the dream. I feel it crash down, down on me. Caught in the madness, holding on me. Is this the way it will always be?"

It took some time, but Luke eventually believed what you did from the day you met him. You were there to see him through the thick of it, holding his hand when he needed you to and giving him space when he asked. He'd gone off to write for a little while, and when he came back, you could practically see the weight lift from his shoulders. It was as if he'd left his biggest demons at the cabin he'd been staying in.

And now he was at his own solo concert performing the songs that held the deepest secrets of his heart. Luke sang each word with passion and pride, the kind that came from knowing that he'd overcome the darkness that had held him for so long. He wasn't drowning anymore, but he sang his songs so that his fans could see that it was possible to be in a dark place and come out of it.

The song faded to its end, and Luke bowed before the crowd as they cheered. He held his hands together in front of his face, the appreciation written in his features abundantly clear. You watched him survey the crowd with so much pride you thought you were going to burst, but you ended up just shedding a couple more tears instead.

While fans were still cheering and his band was playing chords that would lead into the next song, Luke jogged to the side of the stage where you were standing. You hadn't expected him to come over to you, but when you saw his face, you knew what he needed.

Your arms opened for him just in time as he wrapped himself around you. He held onto you tight, his face buried in your hair as he lifted you off the ground. You held on just as fiercely, hoping it would sufficiently express just how much you loved him.

Time stopped as Luke held you in his arms. He had a whole crowd waiting for him to sing the next song, but neither of you seemed worried about getting him back onstage. When he finally set you back down, you kissed his cheek a couple times before kissing him properly, your hands on either side of his face.

"Okay, okay, no more of that," you said, when he kept trying to follow your lips as you pulled away from him, wanting just one more kiss. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. Now go. Everyone's waiting for you."

Luke began to turn like he was going to do just as you said, but before he walked away, he spun on his heel and caught you in one last kiss. Satisfied by your tinged cheeks, he grinned and kissed your cheek. "Mean the world to me, darlin.'"

Hearing him say that made you melt every single time, and he knew that. Shoving his shoulder playfully toward the stage, you said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Now go be a rockstar, will you? You're keeping everyone waiting. Myself included."

Luke finally turned around for real and did just that.

[causeyoudontgotoparties]

Focus

Rating: mature

Pairing: poly!cake x female reader

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), subspace?, aftercare

___

You didn’t know how you got here. Back against Luke’s bare chest, thighs propped up on his, completely naked against him.

Whimpers and pleas spilling out of your mouth as Calum buried his head between your legs. Vigorously flicking his tongue at your sensitive bud as Luke’s hands rested on your tits.

Your fallen head against Luke’s shoulder, face in the crook of his neck desperately trying to keep your whimpers quiet.

You felt Luke’s hand grip your jaw, making you look forward.

“Focus, lovie.” He said, referring to the movie he had playing on the screen ahead of you. Calums assault on your clit had not slowed down, eating you out like a starved man.

“Please i-i can’t, p-please let me cum.” You stuttered, feeling yourself closer to your orgasm.

Calum slightly pulled away from your cunt, “I dunno sweetheart, don’t think you deserve it.” He fake pouted.

“Do you think she deserves to cum Luke?” Calum said, looking at the blue eyed boy.

You looked up at look him with teary doe eyes and pouted lips, hoping he would cave and let you have your release.

Luke looked down at you, mocking your pout, “ I don’t think so lovie.”

“b-but I was good .” You whimpered as calum buried his head in between your thighs again.

Luke roughly grips your chin, “don’t be a brat, you’ll get to cum when we’re ready to let you.”

“Now focus baby.” He said, turning your head to the screen in front of you once again.

Your head lolled side to side, your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt your release quickly approaching, legs shaking with anticipation.

“Okay lovie, you can cum, show calum how much of a good girl you are.” He said into your ear.

Calum slowly slipped a thick finger into your heat, thrusting at a quick pace paired with his mouth, while Luke’s fingers carefully tweaked with your nipples.

Your thighs began to shake with pleasure, soft whimpers spilling out of your mouth once again.

Calum pushed a second finger into you, thrusting at a pace you didn’t even think was possible, his tongue still vigorously attacking your clit. You could’ve swore you stars.

Your moans grew louder as you felt a gush of pleasure between your legs. Your body convulsed as Calum pulled away slightly to press soothing kisses on your thighs while you slumped against luke as he played with your hair.

“Did so good sweet girl.” Calum said kissing up your body, reaching your face and pecking your lips. “So proud of you.”

Your mind still fuzzy as you tried to find your surroundings again. Trying to sit up ever so slightly to regain your conscious.

“Woah, easy there baby, you’re still up in the clouds, yeah? How ‘bout we get you a bath and relax.” Luke said in your ear as he lifted you up and carried you to the bath.

Before you knew it, you were in the tub and both boys were dressed and sitting at the side of the tub, helping clean you up.

Why is everything moving so fast?

“You did so good lovie, my best girl.” Luke cooed, as he washed your body. Cal carefully combing his fingers through your hair.

Before you knew it, you were being lifted out of the tub and carried to the room. Cal had dressed you in an oversized t-shirt and panties.

You had opened your eyes to find yourself in between the both of them as you felt yourself coming back.

“H-hi” you stuttered as you looked between the two of them.

Luke took your face into his hands, “hi sweetheart, you went all floaty on us, cal make you feel that good?” He teased.

You buried your head into the pillow to hide your blushing from the both of them.

Cal wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, “no need to be embarrassed princess, I find it flattering.” He rasped into your ear.

The both of them whispering sweet little nothings to you until you drifted off to sleep with your two favorite boys.

[afatallovesong]

Can you do a Luke smut where he is a jerk to Y/N & she doesn’t understand why until his friend spills he likes/loves her & is just a jealous prick. so y/n takes matters into her own hands & teases him until he admits it & they fuck

Okay so I basically read this and thought I did it as you wished but uhhhh in true 'me' fashion, I did my own damn thing...

I do hope you enjoy it though, there's a lot to work with!

In the Backseat

A Luke Hemmings one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW

Word Count: 10,157

He never meant to hurt you. I suppose no one ever means to hurt anyone. It just sort of happens and then they’re left to either pick up the pieces or hide away in shame or God forbid show no remorse at all. He felt guilt. He felt a tremendous amount of guilt actually. That was a good sign, maybe not for you but for him, definitely. He wasn’t a lost cause. He could rectify it or hope to. You’d let him drive you home too. You can’t have completely hated him if you allowed that. You could have called an uber just as easily as you’d asked him to be the one to drive you. You looked on the verge of tears when you asked him, not ideal for him. He hadn’t enjoyed it, not like that.

You don’t sit beside him in the passenger seat like he expects. He glances to the empty seat beside himself as if he were still waiting on you to settle there. You don’t beg him to turn the radio down. You don’t say anything at all. He suspects you might cross your arms over your chest in some form of tantrum or way to signify how badly he’d fucked up and that you were pissed at him because he knew in his head and heart that you were. You can’t even find it in yourself to do that. Your hands are lay flat against your thighs, one on each, so still. You’d given him nothing. You just looked out of the window, feeling as if you were in some kind of movie, some sad film sequence, just watching the world fade away. You’d never looked so dejected before.

He finds it hard to focus on the road. He watches it more than he watches you, but he finds himself flickering over to you so fast his eyes start to hurt. At the next redlight he decided to dig his hand into the glovebox compartment, digging through takeout receipts and old CDs to fetch his glasses. He curses under his breath when he struggles to land on them immediately. He watches the lights, then you, then the lights again while he grabs them, anxiously rushing himself. He shuts the compartment, sliding the lenses over the bridge of his nose, notably on edge. He dared to glance your way again. He could now see your pain with 20/20 vision.

He feels he should say something. He could distract you. He could engage in small talk. You didn’t even have to answer, a glance in his direction would have been a win for him. He’s tapping the steering wheel. It’s as if his entire vocabulary had escaped him. His mouth had gone dry. He finds himself scratching at his chin, his short beard a pleasant feeling under his fingernails. He still darts eyes over to you as if you’d have gone somewhere in the seconds it took him to think.

The headlights of the car behind had given you this glow and upon noticing it he’d let out a deep and painful sigh. He hadn’t ever seen you look as beautiful as you did right then. Which is a shocking realisation for him when he’d always considered you breath-taking. He swears he could crash this car and go out in an eternal blaze, and it would have been worth it because the last thing he saw was you.

He saw you, like this, biting your lip to avoid speaking to him. Brushing your fingertips over your thighs, occasionally tugging your skirt down towards your knees. You with your legs growing cold even under your thick tights that you’d picked because you thought you’d get a chill. He saw you unable to look at him. Fighting internally (or so you thought) to avoid his gaze. You were such a sight to behold. As he neared your side of town, just a mere 10 minutes from your home, he found himself unable to take you there. He was left powerless to his deepest intentions. He diverted your journey.

You don’t think too much of it. There were so many routes he could take. He would take you there, you were sure of it. You didn’t show signs of stress, of anxiety, no more than you already had just being in this position. You just watched the buildings whiz by. The streetlights flickering here and there. Worst of all, the billboards reminding you of just why you’d been upset in the first place. You couldn’t look out of the window much longer.

You had a dumb fight. All fights were dumb but this one especially. You went to his stupid party, at his stupid friend’s house. You couldn’t have known. You still wouldn’t have known, even now, if it hadn’t been for someone else. You feel the tension knotting in your stomach as your mind wanders back to it. You wanted to cry so badly, to be able to feel anything at all without the intensity of his eyes catching you at any second because of course you noticed him. You couldn’t not notice him. He was all you were ever aware of, and you were so god damn hurt because he didn’t have the decency to share the same sentiment with you.

You sigh with frustration. You’ve had enough. “Let me out.” You say it sternly. “What?” He responds as the words are still leaving you. “Let. Me. Out.” He’s puzzled. He’s still driving, far enough away from your house that you wouldn’t dare walk from here, not at this hour. “Are you kidding me? No, I’m not stopping.” He watches the road intently for the first time since you left the driveway of his friend’s house. “Luke, let me out of this fucking car.” Your tone is calm, and your heart is anything but.

He wants to fight you on it. He doesn’t want to lose you. He might lose you if he doesn’t stop. There was also a heavy possibility that he would lose you even if he did. “Then what?” He asks. You look to him in the mirror, your lips are parted, nothing coming out. “No plan? No way of getting home?” He’s trying to gesture with his hands while they remain on the wheel. “Not letting you out then.” He thinks he has you defeated. He’s not even close.

“I’ll call a taxi.” He scoffs. “Yeah? Why didn’t you do that about 20 minutes ago?” He’s shocked he’s managed to argue with you. Just minutes ago, his heart was aching, and he was terrified he’d upset you and now he was arguing. It was fight or flight and you were important enough for him to pick the former. He’d regret it another time, he’s sure. “Because I didn’t think of it then.” You exasperate, flinging your arms out. “Just let me out Luke.” You stare right into his eyes; you have a cold and serious glare. He pulls over begrudgingly, but he doesn’t unlock the car.

You know not to bother with the handle, he’d already thought of that. Considering he was such an airhead on a day to day, he seemed to be carrying himself pretty well tonight. He was just hellbent on destroying your happiness. Maybe he should progress that as a career on top of lying to you. That would go down a real treat.

“Talk to me.” He pleads. It was worth a try. “No.” He rolls his eyes, fingers running along the leather of the steering wheel before returning to the top, gripping it tightly. “Just yell at me already, do whatever you have to.” He slumps back in his seat, head hitting the rest behind it with a thud. It had to hurt. Good, you thought.

“You could have fucking told me.” You surprised yourself but not him. He knew you’d kept tight lipped for too long and now the second you were given real opportunity you were going to come for him with all you had. “You know who told me?” He doesn’t respond. It wasn’t necessarily rhetorical, but you knew he knew and there was no point in adding more fuel to the fire in confirming it. “Jordan. Not you, not Ash, not Cal not even blabbermouth Michael, fucking Jordan!” Your hands slam down against the seat so hard it made your palms sting. He winced as you did it. Even if he didn’t see it. He heard it. He’d kiss your delicate skin better if he wouldn’t get slapped for even trying to.

“I was going to tell you.” He was. He really was, he just didn’t know when, hadn’t found the words. A pathetic excuse, he was well aware. “What? When you were already halfway across the globe? You’re leaving in 2 weeks Luke.” You sounded so wounded, and you recognised it, and you hated it. He couldn’t have felt more stupid if he’d tried. “I just don’t understand.” He dared to look at you in the mirror. You were appeared just as crushed as you sounded and to make matters worse, you were looking right at him. You weren’t glancing into the mirror like a coward. You weren’t like him. You were looking directly at his poorly positioned, lanky body sinking into the leather seating of his car.

“Did you just think I’d see a billboard and be like yeah cool, amazing, so glad you’re touring again, congratulations.” He wants to speak but no words come out. There wasn’t a way to apologise for this, not when he’d fucked up so badly, not when he’d ruined everything. “I would have been happy for you Lu.” His heart was aching in a way he’d never felt before, come close to but never quite endured. The nickname had sent him over the cliff he was afraid he’d been back stepping onto. One more wrong move and he was done for.

“I’m coming back there.” Before you could protest, he was pulling the keys and burying them in his pocket. The best plan for him was none at all. The door was opening and closing, and he was slamming another behind him, sliding into the backseat. You stare ahead of you. Your heartbeat so loud you both heard it. He locked the doors again and you laughed. He’d actually disliked the sound for the first time in his life. “I’m not going anywhere. You made sure of that. I don’t even know where we are.” You run your fingers through your hair. He doesn’t look at you like he wants to. He looks forward. You’re both staring at the seats in front of you. You wished you were in complete darkness; it may make this easier to live through. Unfortunately for the both of you, you were parked conveniently next to a streetlight.

“I couldn’t find the words.” He says, he wanted to be as transparent as he could. “I wanted to find them, I couldn’t. Like every time I tried to tell you, they just got jumbled up like some kind of word vomit or something.” He pulls a disgusted face as he says the word ‘vomit,’ he’d never liked that word. “You’re a lyricist. I find that hard to believe.” You cross your arms over your chest. A weak argument. “You don’t have to be so hard on me.” He’s right, you don’t, and you might feel a shed of remorse for it, but you wouldn’t drop it. “I’ve been beating myself up all night you know.”

You allow yourself to look at him. His stomach twists when your eyes land on him. His body is flooded with a warmth he could only compare to the sun. A blistering but comforting heat that reminded him of where he came from, where he was most at home. “I didn’t actually want to face the fact that I was leaving.” He starts to fiddle with the tear in his jeans. He wasn’t sure where the rip came from, he’d grown out of intentionally ripped jeans long ago, but the threads were tactile and useful to him now, soothing him as he worked through his emotions. Since he had no choice but to do so.

“It’s what you do.” Your voice is so soft, he wants to lean in and let you surround him with it. “But I haven’t done it, not for 2 years.” He laughs nervously. He’s not sure how the conversation morphs into his anxieties for the future but here he was. “Hell, I barely remember how I did it before.” He’s running his fingers through his bleached blonde curls and you’re biting your bottom lip at the thought of replacing them with your own. Hard to stay mad when you lose your focus at the sight of anything he does. “You really are scared.” He would feel relaxed at your compassion returning but he doesn’t know how long it will last. “Terrified more like.” He reaches forward to prod the headrest before him. There’s no reason for it other than impulse and he tended to act on those a lot.

“I could have helped.” He sighs, sinking into his seat, he’d connected those dots already. “I know.” You don’t push it, sitting quietly, maybe even patiently. “I know and that’s why I’m so stupid.” You’d never correct him there. “You’d have supported me no matter what because you’re a good fucking friend and I’m just a coward who doesn’t deserve it.” You roll your eyes as he hits his head repeatedly off the back of his seat. “Cut the pity party.” He gulps. He almost gives into temptation, glancing to the right of him as you command his silence. He settles for leaning his head back instead.

He couldn’t have looked more inviting if he tried. His neck outstretched like that. His adam’s apple prominently bobbing as he took a breath and gulp of air. The way he wet his bottom lip with the nerves he felt. The damn near sheer shirt he coated his top half with. When did he start dressing sluttier than you? You wanted to bite his neck, you wanted to forget all of this and wrap your lips around his jugular and never let go. You’re not even sure what you were fighting for anymore. “Sorry.” Even if you knew it wasn’t meant as his formal apology, you had known that he meant it. He would never not be sorry for this. You were the last person he wanted to hurt.

“I am a good friend.” You say. He would laugh if he could. He doubts he’d ever feel joy again until you forgave him. He was still picking away at his jeans, cursing his chipped nail polish at the same time. “I am happy for you.” You were, somewhere in the pits of your soul you were, somewhere very far and unobtainable at this moment in time but it was there. “I miss you already.” He says in a low whisper and that’s enough to crack your hard exterior just like the rasp in his voice had. “You what?” You hadn’t heard him right. You couldn’t have. His voice was too husky to be understood, you’d bet money on it. “I-“

He turns his body around, knees trying to face you, as much as they could in the cramped space he’d forced himself into. You didn’t look at him. He was starting to take it personally. “Would you just look at me?” Its making it much harder for him to grovel without your eyes giving him a chance. He wants to reach out and touch the hand you left on your thigh, but he thinks better of it, couldn’t step in too soon. “I can’t,” you mutter, you’re avoiding his gaze even more now that he’d asked for it. You were just trying to make sense of it all. You’re acting ridiculous and you’re acutely aware of it but you’re processing. “Can’t or won’t?” Where had he robbed these few braincells from? You didn’t like it; he wasn’t supposed to be this perceptive, that was never his game. “Both.” You grunt.

“Can’t keep doing this.” He says. You’re not sure what exactly he’s referring to, but you feel him burning the words into the side of your face like he’s branding you with a hot iron. “Doing what?” You’re suddenly breathless and this tiny car had felt a whole lot smaller, closing in on you. You had to fan yourself with your hand to satiate the heat. The more you focused the more you noticed how his long legs had barely fit a gap between the two of you, it was only a matter of time before you were crushed together.

“I don’t know- I don’t want to say it.” He bites back the words he so keenly wishes to utter. “You don’t or wont?” You turn his words back on him without so much as a second glance. Your pulse rockets as you do. “Both.” He says, his body is shifting still. He’s moving closer. Not quite beside you but getting there. It wouldn’t be long. He doesn’t want to cross your boundaries; he’s had better ideas than to mess with them, but they were just there. The temptation was overwhelming. He starts to slip back where he was, his knees digging into the back of the driver’s seat thinking better of it. He was a coward, and he didn’t need to look at you to know you thought it too. He’d returned to his original position and your heart ached at the distance.

Even when he was on a different continent, he’d never felt further from you than he did in this moment. What’s worse was that you saw him retreating, not just physically but mentally. He was sat debating whether to leave you not just on tour but for good. When his nails dug into his own thighs, his breathing deepening into exhausted sighs. The wheels were turning with no signs of breaking. He’d gone from suffocatingly close to a million miles away and he hadn’t even moved. It’s just what it felt like when he closed himself off like that. You didn’t like it. He didn’t have to. You were scared he felt he needed to. You were mad, you were so mad, but not even because you of what he did anymore, but because of what he wouldn’t do, what he continued not to do. There wasn’t enough honesty between you. You needed some truth. You may have to force it from him, but it was far less unsettling to picture than the thought of him leaving without the air cleared between you.

So, you did the unthinkable. You clambered onto his lap in a way you never had before; sober or otherwise. Your legs fastened on either side of his thighs. Your head bumps the ceiling briefly, not enough to knock you off track but enough to hurt. You’re well aware of the clumsiness of your actions and the inelegance of jumping someone’s bones. Not to mention the wardrobe malfunctions that ensue. Your skintight skirt flipping up, essentially exposing your underwear in the process. Even hidden under dark tights the risk of him seeing them made a hot flush creep across your stomach.

You had made it now. You sat in his lap, and you made him see you, you begged him to see you and he saw you all right. His mind raced. He didn’t know where to look or what to say. He was going a million miles a minute. The possibilities, he was lost in them, what could have been, the what ifs and even the why on earths. His trousers were already tightening. Just another thing to worry about. If he hadn’t upset you enough before, an inappropriately timed boner might as well do the trick.

You wonder where to put your hands. The internal battle chipping away at you piece by piece. You’re hovering over his lap, too petrified to sit your full weight on top of him even if it pained you not to. If you didn’t clutch some support you’d be aching for days. It was as if he saw a thought bubble appear above your head. He wearily placed his hands on your legs to push you down and make you sit. His eyes were transfixed on his hands. He’d moved them with no communication to the rest of his body. He’d not spent a second thinking about touching you and yet, he had.

He shouldn’t have looked down at his hands. He had the thought now, the regret in his choice of actions, the placement of them. He knew how your skirt had betrayed you, lifting to show him more of you than he’d ever dreamed of. He knew that if he just looked even a millimetre to the side, he’d see the cotton of your underwear concealing you away from him beneath your tights. He felt every bone in his body screaming at him to move, he wasn’t quite sure which direction yelled louder. To look or not to look? He wanted to look. He’d ruined himself.

You took this opportunity to look at him. You analysed his expression while he avoided your gaze. How had you been so stupid? To be blind to him. You watched his every move and waited on his every word with bated breath and yet you just hadn’t seen it. You hadn’t seen how hard he fought with himself every day. How he’d never really looked you in the eyes before because there was such a deep secret locked away inside of them. It was almost like this was your first time seeing him properly. You’d never seen him so clearly in fact. His little freckles dotted around his nose. The glitter shimmering across his eyelids, he shone like some kind of fairy. It wasn’t the worst way to describe him. He was quite ethereal. A bone structure a model would die for. Sweet blue eyes so clear you felt cleansed just being seen by them. His smile lines sinking into the corners of his mouth. There was something kind of magic about the way he looked in the dim light and it drew you in enough to leave not even a little bit of space between you.

You kissed him. You leaned in quickly, too quickly to catch yourself, not sure if you even would have wanted to. It was too late to prevent it now anyway. The wheels were fully in motion and like a freight train, there was no stopping you. Your lips had reached his and you had felt your body surging to life.

He can’t move. He can’t breathe. He can’t- well he doesn’t know what he can’t do, he just can’t do it. You’re kissing him. You’re sat on his lap; his hands are on your thighs and- his hands are on your thighs. He needs to move his hands. He lifts them and he’s thanking God inside his head for giving him the strength to do it even if it pained him to leave the safe space they’d been left to rest in. You’re panicking. He’s not kissing you back, he’s not doing a damn thing. He moved his hands away and you expect them to push you back at any moment, but that moment never arrives. He needed to kiss you back. Your lips felt so nice, so soft, supple, and shit- he needs to kiss you back!

His body is on autopilot, kicking into gear. It was better than nothing. It was way better than nothing. He instinctively leans forward; you’re so scared to fall backwards that your hands are gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. Maybe it’s to secure the kiss, maybe it’s because you need him closer, either way you’re elated, you’re not the only one involved any longer. He’s still leaning, he’s pushing forward, your back is pushed into the seat behind, his hands are floating around to your back and then-. They land. They’re overlapping each other near the base of your spine and tugging you inwards away from the seat. He’s pulling you in close, into his atmosphere. His car was becoming suffocatingly tiny, and you hadn’t even minded it anymore because you weren’t trapped alone, you were trapped with him, him, him. The air was thick with fear and lust, but it was invigorating. It smelt like him. It felt like him. Fuck it was him, all him.

“Oh God Luke why haven’t we kissed before?” You’re gasping for a breath between kisses, and you can’t help yourself. You take the words right out of his mouth. You can’t stay away. You kiss him so much he can’t get a word in. It was almost as if you’d only just discovered it. You’d experienced the pleasure of kissing for the very first time and you needed all the practice you could get before it’s taken away from you again. He’s just as invested as you are. Your lips are so sweet he wants the taste imbedded into his brain and he suspects it would be from here on out. Your scent, your taste, he’s not the best at describing things but you remind him of the air after rain. Fresh and earthy. Floral and saccharine, a conforming aroma he wanted to bottle and keep to himself forever.

He’s not breathing anymore. He’s not taken a single breath out of fear the oxygen would somehow wake him from this dream he had to be having. But you’re pulling away because he hasn’t said anything and it’s starting to dawn on you just what you’d done. You think you’re going crazy. He kissed you back, sure, but that didn’t mean anything, he took his time, it wasn’t instant. It wasn’t confirmation. It didn’t mean he meant to. He just did what anyone would do, act on impulse. You think you’re shaking with fear. You meet his eyes with nothing but anxiety in your heart. You’d kissed him like you meant it. Did he?

His glasses are so foggy you can’t even see his eyes anymore. It was undecided if that was an advantage or not. On the one hand you wouldn’t see the shock or horror. On the other, you couldn’t see if he felt the opposite. If he looked at you like you were the piece he’d been missing all these years. You don’t even know if he’s looking at you or not. He’s facing you but is he seeing you?

His hands slip from around you and you hold back the whimper of disappointment. You needed to keep your expectations to a minimum. His hands tug his glasses away from his face before he looks down, attempting to clean them with the bottom of his shirt. You bite your lip so hard you fear it may burst at the slight exposure of his happy trail beneath. Sure, you could faintly see it through the mesh but seeing it bare was something that had you fighting for your life and begging your legs not to squeeze together. You heard nothing but the pounding of hearts and the occasional car whizzing by on the quiet road as you processed the previous events.

“Lu.” His eyes lift to meet yours and they’re filled with a kindness that is so compelling you might just make it out of here alive. He notices that your pupils are dilated to an extent that he could have mistaken them for black. He’d never seen you like that before. Your cheeks, they’re so round, darkened with a blush. Your lips, so beautifully shaped, swollen from his own. Your cupid’s bow so prominent and alluring, you were so naturally pretty, he’d always known it but seeing it this close, breath-taking. He can’t believe he’s never been this close to you before. That was a crying shame. A monumental mistake on his part. Even if he wouldn’t have been able to control himself. He would certainly have remembered it though, memorised every feature of your face like the lyrics to a song he must sing and be happy to for the rest of his days on this earth with you.

He sets his glasses in your lap and your stomach flutters as you feel the weight of them. They weren’t heavy in the slightest but the sensation, the reminder of just where you were situated. You were still in his lap, still in his orbit. It was dizzying. “You look really pretty.” You let slip, one glance into his eyes and your mouth ran without thought. His lips turn up in one corner. “You think I’m pretty?” He’s laughing at it but it’s the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. Deep down, it’s probably the nicest compliment you could have given him. You thought he was pretty and even better than that, you liked that he was pretty. “With glasses,” you gesture to your lap. “Even prettier.” It takes an incredible strength not to let it be known that he loved hearing you say that.

You try something different. You have only one chance at this. You owed it to yourself to explore the unanswered questions you’d been stacking up in your brain for the entirety of your friendship. One’s you hadn’t dared to speak into existence and thought better of verbalising even now. Instead, you answer with a touch. You place your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck and while you fumble to grip them in a light tug, your nails graze his scalp. He whimpers beneath you elegantly before snapping his mouth shut, a flush of red blotting his cheeks as a result. Fuck. He’d always had the prettiest voice, but you weren’t even remotely aware that it was melodical even in this situation. “Did you just-“he wants to hide, he wants his hands to cover his face and he goes to fulfil that want, but you stop him.

He's looking at you and he hasn’t felt this vulnerable in a long time. You didn’t have many secrets. You knew almost everything about each other but this. Knowing his kiss, knowing his sounds. This was an unexplored territory. Continuing forward at this trajectory could have the most fatal consequences for the two of you and your ongoing relations. You’re so painfully aware of that but you still tug his hair back hard in efforts to hear him again. “Fuck.” He gasps, his pink lips slotting open not even trying to save himself the embarrassment, he was already exposed, may as well accept it.

You had to kiss him again, had to kiss him and pull his hair and feel his little bitch boy whimpers on your lips or you may die. You throw yourself at him with nothing more to lose. His hands wrap around you so tightly you knew he’d struggle to let you go and there wasn’t a chance in hell that you’d ever allow him to if he tried. You tug on his blonde curls, and you kiss him and he’s grunting into your mouth like a desperate slut. His tongue slides inside your mouth, granting itself permission. You weren’t the only one wanting to take charge and the idea of fighting for it turned you on more than it should have. His one hand leaves your waist to cup your cheek while he pushes his face right into yours. His precious little nose digging into your cheek as his mouth is enjoying you, savouring you.

‘You’ by definition as declared by Luke Hemmings.

pronoun

1. Used to refer to the person or people that the speaker is addressing.

"Are you listening?"

2. Used to refer to any person in general.

"After a while, you get used to it"

3. Used as a treat for him to devour, tasting better than any gourmet, expensive delicacy he’d ever had the pleasure of trying.

"He loves you; he loves your taste; he loves you"

Your kiss was replaying in his mind before it even ended. It was hung in a museum full of his greatest achievements. He’d be visiting the archive on numerous occasions just to relive this feeling, whether you developed from here or not didn’t even matter anymore he was in it 100% for as long as it lasts. “Luke, I think I love-“He stops dead in his tracks as your words fill the silence. His eyes are not nearly as panicked as they should have been, unlike yours. “I love kissing you,” you finish, your breath shaky as you catch yourself before confessing to something far too soon, even if you’d felt it with every fibre of your being since you met him.

“Yeah?” He’s so drunk on your lips he can’t possibly think straight let alone filter his words to have more caution in them. “Love kissing me or love me?” In the short pause he’s watching you expectantly. It’s not for you to confess your love. It’s not even for you to reject him. It’s just to hear your voice and know he’s not alone like he fears he might be. “Both.” You breathe out. The relief washed over you both like a tidal wave.

You can’t keep away any longer. You’d be damned if you let there be any more silence without it being a result of locking lips. “Have to have you.” He groans.” Your hands are sinking down between you. Your brain is foggy. There’s an unmistakably lusty cloud over your head. You felt as if you’d been hit by cupid’s arrow, infatuated to such an intensity that you were unable to process any information that wasn’t related to your love for the man beneath you. Whatever sick love spell it was, you were grateful for it. It had given you the courage to act on your true feelings and there was no way you were turning back now unless he asked it of you, and he swears he would never dream of such an outcome.

He wants to cry when your fingers brush his stomach. His tummy flips at the coolness of your fingertips delicately toying with the material resting above it. You lift it slowly, your hands deliberately feeling along his torso as the shirt rode higher. He wants to tear it off, he’d even burn it just to prove how little he needed it and how much he needed you instead. You bite on your lower lip at his eagerness to remove it. “Take it off.” You say. He’s way ahead of you. In a flash he’s throwing it to the front of the car. A problem for him to deal with at a later date.

Luke exposed in this way wasn’t something new to you. You’d seen him shirtless. You’d touched him shirtless. The only benefits of living in a ridiculously sunny state were the opportunities to lounge by the beach or the pool. To witness the tightened torso of your best friend with a pair of sunglasses shielding him from knowing just how much you were checking him out. You wondered if he’d ever done the same to you, but by the way he’s staring at your chest, it’s like he’s never seen it before.

Luke had wanted to. He’d thought about it so often, mostly at night alone in his room, but still he’d thought long and hard about the way your body looked in very little clothing. He remained as respectful as he could in your presence. He didn’t let his eyes wander too far from what’s socially acceptable between friends. But he had thought about this moment for what felt like an eternity. He could never have imagined the location or the dim light painting this portrait of your silhouette, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

He's getting braver. His hands are caressing your hips, pushing upwards to rub along your sides before returning back. “Luke, please.” He’s ignoring your need. He’s playing with you how he wants to when he wants to. He’s repeating his movements at a snail’s pace. You couldn’t rush him, not after making him wait for so long, he deserved to take his time. You’re not happy about it. You’re ready to rock over his lap and take what you need but he catches your hips. “No.” He says confidently, sternly too. Your eyes almost bulge out of your skull, a tantrum ready to slip from your tongue. “Wait for it.” As if you hadn’t been waiting for it every single day of your life. Fucking hell, he’s not even looking at you. It’s like you’re not even there anymore. His eyes are fixated on your chest and somehow that had increased the wetness between your legs more than you thought it would. If it were Luke objectifying you, you would make an exception. You just sank back onto his lap, running your fingers through his hair while he explored you, doing as you were told and praying he’d end your torture if you did. He never thought he’d see the day, you are being obedient.

It's worked out better than you’d imagined. His teasing touches, they’re working you up just enough to leave you wanting more. You worry your enjoyment can be felt through the fabric of your clothing. The more he touches, the more he gets to know you. He feels it, he just doesn’t show it. Somehow that made it even hotter for you. You were embarrassingly speechless for him, and he pretended he hadn’t caused it, couldn’t possibly have known. He wasn’t completely clueless. He wasn’t all shy. He knew what he was doing. There was such a power in shutting the pretty mouth of his best friend with simple caresses. “You seemed to have a lot to say before.” He’s now fondling your breasts, pinching hard over the fabric of your blouse, not even daring to touch beneath but you didn’t even need him to. The gasp that leaves your lips makes his cock twitch and you felt it. “Where’s all that energy gone?” He doesn’t even need to smirk; you hear it in his tone, even if you were deaf, you think you’d hear it.

This time he looks at you. He watches your expressions patiently with a glimmer of enjoyment as he pinches hard, trapping your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You gasp upon the sharpness of his touch. “Luke.” He had to smile, had to let it show how unbelievably thrilled he was to be doing this to you, to hear you sighing his name because it was real, and he was living out his fantasies. “Kiss me.” He says. You’re surprised he says it. You thought he’d have just taken it by now since you were clearly putty in his hands but instead, he’d instructed you and you had to do it and you were so eager.

You lean in to close the gap and he’s groping over your chest harder as you inch in. Your lips are parted, his tongue slipping in. The moan that escapes you sends his hips bucking upwards into you. There was some kind of a heaven between your thighs, he’s sure of it because the way it felt to just brush against your clothed cunt was already more than he could take. Every ounce of you was blissful to touch. “Oh my God.” You gasped. “No, that’s not my name.” He grumbles into your mouth. You want to roll your eyes with annoyance but they’re already rolling for a different reason. “When you touch me like that, what’s the fucking difference?” An excellent point, you think. He had to be some kind of deity.

He catches your bottom lip between his teeth, and you whimper. The bite is sharp, and it hurts but your lack of release is starting to hurt more. The build-up was fun, but not nearly enough. You had to take your shirt off, move this further. You start to unbutton it. You slip it down over your shoulders and he doesn’t help, no he just watches you. His blue eyes so dark like an ocean you could dive into. You feel a chill as your bra drops from your chest. You were equally exposed now. It suddenly felt so much more real. Seated in the backseat of his car, 2 weeks before he leaves for a tour you didn’t even know about 2 hours ago. Its sinking in, just how much this would hurt you from here on out.

“We can stop right now.” He pushes his forehead against yours. His lips hover above your own. Hot breath fanning over them. It’s not as soothing as it should have been. You’re breathing is more erratic now. His proximity, you need his lips, need his touch, no hesitation, no-. No. You need a pause. You feel as if you could cry, maybe you were crying. Things were catching up to you, hard. “It won’t be easy.” He tries to laugh. “But we can stop.” He pecks your lip. Letting his words sink in. “I don’t want to stop Luke.” He could smile, but it didn’t seem right to, not yet, not while your mind is still restless. “Everything changes from here on, doesn’t it?” Now he’s smiling at you; his hand reaches up to cup your cheek lifting your face in his hands. “What’s to change?”

You weren’t sure exactly what he meant; somehow you felt comforted by it anyway. You silently urged him to continue. “I’ve always been in love with you.” He rubbed his thumb softly over your jaw, your face started to feel heavy in his hands as you melted into his touch, at his words. His heart wasn’t on his sleeve, no, it was being handed to you, given with a stroke to your jaw, a glimmer in his eye and a softness of words on his tongue. “The only change is that you know it.” He’s grinning as he reveals his secret, finally able to clue you in on his little plans. You could have told him then and there, just how relieved you were to feel the same, you felt it could wait. As sweet as it was, you need something less precious, he had to finish what he started or so help him you’d vanquish him.

“Take my clothes off.” He’s way ahead of you once again. He lifts your skirt, and you feel the need to correct him, tell him it needs to come off the other way around, he’s already fiddling with your tights. He’d grabbed them, the material stretching over his hands and before you could raise a brow in suspicion at the oddness, he’s tearing them, splitting the crotch for access. You were lost for words, and he was the same. The only difference was that he was silently praising himself for his strength no to look sooner. Where he thought he’d find cotton, instead he found lace. You were wearing soaking wet, lace panties. “You’re fucking kidding me.” He can’t supress his moan at all. You think you may be engulfed in flames, the only explanation for the fire burning you up inside. He. Tore. Your. Clothes. Off. LITERALLY. How can anyone ever compete?

Butterflies are swarming in your stomach as his fingers don’t hesitate to rub over your core. You sigh at his touch, it’s not even near your clit but you feel like you might cum. “Have I always got you this wet?” He’s surprised. He’s impressed and proud too but mostly surprised. You could laugh at his outburst, if it wouldn’t reveal just how ridiculously on point he was. “More often than I’d like to acknowledge right now.” He decides he’ll put a pin in it for another occasion because he’s absolutely certain now, there will be more occasions.

Your fingers find his hair, tugging on his curls in hopes to bring him back to the task at hand, you. “Think you can hurry this up?” You’re trying to stay cool, but you’re anything but. You don’t want to beg for it, it felt so beneath you before this moment, but he needed to pick up the pace. His fingers rub over the wet material clinging to your cunt. “Would usually have to work for it.” He’s smiling against your lips uncontrollably. “Guess I don’t need to.” You want to wipe the smug look off his face. He’s looking at your lips right before crashing his own against them, distracting you from his hands slipping away beneath you.

He’s freeing himself from his jeans and you so desperately need to look but you can’t. You can’t pull away. You just kiss and kiss and he just- oh God, he’s dragging your hips over him. He’s rocking up into you, still separated by the restrictions of your underwear but you feel him. You know you asked for more, but this was really happening like right now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Your hips start moving with the guidance of his hands. “Do something for me.” He breathes, tone too calm for your liking. His lips are trailing from yours, down to the column of your throat. “Anything.” You mean it, you truly mean it, he owns every piece of your soul. “Put me in.” You’re done for.

There’s no hesitation. You reach between you, hands blindly chasing after him. When you feel the hot, weight of him barely fitting in your hand, you want to whine. He’s so hard, burning up too. He’s hot to touch and it’s so unbearably arousing. He twitches at your slightest touch, and you’d be proud if you weren’t so needy. You work your hand over him, just gathering the beads of liquid already leaking from the tip to drag it back over him. He’s pushed his face right into your neck, kissing and nipping, his beard scratching your flesh as you bring him to you. It’s so nice to feel him humming along your throat. You are ruining him just as much as he did you.

Your breath hitches as you slide your underwear to the side. Your heart hammers as his tip brushes your entrance. Luke’s cock throbs as its sinking inside you. It’s barely inside and you feel so snug around him. He bites down hard on your neck as you take more but not nearly enough. You can’t think of anything but the fullness. You wonder if he’d fit inside you fully, scared he might not be able to go further, that you couldn’t possibly cater to his size but then he wiggles his hips, careful not to hurt you but he’s still forcing himself deeper inside.

You gasp out as you stretch for him, gripping the leather of the seat behind him. “So, fucking tight.” You were so wet he felt you dripping onto his thighs and yet you squeezed him so tight it was like you weren’t ready at all. “Is it too much?” It was so hard to speak when you held him like that, but something wasn’t right. He needed you to feel good. It wasn’t worth it otherwise, meant too much to fuck it up like this.

You’re nodding your head in response, entirely against your will. You’d failed him. You finally get to take it to the next level, and you can’t even take him. You were mortified. You were disappointed. You were devastated. You’re ready to give up, accept this as the mistake it must be, he doesn’t share the same sentiment. “Gonna try something different, okay?” He’s bringing your eyes to meet his. You’re so shocked. If it were anyone else, you’d have been discarded like dirty laundry. You’d be no fit for use. But Luke? Luke wasn’t giving up on you. He’d try a thousand times to get it right if that’s what it took to please you, to give himself to you the best way he could. You had never felt so loved in your life.

His cock can’t help but twitch when he sees your panic. “Trust me?” You nod profusely, it wasn’t necessary, but you were so close to losing it you couldn’t be stopped. “Think you can lie down for me?” You nod again. It takes all of your combined energy to pull away from each other. It feels like you’d lost a piece of yourself when you moved away. You’d collided and now been torn apart prematurely and the part of you that finally felt whole, was gone again.

You slipped off his lap, seating yourself back where you’d started. Luke’s shuffling around, removing his jeans completely before moving over, pulling your legs apart for him to slip between. You curse yourself once more for missing out on witnessing him naked for you, but your mind was racing with other information. He hadn’t warned you before his cock pushed past the threshold of your entrance. Instead, he eases himself in. Your cunt instinctively squeezing him at the intrusion.

“Oh, fuck.” He cried when he slid inside, his full length splitting you open. This angle was better, he’d fit, he’d not struggled and yet, you’d never felt so full in your life. He watches your expression, your eyes sealed shut, lips parted, cheeks burning. He watches you until you show any signs of regret or pleasure. He would stop immediately if you needed it. You just whimpered and moaned, and it was filth to his ears. His cock was so painfully hard he couldn’t hold back any longer. He did that to you; he didn’t even have to move either. He’d got you looking fucked out, crying for him and he’d barely started.

“Can I move?” He’s trying to keep his tone calm but he’s breathless. “Please baby, I gotta move.” His thighs are shaking. He’s gripping the seats like his life depended on it and it probably did. Your heart is warmed at the fact he’d asked. It shouldn’t feel anything of the sort with him so fucking deep inside you, ready to fuck you into oblivion but you did, he was so perfect. You nod your head, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss. “Fuck me.” Please, please, please, you thought. “Give it to me.” He kisses you back, retracting his hips simultaneously before dipping back in. “So, fucking beautiful.” He mutters. “Fucking your best friend.” It felt so dirty hearing it from him like this. But that is exactly what you were doing. Your hands are reaching up around his waist, clawing into his back when he ruts deeper, the car starting to rock with each movement of his hips. “So deep in you.” You choke after a particularly harsh thrust. “So good.” You’re stuttering it. Hearing your broken panting is nearly enough to send him over the edge.

He didn’t rock his hips quickly this time, not wanting to overdo it, to break you so soon. Instead, he slows himself. He’s grinding his hips down into you with a precision you’d never known before. “All you can say?” He teased. “You’re lucky you feel so good.” You warn him. “If I could think straight, you’d be done for.” He nips at your shoulder before layering it with kisses. “Is that so?” You whimper when his body lowers over yours. His body is no longer held up above put pressed into you. The new position providing more stimulation than the last. The closeness had his pelvis rocking into your clit. The extra stimulation leaving your cunt clenching and tingling, bursting with pleasure.

“Fuck, feel you tightening.” He’s starting to speak but quickly losing his train of thought at your body’s natural response to him. He’s wincing like it hurts him when you squeeze. In reality he’s just holding onto his load by a thread, ready to bust at the seams. He didn’t think he’d be able to pull out if he did. You probably should have thought of that sooner. He couldn’t exactly ask now. He should though. “Need it.” Your sweet whining brings him back. “What?” He’s losing himself in your eyes. Dark, lust filled and reading him like a book. “Need you to cum inside.” He’s gripping the seats so tight the material is about to tear. Just when he’d worried he’d made a fatal error you swoop in and save him. You wanted him inside. He didn’t have to move, he wanted so badly to stay, and you let him as if you knew. You knew how fucking feral he’d go hearing it dripping from your lips like that, a sultry dream. He needed this, needs to cum, needs you to feel it, everything he’s got.

He picked up his pace, abandoning his previous rhythm. He was going to pound into you so hard you’d be begging him to be the only man in your life for eternity. He would give it to so good you never had to wonder where your loyalties may lie. You were going to be his and no one else’s if it killed him. No one could ever fuck you like he could. “Fuck, tell me you’re mine.” You feel startled by the request. Not because it’s out of the ordinary but because you thought he’d have to be mad not to know it already. Not when the request alone had you cumming around him the moment the words touched your ears. You felt it so hard, it was a wonder you hadn’t blacked out. Your walls a tightening mess, thighs wrapped around Luke’s waist so tight you couldn’t feel the shake in them, stabilised by his frame. Oh, you felt it in your core though. Holy shit, you’d not cum so hard for so long. He hadn’t even realised you’d done it at all. It felt so unreal that you’d even doubted it yourself. Finishing from a sentence, from fucking without the aid of touching yourself, simply unheard of. Maybe you really were his.

“I’m yours, all yours.” It had never been truer. His eyes close as he lets the words float around in his brain over and over. “Yeah? All mine? Belong to me?” You don’t think you could ever profess it enough. You instead move your hands, wrapping them around his neck, bringing his chest down into yours. You lift your head from the seat, your lips coming to his ear as he slows himself, meeting you halfway. You’re whispers send him right over the edge, tumbling towards his demise. He’s grunting, spilling inside you, hips slowly grinding before coming to a halt. He’s muttering sweet sentiments. “You’re so pretty. So good, fuck baby.” His head is spinning. He’s so blissed out he felt like he wasn’t even with you, he was on a whole other plain. You’d taken him to heaven, you’d actually killed him. What a pleasure it was to be killed by you. He was utterly destroyed.

He’s trying to hold himself up, arms on either side of your head. He’s not looking at you, more your bodies still entangled. He looked so conflicted. You try not to imagine the worst. He can’t regret you already. You’d only just ended. Usually, it took some time. He at least should drop you home before that kind of clarity kicks in. Your heart picks up speed again. A panic starting to drip a sweat over your brow. You don’t want this to end like that. “Stop that.” He places a singular kiss to the tip of your nose and the thoughts are erased. “I can practically hear your thoughts” He kisses you again so nonchalantly. “I’m just thinking about moving.” You try not to sigh so loud with relief, but you fail miserably and he’s laughing because it’s so effortlessly you. “Probably should have planned that better.” He’s scolding himself and his tone is light and airy, and you don’t feel so scared anymore. He was right before when he said nothing would change. The only difference was the physicality.

“Why couldn’t you be shorter? We could have lay here for a while.” He’s glad to hear your laughter returning even if it is at his expense. “In my defence, I’ve never done it in a car before, I’m sure there’s a way of doin it, I just don’t know it.” Your eyes widen. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He’s furrowing his brows above you. “I thought this was exactly the location 2018 Luke would be going for.” He gasps in offence. “Sorry to disappoint, it’s all beds for me.” You don’t believe him for a second. He’d had some messy eras. You reckon he just forgot them or tried his hardest to.

“Why have you?” You smirk. “Might have.” There’s that gasp again before a moment of confusion. “Wait, you don’t have a car.” He needs to investigate further. “Correct.” He’s thinking. “Matt didn’t have a car either.” Of course, only he would mention your only ex immediately after your first time together. Very on brand for him. “Did you fuck in my car?” You struggle to contain your laughter. “No! What the fuck?” You shove him. “Thank God, that would have been awkward.” You snort. “More awkward than this sorry excuse for pillow talk?” He pecks your nose for the last time before beaming an infectious smile down at you.

“Not to ruin the moment or anything but uh, will you drive me home now?” He’s suddenly reminded of the purpose of this entire event. He was apologising and giving you a lift. “That’s why we fucked then, just wanted that trip.” You nod along with him. “Mmhmm, didn’t bring my purse, gotta pay my way somehow.” He rolls his eyes. He’s amazed by you. You manage to make his heart pound and dick throb all from making jokes with him still buried inside you. “You fuck all your uber drivers?” You shrug the best you can beneath him. “Only the hot ones.”

It takes you both a little time to dress yourselves. The moment he pulls out you’re sighing and missing the feeling. He’s just as devastated to leave you empty, the sight of his finish leaking from you certainly made up for the fact though. You don’t miss your opportunity to check him out this time. His shoulders are so broad and so freckled. You’d never really noticed that before, always assumed he was pasty beneath those clothes. You were pleasantly surprised. He was a work of art in every manner of the word. “You’re so pretty, you know that?” He’s knelt in front of you stark naked and yet it’s your words that bring him to blushing. “You might have mentioned it.”

Once he’s dressed his bottom half, he moved to help you. He’d gathered as many items of clothing as he could, your shirt and your vest, your bra was certainly gone forever. You sit up straight, bottom half not moving for the risk of making a larger mess than you already had. You were thankful the seats were leather. You both ignore the elephant in the room, well vehicle, for as long as possible before eventually addressing it, looking to the pool of his cum on the seat. “How bout we get these off?” He tugs your shredded tights. “Can use them as a, um, temporary fix.” He cringed as he said it. It was a very sensible idea despite the uncomfortable subject. You work to remove them, cleaning the best you can. “Think you’ll sit in the front seat this time?” You ponder it. “I don’t know about that one.”

You find yourself in the passenger seat just minutes after he asked. Which surprises neither one of you. He’s sat shirtless beside you, even though he’d located his shirt. His glasses are once sitting pretty on the bridge of his nose. You can’t help but admire the marks you’d gifted him. You welcomed the eye candy with open arms. His hand reaches to rest on your bare thigh every now and then. Each touch a bolt of lightning to your senses. You were almost distracted enough not to notice he’d made another diversion. “Thought you were taking me home.” You stare at him like he’s crazy, maybe it was you who was the crazy one, too fucked out to see straight. You wouldn’t put it past yourself. “I am.” He didn’t seem phased by your inquiry. “This isn’t the route to my house babe.” You drop the babe in for sass, but he quite likes the sound of it anyway. “No, I said I’d drive you home.” He turns to smile at your puzzled expression, lips ready to part with an argument before he cuts you right off. “Never said I meant your home.”

[lovermine]

SIMILAR DESIRES, hemmings

a feeling of jealousy is all it takes for the emotions they kept hidden to come to light. tw; alcohol consumption, possible sexual innuendo but not really?? its just briefly mentioned idk

she didn't date around because she wanted a love that lasted, she said. she believed that when the right person came along she would know, and she didn't have to waste time on others she wouldn't put a second thought to in years to come. she'd known for a while, who that person was.

luke hemmings, the golden haired boy who had never shown her anything but appreciation, love and respect for who she was. she found it so hard not to fall in love with him, but she was already in the deep before she realised soon enough to swim to shore. now she felt like she was drowning, struggling against the tide that yelled at her to admit her feelings. but she wouldn't, she would float in the deep salty waters forever if it meant she wouldn't lose her best friend over some feelings that could make or break them. she wouldn't sabotage something so good for something that had so little potential, in her mind. but he wished she would say something, not that he knows she wants to. he looks at her with so much adoration and want that his bandmates are surprised she hasn't noticed that the man would run to the end of the earths for her. if she was drowning, he was swimming to her to help keep her afloat.

it's why he's sulking as he watches her across the bar, talking to some guy that had been eyeing her all night and approached her the minute the curly haired man wasn't glued to her side. he know's he has no right to feel this way, she wasn't his, she was allowed to talk to who she wanted. if she wanted to go home with this guy at the end of the night, she could, whether it felt like a stab in the heart to him or not. he would lay at home desperately trying not to think about the possibility of another man having his hands on her the way he wished he could, telling himself that he would finally tell her about his feelings only to wake up the next morning with the same old desire to keep them hidden.

"sorry that took so long." she stumbles back into the booth next to him, a booth way too small to fit the two of them and their friends meaning that her shoulder is pushed up against him.

"what happened to the guy you were talking to?" he tries his best to bite back his jealous tone, but he's glad she's tipsy enough to not notice as it comes through anyway.

"he was an ass." she shrugs, leaning her head into his shoulder a little. he swears she's trying to kill him, that she just knows what she does to him and is trying to push him over the edge or something. or its some sick joke from the universe, a way of pushing him into finally admitting his feelings for her. but the universe doesn't understand the consequences if it all went the opposite way than what he hoped and dreamt of.

"you okay, yn?" he snaps out of his thoughts of her when he hears calums voice, averting his gaze from the half empty drink in front of him to the girl resting against his shoulder. her eyes are near enough closed, and he guesses that she's far more gone than he originally thought.

"mmm." she hums, "kinda wanna go home, but nel has the only key." luke looks over to where yn's roommate is, dancing with a mutual friend she had run into and clearly showing no signs of wanting to leave anytime soon.

"you wanna stay with me tonight? we can get an uber." his hand comes up to stroke her arm, fingers tracing over the silver bracelet on her wrist. one he had never seen her take off.

"don't wanna take you away from the party." luke shakes his head at the insinuation that he would rather be in a sweaty nightclub than anywhere with her by his side. "are you sure?"

“of course, come on.”

-

luke stares at the boiling kettle as he lets himself get lost in his thoughts the next morning, knowing she's awake as he had heard her greet good morning to petunia a few minutes ago. its the worst he's felt in a while, and he's hardly even hungover. but every pent up emotion from the night before was weighing heavily on his shoulders now that she wasn't by his side, her scent distracting him from anything that could possibly bring his mood down. he thinks about how he was basically torturing himself with his withheld feelings for her, how he's so in love with her it makes him sick and yet he keeps himself from seizing a moment to tell her. god, he almost makes himself angry.

"morning." his voice shakes him out of his trance of staring at the boiling kettle, looking over towards the entrance of his kitchen. and he swears he falls in love all over again, the sight of the girl of his dreams standing sleepily in his shirt. no makeup after he had helped her take it off the night before, hair thrown up in a messy ponytail that was definitely in need of a redo with the amount of stray hairs falling out of it. but she had never looked more ethereal. "you didn't have to sleep on the couch," she comments, clearly having seen the stray blanket and pillows as she made her way towards the kitchen.

"i wasn't gonna let you sleep on it." and i don't think i can fathom sleeping in the same bed as you without kissing you senseless. he'll admit, there was more of a bite to his voice than he wanted. it wasn't her fault after all, that his feelings were bubbling up inside him and threatening to flood his kitchen right there and then.

"are you okay, luke?" her feet patter across the kitchen tile until she's stood next to him, looking at him with a worry in her eyes that he wishes he could kiss away. "did i say something to you last night?" she panics a little, at the thought of possibly upsetting him with something she said in a drunk frenzy, not that she was ever a mean drunk. and it definitely wouldn't have been true, it killed her how she could think no wrong of him. sometimes she wishes she could bring herself to hate him, it would make the distance between them feel so much easier. or maybe she had done the worst thing imaginable, she had confessed to him. and he hadn't felt the same way, and now their friendship was down the drain.

"no, no. don't worry, you didn't do anything." she could do no wrong to him, that's for sure. she could rip his heart out and crush it to pieces and he's sure he'd still swoon at the mere thought of her. «it's nothing, forget about it."

"nuh uh, tell me hemmings." she lifts herself onto the counter so she can be eye to with him, hands coming up to his shoulders so he wouldn't try and avoid the question or her gaze. if only she knew the electricity that ran through his veins at the feeling of her fingertips on his skin. if only he knew that being this close to him, and even closer, was all she had ever wanted for the rest of her life. "what's plaguing that pretty head of yours?"

“i shouldn't have felt the way i did when i saw you with that guy last night." it stumbles out of his lips before he can stop it, but staring into her eyes inhibits any white lie that he could possibly come up with. and now it was the ultimate moment that could his change his life forever, he could face her rejection and deal with it throughout the rest of their friendship, he could lose her forever. or maybe, just maybe, his dreams were about to come true. the universe would answer his silent prayers in the most blissful way possible.

"how did you feel?" she asks him with a quiet voice.

“i don't know." his jaw clenches a little as he thinks back to the night before, the sickly smile the guy had thrown at her. the wav it had made him feel. "angry. i guess. or jealous."

"jealous?"

"of him." he clarifies, "of the idea that he could possibly take you home if you wanted him to." the thought makes him want to throw up, when did he get so goddamn possessive?

"but you were the one to do that anyway" she comments, a small smile tugging at her lips. she never would have gone home with him, not when luke had been at the booth a few metres away and she could have easily gone back to him and enjoyed every minute of her night with him. he would always be her first choice, always.

"not in the way i wanted to." he shakes his head with a dry chuckle, as if he finds himself ridiculous. her heart is skipping beats as she processes his words, thoughts whirling as she tries to convince herself that what she was hearing wasn't a figment of her cruel imagination, that luke hemmings was actually in front of her confessing that he wanted her the way that she wanted him. "i can't have you in the way i want to."

"says who?" her hands move closer to this neck, painted finger nails dancing along with the curls on the back of his neck and raising goosebumps along his skin. her face is so close to his he can count every freckle or blemish upon her features that makes him fall for her even more. "it's your shirt i'm in, your bed i'm waking up in. what does that tell you?"

"that we may have similar desires." with that his lips are on hers, his mind basking in the feeling of something he had yearned for for so long. it was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment. every lingering touch that set their skin alight, every wandering thought of what it was like to be in eachothers arms was communicated through the simple act. and it was everything and nothing all at once, in the best way possible.

vai's thoughts: might edit this later cos i feel like the ending is rushed, but pls enjoy the first oneshot on this account and Imk ur thoughts!!

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pairing ; c.h. x reader

requested ; yes

summary ; you stumble across a video of calum's fingers that has you all hot and bothered.

warnings ! SMUT, masturbating, fingering, riding, praising, finger sucking, titty sucking (?), unprotected sex, p in v, slight cockwarming at the end

word count ; 1.1k

a/n ; i think i have this weird thing for riding, but whatever. anyway, sorry it's been awhile i was just unmotivated, but weirdly listening to 1D got me to finish this work. also, thank you guys so much for 100 followers! hope you enjoy!

You had the day off from work, so you spent your time cleaning the home you shared with Calum and Duke. You had finished cleaning about half an hour ago, deciding to spend some time scrolling through social media on the living room couch.

Scrolling through your feed on Twitter looking at posts you were tagged in, posts Calum was tagged in, posts the band was tagged in, etc., you landed on a short compilation of Calum at different concerts, but the motion of his hand stayed the same.

Your eyes couldn’t help but focus on the movement of his fingers – them being the whole reason the compilation was made. Their movement was enticing and all too familiar – flashes of Calum’s fingers moving like that inside you playing in your mind. You just had to watch the video again… and again and again.

The need for Calum grew quickly from there, wishing he could hurry home from the studio faster, but you knew how important his music was to him. So, you decided to do the next best thing.

You laid back on the couch, spreading your thighs enough to slip your hand between them. You teased yourself over the fabric of your underwear – the only thing you were wearing other than a shirt of Calum’s. You tried to mimic the way Calum’s hands would tease you if he were there, but your fingers could never reach the right places like his would.

Still, you managed to work yourself up enough to have soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips. You had removed your underwear, rubbing shameless circles on your clit with one hand while the other moved at a steady pace in and out of your cunt. Lost in the feelings of your own fingers and imagining they were Calum’s, you hadn’t heard the door open and close.

Calum slid his shoes and jacket off after closing the door. He crouched down to the floor to meet Duke, smiling at the dog’s excitement in seeing him. When he stood up, he was about to call your name when he heard something that made him stop in his tracks.

He followed the noises that led him to the living room where he took in the sight of you spread out on the couch. He watched almost hypnotized as your fingers moved to please yourself. It was obvious to him that you were trying to replicate the way he did it.

When he snapped out of his stupor, he slowly made his way over to you as quiet as possible as to not disturb your concentration. He knelt down in front of the couch, leaving him almost eye level with your sopping cunt. He held back a groan as his fingers slowly moved to replace yours.

Your eyes shot open at the pleasant surprise of his touch. Your eyes found his already looking at you, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment as he began to rub circles just as you had been doing.

“Don’t be embarrassed, love,” he said, a small smirk adorning his lips. “Mind telling me what got you like this in the first place?”

“Saw a video,” you said simply, beginning to lose yourself in the feel of his hands.

Calum’s thumb kept at its motions on your clit while his ring and middle finger slid through your folds, spreading your arousal around. “About?”

“Your fingers. Liked the way they moved.”

At your admission, Calum slid his fingers into your entrance. He began moving his fingers in the exact motion of what had been in the compilation. “Like this.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Just like that.”

Just as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to form, Calum removed his fingers from you. You watched with confused eyes as he stood up. His hands moved to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock slapped against his stomach, and you moaned.

“Come here, pretty girl.” Calum held his hand out for you. You put your hand in his and he pulled you to stand up. He replaced your previous spot on the couch, patting his lap. “You want to sit on my cock?”

You nodded, quickly clambering over his lap. You used your hand to guide his dick through your folds before slipping it into your wet hole.

“Good girl,” Calum groaned. “Taking my dick so well.”

You moaned as you sank all the way down onto his length. His hands grasped your waist, helping you rise up only to slam you back down.

“So good,” you moaned.

“Yeah?” he said. “You just love riding my cock, don’t you?”

“Mhm. Love it,” you gasped. “Want it all the time.”

“That’s my girl.” He smirked, one of his hands abandoning its place on your waist to trail up to your breasts.

He palmed at one while he leaned forward to take the other in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the nipple before sucking it into his mouth, making you clench around him. He groaned and repeated the action, rewarding him with the same reaction, adding to both your pleasure.

You reached for the hand that was on your breast, bringing it up to your mouth. Calum had momentarily stopped his attack on your breast to watch as you guided his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. He was mesmerized as you swirled your tongue around the digits like you’d done to his cock countless times before.

He groaned and pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth. “God, you’re so fucking hot. Sucking on my fingers like it’s my cock. You like my fingers that much, sweetheart?”

You moaned around his fingers, nodding eagerly as you clenched on his cock.

“You gonna cum?” he asked.

You nodded, trying to ride him faster, but your legs had grown tired.

“D’you need help?”

“Please,” you said, words muffled by his fingers.

“Okay, love. You just keep sucking those fingers, okay?”

“Okay.”

Calum grinned and kissed your chin, not bothered by the drool dripping down it from sucking on his fingers. He wrapped his unoccupied arm around your waist, holding you up as he thrusted into you quickly. You whined around his fingers, walls clenching his cock as he hit deeper than before.

“That’s it, love. Let go. Let it all go.”

You practically cried out around his fingers as you came, his thrusts continuing through your climax. He groaned as he followed right behind, hot ropes of cum painting your walls.

He removed his fingers from your mouth as you came down from your high. He kissed you for the first time on the lips since he came home. It was lazy and messy, but neither of you cared.

“I love you,” you whispered as he pulled away.

He kissed your forehead. “I love you, too. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Can we stay?” you asked. “Just for a little bit.”

“Of course,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “We’ll stay for however long you want.”

[green-typewriterz]

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED*

*requests are open for Buck ONLY

Hello!

I am a fic writer who is now opening requests!

what i will write:

angst

hurt

comfort

fluff

injury and the like

what i won't write:

Explicit content, I’m fine with kissing but no sex/ more as I am ace and sex repulsed

NSWF (only sexual I will do violence and swearing lol)

pregnancy or being a parent

minor x adult ships (eg Sterek)

If there is a topic you are unsure about feel free to message me and I will clear it up! I will most likely mainly be writing for:

EVAN BUCKLEY PLEASE SEND ME EVAN BUCKLEY FICS

SAM WINCHESTER

Kaz Brekker

Matt Murdock

Sidney Prescott

Amber Freeman

Wes Hicks

Tara Carpenter

Sam Carpenter

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Pretty much any teen wolf character

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

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nothin' but love for you--Luke&Lily oneshot

Word count: 3.8k (also unedited so if there are errors oops)

Warnings: pregnancy talk

Enjoy! Feedback is always welcome!

•••

You and Luke have planned to tell everyone about the pregnancy at the end of February and ever since you told him he’s become more affectionate and helpful around the house and the kids (which seems impossible). He doesn’t even let you lift the laundry basket because he doesn’t want you to strain yourself.

“Our anniversary is coming up soon,” he mentions one night in bed. His fingers are rubbing and massaging your lower back as you’re situated between his long legs. The kids have been in bed for a few hours after a double feature of Moana and Encanto.

“I know…oh, there Luke,” you groan when he rubs at a certain spot. You feel him smile against your hair. “What should we do?”

“Do you want to know my original plan or the revised one?”

“Can I know both?” you ask then give it some thought, “why is there a revised one?”

“Because the original plan was before I knew about this little bud,” he pokes the side of your belly. “And it involved flying.”

“To where?” you sigh, loving the rotation of his fingers.

Your doctor recommended you stay home and in the area for this pregnancy considering how the last one went. You and Luke were quick to agree not wanting to repeat a fainting episode like in Disney.

“I don’t want to tell you,” he chuckles.

“Please, Luke?” you crane your neck towards his face and bring his mouth to yours.

“We were going to go to the Philippines,” he explains on your lips, each word a kiss. “We were going to go to museums, tours of mansions and experience the beauty of the land and the people…skinny dipping.”

“Mm,” you hum kissing him once more, your fingers latching onto his curls. “That does sound nice. What’s the revised edition?”

“I convinced Ash and KayKay to babysit while I took you to dinner and a movie. Your choice on everything.”

“I choose everything? You spoil me too much,” you smile and he wraps his arms around you, his thumb rubbing at the sides of your breasts through the nightgown you have on. “What about Valentine's Day?”

“That involves the kids. We’ll make heart-shaped pizzas and our own chocolate covered strawberries. Then maybe watch a movie before we put them to bed,” he kisses your cheek. His breath tickles your ear.

“Sounds like a nice cozy night in,” you hum dragging his fingers over and below your grown belly. “What will happen when we’re alone?”

“We’ll go to bed.”

“And?” You hedge, his fingers graze under your nightgown, tickling the skin of your lower stomach.

“I’ll give you a foot massage.”

“And then?” your voice shakes as he teases his finger over your clothed core.

“Damn, you’re wet already, lovie? I’ve barely touched you,” his voice is gruff in your ear.

“I’m pregnant, you know how much my libido is…heightened,” you squeak and rest your head against his shoulder. A small moan slips out as Luke presses onto your clit.

“Love your moans,” he continues to rub at you in circular motions.

You open your legs a little wider and he slips his hand underneath your underwear. He teases a long finger up your slit, coaxing soft whimpers from your mouth. Your body becomes hot and when he kisses your neck you can’t help but lift your hips into his palm.

“There’s my girl…gonna make you feel good, yeah?”

He talks you through it and because of your heightened hormones, you cum on his fingers and he silences your salacious moans with a firm kiss. His tongue is hushing your noises and your whole body is in a tizzy then you’re left panting against him.

You watch through half lidded eyes as he slowly brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean with a satisfied moan.

“I can’t wait,” you whisper.

***

Thankfully you haven’t felt all that dizzy this time around but your cravings have been prominent and a little crazy. For two weeks all you’ve wanted were french fries and chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. If you didn’t have the chocolate sprinkles, you cried for hours until Luke finally found some. You wanted everything related to potatoes and chocolate.

You’d dip the fries in your chocolate shake. You’d make a potato chip and M&M sandwich. Salty and sweet was definitely your forte and then you started to become more and more tired.

“Mama, are you sick?” Lily asks the day before your anniversary. She came home from school to find you laying on the couch with a migraine cap on your head, it was ice cold and helped alleviate the pain in your head.

“I just have a headache, honey,” you assure her. “What did you do at school today?”

When it was time for your anniversary date you tried to give yourself a pep talk to stay awake for the whole night. Luke noticed how heavy your eyes were as you settled into the car after dinner, your head immediately falling back onto the seat.

“I think we should call it a night, lovie,” Luke says once he’s in the seat next to you.

“No! No, I want to go see our movie,” you sit up a little straighter but he places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You could barely keep your head up while we ate our dessert,” he smiles, “it’s fine, really. I’ll still rub your feet.”

“Okay,” you give in all too easily.

Lily and Posy are still awake when you come home, they show you the anniversary cards they made you with Ashton and KayKay and the gift they got you. It was a painting of their footprints overlapping each other. Lily’s was pink, Posy’s were purple and Oliver’s were red. Lily wrote around their feet ‘Happy Anniversary mama and daddy, Love, Lily, Po and Oli.’

“Unca Ash helped paint our feet! It tickled,” Posy told you excitedly.

“I even had them paint mine just for fun,” Ashton smiles holding up a green foot.

“Do you like it?” Lily asks hugging your waist.

“We love it, this is so special,” you kiss her head.

“We’ll hang it right in our room,” Luke kisses Posy and she hugs him tightly then yawns into his neck. “Okay, let’s say goodnight to Unca Ash and Aunt Kay so you can get to bed, bug.”

Luke helps the girls get ready for bed and you give Ashton and KayKay a hug goodbye.

“How come you guys came home so early?” KayKay asks.

“Oh, um, I wasn’t feeling all that well after dinner,” you lie and force yourself not to touch your belly. You still had your big coat on but the couple exchanged a look.

“Okay, well, get some rest,” KayKay kisses your cheek. “And Happy Anniversary.”

“Thank you.”

“Use protection,” Ashton teases with a wink and they head outside the door.

“Too late for that,” you mutter with a small chuckle.

You remove your coat and slip off your shoes. Just as you’re about to take the first step up the stairs, Luke rushes down to grab your hands to help you.

“Do you need help?” he asks when you turn on the bathroom door.

“I’m good,” you shake your head.

You weren’t.

Five minutes later Luke found you asleep on the toilet. He helped you out of your clothes and into your nightgown. Then he removed your make-up and did your skincare routine, his fingers gentle as they massaged your face oil and lotion over your cheeks. He helped you get into bed and covered you with the comforter and a kiss to your nose.

You watch him move about the room as he gets ready for bed and your eyes slowly start to close. You have no idea where this bout of sleepiness came from but it was winning you over.

Your eyes flash open (when did they close?) when Luke climbs into bed next to you. Once he’s settled and shuts off the light, you scoot over to rest your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry I ruined our night.”

“You didn’t ruin a thing,” he says tickling up and down your back. “You usually get tired this time of the pregnancy and I should’ve remembered that.”

“But it’ll be harder for us to spend alone time together once the new baby comes,” you feel tears spike in your eyes. “And we still have to get the crib and stuff set up. We’ll have to rearrange Oliver’s room or try and find a new house–”

“Hey, shh, shh, lovie it’ll all be okay,” he hushes holding you close. “We always find time for each other. After we tell everybody, we’ll get started on Oliver’s room and you know Crystal has a good eye on real estate. We’ll make everything work out, I promise.”

He kisses your forehead and you relax at his assurances.

“Thank you for dealing with me when I’m like this.”

“It’s my job, through thick and thin, better or worse, sickness and in health, in good times and bad–”

“Are you repeating your vows to me?” you giggle into his neck.

“Maybe, but I can sing them to you too if you’d like.”

“I would like that, and so would the baby.”

“Yeah this high, high love that you give to me, is dripping down my hands like honey, it’s all I’m missing…You give me something good, just give me something good.”

***

You were more lively when Valentine’s Day rolled out. You and Luke helped Lily and Posy make their Valentine’s for their classmates. Lily made one extra special for Roman and they loved making their own pizzas. Oliver even smeared his hands in the sauce on his little pizza. Before your next ultrasound you were taking him to get his eyes checked and hopefully he wouldn’t need his glasses anymore.

“Miss Gretchen says we’re going to watch movies and decorate our own cookies at school tomorrow!” Posy exclaims in excitement as she watches Luke cut her pizza into slices.

“What movie are you going to watch?” Luke asks.

“Snoopy’s Valentine’s Day.”

“What are you doing tomorrow, my sweet?” Luke looks at Lily who just fed Oliver a piece of pizza after blowing on it to cool off.

“I think we’re watching The Little Rascals,” she says. “And we’re playing games, too.”

You had a little more pep in your step as you decorated the house for Valentine’s Day. you bought a bunch of red heart-shaped balloons to hang along one wall in the kitchen and Luke even bought sparkling pink juice (fake wine) to have for dinner.

There were props and a bunch of pink and red roses scattered all over the house. You couldn’t wait for the girls to come home and enjoy the little festivities. After dropping the girls off at school, Luke gave you his gift which was a glass rose in a stand that had your wedding date engraved in the base. It was also a music box so when you pushed the button on the side, it played your song. It was beautiful and timeless and it definitely made you cry.

Your gift to Luke were three new satin shirts from the designer he loved so much in Italy. His initials were embroidered in the tag as well.

“These are incredible, lovie,” he kisses your cheek, “thank you. I’ll have to wear these the next time I’m onstage.”

You pause and stare at each other, you hadn’t had that conversation yet of what the next tour and album will look like after this baby is born. Luke has made sure to keep you in the loop as always and since Michael and Crystal have their hands full with Chloe and Maddox, the guys more or less agreed on a small hiatus, or at least a slower process of getting the next album out.

You were all in new chapters of your life and enjoying every moment of it, but you were so thankful to be in the same book with each other. Luke let slip that Calum was thinking of proposing to Rayna over the summer when they went on a trip to Australia.

When the girls are home, you show them the rose Luke got you and they’re completely transfixed. Posy says it’s like the one from Beauty and the Beast. Lily and Posy loved the small photoshoot you had as a family, Sarah lent you an old camera of hers to use.

It was a fun evening with your family making food and then watching movies on the couch until they fell asleep. Oliver always fell asleep snuggled in your arms and Posy was sprawled across Luke’s lap, her arms and feet in different directions.

“Time to put our little cupids to bed,” Luke smiles at each child lovingly. He went back to the main menu on the tv and lifted Posy in his arms. He stretched over to Lily and spoke softly to her until she woke up.

She bumped against Luke’s body as he helped her up the stairs and into her room to change into pajamas. Posy was limp in Luke’s arms and still had her eyes closed as he changed her.

“She’s just like you,” Luke always mused, referring to the times you were a little too drunk or too tired to change yourself.

After you settle Oliver into his crib you check on Lily and her eyes are on you as you enter her room.

“All set, sweetheart?” you ask sitting on her bed.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?” you ask making sure she’s tucked in. Your ears perked at her use of ‘mom.’ She usually calls you that when she has something on her mind.

“Are you having another baby?”

You stop your motions of tucking her in and meet her eyes (Cory’s eyes) and you know she knows.

“How’d you know?” you ask and she sits up a little on her pillow.

“You’ve been eating weird things and have been really tired. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sigh.

“Luke and I wanted to wait until the end of the month to tell you and Posy. Remember how I was pregnant last summer and then I…I lost the baby?” she nods, her fingers playing with her pink bunny’s ears. “Well, I wanted to make sure this baby was okay before we told you.”

“Is the baby okay?”

“This baby is perfectly fine,” you smile, “I see the doctor every other week to make sure.”

“Can I come next time? To see what it looks like?”

“Sure sweetheart,” you smile. “How do you feel about having another brother or sister?”

She chews on her lip staring at her pink painted nails then she smiles.

“I’m excited. I like being a big sister.”

“You’re the best big sister,” you start crying again because of how sweet your girl is.

“Don’t cry mama,” she scoots closer and gives you a tight hug.

“They’re happy tears, I love you so much, Lily.”

“Po’s out, how’s my sweet doing–what’s going on?” Luke asks entering her room.

“She figured out I’m pregnant,” you explain and his eyes widen.

“She did? How?”

“Because she’s so smart,” you praise and Lily giggles.

“I already knew that,” Luke smiles and pulls up one of her small chairs at her desk. “What do you think about it?”

“I’m happy, but…” she glances between you and Luke, “I think we need a bigger house.”

The three of you laugh together and promise a new house is in the future soon. Lily promises she won’t say anything to anyone, lets out a big yawn and you leave her to go to sleep.

“Well, that’s one person down,” Luke jokes. “Lily is so intuitive.”

“She gets that from Cory.”

“She gets it from you, too.”

***

When you decide to tell Posy you make a day out of it towards the end of February on a Saturday while Lily is at Cory’s. She was fine with you telling Posy by herself. You go to Fun World as a family and pick up cupcakes for all of you to eat. You’re sitting by the firepit at home eating your sweet treats and Luke wipes away frosting from Oliver’s cheek before he speaks.

“Po, your mama and I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“Well, in the summer I’m going to have another baby,” you say. Posy’s brows furrow slightly (a trait from Luke) as she thinks and processes over your words and then she gasps.

“Will it be twins like Chloe and Maddox?!” she kneels up on her chair, purple frosting clinging to the corner of her mouth.

“No, honey, just one baby,” you laugh.

“And we’ll visit just like Olly?”

You and Luke exchange a look.

“No, lovebug,” Luke says, “I don’t think we’ll be at the hospital like your brother.”

“I hope it’s a boy,” she responds happily and goes back to her cupcake.

Later, while you’re putting dishes in the dishwasher Luke comes up to you.

“You’ve been quiet since we told Posy about the baby. What’s going on?”

“Just thinking…”

“About?”

“My pregnancy with Lily and Posy were perfectly fine. The worst part of it was the morning sickness so I don’t know why it was so hard with Oliver. And then the miscarriage happened but this one…” you touch your belly, “this one is hardly difficult at all. Except for the crazy emotions and cravings.”

“Not every pregnancy is exactly the same, Dr. Wilson told us that.”

“What if something does happen between now and my due date? What if I go into early labor and we do have to be in the hospital?”

“We’ll do what we did with Oliver, be there and listen to the doctors. But, we won’t leave Lily and Posy as much as we did. Whatever happens,” he places his hands on your waist, staring into your eyes, “we’ll handle it together just like we do with everything else.”

***

When you go pick up Lily from Cory and Ella’s that Sunday you and Luke decided to tell them the news of the new baby. You usually have dinner with them and catch up with each other on what’s going on.

“Tell them the news,” Ella smiles at Cory grabbing his hand on the table.

“What news?” you look between the both of them.

“I got a call from a buddy of mine, y/n you know him, Patrick, and he asked if I wanted to be an instructor at the National Guard and I said yes,” Cory explains.

“What! Cory, that’s amazing!” you exclaim. “When do you start?”

“A month, I have to go through some classes of my own but they should be pretty easy.”

“That’s incredible, good job mate,” Luke claps him on the back and Ella is beaming at him.

Luke looks to you and holds your hand in his lap giving you a nod. You heave a big sigh.

“We have some news of our own,” you begin. Cory and Ella look at you expectantly. “I’m seven months pregnant.”

“What?!”

“Y/n! Congratulations!” Ella rises from her seat to give you a hug. “I thought you looked like you were glowing when you walked in.”

Luke and Cory shake hands then he comes by to hug you as well, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Congratulations,” Cory smiles and sits down. “Why did you wait so long to tell us?”

“We…”

“Well, you saw the magazine article,” Luke says. “We’ve been through a lot, I didn’t even know until Christmas.”

“And everything is going okay?” Ella asks.

“So far so good,” you nod rubbing at your belly and Ella gasps. “Strong heartbeat, a little on the low side for weight for Dr. Wilson said we’re okay.”

“That’s so wonderful,” Ella smiles, “and you hid that belly really well!”

“How’re the kids handling it?”

“Great, Posy is excited and Lily wants to come to the ultrasound appointments.”

“Do you have room at the house?” Cory asks.

“We agreed we’ll start looking after the baby’s born,” Luke says, “we want to make sure y/n and the baby are healthy first.”

“But we definitely need a bigger house,” you laugh. “Four kids and a dog is a lot.”

***

When you tell the boys you’re all together at the house for a nice hangout. Andy and Sarah came by after Valentine’s Day to do a little bit of a photoshoot to announce the new baby. You had them printed on cards and sealed them in red envelopes.

So after dinner and before dessert, you gather them all out in the backyard. Lily and Posy had made cupcakes for them and Posy sat on Ashton’s lap telling him she made one special for him.

Michael and Crystal sat the twins in the little playpen they brought over with Oliver so they could play and interact with each other safely. You couldn’t believe their first birthday is coming up soon.

“Before you eat your cupcakes, Lily has something to pass around,” you say.

Lily hands out the envelopes to each couple and she plops down next to Calum and Rayna.

“Can we open them?” Ashton asks.

“Did we all win a trip?” Michael laughs.

“Open them,” Luke laughs nuzzling close to you, he kisses your ear.

They tear through the envelops, ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ at the cute photos of the girls.

“Wait, is that–”

“You’re pregnant?!” Calum’s mouth drops open.

“I’m pregnant,” you nod.

They’re all suddenly in front of you giving hugs and kisses shooting off question after question. You pull your dress tighter to your body so they can see you’re overgrown belly.

“When are you due?”

“How are you doing?”

“How’d you keep this secret for so long?”

“She’s due end of May or early June,” Luke says. “y/n and baby are both healthy and strong and y/n wanted to wait until after six months.”

“After what happened with Oliver and then the miscarriage…I didn’t want to get my hopes up,” you explained.

“This is such great news,” Ashton says, “another little baby!”

“Quite the babymaker, man,” Calum grins squeezing Luke’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re three away from having a singing group like the Von Trapp’s,” Ashton says.

“I don’t think we’ll have that many,” Luke shakes his head.

“Yeah, after this one we’re done,” you giggle holding onto your belly. “Oh, she’s kicking, who wants to feel?”

Crystal volunteers and you guide her hand to the spot. She smiles warmly.

“I’ve missed that feeling,” she says, “so you know it’s a girl?”

“I think it’s a girl, I’ve had a lot of the same cravings and symptoms as I did with the girls.”

“We won’t know for sure until it’s birth time.”

They’re all so happy for you and enjoy the cupcakes while asking questions and gazing at the photos you took. You shiver a little and Luke pulls you against his body, one hand on your belly.

“Getting tired?”

“A little, but I’m okay,” you smile. “You?”

“I got nothin’ but love for you, lovie,” he smiles giving you a kiss. You lace your fingers with his on your belly, your rings clinking together.

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[orangeinecstasy]

hi everyone! super sorry i haven’t posted in a while. school has been crazy and i have the worst case of writers block which has just taken away my ability to think of a good plot.

if you guys have any suggestions please let me know! my big two are inhaler and 5sos but i’m willing to do others.

hoping to come back to writing as soon as i can!!!

much love 🫶

[nimrats]

ㅤ ㅤ ✿ ; STAR OF THE NIGHT, ̽ ₊

calum hood ❣︎ model!oc

warnings ; mentions of toxic family relationships / abuse and eating disorders. swearing and probably alluding to sex / sexual innuendos, but i won’t write smut. ✧₊˚·

°.* ʚ he doesn’t know her name, but he knows she’s the star of the night. whether it was just to him, or the rest of the audience too. ɞ *.°

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prologue ── people watching

[wineauntharry]

y’all

I’m looking at my old account where I used to write and it’s gas. I will repost most of it and start writing soon!! i love and miss it Imma add some tags just so y’all know where to find stuff that’s coming soon.

REQUESTS ARE OPENNNN (never written smut but i can try!)

who i write for:

all of 5sos

harry duh

joe burrow

jack harlow

shawn mendes

all of the cast of wednesday

and any one you request just might take longer to get to

any ladies :) (wlw)

tysm i love each and everyone of u even if ur not here yet :)

- xx naomi

[indianamgc11]

writing styleeee

[causeyoudontgotoparties]

𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 ✰

𝖲𝖤𝖭𝖣 𝖨𝖭 𝖱𝖤𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖲！

𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖴𝖬 𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖣 ✿

Focus (poly!cake)

𝖫𝖴𝖪𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖬𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ✿

Focus (poly!cake)

𝖠𝖲𝖧𝖳𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖱𝖶𝖨𝖭 ✿

－𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇

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－𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇

[afatallovesong]

Filthy Thoughts

Short and sweet

18+, Smut, NSFW

My mental health has been in the gutter since Christmas so I’m starting a mini series called ‘Filthy Thoughts’ where it’s basically just short and filthy 5SOS scenarios for you to enjoy while I work on longer fics.

Word Count: 613

Luke’s been on tour for months and although you facetime and you call and text and you send nudes, god it’s just not the same at all and he’s weak, god he’s so weak. He’s desperate and he misses you and he needs your pussy in any shape or form he doesn’t fucking care. He just has to have you, he’s desperate, with his head in your lap, you’re playing with his hair, holding him. You’re cuddling, he’s nudging you with his nose, pecking at your thighs through your clothes, prodding you. He’s trying so hard to get your attention without outright begging for your pussy. You eventually notice his shuffling and you can’t help but feel a little hot at the sight of his face between your legs like that, his blonde curls wrapped around your fingertips while you massage his scalp. You’re undeniably wet in your shorts and you hope he doesn’t know, there’s no way he could know.

He does though, of course he does. He knows how you feel about him. He can smell it on you too, smell your fucking arousal for him and he can’t take it anymore. He needs to poke his fingers under your shorts and sink them through your soaked lips. Your breath is hitching, he’s grinning against you, head turned to look up at you in awe. Your cheeks are blushing red and he’s loving every second of it. He’s lazily playing with you, head resting higher up on your stomach as you both shifted to make it feel better, ease of access included.

It’s not long before the teasing is too much for you to handle and you need him to take your shorts off and he does. He does, right after he takes off his grey sweatshirt and his top underneath, leaving his upper half bare. It’s not even because he expects anything more from you, but because he knows damn well he’s gonna work up a sweat from making you feel good. He’s pulling your shorts down, kissing, sucking, and licking over your lace panties and moaning against your throbbing clit. His fingers waste no time sinking inside you fully while he suckles. Your own fingers are in his hair again but gripping harsher cause you know he whimpers when you do that. His whimpers, the vibrations rippling over your clit is fucking heaven and god are you close to cumming already?

His sweet little whimpers and his rough fingers fucking your cunt like that, hell, maybe you missed him as much as he missed you. You’re clamping down on his fingers and he’s scrunching his eyes shut while he sucks your clit. Holy shit he might just be losing his damn mind too. You’re so fucking perfect, and he moans it into your cunt while you cum around his fingers. You half wonder why it’s so loud, cause there’s no way he felt as impossibly good as you did in that moment but fuck, unbeknown to you, he just might. “Baby, baby I wanna make you feel good,” you’re already pulling him up to taste yourself on his lips as you mutter your request. He’s blushing furiously hard, burying his face in your neck instead, “don’t think you need to worry about that” his breath’s hot, words muffled by your skin. You’re wracking your post euphoric brain for a reason why he’d reject you taking care of him after so long apart but then it clicks in your mind. He’s looking down at the stain in his sweats and instead of the mortifying laugh he expects from you, all you can manage is “god that’s so fucking hot Luke.” 

[stxrliasfics]

Snuff (lrh oneshot)

Total Word Count: 1,104

Rating: T

Summary:

“𝘛𝘩-𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘥-𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳—𝘩𝘪𝘮—𝘢𝘴 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰.

Luke just can’t seem to let the love of his life go.

✰ Cross-posted on my ao3 x

✰ Heavily inspired by the music video of 'Snuff' by Slipknot

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It was a night like this he remembered when the chains barricading his heart had broken free for a bright beauty sauntering before him. She had dazzling eyes, soft skin that felt like the pillowy parts of a cloud, and a voice that the birds all stopped their singing to listen to. And Luke fell for all of it. Every piece of her was his heaven, his safe space. She was a goddess that he kneeled to. Such actions left people dreaming of falling into a relationship like theirs. Only, they didn’t know the half of it. Her selfishness was never something that Luke could admit to. 

Every trace of her seemed to be left in the flat they had once shared. Dust bunnies took shelter in crevices as a result of him not cleaning up in the past month. In his glassy eyes there held another expression—mangled fury.

He circled the room, taking a look at everything and savoring every bit of her as always. The photos of them together, captured by each other’s love. Now it just seemed like they were wearing mere masks.

Luke’s eyes trailed to an empty wine glass, all lonesome sitting on a table near the window. Dust covered the surface as well. A red smudge of what could have only been lipstick started from the rim of the glass. So faint, yet still there. What seemed like another piece of her. He picked it up and examined it before pressing the rim to his lips as if imagining that he was kissing her. Here. In their flat where no one else could get in the way. No one could interrupt them.

Luke pulled away, his eyes transfixed on the faint smudge that had somehow stayed intact. He gripped it—almost entranced. Every word spurted from those beautiful lips. Even the ones that shamed him. They still seemed beautiful when they came from her lips. How did she do that?

He gripped the wine glass even harder without acknowledgment, teeth gritting. The walls seemed to collapse around him while providing images of the past. A past he knows he can’t get rid of even if he tried. She continued to linger in every place he attempted to sweep away.

His grip tightened and tightened, still staring at the red-painted rim. And in a sudden moment, like his bubbling rage, shards and crimson erupted before him. He cried out and let his agony travel out of the cracks of the flat into the hallway. Paralyzed with dejection and anger, everything else on the table came crashing to the floor in Luke’s destructive path. He clawed at his scalp, the blood dripping in plump droplets down his skin. It was amazing how no one in the building bothered to check in. Somehow the man’s sobs weren’t surprising to any tenants residing there. Could they not hear them? Did they just choose not to hear them? Yeah, let the fucker cry all night. He’ll get over it.  

Luke calmed down enough to realize that his hand was wounded and he rushed over to the bathroom down the hall to care for it. He grabbed a small towel from below the counter that held the basin and pressed it down on his wound, wincing. A crimson blotch seeped through the white cloth as he looked into the mirror. Staring back at him was a pale, sweaty, disfigured son of a bitch with no life. A dumb lowlife who let some bitch in red pumps stomp all over him and stand him up like an idiot. No, she wasn’t a bitch. She was my everything. But how could he have been so stupid? Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! She didn’t really love you! The palm of his terribly bandaged hand repeatedly struck his forehead. The white cloth fell into the sink and blood stained the wet blonde strands covering his eyes. He took another good look in the mirror, wanting so badly to smash it into pieces because of the waste of a man staring back at him—only he had a good mind not to.

Instead, like always, he curled up into the neat bed without pulling back the covers and forced himself into the void of slumber. 

***

It was her never fading light of joy that made men lunge after her. Long blonde waves fell off of her shoulders in the faintest of ways and she wore a skin-tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body. Everything that she did seemed so fragile. From the way she put on her lipstick to the way she hugged her puppy when saying goodbye. She was fragile. However, a festering laceration prevented her from doing too much of these things. It seems as if we all have infected wounds that never truly heal. They grow and fester with parasites and we’re left with them until we die. And death had taken place, but she was still stuck with the remains of the other. 

She slipped her red pumps on whilst wincing, noticing from the corner of her eye a figure in the doorway of her bedroom. Smoothing out her dress and careful not to touch the hurt area, she stood up in front of the mirror that was positioned at the foot of her bed. Her hands traveled up her figure and touched every part as a means of checking herself out. And the man in the doorway, Calum, watched with a somewhat sickened expression.

“Th-This is getting out of hand,” he had said, still watching. She did not turn to meet him until she grabbed her purse which lay on the bed, its strap sprawled out. Calum caught sight of the shadowy look on her eyelids and her red-painted lips. He had absolutely no intentions of humoring her—him—as Michael had instructed him to. What good would it do to stoop down to his level? “You’ve got to stop this. You need help, Luke.”

Upon hearing that, icy blue eyes glared up with such a piercing gaze. Bitter. Ones that were unable to swallow the hard truth that came knocking on the door. Yet, it was replaced immediately—horrifyingly—with that sweet, innocent gaze that she gave to everyone. Fragile. 

“I don’t know what you mean, Cal,” she said in a voice that only made the man’s stomach churn in horror. “Maybe you should go lie down.”

And nothing else was left in that flat but a worried, trembling Calum and the misery that never seemed to go away. She had sauntered off down the hall leaving it all behind.

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i have a question!

i currently have two luke fics in the works and cannot decide which one i should focus myself on first. so please read the small descriptions and lmk which one you’d rather read <3

1. detective!luke au, a shorter fic (maybe 3ish chapters). a lot more planned out and more likely to be updated faster

2. boxer!luke au, longer fic and less planned out. would take longer for me to get it out but would be worth it imo??