#luke hemmings playlist

[romantacysblog]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hands behind your back.”

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

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

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

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

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

He whimpered again—pathetic—and you smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His breath hitched. “Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

He was yours.

[she-fearless]

[honeyedlashton]

it’s the promises, we break em every time, and every consequence, we kiss between the lines, and do it all again…i guess i just feel better around you

[kaleidoscopeminds]

there's nothing that i won't do for my baby blue ♡

[playlistpollz]

my top albums of 2024

[5sosnobody1420]

I need a boy band super group made up of Luke Hemmings, Jordan Fisher, FINNEAS and Darren Criss.

Idk what they would be called or what they’d do exactly. But I don’t care. Even a collaborative single?? Award show performance? Full album? Full on new band? I don’t care just make it happen somebody please. Who do I need to talk to to make this happen? Plz

[aboutl0ve]

[captainrikerr5]

Luke Hemmings is the cover of the 'Fresh & Chill' playlist! You can listen to 'Benny' on the Spotify's playlist!

[soggyburgers]

luigi mangione having luke hemmings' solo music on his ONE spotify playlist is sending me like okayyyyyy

[romantacysblog]

Unspoken Desires Summary: When you're jolted awake in the middle of the night by your best friend and roommate Luke, you quickly realize his dream might be a little more vivid than either of you expected. As things get heated between you two, old feelings emerge, blurring the line between friendship and something much more intimate.

You were jolted awake by a soft moan, your eyes fluttering open in the dimly lit room. It took a moment for your sleep-fogged brain to register that the sound hadn't come from you. You turned your head to see Luke, your best friend and roommate, tossing and turning in his bed, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

Curiosity piqued, you propped yourself up on one elbow, your eyes adjusting to the darkness as you watched him. His sheets were tented, and you realized with a start that he was having a very vivid dream. You bit your lip, a mix of amusement and arousal coursing through you as you watched his hips jerk slightly, his cock throbbing beneath the thin fabric of his boxers.

You decided to have a little fun, leaning over to whisper, "Luke, are you okay?"

He let out another moan, his eyes still closed, his body writhing. "Fuck, yes," he breathed, his hand snaking beneath the sheets to grip his erection.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. "Oh, really? And what are you dreaming about?"

He didn't respond, his breaths growing more ragged, his hips bucking into his hand. You decided to take matters into your own hands, quite literally. You slipped out of your bed and padded over to his, climbing onto the mattress and straddling his thighs.

He let out a soft groan, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. "You're here," he murmured, a dreamy smile on his lips.

"You're having quite the dream, aren't you?" you teased, your hands resting on his chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath your palms.

He nodded, his hips jerking upwards, seeking friction. "Fuck, yes. I was dreaming about you."

You leaned down, your lips capturing his in a soft kiss. "Oh, really? And what were we doing in this dream of yours?"

He let out a low growl, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. "You were riding my cock, taking me deep, your tits bouncing in my face," he panted, his voice hoarse with desire.

You smiled, your body responding to his words, your pussy growing wet with anticipation. "Sounds hot. Maybe we should make it a reality."

He nodded eagerly, his hands already pulling at your sleep shirt, tugging it off over your head. You shimmied out of your panties, straddling him once more, your bare pussy pressing against his rock-hard cock, still confined by his boxers.

He let out a hiss, his head falling back onto the pillow. "Fuck, you feel good," he groaned.

You started to grind against him, using his cock to stimulate your clit, your body already on fire with need. He let out a series of curses, his hands gripping your hips, urging you on.

"Fuck, I want to feel you," he panted, his eyes locked on yours. "I want to feel that tight pussy milking my cock."

You bit your lip, a thrill of excitement coursing through you. You reached down, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them off in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking, bobbing against his stomach.

You positioned yourself above him, your eyes locked on his as you slowly impaled yourself on his length. He let out a low groan, his head falling back, his hands gripping your thighs.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he gasped, his voice strained. "So fucking perfect."

You started to move, your hips rolling in a steady rhythm, taking him deep, just as he had dreamed. You could feel every inch of him, his cock filling you completely, stretching you, hitting spots that made your toes curl.

"Luke," you moaned, your head falling back, your body moving of its own accord, chasing the pleasure that was building with each roll of your hips.

He let out a low growl, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Fuck, yes. Ride me. Use that tight pussy to milk my cock."

His words spurred you on, your body moving faster, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure in your core growing with each roll of your hips.

"Luke, I'm close," you panted, your body tensing, your nails digging into his chest.

He leaned up, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your clit. "Come for me," he murmured against your skin. "Let me feel that pussy come all over my cock."

And with a final, powerful roll of your hips, you came undone. Your body convulsed, your pussy clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. You could hear him groaning, his body tensing beneath you as he found his own release, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

You collapsed onto his chest, your body slick with sweat, your breath coming in ragged gasps. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his cock still twitching inside you, keeping you connected.

"Fuck, that was incredible," he panted, his voice muffled against your neck.

You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Yeah, it was. Maybe next time, you should just skip the dream and come straight to me."

He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Deal. But for now, let's just enjoy the aftermath."

You nodded, your body already drifting back to sleep, his cock still buried deep inside you, a reminder of the intensity of their encounter. As you drifted off, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, knowing that you had given your best friend a night to remember.

[she-fearless]

THE 5SOS SHOW

[stxr-spider]

I love my Spotify 💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶

[strawberryfanaticccc]

i get the vibe that ashton makes specialized playlists for people he cares about

[edge-oftheworld]

hey guys I just connected some dots and when I say to you that we owe every 5sos gf since 2011 so much better treatment that doesn’t even cover half of it. it’s one thing to empathise over the internet sure but when it’s a real person less than 2 degrees of separation from you it feels so much more like. this is a human who deserves to be adored and celebrated just as much as a man she’s associated with and it’s like. I know I can’t gift anyone else the experience of empathy in like being a local or whatever but when I tell you that this fandom has inadvertently done so much damage to not only women who happened to know the boys but also to their professional careers and music and things they choose to share with us (or stop sharing with us) please believe me and please join the conversation around the fact that yes we’ve done a really shitty job in the past. but we’re growing up and we can do better I believe that 100%

[playlistpollz]

my top songs throughout the years

(spotify wrapped 2017-2024)

[stranger-awakening]

spotify is allergic to being true to my listening habits and refuses to put all three hsm soundtracks on my wrapped