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seance · 1 year
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I HOPE THAT YOU WILL FIND YOUR WAY / I HOPE THERE WILL BE BETTER DAYS
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carnivalcarrion · 4 months
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I have mixed feelings about Wally possibly dying in Lights Out- cause like he's my absolute favorite, my baby!!!! ... but then i also think that him dying after watching over everyone as they slept is just *chefs kiss* He's finally getting rest!!! lmao
Also i wanna see Barnaby go apeshit hehe
oh i missed this ask! hm. this is funny
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lipringlrh · 2 years
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flash - lrh
summary: you try to take a picture of your boyfriend but forget the flash is on
an: feedback is appreciated. requests are open for anyone from 5sos :)
parings: luke hemmings x gender neutral!reader
word count: 546
warnings: none, just fluff & kissing:)
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you were sat in luke’s dressing room on the corner couch admiring your boyfriend as was adding the final touches to his hair and makeup.
He was wearing a lilac suit, the one you chose for the night. It was one of your favourites. You were somewhere in Europe, you hadn’t had the chance to explore yet - that would be tomorrow’s task. Tonight, you were focused on Luke and another one of the amazing shows he was about to perform.
He was messing with his hair in the mirror, curling it around his fingers. He was much too focused on getting it in the perfect position to notice you taking your phone out of your pocket and point it in his direction. He just looked too pretty to leave the moment without any proof of it.
You opened the camera app and clicked on the white photo button right as a blinding light came out the back of it causing your boyfriend to turn around to face you.
You brought your phone down and clicked on the photo you’d just taken, ignoring the blonde boy staring at you. It was a little blurry - it’d captured the moment as Luke began to turn around. For once you were grateful for live photos, playing through the photo you managed to get the photo you wanted - Luke looking pretty, staring towards himself in the mirror - and a frame at the very end you didn’t know you needed, Luke staring towards the general direction of the camera with a sort of head empty look on his face.
Luke had managed to wonder across the room with you being unaware of it, leading you to get a little fright from feeling of two hands on your waist. You looked up, once again becoming entranced in the blue eyes you were so in love with. “What was that for, baby?”
“What? Can I not take a photo of my beautiful boyfriend?” As you spoke, a faint red began to appear on Luke’s cheeks. He huffed, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, followed by a few more. You let a hand rest on his cheek as you tried to deepen the kiss. You felt an arm wrap around your waist pulling you almost impossibly closer.
You were both wrapped up in each other, trying to get as much of each other as possible. Too enamoured with each other to hear the first few sets of knocks on the door. The knocks were repeated with a shout, who you recognise as Ashton, to hurry up as it was time to get on stage.
Luke broke the kiss to shoot back a muffled “coming” before pressing three light pecks to your lips. “I’ll see you after?” he mumbled leaning in for another kiss.
“I’ll either be here or near the stage. I’ll find you.” He nodded, pressing one last kiss to your lips and mumbling a small, “bye baby.”
He walked out the room with a small wave as you shouted a last, “good luck!” You sat down with a smile before pulling out your phone to stare at the recent photo you took a few minutes prior, becoming more and more excited to watch Luke perform.
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feedback is welcome and appreciated. please send in any requests about any 5sos members :)
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kindahoping4forever · 9 months
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LukeHemmings: A weekend in Milan 🤍 Thank you for having me. Swipe for chest hair and olympic level athleticism 🫣
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orangeinecstasy · 5 months
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pretty boy ࿐ ࿔*:・゚luke hemmings
paring: luke hemmings x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
summary: in love with a professor, luke can't help but keep going back to her
a/n: hey everyone. i've gotten a few requests to do song fics, but i wanted to try it out before i wrote them. this one is based off of teeth! lmk what you guys think
cw: suggestive language and implications of a toxic relationship
wc: 611
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*reblogs, notes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!!
Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold. Can't look away, can't look away. Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah.
My body ached as I woke, the rustling of sheets and footsteps pulling me from my already restless sleep. I rolled over, hand reaching out for my lover just to be met with air.
I was now fully awake, sitting up in bed and flicking the lamp on the bedside table. She was as beautiful as ever, her hair messy, wearing one of my sweatshirts with the clothes from the night before tucked under her arm. “Hey Lu,” she smiled, hand running through my hair, giving my curls a gentle tug. “Go back to sleep,” she mumbled into my skin as she kissed my cheek. I hummed, leaning into her warm touch. 
“Stay a little longer.” arms threaded around her waist, pressing kisses to her neck. She ruffled my hair, slowly pulling away from my embrace. “I have to go. I” ’ll see you later,” she said, making her way to the door. 
“When?” 
Her hand lingered on the doorknob for a moment, looking over her shoulder at me. “Later, pretty boy,” and she was gone.
Call me in the morning to apologize. Every little lie gives me butterflies.
This is Luke Hemmings. Leave a message after the beep. 
Hey Luke, it’s me. I just wanted to say sorry for leaving so quickly last night. Why don’t you come over later? I’m not lecturing tonight, so come by mine at around 7.
The audio muffles, another voice heard faintly over the voicemail.
Just give me a second, I'm on the phone. Sorry about that. Um, yeah, always, my place, seven. I’ll see you there. Bye, pretty boy. 
Push me away, push me away. Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay, yeah
My heart always sped up when I was around her. It was almost a normality at this point. Standing at the door of her brownstone, hand over my chest as I tried to steady my breathing. God, I knew I should leave. I knew this was a bad idea. But here I was again. Standing in front of her door, waiting. 
I knocked on the door, heavy wood cold under my knuckles. It felt like fifteen minutes until she answered the door. The smell of vanilla and warmth wafted into the street. “Luke!” she hugged me, the soft fabric of the sweater under my hands. “Come in,” she dragged me into the house, hand tightly wrapped around mine. 
“Sit, I’ll get us a drink.”
I simply nodded, the vanilla smell intoxicating my mind as I sat down on the couch. 
She came back with two glasses of wine. It was sweet and fruity and deep, only added further to foolish actions. The leash she had wrapped around my neck only grew tighter and tighter. But I didn’t mind it. Choking only added to the fun. 
One glass of wine turned to another, then another, and then eventually the whole bottle until my lips were on hers. 
Warm. She was always so warm. With her legs wrapped around my waist and her breath on my neck as she begged me to go faster. My god, she’s wrapped around me. Engulfing me as I melt into her skin. 
Then the moment’s over. 
Her head is on my chest as she draws patterns on my skin. My hands threaded through her hair, stopping momentarily before clearing my throat. “I, um, I think I should go. I have to be at the studio early.” 
She looked up at me, eyes so deep and full of an emotion I couldn’t quite distinguish. “Don’t go, Lu,” her words pushed into my skin as she kissed up my neck. “Staying the night won’t hurt. Right, pretty boy?” 
I smiled; how could I not when she looked at me that way. “I guess not.”
And there I was, once again, wrapped around her finger. 
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an: i hope you guys liked my first song fic! i feel like this could potentially have a part two, so let me know what you think!
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quirkle2 · 2 years
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he can't sleep so he's choosing to look cool under moonlight instead
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sadistmichael · 1 year
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daze
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rating: mature
content: a nervous luke, sub!luke, pegging, anal sex, a dildo, anal fingering, an array of sex toys, implied masturbation, lube, a harness, and intense sexual situations. 
A/N: insight from the amazing @fucking5sos led to this little fic, which depicts first time pegging with luke. b sure to read the content warnings on this one. this made me fall in love with needy submissive luke all over again. enjoy. <3
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“I—I didn’t…mean it.”
Luke stuttered out his phrase after he said it. His eyes settled somewhere between the wall and the floor, shifting in different directions as he moved away from you. Still sweaty from sex, you followed Luke to his side of the bed.
He said something that you didn’t hear.
“Can you say that again?”
Your fingers drifted over his back in support, angling slightly upwards towards his shoulder. He got like that when he was either embarrassed or frustrated—trying to hide his true feelings. Luke sighed before facing you, blue eyes in a haze.
“I said…I want you to peg me.”
Your eyes widened and settled in the same moment, causing you to pause before responding. Considering how much you thought about trying new things with Luke, you rarely said anything about it. He seemed to have a nervous sexual energy—unsure of himself despite the hundreds of times he had been under you.
“I could do that.”
You answered him, sitting up in his white sheets. The more you thought about it—it made more sense. Luke’s interest in bondage and denial, the way he wanted to stop as he got to the edge of his orgasm.
Even his interest in finishing while you were on top of him seemed to echo his submission. You loved the idea of him being naked and desperate, anxious for you to try something new.
You needed it.
Luke’s face perked up at the swell of your interest in the idea. He held your hand in anticipation, rubbing his fingers into yours.
“Do you want to try tomorrow?”
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Luke waited for you on the edge of the bed.
Everything had been laid out hours before. Harness, toys, lube. He had a set of everything that you needed—including butt plugs.
Earlier that day, He admitted that he had been getting himself off with his fingers while he masturbated, usually running a finger around his hole for extra stimulation. Luke said he fingered himself a few times too, trying to grasp the concept on his own. You were aroused while he explained this to you—Luke blushing a few times in-between. He laid himself bare. Opened his world to you, simply because he wanted you to be a part of it.
A molten heat spread throughout your body as you fiddled with the harness for the first time. It had many adjustable elements. You tried to slide it on and it barely went past your knees, stopped by plastic hoops.
“Let me help you.”
Luke stood up after hearing two of your frustrated huffs, leaning over to help. His hands were shaking as he tried to lay the black straps flat on your skin—pulling down the fabric and readjusting it before guiding it up your hips.
You had never seen him this nervous.
He got back on the bed, leaning over with a swinging, hard erection between his legs. You loved watching him twitch, dripping pre-cum on the comforter as he waited for you. His tip grazing the bed was enough stimulation for him to clumsily move his length back and forth. He inhaled through his teeth when you put your hands on his backside—inspecting what was about to be yours.
Luke’s breath was uneven after you touched him. He was erratic, angling himself towards you while shaking. You walked around to the edge of the bed to observe how clammy he looked—his face sweaty and red.
“Come here.”
You sat down and held out your arms to him, trying to calm him down before doing anything else. Luke sheepishly moved to where you were on the bed, pushing his face into your chest. You kissed the top of his head, enveloped in his citrus scented shampoo. He angled his head up to meet your lips before pulling away.
“I want you.”
He sighed into your hand, moving it to his upper torso. Luke was driven wild by any touch from you—bucking his hips into the mattress. You were turned on by how badly he wanted you, inspired to assert your authority.
“Turn over.”
Luke did what he was told immediately, his shaft springing into place as he settled his head in the middle of a pillow. You sat to the side of him on your knees, trying to look menacing as you spoke.
“You want to be a good boy for me, right?”
Luke whimpered as he watched you pick a toy to attach on your harness.
“Yes.”
You smiled, fastening a pink, girthy dildo into place.
“Get on all fours.”
Luke’s shaft was noticeably leaking, dripping on his comforter as he did what you asked.
He turned around to face you, using his hands to bring himself close to your body. His eyes were full of nothing but love and adoration. His lips found the skin of your torso, kissing a trail from your chest to your harness, longingly spending more time in some spots than others. Luke whispered sweet phrases into your skin—distracting you from the task at hand.
“Lu—“
You almost stopped him before he lined up his mouth with the toy you were wearing. He let the dildo sink into his mouth before pulling off, blinking up at you with wide eyes. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, Luke sporting wet lips, looking even more fuckable.
“Turn around.”
You didn’t want to show how much his actions affected you. You wanted to feel him inside of you, on you, get his come anywhere that you could get it.
And yet, you were driven to fuck him first.
A primal desire for Luke stepped in as you grabbed the bottle of lube on the end of the bed. The substance was cool and surprisingly tacky, coating your hand as you rubbed the substance on the surface of the toy. Your gaze went to Luke. He quickly shifted his head forward when he realized you were watching him—keeping himself steady as he tried to be patient. You settled your hand on to Luke’s backside, nearly whispering your question.
“Can you show me what you do when you’re alone?”
Luke almost moaned when he took a breath. You could have prepped him alone, but it seemed more fun to watch him. He fiddled with the bottle of lube and grazed his finger gently around his hole—clenching as he tried to push one of his fingers inside. You saw him settle a finger inside himself after he leaned back on the bed, his other hand fixed around his shaft.
Something changed in that moment.
A level of desperation made itself known as Luke cried out—settling on one finger as he moved his hips forward. He jerked himself off as he worked, trying to maintain a momentum as you moved towards him. Luke’s eyes fell open slowly. Tears were in the corners of his eyes as you kissed him on the lips.
He tasted like lust and sweat.
You watched Luke fingers disappear into his hole until you couldn’t take any more, feeling your own arousal ache between your legs. You tan a hand through his hair to silently bring his attention to you.
“Stop.”
He pulled his hand away when you settled yourself over him, barely waiting before asking a question.
“Do you want to watch me fuck you?”
Saying it felt good, more than you thought.
Luke shifted in place as he eyed you and then the toy, licking his lips before answering.
“I wanna watch.”
He was flushed—his lower half a glistening mess. He had gotten precum and lube on himself and everything else. It was hot in a way, marking the territory of your play. You took Luke’s answer and ran with it, motioning for him to open his legs as you stroked your toy—lightly pulling on the harness.
“Open up for me, baby.”
Luke squirmed as he moved in anticipation, watching you line yourself up with his hole. He looked down with wide eyes when you pushed into him. He moaned your name as he pushed his head back. You encouraged him to get louder as you grazed your fingers over his red, engorged shaft.
“Please fuck me.”
He said it in a cry of pleasure, sliding himself down on your toy in a frenzy. You started to move in and out of him at a slow pace, gripping his hip with your left hand as your right stroked him. Luke was a bundle of swearing and heavy breathing, occasionally clenching around the toy as he held your forearms.
“Oh—shit—Fuck.”
You knew Luke usually interrupted himself when he was close to orgasm. He had his brows knit together in concentration, misted with sweat. The way his shaft tensed showed you that he was about to come—hard. You tried to focus on thrusting but he was needily rocking himself up and down on the toy, biting his lip so hard you wondered if he split it.
You felt your own arousal settle at the bottom of your stomach, watching Luke buck into your hand with three powerful strokes. He whimpered when you thrusted in time with his body, moving your hands to his torso to anchor the toy inside of him. Luke pushed his head back in a euphoric daze, letting out a deep moan when he pushed himself all the way down—holding on to the straps of your harness as he came.
“Jesus.”
He looked down at the white pool on his stomach as it ran, trying to keep it contained as you slowly pulled the toy out of him. You were in awe of Luke completely fucked out—his hair wild and his eyes glassy—looking at you with  near devotion.
“Can we do that again?”
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plushyluke · 10 months
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OMG LUKE 🍑
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echojedis · 10 months
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How do people do OCs, I can never get them to click properly
#i think i’m holding back too much the idea is there in my head#but when i’m drawing i’m conscious that i might want to share this stuff at some point so the whole time i’m thinking#about making a good design and i don’t want to give them anything vaguely similar to anyone else’s oc because i don’t want to step on toes#so they end up barely a visage of what i want to be creating#idkkk#the idea i have in my head is an oc who’s a horse girl LMAO their companion is a fathier who they have a very strong inseparable bond with#i am a lifelong horse person and i grew up reading pony club secrets and watching stuff like flicka so i feel like i can bring#something personal to that concept#but i don’t want them to be a mando. i don’t know much about mando culture and i cba to learn so that was the one i did not want hem to be#and yet. i can only imagine them with mandalorian armour#they’re the same species as dryden vos. there’s next to no lore on his species and they’re non human in a way that’s easy to draw#so i can just make stuff up and not be constrained by canon#them being near human is also relevant to their story. they spent a lot of time around humans and they’re close enough to human to get by#but not human enough that there’s something off. they don’t quite fit in and they always felt on the outside looking in#hence why they prefer the company of animals#maybe i’ll have them formerly working in fathier racing but that might be too projecty#this is so rambly i apologise i’ve been very talkative on here recently#ohh this is very off the cuff but maybe they’re the child of loyal mandalorians but never really subscribed to it themselves#having spent a lot of time around fathiers also meant they spent less time around mandalorians. so despite technically being mando#and wearing the armour they don’t really identify very strongly as a mandalorian
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theburningbookshop · 2 years
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The entire movie was made just for this pun
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jerek · 3 months
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Oh you know what I'm about to do
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Imagine cuddling/hugging him when he’s looking like THAT
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benevolenterrancy · 2 years
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R, what have you done this time?
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@pilferingapples​ i’m stealing your tags because yeah that sounds about right
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ectoplasmer · 4 months
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hyping myself up by thinking of ryou praising me every time i finish a contract in phasmo
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dealinquent · 2 years
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I don't how to act.
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rainbluealoekitten · 7 months
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i fuckimjg. want ot kiss him so bad like right now
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