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HOUSE WARMING

PAIRING ♡ LUKE HEMMINGS X FEMALE READER

DESCRIPTION ♡ a new house bought with your long term boyfriend luke takes to a much needed house warming ritual (2.3k)

WARNINGS ♡ smut (mdni) | multiple orgasms | rough sex | unprotected p in v | dirty talk | breath play | praise kink | breeding kink | bondage.

NAT BABBLES ♡ this is very much inspired by a chapter in a wattpad fanfic that changed my life at age fourteen. ardor and adore, i will always miss you🙂‍↕️

the gasp that left your lips was breathless, a whisper of air leaving your lungs as your widened eyes staring up at the beautiful california home in front of you. it wasn’t too big, something you talked to luke about not wanting. it was the perfect mix of lavish and reliable.

“oh, luke,” you breathed, palm going to cover your mouth as you took in the beautiful exterior of the home your boyfriend had chosen for the two of you. “it’s beautiful.”

smugness and warmth radiated off of luke like a second skin. he was secretly gloating that he found a house you loved so much, but he was also so enamoured by your presence and awe, that he found himself staring at you instead of the home.

“yeah,” he whispered, not wanting to break the atmosphere you two created. “very beautiful, darling.”

as a breathtaking smile overtook your face, luke found himself smiling even harder, watching as you bounced in your seat like an excited puppy. “can we go inside?!”

“of course. its our home after all.” luke grinned, pressing a soft and quick kiss to your cheek before you both got out of his car. the walk towards the front door was spent with you awing over the flowers decorating the front and the way the wrap around porch was a perfect spot for these two cute rocking chairs you found at the thrift store.

walking up the porch, you found yourself gripping onto luke’s arm, hands clutching his bicep as he grinned down at your wide eyed look. when he made it up to the front door, keys dangling in his fingers, he smirked as he passed them over to you, watching as your eyes crinkled in confusion.

“you should do the honours,” he said to your confused face, hands clasped in yours so he could place the metal key in your palms. “open up the new chapter of our lives for us.”

the smile stretching across your lips hurt your cheeks, making luke smile even brighter back at you. placing a delicate kiss on his knuckles, you grasped the keys from his palms and walked towards the door, giggling as you unlocked the new memories you’d be making with your boyfriend.

as the door swung inward, you found your jaw dropping, a louder gasp then the one you let out driving up to the home leaving your mouth as you took in the open floor plan. “oh my god!” you squealed, looking around at the empty space.

to your left, there was a beautiful dining room that you knew would home most of luke’s awards, guitars, and the grand piano you both loved so dearly.

the stairs to the upper level were on the same left side, with the kitchen and living room just down the hall; the kitchen on the left and the living room on the right. grand ceilings and big windows adorned the home, and it was something so beautiful you didn’t want to close your eyes.

your feet moved down the hallway away from the front door, past the grand staircase and towards the beautiful french doors to the backyard. though the grand kitchen that was possibly the size of your apartment now caught your eye, and you couldn’t help but screech to a halt.

“luke! look at this kitchen!” you screamed, thinking he was far behind you by the stairs. though when you turned, a gasp lodged in your throat as you came face to face with his ocean blue eyes.

taking a step back in surprise, you found your back hitting the large island, hands grasping at the marble behind you. luke just grinned, crowding your space again and placing his hands on top of yours.

“you scared of me, sweetheart?” his smirk turned knowing, one of his hands leaving your own and trailing down to your waist. “or is it something else that’s got you all jumpy?”

the man knew what he was doing, and the heavy pants leaving your lips weren’t helping. with a lone squeeze on your hip, luke’s fingers danced across your stomach, the fabric of your shirt lifting up as a chill moved across your skin; luke’s fingertips moving slowly across your lower belly.

“let’s bet on something,” luke whispered, a sultry breath brushing the shell of your ear. “if you’re as soaked as i think you are, then i’m going to fuck you in as many rooms in the house as possible. y’know, as a house christening if you will.” his smirk was insufferably hot, and you found yourself not being able to catch his eye.

all of a sudden, your head was jerked upward, away from the view of luke’s hand descending towards the waistband of your jeans. his other hand was gripping your jaw harshly, fingers digging into your skin in the most delicious of ways.

“don’t look away from me, darling,” he gritted through his teeth, fingers skillfully unbuttoning your jeans. “because if i find that you’re as turned on as i am, i’m going to need to see that pretty look in your eyes.”

“you said this is a bet.” words somehow managed to escape your breathless lungs, and as luke’s fingers toyed with the bow on your panties, you found it harder to breath. “so what happens if i’m not as wet as you believe me to be?”

luke’s grin became blinding, the cockiness oozing from his tall stature. “oh, baby,” he whispered hazily. “i know my girl, and i know she’s fucking wet.” with that, he dipped his middle and index finger by your entrance, rubbing easy circles around the hole with your arousal.

the moan that left your lips bounced off the empty kitchen, and you found yourself gripping the marble in such a death grip you feared a chunk would fall off.

“fuck!” you breathed, feeling as luke’s two fingers teased your entrance in sultry circles. your jaw was still in his grasp, and you could feel him tilting your head back, lips descending towards your jaw so he could place scruffy kisses against the hollow of your throat.

his fingers never entered you, and you felt like your whole world was going to crumble. needing a release desperately, you panted heavily like you hadn’t drank water for ages. “more, luke. i need more.”

“you want more?” his words hit the area where your shoulder and neck met, biting a hickey into your skin before his mouth moved back to hover over your lips. “turn around, and make sure that pretty ass is high up for me.”

it was like you were moving on autopilot, not even noticing luke’s hand moving out of your pants as you flipped around and bent over the island. the marble was cold against your cheeks, but the heating feeling of luke pulling down your jeans and underwear was melting enough.

helping you flick the material across the floor, luke gripped at your ass with one hand as his other busied taking off his belt. it wasn’t until he roughly grabbed your arms and placed them behind your back that you came back to reality.

“what — luke, what are you doing?” the feeling of leather binding around your wrists made you still, and the feeling of your arousal dripping down your legs at the feeling was making you squirm.

a tug at the belt looped around your bound wrists made your spine arch up, head and neck tilted in the air as luke’s other hand grazed your jaw. “you once told me you’ve always wanted to be tied up. now’s your lucky chance, darling.”

you couldn’t believe he remembered that, and you would’ve brought it up if it wasn’t for him roughly thrusting his member inside of your tight walls.

when he took his pants and underwear off, you wouldn’t know. but the feeling of him filling you whole rendered you speechless. a loud mewl left your lips, and the momentum of his hips pushing against yours had your lower half smacking against the counter in a deliciously hard way.

one of his hands stayed firmly around your bound wrists, holding your lower stomach down against the marble counter. his other danced across your jaw, fingers firmly gripping your throat in a way that had air sticking to your lungs. it was so erotic, and the breathless pants that left your lips just turned both you and luke on more.

“that’s it,” he coaxed, his curly hair tickling your shoulder. “take me like a good girl. i know you want to come.”

his grip on your throat tightened, making your walls clench around him harder. you were so aroused, and you felt the starting tidal waves of your climax coming at full force.

luke’s thrusts never seized, his hips pushing forward against yours in a hurry. he wasn’t in no means rushing, he just knew that you liked it fast and hard.

with a whisper of “baby” against the shell of your ear, you let out a strangled scream as your orgasm came crashing down on you. luke’s thrusts started to slow, the slap of his hips against yours slowing as your arousal careened down your thighs.

“good girl,” he whispered, fingers loosening on your throat so he could push the sweaty hair off your forehead. “ride it out for me, darling. let me make you feel good.”

luke’s words and the feeling of his still hard dick resting inside of your clenching walls made you breathe out moans, hands aimlessly reaching for his as he undid the belt around your wrists.

spinning you around, a whimper left your lips as luke pulled out of you, your hands clutching onto his broad shoulders for some semblance of skin contact. luke knew you too well though, and he gripped the back of your thighs, lifting you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist.

“i’m right here, baby,” his whisper was romantic, a melancholic note in a swaying song. “i’m not leaving you. and we are far from done.”

you jostled against his tall body as luke started walking away from the kitchen, his strider steering towards the empty expanse of the living room. as he made it to the middle of the large room, high vaulted ceilings towering over the both of you, luke’s lips crashed onto your’s, his mouth fervently moving against your own.

he craved you like you craved him, and as you both stood there, naked from the bottom down, you found yourself desperately needing more of him.

“i want to ride you.” the request came out breathless, your hips grinding against his as the kiss grew more passionate. nipping at his bottom lip, you stared into luke’s baby blues with as much passion as you felt for him in your bones.

luke didn’t think twice. in a second flat, you two were on the ground; luke flat on his back while you straddled his waist. both of your shirts went flying, and luke had taken off your bra before you could even blink. facing the big floor to ceiling windows, you could see the beautiful expanse of your backyard — rolling hills and greenery so beautiful it looked like a secret garden.

“i see that look in your eyes.” luke whispered, hands exploring your waist. in one swift movement, he lifted you up, waiting as you softly grabbed his dick and lined it with your entrance. in a second, he had dropped you down on his member, both of your pelvises meeting and clashing together.

“what look?” you moaned, hips starting to softly circulate above him.

luke just smiled, one hand on your waist as the other squeezed one of your ass cheeks. “the look you get when you’re thinking of the future.” his words made a moan rip through your parted lips, head tilted back as you started to ride him faster.

but luke wasn’t done. “i want that future with you, baby. i want to stuff you so full of my come it’ll be leaking out of you for hours. i want to see you round and pregnant, carrying my child. and i want to kiss your belly every night, knowing i’m the one who’s baby you’re carrying.”

his words sent you into a spiral, your hands braced on his shoulders as you continued to ride him at a fast pace. you were picturing his words, picturing all the times he’d fuck you, stuffing you so full with his cock that none of his seed would fall out of you.

luke wanting a family with you, wanting to start that new chapter alongside you made your walls clench, and your nails dig deeper into the skin on his shoulders.

“c’mon, baby, i know you’ve got it in you.” luke’s praise was unlike any other, and the grip he had on your waist was enough pressure to make you see stars. “grip me nice and good, make me fill this pretty cunt until its full.”

at that, you came with a scream, your arousal washing over you harder than your last orgasm. luke wasn’t far behind, and you could feel him coming inside of you even without the groan the left his lips.

the both of you stayed still, breathless beyond words. you found your hips slowly grinding against luke’s as his hands explored your skin, kneading and tracing shapes on the skin of your stomach.

it wasn’t long before he was sitting up, face going between the valley of your breasts, leaving kisses and love bites that you’d stare at later. with a smile in your voice, you said something that made luke grin.

“i want to see the upstairs.”

the next while was spent in a blur. all you remember is that luke fucked you on the stairs, against the wall in the guest bedroom, on the floor of your own bedroom, and even in your master bathroom; both against the sink as luke stared at you through the mirror, and in the shower with you pressed against the tile.

you complained that there was no towels to dry you both off, but luke just smirked as he started lapping the water droplets off of your skin.

with his tongue.

everything was perfect, and you couldn’t wait to start a family in this house, with luke by your side.

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Jealousy, jealousy

title inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s track on Sour

.✦ || Boyfriend!Ash x Reader

.✦ || This is your first time being a stagehand at your boyfriend and his band’s show. Even though you couldn’t watch him perform, a particular interaction between him and a female fan piqued your interest. You couldn’t help but look, ought to see what’s happening. Instead, jealousy gets the better of you once you see what’s really going on, your mood permanently shifted. At least, that’s what it felt like.

A/N: first half is highly based on that one interaction that happened in the 5SOS diaries. forever jealous of that girl lol. anyway, i hope you like what i’ve brought out for you for my first post ever. kinda always wanted a tumblr account to post every idea or blurb i get, but ya girl can be very very lazy sometimes.

inspired to write smut ever since i had wattpad. saying this loud and proud. loved duplicity, stall and malignant so there’s that random fact (turn it up for all the other harries/directioners reading this)

i don’t write that much so i’m still trying to improve wherever i need to. ps. english isn’t my first language, so if you do spot grammer/vocab mistakes, it’s not on me sista, still learning:3 sooo i guess i’ll just finish it off by saying this; sit back, relax and enjoy :^)

CONTENT WARNING: fluff & smut, praise kink, oral (m!receiving), spitting, sliiiight dirty talking

WORD COUNT: 5,2k

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As much as you hate your boyfriend in this moment— he wriggled his way to here. His hands all over your frame, reaching to every spot he can find, almost as if his hands have a mind of their own.

His kisses grow more impatient, needy and full of want. Drawing gentle circles against the small strip of bare skin on your back, making you both break the kiss apart with a small gasp.

You weren’t sure of your emotions. Did you want to continue and make him have his way with you? Or did you want to push him away and strangle the living hell out of him?

A faint whimper escapes your lips in between the kiss, his hand traveling down to the heat between your clothed legs. That feeling alone begs to differ. As much as you don’t want to admit to it. You still have that small abhor, but also intense jealousy from what happened prior to all of this.

He breaks the kiss apart, his eyes finding yours. The hazelly green forest almost dispersed into his black pupils, blown out and primed. Fuck… you think to yourself. He looks so provocatively striking, like an erotic sex-god, which is enough to drive you wild— both in a good and a bad way.

“Let me make it up to you, amore mio.” He prompts, his hands finding your waist again to pull you in closer, showing you how induced he is, the want and need inside of him written all over his face.

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This day has been…chaotic, booked, a haywire of physical and mental exertion that drove you into madness. Almost. You only had a 20 minute break before going back to work, crew following along, five different people guffing into your earpiece that just rubs you the wrong way. Being irritated isn’t even slightly nearing to what you’re actually feeling.

Finally, you walked inside the venue, a moment of calm before the storm. Happy you can let your guard down for another minute or two. You take a deep breath, moving scenery and props along with two other crew members, joining in after your one true moment of silence.

Being a stagehand at a show of your own boyfriend is uncommon, just something you’re not really used to. You’re not sure if you’re able to keep your cool seeing Ashton on stage, beating those drums expertisely, face etched into pure concentration. You always found it to be a work of art, to see your boyfriend practicing at home or somewhere that isn’t on a stage.

But hey, you bite the bullet once it’s showtime, having to face away from the stage, meanwhile he’ll be there to steal the show.

The crew had cued that the band arrived several moments later, and as much as you want to run away to find him, you’re still stuck planning, discussing and arranging tonight’s act.

Hours have passed on and exhaustion seemed to get the better of you. The small gig now filled with a couple of thousands of fangirls, boys, moms, dads, you name it. Two thousand to be exact. You’re not sure if it makes you intrigued, or uncomfortable. Either way, you find yourself lucky you’re not in that crammed crowd.

Playing more intimate, smaller shows was out of the ordinary for the band, something they wouldn’t have done a year ago or two.

The show has started not long after, and your back is facing the stage, eyes on all of these screaming fangirls for their idols in front of them, hands in the air, phones recording, but mainly their loud screams that’s luckily muffled by your in-ears. All you could do is focus on the beat of the drums, imagining his every movement of prowess, how trickles of sweat is already forming on his forehead.

You don’t have it in you not to look, so you do. Just the smallest of sneak-peak. Though, his eyes immediately found yours, like all of his focus was on the back of your head this whole time. Your heart starts to pound faster against your chest, turning your head back to the crowd ahead. Just keep your cool… keep your cool— You have to remind yourself every minute. Or rather every second.

You’re glued to the spot, making sure everyone’s safe and sound. However, there’s a small interaction going on between a fan and… Ashton. His voice being heard through the microphone gives you some sort of solace, your focal point on every pronunciation and syllable on the words that falls from his lips.

This particular interaction is focused on the fan’s cardboard sign, stipulating that it’s her twenty first birthday and now legal to drink, suggesting Ashton a shot. They expeditiously agree and brought the stunned girl up stage. Your eyes followed hers, turning around to look at the stage ahead. You didn’t have the heart in you to dismiss this and act like nothing’s going on.

Ashton’s change of demeanour, presence next to this fan, and just the overall vibes he’s got going on throws you right off the wall. It’s like he’s throwing her a curveball of coy behaviour, something that doesn’t sit right with you. It’s either that or you’re overthinking it. But then again, you might not be, especially having your eyes glued on him right now, watching him unfold into someone he’s not.

You hate it. You hated every second of it, watching the scene ahead. She gets to be the one giving your sweaty boyfriend a hug, a prolonged hug. Sharing a shot, looking into his eyes- him looking into her eyes. It’s like hot steams are blowing out of your ears by how much you hate seeing this with your own eyes. If it were possible, you’d throw Ashton’s drum kit right to his head out of spite and anger. You can’t believe him.

You’re definitely not overthinking, since you’ve picked up on him being ‘the man of the show’. Trying to seem more charming and appealing, in all the wrong ways. You know he loves getting this type of attention, boosts his ego in the wrong way and you’d love to just kick him right in the nuts.

Once the show’s over, you’re finally in your own privacy, changing your uniform to your day to day outerwear. A knock is heard on the door, catching you out of your hazy thoughts, while also feeling jealous and incensed. You open the door and you’re immediately knocked down with a feather.

“What are you doing here?” you utter, laced in a grim tone, not expecting to see his cheery face. Ashton stands in front of you, eyebrows raised by your surprising outburst.

“Checking in on my girlfriend. What else would I be doing?” He responds nonchalantly, entering the small room without needing to ask for permission. Of course he wouldn’t.

He runs a hand through his damp curls, looking around the room before looking back to you. It’s like he struggles to read you and why you’re not responding to him, why you’re facing away from him. “Hey…” He starts off, walking up to you and placing his hands on your waist, making you turn around to face him.

You push his hands off your body almost immediately, his eyes on stalks. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he counters, his eyes searching yours.

The more he acts this oblivious, the more you want to give into the idea of kicking him in the nuts and walking out of this room. You decide to just tell him before he’s going for the the well known question ‘are you on your period?’.

“The fuck was that up stage?” you angrily mutter, crossing your arms over your chest.

He seems confused, which is one more reason to be angry at him. How can he be so painfully heedless? You desperately need to just knock some sense into that thick skull of his.

“What?” he raises his arms in an ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ motion.

“Oh, so now you’ve got memory loss? Great.” you roll your eyes, facing the other way instead of him. Again. How can a human being manage to piss you off this much? It’s inane.

“Amore… tell me.” He waits for you to say something, anything at all, but all you do is stand there and glare, causing him to take a step closer to you. “Was it the girl who I did a shot with?”

Bingo.

You can’t help but roll your eyes again, as if it wasn’t that obvious why you’d be mad at him about that in the first place.

“Oh come on… Nothing happened, alright? Just did her a favour and probably made her whole night.”

“Yeah, right.” You bite back immediately, not buying any of the bullshit he’s spitting. You can’t even look him in the eyes. You’re deranged in anger, but also so confused and hurt. He’d never gone this close to a girl before in all the months you’ve been dating, so he surely needs to understand why you’re acting the way you are.

“Why are you making a big deal out of this?” he murmurs, managing to boil your blood to the point you could burn anything you touch into ashes.

“Are you kidding me, Ash?” you poss in vexation, glaring through his soul. Words can’t express how tense you’re getting and how much you want to wipe that foolish smirk off his face.

“Babe, you can’t be serious, can you?” He sneers, his eyes giving you a once over. You only let out a frustrated sigh, turning your back to him a third time.

You don’t know what he deserves more, a sucker punch right to his jaw or the infamous silent treatment. Maybe both could give him a well-earned reality check.

“Are you seriously mad about some measly fucking interaction? Really, Y/N?” he huffs, seeming more annoyed than amused this time. Which makes you, on the other hand, infuriated by even more rage.

The way he acts so unbothered is insufferable. You turn on your heel, facing him, an angry etched expression on your face he certainly can’t dismiss now. “You were flirting with her, you ass! Right in front of me!” You bark back, sick of his apathetic state. Just utterly sick of him.

“I wasn’t, Y/N! Why would you even think that?” he retorts, his obliviousness turning into annoyance, his arms now crossed over his chest as well.

You don’t respond, only letting out a spiteful scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I really don’t see what’s wrong here. You have no reason to be mad at me. None.” he mutters, which is just the cherry on the cake, isn’t it? You let out another angry huff before turning on your heel and leaving him in the room, despite it being yours.

However, you’re not as quick as you thought you were as he catches your wrist, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t run away from me, baby. None of that bullshit. Talk it out with me, curse me out, just don’t ever shut me out, okay?” he calmly explains, his eyes trained on yours with his eyebrows creased together in concentration on you. Only you. You take a deep breath, flicking your eyes in between his.

“Why were you flirting with that girl?” you ask after a long pause, your eyes focusing on that one curl that fell on his forehead.

“I wasn’t.” He responds, and it just made you feel even more obscured from this ridiculous situation that brought tension between you two.

You’re starting to think you might be overdoing it. Might be a bit of the jealous kind and just making this ought to paint you to be dramatic.

“Is that all you have to say?” you mask getting offended by his short, incoherent reply, just by answering repulsively back.

“What more can I say then? You’re making a mountain out of a molehill here.” He crosses his arms again, and it just messes with your head on what type of emotions and feelings are coursing through him. What his thought process is, ‘cause he’s doing everything he can to dismiss the issue. Dismissing your feelings that are as valid as can be. At least that’s what you wanna think.

“Never mind.” You pull away from his grip, sitting down at the nearest couch. You’re done trying to argue to a wall, because that’s the position you feel like you’re in, feeling trapped in a loophole if he continues to act this clueless.

He looks over at you, no remorse whatsoever, and that somehow rises more anger out of you, though you make sure you keep your poker-face. There’s no point anymore if he won’t try to understand you.

“Are ya really just gonna sit there and stare?” he asks. But after a long pause, he just knows there’s not going to be a reply.

“Silent treatment won’t solve anything, love.” he adds, looking at you across the room, his eyebrows furrowed as he runs his hand through his hair again.

“Y/N…Just quit it already, will ya?” he grows more annoyed and impatient by your attitude. However, nothing will make you utter out a word again. Not when he at least attempts to apologise.

“Fuck’s sake, Y/N… I don’t have time for this. I’m sorry, alright? I wasn’t flirting with the girl- would never do that.”

You think to yourself you might have overexaggerated on wanting an attempted apology, cause it just pisses you off even more.

“Talk to me…” he prompts, taking a few steps closer to you.

You don’t respond, and he takes it as some sort of indication to stride closer. He takes your hands in his, pulling you up to your feet and cupping your jaw, making sure you look him in the eyes. “Please?”

You hate him. You hate him so much you’re becoming a tough nut to crack, and he’s fully aware of that. He knows how stubborn and jealous you can get over the smallest things. Still, you don’t know where his mind is.

He pulls you in for a kiss, connecting his lips with yours, catching you by surprise. His hands are trailing down your body and reposing on your waist, pulling you closer than before.

If this is how he ventures his way out to say sorry to you, when you can’t take it as a simple word, you’re not…entirely against it.

You stare profoundly into his eyes after he breaks the kiss, his eyes searching yours—But your feelings are very conflicting. You so want to give in, but you’re still mad. And you still hate him. Well, you’re trying to make yourself hate him.

It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve uttered out a word, but that’s none of your concern as you pull him in for another heated kiss, your hand finding its way through his tousled hair, earning a soft groan on his end. His tongue slips out and swipes at your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth as you oblige immediately.

He has you fully wrapped around your finger. You can’t even be mad at him anymore, even if it’s play pretend.

His hands are on your waist, but it didn’t take long before one hand slips between your legs, making you instantly weak in the knees.

“Let me make it up to you, amore mio.” replays in your mind over and over when you brought him in for another desperate kiss, pouring out all of your feelings and love for him. The way he said it, the desperation in his voice and his dilated eyes— you can never say no to that. You need him.

You’re a hot mess, letting out huffs of pleasure as he continues to palm you through your jeans, like an attempt to hear you, even if it’s not through articulated words.

He pulls away from your lips, traveling his heated series of kisses down to your pulse-point, eliciting another hot whimper out of you. You’re dazed and all you want is more. More of him. Just more.

He hoists you up, your legs immediately clinging around his hips as he leads you towards the small couch, laying you down and hovering his body over yours.

He’s such a sight for sore eyes, carrying the grace of dawn and the mystery of dusk. Your eyes wandering over every feature of his face, just taking him in. He bites back a smile, his eyes lingering on your chest, then back to your eyes. “Want me to make you feel good, yeah?” his voice is ragged with desire, low and husky that has such a toll on you.

He goes back in for a fervent kiss before you could even respond, pouring out all of his love for you that makes you forget the anger you once had a thousand times more. Your hands wander over his shoulders, all the way down to his hips, pulling him in closer, trapping him in between your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lets out a low grunt in between the kiss, his hips grinding against your heat, drawing out another small sound out of you. His hands that has a mind of its own fondling your breasts through the thin material of your shirt, like he couldn’t get enough of you and he physically needs more. You want more of him too, totally entranced by him, the heat of desire pooling in between your legs with an intensified want to have him in ways that’s unrefined. He moves towards the crook of your neck again, marking you up as his.

You’re already impatient as is, your uncoordinated fingers fumbling with his belt, like you can’t stand seeing him in clothes for another wasted second. He lets you, still immersed in marking your neck up, making sure there are angry marks left behind.

Once you’ve found the zipper of his tight jeans, you tug the material down, his hands coming in rescue and helping himself out of his jeans. In an instant, he pulls at the hem of your shirt, dragging the material over your head and throwing it somewhere in the room. Your eyes have wandered off to the door behind him and suddenly you’re too aware that someone could walk in easily.

“Babe… this room has no lock.” you mention, evoking a small smirk on his face. “Don’t you think it’s more fun that way? No one’s gonna come in.” He teases, eyes shamelessly staring at your bra, like he’s trying to smog up the power to disappear things with his mind.

“But-“ he’s quick to pipe you down by a kiss on the lips. “No ‘but’s’, you’re safe with me, amore.”

You pull him back in, sick of prolonging this any longer and seriously needing a good fuck if he’s gonna make it worth the while. If this is his way to at least attempt to apologise, then he better makes it good. Not that he has ever disappointed you in that division.

He hovers over you again, faces inches from yours, his hand snaking under your back to unclasp your bra in what feels like a nanosecond. He pulls the material off your body like it’s some sort of pest- like he’s been wanting it off since the moment he had laid eyes on you. He nips and sucks at your skin, hands exploring every inch of you. He licks a stripe right above your boobs, staring up at you with a well-known grin, eager to have his way with you.

He swipes his tongue over your sensitive nipple, lapping you up and then latching you in between his lips, paying great attention to you with his mouth, suckling and nibbling on your flesh. His other hand wanders to your untended breast, his fingers playing with the other nipple. You let out a soft whimper, already captivated by his fervent skills, your fingers threading through his soft curls.

Your eyes catches his, a sultry grin appearing on his face that has you overdriven with more arousal, more desire for him.

He moves to your other nipple, giving it the same, equal attention, drawing even more sounds and pants out of you.

All you really want is for him to hurry up. Your mind can’t get off of that damned door that has no lock on it, and he’s about to undress you intimately, which has made you apprehensive. He quickly catches on by your stiff demeanour and he lowers himself down, licking a long strip down your bare stomach- trying to make you forget about the door.

You lull your head back, your breath ragged and uneven as you tug at his golden strands tighter than before, earning a low grunt from him. He sure knows how to make you forget about stuff in an instant.

He has his hands on each side of your hips, trailing them towards the button of your black jeans. He works his way to get you out of your clothes, fast and determined, pulling the fabric down your thighs as you help him kick off the material.

“So gorgeous f’me, amore.” he grunts, quickly discarding his shirt off of him, accentuating his perfect, sweaty body to you, the sculputred abs and delicious pecs staring right at you as we speak. You sit up straight on the couch with only the flimsy laced underwear you’re wearing covering three percent of your body at most.

His eyes widen the moment you drop down to your knees in front of him, head-level with the black boxer briefs clung tightly on him. It highlights the swell of his tent that’s covered by the thin material of his Calvin Kleins. Your doe-eyed expression seems to get the better of him, already biting his bottom lip from your sight.

You waste no time, hooking your fingers under the material of his boxers, sliding them down ‘till they drop to his feet. He’s quick when it comes to stepping out of them, eager for you.

You’ve seen him like this before, plenty of times even, but right now— it’s like his arousal is as painful as it seems. His tip an angry shade of pink, pre-cum glazing down to his shaft. His breathing is laboured, his eyes concentrated on you, like he’s trying to moderate himself, keeping everything under control before he snaps.

You wrap your hand around his cock, the smallest of touch already making him hiss in pleasure. With deep shared eye contact, you start to pump him slowly, collecting the pre-cum that’s spilling out of him, whirling it over his tip, eliciting another desperate whimper from his agape lips. His eyebrows are creased, the purity in his eyes completely gone- reciprocated into something more coarse and obscene.

“Baby.. open your mouth.” he demands in a breathier tone, and you instantly oblige. With that, he cups your jaw with both of his large hands, his eyes intensely staring at yours. You don’t know what to expect, but he stars to hover over you, his face significantly closer to yours. He gives you that snarky smirk you know all too well, and then makes sure to lift your jaw a little up higher as he spits into your mouth without caution. Your eyes widen a little, his spit landing right on your tongue.

“Now swallow f’me, amore.” he orders, and you do exactly as he says.

Jesus…even in times like these— he still tastes divine.

His one hand threads through your hair, his other leaving the underside of your chin. “Show me what you’ve got…be my good girl.” he growls, standing up straight. You’re completely gone off guard by this small interaction between you and him, but you quickly shake it off, your trembly hand going back to where it was before.

You lick a strip up over his shaft, swirling your tongue on his tip that has him already writhing for more. You finally take him in your mouth, wrapping your lips sweetly around him and taking him inch by inch, a swall groan leaving his lips in exchange.

You set up a space, sucking him as you wrap your hand around the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth, his hand threading in your hair expeditiously. Low grunts and groans escapes his mouth, totally entranced by your ministrations as he couldn’t help but thrust forward, meeting your pace and rhythm all. He hits the back of your throat at every thrust, tears already brimming in your eyes that eventually seeps down to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but suck him with more precision, eyes deeply concentrated on his breathtaking face.

The desperation and anguish is written all over him, like he couldn’t bear this and needs you in ways where it’s humanly impossible to describe. Sweat already trickles over his forehead, eyes pleading for you, in a way that makes you believe his pupils are contorted into spelling your name- his want like a screeching howl that blares through your eardrums.

In a quick motion, he pulls out of you and you take your time to catch your breath, heaving them out like you’ve ran a marathon, quickly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He pulls you to your feet, hands on your hips and instantly pushing you backwards on the couch as your back hits the cushions, laying flat on the surface. Hovering over you, he delicately scans his eyes over your whole frame, taking in every detail from your tousled hair to your almost naked self. He traps himself in between your spread out legs, his length making contact with your lower abdomen, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

His arms are on each side of you, a few strands of his curls hanging over his forehead. “Need to fuck you, baby. Need you right now.” He murmurs, his voice hoarse and his tone laced in pure lust.

You bite your bottom lip as he positions you, hands firmly grasping your hips in desperation. “Please…” You utter out, the only thing your lips can form as a sole word, while your mind is going a million miles an hour with how much you have to say.

The warmth of his palms are soon replaced by the cool air hitting your hips, his hands sliding down to your thighs as his fingers prudently play with the lace of your underwear. “So beautiful…” He murmurs in almost a whisper. “I only have eyes for you, you know that right?” He adds, his eyes searching yours.

You nod, examining him. “I know...” you reply in a soft mumble and his lips quirk up in a lopsided smile.

You glance down his body, and the sight alone has you as weak as water. He pumps himself a few times, eyes still trained on yours. He pulls at the laced material of your panties, prodding his length right under the fabric as he teasingly begins to rub himself against you. You let out a stifled moan, eyebrows creased upwards in simple pleasure. He’s fervent with you, fastening his pace ever so slightly that drives you insane. “So wet f’me, yeah?” he grunts, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your soft moans are muffled in between the kiss as his hand that rested on your hip is now gripping your thigh, quickly hooking it over his shoulder. He positions himself at your entrance, gliding himself inside you fervently with your panties now pushed aside. A soft gasp escapes your throat, head already lulled back by how full he’s making you feel once he’s fully inside. After making sure you adjust to him, he begins to set up a slow pace, hovering over your body even closer as this new profound feeling intensifies, hitting you in all the right places.

“So fucking pretty for me, baby… Let me hear you, yeah? Moan f’me…” he praises, and all you could do in response to that is grow louder- despite still being in a semi-public setting. There’s a small chance someone could walk in, or even hear you through the door, but your mind is elsewhere. It’s on him, totally engulfed in pleasure he gives you.

“Taking me so well…” He pants, heaving out breaths as his thrusts start to become rougher, dragging out more moans out of you. “So good for me, aren’t you? Gonna fill you up so well...” He continues, his hands trailing over every inch of your body, fingers lightly pinching at your nipples, eliciting another whimpery moan from your lips.

He continues to thrust into you deliciously, hooking your other leg over his other shoulder, this newfound angle hitting your sweet spot delightfully over and over again. Moans spill out of you in an overwhelming sensation, that’s probably music to his ears by the way he’s thoroughly captivated by you.

His own moans fall from his lips once your hips buck up to match his rhythm of his thrusts. “I’m so close...” you heave out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He takes this as a sign to fuck you harder. Rougher. Like he wants to break you in half.

He adds his thumb to your sensitive clit, drawing out louder moans, that has no way of becoming less when it’s only pitching up higher in decibels. “You’re so fucking hot, baby…So perfect.” he praises you, totally wrapped up in utter pleasure, the slapping sounds of skin on skin echoing through the room.

“Please…” you plead in a high whimper, not really sure why, but you’re completely overdriven in ecstasy, his thumb on your sensitivity never leaving you which adds to more pleasure, egging you on.

“Yeah, amore mio? Gonna give it to me, aren’t you? Show me… Show me how good I make you feel.” he groans completely out of breath, his chest glistening with his own sweat. He leans down, folding you in half like a damned pretzel, hitting you even deeper than before. He nips on the skin at the crook of your neck, humming against you.

“Making me feel so good…” he murmurs against your skin, his thrusts piercing more moans out of you, knowing how much you enjoy his rough side.

The bubbling feeling inside your lower abdomen intensifies by the minute, exhibiting that you’re nearing the finish line. He knows by your desperate pants and graphic sounds as he strives to get you to the pinnacle point of pleasure, picking up on his thrusts, fucking you harder against the cushions with fervor.

Your brain starts to feel like scrambled eggs, moving from left to right in a stirring pan as his lips finds yours in a sweet quick kiss, pulling away to look at you. His hands grip your waist as tight as ever, definitely leaving a mark behind. His whimpers like a melody you can never get sick of, no matter how many times you’re willing to repeat the same tune.

A few more thrusts in and you hear the familiar ringing in your ears as you near the edge completely, your climax washing over you like a tidal wave. You scream out his name in the process, clenching sweetly around him as he follows right behind you and finishes, trails of curse words falling from his lips in heavy grunts—filling you with his cum.

He unhooks your legs from his shoulders, pulling out of you with a small gasp. He crashes down next to you, heaving out hefty breaths. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to his glistening body. “See? You’re safe with me, just like I told you.” he breathes, letting out a soft chuckle.

You turn your face to look at him, a genuine smile formed on your lips, despite being completely out of breath. “Mmmh, never said you were wrong.”

He chuckles in response, planting a sweet kiss to your temple. “You felt incredible baby, definitely needed this after the show.”

You smile, all the anger and jealousy from before completely wiped off of you. “I always do.” you counter with a smug grin, giving him a bit of a tease.

“A win-win situation for me, eh?” He eyes you, eyebrows raised with a cheeky smile. You laugh, shaking your head. “Definitely.” You agree, a small giggle followed after.

“So… I take it that you’re not mad at me anymore?” He asks, his voice laced in a sincere tone.

You had almost forgotten about how immensely infuriated you were before this happened. “I forgive you.” you murmur, glancing at him.

“I mean it when I told you I only have eyes for you.” he utters, pulling you even closer than before, pecking the top of your head.

This was definitely a way to end the night, after a very small gig took place and how the man of your dreams next to you can have you riled up in anger as well as desire in the span of two seconds. You’re not complaining about it at all. You wouldn’t have him any other way— even if it means all the ups and downs that comes with it.

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[dealinquent]

everytime we get 5sos studio content, my body physically gears up and starts buzzing like a flock of birds getting ready to migrate for winter

[gothluke]

rekindled:

a lashton regency au

read here

“we have met before.”

“have you? what a surprise! i am pleased to know of such a beneficial acquaintance on both sides.”

luke looked up to ashton’s chair. the gallant nod he gave him could not be returned with anything more than a distraction of hand washing. luke dipped his fingertips into the washing bowl, watching them lighten under the reflection of the water.

“yes,” he finally said to the clear liquid. “mr. Irwin and i are familiar. we grew up in the same village.”

“only, miss hemmings was son of a baron. i had to gain my status through bravery and long nights at sea.”

“yes, it seems gentleman are capable of being born from thin air these days.”

“do you believe this?” mr. wesley asked luke genuinely.

“well, i for one have seen many a man of previously questionable character register for the services and return back the most talked of character about town! negate the acts he has committed before! an officer of the navy is immune to the criticisms of society.”

ashton laughed.

“that is, miss hemmings, if he returns form sea with a sizeable fortune.”

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or:

in a regency era romance, the male-miss luke hemmings of westfield park is hopelessly in love with mr. ashton irwin of no birth connections. when their love is not enough to sustain their future, ashton goes away to make his fortune. nothing remains the same, except for the forgotten spark of passion between them.

rating: e

tw: smut, language, but more specific tags on ao3

word count: 17.7k

regency lashton au • lashton • plot & smut

[amijulesenough]

so i pull the trigger,

untie my tongue,

you've been kissing a loaded gun.

-closing time, asha banks

moodboard for my upcoming story <3 stay tuned!

[bartxnhood]

you don’t go to parties | a.f.i

ashton irwin x fem!reader

summary: ashton wonders why he keeps searching for you at parties. because after all, you don’t go to parties anymore.

warnings: drinking, swearing, just the party scene

w/c: 2.4k

requests open

not proofread

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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“hey, it’s y/n. sorry, i missed your call. leave a message after the beep. bye!”

“hey, uh, it’s me, just been thinking about everything tonight and i don’t know… i just miss you so much. call me when you can. bye.”

ashton removes the phone from his ear and ends the call, followed by a long, drawn-out sigh as he stares at your contact photo.

you were standing on the harbour bridge with him, kissing his cheek. it was taken on his first tour, when the band was opening for one direction, and he had just asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you of course said yes. he was your best friend and the person you had fallen in love with years before.

you've been by his side since the beginning of the band till today. you helped him throughout his most difficult times, and he did the same for you. at one point you considered him your soulmate and imagined spending the rest of your life by his side.

that was, until the parties.

it wasn't horrible at first. you'd join him at a few parties here and there. it was fun at first but then things got out of hand. ashton would party practically every night, and the parties eventually moved to his house, where you also lived. and it was well into the morning before the nights ended. so, you'd just hide out in your bedroom or at a friend's house.

it was exhausting. you could never get anything done because your house was always filled with strangers. and you couldn’t talk to ashton about it because he was always hungover and told you he’d talk to you later.

eventually, it got to the point where you just couldn’t take it anymore. so, you left him.

ashton was a disaster. every night, he'd be out partying or at a bar, hoping to drown out the haunting thoughts of you.

his partying addiction had gotten worse since you left. he couldn't even remember what he done the previous week since he had been partying so hard that it was killing him.

sometimes he’d call you when he was blackout drunk, professing undying love for you and how he regrets everything. other nights, when he isn’t so drunk, he’d still call you and apologize for the drunk calls.

he was spiraling down a deep dark alley, and if he didn’t fix himself now, he’d never see the light again.

ashton didn’t know why he continued to party and drink so much. but, he continued without thinking about the consequences. even if he knew how bad he was while under the influence.

some nights were worse than others.

one night it got very out of hand.

it was nearing five in the morning and ashton had one too many like he usually does but tonight was different. he was angry. angry at himself for letting you slip from his hands, angry he treated you like gum on the bottom of his shoe when instead of the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

ashton sat on his sofa staring at the wall with a red solo cup in hand, occasionally looking towards the door hoping you’d walk through and come back to him. but of course, you never did, and you wouldn’t because you don’t go to parties anymore.

luke sat with his head hung, rubbing his temples. “ashton, you’ve had too much. cmon man. just go to bed and we will clean up. it’s almost five a.m”

but ashton doesn’t say anything, he just sits there and down the rest of the liquid in his cup before tossing it to the floor

“yeah, no wonder y/n left you.” ashton hears michael say under his breath which was just enough to send ashton over the edge.

now it was getting out of hand, ashton was screaming his lungs out at michael while he just stood there with his hands up, signaling he didn’t want to fight ashton.

finally luke called the one person he knew who would help. you.

“hey, y/n, i’m sorry it’s so late…well early but ash is drunk, very drunk. can you come get him? he’s causing a scene.”

"what? oh, christ. yeah, I'll be there in ten," you said as you jumped out of bed, grabbed the nearest sweater and sweatpants, and ran out of your apartment.

your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. the drive was a blur, trying to get there as quickly as possible in order to avoid another fight.

you knew most people would never do this for their ex, but you still loved him. you were still madly in love with him at the time. you listen to every message he's ever left on your phone.

your inbox was overflowing with them.

you heard every sincere confession, every drunken apology, and every sober apology.

of course, you still had feelings for him.

you never stopped.

“thank you for coming.” luke swung the door open letting you slip inside, then walked through the trashed house. “he’s in the living room” you looked through the kitchen archway to see where luke was pointing, and then you saw him.

you pushed the door open and walked across smashed cans and cups to his side. "ashton?" your voice was soft, as if you were unsure how he would react to your sudden appearance. maybe he'll lash out at you, or he'll remain mute and go away.

he raised his head, his gaze meeting yours. ashton comes to a halt from whatever nonsense he was doing, which was probably another drunken rage. was this really happening? he asks, as he stares at you in bewilderment. are you standing directly in front of him? was he dreaming?

"y/n?" he calls your name, and you question, "ash, what's going on?" and his eyes glaze over merely hearing your concern.he only blinks in response, trying to figure out the situation.

he can't believe you're at his party after swearing them off, and it's for HIM. not anywhere else but his house. he says "y/n" a few times before wrapping his arms around your stomach and tightening his grip. he couldn't let you go away again.

you just let it happen and hug him back as he sits on the sofa, saying, "hey, I'm here, it'll be okay" and attempting to calm him down. despite your best attempts, he pulls away, taking everything in.

you noticed luke about to say something, so you put your hand out to stop him, silently shaking your head.

you knew ashton was in pain, so you took him upstairs. "hey why don't we get you upstairs and into bed?" you gently held his arm, which calmed him down. he allowed you to take him upstairs and away from the party. you pull over to chat to one of the boys on the way, saying that you're going to take him to bed.

"I appreciate you calling. I'll get him settled and then return to assist you with the cleanup." you say to luke before leaving.

you help him upstairs, doing your best to keep him upright. as you led ashton to the bed, he was babbling incomprehensible words. and after completing your normal cleaning and care for him, you took a step back. anxiety and confusion consume your body. thank goodness, his luke called you.

You've read the articles about his constant parties and the drunken scenes he created. he was a mess. but it was how he was dealing with the break up. you, on the other hand, have stayed home every night, watching sad movies, weeping yourself to sleep most nights, losing your appetite, and creating excuses not to see sierra or crystal. Isolation was your only option for coping.

you begin to rub the bridge of your nose as you stand by the side of the bed, looking down at ashton, who was in and out of consciousness. your heart was beating, and you were at a loss for what to do. when ashton opens his eyes and sees this, he becomes upset once more. he’s sorry you had to go to another party for him, and he rubs his eyes before saying, "you shouldn't have come." "y’hate parties." "i had to," you say, dropping your hands. "i was worried." he could see it in your eyes that you were sincere. "you're scaring me, ash" you took a pause to attempt to calm yourself as tears began to pool in your eyes.

you try to get him to bed without confessing anything or saying anything you don't genuinely mean, knowing he's incredibly inebriated and emotional. "scaring you?" he took a deep breath as he watched you toss his shoes to the floor. "yes. you’re killing yourself. i’m not going to sit by and let you do that." maybe you were getting a little emotional right now, so you looked away to gather your thoughts and finish getting him ready for bed. if he chooses to sleep.

you left the room once he was settled for a bottle of water. he probably won't know you're gone. only luke and calum remained, clearing up the garbage from the party. they all glanced up at you, waiting for news, but you just shook your head and said nothing.

you returned, half-opening the bottle and placing it next to the bed. ashton is staring at you in awe. "you're always the one taking care of me and i never deserved it," he says. “you deserved so much better than me." you didn't let the fact that he was incredibly intoxicated and emotional get to you.

you lower your head, nibbling on the inside of your cheek. don’t let him hurt you like this, y/n. you kept thinking to yourself, he was intoxicated and didn't mean anything. you get up to leave, eager to go home and cry into your pillow about how much he misses you. he reached for your hand, carefully gripping it, and said, "stay with me." you freeze, tilt your head, and appear torn, so he adds "please? just tonight." while staring into your eyes, desperate.

so, you stayed. laying on the opposite side of ashton, you heard his breath steady assuming he was finally going to sleep. until you heard “i love you.” you had only hoped that if you were still he’d leave it alone and would just go to sleep. but he continued. “when i left that morning, i didn’t stop. i never did. you’re my whole world, and i hate the person i’ve become. i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but i screwed it up.” your heart was racing, picking at your nails you felt him shuffle next to you. “you were the best thing i’ve ever had and i let you go. ‘m sorry. you can hate me. i understand.” you waited a bit, but that was the last thing he said for the night.

you ended up leaving before he woke up because it was now daylight and you didn't want to be there when he did. you stood above him before leaving, and he looked so calm. naturally, you bowed down and kissed his brow softly before exiting the room. so, you were gone by eight a.m. you had a minor breakdown on the drive home, knowing that the love is still there, and seeing him so vulnerable makes your heart ache. but you kept reminding yourself that he was drunk. he most likely didn't mean half of what he stated.

right?

you had just finished your meeting the next day and were standing in your kitchen preparing a cup of coffee when you were stopped by a rhythmic knock. you walked over leaving the cup on your counter. as you answered the door, you saw ashton.

“hey.” he said, stuffing his hands into his jacket. you stepped back, then saying “why are you here?” ashton looked around, spitting a few framed pictures of the two of you which he thought was odd. he thought you hated him. he shrugged, “i just wanted to thank you for last night, and everything.” you sighed, “come in” you stepped to the side and let him enter, then closed the door behind him. “do you want some coffee?” he sat down on the sofa.

“sure.” he answered, looking around the room. you came back with a black mug and handed it to him, and took your seat across from him.

there was a moment of silence, the two of you would steal glances at each other but didn’t want to say anything, wondering how to approach the conversation waiting to be held.

his comment was abrupt. “i meant what i said, you know.” you looked up from your coffee, to meet with his eyes already looking at you. “what?” you blinked, placing the mug on the table. “last night. everything, i meant it. from me still loving you, to wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. i meant every word.” he was being sincere, he held eye contact as he spoke and didn’t break it once.

truthfully, you didn’t know what to say. the situation wasn’t ideal, and to be honest with yourself, you knew you still loved him. “ashton..” you finally spoke, followed by a long sigh and dropping your head into your hands.

“then why do you continue to do this? you’re drinking yourself to death, ash. how can i trust that you won’t do it all over again, even if i want to work this out?” ashton stands up from his spot and moves in front of you, on his knees as he holds your hands. "i get drunk to forget the color of your eyes and the way your hair falls and how soft your skin is and the way your smile makes me feel; but it seems like the alcohol can't change my memory of you." he had been waiting to tell you this for the longest, “i do it because it’s the only way i know how to cope and i know it isn’t the best way, but it’s all i know.”

ashton runs his thumb over your knuckles. you look down at his calloused hands feeling your lip quiver “and if that isn’t enough just tell me, and i’ll leave for good.”

you shake your head letting the tears fall, “ash..i just want you to stop..all this drinking isn’t good for you, i can’t just let that happen.” you say, and he nods. “i know, i know.” he hushes your tears, raising up to hug you. “i’ll do better, i promise.” he says into your hair while wiping your tears.

“how can i trust you?” you ask

“because, i love you. and i’ll be damned if i lose you again.”

[souperbloom]

this outfit is my roman empire. my superbowl. my tour de france. my presidential election. my olympics. my sun, my moon, and all of my stars.

[caramellcashton]

Omg!

[undersugarnights]

·:*¨༺ about me ༻¨*:·

hi! i’m bee, im a 20 year old fangirl who’s perpetually horny :). i love exploring different personalities, relationships, and dynamics using the boys as vessels for my creative expression!

that being said, my content is not to be taken as fact! i love creating complex dynamics and situations, some which may not be suitable for any minors or people who can’t separate fiction from reality :). my interpretations of all four of the members of 5sos doesn’t reflect how i see them at all, it also doesn’t reflect who they are in person!! i don’t actually know these men.

but anyways, my dms are always open, and usually so is my inbox if you’d like to chat or send in requests. i might also write for other fandoms in the future.

find my works here:

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[starvinginbelair]

matching chokers

[foreverdreamingxblog-blog]

So like...

Anyone interested in 5SOS one shots or?

My inbox is open if anyone has ideas.

Note: Haven't written mxm, nor am I super confident I would do it well, but I could try.

[kindahoping4forever]

Cashton via Emma Rosen on IG

[4thbrighteststar]

a poem written on a bathroom wall

They sit in silence, drinking the view in, drinking each other in. It's insane, Luke thinks sometimes, how it's been thirteen years and he's never once gotten tired of this. Of them. “Thanks,” he whispers, trying not to break the moment. He doesn't specify any further - knows he doesn't need to. a place for all my 5sos prompt fills and drabbles - continually updated!

pairings: ot4, cake, malum (also continually updated)

rating: t (for swearing)

on ao3.

[edge-oftheworld]

ik I rattle on about this too much but people love to assign blame when we see our faves get hurt. and im not saying romantic partners can’t cause trauma or anything like that but I genuinely think people overlook a really obvious thing we’ve seen time and again in literally every artist we listen to and we also have alluded to in lyrics like ‘a youth that was stolen and filled with mistakes’ basically all of 2011, and probably the most outright ‘I’ve been bought and sold’. guys it wasn’t the fans doing any of these things just cause we liked their music and kept them in a job or whatever, it’s the fact that the industry is a predatory capitalist machine that is at its current state no place for children, or anyone really. it’s that media outlets model the level of privacy breaches anyone in the public eye is allowed to have and GUESS WHAT? ALL OF THESE THINGS ARE AIDED BY LAWS, WHICH WE AS FANS AND THE PUBLIC HAVE A VOICE IN.

I’m not saying we can fix this overnight or it’s gonna be easy but I am saying that if enough people care about anything, someone is gonna have to listen at some point. like holy shit the amount of times we’ve seen luke in interviews just telling his story and how he’s got this experience he has to hold the gratitude and obvious trauma of concurrently and thought. he deserves so much better. they all do. so does chappell and so did the one direction guys and I could go on but my point is have I ever seen a protest or even a petition calling for privacy for artists, literally basic workers’ rights? for transparency among their team members and record labels that prevents the likes of scooter braun from ever doing anything he’s done? no. and before you say anything I don’t give a fuck how much they’re paid (which btw the way streaming services are now isn’t as glamorous as it used to be. soon this may end up being a middle class job and that’s fine as long as they have basic human rights, which they don’t). but anyway we can change that

[amijulesenough]

what comes after me? (luke hemmings)

hiii here's my first fic on this account! :) I hope you all like it- I'll be honest, i'm divided on if I actually like it. I've definitely done better, but i'm a little rusty so I'll give myself a little grace lol.

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warnings: none!

genre: fluffy

word count: 1.8k

tags: luke hemmings, brother's best friend, party kisses :)

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“Hey, you almost ready in there?” My mom’s voice calls from beyond my bedroom door,  “Guests are gonna be arriving any minute.”

“Yeah, just a sec,” I respond, fussing with my only slightly-frizzy curls. I pout at my reflection momentarily, wishing my hair would comply a little better when it’s supposed to be my special day.

“I think someone’s at the door, honey,” mom says when I step out, “Would you let them in? Oh, don’t you look cute?”

“Sure thing,” I murmur, skipping a few steps as I jog down, my vibrant green sundress swishing.

My face cracks in a grin as I swing the door open, my eyes locking with my older brother’s bright sapphire blues, his bleached hair tucked under a backwards ballcap. I push the screen door aside and jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around him.

“Woah,” Michael laughs, “Hey there, kiddo!”

“I’ve missed you so much,” I squeal, my face smushed into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you, too,” he says, spinning me in a circle, “Congrats, grad. Check out this smarty-pants, guys; summa cum laude.”

I glance up when he says ‘guys’, meeting the smiling faces of Michael’s bandmates, who have come with him to celebrate my graduation from college. Calum is holding a platter of assorted cookies, Ashton has several gift bags in his arms, and Luke… darling Luke has a beautiful bouquet of white and red roses and delicate baby’s breath and the biggest grin on his face.

“Congrats!” They all say at once as Michael sets me down.

“Thanks,” I say, suddenly a little bashful once all attention is on me.

Before we can dive into a detailed conversation catching everyone up to date on the goings-on in our lives, a few more cars pull in front of the house and all sorts of relatives and family friends start pouring into the front yard. Aunts and Uncles and first cousins and second cousins and step-cousins show up to congratulate and celebrate me. Of course I’m grateful, albeit a bit overwhelmed. I shimmy through the growing party, stopping to chat about future plans and job opportunities. 

After two hours of answering “Got any jobs lined up?” and “What about future schooling?” and “Planning on a family at all?” over and over, my throat feels as though it’s been thoroughly coated in dust. I excuse myself from a group of my father’s cousins and make a beeline for the refreshments, desperate for some water. I’m pulling a bottle from the cooler when an arm flings itself around my shoulders.

“Thought you might have been avoiding us,” Calum jokes, pulling me into a side-hug.

“Don’t I wish I would have been with you guys,” I sigh, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“Come sit with us and let the rest mingle,” he says, leading me to a table outside.

“Ah, here she is,” Ashton does a dramatic drumroll on the table, “The one and only.”

I do a mock curtsy. “I’ve decided to grace you all with my presence.”

“Only took how long,” Michael teases.

“I can’t believe how many people showed up,” I admit, “I think it’s partially since I didn’t really have a high school grad party.”

“And they’re all proud of your incredible accomplishments,” Luke says, “I know I am.”

I feel my cheeks start to heat up when he talks in that dulcet voice of his. I can’t help it, I’ve had a soft spot for Luke since he and Michael became friends. I’ve watched his style and attitude form and change over the years, seen his features mature and grow, heard him at his lowest and known him at his highest. Of course, that’s true for all of the guys, but Luke has been the one I’ve had my heart set on forever.

Of course, I’m just Michael’s little sister to him, so obviously nothing could ever happen. 

“Thanks, Luke,” I say, settling into a chair across from him, in between Calum and Ashton.

“So, onto grad school?” Calum asks, sliding a beer he apparently pulled out of nowhere toward me.

“Hey, thanks,” I snag the bottle, “Yeah, getting my masters is the next step.”

“What’s after that, Einstein? A PhD in nerdology?” Michael grins, his cerulean eyes squinting with mischief.

“Get off her, Mike,” Ashton tosses a crumpled napkin at Michael’s head, “You’re just jealous that all the brain cells went to her instead of you.”

“I can handle his smart ass comments, you know. I dealt with it constantly when I was younger,” I say, “But thanks, Ash.”

“He’s right, you know,” Michael says, “You’re infinitely smarter than me and I’m only a little jealous.”

I can’t fight the matching grin inching across my face. “Shut up, Mike.”

“See, complimenting her is so much more fun than teasing her because she gets so pink,” Michael continues, “Especially when you’re being genuine because then she doesn’t even know how to respond!”

“Shut up, Michael,” I say sweetly, my smile not faltering.

“I think we’ve spent enough time around her to catch onto that, thanks.” Luke taps his beer bottle to mine, winking.

Banter continues for some time at our table before my mom interrupts for cake cutting. I say a few words of thanks for everyone who came to celebrate and then hand out pieces of cake for everyone who wants some. Once again, as earlier, people corner me and ask about the future, which stresses me out more than it probably should. I fend off as many people as I can, but it gets a little exhausting after answering “What’s the plan?” for the 70th time in three hours.

I need a drink and some time alone, I think as I hug and kiss a great uncle goodbye.

The crowd is just beginning to dwindle when I decide to make a getaway, just for a moment. I sneak back inside and slide into the bathroom for a minute of peace. Why did my mom insist on inviting every human I had ever interacted with in my 22 years of existence?

A soft knock comes at the door. Well, there goes my serenity. I sigh slowly before I call out, “Just a minute!”

“Oh, good, I was hoping it was you,” Luke’s voice says, “Mind if I come in?”

My chest contorts like a circus performer. “Wh-why?”

“To chat,” he says, voice just beyond the door, “I brought you one of those wine coolers you like.”

I poke my tongue into my cheek. “Yeah, okay.”

Luke squeezes in, tossing me a bottle of fluorescent blue beverage. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” I echo.

“Hiding from the attention, then?”

“Just… just for a minute. It’s a little overwhelming, you know?”

“Hmm, yeah, that makes sense.”

“Jeez, what am I yammering about? You get way more attention than I do. I should be grateful I don’t have to deal with this daily.”

Luke’s angel smile lights up the dim space we occupy. “No, I get it. Really. You’ve always been one who prefers her space, so I can imagine this is all a little much for you.”

I sip at my cooler. “Yeah. I wanted something small, but my mom wanted my extended family, every friend I’ve ever made, and the homeless guy who hangs out at the gas station to come, so, you know.”

He laughs, his head lolling back for a moment. “I missed you, you know? We all did. Wish you’d come with us on tour sometime.”

“And do what? Study marine biology off-stage?”

His grin and giggles are so contagious.  “Why not?”

I roll my eyes. “You know, when I was little, I would have died for that opportunity. But I’m a big girl now with big girl responsibilities.”

“Hmm. Sure are,” Luke murmurs, his eyes flitting up and down my body in an almost imperceivable manner. 

“What does that mean?” I take another swig of my drink.

 Luke cocks his head, pressing his lips together. His cute golden curls shift to one side, his hooded baby blues gazing at me intently. “You’ve grown up so much, you know?”

My tummy twists in anxious knots. “Well, yeah, kind of the point of the party, right?” My voice is too high right now.

His smile softens my nerves. “You know what I mean. You cut your hair and embraced your adorable curls. You’ve got tattoos now- I like them, by the way. You hold yourself with confidence and intelligence. You’re really a beautiful woman, now.”

Suddenly the tiny room is much too torrid and my skin is tingling. “Thank you.” I muster, my throat tasting like bile.

“Are you nervous? Miss Clifford, do I make you very anxious?”

“Shut up, Luke,” I tear my gaze from him, my chest rising with more concentration than should be necessary.

He pushes away from his perch on the bathroom sink. “Hey,” he takes the bottle from my hand, setting it down before he holds my hands gently, “I wasn’t trying to make you nervous. I know… how fond you are of me. I was trying to let you know the feeling is mutual.”

My eyes dart back to his. “What?”

That adorable smile is overtaking his features again. “Please tell me I’m not reading the room horribly wrong.”

I step a little closer, and he responds with his hands around my waist. “Not at all,” I murmur, the butterflies in my stomach having a party of their own, “Not a bit.”

“Glad I still got it,” he jests, leaning down to catch my lips in a sweet embrace.

He tastes a little like beer and a little like vanilla lip balm and a lot like the love of my life. I melt into his every movement, letting him pull me closer, letting his lips travel across my chin and over my jawline and down my throat. The smell of his musky cologne infiltrates my nostrils and intoxicates all of my senses.

Things may have gotten out of hand had my brother not rapped very aggressively on the bathroom door. We both jolt, my nerves being set ablaze.

“You almost done in there?” Michael calls, “I’m about to shit my pants, Luke!”

I bite my lip. “Oops?”

“Wait, Luke, is my sister in there too? The hell are you guys doing?”

Luke snorts, covering his mouth. I sputter, trying to come up with a good excuse. “Uhm, he was bringing me a drink? I just needed some time alone-”

“Right, okay, just make whatever is going on in there snappy.”

I can’t fight the giggles that shake my body. “You’re gonna get me in so much trouble.”

Luke’s eyebrows raise in shock. “Oh, so it’s all my fault?”

“You initiated this.”

He shakes his head. “Right, fine, I’ll take the blame.” He steals another smooch. “It’s worth it.”