#luke hemmings gang

[kindahoping4forever]

Via Billboard

📸: Andy Deluca

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

The audacity this man has

[discalmnected]

Bloodhound is the sexiest song on 5sos5 but some of you aren’t ready for that conversation

[5sosghostwriter]

Vigilante ∆ Luke Hemmings A.U.

VigilanteCal!

On wattpad now

[suchalonelysunflower]

Sinners and Saints (a.i)

Y/N Hemmings is the daughter of one of the most famous mafia bosses in the country. But after one bad job, her brother Jack is killed and Luke is nowhere to be found. Desperate, Y/N defies her family and goes to the rival mafia boss, Ashton Irwin, looking for help since no one is doing anything to find Luke. He accepts with only one condition: She has to stay with them in their compound and work for Ashton even after they find her brother. And, against her better judgement, she accepts cause after all, no one wins in a game filled with sinners and saints.

“Don’t blame me for what you made me do”

Pairing: Mafia! Ashton Irwin x Fem! Reader

Content warnings: Violence, guns, blood, murder, domestic abuse, drugs, alcohol, torture, smut (explicit), language, conspiracies, verbal abuse, physical abuse, suicide, gangs, death, kidnapping. Among others

Mastesrlist

Chapter One: Den of Vipers

Chapter Two: Villain

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Top!Michael Masterlist

Ash is on the floor (ao3) - tinyglitterrose OT4 M, 4k

Summary: "Are you hard?", Luke asked bluntly and immediately he had the attention of three australians.

Play it cool, just play if off, Ashton thought to himself, as if he was not panicking right now.

"No? What the fuck, Luke?", he tried to sound arrogant and even rolled his eyes at the blonde, but the other man wasn't having it.

"No, no, you're hard, I saw that", then he giggled, "You have a boner, Ashy, I saw it"

Ashton shook his head violently, but Calum interrupted him before he could object again: "Do you really?"

--- basically an Ashton centered foursome with plot.

Certain That I’m Yours (ao3) - K_CALM_N Michael/Calum E, 4k

Summary: Michael feels guilty after taking Calum’s virginity and doesn’t want to fuck him in case he hurts him again. Calum doesn’t agree with this so he figures out a way to get Michael to fuck him.

Don't Stop (ao3) - King (Setaeru) Michael/Luke E, 1k

Summary: "Want me to fuck you?" Michael asked huskily, licking his ear before biting the lobe. Luke groaned, cock slowly swelling between his legs "Answer me!" He growled, pulling Luke's hair and making him whimper.

"Yes! Fuck, yes," he said quickly. "Please fuck me. Fuck me raw."

For a Good Time, Call (ao3) - xdistorted_cliffordx Michael/Calum M, 40k

Summary: Michael was looking for a good time, not a relationship.

Grabby Hands (ao3) - antisocialhood Calum/Ashton, Michael/Luke/Ashton N/R, 7k

Summary: Ashton likes wearing big sweaters, curling up with his daddy and sucking him off while they watch TV, and sometimes Calum likes to treat his princess to something special.

Honey I'm Good (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance Michael/Luke E, 2k

Summary: When two strangers meet in a foreign city and let their bodies do the talking, things are bound to happen. Will Michael let that blonde guy with beautiful blue eyes lure him or will he resist?

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck. (ao3) - hemmingskfc Michael/Luke N/R, 2k

Summary: the one where Michael and Luke meet a party and end up fucking loudly.

It's a hell of a feeling though (ao3) - thenewbrokenscene Michael/Luke M, 58k

Summary: [AU, actor/model Luke and musician Michael]

After a recent scandal and the subsequent publicity nightmare, Luke Hemmings doesn't need any more trouble. He's just trying to enjoy his best friend's birthday party. But who the fuck invited Michael Clifford?

Maybe You Should Stay (ao3) - pilotmikey michael/luke M, 7k

Summary: Luke is sick and Michael feels like home.

My Little Hem Hem: Muke (ao3) - 5sosquiff Michael/Luke N/R, 3k

Summary: "So empty."

Princess (ao3) - K_CALM_N Michael/Calum E, 3k

Summary: Calum is short and gets shit for it but Michael always makes him feel better.

Rollercoaster Ride (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance OT4 E, 3k

Summary: Michael came up with the craziest idea to end their tour; an idea, which he knew Luke would love. Calum had already agreed but there was one problem, Ashton was still reluctant. All he had to do was to convince the stubborn drummer, something he knew he would manage to do easily, and they would end up having the greatest end-of-tour party.

Saturday (ao3) - Tshaye Michael/Calum E, 1k

Summary: Calum just wants to study like every other Saturday, but Michael, the boy who always sits with him, has other ideas.

say you want me and dont be nice (send those shivers running down my spine) (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Calum N/R, 5k

Summary: :+: Calum and Michael are in gangs, and when Calum gets slightly turned on by the gun in Michael's hands, things get dirty :+:

Throw my Heart into a Blender just to pour it Out to You (ao3) - fivesecondsofmae Michael/Ashton E, 2k

Summary: All Michael needs is the company of his boyfriend Ashton. MASHTON smut. :)

Two, Two, Four (ao3) - orphan_account OT4 N/R, 9k

Summary: “So, let me get this straight. You…want to have a foursome…tonight?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at Calum.

or the one where Calum and Luke seduce their boys into a foursome.

[burnwater13]

Grogu thought he looked pretty good for his age. He wasn’t sure why anyone cared about it. It’s just a number, right? And depending on the planet you were on your actual age varied, right? If you measured age by years and measured years by trips around your respective sun…

Some planets made their orbits around their sun pretty fast. In the same planetary system a person could be 0.004 years old, 1 year old, and 4 years old depending on planet where they lived. So what did 50 years matter?

Old, young, middle aged… what was the big deal? 

Grogu expected that whoever had mentioned his age thought it would help someone identify him. After all, the Mandalorian had been pretty surprised to meet him at the place where the Nikto gang members were holding him. He thought he was going to meet some 50 year old human male who obviously had done something bad enough to make that Client willing to pay so much for him. 

Instead, he had met Grogu. A fifty year old person who other folks called a ‘child’. But that was pretty subjective too. Child was more of a relationship than an age. You would always be your parents child, no matter how old or young you were. You would never be anyone else’s child because they weren’t your parent. Simple. 

Ah, no. Not really. Because people still used ‘child’ as a measure of age. But much like the whole ‘year’ thing, it was pretty subjective. Not as old as them, you might be a child. Older than them, you might not be a child. Act like a brat and you’re told to not act like a child, but all children were not brats, so why make that comparison? It seemed pretty lopsided.

Then, some species matured differently than others. So if ‘child’ was about a state of maturity, you could be a two year old womp rat and be a grandfather. Or you could be a 50 year old Grogu and be treated like a child just because you didn’t speak Gal Basic. It was confusing and annoying. 

Grogu had tried to ask other people their age. They mostly pretended that they didn’t understand him. He really hated Gal Basic for creating that false image. But even the few who had really didn’t want to tell him the truth. They would hem and haw and then pretend that something shiny had distracted them. Well, that was true. The Mandalorian was very shiny in his new armor and he didn’t like people talking to Grogu for more than a few minutes at a time. 

He had tried to ask Din his age… but to no avail. The Mandalorian claimed not to know it. He was very young when he was taken from Aq Vetina. But Grogu knew that Din Djarin had a chain code and the chain code included his birthdate and place of birth and all that stuff. He knew how old he was. He just didn’t want to share it. 

What was he worried about? No one was going to call him a ‘child’. They weren’t going to act like he didn’t have rights and autonomy, and the ability to do or not do what he pleased. Nope. He could eat when he wanted, sleep when he wanted, and hang out with his friends whenever he wanted. And… no one was going to call him ‘kid’ or ‘womp rat’ or ‘baby’. 

No, people who looked a certain way were treated a certain way and that way was not always appropriate or even beneficial. If you looked like a Mandalorian warrior people treated you respect, even if they didn’t really want to because they were afraid of you and no really likes being afraid, right? If you looked like Grogu, then people treated you like you were a baby or a child which was nice if it was all about playing games or being fed tiny, delicious fish, but not at all nice when you were being bossed around and nagged. 

Grogu wondered what age he needed to reach in order for people to treat him the way they treated Din Djarin? One hundred? Two hundred? More than that? Master Luke had mentioned that Grogu’s species lived a long life compared to humans. Would he feel like less of a child when his own father was gone? Or would he feel like more of a child with a loss like that as his companion going forward? 

He didn’t know. But he hoped he never reached an age when he couldn’t appreciate playing a game of catch the ball, or enjoy the sound of slurping up soup or dung worms, or remember how much he loved the Mandalorian. It wasn’t worth being an adult if that happened.

[redrattlers]

21, 38 and 148?

hi anon!

21. What are your bad habits?

biting my nails 🥴 i wanna stop so bad

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

can i just answer with luke hemmings and leave it at that?

148. What’s your favourite quote?

it’s not a quote but a song lyric, “do not let your spirit wane” from the gang of youths song of the same name resonates a lot with me! i’ll probably get it tattooed someday <3

send me an ask?

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

That gif of luke on your new fic is just😩😩😩😩 idek why but him in a leather jacket is just👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

The fic was great btw!

First of all thank you sm!<3333

Second of all yes!! Like I went to find a pic of him in a leather jacket for the fic and omfg like every pic was amazing and I couldn’t choose it was hopeless lmao. So I went with the gif instead but ended up downloading a bunch of those said pic bc I just couldn’t help it lmao.

Like look at these!!! I didn’t even have to scroll through!!

If you click keep reading you may or may not have a Luke meltdown

Like he’s just so hot i just ugh wanna squeeze him and i idek 😭. And these!!! Like he looks so hot and bad boy like aka gang!luke (although 2016 Luke would be more gang!luke i think) and then he also looks so soft like pick one hemmings! Also remember that gif of the second pic where he’s shuffling on his feet?? *melting rn* Also look at that long ass neck! Like don’t tell me you don’t want to nibble on it and leave hickies there😌🥹

Look at that last one!!! The hair!! The necklace!! The lil chest hairs!!! And the fucking stubble😮‍💨😮‍💨 I just wanna cuddle with him and play with those chest hairs or just nuzzle into his chest😫😫

Omfg look at that! Like he’s so boyfriend!! Just😮‍💨😮‍💨😫🥺🥲 like these two pics have to be my favorite like he’s so hot and a lil bean at the same time😭😭 I want him😭😭

Maybe this went a little far than I intended to

[caramelcal]

His Favorite Girl

a/n: HELLO. (sounding like the guy in the cinema cba lol) anyways I have returned for a brief period of time to share this update with you guys. It’s based off of this request here: “ Do you think you could write a Luke x gang again where maybe he has to leave for work during sex and the reader touches herself out of frustration and he comes back and finds her ?” 

STOP BECAUSE THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT WHAT THE REQUESTER WANTED BUT ILL WRITE SOMETHING AGAIN BUT LIKE JUST TH REQUEST IF THATS WHAT YOU GUYS WANT SDGHGDFGBH but this is kinda a part 2 to the Bambi/His Favorite Secret series thingy cause a few people wanted that! thank you guys so much for all the love mwah

i should literally be studying rn but im not so <3 im very sorry for this abomination lol

sorry for the long a/n guys! :( enjoy x 

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smutty stuff (fucking, fingering, anal and all that...ive never written this before so PLS PLS PLS give me feedback omg) uh choking, doesn’t have a daddy kink in this but sir is mentioned. talks of being tied up and being tied up? talks about overstim... he calls her little girl at one point...

“Luke! Stop moving!” She lightly slapped her boyfriend’s hand, to which he groaned in return. Her tongue stuck out slightly from between her lips in concentration, eyebrows furrowing as she returned to the task she had firmly put her mind to. That was, until the blond giant moved again, “Luke!”

“Bambi,” Luke echoed lightly, using his nickname for the smaller girl in front of him who looked up at him with an unimpressed facial expression.

“You’re gonna ruin it,” She mumbled lightly, pointing back down at her artwork which Luke only then first looked at. It was safe to say, although he shouldn’t have been, he was thoroughly shocked.

His nails, which his girl had somehow managed to convince him into painting weren’t black, or blue. No, they were bright, blasting, hot pink. He groaned lightly, wondering just how exactly she had managed to rope him into this and just how he was going to hide his nails from the rest of the gang later on tonight when he -they- met up with them tonight.

She was a bundle of both nerves and excitement, finally getting to meet Luke’s closest friends. It had been about a week since their argument, and now she was meeting his friends. It seemed like everything was moving in the right direction, thankfully. She couldn’t wait to be honest, very much looking forward to being able to hear more about Luke from his friends, and just meeting them in general.

They seemed fun.

Well, as fun as gang members could be. She probably should have been more cautious surrounding them, but Luke got her guard down so quickly and she was yet to regret that. How scary could they possibly be considering the man in front of her, soft blond curls held back by her bunny bath headband, nails painted hot pink, was supposed to be the scariest man in the whole city.

“Cal’s gonna rip the piss outta me for this, Bambi,” He complained softly, with no plans to take the polish off of his nails as he looked at his girlfriend, between his legs, small hand wrapped around the bottle of nail polish with her other hand laying against his knee.

She couldn’t help the small upturn of her lips as she blew softly against the nail polish on his fingernails, not patient enough to let it airdry despite it being a fast-drying polish. She shrugged lightly, head flopping to the side adorably as Luke stared down at her, resisting the urge to run his hands through her hair; another issue he had with the wet paint on his fingernails.

“I think it looks great, we’re matching,” She then flaunted the bright pink color that coated her own nails, and Luke’s lips twitched into a grin, careful not to ‘aww’ at the cute words that came out of the smaller girl’s mouth.

He hummed lightly, leaning back against the couch but his baby blues never leaving her face, “They look a lot better on you than they do me, Bambi.”

“I think they’re cute,” The girl climbed onto his lap, making Luke take a deep intake of breath as she sits barely an inch away from a rather sensitive area of his. She, however, seemed to pay no attention to the risen area of his jeans as she leaned against his chest, face hidden in the crook of his neck, soft breaths from her mouth fanning against his neck.

He twisted to give her a small kiss on the forehead, to which she responds by kissing his neck softly, lips staying against his neck as her hand traveled up his stomach up to his neck, holding him close as she began to kiss the base of his neck more.

“Lu,” She whispered softly, “How much time have we got?”

“Like an hour, baby. Why?”

However, the girl never replied verbally, and instead repositioned herself carefully, Luke’s neck void from her warmth before her hand started to travel down, painfully slow, until it landed right above the tent in his jeans. His eyes traveled up to meet hers, eyebrow raised as she dropped her hand down barely, lips struggling to pull the smirk away.

He lifted his hands to her back, going to reposition her before she shook her head, “Your nail polish, Lu. Hands down.”

His hands didn’t move, frozen in place around her clothed waist. His nails were long since dried, she knew that, but she liked this. She liked the intake of breath he took when her hand ghosted over the hardened cock in his jeans, the way he couldn’t lift his hands; scared to smudge the pink on his nails.

He was restricted. Oh, how the tables had turned.

Her hand gently palmed against his hardened, clothed cock, causing a grumble to emit from his throat. It was a deep rumbling sound, -something that the girl had heard numerous times but would never get used to.

To her, everything about Luke was perfect, even his moans.

“Bambi, you know the rules about teasing-”

Her lips attached to his, cutting him off rather efficiently, pressing softly as she continued to palm him through his jeans, gently rocking on his thigh. He moaned into their kiss, her tongue, as a reflex, finding its way into his mouth. Their tongues pressed against one another, lips still pressed together as her spare hand crawled up to the back of his neck, playing with his soft curls.

Her palm pressed into his fully hardened cock now, his tongue swiping over her lips before tugging on it, pulling apart, breathless. His hands found a place on her waist, guiding her softly but firmly, taking back the control he craved.

Looking her straight in the eyes, one of Luke’s hands went around her neck, thumb pulling her lower lip down as he unbuckled his belt with one hand, taking his cock out of its confined clothing and bringing her hand down to hold onto it. It wasn’t the first time that she had given him a handjob, and it wouldn’t be the last, but she still couldn’t help but be nervous.

Despite not being a virgin when she met Luke, she still lacked a lot of experience that Luke definitely had. She knew that he would never judge her, but that never stopped the nerves that festered.

“All shy all of a sudden, Bambi?” He mocked, hand around her neck tightening as he bit down on her ear lobe, gently tugging at it before letting out a breath, “All big and brave, teasing Sir, aren’t you? If you’re going to start it, then you’re going to finish it. On your knees. Now.”

Releasing a shaky breath, the girl clambered out of Luke’s lap dropping to the floor, in a similar position to the one she had been in minutes before, only in a more sexual manner. Her lips met the tip of his cock, tongue lightly swiping across the base.

His hand grabbed firmly onto the hair on the back of her head, holding her steady as she got used to the feeling of his cock in her mouth before thrusting against her. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, sending vibrations up him, releasing a deep moan from his throat.

“Suck, little girl,” Luke commanded deeply, leaving no room for argument as the smaller girl abided to his command, tongue swiping over him as she reached up to cover the last part of his cock with her hand.

Yet, she didn’t get much further when a ringing sounded through the room, Luke groaning but ultimately pulling away from the girl who stayed on the floor, watching Luke as he grabbed his phone.

“What?” He gritted his teeth lightly, trying to keep his frustration at bay after being interrupted.

He sighed softly, not looking at the small girl with furrowed eyebrows still on the floor as he pulled his jeans back up, clambering to get shoes on and getting ready to leave, hanging the phone up.

“Luke what’s going on?”

“Gang shit, Bambi. I gotta get going, be ready for six, we’re meeting Cal, Ash, and Mike later, remember?” He offered her no more words, but she can tell he isn’t angry at her, just due to their interruption.

However, she can’t help but be frustrated at the interruption, waiting until after Luke leaves to huff and puff about it before starting to get ready.

. . .

“Luke has this old penguin fan account on Instagram from like seven years ago. There’s this one picture on there with him with a penguin hat-”

“Cal, stop,” Luke interrupted Cal swiftly, an arm going around his smaller girlfriend’s waist who looked far too amused by the embarrassing things about Luke that Cal was telling.

“No, no, Calum please keep going. Please,” The girl begged, feeling very comfortable around the Maori boy. They were pleasant, to her at least, and so far they had made her feel very comfortable and very much at home. It was hard to believe that the people joking with her where infamous mobsters, ones that were feared all across the city, and state. 

They had met in Ashton’s house, who she had already met before, at six o’clock. It turns out gang members like to be punctual, or maybe it was only these ones.

Luke was in a bit of a hurry once he arrived back home, with no time to finish what he and his girl had started before he had to leave in a hurry, leaving her oh so frustrated. This was only magnified when she saw him afterward, ready to head to Ash’s in that pale pink silk button-up that only seemed like it would suit him; like it was made specifically for him.

Maybe it was.

Luke was never shy of customized clothing, cars, or anything he wanted honestly. If you have the money, why not? Was always his answer when she asked why he seemed to wear all of these expensive items. If it wasn’t custom-made, it was a high-quality designer that he wore, she rarely ever found him in anything that didn’t smell of cash and high-class, -far too expensive but albeit intoxicating- cologne.

This money of Luke’s also happened to extend to her also. He was never shy of picking her up a few things, letting her have his card for shopping and now, he started going out shopping with her too. He didn’t look like the type that would go out with his ‘girlfriend’ or anyone, but in the case of her, he followed her around like a lost puppy; willing to hold her bags, let her drain his bank account. Not that she did, anyway. She was still mindful, even if Luke had more money than he knew what to do with.

“Nah, can’t. Don’t want Luke to kill me for embarrassing me in front of his precious little girlfriend,” Calum teased lightly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to meet Luke’s baby blues. Truthfully, Luke could pretend to be annoyed at Cal and the rest for exposing his old penguin Instagram account but he was just glad to see them getting along with the girl that owned his heart.

She was the first girlfriend that his best friends seemed to approve of. He didn’t normally bring his girlfriends to meet them, but the ones he did, the boys he called his best friends didn’t usually like them. For the first time, Luke could actually see a future with the girl in front of him, beamingly smiling as Cal and Michael joke about with her and laughing at their attempts of humor.

God, he loved her.

“So, do you think they like me?” She asked the moment they got home, the door shut behind them. Luke turned around, staring at the wide-eyed girl with a small smile on his lips.

Did she seriously not realize how much they liked her? Especially with how much joking that they had done with her, he was certain that she would have realized but then again, she wasn’t the most self-assured person when it comes to new people. He nodded his head, “Yeah, Bambi. They really liked you.”

Luke would never get over the way her eyes sparkled, his smile only growing. She looked amazing in that red silky dress that he had bought her, and he looked just as good in the coral colored button-up he was wearing.

Their lips met softly, Luke bending down slightly to meet her lips as the girl went up on her tiptoes, bare feet on the top of Luke’s shoes. He didn’t mind, in fact, he barely even realized as he swiped his tongue across her bottom lip for access which she quickly gave him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, one entangling in his blond curls, while his went around her waist and one under her ass, lifting her up.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, lips never breaking away from his as she moaned into the kiss. She pushed herself closer to him as the kiss heated up, eyes closed as Luke tried his best to navigate the way to their bedroom. Thankfully, even with his eyes partially closed and completely distracted by the soft lips on his, he managed to get there, fumbling with the doorknob before kicking the door open.

Luke pulled away quickly to get a breath, now at the edge of the bed as his mouth went to the side of her face, pressing kisses along her neck before whispering in a sinfully sultry voice, “Let’s finish what we started earlier, huh?”

With that, she was placed down on the bed, staring at Luke with a glaze in her eyes, lust, lips slightly swollen as he pushed her dress up, nudging her underwear to the side. His fingers ghosted over her pussy, making her take a ragged intake of breath. He was on top of her, watching her as she awaited every movement of his fingers, completely helpless under his touch.

“So wet for me, baby,” He murmured, pressing a few chaste kisses against the base of her neck as he rubbed her slit. She didn’t reply just yet, whining lightly when he slowed down his movements, coming to a stop, “Tell me what you want baby.”

“You, Lu. I want you, sir,” Her words flooded out of her mouth quickly, the aching between her legs becoming too much. If Luke didn’t do something about it soon then she would have to. She stared up at his smirking face above her. His fingers pulled away from her, making her whine as he reached for his belt, skillfully unbuckling it and letting his cock spring free from its confines.

He looked up at her as he repositioned himself, her squirming with need beneath him before he lined his tip at her entrance, baby blues meeting her eyes, “You sure?”

She nodded vigorously in return, but Luke didn’t move, commanding lightly, “Words, baby.”

“Please Luke, I’m sure. Please fuck me.” He swatted her thigh at the sound of the swear falling from her lips but obliged nonetheless, plunging deep into her letting out a moan, her strangled moan following behind.

He plunged in once again, hitting a spot that made her whimper and moan at the same time, hands reaching around to his back, clawing on the now exposed skin. Luke’s hips are flushed against hers as he goes deep inside of her once again, both moaning.

“Fuck, Bambi,”

Luke’s pace quickened, thrusts becoming sloppier as he continued to thrust into her, hitting her sweet spot over and over, moans filling the room with small pleads from her and soft curses from him.

Then a phone went off. Luke froze inside of her, and she groaned, sweaty, a mess, and incredibly sexually frustrated. She could feel Luke sitting inside of her; how big he was. She thought that he was going to ignore the phone call, to continue something that they were robbed of earlier. He wasn’t really going to let them be interrupted twice today, was he?

He reached over to the bedside table, picking his phone up and looking at the caller ID before sighing. He pulled out of her, baby blues looking at her with a frown, “I need to take this.”

“Luke,” It was a plead. For him to stay with her, to let them finish what they started. She shuffled lightly until she was sitting in front of him, on her knees. Her hand went to the side of his face, caressing it gently as she put her face at his neck, “Stay with me, Sir. I need you.”

He knew exactly what she was trying to do, but he wasn’t going to fall for it. He pulled away from her, gripping onto her side as a warning with his free hand, “No, Bambi.”

His voice was low, a warning for her to stop what she was doing as he sent her a pointed look. He didn’t even let her make another move or get another word in before he was back in his jeans and walking out of the room, leaving her alone.

The seconds that she was alone turned into minutes, and those minutes turned into ten, then fifteen. She shifted uncomfortably, still on edge and incredibly frustrated. It didn’t seem like Luke was coming back as he had left without saying goodbye or telling her where he was going to be or how long. Was this all because she had tried to get him to stay?

Well, if he wasn’t going to get back, she would have to take stuff into her own hands. Leaning back, her hand reached her own clit, rubbing desperately, basking in the feeling once again. This time, she would get the job done.

Her fingers slipped inside of her, curling into her, moans softly filtering out of her lips. She was close, her fingers covered in her own slick as she continued to curl her hands into herself, soft pants falling from her lips as she spread her legs more to get a better angle, trying to go deeper.

Her hands would never be as good as Luke’s though, her small fingers not holding a torch to his digits. He knew everything that made her squirm, even better than she did, he had her all decoded, knew how to navigate her better than anyone else ever could.

“Baby I need to get-” Luke opened the door, stopping when his eyes met her figure on the middle of the bed, fingers inside of her as soft breaths fell from her lips. Her head titled back, eyes lidded as he froze on the spot before a smirk made its way onto his face.

“Really?” He asked incredulously, sauntering up to the bed before grabbing onto her wrist, pulling her fingers out of her desperate cunt making her whine. Her eyes met his, which never strayed, even after he brought her hand up to his mouth and swirling his tongue around her slick-covered digits.

“Lu-”

“Quiet,” He shut her up quickly, voice hard and commanding, something that made nerves bundle in her stomach and turned her on even more. He stood up again, sauntering over to the dresser before pulling a belt from the top of it, grabbing her hands and confining them with the thick leather, “Since you can’t keep your hands off of that pretty little pussy of mine, I guess we’re going to have to do something about that.”

Luke pulled her up to the headboard, hooping the leather around there and tightening it. When he let go, she pulled against the leather restraints, only to find her hands unable to move from their position at the headboard.

“So desperate to cum, baby? Well, you’ll be desperate to stop after I make you come over and over until there’s no more cum left in your body and you're writhing beneath me. Do you understand me, baby?”

“Yes Sir,” She whimpered out in return, nodding her head as she breathed heavily, watching Luke’s hand as it trailed teasingly down her side until it reached her pussy, a finger flicking up and down it, making her hips jerk up.

“But first of all, I need to go deal with the drug run. See you later, Bambi.”

And with a smirk on his face, Luke left his girlfriend there, tied up to the bed, whining for him to come back. And he would, and when he did, she wouldn’t be walking for days afterward.

[5sosghostwriter]

From chapter two of Vigilante- enemies to lovers Luke fic (with a side of Calum)

⚠️ TW

[gothluke]

pls this is so sweet

[kindahoping4forever]

5SOS: Walk to stage with us

📸 @ryanfleming

[dprtiddiegang]

this christian with this luke

[redrattlers]

5sos in 2019:

Luke in 2021:

[wiiildflowerrr]

Luke's Gang Of Youths t-shirt is currently available on the band’s website: Throwback t-shirt, €25.00