#luke hemmings snippet

[kindahoping4forever]

Luke IG Story

[edge-oftheworld]

they had no business writing beside you, such a mature and emotional long distance love song aged 15-17 but here we are

[maybankbae]

close my eyes at midnight tonight. im not mentally prepared for this mr hemmings.

[takemealivelh]

dead dead dead

i'm claiming benny just so u know

[carryonafi]

hi my sweet baby angel— been thinkin about fonda!luke a lot recently… was wondering if you could write a little cute/smutty ‘i’m so fuckin proud of you’ blurb that takes place after his ono? do whatever you want with it, i know you’ll do great bby <3

only the brave.

luke hemmings x reader; SMUT!!!🔞

a/n: HELLO finally getting to some requests! starting with one from my dear souperbloom 😋 she’s already gotten a few little snippets but shh we don’t talk about that. ANYWAY here’s only the brave featuring fonda night 1 lukey pookie :3

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Luke was always in his element when he performed, but it was always surrounded by the others that he shone. Knowing him, you would have never thought he could have done this on his own. Not that you didn’t have the faith, but it was how often he spoke about feeling alone when he wasn’t standing by his best friends.You were currently standing backstage with him, in the dressing room before his first ever solo show with a full house of guests and the next night hopefully bound to be a wonderful repeat due to the unexpected high demand of the first night.

“How do you feel?” You said softly, the room silent other than the outside noises of the crew moving around the pre-show playlist in the background.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Luke sighed, tipping his head back against the door, he did look sort of pale, but he usually seemed that way.

The look on his face softened a bit once you reached out to take his hands.

“You’ll be okay… do your vocal warmups. That helps doesn’t it?” A weak suggestion, but it was a thoughtful attempt that made Luke crack a smile.

“I dunno.” He admitted, his expression turning back to normal once he really started to think again. You could understand how he felt, knowing him for years and seeing how much stage anxiety he went through even with the others around.

“They’re gonna be watching too, y’know? All you have to do is look up at the balcony.” As much as you tried to make him feel better, you knew that nothing would truly ease him. The thought of looking up to see you and his best friends made him feel a little bit better for the moment, that was until a crew member shouted for call time. Luke’s face dropped again.

“You’re going to be amazing, okay? You always are.” You offered a weak smile, getting one back as Luke leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

He looked like he was about to say something in reply, but instead, he bit his tongue and took the encouragement instead of plaguing it with his doubts. “Thank you.” He said gratefully, leading you out of the dressing room and parting ways once he got to the wings and you left to join the crowd.

The lights went down and the last song on the playlist ended, you took a deep breath suddenly feeling anxious for Luke now as well — but as you said. He was always amazing.

Security walked you up to the balcony, a few stray fans at the back of the general admission floor whispered to themselves and happily waved as you walked by and made your way up to where the others were standing. Michael turned around as he felt your presence join them, giving you a look through the darkness.

“He’s okay?” He asked, seemingly responding to the anxiety taking over your entire expression.

“He should be, just nervous to be up there without you guys.” You gave him the simplest answer possible, knowing how it described the last hour or so of sitting in the dressing room and trying to talk Luke down from walking straight back out to the car… or throwing up. He was very close to both of those scenarios.

—

Just as you told him, all of that encouragement and gentle words to get his hopes up, he played a really good show and seemed to be feeling incredible by the end of it. You left the rest of Luke’s friends just at the end of the last song so you could meet him backstage, and it was the best decision you could’ve made. It was obvious that he needed to see you after that.

He picked up his head once he tossed his last pick into the crowd and headed backstage, a smile gracing his features illuminated by the few and far bright lights in the otherwise dark venue. It was too hard to resist the temptation to smile as well, rushing forward and throwing yourself into his arms.

“See, you did amazing!” You squealed happily against his shoulder, Luke’s heart was racing and you could feel it relax significantly as you stood there and held him for a moment. He breathed out a long sigh of relief, nearly tearing his in-ears out with one hand while the other snaked around your waist to hold you tight. He needed this. He needed nothing more than your arms enveloping his physical worries and making him feel like he just won the Olympics.

“Thank you… Thank you so much.” Luke whispered against your hair, pressing repeated kisses to the side of your head and not stopping even when you tilted your head to look at him. Instead he just went with it, kissing your face until he finally reached your lips. He teased a little, kissing the corner of your mouth which had you giggling and grabbing his cheeks so he couldn’t move. You planted an aggressively loving kiss to his lips, the sensation of his growing smile making it hard to hold it.

“I’m very proud of you, so fuckin’ proud of you, Luke.” You replied in that same tone he used earlier, a wider grin spreading across Luke’s face as he started to walk you backwards towards the dressing room again.

“Don’t think I could’ve done it without you.” He muttered like it was a secret, quickly pecking your lips once more with his hands splayed out on your back so you didn’t walk into anything.

“Bullshit.” You scrunched up your nose, Luke shook his head then turned you around.

“No, no. I definitely couldn’t have.” He played back despite your protest, leading you into the small room and closing the door.

You sat on one side of the small sofa while Luke shed himself of his gear and slipped off his suit jacket which left him in the matching brown vest, your eyes roamed, scanned each little part of his body. His wrists shoulder blades flexing as he tried to rid the exhaustion of performing which was mostly masked by adrenaline. Luke saw you in the mirror, smiling back at you as a simple wave of your hand gestured for him to come closer. He didn’t let a beat go by, he obeyed and slowly approached you.

“Wanna go back home, or sit and decompress for a while?” You asked, placing your legs in his lap and playing with his sweaty curls.

“Mm, decompress. Don’t wanna move.” He hummed, an arm curling under your thighs and pulling you closer to him. Even past the warmth and exertion, he needed to feel you. Your warmth.

The dressing room was quiet, peaceful as Luke came down and basked in his glory of a first solo performance. Usually, there would be some sort of music playing, 3 other guys messing around and celebrating yet another amazing night… but it was just Luke. You and Luke.

“I’m proud of you.” You repeated, catching Luke’s attention away from the loose thread in your outfit. His lips quirked into a crooked smile, the smile that made the high points of his cheeks glow with joy. He thought for a moment before nodding, gently squeezing your thigh.

“I’m proud of me, too.” Luke agreed, the glitter smeared across his eyelids had managed to spread on his face. You reached forward to brush some away, but he took this opportunity to catch your waiting lips in another soft kiss.

Your hand moved slowly on his cheek, fingertips catching the underside of his jaw and keeping him close for just a fleeting second more. Until your lips broke apart, it wasn’t known who did it, but all you knew was that Luke was leaning in for more. His lips were forced against yours again with much more, newfound fervor as his free arm hooked around your middle.

It was nearly silent from there on, just gentle kissing and featherlight touches which spoke more volume than any rough make out session, any bedroom session — the adrenaline pumping through Luke’s veins and the events of the night had him on a high.

“C’mere…” He murmured against your kiss-swollen lips, a pout on his own as he hoisted you into his lap and nearly forced you to straddle him.

“Really?” You teased, letting out a breathy laugh as Luke licked his lips and admired his own hands exploring your body. Slipping into the waistband of your bottoms and watching the goosebumps form on your skin at his warmth.

“We’ve never done this after a show before, please?” He pleaded, looking up at you through mascara coated eyelashes which pushed you to give into him.

“As long as you can make it quick.” You hushed in response, just as Luke’s hands disappeared under your skirt and delicately brushed the soft skin of your inner thighs. He nodded, slowly taking his hands off of you to unbutton those annoying, high waisted slacks that he had really been obsessed with. They were hard to shuffle down with you in his lap, so you decided to help him out by lifting your hips a little.

“Made it easy by wearing that..” Luke gave as an affectionate note, making it clear that the skirt was a good option— a great option.

“Easy access?” You grinned, his pupils dilating at the sight of your underwear slowly slipping down your legs and leaving the underneath to his imagination beneath the skirt, Luke hummed in agreement, his hands returning to spread themselves across your hips and bring you even closer. It was barely possible.

“You’re annoying.” He whispered, his eyes turning soft and desperate as your hips came into contact.

“What? How so?” You gasped, tone full of mirth as you witnessed Luke slowly losing control over being so close to you. Every single time, without fail he was always going to get to that breaking point of desperation and you loved it.

“You jus’ have to look so pretty all the time, it’s annoying — I gotta hold it all in.” Luke replied, moving forward to bury his face in your neck and leave needy, wet kisses on your skin. “Have t’ share you with everyone… they all look at you, baby.” He rambled into your neck, lips and tongue dragging over your skin in a soft haste to get to his favorite parts of you. Luke ended his trail of destruction with one gentle kiss to your chest, right above the center where he rested his curly little head in defeat. Defeat of falling victim to you.

“Don’t have to share me with anyone, silly boy.” You laughed, hands carding through his hair and massaging his dark roots. “I’m all yours.” You said gently, careful of Luke’s fragile mind where he often struggled.

However, you were caught off guard by the switch he took. Luke peeked his head up, pushing up into your hands like he was a puppy desperate for love, but slipped himself inside you in one flawless motion. It left you breathless, Luke beaming with satisfaction as you took him.

“All mine?” He breathed, ring-clad fingers tightening on your hips and indenting the flesh beneath his hands. All that came out of you was a weak sigh of pleasure, coaxing you to sink down further and devour inch by inch. Luke was waiting for an answer, so you nodded and hummed appreciatively which seemed to be more than enough for him. His hips slowly started to move, leaning back against the couch to watch the obscenity before him. Anyone could walk into this dressing room, anyone could see you perched on his lap and know within seconds what was going on under the fluff of your skirt. Just the sounds you were making with each caring and generous roll of his hips had him imagining the scenarios of someone hearing you. It was a low chance, but hell, was it daunting.

“So.. So goddamn proud.” You looked down at Luke, admiring how he had reached and let one button on his vest go to expose more of his chest.

“Uh huh, you’re proud?” He raised his eyebrows, the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing picked up driving you both just a little more crazy for each other.

The simplicity of your nod made Luke smile, knowing that he had taken your words away and left you so focused on the rhythm he had pumping in and out of you. But he was close too, losing control but not nearly as weak as you.

“Luke!” You gasped when his pace changed, he was now focused on chasing his own pleasure once he was secure in the fact that you would be finishing before him. This made it all come crashing down, little pulses and shocks through your nerves, thighs twitching as you clamped down hard and bit your knuckles to keep yourself quiet.

“Hey…” Luke breathed, taking your hand away from your mouth as your orgasm smoothly washed over you. “Don’t hurt my girl.” He gave you a crooked half-smile, his hips stuttering which told that he was there. Right there, letting out that deep groan and leaning forward to press his face against your collarbone as he pumped deep inside you, His curls tickled your neck, slicked with sweat from the activities within the humid dressing room.

It was about two minutes until you each didn’t feel like jello anymore, you felt a smile of post-orgasm bliss creeping up on you which turned into giggles.

“Fuckin’ love you so much.” You sighed dreamily, tangling a hand in Luke’s hair and gently coaxing him to look up at you. The glitter from his eyes was now on your neck, and somehow his nose— you examined his flushed face with care and graced a loving peck to his nose.

“Love you more.” Luke barely managed past his own smile, waiting a few more moments to spare the gentle touches and soft kisses from you. It felt like so long until he could finally get you home… but home was just half an hour away, more of those kisses in a much better environment were waiting for him. “This was a really great reward,” he mumbled, shy like some schoolboy.

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, mindlessly fixing the buttons of his vest and watching as he returned to picking at some loose thread on your top. Luke nodded, giving you the loving eyes shielded by his impressively long eyelashes. “Imagine what kind of reward you’ll get when you finish a solo tour.”

“I can’t even begin.” Luke grinned back, hoisting you up from the couch once you were all situated and ready to face as many people as you possibly needed to. Hopefully not a lot, if Luke was counting right. Security, staff, driver…

“There’s fans waiting out back, wanna go see them?” You suggested, grasping Luke’s hand as you headed out of the venue and strides hastily through the backstage halls. You knew what Luke’s answer was going to be, the hesitance to go back and show his fans some appreciation would be the nice thing to do. However, tomorrow was another show. They could wait and have some hope for him until the next night.

“Nah, just wanna go home.” He admitted, blinking down at you in the dim light to adjust and focus clearly on your face. You were now also covered in his glitter, and it was truly a sight for him. One that he would be sad to wash off at home, but maybe there was more in it for him if he was extra gentle with your cleanser.

[hippolotamus]

Inspiration Saturday 🚂

tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990 @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz thank you loves 🥰 (and do go check out their snippets and boards if you haven’t!)

No snippets today, but a moodboard for the current chapter of you're where I wanna go

+ Bonus lyric: can't stop dreaming of chandeliers (and your voice is all I hear) - Luke Hemmings, mum

no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @giddyupbuck @stereopticons @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @eddiediaztho @thewolvesof1998 @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @911onabc @jesuisici33 @pirrusstuff @cowboy-buddie @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @eowon @ladydorian05 @wikiangela @apothecarose @vanillahigh00 @rmd-writes my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy @welcometololaland and anyone else who wants to (if i forgot to tag you no i didn't)

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

song shuffle tag game

rules: put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

tags and snippets below the cut

tagging: @jeffsatyr @jgyapologism @thegroundhogdidit @zentriii and anyone else who wants!

[lover-of-mine]

Sevenish Sentence Sunday!

I was tagged by @try-set-me-on-fire @honestlydarkprincess @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @wikiangela @cowboy-buck @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck thank yooooooou!!!!!!

I was also tagged by some people to do inspiration saturday but i never do inspiration saturday because unless I'm talking about the wayf fic, I'm just following the voices oskaoskaosk but since I'm writing this bit of it that's actually inspired by the lyrics of the song, I will go with that now. My inspiration is Luke Hemmings voice singing "MAKING ALL OUR PLANS IN THE SANTA CRUZ SAND THAT NIGHT" and it's one of the 2 scenes that started this off and made me call this a song fic and name it after wrapped around your finger by 5sos (the song is not available worldwide but i did upload an audio for a live version here if you're curious). prev snippet.

"God, I miss him," Buck said once Eddie put his phone down and he chuckled. "Tell me about it."  "Can we raid him off camp?" Buck asked, shifting on the sand so he could look at Eddie, who glanced at him, looking amused. "I don't think he would be happy with us if we did." "He'll get over it, ice cream for dinner for a week or something," Buck shrugged, and Eddie laughed. "I can't in good conscience let him have that much sugar," he said, moving so he was facing Buck too while he pouted. "Fine, I'll just bribe him with a new game, or like, a Switch or something."  "Or we could just let him stay at camp for another five days."  "How is that better?" Buck complained and Eddie ran a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know? To teach him some independence or something?" He asked, frowning at Buck, "what else were people telling me to let him go in the first place?"  "That it would be good for him?" He offered, face softening and Eddie all but sighed. "Not sure how good it is for me."

i will tag @bucks118 and @housewifebuck if they feel like sharing <3

[spacesully]

Tips on Writing a Book

(From a writer who's nearly complete with the novel they're writing.) These are opinions/tips that have helped me.

1.) Create a vague outline.

Don't spend too much time on writing out the details of the novel. World-build, create the characters, set up basic themes, and plot. I feel like the best writing comes through when you do minimal outlining. When I began writing The Vigil Experiment, I barely had an outline. I wrote the first chapter on a whim and it felt like the main protagonist was talking to me. It was not until later chapters (5/6) that I started outlining and plotting. I had a clear plot in my mind that I wanted to get down on paper, ensuring that I could identify any plot holes during the editing process. People may disagree with me because they believe it will make the plot sloppy, but that's not always the case. If you know how you want the book to end and the lessons it'll teach, then you have a basic outline. From there, you can write. I like to write with the flow, then put in more plot details through an outline after writing a few chapters into the book. This is just what helps me get my creativity going :)

2.) Practice. Practice. Practice.

People may not believe me when I say the key to writing is practicing it. What do I mean by that? Write short stories! Whether it's fan fics or essays for school, anything that can enhance your writing is worth exploring! Although I don't do it as often as I should, I can't help but notice how much my writing style improves every time I write an essay for college. (Using new vocabulary and transitions that make my writing easier to comprehend. It improves my prose.) I used to write short stories about characters I made up a while ago that have helped me tremendously when it comes down to writing. Practice folks!

3.) Listening to music.

Put on some Luke Hemmings or 5sos related and I'll write for hours. The inspiration music gives me is incredible. Writing a sad scene? Alright, put on some Billie Ellish. The aurora around music has captivated me to write even more. A lot of my inspiration draws from music, not just lyrically. It's the vibe of the music that uplifts me to weave words into sentences in my tales. It's so nice.

4.) Avoid distractions.

This is inevitable, as some of us are prone to get distracted. (Me) To minimize distractions, I turn on do not disturb on my phone for a few hours and put away everything that takes my focus off of my book. Remember to take breaks and be kind to yourself. It's okay to get distracted and wander away sometimes, but don't forget to stay focused on your goal.

5.) Don't edit your first draft. Go with the flow.

I had done this mistake, and I still do it occasionally, but I stop myself before I indulge in it. It's so easy to get lost in edits while reading back while writing. If you continue to do this, you'll never reach the end of the book. Trust me, I know from experience—it took me months just to finish three chapters.

6.) Rewrite IF needed.

If you realize that first or third person doesn't fit the narrative of your story, rewrite! Take your time and no rush to finishing your book. Only do this if you think certain perspectives are a better fit for your story.

7.) Take your time and have confidence in yourself.

Take your time and write at a pace that feels comfortable to you. Take your time and savor the journey instead of rushing towards the finish line! If it takes you years to finish writing a book because of the ups and downs of life, then embrace it! Trust in your writing abilities and avoid putting too much pressure on yourself!

8.) Promote early!

Another topic people may disagree with. The earlier you promote, the more opportunities you will have for success. Once you start outlining your book and have a clear idea of its content, begin promoting snippets and teasers to generate interest. Upload unedited snippets and your journey! I recently viewed a instgrammer whose book is in the works and they've been uploading unedited snippets and their journey of writing the book. Of course, keep it minimal to provide no spoilers, but provide a mini synopsis to captivate the audience in learning more about you and the book.

9.) Create Realatable Charchters.

This is very important! The process of character creation is what hooks people and keeps them engaged in your story. If there's a lot of development, they'll grow attached, especially if your character is relatable, someone the readers can see themselves in. It's my favorite part of the process because I get to observe people on social media and in real life. How can I get someone to relate to my character. I take notes, study behaviors, and even see likeable attributes in people for fictional characters. To help, I do character studies on fictional characters that people adore. Right now I'm doing a character study on Alastor and Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel. So far, this has helped me understand their personalities and analyze how they would respond and what actions they would take in certain situations. Lucifer, with his cunning nature, rarely loses his temper. Alastor, with his hands hidden behind his back and a constant smile on his face, maintains an air of deception to unsettle his enemies. The characters' body language tells the whole story. Lucifer's polite demeanor is evident in his use of phrases like "please," even during moments of frustration, suggesting his upbringing in Heaven. See, character studies can be influential, as you can implement some of these traits into your own. Just don't copy and paste characters, make them unique.

10.) Add as many scenes as you can think of and delete later.

Your first draft is your first draft for a reason. Go overboard, get creative! Get rid of scenes in the editing process.

11.) Have fun!

The most important step is to have fun. Make sure not to exhaust yourself with too much work. Immerse yourself in the boundless sea of creativity. If you start to feel fatigued or uninterested, take a break from your book and focus on something that brings you joy. Come back to it once you rediscover the joy it once brought you. Remember, you want to write and bring your words to life on the page.

Good luck with your novels and writing journeys! These tips are optional, so feel free to disregard them! I wanted to share these as a glimpse into my writing process, in case anyone was interested :)

[edge-oftheworld]

am I the only one who heard ‘sugar coated pain’ for the first time in 2024?

[delphi-dreamin]

Desperate

Simeon needs help that Delphi is more than willing to provide.

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Simeon x Delphi

Warnings: fem!OC, slight voyuerism, pillow humping, unprotected sex, creampie

This started out as just a "What if?" between friends. Then I decided it would be an excellent little snippet for our dear angel's birthday. So, happy birthday, Simeon! 💋

“Baby, I have to go to work,” Delphi chuckles, trying only halfheartedly to push Simeon away. He’s pressed fully against her, pinning her to the wall behind the restaurant where they’d just finished a lovely dinner, while his mouth does absolutely sinful things to her neck, jaw, and shoulder. Goosebumps erupt over her flushed skin as his hands find the hem of her shirt and slide under it, wandering up to her waist. She rakes her fingers through his hair as he sinks his teeth into the muscle of her neck, a low moan escaping her throat, “What’s gotten into you, angel?”

“I need you, starlight,” he breathes into her skin, continuing to place hot, open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. “Please stay with me.”

Still gripping his soft locks, she sighs, “I wish I could, angel. But I have to work tonight.”

The whine he lets out nearly breaks her heart. She isn’t oblivious. She can feel how hard he is where he’s pressed against her abdomen. She’d fully intended on making their date night a full night affair, but she’d been called in at the last minute with only enough time to make their dinner reservation before she needed to teleport to work.

She cups his nearly feverish cheek in her hand, giving him a pitying look. “It’s only a half shift. I’ll be off around midnight. And then, I promise, I will come straight back to you, angel.”

Simeon whines, but nods, his clear turquoise eyes watery with need. He steps back to allow her to move, adjusting his cloak to cover his front. He clears his throat as he adjusts and asks, “You don’t have to go back to the House?”

Delphi smiles, stroking his cheek with her knuckles, “I’m all yours tonight, baby. Lucifer and his brothers aren’t expecting me back until tomorrow evening for dinner. Maybe we can even pry Sol away from his projects later?”

The shiver that she watches go through him at the suggestion forces her lip to curl. Delphi reaches up to press a kiss to Simeon’s soft lips, the lightly sweet flavor of Demonus still clinging to them. He hadn’t had that much, but apparently it was just enough.

“Can you get home okay?” she whispers to him. At his nod, she smiles sweetly one last time and teleports away.

The Devildom Emergency Communications Center is warded against teleportation and summoning magic as a security measure against potential threats. There aren’t as many as one would think, mainly because it falls under the jurisdiction of the Royal Army. But it's still a secure facility, meaning that, like every emergency dispatch center she’s ever worked at, you have to have a key to get in.

Delphi is at the door when she realizes that her key is in her wallet which is on Simeon’s nightstand. She mentally kicks herself for her thoughtlessness. Because, unlike her agency in the human world, the DECC won’t just buzz you in if you forget your key.

She still has half an hour before she has to be on console, so she teleports herself back to Purgatory Hall. Luke and Solomon are at the castle for a few hours, so there’s an almost eerie stillness to the dorm when she enters. She doesn't think anything of it and continues up to Simeon's door, just about to walk in when she hears a peculiar sound.

It's almost like a sob, she thinks. But that doesn't make sense. Why would Simeon be crying? The door is cracked, so she peers in toward his bed and her heart nearly stops. The breath goes from her lungs, her face grows hot, and there’s an immediate throb between her legs that she decides right then and there that she will not ignore. She whips out her D.D.D. and shoots off a quick text to her boss, claiming food poisoning, then turns the thing off completely.

Looking back inside the room, her mouth goes dry. She hadn’t been imagining it.

Simeon is on his bed, stripped of his cloak and crisp white pants, the vast expanse of his rich honey-colored back exposed to the moonlight streaming through his open curtains, his muscles highlighted in silver. The clerical collar that usually sits at his throat is pulled off and thrown haphazardly on his nightstand, threatening to fall off if a breeze were to catch it. He’s glistening with sweat, his normally soft chestnut locks pasted to his forehead and cheeks, and desperately rutting into…Her pillow?

The throb between her legs turns into a burning ache as she realizes that, yes, that is unmistakably her pink pillowcase she sees beneath his hips and grasped tightly in his shaking hand. She’d left it because she was planning to stay the night that night after she got off work, but clearly her boyfriend had other plans with the piece of bedding. She watches, enraptured, as he bows his head and his thrusts become faster, more desperate.

The gasp she lets out, though, when she hears him cry, “Please, starlight-- Delphi, I need you—” is so loud that she’s astounded that he didn’t hear.

Delphi can’t stop herself from slipping into the room and softly closing the door behind her, silently as she can turning the lock and placing a curse on the handle so that they can’t be disturbed. She approaches the bed, resting her knee on the corner and asking gently, “Do you want some help, baby?”

He jumps at the sound of her voice, rolling over to quickly hide her pillow behind him. His beautiful turquoise eyes are blown and he’s flushed with need from his chest to the tips of his ears. His cock, hard and glistening with precum, twitches against his stomach as she watches him with a soft smile.

“I thought you were at work?” Simeon pants, voice smaller than she’d ever heard it.

“I forgot my wallet,” Delphi explains, gesturing to the nightstand where her wallet sits next to his precariously perched clerical collar. “But it seems like you need me more than they do.”

She climbs onto the bed and settles on her knees between his legs with a grin. She runs a hand up one of his warm thighs, watching intently as he groans and leans back onto his elbows, his head falling back beautifully. He arches into her touch as she continues to trail her hand up his hip and tightly clenched abs. Delphi spreads her hands over his pecs as she settles herself on his abs, leaning down to brush her lips against his.

“Delphi,” Simeon breathes into her mouth, gripping her hips tightly.

“What do you need, angel?” she responds, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

He uses his grip on her hips to pick her up and roll them both over, pinning her beneath him. Simeon looks her up and down, letting out an appreciative hum at the growing wet spot in the crotch of her leggings. He runs his hands down her legs, thumbs dipping down to scrape gently at her inner thighs. He sighs, “I’d like these off, if possible.”

Delphi grins, lifting her hips for him. He hooks his fingers under the elastic waistband and slowly pulls leggings and panties both down her hips, hissing at the glistening strands of slick that stretch away with the clothes. Simeon discards them without taking his eyes off her, groaning as she drops her knees, letting her legs spread wide for him.

“Oh, starlight,” he groans, biting his lip.

A smirk still curling the corners of her mouth, she teases, “Can the rest come off, angel? Or do I have to keep my shirt on?”

“Whatever you want,” Simeon breathes, reaching down to slide his hands under the hem of her shirt. She arches her back so prettily for him as he slips the garment up over the swell of her breasts, his mouth watering at the sight of the inky black of her pact marks against her creamy skin. They’ve always bothered him, though he’d never tell her that. It means that her soul is forfeit, she’ll never know paradise if she ever passes. But he has to admit, they do suit her.

He brushes his thumbs over her soft, pink nipples, watching with delight as the skin pebbles and the little nubs harden under his touch. It still amazes him that she reacts to him this way, that she wants him in this way. Never could he have imagined, at the beginning of the exchange program, that he would not only be head over heels in love with one of the human exchange students, but that she would return his affections wholly and without reservation.

He watches with wonder as goosebumps form over her chest, following the trail of his fingers wherever they go. He loves to watch her. Loves to see the different ways he can bring her pleasure, the ways he can make her fall apart beneath him. Simeon gingerly pulls the shirt over her head, laying it beside her shoulder before running his gloved hands down her pale arms.

Delphi takes one of his hands in hers when they meet, bringing it up to her lips to kiss his fingertips before taking one long finger into her mouth. She keeps her eyes trained on his as she soaks his glove under her swirling tongue, smirking at the whine he lets slip from his plush lips. She watches his pupils go impossibly wider with want, only a thin ring of turquoise visible around them as she begins to tug the glove off between her teeth.

As the dark fabric slides off, she watches his breath go shallow and his cheeks darken. She can see his pulse jumping in his throat, can feel the heat radiating from him as he kneels over her. He raises his other hand to her lips, roughly inserting two fingers between them. His eyelashes flutter closed as she takes the digits eagerly, swirling her tongue around and over them and leaving his glove soaked before removing the second one as well.

Simeon lowers himself to his elbows, carefully not putting all his weight on her petite frame but slotting himself between her thighs. He looks at her with pleading eyes.

“Starlight, can I—”

“Please, angel,” Delphi cuts him off before Simeon can finish his question. There’s an insistent need to feel him inside her beginning deep within her core. She reaches up to brush his hair away from his eyes, her hand coming to rest finally on his bicep. “Fill me up. Let me feel all of you. Give me everything you have, baby.”

Before she can finish her entreaties, Simeon claims her lips, drawing moans from her delicate throat as he presses into her. He moves slowly, evenly, allowing her to feel every inch as he sheathes himself completely within her warmth.

“Fuck, angel,” she sighs as his thick tip prods deliciously at the spongey sweet spot deep within her, his movements small but steady, continually hitting that one spot over and over, exactly how she likes. She fists her hand in his hair, pulling him down to her and kissing at his neck and jaw.

His breath is rough in her ear between panting moans and whispers of her name. Every noise, every puff of warm air in the shell of her ear sends a shiver down her spine, more goosebumps erupting over her sensitive skin. Simeon takes her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling on it gently as he continues to rock into her.

His pace is unhurried, occasionally pausing to withdraw nearly completely before slowly pushing back in to the hilt. The slow drag of him against her walls is intoxicating, a dizzy feeling clouding her senses as he slows even further, hovering with just his swollen cockhead teasing the little ring of muscle at her entrance. Simeon delights in her whines and groans, her whimpering gaining pitch as he feels her begin to clench around him.

Pretty violet eyes, glassy and ringed with fuchsia, look back at him as he hefts himself onto his elbows. There’s a rosy flush to her cheeks and sweat is beginning to shine on her forehead and neck. Simeon sighs into her touch as she snakes a hand up to cup his cheek, running a thumb along his lower lip. He kisses the pad of it gently, grinning as he feels her pulse quicken and her walls tighten around his length.

“Are you going to come for me, starlight?” he breathes, maintaining a steady rhythm despite her attempt at bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts.

He smiles at her frantic nod, inhaling sharply at the feeling of her nails digging into his arms as she clings to him desperately. Her legs wrap around his hips, allowing him to reach just that little bit deeper, push just that little bit farther, until she’s coming undone beneath him. She cries out in pleasure, eyes screwing shut as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm, his own peak getting closer with every squeeze of her velvety walls.

“Fuck, Simeon,” Delphi sobs, hips stuttering and hands fisting in his hair. The jolting of her hips slows as he continues to rock into her, his pace quickening until she can feel a second peak forming and tears begin to form in her violet eyes.

Every time with Simeon is different, she realizes as he dips his head down to place a kiss over the pulse in her neck. He’s always gentle with her, always careful of the fact that her human body would be so easy to break. It’s only when she turns her head to capture his lips with her own, moaning prettily into him, that he takes it as permission to chase his own high, to be a little less than gentle with her.

He lifts her thighs to rest on his shoulders, pressing a kiss into the inside of her knee as she adjusts to the new position. Then she looks up at him, brows furrowed and eyes pleading, her bottom lip between her teeth, and Simeon snaps his hips into hers.

Her high, keening cry is all the encouragement he needs to keep going, to hammer into her as hard and as fast as he can manage without hurting her. Relentlessly, he pounds into the spongey sweet spot deep within her, causing stars to bloom over Delphi's vision with each thrust.

“Oh, Simeon,” she moans, gripping tightly to the sheets above her head. “Angel, I’m so close, please!”

Simeon chuckles, pressing another kiss to her knee. “Go on, starlight,” he pants, finding her clit with one of his long fingers and rubbing circles around the swollen bud. He smiles at the whine it draws from her, watching as her eyes squeeze shut and her legs shake.

“Look at me, lamb,” Simeon breathes, smiling as she meets his gaze. “I want to see the look on your face when you fall apart for me.”

His teasing is all the push Delphi needs to fall over the edge once again, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as her orgasm crashes around her. Her walls clenching around him sends Simeon hurtling toward his release as well, his hips snapping into hers just a few more times before he stills, his warmth filling her until she’s certain she can’t take any more.

Breath heavy and glassy-eyed, Delphi can’t help giggling as Simeon collapses on her, nuzzling into her neck with a contented sigh. She wraps her arms around him gently, raking her hands through his soft chestnut hair. She kisses just beneath his ear, breathing, “Feel better, baby?”

“Mm, very much,” Simeon hums.

“Good,” she chuckles. “Now get off of me! My hips can’t take much more than this!”

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will be happy to offer my services as a luke hemmings translator. had to learn it all the hard way, lmao. some songs really feel like the product of their time and the things we were writing as nineteen/twenty-year-olds really wouldn't hit the same anymore. is there bad blood with the ex-members or? you should make luke play you a snippet of disco...we wrote that in 2014 and it's...something lmao. you have way more than one follower on there but happy to keep supporting you. oh, you don't want us arguing about nothing at your dinner table, so don't mind crashing at a hotel. another time?

Any time I need a translation - I’ll come running to you. I feel that - we have songs that are probably never going to see the light of day because it really isn’t what the band is about anymore. Plus then we’d have to give writing credits to ex-band members and that just doesn’t sit right with me. Sometimes it’s just nice to have songs to yourself, isn’t it? You do? Well - at least if I ever get active again on instagram at least I know I’ll have one follower. Thanks, buddy. The bbq? Yeah, I’ll be there. If I’d known that you’d be in town then I would have offered you my place to stay. Luke’s already staying with me - so my place would slowly be taken over by 5SOS.

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Evil Author Day

Hey everyone!! Sorry I’m late. I didn’t know this was a thing until I was already at work for a double today. I’m probably one of the slowest writers on here so I really only have two current WIPs.

This one is “Sky Made of Amethyst” about Luke and Izzy. This was inspired by my many mistakes in romance and esp the most recent one. This is also the fic I told @noshamenion about that features Jamie Benn and Tyler Seguin

     "We don't know many girls willing play against us," Tyler told Izzy and she snorted with laughter. Gemma racked the balls and Izzy took the break shot, sinking two immediately. 

"Stripes," she declared smiling sweetly at Tyler. 

"You boys are lucky we're not teamed up against you," Izzy told him and all the guys cracked up. 

They were halfway through their game when Izzy felt her phone blowing up. Gemma heard it too and managed to swipe it from her before she could check it. 

After Gemma made an impossible shot Jamie laughed and threw his hands up, "ok I gotta know how you two became pool sharks." 

"Our first apartment was above the photography studio I worked for and there was this tiny bar down the street with dollar drafts, a jukebox and a couple pool tables. They never checked my ID so we hung out there quite a bit," Izzy told him before calling her shot.

"The owner's wife would often make some kind of meal for the day drinkers. It was usually carnitas, chicken tinga, something like that," Gemma picked up the story when Izzy stopped to get a drink. She paused, rolling her eyes when Tyler missed his shot. "Eyes on the prize ya fuckin bellend," she scolded him, "I'm not trying to lose because you're distracted by her tits, focus man. 

"Anyways," Gemma continued "one of the regulars used to be a pro and he gave us more than a few tips." She called her shot lined up and just barely banked it in.

"Ooh you got lucky there," Izzy teased her.

"Last shot for the win," Gemma proclaimed before hitting it perfectly. 

Izzy laughed, "You're always so competitive Gemma. Next round is guys vs girls though." She lowered her voice and she got closer, "I need my phone back." 

"No you don't," Gemma told her. "Spend time with Jamie, you look so happy and relaxed." 

"So it is Luke," Izzy sighed. "Just give it to me or I'm gonna tie myself in knots wondering."

Gemma sighed and rolled her eyes, "Fine, i think you're making a mistake."

Izzy stepped away from the group, and unlocked her phone by swiping an L.  She instantly saw a flurry of texts from Luke.

Happy birthday baby, I can't believe I missed it. Where are you?

I wanna come see you, baby please. I don't like that you're hanging out with other dudes. I saw him hanging all over you

I saw Vy tagged you on Instagram. So I know you're out tonight.  You're looking good tonight babe, let me show you Iz

I know I fucked up and you're trying to prove a point but don't be like this, 

That's that hockey player from Texas isn't it? The one you said had a girlfriend? So who was lying about that you or him?

Izzy baby, I know you're probably mad but don't be childish and hook up with this guy just to get back at me. We should be past that petty bullshit, I thought we were doing better.

Come on Izzy Why are you ignoring me? Don't be like a bitch, talk to me baby.. You know how much I like you I don't want it to be like this

Vy tagged where you're at so I'm gonna come find my girl. Idk who I gotta deal with, you're not going home with anyone but me

Izzy felt the blood rushing to her face and pounding in her ears. Gemma's voice played in her head on repeat, "selfish, selfish, selfish," as Izzy realized Luke still hadn't apologized. He was, as always, worried he wouldn't get what he wanted rather than putting Izzy's feelings first. If he couldn't make her a priority on her birthday then he never would. 

Don't you dare show up here. I'm not hooking up, I'm having fun, I know you might not understand that concept. We made plans Luke, and you stood me up. For our first "real date" even...ON…. MY….BIRTHDAY. Don't you dare turn around and make me seem like I'm the bad person for going out with my friends. You could've been here with us but you couldn't be bothered. Not only that you haven't even said you're sorry so GET FUCKED!!!

Izzy hit send and went to shove her phone into her dress pocket but almost dropped it because her hands were shaking. Gemma, who'd been watching her, was at her side in a flash, "you ok Izzy? Do you need to get some air? Take a minute?" 

Izzy took a deep breath and looked over where Saul had teamed up with Tyler to take on the other two hockey players. Jamie was next to Vy, cheering from the sidelines while keeping a discreet eye on the two girls. Izzy couldn't help but stare at his strong legs, broad chest and easy smile. 

"I think Luke might have done me a favor really," Izzy swooned and Gemma couldn't agree more, even if she knew her friend didn't entirely mean it. Izzy silenced her phone and handed her it to Gemma. 

"I don't want to be that person tonight. I'm tired of this shit. Hang onto this for awhile, and I'll tell you when I need it back.," Izzy told her, pushing Luke out of her mind as best she could.

She walked back over to Jamie suddenly feeling very shy. Izzy stood off to the side a bit so he leaned down to talk to her, "Are you ok? Do you need to go? Do you want to sit down?"

"No I'm good," Izzy told him.

"Maybe we can talk later, let's see who wins this game then it's girls vs boys right?" Jamie stood behind her and pulled her back into him so she leaned her head against his chest and his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Izzy relaxed into him and he pressed a kiss onto the top of her head making her giggle. 

Gemma took the opportunity to check her own phone.

Maybe we can talk later, let's see who wins this game then it's girls vs boys right?" Jamie stood behind her and pulled her back into him so she leaned her head against his chest and his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Izzy relaxed into him and he pressed a kiss onto the top of her head making her giggle. 

Gemma took the opportunity to check her own phone.

Looks like we're both on babysitting duty tonight, you with Izzy and me with Luke. I hope Izzy is having more fun. Luke is an absolute mess.

Good! He fucking deserves this, I'm sorry your night is going to shit, but I've got no sympathy for him.

He wants me to bring him to Tia's so he can talk to Izzy, but those are some pretty big dudes hanging with you guys, even I feel a bit threatened.

Hahaha don't... I'm having fun and kicking ass at pool but I wish you were here. I'll definitely be by later so wait up

Oh trust me darling, I plan on fucking you until you forget how to spell hockey

Ooh you're so cute when you're jealous

Well you're cute all the time so I gotta keep my guard up. At least until everyone knows about us

Patience sweetheart, I gotta go play but please don't bring Luke here. I will personally beat his ass and then have sex with you next to the broken hull that was once his body.

"Whatcha doing," a voice behind her made her jump.

Gemma spun around to see Tyler with a smirk, "you gotta quit doing that," she scolded him.

"Not a chance," he laughed before his face went serious. "I don't want to be nosy, but what's the deal with Izzy? She's mad at her boyfriend and Jamie is revenge? I hope that's not what this is, she seems like a nice girl…"

"So why are you in their business?" Gemma snapped. "Jamie is a big boy, can't he handle himself?" 

"Ok listen," Tyler hissed back. "He's very very recently single, in fact we're here in part for this charity event and partly because Lily's moving out of his house this week." Gemma was taken aback and he softened his tone. " He's still hurting and dealing with a lot of shit, but I think he likes Izzy. I'd hate for him to get led on if she's already got a man."

Gemma rubbed her temples, "she doesn't have a man, she has a Luke. A selfish prick who stood her up on her birthday after making a big deal out of making plans. Maybe both of them just need to be around someone who knows what they're dealing with."

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Inspiration Saturday!

I was tagged by @prince-buck-diaz thank you baby 🩷🩷

I don't really do inspiration saturday because mostly I just write with no plan but since this is technically a song fic (very technically) (snippets here here and here) I think that sharing the song counts kspakapakapaka so here's a live version (because 5sos live is the superior experience and it's the mp3 I have on my phone since this song is not available worldwide) of the song that started it all and it's the love of my love.

I also low-key have a thousand wayf aesthetic pictures savedvon my phone so here are some the fit the vibe I'm going for the flashbacks.

Here's also a bit that's actually inspired by the lyrics of the song just for fun.

The place was beautiful at night. Breathtaking really. There weren't enough lights around so they could actually see some stars for a change, the moon, not quite full but almost there, was reflecting on the waves that looked black and lighting up the night just enough. And Eddie looked beautiful under it. He was quite a vision with flushed cheeks, tousled hair that was just getting long enough to look messy, and that smile. At that moment it felt like Buck would do anything to keep him laughing like that.

(in the 5sos fandom we have the tag "gratuitous descriptions of luke hemmings" and if I keep going the way I'm going I'm gonna have to tag this "gratuitous descriptions of eddie diaz")

I'm also making it a game for myself to add as many 5sos references possible just for fun kspkspak

It's late, I don't know who to tag so I won't tag anyone.