i’ve been gone a while but I’ve gotten back into writing again so i have a couple of announcements:
1. yet again, i’ve published a new story on wattpad but this time it’s a sirius black fic so if you’re into that go check it out bc i’m not tryna be cliche
read it here !
2. i may try to take some requests so if y’all want some good smut send in yo wet dreams (i’ll probably do 5sos or marvel i’m down for either)
my blog was miraculously unharmed so here we are. i’d just like y’all to know that i have a completed luke fic on wattpad called youngblood. here’s the blurb:
June Summers and Luke Hemmings: childhood friends to lovers.
More recently: exes.
June was left heartbroken by her rocker ex-boyfriend.
Luke was left heartbroken by his own actions and the reaction of the girl he loved.
Fast forward two years later, Luke is determined to change her mind.
my blog was miraculously unharmed so here we are. i’d just like y’all to know that i have a completed luke fic on wattpad called youngblood. here’s the blurb:
June Summers and Luke Hemmings: childhood friends to lovers.
More recently: exes.
June was left heartbroken by her rocker ex-boyfriend.
Luke was left heartbroken by his own actions and the reaction of the girl he loved.
Fast forward two years later, Luke is determined to change her mind.
Rating: smut? is it even good enough to be considered smut? who knows
Warning: drugging sort of? idk it’s a potion (i can 100% confirm it is not rape tho)
A/N: i love harry potter more than 5sos so if y’all dig this i’m 100% up to write more also i got a couple of requests that i’ll try to do soon?? idk how to write super kinky stuff y’all
Masterlist
In the almost seven years you had attended Hogwarts, there was little you hadn't done to get Michael Clifford's attention. No matter what, you were just never on his radar.
As a Slytherin student, Professor Snape had you on his list of favorites. You were a good student, particularly gifted in potions, and willing to go to extremes to get what you wanted. Sometimes that was a good quality, sometimes it was not. This was one of those times.
Snape trusted you enough to the point where he allowed you to stay after class to "practice" potions without him in the classroom. You knew brewing the potion was illegal but you weren't about to tell him and lose your privileges.
You gathered the necessary ingredients: Ashwinder eggs, rose thorns, peppermint, powdered moonstone, and pearl dust. Carefully following the steps written in the Advanced Potion Making textbook, you worked for almost two hours perfecting the potion.
Pouring it into a couple of glass vials, you could smell your favorite and most familiar smell emanating from it. That's how you knew it was perfect.
Luckily, by the time you were done, the Great Hall was serving dinner. Most students were already in there and you were hoping Michael and his friends still were.
As soon as you stepped into the hall, you immediately scanned the Gryffindor table for the misplaced Slytherin who always managed to escape the emerald table of horrible people.
You quickly spotted his green hair. He may not have liked the others in Slytherin, but he still showed lots of house pride.Training your eyes on him, you made your way to the Slytherin table, dropping down next to some semi-tolerable people.
You watched as him and his other three mates were joking about, none from the same house. You envied how well he could get along with the other houses despite how he came from Slytherin. It seemed as if everyone, even the other Slytherins, coined you as a manipulative bitch without even truly knowing you.Calum Hood, Michael's Ravenclaw friend, stood up.
Reacting too quickly, you jumped up from your seat, knocking your knee against the table. You were too anxious to feel the pain.
The rest of Michael's gang stood up, and began lumbering towards the exit.
You took your chance and "accidentally" bumped into him, spilling your love potion into his glass of pumpkin juice while pretending to be not paying attention.
"Oh my gosh," you faked, "I am so sorry!"
He shook his head, waving you off, "It's my bad, really."
You smiled at his kindness, internally knowing it was completely and utterly your fault.
"Sorry again," you told him, speeding off towards the library with your homework where you knew him and his friends would never go.
You didn't know if the potion had actually worked until you were sitting in the Slytherin common room with a couple of other girls.
Everyone's head turned towards the stone slab that was sliding open to see who was entering.
Most rolled their eyes and continued talking when they saw it was only the traitorous green-haired boy.
You also turned away, guilt clawing at your insides. You were unable to meet his eyes.
All chatter ceased, every teen's eyes trained behind you.
You felt a tap on your shoulder and froze.
"Y/N," the voice said, "Can I talk to you?"
Whispers echoed throughout the room as you stood up and faced Michael.
He cleared his throat when you didn't make a move to leave the common room. "Alone."
The whispers intensified but you ignored them.
"Uh, should we go outside?"
"Let's go to my dorm," he said, taking your wrist lightly in his fingers and drawing you away from the other gossiping Slytherins.
The nerves in your stomach felt like dragons as he led you passed all of the boys' dormitories.
Michael finally opened the door furthest from the entrance, closing it behind the two of you.
You glanced around the room, immediately noticing the singular four-postered bed. "How did you get in the prefect's room?"
"He and I have a little deal going on," Michael winked at you.
"Anyway," you changed the subject nervously, "What's this about?"
Michael let out a love-struck sigh. "Y/N, I'm in love with you."
Even though you'd always been the number one potions student in your year, you almost choked knowing that your potion worked and hearing the words you've been dying to hear from your crush.
"What?" You struggled to speak.
"I love you so much, baby, will you accept me?" His green eyes looked directly into yours, showing nothing but pure affection.
"Of course, Michael!"
A large smile crept onto his face and he crashed his lips to yours, tossing you both on the bed. As you felt his tongue probe your mouth, you couldn't help but feel bad that he was only doing this because you gave him a love potion.
You shook off the negative feeling–your long-awaited crush was finally kissing you!
Just when you thought you were the one taking advantage of the situation, Michael slid his hand down to your ass, squeezing it gently. You let out a little yelp against his mouth and he chuckled.
You weren't sure how or when it started happening, but soon both of your shirts were on the floor and all you had on was your skirt and stockings.
Michael licked his lips as he stared at your breasts. His eyes held a hunger that made it seem like he could eat you right up.
He began by trailing kisses down your jaw, your neck, in the valley between your breasts. He pressed kisses there, sucking a little bit as he held you in his hands.
Your fingers were twisted in his green hair, attempting to pull him impossibly closer. The sight of his green colored hair kissing down your chest had you more turned on than you thought possible.
"I wanna eat you out," he murmured against a nipple. The raspiness of his voice had your panties wet in an instant and you thought no idea could beat the one he just came up with. "Do you want me to show you how much I love you? Tell me," he commanded.
"Yes," you breathed, "Show me how much you love me."
His kisses were trailing lower and lower, reaching the hem of your skirt. He didn't bother taking it off, rather he just desperately flung it up around your waist and pulled your panties down around your ankles. You kicked them off for good measure.
"Oh, love," Michael groaned, sliding a teasing finger down your slit. "You're so wet for me."
You let out a groan.
He pushed you farther up on the bed, making room for himself between your legs.
Biting his lip, he rubbed a finger against your clit, sending shivers up your body.
Tentatively, Michael stuck his tongue out and licked it. You let out a low moan at the sensation, motivating him to continue. His lips latched onto your clit while his fingers delved inside of you to find your sweet spot.
He made little noises of happiness that rumbled into your opening, causing more sparks of pleasure to shoot through you. Michael's tongue quickly lapped up your juices as his two fingers sped up.
At this point, you all you wanted to do was show Michael your gratitude. For what, maybe not entirely his doings, but he was helping you live your pre-teen fantasies.
You reluctantly pushed his head away from your thighs and he made a discontented noise.
"Did I–did I do something wrong?" He sounded like a child afraid of being scolded.
"Of course not," you told him, "It's your turn."
His eyes widened in understanding, and Michael quickly pulled his trousers down to his knees, allowing the bulge in his boxers to be visible.
You got eye-level to his twitching erection and placed one hand over it. Michael let out a hiss at the contact.
"Put your mouth on it," he pleaded. You weren't about to deny your six-year-long-crush his wishes–you slowly slid the waist band of his boxers down, leaving his cock exposed.
The head was a bright red, the same as his kiss-bruised lips. You let out a little noise of awe before Michael got restless and pulled your head towards his throbbing member. His cock pressed against your lips and you obliged, opening your mouth to him.
Michael groaned, savoring the feeling of the hot mouth around his cock.
You licked around the head, tasting the salty precum. His hands found their way into your hair and eagerly pushed you down further. You let your tongue press underneath his cock, feeling the throbbing veins on the underside of his shaft.
It went on for a while; you would take him almost all the way down, then pull back to where his head was only between your lips. You were about to take him in again when he pulled away.
"Woah," he complained, "If you keep going at it I'm gonna cum and that's not what I want right now." He pulled you back up, pressing his lips against yours once again.
You melted into his grasp, not even caring that you could still taste yourself on his lips.
He walked you into the bed, causing you to fall backwards with him on top of you. His kisses never ceased as he jerked as his cock, preparing himself to enter you.
You pushed his face away for a second, murmuring, "Condom?"
He shook his head and felt around the bed for a second. Muttering a little spell, he responded, "No worries."
With that, he pushed forward into you.
You felt so full and you were happy that it was him that you were full of. You could feel him bump into your walls, and he hurried his pace once he found the thrust that gave you the most pleasure.
"Michael," you gasped when a thrust was surprisingly powerful.
The headboard was knocking loudly against the wall and you prayed the room had a silence charm on it.
It wasn't long before his pace was more erratic and his animalistic grunts became louder. You could feel his member twitching inside of you. He was ready to cum and you weren't going to take that away from him.
"Cum," you told him breathlessly, "Cum inside."
That was more than enough for Michael who, with one last hard push, let it all out. He jerked at least four times inside of you, and you felt his warmth fill you up.
Michael brought his thumb around and rubbed it into your clit, urging you to cum alongside him. You felt the pleasure growing inside of you and, between the feeling of him shooting inside of you and the mission his fingers were on, you felt yourself unravel beneath him.
His hands came up to stroke the sides of your face as you came, trailing kisses across your jaw.
Once you both realized you were thoroughly exhausted, Michael slipped out of you and rolled onto the bed next to you. He pulled the covers up near him and burrowed into them, pulling you next to him and throwing the blankets over you as well.
Wrapping an arm around you, he pulled you tight to his chest. He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.
"Before you fall asleep," he began, "We should probably talk about you not slipping me anymore potions, huh?"
You shot out of his grasp in a rush to sit up. "W-what? How did you--"
Michael chuckled before reaching over and tugging you back into your arms. "I'm not an idiot, Y/N. But it's okay because I've liked you for a long time, too."
You smacked his arm as he continued to laugh and exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me that?"
He shrugged. "Same reason you didn't tell me. But as soon as you tried to drug me, I knew it was my chance to make a move."
"I did not try to drug you!"
Michael raised an eyebrow. "There's a reason Amortentia is illegal, dear Y/N, did you forget? It would've made me an unwilling slave to your beauty."
You scoffed, crossing your arms and squirming away from him.
"Hey, hey," he soothed, "Don't run away. Now I'm a willing slave, isn't that better?"
You punched him lightly. He only laughed and pulled you closer, glad that you had sort of made the first move.
well you sEE … i triED but it was at a time when i really disliked him for no real reason (it’s probably the hair tbh) but i can try again ??? i just have 0 idea what to make him and I’m about to make him a mermaid
DarkAngel!Luke Smut (Part of Halloween!5sos Series except like 2 years late)
Word Count: 2.1k of pURE FILTH
Rating: smUt
Warning: supernatural!5sos, rough af luke i’m not sorry
A/N: this is so dirty and idk if it’s even that good also pls don’t go to a guy you met 5 seconds ago’s house that’s how u get murdered
Requests: open
Supernatural!Ashton
Supernatural!Calum
Supernatural!Michael
Masterlist
A long time ago--like a really fucking long time ago--the angel Lucifer rose up against his superior. God was not pleased with Lucifer's sins and cast him out of Heaven. Those who sided with Lucifer were also turned away from the gates, falling to the earth and blending into humanity as fallen angels. These spirits are immortal, with powers beyond those of normal humans despite their mortal appearances. Only a very few selected can see these supernatural beings, and the only thing that gives them away are the gorgeous, silky, black wings that often protrude from their backs.
You don't really understand how you ended up at a bar on a Monday night, but you weren't complaining as the bartender slid over another martini on the rocks.
"Are you okay? Usually girls only come to the bar alone to drown out their sorrows," the brunette server asked. He was extremely cute. Hazel eyes, curly hair, dimples, and a cute accent.
You gave him a small smile. "Isn't there any other reason for a girl to come here alone?"
He clucked his tongue, keeping his eyes on the glass he was drying. "Didn't really peg you for a girl like that."
"You don't even know me."
"Oh, how I'd like to, though," he responded, sending a flirty wink towards you.
Holy shit. Maybe you'd take him home tonight.
You were about to ask for his name when another body collapsed into the seat right next to you, their arm brushing against yours.
"Vodka, now."
You glanced over at the demanding voice with a frown.
Despite the way you disliked his tone, damn. His hair was long and a sandy blonde color. There was a metal hoop pierced through his lip and danger glinting in his eyes.
You looked back over at the bartender who was glaring at the man, but he still obeyed and was pulling a clear bottle out from below the counter. He slid the short glass towards the blonde.
You watched him down the drink before slamming it back down on the bar. "Thanks, angel."
The bartender continued glaring at the man, an especially mean stare after that nickname.
Without noticing, you kept your eyes on the alluring man next to you. He, on the other hand, did notice your gaze.
"See something you like, sweetcheeks?"
You almost choked on your martini, but you forced it down your throat. "Sorry," you somehow managed to squeak.
The bartender rolled his eyes at the man's flirted and your flustered behavior. "Luke, what are you doing here?"
"I wanted a drink," he stated simply.
"Well you got one. Now leave."
"Ash, come on. We've been friends for how long?"
"Never. We've never been friends."
Luke whistled. "You got me there. Maybe I just want to spend time with this beauty," he said easily, lazily gesturing towards you.
"Piss off, Luke."
"What? Were you trying to woo her? It doesn't seem like it worked since she's practically drooling over me. I wouldn't blame her, though. She knows a real man when she sees one."
You could've sworn you saw steam come out of Ash's ears.
"Get out," he responded cooly.
"If you insist," Luke responded. He stood up from his stool, pushing it back so it was under the bar.
Before he made a move to leave, you suddenly felt his hot breath along your cheek. "Let's go, love." His lips ghosted along your jaw, his fingers feathering across your upper arms.
"Leave her alone, Hemmings," the bartender groaned.
You felt your body instinctually clamber towards him.
Luke sent a smirk towards Ash.
"I think she likes it, bud."
You followed the man like a lost puppy, allowing him to lead you to towards his vehicle of choice: a motorcycle.
"Uh," you began, "No offense or anything, but there's no way in Hell that I'm getting on that thing."
Luke's lips upturned at that in a smirk. "Baby, you're going to be riding much worse later."
You instinctively pressed your thighs closer together as the thought of you riding Luke flashed through your mind.
You reluctantly climbed onto the back of his motorcycle, wrapping your arms around his waist.
You kept your eyes closed the entire time, only opening them again when the roar of the motorcycle sputtered out. Luke kicked the stand down and stood up.
He led you by the hand to the entrance of the building, nodding to the receptionist.
He pushed a button and the doors closed.
As soon as they shut completely, you felt his body weight launch at you and you fell back against the railing.
Luke buried his face in your neck, his lips leading a trail of kisses up your jaw. You threaded your hands through his hair, holding his body to your own.
"Oh, little girl," Luke murmured, "I can't wait to be inside you."
You pulled his lips to yours.
His lips were a little chapped but moved effortlessly against your own.
The doors dinged open and the pair of you stumbled out. You had no idea where you were going, but Luke clearly did.
He fumbled with his keys for a moment before he unlocked the door.
You were going to ignore your surroundings and just down on this boy, but you stopped as you saw the flood of moonlight.
The entire wall across from you was made of glass, and suddenly you realized you were in a penthouse.
Luke held you from behind, peppering sloppy kisses across your back as his hands explored the rest of your body.
"Enjoying the view?" He mumbled against your skin. "I sure as Hell am enjoying this view."
You turned away from the view of the city as he led you over to the couch.
He kissed you roughly, pulling you onto his lap. His hand trailed up your thigh, between your breasts, until it finally settled around your throat.
"Do you like it rough, sweetheart?"
You nodded, leaning your head back against his shoulder. His grip immediately tightened.
Luke's other hand dipped below your dress, trailing over your panties. You arched your hips to increase the pressure, but he pulled away.
"Do you want my fingers?" You could only nod as he switched the hand around your throat from his right to his left. His fingers tapped your lips. "Can you get my fingers nice and wet for me?"
Not responding, you just opened your mouth. His fingers moved in and out slowly at first before he forced them deeper as if he was fucking your pussy.
Your saliva was dripping from his fingers as he pulled them out, sliding them down your chin and across your torso to your clothed opening.
He slipped his hand inside your panties, causing you to jerk at the feeling of his fingers on your clit.
"So wet for me, aren't you sweetheart?"
He rubbed slow circles with his pointer and middle fingers before he pushed you off of him and onto the couch. You mewled at the loss of his warmth, but he only yanked off your lacey panties and hiked up your dress to your waist.
Without warning, Luke shoved his middle fingers inside of you, roughly hitting you in just the right places.
"Fuck, Luke," you moaned, grabbing onto a decorative pillow that you had found while trying to find something to latch onto.
With one hand on your throat and the other deep inside of you, he leant down and latched his lips to your clit.
Your body shook underneath him as he continued his relentless attack. The feeling of his tongue and fingers was leaving you a muddled mess and he was loving every second of it.
Luke didn't stop until you were screaming his name as you unraveled. He pulled away, watching with satisfaction as your body shook and clenched.
The moment you came down from Heaven, he growled, "Get on your hands and knees." He didn't wait for you to listen, instead shoving you into position.
Luke smoothly removed his belt with one hand, tugging his jeans down to reveal his length. You almost gasped at the size, but you couldn't help but feel more aroused at the sight of it.
"Open wide, sweetheart, I'm gonna fuck your mouth." You moaned at his raspy tone as he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips.
You gladly took him into your mouth. Sucking and licking, you made sure to give him plenty of attention as his smooth tip invaded you.
Luke slowly pushed his hands into your hair, twisting it into two ponytails he could hold on to. Without much warning, he thrusted his hips towards your face at the same time he forced your head towards his pelvis.
You wanted to cough at the unexpected invasion, but he had forced himself all the way down your throat until your nose met his pubic bone.
Luke hissed, holding you to him until you tapped out on the back of his thigh. He slid out, only giving you a second to catch your breath and prepare yourself before he forced his way back in. He continued this for a while, cooing about what a good girl you were being and how he loved the way you took him all the way.
He pulled himself out of your warm mouth. Luke watched with a groan as your saliva trailed between his cock and your lips and took a hand away from your head. With his free hand, he stroked himself. He made sure to keep eye contact the whole time, biting down onto his lip seductively.
Suddenly, Luke's hand grasped your ankle and you were flipped back onto your back. He was almost immediately on top of you, the tip of his length running up and down your throbbing slit.
"Oh my, God," you breathed out, feeling his muscles tense above you.
Luke smirked. He had one hand between the two of you, spreading your wetness with his tip.
Finally, he stopped teasing. He slowly sunk into you, a hiss escaping from his lips. You almost couldn't breathe; you felt so full, it was unfamiliar.
You could feel yourself clench around his girth as he slowly began to pull away. He had barely moved out when he slammed back into you. His pace constantly felt like you were being wrecked by a jackhammer.
Luke's hand met your neck once again. He applied a decent amount of pressure before leaning down and ghosting his lips against your jaw.
"Who can fuck you this good?" He almost growled into your ear. "Ashton? Or is it just me?"
His cock filling up your insides and hitting just the right places was making your mind numb. You couldn't possibly answer in this state.
"Answer me, sweetheart," he demanded, rolling his hips harder against you. You felt every thrust deep inside of you, his hips roughly slamming into your thighs with each stroke.
"Only," you managed to choke out, "You."
Luke let out a dark chuckled, "Of course," he said, no sign of exhaustion in his voice. He slowed his pace, bringing his free hand down to your clit.
You moaned, slipping your arms around his back to draw him nearer. They slipped from his neck, down and down unfil they were stopped by something bony and soft. Your eyes snapped open and you attempted to focus in the dark.
Your concentration was messed up by the growing feeling downstairs and you were surprised that you were going to orgasm more than once.
"Cum with me, baby," he choked out. His thrusts became sloppier as he chased his high and his fingers moved quicker as he attempted to force another wave of euphoria through you.
The moment you felt Luke still and his cock convulse, you couldn't help but let go yourself. It felt like shockwave was sent through your body as your face contorted in pleasure.
But at the same time, you realized what was protruding from his back: wings. The silky black feathers were as dark as the night sky and thdy fluttered a little as he came.
Luke bent his head down into your neck, waiting to be finished emptying inside of you.
"Luke," you whimpered, "Are you an angel?"
The boy snorted, nipping at your neck. "Haven't been one of those for a long time." He rolled off, landing on the bed next to you.
"Then... what are you?"
"All you need to know, kitten," Luke began, "Is that all good boys go to Heaven. But I'm no good boy and I intend to bring Heaven to you."
Your breathing hitched at his words feeling his hand snake across your stomach.
"You ready for round two?"
You prayed for yourself, not knowing how you were going to endure his superhuman endurance.
y'all don't even UNDERSTAND how annoyed i am like social media fics ??? tHE WORST. at first they were cute but now everyone's doing it and they all have the same plot it's gross
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