Heat (Stoner Luke Smut)

Hi okay this is shit because it’s the middle of the night and I’m tired but I’ve gotten a shit ton of messages about stoner Luke smut actually mostly comments from Laila but so I decided to just write some (it’s really short but whatever) so yeah here is this, sorry it sucks.

It felt like hours that you’d been awake, listening to Luke’s Arctic Monkeys playlist on repeat. The only light in the room came from a string of twinkle lights above your bed, softly illuminating the small room. A heat wave had been blowing through the past few weeks, and with the air conditioner having blown out, you and Luke had been lying in bed in just your underwear for days.

Today there was nothing to do but sit and wait for the day to go by. Neither of you had money to go anywhere or do anything, the cable was out, and it seemed like there was nothing to keep your mines occupied in the dead of night. It must have been at least three AM and boredom was beginning to consume you when Luke pulled the small glass piece from your bedside table.

“Wanna smoke?” He asked, his voice hoarse from the dry air.

You nodded eagerly, rolling over to turn up the music as Luke fished around for the light. The small bubbler in his hands had become your latest toy, both of you indulging in it far more often than you should have. Being the gentleman he was, Luke offered you the first hit, watching the way your lips curved around the mouth piece with undisguised lust.

The first hit put your body at ease, making you relax into the pillows and slightly forget the heat of the room. You passed the bubbler back to Luke as you blew the smoke from your mouth, loving the smoothness of it. A bubble was so much smoother than a pipe, no harsh, hot smoke filled with ash. Just smooth, cold smoke that made you feel like you were walking on air.

Bowl after bowl, you and Luke passed the piece back and forth. When the lust in Luke’s eyes became so fierce you could feel it burning into you every time you took a hit, he pulled you onto his lap, pressing his lips against yours and parting your lips with his tongue to let the smoke in his mouth drift into yours. With sudden intensity, your caught his lips ring with your teeth, pulling it back lightly until he moaned. All senses were focused on him and the way his hands clung to your hips with sweat but somehow that felt amazing.

It doesn’t take long for the bubble to lay forgotten on the bedside table, Luke’s fingers pushing your underwear aside. His thumb rubbing soft figure eights against your clit before spreading the moisture built up along your entrance, eliciting soft moans from your mouth.  When two slender digits slip inside, you pull away from Luke’s mouth, burying your face in his shoulder’s to silence your moans. He pumps at a steady pace, gentle and knowing exactly how to make you feel good. You slowly begin to grind your hips onto his fingers, creating more friction. Hot, open-mouthed kisses on Luke’s neck as he continues to thrust his fingers into you, edging you closer and closer to your release. 

Seconds later and you’re spent, biting down on Luke’s shoulder to keep from calling out his name as your orgasm floods through you. The heat in the room almost feels like too much, your head getting fuzzy. Luke grips your hips firmly, kissing you neck and laying you down on the bed before standing up and exiting the room. He returns moments later with an ice cube in hand, laying down in bed next to you before sliding the cool block against your swollen lips.

When the ice cube is all but melted, Luke crawls into bed beside you, kicking the blankets to the floor. His arm lays across your waist; it’s too hot to cuddle, and no words are spoken as you drift to sleep with smoke still clinging to the air and 505 filling your ears.


Paperback (Nerd!Ashton one shot)

(A/N): I really like the way this turned out so I hope you do too. Also I’d like to quickly thank Mickie for her input on this. Enjoy!

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I sat in the small café on the bottom floor of my apartment building with a cup of tea listening to the other members of my book club ramble on about who was truly at fault for the deaths of Romeo and Juliet. We were a small group with six of us in total and only two guys, one of which was nerdy, physics major, college student Ashton. I caught myself staring at him as he adjusted his black glasses on his nose and took a sip of his coffee getting whipped cream on his nose.

“Does anyone else have any opinions? I feel like me and Martha are the only ones talking.” Sam, who was basically the leader of our small group, asked. I opened my mouth to spout my theory but Ashton beat me to it.

“I think Benvolio is truly at fault. I mean if you think about he just stood by and let everything happen plus he was the one that convinced Romeo to go to the party where he met Juliet in the first place. He never once tried to stop anything from happening.” Ashton explained.

“That’s one I’ve never heard before. Very insightful, Ashton. Anyone else?” Sam questioned looking around at everyone.

“It’s 8:30 I have to get back upstairs to my kids before they drive my husband crazy.” Anna said getting up.

“Why don’t we all just disband then? Next week we’re doing The Odyssey so make sure you’ve read it.” Sam told everyone as we all began to disburse. I walked over to Ashton who was put his battered copy of Romeo and Juliet into his brown, leather messenger bag.

 “Do you have any plans for tonight?” I blurted out not really thinking about it.

His hazel eyes clouded with confusion but he still shook his head while adjusting the strap of his bag.

I smiled. “Great. Come up to my place with me and have a coffee or tea or something with me.”

“Um, sure.” He said quizzically, obviously confused. Not that I blamed him we had barely talked outside of our book club before but I had been meaning to invite him up for a while, partly because he seemed like a good conversationalist and also party because there was undeniable sexual tension between the two of us that I had been meaning to clear up.

We walked to the elevator in silence but not uncomfortable silence. Once we had gotten on and I reached and pushed the 4 button for my floor he finally spoke.

“I live on floor 5.”

“What apartment?” I questioned him quite curious.

“Number 542. It’s the only one bedroom on my floor.”

“That seems a little odd.”

“It is but I don’t really care to question it.” We debarked from the elevator and made our way down the hall to my apartment 445.

“Here we go.” I said as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. “It’s small but it serves its purpose.”

“It’s no smaller than mine.” He told me with a smile.

“Do you want some coffee?” I asked smiling back at him.


“You can have a seat either on the couch or at the table. I usually sit at the table because that’s what I prefer but it’s up to you.” I measured the coffee out and turned the pot on. “Want a quick tour? There isn’t much to see but you know it could still be interesting?”

“Isn’t it just basically the reverse of my apartment?” He cocked an eyebrow behind his glasses his gaze looking amused.

“Well, yeah but it could still be fun. Come on.” I held my hand out for him to grab and dragged him towards my bedroom. I opened the door and immediately spotted a bra I had accidentally left on my bed. I saw his eyes focus on it for a minute before he desperately looked everywhere else possible in the room before his eyes flicked back to it.

“Oops sorry about that. I didn’t know I had left that there.” I darted forward and threw it in to the laundry basket at the end of bed then turned to look at him with a sheepish smile but the second I was facing him I noticed the bulge in his skin tight skinny jeans.

“It looks like you’ve got a little problem there.” I said my voice getting deeper and sultrier as I began walking towards him. “Maybe I should help you with that.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He stammered out.

“Why not?” I questioned him as I pressed the front of my body against his.

“I um. I just” He couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” I titled my head looking up at him since he was a good 6 inches taller than my 5 foot 6 inches.

“No but I’ve had a, um, bad experience and I’m just really self-conscious about sex in general.”

“What kind of bad experience?”

“I don’t particularly want to go into it but if you really want to know I’ll tell you.” I raised my eyebrows to tell him that I really wanted to know and he sighed. “It was my first and only time so I didn’t what I was doing and she told me I was horrible. It just kind of, you know, turned me off sex and made me really self-conscious about it.”

“That makes sense but don’t let one time discourage you.” I said bringing my hand up to the back of his neck and twisting a lock of his hair around one of my finger. I stood up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Let me show you how much fun sex can really be.”

He swallowed and nodded so I bought my hand from the back of his neck and started to undo the buttons to his shirt while also pressing my lips against his. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Once I had gotten all the buttons undone I pushed the shirt off his shoulder and he let go of me long enough to let it drop to the ground behind him.

The way his tongue was moving inside my mouth couldn’t really be described any other way than urgently, as if he was afraid he was going to rethink this and stop. I had no problem with urgency so I broke the kiss long enough to remove my tight t-shirt and bra. I almost laughed at the way his eyes widened when my breasts were in full view but instead I attached my lips to his again letting my hands wander to the waistband of his pants. I struggled with pulling them down his legs before he finally took over and removed them and his boxers completely. I pushed him towards the bed as I removed my own jeans and panties. I climbed on top of him and continued kissing him before he pulled away.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

“Don’t worry.” I murmured, pressing my lips to his. “I do.” I got off him and reached inside my nightstand pulling out one the many condom I keep stashed in there. I ripped it open with my teeth and smoothly slid it on.

“Ready?” I asked. He nodded slowly and I swung my leg back over him so I was straddling him again and lined him up with my entrance. I smiled at him as I pushed myself down taking his full length in me. His hands were immediately on my hips trying to guide me as I bounced up and down on top of him and his moans were filling the room. I leaned down to kiss him and as I did so he flipped us over so he was on top. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he picked up speed our moans got louder and I felt a familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach.

“Let go.” He whispered and I did. I felt myself clench around him as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I felt him thrust one last time as he too reached his high and collapse on the bed beside me. He laid there panting for a minute before sitting up and removing the condom.

“Do you have a garbage in here?” He asked sounding a little out of breath.

“In the bathroom.” I said, getting up and grabbed a pair of pyjama shorts and a baggy t-shirt.

“So,” He said as he walked back into the room. “Want to go have some of that coffee?”

Can't Help

Chapter 1

Or in which Michael is late for class, baby Clifford spills glitter in his bag, and the professor is a complete dick.

2,018 words

August 30, 2014

Poke Poke.
“Daaadddyyyy.” Adelaide streched out the name, poking Michael’s cheek as he snoozed away in the queen sized bed they shared, the TV on the other side of the room playing Spongebob. The time on the stove read 8:30, and Michael’s alarm on his crappy flip phone had gone off about 3 times since it’s initial time of 8:15.

“Daddy, you need to get up.” The 5 year old whispered, leaning closer to his ear and cupping her hands around it. “You have to help me get ready for school.”

Michael’s eyes fluttered open, his pale green ones meeting her hazel ones. “Five more minutes, Ad.” He mumbled, yawning and rolling over.

“But Daddy,” she poked his back this time, “Hayley’s gonna be here in 10 minutes to take me.”

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Lead: Athlete!Luke

Typesmut/dom Luke

PairingLuke Hemmings / [Y/N] 


Warning: There’s a spanking scene, a lot of dirty talk, and sexual content.

 Warped dance music flooded my ears, my headphones barely managing to stay in as I moved about. There were a lot of perks to being the captain of the varsity cheer squad. Everyone at school knew who I was, and due to my lack of stereotypical popular bitchiness, everyone liked me. I got in free at all the school sporting events, mainly because I was preforming in them, and leniency when I was in trouble for skipping class or sassing a teacher. But there were just as many drawbacks.

                Like, for example, being stuck in the stinky small gym at my shitty little high school on a Saturday, choreographing a new routine for the state cheer competition. As a senior, I’d made captain three years running, largely in response to being co-captain to the dance team as well, and the pressure was on. Last year’s routine had been as close to perfect as they come, winning us state and moving us up to nationals.

                “Five, six, seven, eight..” I count the steps under my breathe, laying out in my head who would be stunting and where. For the most part, the routine I have in mind is clean and simple, but the stunting has the greatest amount of difficulty. Yet, with enough time on our hands, I think we can get it down.

                With a sigh, I pull my iPhone from the case on my arm band, turning off the annoyingly loud electronic cheer music and checking the time. 2pm. I’ve officially been here four hours. My muscles are already strained, my tendons screaming as I take a step towards the gym doors. With luck and some Epsom salts, they won’t be too sore on Monday at practice.

                I grab my gym bag, taking a long swig from my water bottle before slinging it over my shoulder. The walk to the student parking lot is short, but it feels like miles with the halls empty and my feet echoing against the linoleum. As I pass the big gym, my attention is caught by an angry and anguished sigh. My interest is immediately peaked, and I slip through the doors quietly to see who else would be here on a Saturday.

                My eyes land on a tall and lanky figure, blonde hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. It takes me half a second to recognize him. Luke Hemmings, star point guard to Westview High School’s varsity basketball team. I watch him silently for a few moments as he runs through plays, faking right around an invisible opponent and going for a jump shot. The ball bounces off the net, flying to the side to lay forgotten on the floor. Luke lets out a frustrated groan, racking his hands through his hair and pulling.

                Luke and I have known each other basically our whole lives, from kindergarten all the way on up through senior year, though we’ve never been particularly close. We dated briefly in the eighth grade, mostly just holding hands and exchanging a few awkward kisses before moving on to other people and forgetting all about it. Now I only see him at games and parties, and the occasional AP class we have together. But I’ve always had a thing for him.

                In eight grade he was awkward and lanky, completely uncoordinated and taking an extra bus to a math class here at the high school because he was too advanced for the rest of us. He wore those awful jean shorts that reach just above his knee with flipflops and some sort of brand name t-shirt, and all of us questioned how he managed to pull it off without looking like an idiot. Yet, despite his obvious quirks, he was well liked. But it’s nothing compared to now.

                In the four years since our brief acquaintance, he’s captured my attention exponentially. Though he’s always been tall, in past few years his height has skyrocketed. My normal 5’ 7” stature is nothing compared to his near 6’ 4”. Along with that his shoulders have broadened, sloping down deliciously into  an expertly carved torso and a v-lined hip structure. But he’s never looked hotter than when in his uniform.

                The baggy basketball shorts have always hung low on his hips, exposing his toned stomach when he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe sweat from his forehead. His normal quiffed hair is slicked flat against his forehead with sweat, his eyes always focused solely on the ball. But that fucking jersey, hanging loosely from wide shoulders and framing his swollen biceps. And then there’s that stupid lip ring… Just looking at him is enough to turn me on.

                “Are you just going to stand there and stare at me or were you planning on saying something?” Luke’s gruff tone pulls me from my thoughts. His blue eyes stare at me with hard glint, almost like he’s daring me to say something to set him off.

                “I was observing.” I say nonchalantly, removing myself from the doorway and moving towards him. My head tilts to the side, gesturing to the net. “Having some trouble with your jump shot?”

                He glares briefly before nodding. “I’ve always been kind of shit at them, but this season is when it really counts. My grades alone aren’t enough to get me into a good college. I’ve gotta get scholarships, and no scout is going to recruit me if I can’t even make a fucking jump shot.” The look on his face makes my stomach twist in knots; he’s always been confident in school and basketball, but the boy looks nearly petrified.

                With a shake of my head, I sigh and gesture for him to follow me. “C’mon, Luke. Let’s go ice your ankle.”

                “Why would I do that?”

                My heart beat quickens dramatically. My mind runs at a thousand miles a minute, racing to come up with an explanation for knowing so much about him without a) letting on that I’ve been mildly obsessed with him for several years and b) sounds like a complete stalker. “You broke your ankle in eighth grade.” I shrug, glancing back for a moment to make sure he’s following me towards the locker rooms. “I’m at all the games, Luke. I notice it bothering you when you’ve been moving around a lot, and judging from the looks of your hair, you’ve been in this gym for at least three hours.”

                He doesn’t say anything, and I can’t decide whether to be relieved or my apprehensive. The locker room is unlocked, thank god, and I force Luke onto one of the benches while I gimmy the lock to the coaches office in order to get an ice pack from him mini fridge.

                “Your ass looks great in those yoga pants by the way.” He smirks as I return, curling his knee to his chest and placing the ice pack to his ankle with a slight wince.

                I grin sheepishly. I’d totally forgotten I was wearing them, but I’m glad I did. My attraction to Luke is unfathomable, and it’s comforting to know that he finds at least some part of my aesthetically appealing. Though my body is physically fit, I’ve always been self-conscious of my gymnast’s thighs and dirt brown hair.

                My eyes focus on the wall, pretending to read the names of all the award winning athletes who’ve been through our small school. I’m apprehensive to leave, mostly because I want to admire a sweaty and uniformed Luke for just a bit longer.

                Luke’s deep sigh pulls me from my thoughts and I turn to him with a frown. His face is set in a tight grimace, eyes on the floor. Just by looking at him I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his body hunches in on itself from his tight muscles. Without thinking through it, I  toss my bag to the floor and take the final step towards him. My hands work without my permission, massaging his shoulders and rubbing at the knots beneath his shoulder blades.

                “What are you – ow!” He flinches, but leans back against my hands. I grin to myself, watching the look of pleasure spread across his face as some of the tension subsides. If only something different was causing it…  

                “You need to relax, Hemmings.” I whisper, voice low with lust as he clenches his jaw and the vein in his neck shows prominently. My legs cross involuntarily, desperate to relieve some of the tension growing between my thighs.

                Luke snorts, leaning his head back against me while my fingers work deeper into his shoulders. “Oh yeah, and what would you suggest?”

                With an uncharacteristically bold move, I lean forward, letting a hand slither down his chest until I reach the elastic band of his basketball shorts, pulling on it and letting it snap back playfully. My lips press just below his ear, biting down on the lobe softly before speaking. “I think, maybe, a little recreational activity would be good for you.”

                A low groan slips past his lips as my hand dips into his pants, palming him over the thin material of his boxers. “Oh really now?” He growls, dropping the ice pack to the floor and grabbing my arm, pulling me swiftly on top of him as he lies back against the bench. “Why don’t you lead the way then?”

                “Okay.” I whisper, sitting up and swinging my leg over to straddle him. My lips meet his in a hungry kiss, biting down on his lip ring and pulling back on it to elicit a moan from deep in his throat. The sound alone only dampens the space between my thighs.

                My hands travel underneath his jersey, exploring the toned skin before pulling the material over his head. I place chaste kisses down his stomach, shimmying his shorts down his legs when I reach them. With deliberately slow movements, I mouth his clothed member, feeling it stiffen instantly under my touch. My impatience is stronger than his, and before long I find myself hurriedly pulling down the suffocating tight material of his briefs. My eyes widen as his erection slips free, already seeping precum.

                Luke props himself up on his elbows, watching me as I take his shaft in my hand and offer a few quick pumps before licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. He groans loudly, involuntarily bucking his hips in his desperation for more contact. The needy look on his face is turning me on more and more, and just to toy with him, I keep my eyes on his as I take him into my mouth. My right hand works what I can’t fit, my left splayed across his stomach to support myself.

                “Fuck. Gonna fuck that pretty little mouth.”  He groans, placing a hand on my head and pulling me off him. The dampness between my thighs is nearly dripping as he pushes me to my knees on the floor, standing before me with his fingers wrapped tightly in my hair. “Open your mouth.”

                I comply instantly, nearly gagging as he slams roughly into my mouth. My eyes water as he holds my head in place, thrusting into my mouth repeatedly, hitting the back of my throat each time. Strings of curses leave his mouth, his head leaning back as my own moans at the look on his face provide him further pleasure.

                Without warning, he pulls back, allowing me to take a full breath. I stare up at him in confusion, wondering why he stopped before he could finish. “You left the coach’s office unlocked, right?” I nod at his question, watching a near devilish grin spread across his face. “Come with me.”

                I follow the naked boy as he leads me quickly into the office, pushing the few papers and pens that litter the small desk to the floor. “We’ll clean it up later.” He mutters, lifting me up briefly so I sit on the desk.

The space between my legs is burning with desire as he takes the lead, quickly removing my shirt and my sports bra. His large hands palm my breasts, calloused fingers hardening my nipples with a few slight pinches. I moan as he takes one into his mouth, sucking and biting harshly before soothing the pain with a swipe of his tongue.

His lips migrate up to my collarbones as he shoves a hand beneath the tight fabric of my yoga pants, pressing hard figure eights into my clit. When I moan, he stops, offering me a sharp glare. “You don’t make a sound unless I tell you to.”

The darkness in his eyes surprises me. “Wait but I –”

I’m cut off quickly as Luke pulls me from the desk, pulling my yoga pants and the thin lace of my thong down in one swift movement before pushing my bare chest flat against the hard wood. The cold wood soothes the bite marks he left along my chest, but I don’t have long to enjoy it before a hard slap lands on my right cheek. I cry out and another one follows it.

“Not a sound, or you’ll be punished.” Luke growls, the tone of his voice telling me he’s smiling. His figure dip between my thighs, finding the moisture dripping down my leg. “But you like it don’t you?”

I nod, remembering what he said about not speaking. His roughness is a total turn on for me, and completely unexpected. When he told me to take the lead earlier, I assumed he would want me to ride him, which of course I was up for, but this is much more fun.

A finger dips into me without warning, and I struggle to keep quiet. It’s been a whole three months of summer since I’ve had any sort of sexual contact, and his roughness is near painful in the best way. “You like that.” Luke mutters, rolling his thumb across my clit as he slides in another digit and scissors them inside me before halting completely. Feeling him inside me but not moving is driving me positively mad, and I buck my hips backwards into him, earning another hard slap to my ass.

“Someone’s eager.” Two more slaps meet my right cheek before his hand begins to massage the red and puffy skin. His cock presses against the back of my thigh as he removes his fingers, running teasingly along my slit. “Tell me what you want, in detail.

With a desperate whine, I push myself back against his member, desperate for some sort of contact. “I want you.” I whimper, wincing as he pulls roughly on my hair. His request for detail is turning me on more, and I can barely force the words from my mouth. “I want you to fuck me so hard I’m sore for days.” I groan out, biting my lip as he pushes in his tip and halts again. “Please, baby, I need you.”

That’s all it takes before he slams into me, going alarmingly deep. I bite my tongue, trying desperately to keep quiet, before his latest demand greets me. “Don’t hold back. I want you to scream for me.” I moan loudly just from his words alone, earning me another particularly deep thrust.

He sets a fast but shallow pace, most definitely intentional. Luke wants me to beg, and my pride won’t get in the way of me doing so. “Fuck, baby.” I whimper before grinning, grabbing onto the sides of the desk as I prepare myself for the repercussions of what I am about to say. “Is this the best you’ve got?”

“You’re going to regret that.” Luke yells, grabbing onto my hair and slapping my ass one last time before thrusting hard and filling me up completely. A scream of pleasure rips past my lips, and my mouth forms a constant ‘O’ shape as he pulls all the way out and goes back in balls deep with every thrust. His rough behavior causes the desk to slide along the linoleum floor, letting out a loud screech.

The pace he’s set has us both close to release in only a few moments. Luke’s hand slips between my legs to play with my clit as my walls tighten around him. It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts, aimed more toward his pleasure than my own, before I release around him with a scream of his name. He follows shortly after, collapsing on top of my back for a few moments on top of my back, still inside of me.

After a few minutes of labored breathing, he pulls out and steps back, gently turning me around. Concern floods his eyes as he eyes the already purple lines forming across my ribs from repetitive blows to the desk. “I – I’m sorry.” He mutters, leaning down and placing a soft kiss against the dark bruising. “I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.”

“It’s okay.” I giggle, standing up and reaching for the clothing he cast aside. “I liked it.”

His familiar grin spread across his face  and he nods instead of replying to my statement. We dress in a comfortable silence. A silent exchange goes on between us as we look at the papers littering the floor, deciding to leave them there just for shits and giggles. As we exit the locker room, Luke grabs my arm.

When I turn to him, he rubs the back of his neck nervously before regaining his confidence and leaning into me against the doorframe. “Maybe you could help me relax before every game.” He mutters, kissing me briefly.

I smile broadly, both at the gesture of the small kiss and the thought of all the fun we could have. “Of course.” I whisper. “But next time, I’m taking the lead.”

Hair Dye (Sub!Luke One Shot)

(A/N): I’ve been writing this for a while and it’s finally finished. Please feel free to give me feedback! I love hearing about what I’m doing well and what I could do better

The bell above the front door of my little salon chimed interrupting Trudy Martin mid sentence. I paused in cutting her hair to turn my head and see Luke walking through the door, he smiled at me but only briefly before he bit his lip and darted his gaze away, looking extremely nervous for no apparent reason.

He came up and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as well as the usual “Hey babe.” before sitting down and staring off into space. I gave him a strange look but turned back to my work.

“You were saying, Trudy?” I questioned.

“Hm? Oh, yes. So Jane brought her daughter to my gathering over the weekend, which is fine by itself but the girl spent the entire time she was a guest insulting every little thing she could. The wait staff took more than 2 minutes to get her drink? They were imbeciles not worthy of a penny. She even said my favorite sculpture was hideous.” Trudy ranted in her voice which rang with confidence and sophistication.

“Wow. That was incredibly rude of her.” I admitted while finishing her bangs. Usually when Trudy goes off on something it’s incredibly trivial but this time she was actually right and it surprised me. “There you go, all done.”

Trudy smiled at herself in the mirror. She was quite a pretty woman despite approaching her sixties. Her shoulder length dark blonde hair was only starting to get her first greys, her heart-shaped face only beginning to develop wrinkles and her stunning blue-green eyes still looked happy and youthful.

“Thank you very much, dear. How much do I owe you?”

“Um,” I said thinking about it. “Thirty six dollars.”

Trudy fished her wallet out of her purse and handed me a fifty. “Keep the change.” She said with a smile. “You deserve it, listening to me rant all the time.”

I smiled back. “Thank you.”

She smiled at Luke slightly before leaving make the little bell ring again.

He stayed silent while I swept the floor and continued to not speak until I was in the middle of counting the day’s earnings.

“You’re a hair dresser right?” He asked.

“No, I just do this for fun.” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny. But seriously you could like say professionally dye my hair?”

“I can do that, yup.”

“Even violet?”

“If that’s what you really want.”

He nodded. “It is.”

“Okay, how are you gonna pay for it? Hair dye isn’t cheap or free.”

He furrowed his brow. “Family discount?”

I laughed. “You’re my boyfriend not my family. Plus I don’t do family discounts anyway.”

“Aww.” He said, pouting.

“Maybe we could make a deal though.” I said with a suggestive raise of my eyebrows.

“What kind of a deal?”

“I’ll dye your hair if you’ll do whatever I ask tonight.”

He laughed. “That seems fair. Let’s shake on it.”

“As long as you don’t spit in your hand first.” I told him while trying to make a disgusted face.

“Of course not.” He said laughing even harder and shook my hand.

“Okay, let’s go get this started.” I said, half sighing.

- - - - -

“I never realized dying your hair took so much effort. How do you do that every day?” Luke asked, unlocking the front door to the apartment you shared.

“I enjoy dying other peoples hair, is that so weird? Just imagine what Michael has to go through he dyes his own.” I inform him.

“I always knew he was crazy.” He laughed but then his voice changed to something that sounded like he was trying to be seductive. “So, what exactly do you want me to do?” He asked, his right eye dropping in a wink.

“Well, I was hoping you could make dinner for us because my feet are killing me.” I said, falling onto the plush, smoky blue couch.

“I think there was a slight misunderstanding here.”

I turned my head to look at him. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I thought you meant, like, bedroom stuff not housework.”

I burst out laughing and shook my head. “You’re such a stereotypical teenage boy. Maybe if you make a decent dinner you’ll get both.”

“Only maybe?” He pouted.

“Only maybe.” I repeated.

“Okay.” He huffed but headed into the kitchen.

- - - - -

“C’mon, Luke, it’s time for bed.” I sighed. I’d been trying to get him to come to bed with me for 10 minutes now and he just wasn’t having it.

“But (Y/N) can’t I just play one more game?” He asked looking at me with big puppy dog eyes.

“That’s the third time you said one more game.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“This will be the last one, I promise.”

“Fine. If you’re not in bed in 10 minutes I’m coming out here and dragging you in there by your hair.”

“Sounds fair.” He said with a huge grin on his face.

I turned and walked into the bedroom as I did an idea popped into my head. Once in the bedroom I went to my dresser and knelt to reach in the very back of my bottom drawer, I pulled out my sexiest piece of lingerie, which was a black lace full body suit with matching thigh highs and garters, as well as a pair of handcuffs. I quickly changed out of my clothes and laid on the bed the handcuff behind my back out of Luke’s sight.

The door opened to Luke standing there. His eyes widened as he looked at me and I sat up and walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and stood up on my tip toes to brush my lips against his but he wasn’t having it. He crashed his lips against mine and I immediately felt his tongue trying to invade my mouth, I let it and our tongues started to dance like they had so many times before but this time in the midst of it I locked one of the handcuffs on his right wrist. He pulled back with a look of surprise on his face.

I smiled seductively. “The deal was I dye your hair, you do as you’re told. I’ve been keeping these locked away for a while so I decided I’d never get a better chance to use them than tonight.” I put my lips to his ear to whisper. “Tonight I’m in control.”

I pulled him to the bed and pushed him onto it. I secured the other handcuff to the headboard on his side and began attacking his lips with mine. I felt him moan into my mouth as I began to palm him through his sweatpants. I detached myself from him and removed his pants and boxers. His shirt had been taken off a while ago thankfully or I would’ve had to rip it.

I ground my hips against his and his loud moans filled the room. His free hand came up to grip my hip while his other hand struggled against the handcuff and he looked at me with a pleading look in his eyes.

“I’m not undoing that handcuff no matter how much you look at me like that, baby, and if you keep struggling I’m going to tie the other one up there too.” He immediately stopped fighting the hand cuff.  “Good boy.” I said with a smile and smashed my lips to his.

He pulled away a few minutes later with that pleading look in his eyes again and I thought he was going ask me to take off the handcuff but he didn’t.


I laughed. “You’re gonna have to beg better than that, babe.”

“Please, please please. I need you so bad, baby. I’ll do anything just please.”

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” I asked him with a smirk

“Only for you, baby.”

I slid down on him slowly eliciting a delicious moan from the back of his throat, as I did so I released him from the handcuffs and he immediately flipped us over so he was on top and began thrusting. The room was silent except for our moans and panting, I felt my nails dig into his back as I neared my climax and I attached my lips to his neck and began sucking so I wouldn’t scream. I felt him releasing inside of me and felt myself let go at the same time. He continued to thrust through our orgasm but once we were both done he flopped onto his side of the bed breathing heavily.

He looked at me and smirked. “I think I’m gonna have to get you to dye my hair more often.”


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Faded (Stoner Luke fanfic): Chapter 1

Tatum’s POV

                Of all the places I could have chosen, I’m not sure why it ended up being LA. Maybe because it was as far away from New York as I could get while still on the coast. Maybe because people called in the “city of stars” and something about that called to me. Whatever reason, it didn’t matter because here I am, in a random apartment building not knowing a soul. Just the way I liked it.

                For most people, concrete flooring and a brick wall would bother them. Not me. I loved the feeling of my bare feet padding along the cold floor as I made my way to the fridge which for some reason I was hoping wouldn’t be empty. Having just arrived in town at five this morning, I haven’t had time yet to do any real shopping. After 6 days spent cramped up in my cousins van, the spacious rooms of my own apartment feel amazing.

                Part of me is grateful the damn thing came furnished, but for the most part I hate the way it’s set up. Everything is white and bound to get dirty, whether it’s by me or by Mary Jane, my year old cat. Between the two of us this apartment is bound to be trashed in a matter of days. As my eyes scan the room searching for everything that could get destroyed, my eyes land on something that pisses me off more than I care to admit.

                “Who the fuck puts a bookshelf in front of a window?!” Mary meows loudly at my tone of voice. “Oh shut up Mary, it’s not like you’re going to help me move it.” Oh god… I’m talking to me cat; I’m going crazy.

                But I can’t look at the damn thing without having a twisting rage in the pit of my stomach. The joint in my hand is still burning as I walk across the room with quick steps, shoving at the ugly thing impulsively. Why the fuck do bookshelves have to be so damn heavy? My shoulder aches from pushing so hard but the damn thing refuses to budge. With growing impatience, I slam my shoulder into it, hearing a loud pop and then a CRASH as the bookshelf smashes into the ground.

                I don’t know what’s louder, Mary’s yowl at the sound of the scream of pain and rage that escapes my mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ!” I grit my teeth, sliding to the floor with a thump. The joint in my hand falls to the floor, quickly burning out as I grip my shoulder with my free hand. “Ow, fuck fuck fuck.” My arm hangs limp at my side, and I know without having to make an attempt to move it that it’s dislocated.

                A pounding at my door makes me flinch back into the wall. A muffled yet distinctly male voice comes from the other side of my door, “What the fuck was that sound?!”

                The annoyance in his tone pisses me off something fierce. “My shoulder getting dislocated by a fucking bookshelf, thanks for your concern asshole!” More than anything I want to hurl something glass at the door and scare the shit out of him, but I’m in too much pain to do so.

                “Jesus, Mike…” A different voice drifts forward this time before I hear the creak of my door handle turning. “We’re going to come in and help you, okay?”

                I give a brief grunt of approval slips past my lips, not that either boys needed it. Neither of them could be much older than me, maybe four years at the most. Without needing to hear either of them talk, I know it’s the first boy who pissed me off. He’s tall, broad, with a bruise forming on his cheek and a split in his lip. But the obvious signs of fighting aren’t what draw my attention to him; it’s the hair that’s so bleached it’s gone white organized haphazardly on top of his head. “Well if it isn’t fucking Danny Phantom coming to my rescue.” I growl and he doesn’t reply, though the other boy snickers.

                I smirk at the boy behind Danny Phantom approvingly. His hair is a dark blonde, swooped upwards in a sort of quiff. The rings in his face suit him, though the piercing in his lip is my favorite. His gauges are small, but they look good on him. H It’s not hard to tell that he’s a softie inside however. He eyes find my limp are and he flinches visibly. His voice, though incredibly attractive, cracks as he says, “I think we should take you to a doctor.”

                “Oh don’t be a pansy.” I mutter, rolling my eyes and turning to his friend as they crouch down in front of me, completely ignoring the cracked bookcase to my left. “Hey Danny, wanna help me pop this back in?”

                The white haired boy smirks, clearly not amused. In fact, his face remains completely blank as he looks at me. “My name” he mutters, grabbing my shoulder roughly, “is Michael.” With the last to words he yanks my backwards and for the second time tonight I head a sickening pop.

                “I think I like Danny better.” I groan in pain, my eyes squeezed tightly shut as I rotate my shoulder to make sure it’s positioned properly. When I open my eyes, the first thing they land on is the Michael’s friend, watching me with some odd look of admiration mixed with the greenish tint of nausea. “You okay there, blondie?”

                He snaps out of his glazed over look and meets my gaze, a slight pink tint reaching his cheeks. “Yeah – uh – I’m fine. That was just really gross.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously, biting his lip and smiling at me sheepishly. It’s kind of adorable in a lost puppy kind of way. “And my – uh – my name  is Luke.”

                “Nice to make your acquaintance Lucas and Danny.” I nod to each boy in turn, chuckling slightly at the grimaces on their faces at the nickname’s provided. The pain in my shoulder is too intense, and I find my eyes scanning the floor. When my eyes land on the small, white stick on the floor next to Luke’s feet. I grab at it as I stand, fishing a lighter out of my pocket as I place it in my mouth. “You guys don’t mind, do you?” I mutter, not really caring. Michael just rolls his eyes, muttering a short ‘you’re welcome’ before turning around and exiting my apartment.

                When I relight and inhale, I’m instantly relaxed. Or I would be, if blondie wasn’t still standing there watching me. “Do you want a hit?” I chuckle, pulling the joint from my mouth and extending it to the boy in front of me.

                He eyes it anxiously, reaching a hand forward tentatively before pulling it back. “I’ve erm.. I’ve never really smoked before.”

                The statement makes my eyebrows raise. “How old are you?”


                “Well, you’re missing out on all the fun.” An idea comes to mind then. With the way his eyes are traveling up and down my body, I know he’s interested. Older guys always did have a thing for me. But he’s innocent, almost humorously so, and I know just how to work that. “Sit down. I’ll show you.”

                Taking his hand, I guide us both to the floor. He sits crisscross like a second grader, watching me expectantly while I crouch on my knees in front of him. My voice is low and taunting when I speak. “Watch my mouth.” Carefully, I position the joint between my lips, taking a good hit before beginning to crawl towards him. Luke’s eyes widen and he opens his mouth to talk but no words come out. I pull his legs out from under him, sitting on his lap in a straddle, and leaning forward. My throat is burning from the smoke by the time my lips meet with Luke’s.

                My mouth moves against his for a few moments while his shock subsides, but when he gets into it, I’m pleasantly surprised. The smoke drifts from my mouth to his, tendrils of it escaping with the sloppy parting of our mouths. We were carefee, weightless each time our lips collided and time seemed to stop. He was a damn good kisser, that’s for sure, but I hadn’t kissed him with the intention for anything more.

                When his hands hit my hips to pull me closer, I pull away and chuckle at the whine of disapproval that escapes him. When I stand up he is quick to follow. His eyes are already red and glazed, making me giggle. Everyone starts out as a lightweight. “Well, it was fun getting you stoned for the first time Lucas, but I think your friends might be getting worried about you. Time to head home.”

                He nods, clearly confused. I start laughing again, picturing the boy if I’d really gotten him stoned as I watch him walk slowly towards my front door. When he’s half way through it, he turns around. The look on his face is priceless, like he’s just had an epiphany. “Wait.” There’s a thirty second pause between the one word and the rest of his sentence. “I don’t even know your name.”

                With a smirk, I give his arm a light shove as I begin to close the door. “It’s Tatum.” Luke looks excessively relieved, like if I hadn’t told him my name he would never have seen me again. That’s when it hits me that I made a big mistake in playfully kissing him. Oh fuck this kid is going to be obsessed with me.

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Go Hard (Fratboy!Michael one shot)

(A/N): I haven’t written anything in a very long time because I’ve major writers block (ew) and nothings been coming out right but I think I’m finally over it so I wrote this. This is actually the longest thing I’ve ever written so I’m pretty proud. As always feed back would be gr8.

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I could hear the too-loud music thumping from the sidewalk as I got out of my best friend Mariah’s car. I pulled the hem of my tight, dark blue dress down to cover a little more of my thighs and followed her while she talked on the phone trying to convince another of our friends to come just like she did me. Not that I didn’t like parties, I’ve never met a college student that did, but I wasn’t too fond on spending the night in the house of the biggest asshole on campus, Luke Hemmings. The only reason Mariah had convinced me to come was by promising me that Michael, Luke’s best friend, would be there.

I walk into the house and immediately I smell cheap booze and weed, even though the party only started an hour ago most people were drunk or stoned or both and there were people everywhere sometimes including on top of each other. I lost Mariah instantly in the crowd so I started looking for a familiar face, as I was standing there I felt someone walk up beside me.

 “Looking for anyone in particular?” Michael asked, his gaze roaming over the party goers. I looked over at him as he adjusted the plain black snapback that was covering his fading lilac hair then looked back out at the crowd and shrugged.

“Not really, just looking for someone I knew. Mariah ditched me the second we walked in the door as usual.”

I watched as a tall girl in an impossibly short dress walked barefoot to the stereo system and turned the volume up to an eardrum shattering level. I felt Michael rest his hand on my arm as he leaned down to my ear so he wouldn’t have to yell.

“Let’s go to my room, the music will be more bearable up there.”

I nodded and he led me through the crowd to the stairs then to his room at the end of the hall.  We walked in and I felt my eyes go wide at the sheer number of band posters covering the walls. There had to be at least 50, most of them small like they were cut out of magazines but some bigger.

“You’ve got a nice collection.”

He sat down on his bed and looked around. “I’ve got more on my walls at home. All of these I’ve collected since moving in here.”

“How many are there exactly?”

“Last time I counted there was 54 but I’ve added a few since then.” He said. I nodded and took a seat at his desk. I felt my chair bump his desk and his computer screen lit up. A quick glance revealed that he was in the middle of a video on a porn site which caused me to look at him with my eyebrows raised.

“What can I say? Not everyone is like Luke and gets a different girl every night.” He said nonchalantly but I could tell from the pink in his cheeks he was embarrassed.

“I’ve always thought that that would get boring, you know?” I said as I got up and sat on the bed next to him. “A one night stand every once in a while can be fun but I wouldn’t want to do it every night. It would get repetitive.”

“I guess but even once in a while would be better than once in a blue moon.” He murmured picking at his nails.   “Well I could help change that.” I said placing my hand on his shoulder   He turned to look at me a mix of confusion and something like excitement on his face. I took the initiative and leaned over to kiss him. He started kissing me back immediately, our lips moving together in perfect sync. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip so I opened my mouth slightly to allow him entrance and our tongues began to tangle together. I moved so I was straddling his lap without breaking the kiss, one of his hands went around my waist while his other lifted to my face before tangling itself in my hair, at the same time I put both of my hands around his neck.   Using all of the strength I could muster I pushed him over so he was laying on his back with me hovering over him somehow managing to not break our kiss in the process. I trailed my hands down his chest to the hem of his shirt and toyed with a little bit before moving to take it off, once it was fully off I tossed it off the bed and went back to kissing him. He reached for the zipper of my dress and tugged it down teasingly slow, I shrugged out of the arm straps and let him peel it off me so it laid in a puddle on the floor.   I pulled away from the kiss to trail my hands down his bare chest to his belt buckle, I undid it slowly before sliding his pants and boxers off in one motion. Now that he was completely naked under me I stretched up and planted a light kiss on his that trailed down his jaw to his neck where I began sucking and nipping. He let out a soft groan as one hand fisted the sheet while the other rested on my bum. I pulled away and pressed a soft kiss to the red mark before continuing my journey down his chest to his length.   I licked all the way up his shaft before quickly swirling my tongue around his tip and taking him in my mouth. His hand tangled in my hair again as I hollowed out my cheeks and began bobbing up and down. His soft moans were barely audible over the heavy bass coming from downstairs  so I pulled away making a pop sound as I went. I looked at him  laying on the bed with little sweat droplets on his forehead, slightly panting and noticed his snapback had fallen off. I stretched up and attached my lips to his, after a few minutes of kissing I pulled back. “Condoms are in the bottom drawer of my nightstand.” He told me breathlessly.    I nodded and got off him to grab a condom. I quickly ripped it open with my teeth and slid it on him effortlessly before climbing back on top of him. I felt him place his snapback on my head as I lined up my entrance, I watched as the grin of joy on his face changed into a look of pure pleasure as I lowered myself onto him. I rested my hands on his chest as I bounced up and down on top of him. His moans filled the room this time, too loud to be drowned out by the music from downstairs. He placed his hands on my thighs gripping the tightly as the pleasure filled him.   “I-I’m gonna cum.” He said through his moans just as I felt him twitch and release inside the condom, my own high came just after and I would have sworn someone heard downstairs from how loud I was. I collapsed on top of him, completely out of energy, trying to catch my breath. He slid out from underneath me and walked to put the condom in the garbage. I felt myself falling asleep as he came back and I made myself sit up. He handed me my dress  before going looking for his own clothes that I had just thrown around, he found the pants and socks just fine but couldn’t the shirt, eventually he gave up and pulled one out of his dresser.   “Can you zip me please?” I asked him, moving my hair to the side. He walked up and zipped the back of my dress without saying anything and it was getting a little weird. “Is everything okay? You haven’t said two words to me.”   “I don’t normally do this so I’m not entirely sure how to handle afterwards.” He murmured quietly, looking at the ground.   I laughed, finding the whole situation funny for some reason and he looked at me like I was crazy. “I’m sorry, I just find the whole thing absurd. You don’t need to act any different after trust me.”   He was still looking at me funny but he nodded. “If you’re sure.”   I was still semi-laughing as we walked out of his room to find Luke coming up the stairs. “I was just coming to get you.” He told us not looking at all concerned about the fact that we had both just walked out of his bedroom, him in a different shirt me without any shoes on. “The pizza guy is here so I need your half of the money.” Michael nodded, pulled his wallet out from his back pocket and handed Luke a fifty dollar bill. “Thanks. Oh and (Y/N)? That hat looks better on you.” He said with a grin as he turned and walked away. “He’s right, you know? It does look better on you. You should keep it.” “Are you sure?” I asked a little confused about the whole situation, Michael is never not wearing a hat and seeing him without one is a little weird. “Yeah, I’m sure. Especially since I hope to see a lot more of you."