5 seconds of summer au

High Rollers

Originally posted by peacehemmo96

New 5sos Series

Request: No

Rating: R; includes drugs, alcohol, sex, and violence 

A/N: I almost named this series “Get Ya Doe Up “ a song by Sk8 Maloley

     It was too cold for any one of them to be outside. Michael was bundled up from head to tow in warm clothes. Luke seeming to be immune to the frigid weather and only wearing a long sleeved flannel shirt, torn jeans and a beanie. The two were leaning up against a brick wall, cigarettes hanging from their lips as they waited on the other two boys. Neither of them had any idea idea on why Ashton called to meet up, but here they were now; freezing their asses off and waiting.

Luke had of course been the first person to show up. He was always on time like his parents raised him to be. Michael had of course been the second to arrive. He knew that if he stayed inside then he would have surely fell back to sleep. At least two of them knew the concept of time. It was quiet except for the sound of the cars going by and the gust of wind flowing through. “You know what this is about?” Luke questioned, pulling the cigarette from his lips and blowing out a puff of smoke. Michael shook his head in response. It was too late for them to be meeting and he was a person who values their sleep.

“Whatever it is they better hurry the fuck up,” Michael mumbled after some silence. His voice sounded hoarse, more gruff than anything. Just in the nick of time Ashton’s car rolled up to the curb. Ashton was wearing sunglasses and it looked as if he had been running his hands through his hair repeatedly. In the backseat of the car Calum was passed out asleep. 

“Get in!” Ashton yelled instead of greeting them. Michael and Luke shared a look of confusion. Ashton was usually a lot more polite than how he was acting now. The two boys walked towards the car and Luke claimed the front seat as Michael slid into the back next to Calum. 

“What took you so long?” Michael yawned. Ashton pointed towards Calum, who was still passed out and snoring away. Ashton pulled off and started to drive to who knows where. After about ten minutes he pulled into the parking lot of a strip club. 

“You woke us up at 2 am to see some ass?” Luke asked, glaring at Ashton like he was crazy. 

“We’re not seeing the girls. Freddy’s letting us use the basement,” Ashton replied, “Wake him up.” He turned the car off and Michael began to shake Calum violently. Calum tended to be a hard sleeper. After two shakes and Michael yelling, Calum finally woke up. 

“What the hell man!?!” Calum grumpily yelling. He pushed Michael away then glared at him with squinted eyes. Calum looked out the window then smirked, “Oh interesting place spot to choose.” Ashton rolled his eyes then took the keys out the ignition. Once they were out he exited the car and the rest of the guys followed in pursuit. Ashton had been extremely quiet on the ride over and he still seemed to be hiding something. The strip club was loud. Music blasting from the speakers and cheers of the customers, most of them being men. It smelled of cheap alcohol and perfume. Girl’s were walking about half naked, some carrying trays of food and others up stage on the pole. The four of them weaved their way through the crowd, slipping past a few girls that were heading out to the floor. 

“Hey Mikey!” one of them purred, earning a wink from their favorite customer. “Here for another private session?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his torso in a hug. 

“Mhm not today sweetheart…been called here to talk business,” he said. The girl pouted at his words. She was about to protest until she was interrupted. 

“Michael!” Calum shouted, grabbing the boy’s attention. Calum nodded his head in a ‘let’s go’ motion.

“Duty calls,” he smirked, kissing the girl on her cheek in goodbye. Ashton had led them to a door and standing in front of it was the owner of the club, Freddy.

“Thanks for letting us use the basement,” Ashton said, grabbing the key from Freddy. 

“Hey no problem. Just don’t break anything alright? Ya break it, ya pay it,” Freddy patted Ashton on the shoulder then left the guys to do their thing. After he left Ashton unlocked the door and hurried the guys inside. Once they went through the door, he looked around for a split second then closed the door shut behind him. The basement was stuffy and dark. Luke’s hand ran along the wall in search of a light switch. Finally his hand touched the switch and he flicked on the lights. The basement had to stretch along the whole place. A few rooms scattered around as if the place was meant for an office. 

“Alright, you dragged us all the way out here…what for? Spill the beans.” Luke said trying to pry the words out of Ashton. He plopped down on an old sofa that was planted near the wall. Michael and Calum sat down next to him and each one of the boys looked at Ashton in curiousness. Ashton grabbed a chair and turned it around so that he was sitting in it backwards. He licked his lips and then with much seriousness said. 

“I want to rob a bank.” 

Calum was the first to laugh, then Luke, and then Michael. All three of the boys were in a fit of giggles. It was when they noticed Ashton wasn’t laughing that they stop laughing themselves. “Are you being serious?” Calum asked, eyebrows furrowing at his friend. 

“Does it look like I’m laughing?” Ashton said. They all went quiet. Not sure what to think. “Haven’t you ever though about it?” Ashton continued on. “What have we been doing since graduation? Jack shit that’s what,” he spat, “I’m working a measly minimum wage job for only twice a week. That’s chump change.” Ashton seemed to be really pissed and though he looked calm on the outside the guys could tell her was livid. “Michael, you sell weed; that doesn’t get you much. Calum bar tends, and Luke…Luke, you tutor kids in fucking math! Guys let’s rob a bank,” Ashton nearly whined. They were so shocked at what he was saying that none of the guys said anything. Ashton sounded crazy. 

“I don’t just sell weed I’m an entrepreneur,” Michael corrected. 

“Entrepreneur my ass,” Luke chuckled, making everyone else laugh. Their laughter died down and Ashton looked at them with hopeful eyes. Were they actually going to consider robbing a bank? Ashton brought up some great points. They were barely making enough to pay rent. So far they’ve done nothing with their lives. 

“I’m not saying I agree to it, but what makes you think we could rob a bank? Let alone get away with it?” Calum asked. The other two nodded in agreement.

“It couldn’t be that hard. We just have to come up with a full proof plan and make sure no one gets hurt.” Ashton chewed on the bottom of his lip. “Fuck you’re right it’s a stupid idea.” He second guessed himself. 

“Maybe we should start by robbing a gas station first?” Luke suggested, “Then work our way up to the bank.” Michael and Ashton looked at Luke in surprise. They expected him to be the first to brush the idea off and knock some sense into them. “What?” It wasn’t a bad idea and Ashton’s right. Tutoring doesn’t really do anything to fill my wallet.” They each shared a look, silently questioning if they really wanted to go through with this plan. 

“I’m in,” Michael spoke up, earning a smile from Ashton. 

“Yeah sure. This is a crazy idea, but I’m in too,” Luke said. Now it was Calum’s decision. Each one of the guys starting at Calum in question. 

“We could get arrested and do some serious jail time,” Calum stated. “But there’s also the thought of making bank.” Calum was mentally wrestling with himself. He knew this was wrong, but he also felt that it would be right. “Shit…Fine I’m down,” he sighed, the guys cheering in response. Now that everyone was on the same page they had to set up a plan. Silence fell between them and they could hear the muffled sounds of the music playing from upstairs. 

“I’ve made a deal with Freddy, so this basement is ours for whatever it is we do,” Ashton said, “We just can’t bring cops into his place.” 

“We should have code names,” Luke suggested, “That way none of this could be traced back to us or here.” Calum nodded in agreement. They had to think this through carefully. What they were about to do was risky. The early morning being filled with plans on how they were going to go about it all. Any wrong move and they could get caught. 


happy new year! sorry for not posting anything new in so long, i’ve been super busy with school and the holidays, but i managed to find some time over the past few days to write this one. enjoy!


ashton irwin & y/n
word count - 3883
warnings - sexual content, language


You were already regretting the words you had let slip out of your lips.

“You’re joking right?” Ashton asked. “You have to be joking.”

You couldn’t read his tone; and if he was about to start mocking you, you really weren’t in the mood.

“Just forget I said anything,” you said. You attempted to clamber to your feet; but before you even really had the chance to move, Ashton grabbed your wrist.


“Ash,” you said, trying to sound as stern as possible. “I said forget it.”

He held your gaze for a moment, before his face broke into a grin. “Seriously Y/N, where the hell have you been finding the guys you’ve been fucking?”

You thumped him on the arm. “Ashton!”

“What?” he laughed. “I just want to know where my best friend has been picking up these losers that haven’t been able to make her cum.”

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Locked Out // Calum Hood AU Smut

I’m on an AU kick right now okay??? I asked, you answered, and you shall receive. Here’s some straight up AU smut for you because you wanted it. I’m a little out of practice with writing smut but I don’t think this is that awful. Inspired by this post. Feedback is always awesome and requests are open so shoot me some messages! xoxo

Summary: You thought you were in for a casual night in, but your hot neighbor seems to have locked himself out of his apartment. In his underwear. And he’s knocking on your door asking to come in until the landlord answers his phone calls. And he’s in his underwear. In your apartment.

Warnings: This is straight up smut like don’t read if you’re a child okay thanks.

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* for smut

Luke Hemmings:

Bestfriends:  Part One Part Two 

Stefan Salvetore:

  Second Chance

Harry Styles:


Flirting (picture)

Finally Famous*


Spencer Reid:


Valentines Day

My wattpad story

Watching (picture)

Im back (picture)

Call (picture)

Encouragement (picture)

Polite (picture)

Unexpected (picture)

Official  (picture)

Penny G help (picture)

Comfort (picture)

Attention (picture)

On your mind (picture)

In Love  (picture)

Matthew Gray Gubler:

Set (picture)

So thats all of the ones I could find. It took me such a long time to do this but I wanted to make it easier on you guys and I had a few people asking me! 

Love you guys! 

Preference #58: You Catch Him Masturbating

Warning: Contains Some Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

Calum: You weren’t really sure what you were hearing. Calum’s low grunts sounded muffled behind the door. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you tried to hold in your gasp. “Ah fuck,” Calum moaned out, you could hear a high pitched moan echo around the room and your mind raced as the worst came to mind. Calum moaned again and you realized you couldn’t stand there and listen to him cheat on you any longer. You pushed the door open in anger only to find Calum in the room by himself watching porn. Calum jumped in surprise, immediately hiding his hard on. “Oh-my. I’m s-sorry I just thought…” you stuttered out, your hands covering your face in embarrassment. The sounds of porn was still playing and you had to stifle your laughter. “I thought  you weren’t going to be home for another hour?” Calum asked, ignoring what was playing on his laptop and focusing on you. “Can you turn that off?” you questioned, feeling slightly uncomfortable at his choice of porn. He hit the pause button and reached out for his boxers. You leaned against the door frame with crossed arms. “The appointment ended early,” you told him with a sigh. You chewed on your bottom lip then shook your head. “I’m gonna start on dinner…you can continue with that.” Calum gave you a sheepish smile, placing two fingers to his forehead and waving it forward in a goodbye. This wasn’t something he wanted to discuss with you right now, glad that you had adverted the conversation to something else. 

Ashton: It had been so long since Ashton had gotten some release. You had been away on a business trip for about a week now and Ashton was starting to miss you desperately. He was sat on the bed, hand slowly stroking at his length. Ashton was trying to imagine it was you. His eyes closed as he imagined your naked body hovering over him. Ashton’s thumb swirled around the head of his length as if it was your tongue. He was working himself up so much. Chest rising at a steady rhythm as his strokes picked up the pace. “Fuck baby just like that,” Ashton hummed, picturing your lips wrapping around his length. Unbeknownst to Ashton you had arrived home early. In an attempt to surprise him for his birthday. He was too busy caught up in pleasuring himself to hear you come home. Headphones in, eyes closed, and working on reaching his release. “Ashton!’ you exclaimed, skipping into the room only to come to a skidded halt. He had heard your call through the headphones, eyes snapping open in surprise. You bit onto your bottom lip, trying to hide the grin that was spreading out across your face. “You couldn’t wait for me uh?” you questioned, eyes trailing down to his hard length. Ashton pulled at his headphones and smiled up at you. “Well are you going to come help me or what? I miss you baby girl,” Ashton said, beckoning you over. You sauntered over to him, ready to give Ashton the blowjob he had been imaging about. 

Michael: “Holy shit, sorry I didn’t mean to-are you?” your eyes were wide as you tried hard not to look at Michael’s length. You weren’t expecting to walk in on him masturbating. His face scrunched up in pleasure and hand stroking at his length at a rapid pace. You had walked in at the wrong time. Michael’s moans were loud as he came. His load coming out in three hot spurts and landing on his stomach. What made the whole thing awkward was the fact that Michael had held eye contact with you as he came. The lust in his eyes had faded into embarrassment as he realized what had just happened. “Geez, Y/N ever heard of knocking?” Michael huffed, grabbing a pillow from behind him and covering his now flaccid length. Michael reached out for a tissue and tried to clean up his load as discreetly as he could. You were too much in shock to notice, but somehow felt your skin burn when you realized Michael had moaned your name when he came. Of course it was out of shock from you walking in on him, but it sounded so hot to hear him say it. To hear him moan and whine it. “If you wanted a show all you had to do was ask,” Michael joked, tossing the tissue box at you to get your attention. You quickly dodged the box and shot him a glare. “Next time you want to masturbate quiet your moans.  You sound like a dying whale,” you replied in a joking manner. Michael smiled with a roll of his eyes. “Well can you get out so I can ya know?” he said, gesturing down to his naked body. You quickly nodded, head dropping low as you left the room. You couldn’t help but to feel aroused. Sexual feelings for your best friend starting to cloud your mind. 

Luke: He was a fumbling mess. Cheeks red as the heat from his arousal spread throughout his body. Luke couldn’t get his mind to focus on the porn playing in front of him. His mind tracing back to the images of you in the shower. You had been on Luke’s mind for months now. He was craving your body and touch. His desire for you only growing by the second. Luke’s hand was stroking at his length. The hardened mass was covered in lube making each stroke slick as can be. Luke’s mouth parted and small whimpers left his lips as he reached down to play with his balls. He was in the zone, head falling back as the pleasure overtook him and your name left his lips in hushed whispers. “Hey, Luke I was thinking we should check out this new res-” your words trailed off as you came to a stop in front of him. Eyes wide in shock at what you had just walked in on. “Y/N?” Luke questioned in surprise, quickly placing his length back into his boxers. This didn’t help one bit, the tent in his boxer briefs growing even more as he looked at you. “Wow,” you said slowly, trying to wrap your mind around what was occurring. “Didn’t think you still masturbated. That’s like high school ain’t it,” you chuckled, wiggling your eyebrows at him in amusement. “Everyone does it alright,” Luke whined, “A man’s got needs.” You smirked at his words, the tension in the room becoming thick. “You know you could have just asked,” you sang out, walking away from Luke in tease. “Well then can you help me now?” Luke called out after you. “Y/N!” he shouted in a whine. You wanted to make him beg for a bit eventually coming back to fulfill his needs. 

Notorious | pt.12

Warning: Swearing, Violence, Gun Violence, Fluffish, Death, Emotional stuff, PLOT TWIST. 


Word Count: 6,487

A/N: Well… It’s here. I’m sorry in advance. (Also, sorry it rambles a bit) 

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight

Part Nine // Part Ten // Part Eleven 

You sat on the edge of the bed with your knees brought up to your chest, sinking your teeth into the skin around your chipped polished nails. You had been staring at the carpet for too long that your vision had become blurry and out of focus, all while you remained lost somewhere in your own thoughts. 

Calum sat quietly beside you, his left leg jumping up and down out of nervousness, he had his right hand placed on his other knee as he picked at the loose fray that stuck out from his trousers and stared at the wall in front of him. He was trying to stay quiet, but inside he was dying to speak up and apologise to you. But his pride always got the better of him. 

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Once a Frat Boy, Always a Frat Boy. | Calum Hood - Master List.

Summary: In which a new student, (Y/N), finds herself becoming the toy to popular frat boy Calum Hood. The only problem is that (Y/N) was warned about Calum her first day on campus, and Calum just so happens to be dating (Y/N)’s best friend, Callie Mitchell. She hates him. She hates him more than she’s hated anyone ever before; however, she can’t help the growing feeling inside of her stomach after she finds out some very interesting things about Calum that no one had ever known before.

A/N: This is an ongoing series! However, I would like to get some feedback! If anyone has any kind of ideas or comments to be made, please feel free to send an ask to let me know how well you’re enjoying this series (if you are).

  1. Chapter 1.
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  3. Chapter 3.
  4. Chapter 4.
  5. Chapter 5.
  6. Chapter 6.
  7. Chapter 7.
  8. Chapter 8.
  9. Chapter 9.
  10. Chapter 10.
Rekindled // Luke Hemmings AU

It me, back again with some shitty writing. This one was inspired by this post and was super fun to write. Always appreciate a good reblog/like and any feedback that you have! I’m also open to requests for AUs/prefs/blurbs/anything really, so feel free to send those my way if you have any! xoxo

Summary: You’re trapped in a conversation about the importance of clean eating at a bar and you pretend to know a random guy to get out of it. It just so happens that you knew that random guy in kindergarten and oh, wow, did he get hot…

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Rain Will Make the Flowers Grow (Luke Hemmings Imagine)

Summary:  Y/N passed away, and Luke can’t cope with the loss of the love of his life.  But there was this saying Y/N would say “The rain will make the flowers grow” from her favorite show Les Miserables.  Luke never got the meaning of it until she was gone.

Requested: no

Warnings: grieving, death, loss, depression

A/N:  I’ve been listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack the past few days and I can not stop listening to “Little Fall of Rain”.  It’s so beautiful and heart breaking, and I just fell in love with the words Eponine would use “The rain will make the flowers grow.”    This is not edited, I apologize! I hope you enjoy.  Requests are open on my blog!  Also feel free to stop by and talk to me if you’d like! :)

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

“The Rain Will Make the Flowers Grow”

Luke’s POV

It has been one year, 3 months, and nine days since the worst day of my life.  I remember getting a call from Y/N’s mother saying she collapsed and died unexpectedly and there was nothing anyone could do.  The hours before getting the phone call had been normal.  Y/N would always wake up before me, shower, prepare breakfast, make coffee, and I would always wake up around the time she was getting ready to leave.  

It was a routine.  I loved that routine.  I would sit down at the counter while she sat across from me and we would eat a quick breakfast together before she had to go.  We would talk about what was happening in the day ahead, and when we would both would get home, what was for dinner that night, you know, that normal stuff.  You never realize how amazing the “normal stuff” can be until it’s gone.  Something so simple as a cup coffee every morning, or little conversations.

She left for classes, and she kissed me before she left.  She texted me after her first class telling me she was heading to the gym then, and that she would meet me for lunch at the café close to campus.  I remember waiting there, and getting an uneasy feeling when she was late.  She was never late.  And then, I got the call.  In the very moment, it felt as if someone had ripped my heart out and stomped on my chest.  I couldn’t breathe,  I couldn’t cry, I was just frozen.

When the funeral came around, everyone kept telling me that time will heal the wounds.  Time has done nothing for me.  I still feel pain, everyday.  I wake up alone, I eat breakfast alone, I am alone all the time.  My whole life has changed.  She was my life.  

As I was cleaning out our apartment I was going through all of her stuff.  My family and hers thought it would be healthy for me to move back home, and not be surrounded by things that will remind me of her everyday.  As I was cleaning out, I was going through all of her old magazine she would read.  I remember she would put mini sticky notes on certain pages.  And that was when I remembered her dream for us.  She wanted us to live in a small, quaint house with a white fence on the outside of it, with a garden.  She loved flowers.

When I told my parents of me planning on buying a house exactly like that, they thought I was crazy.  Maybe I was, but I was determined to find it.  It felt like decades, but I found a house that she would have loved.  I painted the house white, and painted the door red, just like she wanted.  I built a fence on the outside of the house, and painted it white also.

I went to the local stores and showed the workers there the magazine pages with the flowers that she wanted, bought the seeds, and went home and started planting.  I put the seeds in a pattern so that they were in the color order like she wanted them.  Then it was waiting time.  I went out everyday and watered them.  I planted them so they would be in the direction of the sun, but nothing seemed to work, the flowers just wouldn’t grow.

“I was so frustrated, so I came here to relax and talk to you.”  I say to her gravestone.  “You’d love the house.  The kitchen is big enough to bake all the cookies and cupcakes you want.”  I say laughing.  I then start to laugh really hard, so hard, that I begin crying.  I start crying so hard that I can’t stop.  

I sit on the bench with my head in my hands, and just have a long cry.  As my head is down, I feel prickles of rain drops hit my back.  I didn’t even care at that point.  

“I miss you so much.”  I choke out.  “They say time heals, but you have not left my mind since the day I met you.  How can I forget the love of my life?”

“I should stop crying.”  I say rubbing my eyes. “Because we both know that if I am crying, then you are crying, and we don’t want that.”  

I stand up from the bench, and place the flowers on her gravestone, and I drive back to the apartment.  When I am back at the apartment, I play guitar lightly to the sound of the rain outside.  After strumming random chords for about a half an hour, I decide that it’s been a long day and I head off to bed.

When I wake up, I don’t have the feeling of loneliness that I have woken up to feel everyday.  I make a cup of coffee, and eat a proper breakfast, which I haven’t had in a long time.  I turn on a playlist that I made for Y/N a few years ago for her birthday, and decide to eat breakfast outside on the porch, because the sun is shining, and it looks beautiful.  When I step outside, I see the flowers starting to bloom in the garden.  I almost cry with happiness, “Rain will make the flowers grow”  I hear in the background.  That was Y/N’s favorite line of the song.  It always stuck with her, she was the most optimistic person I knew.  I never had understood that line, until today.  

A/N:  I know this is short, but I just thought of it and thought I’d post it, it may not be my best work, but I just liked the idea, and thought to just get it down.  Requests are open on my blog!


Originally posted by bestpicsof5sos


Calum’s hand hesitated when it reached out for yours. His nervousness was cute and to make him feel better you grabbed his hand in return. It was only the third date and according to Calum, the appropriate time for you two to hold hands. His hands were clammy and a bit sweaty. You didn’t mind it thought knowing it was just from his nervousness. Calum couldn’t stop the grin from spreading about his face as he realized your hands fit together perfectly.


Calloused hands, thin and tattooed fingers. You had studied these hands for a year now. Fingertips tracing over the palm of his hand and memorizing were each line began and stopped. Calum had put a lot of strain on his hands. Indents on his fingers from the strings of his bass guitar. Whenever you were together, you had made it a mission to lotion his hands and massage them. Calum never mind when you would do this. Secretly liking the fact that you had an obsession with his hands. 


The hands were much tinier compared to Calum’s. Soft to touch and little as can be. He had seen babies before, but he had never seen them this small. So tiny that he was scared to hold him. The infant’s tiny hand could only wrap around Calum’s pinky finger. It had to be the most adorable thing he’s ever witnessed. Looking up at you with a look of excitement and wondering if you were seeing what he saw. You didn’t expect him to take so well to your nephew. Calum cooing at the child and admiring the tiny hands and feet. He loved it. 


Your hands were always so cold. It didn’t matter what the weather was your hands would always be freezing. Calum found it unusual how your whole body could be warm yet your hands would still be cold. This quirk about you never stopped him from holding your hands. He took comfort in the fact that only he could warm you up. Calum was your heater and you found it amusing how he would jump in shock each time you placed your cold hands on a part of his warm skin.


It was times like these that made Calum happy. Both your hands just gently playing with one another’s. Being able to touch never meant anything until Calum met you. He liked touching you, both sensually and playfully. You made him admire the little things in life and appreciate being able to experience so much. Hands were something he didn’t really account for yet he used them every single day and Calum was grateful to have his hands and hold yours at the same time.   

My little puppeteer | Prologue

Genre: Fuckboy!Calum, slight Badboy!Calum

Pairing: Reader x Calum 

Word count: 3,000 +

Summary: But there was something about him. Even if you knew he was bad for you, even if you knew he’d hurt you, even if you knew this wouldn’t end good for you, you had to know him. You had to see him again.  

Prologue Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue 

He supported himself on his elbows, panting with his dark hair hanging damp on his forehead. After catching his breath, he pulled himself out while grunting hoarsely. He swiftly got up from the bed and tossed the used condom away. “You can go now,” he said haphazardly. As if he didn’t care. As if he got what he wanted. As if he was pulling the strings on a little puppeteer.

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Skype sex *ashton*(imagine with visual)

“could you do a ashton or luke one where he’s on tour and you have skype sex (with visuals maybe ?)”

give me the option I will always pick Ash ;)

Words: 561
Warnings: Smut writing and visual smut

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Where Am I // Luke Hemmings AU Smut

I managed to squeeze this out between all my homework tonight, so I hope it’s decent. This was physically painful to write because I love Luke too much. I hope my pain is enjoyable for everyone to read. I also really suck at titling things sooooo hope you can get over that. Inspired by this post. As always, I would love feedback and I’m always open for requests, so send those my way! xoxo

Summary: You go to a party with your friends and wake up hungover, half naked, and in a bed with a guy you don’t know. What happened last night? And what’s going to happen this morning? 

Warning: This isn’t like really smutty but like a little bit so there’s that

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Mood Swings

Originally posted by caprisunashtonn

     Luke couldn’t stop the grin that was spreading out on his face as you waddled down the stairs. His eyes soaked in all of your pregnancy glory. Staring from your full cheeks that held a glow to your bulging belly. You looked stunning as ever. “What?” you mumbled at Luke, a frown on your face as you walked passed him towards the kitchen. You could feel his stare and it was making you a bit uncomfortable. 

“Just enjoying the view,” Luke smiled, “You look beautiful today.” You rolled your eyes at his words and began to rummage around the refrigerator. Luke wasn’t taking your standoffish attitude to heart. You were always moody after taking your naps and now that your were pregnant you became extra moody. 

“I look like cow,” you told Luke, hand rubbing over large belly. Luke was the one to roll his eyes this time. “Like a big ugly cow,” you continued to say. You grabbed a tub of cookie dough, then shut the fridge. For some reason you were extremely moody today. More so in a bad mood than anything. Luke watched as you grabbed a spoon from out a drawer and then trudge to the living room. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, knowing there had to be something that was on your mind. He sat down next to you and his hands reached out to rub over your belly. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” Luke said, leaning down to kiss at your stomach. You felt warmth spread over your skin at his actions. Luke mimicked the pout that you had on your face, then smiled. He was going to do anything he could to make you smile even if it meant annoying you. 

“I just feel…I feel big,” you sighed, scooping some cookie dough from out the tub and munching on it. “Everyone keeps talking about how I have this pregnancy glow and that I’m stunning, but all I feel like is a walking planet.” Luke bit at his bottom lip to hold in his laughter. He was actually waiting for this day to come. Knowing that at some point during this pregnancy you were going to get insecure about something. 

“You are big,” Luke stated, making you frown even more. “Let me finish. You are big because you’re growing a human inside of you. You’re creating life, baby,” Luke finished. You swallowed hard and continued to eat your cookie dough. “A lot of work is going on in there. You’re giving my princess everything that she needs so that she comes out healthy.” This made you smile and Luke grinned when he saw the reaction he got from you. His eyes widened in delight and he began to wiggle his eyebrows at you. He loved to see you smile.

“I love you. You always know what to say,” you smiled, leaning down to kiss him. He was right you were creating life and that’s the most beautiful thing ever.

“Do you love me enough to share some cookie dough?” Luke questioned, giving you a pout. Your eyebrows furrowed in thought and you tried to decide if you wanted to share your after nap snack. “I’ll buy you more if you do share,” Luke bribed, the smile on his face growing even more as you handed over the tub. He would always be there to put a smile on your face and of course eat your cookie dough. 

Once a Frat Boy, Always a Frat Boy. | Calum Hood.

Summary: In which a new student, (Y/N), finds herself becoming the toy to popular frat boy Calum Hood. The only problem is that (Y/N) was warned about Calum her first day on campus, and Calum just so happens to be dating (Y/N)’s best friend, Callie Mitchell. She hates him. She hates him more than she’s hated anyone ever before; however, she can’t help the growing feeling inside of her stomach after she finds out some very interesting things about Calum that no one had ever known before.

Rating: PG for this chapter - rated R later on.

Requested?: No, I just really wanted to try to write a Calum series based off of my frat boy preferences. Which, if you haven’t read them, they are here, here, and here!

Pairing: Callie/Calum, Reader/Luke

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Notorious | 5sos

Warning: A lot of language (Swearing); Violence; Some fluff? 

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 4,442 

Summary: The notorious gang of 4 are in trouble when they cross paths with small town girl Y/N who accidentally gets mixed up in their violent ways, one night. Leading to a lot of danger, deaths and complicated love.  

*Inspired by Legend* 

Part Two  // Part Three  // Part Four  //

Part Five  // Part Six  // Part Seven // Part Eight 

Part Nine // Part Ten // Part Eleven // Part Twelve 

Lethal and underestimated is how they were commonly described behind closed doors. Kings of the city is what they preferred. It was true what others said about them, they definitely were not to be messed with. No one dared to mention their name, afraid of the toxic after taste it would leave in the mouth. Everyone was just a pawn on their sick game of chess. Murders, clubs and money were all they had a passion for. Scratch that; It’s all they lived for. 

You were just a small town, well hidden woman. Kept your head low when out and about, held it high when back indoors. You wasn’t looking for trouble, heck, you weren’t cut out for the glitz and glamour that came with surrounding yourself with gangs upon gangs. But there wouldn’t be a tale to tell if you hadn’t met them that day. 

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christmas morning - c.h.

summary: you and your best friend calum always spend christmas together.

holiday masterlist

Everything was ready for you and Calum. Two steaming mugs of hot chocolate were placed on the coffee table, the yule log channel was playing on the television, you turned on some jazzy holiday music, and your presents for your best friend were wrapped neatly and waiting underneath the tree. You were walking around the house in your most festive holiday pajamas, excited for you and Calum’s eighth Christmas together. 

You couldn’t help but squeal when you heard a familiar rhythmic knock at your front door. 

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