*casually reposts own selfie bc I haven’t even left my bed today and therefore look like poop*
It’s my first day off from work since last Wednesday so I’m spending it in bed on Netflix and tumblr! Don’t judge me 🙈
Hi y'all ❤️

I’m having a really weird weekend because I’ve been seeing this guy for about a month and things have been actually really great, but then his parents came to town and it turns out they’re completely awesome. Like his mom is the sweetest person ever and she tells me about how she has all these leatherworking tools that she inherited and she doesn’t know what do with them and I sort of really want to teach her leatherworking, and his dad is an engineering professor interested in machine learning and I want to continue the first conversation we had about whether or not topological invariants might be a way to quantify the success of object identification in programs. It’s unusual how well we all hang out together…

But there’s this other peculiar part to the story, where he has a sister with the same name as me. And she’s a PhD candidate studying genetics and she’s artsy and ginger too, and now I’m sort of wondering if I’ve crossed into a parallel dimension and this is actually my family and I’m their daughter except form the parallel dimension. 

So now I’m concerned, because he an I think uncannily alike, down to eating muffins with spoons. His parents even commented on how similar our thought processes are… And it works too well with the theory that we’re trans-dimensional siblings.

So, what I’m trying to say is that I’m far more sympathetic to Leia and Luke’s make-out scene now, because rules don’t matter in parallel realities or in galaxies far, far away. 

Shawn Mendes imagine dirty/sweet imagine for Anon

A/N I’m on my phone, on a long bus ride so ignore my grammar mistakes and such.

Finally some alone time with Shawn…we’ve been dating for a year now and we never get alone time. Our parents don’t trust us, maybe because I’m 14 and he’s 15. Luckily my parents are out of town this weekend so he’s over at my house right now, cuddling watching a movie.
“What movie do you want to watch next babe?” You asked him
“Or we can not watch another movie” and then he grabs your face with his bug hands and kisses you. You decide to straddle his lap and start making out. It was so sweet and passionate. His hands start pulling your shirt up and you went with it wiggling out of your shirt. He flips you guys so he’s on top, and pulls off his shirt. You run your hands up and down his nicely toned chest. As you guys continue kissing, he starts to tug at your leggings to pull them down. You lift yourself to help him as you wiggle out of your leggings. He leaves little kisses all over your stomach. You melt, but you’re also and Shawn have never gone this far. But you knew if you were going to do it with anyone it was going to be Shawn. You grew some confidence and started to pull down his sweats and wiggled out of them. As you guys are making out he grinds himself you as you have your legs around his waist. His hands start to wonder to your vagina, and you suddenly get nervous, and Shawn notices.
“Babe, is everything okay?” He asked you with a sincere look.
“Shawn, I love you I just don’t know if in ready for this…” You said shyly
“We don’t have to do this, I understand. I still love you, and would never make you do something you didn’t want to do. “He said then kissed your forehead.
You then realize that Shawn was the boy who you wanted to be your first.
“Wait…Shawn I want to do this. I’m ready” you said pulling him back onto you. You guys start making out again, and you knew this was right and this was perfect. He lifts away from the kiss and says “are you sure about this babe”
“I’m positive” you say smiling
He leans back down, and it’s getting heated. He starts to trail his fingers back to your panties and this time you let him in. He pushes your panties to the side, and inserts a finger. It hurts a little at first but it turns into pleasure. You let out a moan into Shawn’s mouth and he smiles into the kiss. He inserts any finger and picks up his pace, it drove you crazy. He could tell, and started to rub your clit with the other hand. You were about to finish when he suddenly stopped. You gave him a angry look and he giggled and flip you guys over. You started to strip for him, and you could feel his member hard under you. You pulled down his boxers and we’re shocked by his huge member. You could tell his was shy about it because he starts to move his hands over it. You took it your hands and started to jerk him off. He grunted and you knew you were doing something right. You could tell he was close to his finish when he started moaning more. You stopped and left his wanting more like he did with you. Now he was giving you the angry look and you were laughing. He grabbed his sweats, and pulled out a condom from his pocket.
“We’re you planning this” you said with a smirk.
“Just in case” he said returning the smirk.
He flips you guys once again so he’s on top, on rolls on the condom. He inserts himself into you and you instantly whimper in pain.
“We can stop if this hurts too bad” he says
“No, it’s okay” you say with your eyes closed
He nods and thrusts in and out. The pain faded after the first couple thrusts and it’s simply pleasure. He starts to pick up his pace and you are close.
“Oh Shawn I’m so close” you moan
“Me too babe” he grunts back
He starts getting sloppy as you finish onto his and he finishes shortly after. He pulls out and lays his head on your chest. You both lay there panting, it was amazing.
“That was amazing, I’m glad our first times were with each other.” He said kissing your neck.
“Me too babe, I love you” you said
“I love you too” he said

Sorry if it’s too dirty, or not dirty enough. I didn’t really know if you wanted a full out dirty, but I just went with it. Hope you enjoy! Give me feedback! Reblog and send more requests!

Trouble (Cake Smut)

Word Count: 2900+

Requested: No.

Smut: Yes.


“I just don’t know what I did wrong.” Luke murmured as he faced forward staring blankly at the trees in front of us. I swallowed a hard long sip from the whiskey bottle in my hands and shivered as I watched ashes from the blunt placed in-between Luke’s fingers fall to the rooftop.

“You didn’t do anything wrong Luke.” I shook my head as I stared up towards the black sky, white stars dancing along the darkness. We had been outside for maybe a half n hour, and my parents were out of town for the weekend. My older brother Ashton was throwing a huge party with all of his friends and I had found myself disappearing to my room with a bottle to think. Before I knew it one of his best friends, who also tended to be my best friend had knocked at my door, a few blunts in his hand, asking if we could chat. “She’s just a slut.”

“How can you say that?” He questioned, his tone sterner than I knew he had meant it. His glassy eyes softened as he watched my expression. “She’s your best friend.” 

“Was.” I corrected with a scoff before reaching over and snatching the lit drugs out of his fingers and placing it between my lips. He watched me intently as he took the bottle from my hands, and brought it to his lips. I inhaled harshly, allowing the warm air to fall into my lungs and held it in, careful to not let it pass my throat. Luke threw his head back and took two large gulps before screwing the lid back onto the bottle and placing it between us. I pushed the smoke past my lips and sighed, relaxing into my buzzed state. “She was my best friend.”

“You can’t just stop being friends with her because she cheated on me.” Luke laughed nervously as he brought his fingers through his hair. 

“Of course I can. You’re my best friend too Luke. I refuse to be friends with people like that.” I clicked my tongue as I shook my head.

“Let’s talk about something else.” He said abruptly, turning away from me and facing forwards again. I opened my mouth to speak but then shut it, watching as he stared forwards, his sad eyes sweeping his surroundings.

 “Alright. What do you wanna talk about Hemmings?” I questioned as I sat up and peeled off the sweater I was wearing, relaxing in my tank top as the cool summer night air touched my skin. I caught him staring but tended to ignore it as I pulled my tank top down and sat back against the roof. 

“How horny weed makes me.” Luke offered without a quirk in his voice, but when I turned to roll my eyes at him a smirk was placed on his flawless face.

“You’re such a boy.” I laughed lightly as I stared forward.

“We should hook up.” Luke spoke up suddenly as I took another hit, and I began to cough loudly as the smoke escaped my lungs.

“What?” I asked after I had managed to stop the on going coughing.

“We should hook up.”

“Luke, I don’t know if that’s a good-” 

“Why not?” He cut me off with a quirk of his brows. I shook my head at him as I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Well it’s just we’re bestfriends.. And you’re Ashton’s bestfriend if he ever found out he would-”

“Kill me?” He questioned, cutting me off again. I pushed my lips together and nodded. “He’d get over it eventually.” 

“What if he doesn’t though?” I looked up to Luke through my lashes. 

“He’ll never find out. You know he won’t. So what’s holding you back? Am I not pretty enough for you?” He teased with a smirk and I swatted his arm with a roll of my eyes.

“No you know how pretty you are Hemmings.” I laughed as I looked down biting my lip.

“So what is it?” He questioned me and I sighed, feeling his eyes on me.

“I’m worried we won’t be close after. You know you guys all do that. Michael, Calum. Even my brother.” I explained to him. I looked up and saw his brows furrow as he watched me. “Fuck and chuck.” I offered, using air quotations with my fingers.

“Y/N. I would never do that to you.” He sat up and moved closer to me. “Sweet heart, you’re my bestfriend. Sure maybe when I first met you I started chatting you up because of how pretty I thought you were, and Ashton probably hated Calum, Michael and I for how much we talked about you. But that changed when we got to know you. You’re incredible. You’re the closest friend that’s a girl I’ve ever had. I wouldn’t just fuck you and leave. If anything I’d probably want even more.” He chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Fuck it. Why not.” I breathed and looked up to see him staring wide-eyed at me.


“Let’s just do it.”

 “You mean hookup? Like for real?”

“Yeah. Screw it. I think we both need it.”

“O-okay if you want to, I’d love to.” Luke stuttered and I grinned. I got to my feet and helped him up, giggling as we stumbled in through my window, the liquor playing with our balances.

The minute we got inside, and to our feet I pressed myself against Luke and pushed my lips to his, hungry for the hookup that we’d decided to agree on. Quickly the kissing became needy and rough, Luke had managed to slip his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine as he pressed me against the wall. His large hands were cool against my flushed skin as he slipped his calloused fingers up my shirt and grabbed at my skin. A small moan passed my lips as he pushed his hands up to my bralette, and massaged my hardened nipples through the thin lacey material.

“Well what do we have here?” A familiar cocky voice spoke up and I pulled away startled, my cheeks flushing more as I placed the voice to its owner. “Looks like trouble to me.”

“Calum.” Luke breathed as he turned to face the tan boy. I stepped out from behind Luke nervously and eyed Calum. He was drunk. I could tell by the way he was smirking at the both of us, the slight sway as he observed both our nervous stances. There was no doubt in my mind that Calum was absolutely gorgeous. With his muscular tall build, and black ink adorning his tan skin. Large brown eyes and strong jaw, he always had caught my attention.

“How do you think Ashton would react if he found out his little sister was locking lips with his best friend?” Calum grinned, his cocky tone taunting as he took a step forward. 

“How do you think he would react if he found out two of his best friends were hooking up with his little sister?” I questioned back, taking a step forward past Luke. Calum’s eyes fell on me and his expression puzzled as he watched me.

“What do you mean Irwin?” He asked as he furrowed his brows.

“Threesome.” I responded without a waver in my voice and I heard Luke shuffle his weight behind me as Calum’s eyes widened. He swallowed and parted his lips to say something, but nothing came out. “Calum do you want to or not?”

“Well… Like, you’re okay with it?” He bit his lip as he looked towards me, then to Luke, and then back to me. I nodded and gave a small smile. “Fuck yes.” He beamed, walking forwards until he was standing right in front of me. I swallowed nervously as I looked up, his eye shaded over dark with lust. I felt Luke press against me from behind and push my hair over the right side of my shoulder, before pressing his lips to my neck, nipping and sucking harshly as my breath caught in my throat. Calum grabbed my face and began to kiss me, hard and deep. He slipped his cool fingers into my shorts and rubbed me over my thin panties, causing a moan to fall from my lips.

“Fuck.” Luke groaned from behind me as I felt his length beginning to harden against my back.

“Princess what are we going to do with you first?” Calum questioned as he pulled away from me, a smirk playing at his lips. 

“You have no idea how long we’ve been wanting to do this.” Luke breathed as he reached his long arms around my front, quickly undoing my shorts and forcing his fingers into my underwear, his long digits mercilessly rubbing against my clit. I cried out a moan as Luke began to walk me to the bed, his lips still attached to my neck. Luke removed his fingers from my underwear and smirked, into my neck as I whimpered slightly.

“Be a good girl and strip for us, huh baby?” Calum grinned as he pulled off his shirt and sat down onto the bed, his tight black jeans still adorning his legs. Luke followed him suit, soon shirtless and sitting as well.

I nodded and pulled my tank top from my body, my thin bralette exposing the majority of my top half as I stood in front of the two boys. I finished Luke’s handiwork by pushing the shorts off my legs, now standing almost fully naked in front of them. I looked to both of them for further instructions and they both nodded, clearly wanting the remaining fabric off. I reached behind me and unclasped the thin backing to the material and let it slip off my arms and fall to the ground. I stared at both of them with nervous eyes and giggled slightly feeling odd exposed in front of two of my best friends.

“God you’re fucking hot.” Luke moaned slightly and I let my eyes flicker to the bulge in his constricting pants. I licked my lips lightly as I did the same to Calum and grinned, the prominent bulge in his jeans just as promising as Luke’s.

“Come lay down.” Calum instructed and I nodded, crawling up onto the bed as both off the boys removed their jeans and boxers, lengths standing straight up against their stomachs. I moaned and Calum chuckled, dropping to his knees on the floor at the end of the bed as Luke came up beside me. “You ready baby girl?” Calum teased as he kissed my inner thighs, ghosting his plump lips over the thin material of my thong.

“Calum.” I breathed shakily as Luke took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking harshly as he kneaded the other. “Please do something.” I moaned and he nodded, looking at me with a smirk before hooking his fingers into my thong and pulling them down my legs, discarding of them quickly and turning back to look at my exposed sex.

“Fuck princess you’re so wet.” Calum breathed against my heat and I shuttered, clamping my mouth shut. “Is this all for us?”

 “Y-yes.” I trembled as Luke continued to attack my nipples, pleasantly. “All for you.” 

Before I knew it, Calum’s full lips were latched onto my clit and sucking harshly, hardly giving me time to realize that what we were doing was actually happening. Calum slipped two fingers into me and began to pump in and out at a promising pace. I threw my head back and let out a loud high pitched moan, my hands flying to Calum’s head and tugging at his hair, as he continued his skilled work, bringing me closer to the edge with every lick, and finger thrust. Just then Luke’s lips left my breasts and crashed against mine, his practiced kissing and lip bite’s covering up my moans.

“Fu-fuck Cal.” I moaned as I bucked my hips up. “I’m going to come!” I shouted pulling away from Luke’s mouth, another moan falling from my lips. Calum noticing my movements used his free arm to lock down my bucking hips, and continued working at me with his harsh sucking and quick fingers until I came onto his fingers, breathing hard as I fell lightheaded. The climax had been tiring, but I knew I had work to do with the boys sitting and watching me intently, so I propped myself up onto my elbows and stared up to the both of them, offering a half smile. 

“That was so hot.” Calum grinned as he leaned forward and pecked my lips.

“So.” Luke breathed as he eyed the both of us.

“I want to see what those pretty lips can do.” Calum smirked as he looked down at me and I nodded and turned to Luke who grinned as well. I watched anxiously as Luke grabbed his jeans and pulled a condom out of his pocket before coming back towards me and taking the tinfoil packet between his teeth, opening it and pulling out the condom. I swallowed as my eyes followed the condom rolling down his length.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this, Y/N?” Luke stopped his movements and made eye contact with me, searching carefully for any sign of resent. I knew he wouldn’t find it though, nothing but lust. I couldn’t help it; there was something unbearably sexually appealing about having two extremely attractive males, ready to have their way with me.

“Yes, I’m positive.” I said, watching Luke closely as he pushed my legs apart, putting himself in-between my legs. He brought his tip to my entrance and began to push slowly before he placed both of his hands on my hips, gripping tightly as he pushed the rest of the way in. Once fully inside of me he groaned, and waited for me to give him the ‘ok’.

“Move.” I moaned and just like that he did, stretching me pleasantly as he began to grind his hips against mine. Just then I felt Calum tap his length against my lips, waiting eagerly and I opened my lips, looking up at him with innocent eyes as he began to thrust his hips back and forth gently, moaning as I hollowed my cheeks around him. Luke had begun to pound into me relentlessly, causing me to moan around Calum, who would then buck his hips harder. Between mine, Calum and Luke’s moans and curses, we had quite the sinful activity going on. I looked towards Luke, who had his eyes on me as he continued to thrust into me, fast and hard.

I knew I would have bruises the next few days from how tightly he was gripping my waist, but I hardly cared. I was too far in bliss to even notice. I brought my eyes up to watch Calum, who had his head thrown back in pleasure his eyes screwed shut and lips slightly parted as he continued to thrust himself into my mouth, shuddering every time I moaned or swallowed around him.

“You’re so tight baby girl.” Luke groaned as he began to thrust deeper, now hitting that sweet spot that tended to make me fall apart every time. I let out another moan against Calum then and he tensed, and I knew he was close.

“Fuck I’m gonna fucking come!” He grunted huskily as he began to thrust faster, I relaxed my jaw more, allowing him more movement as I continued to hollow out my cheeks. With a few more messy thrusts he stopped and tensed, stilling completely as he spilled his hot seed into my mouth. I swallowed around him greedily, enjoying every last drop he gave me. A small whimper came from him as I swallowed again; clearly oversensitive now and I parted my lips, allowing him to pull from my mouth easily. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He muttered in astonishment before sitting off to the side of the bed allowing Luke to fully finish the both of us off.

“I’m close.” I warned and he began to pick up the pace, keeping us both content with our loud cussing. Just then he rammed into me again, hitting my g-spot harder and faster than he had before, which caused me to grab at his back, marking it up with my nails as porn star like moans fell from my parted lips.

“Come for me like the good girl you are.” Luke groaned into my ear and that’s all it took, I clenched my walls around him and fell into pure euphoria as I came undone underneath him. Luke seemed to need nothing else but that as I felt him get sloppy with his fast thrusts, and groaned before stilling completely and releasing into the condom. He stayed there for a few seconds to catch his breath before gently pulling out causing me to wince slightly. Quickly he tied off the condom and threw it into the garbage bin next to my bed, before collapsing next to me and breathing heavily. The three of us laid together, nothing but the sound of our uneven breathing and the loud party music from downstairs filling the room.

“That was incredible.” Calum laughed as he placed an arm around me. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“I wish we could do that again.” Luke chuckled as he leaned over and pecked my cheek.

“Well who said we couldn’t?” I questioned with a small smirk on my lips. Both the boys shared a look and I giggled as I sighed. “I wouldn’t complain.”

“I’ve got another blunt.” Luke offered.

“Let’s do it.” I grinned as I sat up. “Oh, and you two?”

“Yeah?” They both asked at the same time. 

“Don’t tell Ashton.” I stated with a serious look, before cracking a smile and the three of us fell into a fit of laughter.

Turn Around, I’ll Be Looking Back
Rated R, 3.1k

First time handjobs. This will be a series of loosely connected high school au crisscolfer ficlets.

previous fills here

“My parents are going out of town,” Chris says, and that’s all he really needs to say.

Of course Darren’s parents aren’t lax enough to just give Darren full on permission to stay with his boyfriend for a weekend, but they never keep tabs on what Darren does during the day beyond general checks to make sure he isn’t killing himself or getting anyone else killed.

All Darren has to do is say that he’s hanging out with Chris, and no one really questions it.

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Birthday Sex

Type: One Shot

Pairing: Calum Hood/Reader

Rating: Rated R (smut)

Word Count: 1,326

A/N: My first ever smut! Just some simple birthday sex between two friends with benefits, idk how to describe it!

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Losing My Mind

Ethan had flown out to California to visit his girlfriend over the weekend, needing to get away from Mystic Falls for a couple of days- the town, his parents, Eva, everything. The whole lot of them combined were too much for him to handle and he needed space from it all to collect his thoughts.

He was half asleep during his classes on Monday after having landed back in VA at three that morning and having barely slept at all over the entirety of the weekend. Jenna hadn’t been expecting his visit and apparently the campus night life couldn’t be put off for him just because he’d flown across the entire fucking country to visit her. All in all it had been a pretty unfulfilling trip, but it’d definitely distracted him from the events of the past  week.

He’d pretty much been out partying for the past two days and it all hit him finally on Monday as he was going from class to class, just trying to make it through the day.

He had just gotten out of his last class, calculating how fast he could get home so he could crash and sleep the rest of the day. He wasn’t even sure if he was going to be okay to drive, his head pounding and his stomach doing the occasional unecessary cartwheel. A wave of nausea hit him as he was walking down the hall and he quickly changed directions, pushing past a group of students to make a beeline for the bathrooms. He was convinced he was going to puke and the last thing he wanted to do was puke in the hallway there at school.

He stumbled into the men’s bathroom and stopped short when he heard a low, ardent moan coming from someone in one of the stalls. Gross. He rolled his eyes and stomped towards an open stall, determined to just vomit and get out of there as quickly as possible. Another moan sounded from the occupied stall and the thud of something or someone hitting the wall of the stall. Ethan slowed as he passed it, morbid curiosity willing him to peek through the crack of the stall as he walked past. He told himself he really, really didn’t want to know what was going on- but hey, curiosity killed the cat and Ethan wasn’t any more prudent. He paused as he caught a glimpse through the ridiculously generous gap between the door  and the stall frame, grimacing as he saw one dude’s face buried in another dude’s neck.

Ethan wondered why he’d thought college would be any classier than high school and was about to continue on when he noticed what looked like a small amount of blood rolling down the one guy’s chin. He frowned in confusion, his brain trying to make sense of it all when his stomach gave the “GO” signal. Ethan made a last-minute dash into the next stall and doubled over the toilet, vomiting for what felt like a lifetime. When he finally felt safe to leave the safety of the toilet he walked back out to where the sinks were, stopping to drink from them. When he turned around he noticed that all the stalls were empty now and he was completely alone in the bathroom.

“What the fuck did I get into? You’re losing it.” He muttered to himself as he shouldered his backpack and headed out of the bathroom. He left the school and started wandering aimlessly down the sidewalk, honestly trying to decide if anything he’d just witnessed had actually been there or if it’d all been a figment of his poor state of mind.

I don’t kiss and tell (Sammy Wilk Imagine)

Requested: can you make a sammy imagine with all the boys teasing you about not having a first kiss and then he gives you it?

AN: Thanks for the request anon, hope you guys like it! Feel free to request anything!! Love you guys!

     I was planning on spending this Saturday night home alone watching Netflix since my mom and dad were out of town, but my best friend Sammy had different plans.

     At 8:00 p.m I was laying on the couch watching Friends when my phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw it was a text from Sammy.

“Hey y/n, me, Nate, and the Jacks just bought a shit ton of weed and are coming over.”

     Well fuck. I remembered Sammy seemed suspicious when I told him my parents would be out of town for the weekend. He had this planned all along and there was no backing out now.

     I went upstairs to my room and got changed out of my saggy sweatpants into a pair of leggings and loose v-neck that showed a little cleavage. I walked into the bathroom and brushed through my hair.

     “Okay that’s the best it’s going to get.” I said to myself while looking in the mirror.

     I had to admit I found all these boys pretty attractive. So I was actually excited they were coming over, and that I was basically getting free weed. Smoking with them was always fun and they were the only ones I could do it with.

     I was about to head downstairs when I heard the front door open.

     “Yo y/n were here, where you at?” Sammy yelled.

     “I’m in my room, be there in a second.”

     “While you’re at it grab your bong.” Gilinsky yelled. I could picture the smirk on his face as he said that. He had bought it for me for my last birthday.

     I grabbed the bong out of my closet and headed downstairs.

     “Damn y/n.” Nate said eyeing me in my leggings.

     “Oh shut up Nate.” I said, punching him in the arm.

     “Ouch.” He started to rub his arm.

     “Don’t be a pussy.”

     All the boys started laughing, shocked by my confidence and I wasn’t even high yet.

     I walked towards the living room and the rest of the boys followed like little puppy dogs. We all circled up on the floor. Sammy grabbed the bong out of my hand and set it all up. Then he handed it back to me.

     “Ladies first.” He winked at me.

     I took my hit and passed it back to Sammy already feeling the giggles kick in.

*   *   *

     30 minutes later we were all super high laughing our asses off.

     “I have to say, I’m pretty surprised you weren’t hooking up with some guy when we got here.” Johnson said laughing.

     “What? Why?”

      “Oh come on y/n don’t play that card. Your parents are out of town, what else are you going to do?” Nate asked.

     I started to blush a lot and let my hair fall over my face. The truth is I was still a virgin and Sammy was the only person who knew that.

     “Well uh actually.” I stared but Sammy cut me off knowing I probably couldn’t finish that sentence.

     “Poor y/n’s still a little virgin.”

     All the boys looked at me in shock. They probably thought I was some kinky girl who got it on all the time but it was the complete opposite. I hadn’t done anything. I hadn’t even had my first kiss, and that was something no one knew, not even Sammy.

     “Woah woah woah really? Then what have you done?” Nate asked, obviously very curious.

     “Haha I don’t kiss and tell.” I said trying to cover up the truth. But that wasn’t good enough. They were waiting for me to go on.

     I started to get super red. Great, this was just how I wanted tonight to go.

     “I haven’t actually done anything. Like anything.” I said emphasizing the ‘like anything’. And that’s when Sammy looked at me with shock.

     “You mean you haven’t had your first kiss?” Sammy asked.

     “Well no.”

     Sammy just sat there staring at me while the rest of the boys broke out in laughter.

     “Looks like y/n’s just an innocent little girl.” Gilinsky said earning laughs from everyone.

     “We all thought you needed church, looks like you’ve had too much.” Nate commented, happy to finally be able to tease me.            

     They kept making jokes and laughing and I just didn’t want to deal with it.

     “I’m going to get a drink.” I stood up and walked to the kitchen.

      I didn’t even want a drink I just wanted them to stop and I knew they wouldn’t if I stayed there. I sat on the counter resting my head in my hands. I then heard footsteps walk into the kitchen.

     “Oh great.” I mumbled under my breath.

     “Hey babe, I’m sorry about all that. Are you okay?”

     That’s one thing I liked about Sammy. Even though everyone thought he was a super cocky fuckboy, on the inside he was really sweet and caring.

     “Yeah I’m okay. That was just kind of embarrassing.” I said, trying my best to hold back the tears that were trying so hard to escape.

“Hey hey hey don’t be embarrassed. So what you haven’t had your first kiss.”

“Yeah but that’s just the thing. Trust me I’ve wanted to have my first kiss but it’s just never been the right time.”

     There was a couple seconds of silence.

     “How about now?”

     Before I had time to question what he meant he crashed his lips against mine grabbing my face with his big hands. It was so much more than I had expected for a first kiss and even better that it was with Sammy.

     Before it turned into a make-out session he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

     “Now you’ve had your first kiss.”

Definitely Not A Cliché High School Love Story - Chapter 1

Sooo my friend actually came home and read it for me so yay. Here’s the first chapter of my fanfic. It’s a Jonnor high school AU and, like, I don’t know. Hope you like it, guys. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1

 „You coming to Stacy’s party this Friday? Her parents are out of town for the entire weekend and I heard it’s gonna be off the chains, bro!” Jordan exclaimed. „And you know what else I heard?” the boy asked with a huge grin on his face.

Connor shrugged. „Daria is totally going. I know you like her,” Jordan said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Connor let out a small sigh. „No, Jordan, you said I like her. You just wanna hook up with Meaghan and Daria happens to be her best friend who hangs around her every minute of the day and you want me to distract her so you can seal the deal with Meaghan.”

Jordan ran his fingers through his thick black hair. „Dude, c’mon, help a bro out!” he threw his hands in the air.

„But I really don’t want to go out with Daria,” Connor groaned. He couldn’t bear the thought of listening to that girl babbling about whatever the hell she was interested in. Clothes, make up, the latest gossip. Whatever it was, Connor couldn’t give a shit.

„She’s hot. She’s a cheerleader. What is wrong with you?” Jordan looked genuinely confused. He couldn’t imagine why his best bud wouldn’t want to spend a drunken night with her.

„Have you ever thought about that maybe when I’m looking for a partner, looks is not the only thing I’m concerned about?” Connor sounded frustrated at this point.

Jordan bursted out laughing. „Oh my god, dude, you sound so gay. I ain’t asking you to marry her, I’m only asking that you distract her a little bit. I don’t care how you do it, just do it for your brother here. And a little bit of this…” – he slightly elevated from the bench, did a few hip thrusts then sat back down – „never hurt nobody,” he continued with a smirk on his face.

Connor rolled his eyes. At that moment, he felt so embarrassed about to call Jordan his best friend. The guy wasn’t so bad if you actually took the time to get to know him but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a complete idiot. Hell, he really was. He was lucky he was good-looking, otherwise everyone would’ve hated his guts. Jordan was tall, though he wasn’t as tall as Connor, who happened to be 6’1”. He was of Greek origin; he had olive skin, big dark chocolatey brown eyes and wavy black hair. His body was toned, his face was symmetrical, and he had that mischievous smile that made girls go crazy. They called him a „Greek God”, and Connor couldn’t really argue with that. His friend was beautiful.

„Okay. I’ll do it,” Connor replied.

„Yes, that’s what I’m talking about, baby!” Jordan shouted and smashed his fist down on the table.

„I’m not finished. I’ll do it. On one condition,” he continued. „We’re switching lab partners in bio.”

Jordan didn’t even hesitate for a second. „Done. I don’t care, nerd’s a nerd right? Oh shit, I forgot my textbook in my locker. Meet ya in class, bitch,” and he stormed off.

Connor was relieved. Although Jordan and he were tight, they weren’t lab partners. Both of them had chosen a smart guy so they’d get good grades without doing any or very little actual work. Well, that was Jordan’s reasoning anyway. Connor himself wasn’t that bad of a student but he couldn’t lie, it was pretty damn comfortable that way. But he had a small problem with his partner this year; he couldn’t stand the poor bastard. He’d been talking gibberish non-stop – it sounded gibberish to him anyway – and if Connor had to spend another 50 minutes with that dude, he would’ve done something he would’ve regretted. He figured Jordan wouldn’t care about all that stupid talking until the kid did all the work for him.

The ringing bell interrupted Connor’s chain of thought.

He stood up from the bench, threw what was left of his sad lunch in the trash and slowly made his way to class.

As he entered the small classroom, he immediately noticed that Jordan was sitting next to his old lab partner. Connor glanced at the table where his friend used to sit and acknowledged that both chairs were empty but he paced through the room and sat down anyway.

Their teacher, Mr. O’Reilly, walked in shortly after that. „Good afternoon, class!” he greeted the students with a thick Irish accent. He started scanning the room as he was speaking. „Okay, today’s project is going to be a longer one…” his gaze lingered on Connor for a brief moment, then moved along.

Connor suddenly got nervous. He didn’t have a partner for the project. He didn’t mind working alone but it seemed like Mr. O’Reilly had other things planned.

„Mr. Stevens, Mr. Adams Foster,” he called out. „Both of your partners have called in sick today so you’ll be working together on this. Mr. Adams Foster, please come forward and take the seat next to Mr. Stevens,” he made a hand gesture.

Connor heard a quiet grunt coming from behind him. He was desperately trying to remember which kid was the vice principal’s son but he just couldn’t pair a face with the name.

The next thing he knew was that someone had dropped their textbooks on the desk and hopped onto the chair on his left.

Connor turned his head and almost let out a curse word. It was that guy.

He was tall, skinny and pale and his sense of style was…peculiar. He was wearing a pair of grey shoes that seemed like oxfords to Connor (although he wasn’t sure), maroon skinny jeans, the kind that was so tight they looked like leggings. Connor was convinced that the only method of removing them was simply cutting them off with scissors. He also had a grey V-neck sweater on, with a shirt underneath that matched his pants. His glasses, that were slightly too big for his face, had a thick black rim. His dark brown hair was cut short - but not shaved - on the sides, kept long and messy on the top. Connor thought it was messy on purpose, it was probably styled that way.

So that was Adams Foster. The frickin’ hipster kid.

„Why are you staring at me?” he heard a bark.

Connor hadn’t realized he was glaring until then. His face started burning from the embarrassement so he quickly turned away and fixated his eyes on the desk. He cleared his throat. „Sorry, I wasn’t…staring.”

„You obviously were but whatever. Thanks to Taylor and her stupid sinus infection, I’m stuck with an airhead.”

Connor frowned, then tilted his head to face the boy. „Excuse me?” his voice sounded alarming.

fic: All I See

Crisscolfer, 2.7k
Summary:  Chris’s parents go out of town and force him to stay with the neighbors’ son, his estranged childhood friend Darren, for the long weekend.

A/N: this is a birthday present for my wonderful beta tara queenofokay!  I hope this fits your prompt well enough dearie, I kind of ran with it a little.  Thanks so much for everything you do for me ♥ 

Chris blinks himself awake and it takes a second to remember why he’s here, in the Criss’s guest bedroom instead of his own.  The mattress is different from his own, a little firmer, and the sheets are silky instead of fuzzy flannel like he’s used to.  He’s more used to the smell of strangers now that he’s been here overnight, the same spicy, warm smell that he remembers strongly from his childhood days.  The guest room used to be Darren’s, before Chuck moved out for good and the rooms got reshuffled so Darren could have the one with the built-in bathroom.  Chris is eternally grateful he’s not on the other side of the Jack-and-Jill double sinks where he’s brushing his teeth.

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Anything For You- A Nate Maloley Imagine (Requested)

I was hanging out at my boyfriend Nate’s house, it was a Friday night and I was so thankful to be done with school for the week. It really sucked not having my boyfriend at school with me, Nate went to school the town over from me. We rarely saw each other during the week, but always spent the weekends doing fun stuff.

We laid in his bed, relaxing after our long days at school, almost ready to fall asleep. It was a treat to be spending the night at his place, since his parents were away for the weekend. We watched tv, but all I could think of was today’s events at school. These boys in the hallway had been saying inappropriate things to me, catcalling, etc. It was annoying, basically all their comments were about sex and some rude comments about me,

The said things like “We know you blow your boyfriend on the regular, won’t you give us a taste?”, “Don’t fight it, you know you want us each inside you.”, “We have no problem forcing ourselves on to you, if that’s the only way you’ll realize that you want us.” Or “Our dick game is probably 200 times better than Nate Skates.”

I didn’t listen to what they said, they were absolutely ridiculous and downright rude. As I laid next to Nate, part of me wanted to tell him what they said. I felt he had a right to know what was happening in school, plus I wanted to vent to someone. The other part of me wanted to keep this a secret, because there was always the chance Nate could flip out.

I decided it was better to tell Nate. I rolled over studying his face, which was concentrated on the tv. I rubbed his arm slightly. “So I wanted to talk about something that happened at school.” I started. Nate took his attention off the tv and onto me. “What’s up?” he asked.

“So these guys at school have been making totally inappropriate comments to me regarding sex, and telling them they’re better than you and I should give them a try. They also just say nasty stuff about my looks and it’s annoying, but I just wanted to tell you because your my boyfriend and have the right to know these things.” I said feeling relieved. I also went more in depth with their comments about blow jobs and the rape jokes.

Nate’s face turned sad in a matter of seconds. “ I had no idea Y/N, how long has this been going on?” he asked. “For about a week or so.” I said. “I love you Y/N, don’t listen to what they say you’re gorgeous and have an amazing personality and lastly don’t ever think about sleeping with any of them.” Nate said as he focused back to the tv.

Just when I thought the issue had passed. Nate turned off the tv and jumped out of bed. “Nah you know what fuck that. No one ever says they’re better than me, or that they’re gonna force themselves on you. That’s fucked up. I’m gonna fuck them up. Who says that to a girl!? Trust me they’re in for getting a beating the next time they say something and you better let me know.” Nate said fuming as he paced around his room.

I got up and held on to Nate’s arms. “Babe, relax. I’ll obviously tell you if they say more things. But before you punch their faces in, I’ll tell the principal okay?” I said trying to calm him down.

“They better get their asses suspended.” Nate growled.

“I’m sure they will.” I said trying to say anything to stop him from heading to these guys houses and beating them to a pulp.

“I’m glad you told me Y/N, I just wish we went to the same school so I could put a stop to it.” Nate sighed as he took me in his arms.

“Me too, but I love you and I’m so happy I have such a caring boyfriend who will go to extreme measures to keep me safe and defend me.” I whispered in his ear.

“Anything for my lil mama.” Nate whispered back as he led me back to bed.

“So innocent.”

(word count: 892) Sorry it’s so short!!

Rating: R

Pairing: Ashton Irwin/Reader

Request: Yes!

*Can you write one where luke or ashton is a virgin and he’s your neighbour or classmate or something like that and you ride him and give him a blow job and all that fun stuff and he moans and curses and omg”

Requests are open please send some in!

A/N This is my first smut so let me know what you think. I always love feedback. Enjoy!

“Y/N Sweetie, your father and I are going out of town for the weekend. We love you and we’ll see you on Monday.” My mom said, knocking on my bedroom door. I blew her a kiss and she walked away. I heard the front door slam a couple of minutes later. I looked out my window and saw my neighbor Ashton walking across my front lawn. He’s new around here and our parents are friends so his mom sends him over here a lot. We never really talk that much, we just watch movies. I made my way down stairs and opened the door as he knocked on it.

“Hey Y/N.” He greeted shyly as I stepped out of the way to let him in. “My mom sent me over.”

“Alright, well my parents just left for the weekend.” I told him. I made my way to the living room and he was following closely behind. “What do you want to watch?”

He just shrugged and sat down on the couch. “Whatever you want is fine.”

“Alright well we have Grown-ups, neighbors, or how about we watch That Awkward Moment?” I turned around and waited for his response. He laughed and shrugged.


I put it in the dvd player and pressed play before going back to the couch and sitting with Ashton. He laughed at some of the funny parts and his giggle was so adorable. A sex scene came on and he stopped laughing. He squirmed a little and was torn between adverting his eyes or watching the screen. I laughed at how awkward he looked and paused the movie.

“Really Ashton? Sex scenes make you uncomfortable?” I teased him and he blushed.

“I don’t know. I guess, maybe I –uh.” He mumbled, making me laugh more.

“You’re acting like you’ve never had sex before.”

“Well uh, I um-.”

“Oh my god, you’re a virgin!” I laughed and he nodded. Suddenly I stopped laughing and just looked at him. I thought about him and sex. Those two things seemed very good together. “Do you want to lose your virginity?” He looked up at me surprised and nodded with wide eyes.

“Well I could help you with that.” I whispered seductively and stood up to move closer to him. He stared up at me from his spot on the couch and I brushed my hand softly across his hardening bulge. He looked so innocent, I wanted to destroy him. I lifted my shirt off my body slowly and went down on my knees, flipping my hair to one side. I unzipped his jeans and he lifted his ass off the couch and I pulled his jeans along with his boxers down. His length sprung up and hit his stomach. He was huge. He gasped and stifled a moan as I took him in my hands and slowly began pumping my hand using his never ending stream of pre-cum as lubricant. I dipped my head down and kitten licked his tip and I felt him shutter.

I looked up at him as I took him slowly into my mouth and he let out a huge groan and his head dropped back. I brought a hand up to cup his balls and held back a gag as his hips jerked and he hit the back on my throat. I felt him start to throb in my mouth so I pulled away and stood up.

He looked up at me breathless as I held up a hand signaling for him to wait. I shimmied out of my leggings before turning around and slowly sliding my thong down my legs. I gasped and moaned dramatically as the cold air hit my warm heat. I turned back around and unclasped my bra before tossing it to the ground with the rest of my clothes. He tugged off his shirt and I took a second to appreciate his defined abs. I straddled his thighs and kissed him softly before raising my hips and slowly lowering myself onto his dick. We both let out strangled moans as I lifted myself back up before lowering back down.

His moans got louder as I went faster. “Fuck.” He cursed turning me on even more. His face looked so sexy as he was getting closer. He grabbed my waist and started pounding himself up into me, letting out a string of curses as he did so. I screamed out his name and came hard. My walls contracting around him set him off and he rode out both of our highs before I pulled off him and collapsed on his lap.

We laid there for a few minutes, catching our breath before he finally spoke. “Well I think I definitely owe you a date.”

“Yeah and more sex.” I chuckled and he wrapped his arms around me before we fell asleep cuddling on the couch.  

Brother's Bandmate (Michael Clifford Imagine)

  Currently I was laying in my bed in the middle of the night, trying to fall asleep. There was one thing however that was keeping me awake. My brother Luke was playing his guitar with a few of his “bandmates.” Yeah, so recently him and a couple of friends decided they wanted to make a band. Now they practiced non-stop, either here at my house or at one of the other boys’ places. My parents were out of town for the weekend, which meant the band practices were being held here, since I “can’t be left home alone.” Jesus, I’m only a year younger than my brother but I am constantly treated like a child. I guess that comes with the fact that I am the only girl out of four kids. Anyways, it was late and I was tired and the boys would not stop playing their instruments so I decided to just get up. I had never officially met Luke’s bandmates, but I guess might as well meet them at an ungodly hour in the morning, right? Before leaving my room I pulled on sweatpants and a sweatshirt and tied my hair up into a messy bun. I shuffled past Luke’s empty bedroom and down the steps towards the kitchen. 

  “Come on Michael get it right.” Luke groaned at his friend while him and Calum sat on the couch in the basement. Ashton twirled his drumsticks around his fingers while they waited for Michael to figure out the chords. I was standing at the top of the stairs that led into the basement, with a cup of water in my hand. I squinted my eyes at the clock on the stove. 1:43 am. Awesome. I made my way down the steps, causing all four boys to look up at me. “What are you doing awake?” Luke asked. I crossed my arms, “I could ask you the same thing.I’ve been trying to sleep since about eleven, but your "band” has been keeping me up.“ I scowled at him, before taking a seat on one of the comfy chairs in the corner. "Don’t stop doing what you’re doing now.” I said. “We’re waiting for Michael.” Luke gestured towards the boy sitting on the arm of the couch who was still struggling on the chords. He had dark brown, shaggy hair and he was dressed in black sweatpants and a dark grey sweater. He looked up at me for a second before turning his attention back to his guitar. He was very attractive to say the least. I continued to watch him carefully as his fingers skillfully played the strings of his guitar. It was mesmerizing. 

    “Y/N?” Luke’s voice broke me from my trance. My head snapped up at the sound of my name, “Huh?” Luke chuckled, “I said what did you think of the song.” Luke repeated his question. “Oh, it was cool. I liked it.” It was actually very good, I was impressed by my brothers’ band. I had always known Luke was talented but I didn’t know his friends were as well. “Who wrote it?” I asked, looking over the boys. “I did,” Calum rose his hand, “It’s called ‘Gotta Get Out.’” I nodded, “I liked it a lot. Now are you guys done so I can sleep?” Luke rolled his eyes, “Yes.” I stood up from the chair, “Thank god. Goodnight boys." 

  The next morning I made my way down the the kitchen to find Michael standing there, drinking from a cup and scrolling through his phone. "Hey Michael,” I waved sleepily as I reached for a coffee cup from the cupboard. “Hi Y/N,” He replied quietly with a deep, rough, morning voice. “Where are the rest of the boys?” I asked, turning on the coffee maker. “Uh, I think they’re still asleep.” I just nodded and grabbed my cup, making my way into the basement. The three remaining boys were scattered across the room, covered in thick blankets. Carefully, I stepped over Calum’s sleeping body towards Luke who was asleep on the couch. I lightly slapped him on the side of his face in attempt to wake him up. He let out an annoyed groan, “Don’t.” “Get up loser, and feed your friend.” I stepped over Calum as he shifted awake, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Ashton was now sitting up against the wall, with his eyes half open, adjusting his beanie over his fluffy hair. “There’s coffee upstairs,” I called out as I went back up the stairs. All three of them made feeble efforts to get up before deciding the coffee could wait and flopping back into their piles of blankets.

  “I don’t think they’re getting up anytime soon.” I told Michael, who was now sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. “Well, it isn’t even noon yet so they will probably be up just in time for a lunch of cold pizza.” He laughed, looking back at his phone. I slid into the seat across from him. “I don’t know how you put up with my brother, he just sleeps and eats and recites School of Rock.” I laughed quietly, watching Michael. He looked up at me and smiled, “I used to hate him, but I guess he’s alright. I guess I’m not much different.” He chuckled. “I didn’t tell you last night, but you’re really talented Michael.” I said before standing up. He blushed slightly, “Thanks. Do you play any instruments?” “A bit of piano and the guitar, but I prefer just singing.” I confessed, suddenly feeling shy. “Sing for me.” Michael prompted. I shook my head. “Awe, why not. I won’t judge you.” He pleaded. “Not yet. Maybe one day.” I gave him a cheeky smile before retreating towards the stairs. “I’ll hold you to that.” He called after me. I laughed, shaking my head as I walked up the stairs. I could used to having Michael around. Yeah, definitely.

A/N Okay I’m thinking about making this a series, so message me what you think and if you want a part two. Also feel free to request ideas. Hope you enjoyed it! xo, Sophie

  • woke up early and came back to campus to get back on the art game. i have a few commissions and some etsy orders to fill! it’s weird and scary getting back into Real World Art but nothing in the world makes me happier
  • trying to figure out my future in tiny bite sized pieces. trying to understand that i can’t do everything/be everything/make everyone happy, which is probably a part of growing up
  • scared for my parents/scared for my brother/scared for my entire extended family
  • lately i have been less desperate for affection. last weekend and the weekend before i felt like a mess, but my mom is in town now and I am working hard and keeping clean and trying not to make an ass out of myself
  • cute boys make me cry sometimes but i think i’m making headway. MOVING ON + ACCEPTING THE WAY THINGS ARE. 
  • if the au pair thing doesn’t happen I will try again next summer. i’m only 18. i need to remember that there are a million Next Times and that it’s scary for my parents to let go of me. i need to give them some time.
  • i don’t know how to do a blog i’m sorry  

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(promt) thominho, first time, Thomas is so nervous he can't stop shaking

The only thing missing were the rose petals.

Not that Thomas was really missing them, but it was the only thing that would’ve made it the ideal movie setting. Minho has already provided candles and dimmed lighting and soft music and fresh sheets.

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dally cuddling imagine for anon

Your parents were out of town for the weekend, so Dally was over. The air outside was cool and crisp, and you two were cuddled on the couch with your head on Dally’s chest, listening to his heart beat under the blanket.

“Dally?” you asked. 

“*Y/n*?” he replied with a sleepy, groggy voice. 

“How much do you love me?” you asked.

Dally rolled over and wrapped his right arm around you completely, and his chest was on your back now.

“You’re my everything, you know that,” he said into your ear. You couldn’t help but smile and shift because he knew that tickled when he whispered into your ear. 

“Come on, Dal, that’s not what I’m askin’,” you say.

Dally lays there for a moment, moving his hand up and down your thigh in a rhythmic motion. “I don’t think that’s a fair question,” he says in his deep, tired voice.

“Why not?”

Dally sighed and instead of rubbing his hand on your thigh, he made a figure eight with his finger.

“I love you this much,” he says.

“Eight? That doesn’t make sense.”

Dally laughed and kept making the motion over and over and over again. 

“Eight? Not even close. Try… Infinitely,” he says, and leans in to kiss you.

“Oh, come on. That’s too cheesy,” you say, pushing him away playfully.

“I forgot, you aren’t one for romantic girly stuff,” he says and moves his hand over to your backside, grabbing it and rubbing it. He laughs, and leans in to kiss you again. You smile, unable to resist this time. 

Inbetween kiss, he smiles. “I can’t believe that’s all it takes,” he says. 

You roll your eyes, and move so that you’re laying on top of him, kissing him and falling deeper and deeper in love with his hopelessly romantic self.