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Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 2)

sorry it took so long! special thank u to Ashley (@thesaltyspice) for helping me come up with ideas for this a million years ago xx

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight  | Part Nine

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- Knuckles Playlist


“Look at that one.”

“That one over there?”

“Yeah,” you confirm with a pout. “I want it.”

Ashton chuckles and looks to you at his side. “That’s the fourth dog you’ve said you wanted since we got here.”

It’s true, but you can’t help it. You always get dog-envy at the farmers’ market, exposed to too many cute pups at once for your little heart to handle.

“We should get one,” you say passively, adoring a large german shepherd trotting by with its owner. “Y'know, if we ever live together.”

Ashton smirks, turning his head. “I love how you’re not even worried about scaring me with plans for the future.”

Your cheeks redden, having not noticed the implications when you said it. It’s only been three months since the fight that started it all, since you and Ashton agreed to give your relationship a title, and you suppose you should be more careful about vocalizing your whimsical thoughts. Your guard just naturally falls around him, the pressure to play safe wiped away by his equal and obvious feelings toward you. Talk of commitment doesn’t affect him the way it does most people. If Ashton was going to run, he would’ve done so by now.

You glance down at his fingers between yours, smiling because you don’t think he’s let go of your hand all day. With his hectic training schedule for another upcoming fight and your demanding attendance at university four days a week, the two of you have recently been missing each other more than actually seeing each other, and it appears Ashton wants to make up for lost time in the form of suffocating your palm–not that you mind. For someone whose fists can be classified as lethal weapons, he has quite a gentle grip when it comes to you.

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Birthday Princess

Yikes this was supposed to go up on Ash’s birthday, but you get the point. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Another drunken line of girls passed by me on a determined path to the bathroom, bumping the cheap tiara on my head in the process. I huffed in response while adjusting the ridiculously glittery ‘Birthday Girl’ sash my friends bought and took the opportunity to swipe the newly freed seats near the bar so I could people-watch. An overflow of sweaty bodies wriggled and swayed on every inch of the dance floor free of inhibition due to their intoxication levels. Some men were getting encouraging pats on the backs from their wolf packs of friends before shooting their shot with whichever girl happened to be giggling their way. People throughout the club whooped and hollered when the DJ switched to some vaguely different genre of party music that the lively crowd could fist-bump and grind to.

After straining my neck to check the entrance of the club for the umpteenth time in the past 15 minutes, I turned back around to see a mesmerizing pair of hazel eyes peering into mine. I hadn’t realized how deeply I was staring until the wavy-haired individual tried speaking to me over the loud music.

“I’m sorry, what?” I shouted closer to him.

“I asked if you wanted a refill,” he said loudly while gesturing to my half empty water.

My phone buzzed in my hand, indicating I was getting a text. I briefly looked down at the preview of the message from my friends’ group chat.

Sent at 8:43pm

1: Y/N I’m so sorry honey I can’t make it :( I thought I could cram for this test but there’s way more content than I thought

Sent at 8:44pm

2: ^^ me too :/ my boyfriend’s game went into overtime and I’m pretty sure they’re celebrating after. Maybe another time?

I rolled my eyes and looked back up at the stranger clearing the table of leftover drinks and glasses.

“Actually, I think I was just heading out,” I said standing from my seat.

“So soon?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, clubbing on your birthday just doesn’t have the same ring to it when you’re by yourself,” I replied.

“You don’t have any friends coming to celebrate with you?” He questioned as he wiped the table down and went behind the bar counter.

I followed his trail and answered with evident irritation, “Nope, they suddenly had other plans that were more important this evening.”

“Well,” he planted both of his hands on the counter, “I, in good conscious, can’t let you end tonight as the unhappy birthday girl.”

“And why is that?” I asked curiously.

“Because I’m going to become your new favorite barkeep,” he said with a proud smile. “And it is with this new title that I solemnly promise,” he raised his right hand as if he was taking an oath, “…to ensure that the rest of tonight does not suck for you.”

A small smirk grew on my face at the mischievous man in front of me.

“You can’t be serious, right?” I asked incredulously. “I don’t even know you!”

“How about this, birthday girl” he glanced at a few people walking up to the bar, most likely to order new drinks, “My name is Ashton. I like going on adventures and buying vanilla scented candles. My favorite part of movies are the trailers and I don’t understand how zodiac signs work. I’m gonna come back over here at 9 when my shift ends. If you decide by then that you don’t think an innocent night of fun with me is better than sitting at home by yourself, I will personally call you an Uber and let you go home,” he smiled walking away.

“You should add ‘cocky’ to that little bio of yours,” I playfully said with my arms crossed.

“Not cocky!” He shouted over his shoulder, “just hopeful.”


Promptly at 9:00, Ashton popped out of a room near the back of the club in his normal clothes and re-approached me at the bar.

“So, birthday girl,” he leaned on the counter, “what’s our verdict?”

“Well seeing as you made such an appealing case and I don’t want to put this outfit to waste, I think one night of adventure couldn’t hurt,” I said in a posh tone of voice.

“Then what are we waiting around for?” He asked holding his hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me out of my seat. “Let’s get this party started.”

With that, Ashton led me out of the club and towards the parking lot. He pulled out his car keys and hit the unlock button, bringing my eyes to the flashing headlights on a black mustang.

“This is you?” I asked in disbelief.

He shrugged and replied opening the passenger door for me, “Well I can’t have the birthday princess walking around on her feet all night now, can I?”

“How considerate of you. And when did I upgrade to princess?” I said getting into the car and reaching over to open his door.

Ashton entered on his side of the car and strapped on his safety belt before brandishing that smile of his once more to answer, “When you decided to spend your night with me.” With that remark, Ashton revved up the engine and we dashed through the streets filled with nightlife.


My eyes scanned the various strings of bright lights and neon signs on the buildings near us as the car slowed to a stop. Ashton and I exited the car and re-joined hands as he led me towards the entrance of a building that had a string of people waiting in line to enter. We approached the bouncer - who could easily be mistaken for a ten-foot brick wall - with an icy glare.

“Sam!” Ashton shouted with open arms. The bouncer turned around and suddenly smiled widely, “Ashton!” The two shared a brief hug and fell into small talk.

“How long has it been man?” The bouncer said.

“It’s definitely been too long, buddy, but I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to show my friend here a good time,” Ashton said gesturing to me.

I shook Sam’s outreached hand and smiled, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Any friend of Ashton is a friend of mine.”

“Do you think you can let us in? I want to introduce her to Mitchy,” Ashton politely asked.

“Of course, but you know the drill man,” Sam giving a side eye towards the line of hopeful club goers beginning to look towards us.

Ashton nodded understandably and leaned towards me to whisper, “Just go with it.”

Before I could ask what ‘it’ was that Ashton was referring to, Sam started shouting.

“Look dammit, I’m not gonna say it again: if you want in you have to wait in line just like everybody else!”

“Fine! No need to get all testy,” Ashton shouted back while we walked backwards with displeased expressions.

While the people waiting in line hooted their agreements at Sam and went back to their own business, Sam winked at us and let down the rope for us to enter while whispering, “You guys enjoy your night,” with a thumbs-up.

I laughed at the switch in his demeanor and followed Ashton into the building. My eyes glimmered and a smile grew on my face as I looked over the chandeliers and walked down the slightly spiraled staircase past a few bottle girls that could very well be models. The all white decor on the top and bottom levels of the building were being splotched with reflections of the blue pink and green lights from the tiled dance floor and the DJ’s station. I was disrupted from my cotton candy dream when Ashton continued to lead me to the bar where a tattooed man in sunglasses stood.

“Ash is that you?” He called out.

“You’re pretty popular around here, huh?” I asked Ashton with a smirk.

“You could say that,” he chuckled and bro-hugged the man at the bar.

“Is this the pretty girl you were texting me about?” The tattooed pointed towards me, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

Ashton turned beet red and the man stepped up to me, “My name’s Mitchy, one of Ashton’s good friends. Unless I’ve got the wrong glasses on, you must be the birthday girl.”

“That’s right,” I said adjusting my sash so the letters were in the right place. “And this one over here is my event guide for the night,” I said nodding towards Ashton.

“Well he brought you to the right place,” he said leading me to a bar stool and going behind the counter. “First two rounds are on me!”

“Mitch, you don’t have to do that man,” Ashton said waving his hands.

“Nonsense! First round is for her birthday, and the second is for yours,” Mitchy continuing to conjure up a suitable beverage to start the night.

My head quickly whipped around to Ashton with my mouth agape, “When is your birthday?!”

“It might also be tonight,” he said nonchalantly with his fingers interlaced in the countertop.

“Seriously?” I questioned.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged.

I took the plastic tiara off of my head and placed it on his and said, “Guess who’s the birthday princess now?” making Ashton laugh with an accompanying clap.

Mitchy slid two shot glasses towards us layered with various spirits. Ashton reached for one, but Mitchy lightly swatted his hand away and held up a finger as if to say ‘wait for it’ while pulling a lighter out of his pocket. My eyebrows were furrowed until Mitchy sparked a flame and lit the upper layer of our shots aflame.

“Holy shit. What is that?” I said staring at the beverage.

“It’s informally titled flaming liquid cocaine, but tonight it’s your birthday candle,” Mitchy stated proudly.

“In that case,” Ashton began, “make a wish, princess.”

Mitchy counted us off on three and we blew out the flame, quickly picking up the glass to down the liquid. I shook my head as warmth crept through my belly and up my spine. “Oh my god that tasted like Christmas.”

“Lucky for you, not-so Saint Nick has another one of those coming up,” Mitchy said re-sparking his lighter, making Ashton and I whoop in response.


“What do you mean you can’t dance?” Ashton was baffled bringing me onto the dance floor.

“I said what I said! Unless there’s instructions in the song, I can’t dance for shit!” I told him.

Ashton laced our fingers and brought us closer together, slowly beginning to sway us into the tempo of the upbeat song currently playing, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Alright, but don’t say anything when I step in your toes,” I retaliated making his glazed eyes squint while he giggled.

As many times as I stumbled, Ashton kept me on my feet and in a great mood. He wasn’t exactly the world’s best dancer either, so most of our dancing was simply us goofing off with each other and singing the lyrics we knew. Eventually the liquor filtered through his system and he got a lot smoother in his movements. 

It was when Ashton began body rolling that a small circle formed in the dance floor around us with other club goers chanting and cheering his freestyle session on. I giggled when he looked around and realized what was happening before setting his eyes on me. He did a dramatic pause and cracked an imaginary whip, making said cracking sound with his mouth. He then whipped the imaginary rope around me, tightening the knot with both hands and started his gradual pull. When the crowd saw I wasn’t shifting with his faux lasso, a few girls behind me gently pushed me towards him. The crowd got louder as we got closer and the drop in the song was approaching. Ashton “released” his lasso and spun me twice into his arms before creating a picture-perfect moment and dipping me at the bass drop of the song, causing the crowd to cheer and applaud.

We fell into a fit of laughter while the crowd went back to their own dancing. He pulled me upright slowly so I wouldn’t get too dizzy. As our giggles faded, our smiles remained as we recognized how close we were in proximity. The DJ switched the song to a slower, more promiscuous one. Ashton brushed the remaining strands of hair out of my face and my breath hitched when he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. I took his hands in mine and slid them down to my hips, both of us swaying and grinding softly to the music. I turned around so his front was pressed against my backside like a second skin. He kept his hands lightly roaming on my sides and thighs, rolling his hips against me while I pushed my ass on him as rhythmically as I could. My head lulled to rest on his shoulder, allowing me to feel how quickly his pulse had gotten from our actions. We continued like that, occasionally altering the pace, until the song ended. We faced each other with flushed cheeks, still close in each other’s arms.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He exhaled.


“Oh my god,” I moaned while throwing my head back.

“Fuck, I know,” Ashton groaned equally satisfied.

The McDonald’s cashier behind the counter judgmentally stared at both of us individually going through our second Big Macs.

“It’s even better than the first one!” He shouted with a mouthful.

I gasped and set my burger down to take the bun off and add French fries into it. When I replaced the bun and took a bite, I nearly melted in my seat. “This is the best night ever,” I said taking a sip of my chocolate milkshake.

“I told you!” Ashton victoriously yelled dipping fries into his shake.

And laughed at his boasting and waved away the few other drunks in the restaurant to high five him.

“I’m now your favorite barkeep and newly officiated birthday buddy,” he smiled. “And why do you keep laughing,” he said giggling himself.

“Because you have really deep dimples so your smile is super cute okay! I mean look at you,” I whisper shouted touching his face. “It’s like you’re sculpted to be perfect,” I commented lowly making him blush further.

“It takes perfection to know it,” he attempted to compliment me back, but the moment was stolen by me laughing at the fact that he was trying to bring his straw to his mouth with his tongue and failing miserably.

“Dammit, I’m trying to say you’re beautiful and I’m fucking it up,” he laughed and covered his face.

I removed his hands from his face and kissed his cheek, making his laughter falter.

“Thank you for tonight,” I smiled.

He smiled back and wrapped me into a side hug, “Right back at ya, birthday princess.”

starving

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!

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

“Never?”

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.

“Y/N.”

“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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forget it

Originally posted by pikamikey

word count: 2.6k

requested: yes ;) I have no idea if this is what you wanted by hope you like it anyways

warnings: mature language & angst I guess

summary: you’re best friends with the boys and secretly in love with Ashton but when he gets a girlfriend, any hope of him liking you disappears.

a/n: this could’ve been longer but honestly it was long enough tbf & this feels kind of rushed but that might just be me


“She’s so rude.” Luke complained, his body hunched forward as the four of you sat on the couch. You were trapped between Calum and Michael as Luke sat on an armchair opposite you. 

“I still haven’t met her.” you sighed, resting your head on Michael’s shoulder, wallowing in self-misery. It was no secret that you were completely infatuated with the curly haired boy and it seemed like he felt the same until he brought home a girl called Lola, his new girlfriend. 

“Consider yourself lucky.” Calum huffed from beside you, rolling his eyes back before relaxing into the worn couch. You let out a sigh, your heart pounding in anticipation as you awaited the return of the hazel-eyed boy and his girlfriend. 

Ashton had wanted to introduce you to her for a while now but you could never bring yourself to actually meet her, which was only made worse when the boys told you she was a horrible human being. 

Your heart ached at the thought. Ashton deserved someone kind and wholehearted even if that person wasn’t you. But according to the boys, he was smitten with the blonde haired girl. 

“What time are they coming back?” you asked, your head still resting on Michael’s shoulder as you both lied back, your back hitting the old leather couch. 

“Any second now,” Luke huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m still surprised he even has a girlfriend, especially after everything he said about you.” 

Your eyebrows raised at Luke’s words, confused as to what he was talking about. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“He always talked about you, he was so captivated with you. So him bringing home a girl that wasn’t you is surprising, to say the least.” Calum answered, glancing over at you briefly as he spoke. 

Your heart sank at his words, you’d always had your suspicions but it seemed he’d moved on and there was nothing more you could do. 

The door slam echoed through the apartment and your heart was beating out of your chest. Michael wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him almost as if he could sense the anxiety that was taking over you.

Luke looked up at you with sympathetic eyes which quickly turned hard as he heard a girly giggle fill the apartment. Your whole body tensed and Michael was quick to notice, rubbing small patterns on your clothed skin in hopes to ease you. 

“Hey, anyone home?” Ashton’s voice boomed out as you shrunk into Michael’s torso but he didn’t seem to mind. 

“In here.” Calum replied, a bite to his words as his jaw clenched. 

Ashton entered the room a few moments later, his hands intertwined with a short, pretty blonde girl. His eyes scanned the room, his face breaking out into a grin which quickly disappeared when he saw you cuddling tightly into Michael. 

“Y/N! I’ve been meaning to introduce you to Lola,” he started, glancing back to his girlfriend, “Lola, this is Y/N and Y/N, this is Lola.” 

You sent her a warm smile, hoping she wasn’t nearly as bad as the boys made her out to be but the raised eyebrows and eye roll made it clear enough. But Ashton was too focused looking at you to notice her action. 

The room was filled with silence, Lola clinging on to Ashton as he looked her his jaw still slightly clenched.

“So, what do you guys want to do?” you said, breaking the silence. Everyone’s heads snapped to you as you sat there, an awkward smile resting on your face. 

“I was thinking pizza and movies, like before.” Michael smiled, glancing around the room, earning nods from the two other seated boys. 

“Actually, Ashton and I were going to head back to my place.” Lola chirped, her eyes burning into you. You suddenly felt incredibly insecure, you’re sitting there wearing an oversized sweatshirt whilst she stood tall, a mini skirt adorning her figure. 

“But we just got here babe.” Ashton said sadly, his eyes meeting her bright blue ones. Your heart sinking even further at the pet name. 

“And now we’re leaving. Let’s go.” she smirked, her eyes traveling around the room, shooting dirty looks at you and the rest of the boys. 

Ashton smiled sadly at you, ignoring the rest of the boys’ grimacing faces. You smiled at him, your eyes full of sympathy as the girl tugged at his bicep once again. 

“I guess I’ll talk to you guys later then.” Ashton waved, being pulled from the room before you could even say goodbye. 

Silence took over the room once again, only interrupted by the loud door slam that followed their exit. Your eyes met Luke’s, his baby blue eyes now a shade darker than usual. 

“What a bitch.” Calum huffed, making a giggle escape you which made the rest of the boys lighten up a little. 

“And here I was, thinking Michael was the bitchiest girl around.” you huffed with a smirk, the two boys erupting with laughter as Michael looked down at you with a grimace before rolling his eyes and breaking out into a grin. 

It was a few hours until Ashton arrived home again, alone this time. You were smushed into the couch, pizza boxes and soda surrounding you when Ashton returned home. 

“Hey, I’m home.” Ashton said from the doorway, all eyes finding their way to his lean figure. The boys looked at him with disgust whilst you smiled at him, making a small smile grace his lips. 

“Is she with you?” Calum spat, looking behind him expecting to see the short girl behind him. 

“No, just me.” Ashton stated, walking towards the four of you. The boys reverted their attention back to the TV, South Park gracing the screen. 

You scooted over slightly, making room for Ashton to sit down but instead he took the larger armchair that Luke had resided in earlier that day. 

Michael snaked an arm around you once again and it was then you realized what he’d been trying to do all day. Ashton’s jaw clenched at the sight and his eyes went hard making a smirk play on Michael’s lips. 

Michael leaned down, his warm breath hitting against your ear as he whispered to you, “Let’s make him jealous.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, your eyes trailing down to the floor; desperately trying to avoid eye contact with Ashton. 

Michael’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist pulling you even closer into him as you rested your head on his chest, similarly as to how you’d sat earlier that day. Your hand rested on his thigh, Ashton’s lips twitched up almost reminiscing a snarl. 

“Y/N, can I talk to you? In private.” Ashton asked, his tone making it sound like more of a statement than a question. 

“Keep it going, let’s see how far we can go till he breaks.” Michael sniggered in your ear. You couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty, after all, he was your best friend but you couldn’t resist seeing his reaction. 

“After this episode.” you smiled warmly, reverting your attention back to Michael who was staring down at you. A large smirk graced his face and it took everything within you to not laugh. 

Michael leaned down once again, his lips dancing along the outer shell of your ear making you shudder slightly. “Okay, so pretend I’m saying something really funny to make him annoyed.” 

You laughed, mostly because you thought this whole jealousy game was actually quite funny. Michael smiled again before whispering again, which to anyone else would’ve looked flirty. 

“Oh, shit. He’s getting annoyed. Told you he liked you.” Michael whispered playfully making your heart pound as you stole a glance at Ashton who was watching the two of you intently. 

Before you had the chance to respond Ashton stormed over to the two of you, grabbing your forearm before lifting you off the red-haired boy. 

“Episodes over, time to talk.” Ashton said, pulling you from your seat and into the hallway, leaving the rest of the boys grinning on the couch. 

As soon as you reached the hallway, the grip on your wrist loosening but his fingers still wrapped around your wrist. 

“Since when were you and Michael a thing?” he spat, his words laced with venom. 

“Me and Michael?” you laughed flatly, ”Michael and I aren’t anything.” 

His eyebrows raised at your statement, clearly not believing you. 

“Well, you seemed really comfortable back there. Him whispering into your ear and you giggling back at him, didn’t seem like nothing.” he said through gritted teeth, each word coming out more poisonous than the last. 

“What has my love life got to do with you. You have a girlfriend.” you said, sounding angrier than originally intended but you couldn’t help the fire inside of you that came with the thought of the blonde girl. 

“So what? As soon as I get a girlfriend you go crawling to the next boy?” Ashton shouted, waving his hands around in the air. 

“Michael and I are friends. Why do you even care so much? It’s not like we’re dating.” you shouted back, the once peaceful conversation now becoming heated. 

“Ugh, would you stop asking questions.” Ashton said, tugging at the ends of his hair. 

You went silent, watching Ashton as he tried to collect his thoughts, pacing back and forth in the small width of the hallway. You stared down at your shoes, your heart feeling as if it could fall out of your chest. 

“Ash, calm down.” you sighed, looking back up at him to find him clearly stressed and aggravated. 

“Do you know how hard it is to watch you cuddle into him? To watch you giggle at the things he says and to have your hand on his fucking thigh.” he said, his eyes burning into you and you couldn’t help but feel tiny as he towered over you.

“Do you know how hard it is to hear you ramble on about your girlfriend? To hear how captivated you are with her and still have to smile and tell you she sounds great. Because it fucking hurts, Ash.” you finished, tears glossing your eyes. 

Ashton cowered back, his eyes sad as he took in your words. A tear slipped down your face and you shook your head pathetically, wiping your face. 

“I-I didn’t-” Ashton started before cutting himself off, not able to finish his own sentence. 

“Forget it.” you sighed, moping back into the front room; leaving Ashton alone in the hallway. 

The boys had remained on the couch, all of their eyes on you. It was clear from the pitiful smiles that they’d heard everything but you hadn’t expected any less since the two of you were practically screaming at each other. 

Calum held his arms open which you miserably fell into, his chin resting on the top of your head, rubbing small circles into your back. 

You heard Ashton leave, taking a small piece of you with him. 

“What a dick.” Luke spat, making you smile softly at his annoyance. “He gets his dream girl fucking handed to him and he still goes crawling back to some rich bitch.” 

You smiled at him, his temper seeming to burn out as he smiled softly back at you. You let out a huff, as you relaxed into the kiwi boy. 

“I’ll get over it.” you sighed, reverting your attention to the TV knowing full well that it wasn’t that easy. 


It was the very next day you found out that Ashton had broken up with Lola, apparently she’d been cheating or at least that’s what you’d been told. 

The boys had forgiven Ash but you still couldn’t bring yourself to face him despite his constant attempts to contact you, whether that be through texts, calls or face to face. 

You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever but you liked to think that you could. It’d been working for a while now but Ashton was trying harder to grab your attention. 

“You’re gonna have to speak to him someday.” Luke sighed, bringing up the subject for the thousandth time since him and Ashton had rekindled their friendship. 

“I prefer to avoid the problem until it goes away. In this instance Ashton is the problem.” you said, sending him a sarcastic smile. His eyes rolled back as he smirked at you. 

“You can’t hide from your problems forever.” he smiled, looking over your shoulder and to the door of the diner which you currently occupied. Your head snapped around to see the curly haired boy glancing around before spotting you. 

You looked across the booth, prepared to scold Luke; only to find him gone. You looked back once again to find him talking to Ashton before sending you a wink and leaving. 

Ashton slowly walked towards your booth as you sunk into your seat in hopes it would swallow you up. Unfortunately, it didn’t and soon you found yourself sitting opposite Ashton, resuming the position that belonged to Luke a few moments before. 

“Hi.” he breathed, his eyes burning into you as you slouched into the seat. You flicked your eyebrows up at him, the straw of your milkshake suddenly becoming interesting. 

“Are you just gonna ignore me?” he groaned, his eyes searching your face for any emotions. 

“That’s the plan.” you smiled, before continuing to fiddle with the straw. 

“What have I got to do to make you forgive me?” he asked, his eyes sad as you finally made eye contact. Your heart yearned to forgive him and tell him you loved him but you wouldn’t allow yourself to. 

“You broke me, Ash. You had a girlfriend but still got jealous, or at least I think that’s what that was. I thought that maybe, just maybe you felt the same way but now I’m just confused.” you sighed. “I loved you and I still do.”

Your eyes were glossy as you sat there, awaiting his speech about how he loves you but only as a friend before proceeding to tell you that he hopes it can go back to the way it was. 

But before he said anything he reached across the table, cupping your hand in his two large ones as you looked up at him with scrunched eyebrows. 

“I love you Y/N. So much.” he smiled sadly, his warmth radiating through you as his hands rubbed against yours. 

“Then why’d you get a girlfriend?” you said, your voice small in hopes he wouldn’t hear the wavering in your speech. 

“Because I thought I didn’t deserve you. I needed a distraction and Lola was perfect,” he said, making you wince slightly at the use of her name. “But she wasn’t you.” 

Your eyes burned into his as a tear threatened to spill but as soon as one did, Ashton was quick to catch it; the pad of his thumb swiping across your cheek. 

“So, you actually like me back?” you sighed, desperate for reassurance despite his confession. He chuckled slightly before speaking once again. 

“I don’t like you, baby girl.” he started, “I love you.” 

Your heart fluttered and you could’ve sworn you nearly threw up. The small smile he sent you almost made you explode and you were puzzled as to how he kept such a nonchalant composure whilst professing his love to somebody. 

“I love you too.” you breathed. 

Ashton leaned over the table and softly pressed his lips against yours making your eyes flutter shut and your heart to pound even harder than before. 

It was a few moments before he pulled back, your lips tingling from the innocent yet meaningful kiss. 

“God, I love you so much. I didn’t even think it was possible.” he muttered, somewhat to himself but it was knowingly directed at you. 

“Can we go home?” you smiled, your eyes soft as they met his dilated ones. 

“Of course, baby.”

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.7

                                               Part S E V E N

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: 100 notes please, my loves! im so so happy that you love this series and i hope this part gives you a lil somethin to smile about. i promise, calum seems a little better in this part !

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E

Outside the Bar, 1:05 A.M. 

Wind blew through your hair, making music in your ears as you were stood outside of the Finnish bar. It was dimly lit, with few people waiting outside to enter the bar. Calum was still holding your wrist with a tight grip, feeling it go numb just by his touch. 

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Slideshow : Photographer!Ashton One Shot

“Baby?” Ashton’s voice sounds from the other side of the door.

“Yeah?” you call back, your words less clear than they would be if you didn’t have a toothbrush spinning against your molars. When you don’t hear a response, you take a step away from the counter and grab the handle of the closed bathroom door, pulling it open enough to peak through the crack.

A bright flash of light startles you, sending you hiding behind the barrier again. “Ashton,” you scorn lightheartedly, spitting a mouthful of toothpaste foam into the sink and rinsing it down with water. You place the electronic brush back on its holder and cautiously open the door again, making sure the coast is clear before fully entering the bedroom.

“I think this is my best one,” Ashton says proudly, shaking a developing Polaroid photo from his reclined position in bed.

You roll up the cuffs of your long sleeves as you cross the room, yet to change into pajamas. “You could’ve at least told me to smile,” you tut, reaching the end of the mattress and tilting onto your hands and knees, beginning the slow crawl up Ashton’s lengthy legs. With one hand on the camera beside him and the other catering to the picture, Ashton leaves plenty of room for you to prop yourself on top of his denim-clad lap.

“But then it wouldn’t have been in the moment,” Ashton argues, earning himself a well-deserved eye roll. If you had a dollar every time he excused his impromptu photo shoots of you with the phrase “in the moment,” you’d have enough money to buy a new boyfriend.

Still, you’re glad to see Ashton enjoying his birthday gift. As a professional photographer, he’s accumulated a collection over the years of expensive cameras, lenses, sources of light and other equipment, but an old fashioned Polaroid was always the one thing missing, so you decided to use the special occasion to help out.

Ashton glances at the photo he just took and smiles, flipping it with his fingers to aim it in your direction. “Look at how cute you are.”

“Stop,” you whisper bashfully, catching his wrist to lower the picture out of sight. “No more.”

“One more?” he bargains, placing his hand over the camera on the bed beside him.

“Why?” you huff.

“Because I love you.”

You take a deep breath, unable to stand your ground against that. Ashton smirks and raises the camera to his face, squinting an eye behind the view finder and resting his index on the shutter button, but he surprises you by lowering the camera before the photo is taken and setting it on the mattress again. You’re confused until his hands reach out to you and he begins to tamper with the buttons going down the front of your shirt, undoing them one by one until your bra and stomach make an appearance between the hems. You watch in awe as he takes the time to admire the new exposure, knowing that he genuinely does like what he sees. His free palm flattens over the top of your thigh as he repeats the steps of setting the camera up again, a squeeze given to your leg as a flash of light captures the moment.

Ashton pinches the corner of the photo as it slides out of the bottom of the camera, fanning it briefly before setting it upside down on the nightstand.

“Gonna want to save that for later,” he teases.

You smile and peel the camera from his fingers, pushing it out of the way toward the other side of the bed. “No more,” you restate softly, leaning forward to cup his jaw and to press your lips to his.

Ashton doesn’t argue this time, preferring to kiss you instead. His breath hitches when your body sinks down to his, his hands taking their cue to run along your back sensually, making their way under the fabric of your shirt and raising goosebumps on your skin in their wake. Your hips wiggle temptingly as you readjust the positioning of your legs, provoking an accidental groan from Ashton that’s shortly followed by a spurt of energy, flipping the two of you over.

His mouth travels from your lips to your neck where his teeth start nipping individual bites of affection, your fingers tangling into his curly hair and pulling when he gets aggressive. He nudges your shirt off of your shoulders to make room for his kisses to expand, littering every inch of your collarbones and beyond with the loving touch of his lips until he’s forced to pull away to catch his breath.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear, tugging lightly at your opened shirt. “Want this off.”

You smile and sit up, making the process of sliding the material down your arms a little easier for Ashton. He tosses the clothing to the ground once it’s freed, catching one of your hands and planting kisses to your knuckles, wrist, and up your forearm on his way to your face where he dips his head to taste your lips again.

Before he gets too caught up in you, though, you want to make things a bit more equal.

“Yours too,” you request, bunching and releasing a fistful of his plain black tee.

Ashton is happy to cooperate, leaving a kiss to the corner of your mouth before pushing himself up to his knees. He shows off his arms as he reaches behind his neck for the collar of his shirt to yank the whole thing over his head, and as you watch him do so, an impulsive idea comes to mind.

You grab the Polaroid camera that’s been abandoned next to you, quickly checking to make sure it’s still turned on before aligning the view finder to your left eye and snapping a not-so-secretive picture of Ashton removing his top. If the flash didn’t give you away, the noisy printing of the film afterward certainly did, but you’re not trying to hide anything, waving the developing photo around confidently as Ashton did to you.

His expression is revealed when his shirt comes off, a playful curl lifting one side of his mouth.

“Thought you said no more?” he asks mischievously, leaning forward to place a hand on either side of your ribs.

You shrug, dropping the new Polaroid in with the others on the surface of the nightstand. “Guess I lied.”

Ashton hums tantalizingly, dividing your legs farther apart with his knees to settle himself in between, slowly taking the camera from your hand when he mutters, “Gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

Thus begins a game of back and forth, ownership of the camera being passed between you as the two of you wrestle for dominance, as your bodies are gradually stripped of clothing, as your desire for each other becomes more heated. Ashton manages to photograph an image of his thumb roughly tracing your lips, to which you counter with a picture of his bare torso as you straddle him and carve scratches down his chest. His retaliation is taken when you’re on your back, bucking your hips to ease your jeans down the curve of your ass, but the camera falls into your hands again to document the sight of Ashton’s head between your legs while he lustfully takes his time kissing hickeys up your inner thighs. With each change of position comes a variety of snapshots, falling from the camera and getting lost somewhere in the sheets for later reflection. By the time you and Ashton have forgotten the Polaroid to focus on each other physically, you’re rolling around on a bunch of scattered film strips that practically slideshow your foreplay.

Both spent and breathing heavily, you and Ashton collapse onto the queen sized mattress, resting your heads on the pillows as your heart rates slow to normality. You lazily turn on your side to face him, chuckling when you see that one of the printed photos has adhered to his shoulder, and doing him a favor by peeling it off. Ashton looks to you when he hears you squeal, watching as you cover your eyes in embarrassment.

“What?” he laughs. “Which one is it?”

An answer isn’t provided, so he takes the picture to see for himself, smirking upon realizing it’s the one he took of you with a certain body part of his being cared for in your mouth.

“Aw, love, don’t be shy now,” Ashton coos, digging an arm under your body and pulling you into his chest, pressing his lips to your forehead in comfort. “I really liked that.”

You shake your head knowingly, grabbing another photo lying in the space between your and Ashton’s hips. “What are we gonna do with all these?”

Ashton tilts his chin to look at the image with you and takes a deep breath. “Make an album, I guess.”

“Ew,” you laugh, plowing your elbow into his side.

He delivers another kiss to your temple. “We should keep them, though. Something to remind us of how hot we were when we’re old.”

You swallow, glancing up at him. “You think we’ll be together that long?” you ask, a bit surprised by the certainty in his statement.

Ashton’s hand covers the one you’re using to tickle his stomach. “Well you were here for this birthday,” he says softly. “Wouldn’t mind ya sticking around for fifty more.”

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We Won’t Tell If You Don’t

Anonymous said:
Sadly I would let all four of them raw me and I am not ashamed
me either bitch tf

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Somehow I was convinced to play “two truths and a lie” with the boys, which sounded fun, but I know them all too well for something like this. “Alright Y/N, you’re turn.” Michael took a swig of his beer as I exhaled deeply. “Hmm, I have never done anything more than a threesome, I sleep naked, and winged eyeliner and eyebrows are a form of art to me.”

All four of the boys simply staring at me in silence. Ashton’s lips parted as he laughed slightly. “I think the threesome one is a lie.” “Yeah, I agree with Ashton.” Luke scratched the stubble underneath his chin. I reverted my attention to Calum and Michael.

“I disagree. I think the lie is sleeping naked..” Calum hummed. “Well everyone knows that your weird eyeliner and eyebrow obsession, so I have to agree with Luke and Ashton.” I scoffed and stood up, stretching in amazement. I have been friends with these dorks for over seven years, but they managed to answer incorrectly.

“Calum is the only one who is right. I don’t sleep nude, I sleep in a bra and panties but nothing else.” When I reached for another cookie, Michael swiftly grabbed the pack. All eyes fixated on me.

“What?” I said. “Don’t play innocent Y/N. We’ve known you for years and you never mentioned anything about a threesome?” Ashton bluntly stated. I blushed and put my hair back into a bun.

I shrugged. “You guys don’t tell me everything about your personal lives, I just never cared to mention it..” Luke laughed before the others joined in. I rolled my eyes and got fixated on the couch. “That’s because we have no lives, Y/N. But that’s besides the point.” Luke reminded.

“Fine guys. You’re not going to let this go are you.. So what do you want to know-” “Who’d you have more than threesome with, Y/N?” Ashton crossed his arms. The guys sitting back on the floor, in front of me. I looked at my fingers in slight embarrassment. Figuring, I had nothing to loose by telling them the truth.

“Umm ya know Liam and Harry… It was one night and I was really tipsy, and alcohol and I don’t mix well. I-” “Oh that’s grand.” Michael laughed. “That’s not fair. You fuck them but you won’t even let us see you naked. We use to take baths together!?” Calum teased. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red by the second.

“Can you all calm down. It’s really not a big deal. I’ve just known you four, longer..that’s all. It’d be too- weird.” I trailed off, trying to find the right words. They all nodded in unison as if they finally understood. Ashton cleared his throat, speaking for everyone.

“So what you’re saying is- If we can make things ‘unweird’..then you’d have a fivesome with us?” He elaborated. Stuttering out a response, I tried to make things clear. Only sounding nervous and anxious in return.

“I guess. I don’t know, sure. Why not? But that’s not going to happen.” I half heartedly laughed. I unlocked my phone, responding to the unopened snapchats that I received. The conversation was running dry. But when I felt Calum’s hands on mine, lowering my phone and tossing it aside..I quietly looked up in question.

He simply placed a finger over my lips and lifted my chin. My eyes flickering on the other boys, removing their shirts. “We won’t tell If you won’t.” He whispered. My mouth was already parted to agree, by the time he leaned down. His lips meeting mine in a needy kiss.

Calum and I used to date in year 7, but of course it was an innocent love-affair back then, but he always had a special place in my heart. So when his tongue danced around mine, I was settled on doing anything but pushing him away.

“No need to rush. We’ll all get a taste.” Luke cut in. Carefully grabbing my hand and standing you up. Smirking with a sudden spark of interest, they led me upstairs. As soon as I settled in Ashton’s room-Michael lifted me up. I lifted my shirt up and over my head. Slowly sliding my jeans down as Calum tossed them aside.

Ashton walked over to his closet, retrieving a pair of handcuffs and a handful of condoms. Tossing them to the guys. I raised an eyebrow. “Seems like you’ve done this before, Ash…” I hummed. Mesmerized by his biceps as he absentmindedly, cuffed me to the bed post. I felt a sense of vulnerability.

The boys attacking me with pleasure; Luke was kissing a trail down to my heated core. Gradually leaving sloppy pecks. Michael brushed his hair out the way, leaning in to suck my hardened nipples. Calum was teasing me, finding your weak spot as he left love bites on my neck. Ashton kicking off his Calvin Kleins, before getting on the bed.

Cupping my cheek as he hovered above me. His length springing free, wanting attention. Feeling Luke’s tongue lick a thin stripe up my core, I moaned. Using one hand to slowly pump Ashton’s member. Gripping his waist with the other. He started whispering dirty profanities. This side of Ashton, surprising me from his usual polite and sweet mannerisms.

“Go ahead babe. Open up your pretty-little mouth for me.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. Peering down at me with darkened pupils. I could feel my heart thumping out of my chest. Closing my eyes and taking him in my mouth, as I used a hand to pump carefully. The two of us moaning in unison. Causing Luke to suck harder, lapping up my juices as I arched my back.

Michael’s rough hands moving up and down my stomach. I’d never imagine in a million years-being surrounded by four of my best mates. Exposed and needy. Completely helpless under their control as they watched me give Ashton head.  Ashton hissed when you pumped faster, keeping up with the speed of Luke’s tongue. His lip ring tickling your insides with euphoria.

“Ahh-” I gasped, my hips beginning to stir. The instant Luke pulled away from me, I tried to sit up, disregarding Ashton’s nearing high. If I didn’t get to cum, neither would he. “Luke…” I whined. Calum mischievously leaving a mark on your collarbone.

“Sorry, Y/N. I wouldn’t have lasted any longer.” He groaned. Gesturing towards his increasing bulge. I slightly twitched when Michael slapped my thighs, prying my legs apart. Yanking at the cuffs, longing to get free.

“Can you guys let me go, at least..” I batted my eyelashes innocently. Ashton moving aside to lay beside me, watching as he stroked himself. I swallowed the lump in my throat. A warm sensation in the pit of my stomach. Butterflies fluttering every-time one of them would touch me.

“If you want us to uncuff you Y/N. Last one round with me. If you make any noise, we’ll ensure you’ll be walking on all fours tomorrow.” Michael warned. Hastily gripping my hips as he brushed himself against my opening. I bit my lip and nodded. Feeling Luke and Calum’s touch all over me, edging me closer.

Calum sucked under my ear. Whispering sweet nothings as he moved the hair out of my face. “You have to be a little more vocal than that baby.” Luke chuckled. I stuttered, looking down to see Michael leaving kind figure eights around my clit.

My lips parted before trapping any sounds of pleasure from escaping. They may have me wrapped around their fingers, but I was defiantly competitive and would never cave in. Not now at least.

“Go ahead, Y/N. Tell us how bad you want it.” Michael cooed. I gasped, feeling his tip enter me before pulling out. Repeating the action as he went deeper.
“I-I want you to fuck me Michael. H-hard..please.” My lip was trapped in between my teeth. He accepted my wish and thrusted in hard. Firmly gripping the back of my waist as he went at a steady rhythm.

“Shit.” Ashton sighed. Moving his hand faster. The sound of Michael’s skin against mine, began to echo with sinful slurs. “Open your eyes.” Luke reminded. Making me gaze into Michael’s glossed stare, fighting for breath as I strained to suppress my moans. It made me smile to myself when I realized just how caring all of them were being.

Aside from their secret kinks and rough actions, they were making sure I was comfortable first. “F-fuck!” I blurted out, when Michael thrusted deep enough to hit my g-spot perfectly. His erection throbbing within my walls.

He sucked his teeth, slowly stopping and pulling out. I dropped my head against the pillow. Trying to catch my breath with sexual frustration. I still hadn’t released yet. But by the leftover remains all over my stomach, I knew Michael did. That cheeky bastard.

“Shit. P-please let me go.” I hissed. Yanking at my restraints again. The cuffs grazing against my wrist in defiance. “Hmm, I don’t know guys. We should let her loose now. Make those hips stir a little more..” Luke approved. When Calum was about to respond in protest, I grew an idea. Knowing the one thing that would make one of them free me.

“Please..daddy.” I whispered-more or so directing the praise towards Ashton. It worked. Because he licked his lips and bit at the pink flesh. His eyes locking on mine. Like I’d sent him a clear message that was gratefully received. He raised a challenging eyebrow of authority. He was always the alpha when it came to sex.

“Uncuff her.” He growled. His accent laced with a crack of need, in his tone. Calum unsnapped them as I sighed peacefully. Sitting up with a smirk and running my hands over the lightly teared skin on my wrist. My mind immediately focused on Luke. Out of all the guys, he was the only one who’d be timid enough to not ask for anything in return. His bashful nature was extremely cute.

“Come here Luke..” I cooed, gesturing him closer with my finger. He chewed on his bottom lip and removed his boxers. Holding his member in his hand as he masked it from your sight. “Tell me what you want Hemmings.” I pecked the base of his neck. Slyly trailing a hand down his chest.

He caught on with increased confidence, once I bluntly swatted his hand away. Cupping his pulsating hard on. His breath tickling my lips as I kissed him. “It’s your turn.” I confirmed. My words were flirtatious and persistent. Looking him in eye. Jealous stares of wonder were evident from the others. But they didn’t interrupt.

“Take a seat beautiful.” Luke proposed, patting his thigh as he opened his legs slightly. The idea of riding his thigh was exciting. I’ve never done such a submissive yet dirty act before. There’s always a first time for everything.

At first, it was uncomfortable. But I wrapped my arms around his neck. He hoisted me up to sit on his thigh. The purity ring amongst his pinky finger creating such irony. “Perfect.” Luke choked out. My fingers settling on the sides of his face in admiration. I rocked my hips back and fourth.

His reaction to my wetness-fixated and hungry. He dug his nails deeper into my backside. Trailing his hands up my curves. Hearing heavy breathing amongst the other boys. “Right there..” Luke praised. “I can feel you falling apart Y/N. Go ahead and cum all over me. Don’t hold it back.” He growled.

“L-luke.” I stammered. The amount of pleasure this produced, surprising me. I didn’t think it’d have such an effect on me. I rocked my hips faster and threw me head back. Luke’s lips showering my neck with more kisses. My skin probably tainted with a hundred love bites, by now.

“I’m so, fuck!” I moaned loudly. I was falling apart, sweat beginning to bead down the valley of my breast. Calum’s disarrayed reaction coming into my side vision. I locked eyes with him on purpose. Sensually repeating Luke’s name as I bit into his shoulder. He hugged me close, a messy heap of my juices left upon his thigh.

“Fucking tease!” Calum sighed. Trying to keep his head from shifting backwards. I felt a familiar flutter in the pit of my stomach. Riding him faster. Squeezing my eyes closed as I released on him. I remained still for a second. Recovering from my orgasm, I felt a pair of hands lift me up. Ashton roughly pressing me to his front.

“All fours.” “But Ash-” “Now.” Leaving a sloppy kiss upon my neck. I weakly nodded. My legs buckling for strength. I’d never pushed myself this much before. My energy decreasing into sharp breaths. Ashton used a hand to rest against the back of my neck. Running it down my spine, to watch me stretch forward. My bum on full display.

“Boys I think we should all get in on this one. Calum? You like a little Doggy-missionary action don’t ya?” Ashton talked in a playful tone. Auctioning me off to get back at me, for all the teasing I’d committed. The moment I called him Daddy, something sparked inside of him. His faint smirk and hooded eyes gazing at me.

“I do, Ashton. I think she’ll be in for a treat.” Calum smirked. “Go easy on me daddy.” I halfheartedly told Ashton. Sending him a naughty wink before going down on Calum. His length a lot longer than I thought. I licked up and down his shaft, pumping him as he hardened even more. Pre-cum exiting his throbbing tip.

Ashton smacked and kneaded my bum. He didn’t give me time to adjust, taking off in a sinful rhythm that caused the headboard to hit the wall. Calum moaning when I admitted a throaty groan against him. I bobbed my head up and down. Barely noticing Michael getting involved, as he pulled my head up by my hair.

Capturing my mouth in a sloppy make-out session. I pulled away from Michael, going back down to suck Calum faster. He was a moaning mess of utter disbelief. Michael standing close by as I out reached a hand, to accompany his needs.

“Y/N! Shit, keep going. Don’t stop. Make daddy moan baby.” Ashton pushed my head down. I gagged slightly. Moaning as I innocently batted my eyelashes. Calum’s mouth widened in praise. His eyes fluttering shut as he gripped the sheets. Twitching against the back of my throat as I moved faster.

My hand producing a pornographic, wet sound as I gave Michael a hand job. His climax expanding all over the palm of my hand. “Dammit Ashton.” I stopped to catch my breath. The impact of his hips meeting my skin, making me jerk forward as he sped up the pace. Each thrust harder than the last.

“Shit Y/N, you’re such a naughty girl.” Calum growled. Placing a hand over my head and releasing into my mouth. I closed my eyes and sighed, retrieving my hand from Michael, to pump the rest of Calum’s shaft. Kindly easing his orgasm as his chest rose and fell. Luke’s gaze landing on me as you did the same for Michael.

Weakly falling apart as I sat up a little. Using my hand to reach out and grab Ashton by his back. He hugged me closer and went deeper. The new position allowing all of the boys the perfect view; Ashton gripping my breast. “You wanna call me daddy? Go ahead princess. Scream.” Ashton challenged. Pounding in slower but with heavy force. Knocking the wind out of you as you tossed your head back. Feeling his lips drop to your neck.

“A-ash…daddy!” My voice cracked. My hair fanning over my face as my vision became clouded with lust. But after everything I’d just done- now wasn’t the time to become all shy. I was way past that point. Ashton swore out loud, capturing my head from falling backwards. Forcing me to look up at the ceiling, his arm wrapping around to expertly place me in a choke hold.

All of my teasing not going un-noticed. Ashton making me pay for it as the both of us neared our highs. Every time I’d strain to unravel against him, he’d pull out and push right back in. The radiating sensation making my knees buckle. Luke lowered his head mischievously, eye level with the sensitive nub of nerves.

He tapped my clit with his thumb, watching me moan and squirm. His nails gripping my skin as I slurred out a curse word. Luke hastily moving his hand in circles- sending me over the edge. The rise of my next orgasm was enough to make me scream out-all of the boys groaning in unison. Watching me pant as I whimpered in sync with Ashton’s prize running down your leg. He eventually pulled out, holding on to my waist as I sighed deeply.

“Holy fuck. That was sexy.” Calum laughed. His throaty chuckle making me giggle. I could feel my face heating up, the room still clouded by lust. I carefully fell back against the mattress. Ashton’s Egyptian-cotton sheets now marked by your territory. I looked over at Luke, he was licking his lips and thumb. Lazily resting beside me.

“Well, this is something I’ll always remember.” I said. “I think we all will baby.” Ashton said.

Preference: “Can You Hold Me?”

Ashton: Hearing the front door open and close with a loud bang, you look up from the book you’re reading. Ashton sighs heavily as he shrugs off his coat and shoes, his eyes glancing up to meet yours. “Today was awful.” He mumbles, walking towards you. He kisses your cheek lightly and sits beside you. His hair is rumpled all about and his eyes are dull. They were full of life and excitement this morning. You put your book down and turn towards him. “Wanna talk about it?” You ask quietly. He stares at the wall across the room, silent. “Babe?” You murmur, putting your hand on his arm. Ashton looks over at you. “Can you… Can you hold me?” He asks, his voice cracking. “C’mere,” You say, pulling him towards you. He lies his head on your lap and you stroke his head lightly. “This would be better if you weren’t such a giant.” You joke, and Ashton cracks a small smile. “You’re doing great. I love you.” You smile softly. “I love you too.” He looks up at you. “Tell me about the book you’re reading.”

Calum: “You’re so drunk, oh my God.” You say, giggling at your best friend as he trips out of the club with Michael. “Sorry to drag you out here this late, but he kept asking for you. Make sure he gets home, yeah?” Michael asks. You nod, taking Calum’s arm. You start to walk down the street with him, almost falling twice because he trips. “You’re pretty.” Calum says, grinning up at you when he falls onto the sidewalk. You laugh, pulling him back up. “Come on, you need sleep.” You pull him into your house and place him on the couch. “Why didn’t ya come to the show?” Calum asks. “I had a date, Cal.” You say, heading to the kitchen. He stands up to follow but you put your hand up. “No, stay.” You laugh, grabbing aspirin and some water. You join him on the couch, handing him the water and aspirin. “Take this, you’ll need it.” Calum does as he’s told. “A date?” He repeats, his brows furrowing. You giggle, nodding. “I’ll take you on a date soon.” He mumbles. “Oh, really?” He nods. “But for now, can you hold me?” He asks innocently, yawning. You open your arms and he curls up into your side. You bite your lip as his soft snores fill the silence. A date with Calum wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

Luke: The airport is silent, the only noise being a hum from planes taking off outside. The white walls stare back at you as you cross your arms over your chest. “Princess, you can’t be mad at me.” He says, trying to take your hand in his. You stand up. “I can’t be mad? You’re leaving for nine months and you weren’t even going to tell me until after you left! I have a right to be mad at you.” You say, tears forming in your eyes. Luke stands up and wipes a stray tear away with his thumb. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to see you cry.” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You meet his eyes, which are watching Ashton. “Don’t be mad at Ash, I made him tell me.” You say, taking Luke’s face in your hands and forcing him to focus on you. “Can you hold me?” You ask, biting your lip. He sits down in an airport chair and pulls you down onto his lap. You bury your face in his neck and breathe in his scent, trying to memorize it until his flight is called.

Michael: “Kitten? Where are you?” Michael asks, his voice ringing out through your apartment. “In hell.” You croak, burying your head in the pillow on the living room couch. Michael chuckles, sitting down next to your waist. You lift your head and groan. “I told you not to come over. I don’t want you getting sick.” You mumble. Michael moves some hair away from your face. “You let Luke bring you soup.” He states. “Because I don’t care if he gets sick! Get out.” You say, trying to push him off of the couch. “Hey, stop. I’m fine. I want to be here.” Michael takes your hands in his to stop you from pushing him. “You’re a stubborn asshole.” You snap, sitting up. He smiles, kissing your cheek “Love you too.” You frown at him, which makes him laugh. “Smile, you’re beautiful.” He murmurs. You roll your eyes and lie back down. “Can you just hold me?” You ask, rubbing your eyes. He lies down beside you and wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Get some sleep, I’m not going anywhere.”

Baby's First Father's Day [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: So I’m posting this pretty late and I’m disappointed I couldn‘t get it out earlier but I had to work today. Sadly. But anyway, here is the next part to my Jay Family Fic ‘series’ and a Father’s Day Special. Hope you guys love it! <3

Previous Parts: Now and Always - Easter Bunny
Next Parts: Between A Rock and A Donkey Suit
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You and Jason were fast asleep this morning. Sleeping on your back as he had a hand on your protruding belly in a protective manner. After Easter last year, you and Jason had finally acted on that promise. You were ready to pop any day now, and honestly, that day couldn’t come soon enough. The pregnancy with Addilyn was pretty easy for a first one, but this one. Damn. So much morning sickness, and so many strange cravings.

Though this pregnancy was different in another way too. You and Jason decided to wait for the gender to make it a surprise. Though, you had a suspicion that Jason really wanted a boy. However, sleep and thoughts about the baby would have to wait because you both were woken up when a certain three year-old jumped on the both of you. Or more Jason.

“HAPPY FATHER’S DAY DADDY!” Addilyn squealed as she hugged him. Her raven black locks array from sleep, but her blue eyes were bright and alert. You both chuckled as she giggled. “Thank you sweetie. Be careful though okay.” Jason smiled, referring to your belly. She smiled and crawled over to you. Giving you a kiss then giving your stomach a kiss. It was a tradition she started in the mornings. “Good morning baby” she whispered softly to your belly.

Jason smiled at you before leaning over and placing a kiss on your lips. “Morning doll.” He grinned while pulling away. You hummed contently, “Happy Father’s Day Jay.” Addilyn giggled at your choice of words, “Mommy rhymed.

Still grinning Jason scooped her in his arms. “Want to help me make breakfast?” She nodded vigorously as they left the room. Jason shooting you a wink before moving out of sight. Slowly sitting up while holding your baby bump. “You really don’t make things easy.” You talked to your own stomach while swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

Rubbing your stomach a slight kick could be felt. “Of course you’re a fighter, just like your father.” Mumbling while pushing yourself up. Standing up a sharp pain ran through your abdomen. “Shit!” groaning to yourself. Gripping your stomach as you felt something wet. “Dammit” cursing at the pain and sitting back down on the bed. You knew it was coming soon because you had felt the mild contractions, but now? Looking to see the puddle of water on the floor. “JASON!” yelling for him though another shot of pain ran through you again.

“Fuck” you whispered. “JASON!” Yelling for him again. His footfalls could be heard rushing into the room. Swinging around the door frame he was met with the sight of you gripping your stomach and the pool of water on the floor. “M-my water, agh!” Feeling another contraction cut off that sentence

Addilyn ran into the room to see Jason grabbing the bag you had ready from the closet. Along with you hunched over in pain. “Mommy?” She asked worried. “Mommy what’s wrong?”

You smiled at her concern and Jason ran over, helping you stand. “Mommy’s gonna be okay peanut. Can you get my phone honey?” Addilyn nodded before running to the bedside table and grabbing his phone, she ran back to him and handed it to him. Dialing the phone he tucked it between his ear and shoulder before helping you up.

“Hello Master Jason, Happy Father’s Day” The voice on the other end greeted. “Alfred” Jason breathed out, “I need you or someone to meet me at the hospital. [F/n] just went into labor and we need someone to watch Addie.” Jason explained as he helped you out of the apartment, Addilyn clutching to your other hand.

“Oh dear. I will meet you there.” Alfred said surprised. “Thank you Alfred.”

Hanging up the phone he grabbed his car keys. Quickly he helped you into the elevator and to the car. “Jay I’ve done this before” You chuckled, “Take care of Addie, I can get myself in the car.” He sighed before nodding, throwing the bag in the backseat he picked up Addilyn. Getting her in her car seat he got in the driver seat.

You controlled your breathing as he drove, trying to get there as quickly as possible. As soon as he pulled up to the emergency room a bunch of nurses and a doctor ran over. Alfred had beaten you there.

They whisked you away the moment you got out. “Mommy! Daddy!” Addilyn yelled and tried to go after you but she was stopped. Turning she saw her grandpa standing there, “Papa Bruce, is Mommy gonna be ok?” Asking as he lifted her into his arms. Bruce nodded, “Yeah, she’s going to be fine. Your aunts and uncles are on their way.” Bruce smiled and Addilyn’s features brightened.

You were being prepped to have the baby. The labor process is a long one, remembering Addilyn’s. The nurses were checking your blood pressure and giving you an IV. Jason was by your side the entire time. Everything was going as the doctors planned, it had been a few hours since you had gotten there.

“Jay” catching his attention from talking to one of the nurses about when the baby would actually be born. He came to your side, “Will you go check on Addie please?” Jason smiled and nodded before kissing your forehead.

Going out to the waiting room Addie was coloring while sitting on Dick’s lap. Looking up she spotted her father. “Daddy!” She cheered while jumping off Dick’s lap and running to Jason. “Hey sweet-pea”

“Is Mommy ok?” She asked worried. Jason nodded, “She’s just fine the doctors are taking very good care of her.” Addilyn beamed, “Can I see Mommy?”

“Oh not yet sweetheart, just a little bit longer. Do you want to show me what you were just coloring?” Jason looked at the paper she had dropped. She smiled and showed it to him, it was a big heart with little hearts surrounding it, all in different colors. “It’s for Mommy” She grinned while hugging the picture, “And the new baby” she added. Jason smiled and kissed her forehead, “She will love it.”

“But Daddy, I drew one for you too.” She giggled before running over to Steph who was holding it. Showing it to Jason she grinned, “It’s you and mommy and me and the new baby” pointing to each figure in the picture. “It’s beautiful sweetheart.” Jason smiled while taking it from her

Though as he began to make conversation with his family one of the nurses rushed over to him. “Mr. Todd!” Jason turned around, “It’s happening, the baby’s coming.” Jason’s eyes widened as he ran back to the room. The nurse handed him scrubs to put on over his clothes and he ran to your side. Taking your hand. “It’s alright baby, I’m here.” He whispered while kissing your forehead.

“Are you ready?” The doctor asked and you nodded.

Addilyn was clinging to Dick, worried at the way Jason had ran back into the room. “Uncle Dick, I’m scared.” She whispered. “What’s wrong Addie?”

“Why did Daddy have to run back in there?” She looked up at him and Dick could see she was actually really scared by the look of her eyes, and the sniffle she let out. “She’s okay sweetie, they’re just getting your new baby brother or sister.” He smiled down at her. Her expression brightened, “Really?!” she exclaimed. He nodded, “How about you finish your picture while we wait?” Gesturing to the unfinished drawing on the table. She smiled and hopped down to finish it.


After about two hours, it was finally finished. You had brought a beautiful baby boy into the world. Jason was smiling and had his arm wrapped around you as you held the baby. Still exhausted from the strenuous event. Looking at him with tears in your eyes you noticed some pooling in his. “He’s your carbon copy.”

Jason shook his head, “No he has your nose.”

The nurses came to your side to take the baby and weigh him. Though you felt exhausted as you leaned against Jason. Before you knew it they had him weighed along with his hand and foot prints taken. “Have you chosen a name?” the nurse asked as she brought him back over to you. Smiling you happily took the swaddled newborn.

Jason nodded, “Ashton Bruce Todd.”

The nurse smiled before writing it down. “I will go get your visitors.” Thanking her you and Jason turned back to Aston. Though this time his eyes were open showing sky blue eyes. “Jay look, he has your eyes, just like Addie.”

Jason wiped his eyes before placing a kiss on your lips. “Want to hold him Jay?” He grinned before taking the newborn from your arms. “Hey buddy” Jason said as his eyes locked on his father, a smile forming on his features. Though within minutes there was a knock on the door.

Jason handed the baby back to you before going to open the door, and in came Addie with Dick, Alfred, and Bruce. She stood hesitant, staring at you in the bed. “Want to meet your brother?” Jason asked.

She nodded slowly before he picked her up and carrying her over to the bed. Sitting on the edge, “Addilyn, this is Ashton” She smiled before crawling next to you. “Hi Ashton, I’m your big sister. My names Addilyn but you can call me Addie.” Her voice was soft and sweet as she stared at the newborn. The gesture made you and Jason smile ear to ear again, not that your smiles ever faded.

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked while looking at her. She nodded nervously, settling between you and Jason. Carefully she held him, Jason helping her. Giggling at the way he looked up at her. Dick had gone out to get the rest of his family, though Bruce looked at some of the papers sitting in the room. “Ashton Bruce Todd?” He asked looking up at both you and Jason.

Smiling you nodded, “Addie how about we let Papa Bruce hold him?” Addie nodded before Jason took Ashton and carried him over to Bruce. Alfred smiled at the sight, pulling out a camera. Jason placed Ashton in Bruce’s arms, “Happy Father’s Day Bruce.” Bruce met Jason’s eyes before wrapping an arm around him. Jason was caught off guard for a moment but reciprocated it.

Addilyn jumped down from the bed and ran to where Bruce was holding him. Jason smiled and left the two to rejoin your side. The rest of the family soon entered the room. Dick and Steph were gleeful, Tim and Babs were trying to contain the two, Cass was helping Alfred take pictures, and Damian was standing next to Bruce observing the baby.

Jason wrapped an arm around you and kissed your head. You loved this, having everyone here, not to mention your family was on their way to Gotham as well. Though you felt extremely tired and just wanted to rest and eat something. After everyone got their turns with the baby they understood you were exhausted and said their goodbyes. Though Addilyn refused to leave.

Letting her stay, she laid with you in the bed as Jason held your son in the chair next to the bed. He watched as she explained her picture to you, a yawn escaping her throat as she snuggled next to you. Setting the drawing on the tray-table as she began to fall asleep.

You looked up at Jason to see him smiling down at his son who was fast asleep. When he looked up at you, his grin widened to see you watching him. Your arms wrapped around your daughter. Nodding your head for him to join you on the bed, he got up slowly and sat beside you. Your son cradled in his arms. Smiling you looked from Addie to Ashton, “We sure do make some beautiful kids.” Chuckling Jason agreed, “They get it from their mother.” Replying as he leaned to kiss you.

“I don’t know their dad’s pretty hot too.” Jason smiled before kissing you again. Opening your eyes, you stared deep in his blue hues. “I love you Jason, Happy Father’s Day.”

He beamed before brushing his nose against yours, “I love you too [F/n]. I couldn’t ask for a better Father’s Day gift.”

I Can’t Remember (Part 2)

Summary: A frat!calum fic about frat boy Calum and sorority girl Y/N who are bitter rivals but end up waking up next to each other one morning after a drunken night of shenanigans and have to figure out what happened before anyone finds out.

Hey y'all! Here’s part 2 to my frat boy Calum fic! You can read part 1 here!

I’ll be posting part 3 when this post gets 100 notes!

Hope you guys like it!

Words: 1,843

Warnings: just language!

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“So how was everyone’s nights last night?” you asked your sorority. You were all having lunch together at the house as part of your weekly chapter bonding.

“It was pretty good for us, but how was your night Y/N?” asked a sophomore named Vanessa.

“Yeah, we all noticed you left the party early last night.” chimed in Mallory with a smirk on her face. All of a sudden a chorus of oohs and aahs erupted in the small kitchen.

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Hatred For Love

Pairing: Cheerleader!Y/N/Jock!Ashton

Rating: NC-All

Request: No

Words: 6.000+

Summary: When lead cheerleader Y/N and football captain Ashton are forced to share tent at a camp trip to try put down the rival between the cheerleaders and footballers things seem to collapse with a compass and a map in the lost woods.

“No way! I don’t give a shitty crap I’m not doing this!” 

The echo of Ashton’s voice was loud in the bus filled with students. The expression on his face matched the aggressive tone he had, his eye color almost changed into a darker shade. 

“There’s no way in hell that I’m sharing a tent with Y/N Y/L/N!” 

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Happy Birthday, Indeed

Hey, everyone, happy weekend! As promised, I’m back with another Ashton request; enjoy! This one won’t be posted to my masterlist until later, but it’ll make it eventually.

Request: can you do one of ashton where it’s his birthday and he’s on tour so y/n surprises him? // Cute, cute, cute idea! Hope you like it, anon.

Title: Happy Birthday, Indeed

Summary: It’s Ashton’s birthday and things are going well, but there’s just one thing (or person) that’s missing.

Words: 700+

Warnings: None

“—happy birthday to you!”

The voices of everyone in the stadium die out as the song comes to an end, and Ashton can’t stop smiling. Calum had decided that, in lieu of his friend’s birthday, everyone at the concert should sing to him.

“Wow,” Ashton joked from behind his drums, brushing hair out of his face as he grinned. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard something more beautiful.” The stadium erupted into cheers and he laughed, smiling at his friends.

“Well, unfortunately,” Michael began, and Ashton took that as his cue to hop down onto the stage, “all good things must come to an end. You guys killed it tonight!” More cheering.

“Thank you all for the birthday love. Have a good night, everyone!” Ashton called. Once again, the crowd went insane. The four of them waved as they exited the stage, but as soon as they were safely backstage, the grin dropped from Ashton’s face. He smiled poitely and thanked the crew as they congratulated them and wished him happy birthday, but he couldn’t bring himself to be genuine.

He knew it was his job to travel the world and play a different stage every night, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit dejected that he was so far away from you tonight. The two of you had videochatted earlier this morning, but it really just wasn’t the same. He had offered a few weeks ago to fly you out so that you could visit for the day, but you had shot down the idea after insisting that you had too much on your plate between university and work. He understood, of course. He just wished he could see you in person.

When they got to the lounge backstage, Ashton flopped onto the couch and took out his phone, intending to text you and tell you how the show went. Before he could, however, the lights went out. “What the fu—” he began, but before he could finish his sentence, Luke walked through the door with Calum, Michael, and the stage crew behind him. He held a small cake in his hands, lit up with candles, and the group began to sing. A few people had their phones out, recording the exchange.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy BIRTH-day dear Ashton…”

Rolling his eyes but smiling nonetheless, Ashton stood. “You guys suck,” he said over the singing. Luke held the cake out toward him and someone from the back shouted, “Make a wish!”

Pretending to be in thought, Ashton leaned forward and blew out the candles, causing the group to applaud.

“We all know what you wished for, mate,” Michael said with a grin.

“It’s not that tough to guess, I’m sure,” Ashton quipped back. Someone flicked the lights on.

“Well, since you’re just so predictable, we got you a pretty cool gift,” said Calum.

“Guys…” Ashton began, catching on to what was happening. “Guys, if you’re trying to get my hopes up I swear I will—”

Suddenly someone from the stage crew surged forward, taking off their baseball cap and lunging forward to throw their arms around him. “Happy birthday, baby,” said a familiar voice in his ear, and Ashton grinned because he knew that voice.

“You’re here!” he shouted excitedly. You backed up slightly to grin up at your boyfriend.

“Well, of course,” you replied. “I couldn’t be away from you on a day like this! What kind of relationship do you think this is?”

Ashton’s smile grew and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, lifting you up and spinning around. “I can’t believe it,” he said when he placed you back on the ground. “How did you…?”

“I had some help,” you told him, glancing over to his bandmates.

Ashton followed your line of vision to where his friends were all grinning proudly. “How the hell did you guys keep a secret for so long?” he asked. “Especially you?” he directed at Luke.

“We knew how important this was to you,” said Calum with a shrug. “Figured you’d like some surprise like this.”

“Well, you weren’t wrong,” Ashton said, draping an arm around your shoulders and smilng at you before leaning down for a kiss. Everyone in the room whooped and a few catcalls sounded. Somebody jokingly shouted at you two to watch the PDA, but Ashton didn’t care.

You broke the kiss and smiled up at him. “Happy birthday,” you told him again, and he kissed your forehead.

“Happy birthday, indeed.”

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.15

Originally posted by 5secondsofsass

                                              Part F I F T E E N

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 4k+ (long af)

A/N: sha-woops, made this part super long. aha, hope that’s okay for you guys! i really hope you enjoy this series, because i think i’ll be making a ‘book two’ for it ! let me know what ya’ll think about that and i hope you enjoy this part x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                I M A G I N E

Century Hall, 7:02 P.M. (Pop-up concert)

“I was just… curious…” You whispered, hugging your arms as your eyes stayed on the ground. Tears streamed down your cheeks rapidly, uncertain if they were going to stop anytime soon. Ashton was still in front of you in your defense, feeling a little sad from your sadness. “I didn’t mean to… cause anythin’…” 

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Catch Fire (Ashton AU)
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Author Note: OK so guess who finally wrote again. Yeah its me. I worked so hard on this one and it is my longest one! You could say that I’m pretty lazy to write, but i have been preparing this one since September. I also wrote it in three days. I hate being a procrastinator. Anyways, I hope you like it, and leave a message if ya like.

Pairing: Ashton/ Y/n

Words: 4.5k

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OK, wait till he’s not looking.

It was very common for me to give Ashton a daily spell. Someday I would give him a good luck spell or others would be protection. Today was more of a positivist spell as I noticed he seemed a bit off. As soon as he turned to get a pen out of his bag, I quickly flicked my wrist and pointed the purple aroma towards his direction. He jolted a bit and tuned to me quickly, then sniffed the air. “Do you smell,” he sniffed again, “lavender?”

He came close to me and sniffed, “I think it’s you.”

I then copied his actions onto him before nodding, “Its you.”

I laughed as I watched him pull his grey shirt towards his face, sniffing, then nodding in agreement. It was great watching him be happy, kind of like a random act of kindness.

Magic had been in my family for many generations, but was hidden from me by my mom until I was around 9. It was my grandma’s idea to hide it behind my mother’s back by giving me a beginners guide of magic. After spending many weekends with her, you could say I’m pretty great at witchcraft for my age. I learned the many types and herbs were my favorite. Though through the years, I was taught the difference between light magic and dark magic. Of course it caught my attention, even as my grandmother refused to teach me as she didn’t know as much either. I myself taught a few small things and stole a book that had the word forbidden in bold on the cover.

My grandmother really did teach me a lot and I am completely grateful for the wonderful experiences. The one thing that she told me to forever remember, the key to all magic…

“Y/n, promise me one thing.”

“Yeah granny?”

“Under any situation use your emotions take over your powers, you will get carried away.”

“okay!” my 9 year self smiled before giving my grandmother my word.

I never did once get my emotions rattled up while using magic but there’s been a few times whe-

“Y/n.”

Quickly I focused back on Ashton as he called my name.

Ashton is my chemistry partner and is very lucky to have me as a partner due to the fact that I am amazing at mixing potions. He doesn’t need to know that though. He’s the president the fraternity house on our campus, but you couldn’t tell by one glance. Ashton Irwin was known around the school, completely popular, and is friends with everyone. However, even if he was the president of the biggest house of the university, he was the most kindest, down to earth person the whole campus could ever meet. From his bright smile that would make anyone have a good day to the beautiful hazel eyes were filled with sunshine. As much as I fantasize about him loving me, I would never ever make a potion for that, and I would gladly just stick to the small herbal spells that brighten his day.

“There’s another party tonight at the house. I’ve never seen you at any parties before.”

“Yeahhh,” I repositioned myself on the stool, “that’s because I don’t go to them.” I clenched my hands onto my maroon sweater, not sure whether I want him to ask me the question.

I looked up at Ashton who wore a shocked face. “What? You’re not getting the full college experience! Haven’t you ever wanted to go socialize with a group of friends? Maybe have a few-”

“Nope.”

“Well then,” Ashton grabs my arm, “tonight will be you’re first!”

I can’t believe I actually showed up to this party. The house was huge and brightly lit by neon lights. It was a really nice modern looking house that was about three stories high. Voices from inside could be easily heard from outside. Hell, maybe even a few blocks down. That house was definatley filled. Most defiant. I’ve never been the one to be great at tight spaces and I tend to loose energy when I feel very uncomfortable. even as I am standing out here, watching an predicting what is going to happen.

Maybe I should just call Ashton. No. He probably wouldn’t be able to hear it from inside. What if he wants me to get drunk? what if I actually don’t find him in there? I cant just stand here all night, I need to get in there or I’ll never find out what could happen.

“Oh my gosh Britney, maybe Ashton will notice you this time!”

I turn my attention towards the slightly wobbly freshmen girls who walked towards the house in huge heels and terribly small dresses.

The blonde girl who I assumed was Britney retorted, “Ugh! I know! Tonight is indefinably the night.” The walked into the house and was lost in the many voices and lights.

Pressure filled me and i cant help but want to just run back. That freshmen was absolutely gorgeous and clearly interested in Ashton just as much as me. Her heels and dress would definitely stand out that my attempt to look pretty. I admit, I looked a lot nicer than how I usually looked at 10 o'clock chem. I curled my hair a tad and actually applied a bit more make up tan usual. I actually came to this party in a black lace crop top, which is completely out of my comfort zone, black skinny pants, and black heeled boots. Not to brag, I looked good, just not as good as the other girls who came her confidently.

Come on. Come on.

I walked towards the brown wooden door and opened it and also, like the other girls, got lost in the darkness.

Alcohol and smoke filling the room made me sick. The view of people on each other gave me chills and I can’t help but cringe in disgust.  I walked passed by the many pairs grinding on each other and then a few in the corner that were making out. How big was this place? It felt like there were millions of people in one building. There probably was about a hundred students at this party and out of this hundred, I know no one.

Well, except the one I was looking for.

There was no sign of Ashton in this living room filled with hormonal people. I could try to sense his energy, but that would completely drain my own. It really doesn’t help with all these people surrounding me. It makes my magic weaker, including me.

The house was mainly dark with the glowing neon lights as the only source of light in the large room. There was another yellow glowing light, which was probably the kitchen. The main room was connected to a hallway. One way led to the bed rooms and then on the other side a kitchen. Where would he go? Room or kitchen.

“Hey there, can I get you a drink?”

I debated whether I should use magic or not, and the idiotic choice seemed like the better at the moment.

I stayed quite as I tried to contact his energy. By every second, I’m getting uncomfortable, feeling weak, and disgusted. I can’t find him… too many people. The amount of people around me just conducting heat onto me made me nauseous.

“Y/n! You came!” I felt an arm go around my waist and pulling me in. “You don’t look so good… let me take you up.”

If it weren’t for the familiar voice, I would have been kicking right now. If I had the energy. I felt the hazel eyed boy directing me towards hallway and towards the bedrooms. The loud music faded after every step I took. One. Two. Third door on the left. I feel weak. I have no energy and no power.

He let me into the bedroom which I had hard time assuming if it was dark or just me blacking out. Soft sheets overcome my body and relaxation instantly hits me. Suddenly all my senses come back. I knew using magic back there was the biggest mistake, but it wasn’t.

“Here, I have some Tylenol,” Ashton says, handing me the two small pills. I gave a glare of warning but he just smiled, “I’m not drugging you up. If I was, would I be giving you a juice box to swallow it down?”

He pulls out the small fruit punch juice box from the mini fridge that was next to the desk and hands it to me. “Do you casually have juice boxes in your room?” I grabbed the small box from his hand slowly.

Ashton laughs and pulls out another from the small fridge, “well, the other guys kept stealing them so I keep them to myself now.”

I take a sip from the fruity juice, “well, isn’t that mature? Hiding your juice boxes from your fraternity brothers.”

“What can I say? Juice boxes bring the inner child out of me.”

We both chuckled at his small remark. I watched Ashton positions himself next to me. “Uhh,” he starts, “I’m glad that you’re OK. I’ve been really excited to be with you.”

Butterflies begin flying through my stomach as I am completely happy he feels the same way. I move a bit closer to him until my knee brushed against his. “I feel the same way.”

We stare at each other, unaware that we are both slowly moving closer to each other. Slowly I close my eyes and embrace the feeling of his lips on mine. My arms wrap around his neck and I pull him closer to me.

Everything was happening so fast, and before I knew it, both of our shirts were off. I felt my skin tingle from the contact of his touch and from every hot breath that he blew onto me. His lips attached to my neck and I lay my head back for him to get more access. Somehow I ended on his lap, and then me laying back on his cotton bed.

This was everything that I wanted and everything that I’ve ever dreamt in the small chemistry lab. From the first day I saw him on the cold September morning, I knew he was the one that I would-

A loud knock on the poster filled door broke us apart. “Hey Ash, can you please help me.”

I feel my blood boil, and the dark magic getting to me. How dare he ruin the moment.

“I’m a bit busy, Lo-”

“Please Ash,” he cried, “my sister called and she needs me. I’m too drunk to drive to her apartment across campus.”

I could hear the slight sobs that came from the other side of the door, even if there was music playing loudly in the background. Slowly, I look at Ashton for his reaction. His face was soft, filled with guilt. “Y/n, his sister is going through a lot… 10 minutes and no more.”

Taking a deep break, I let him go, “if you don’t come back in 10, I’m stealing all of your juice boxes.”

He replies back with a smile and a small giggle. I watched him walk out the door, dragging his friend along with him…

I ended up walking home that night after waiting for him alone in his room for an hour. I walked back with shame, thinking that he actually cared for me. Embarrassment filled my body and tears rolled down my face. The way the street lights gleamed felt like mocking. Focusing on me. On my mistakes.

One flick of my wrist, and they were all shattered.

Everything was quite outside at the campus. I was a few blocks away from the frat party and the music died down after five. I shivered from the coldness that made my feet ache on the hard concrete. Also at about five blocks, I took off my heels and dangled them through my fingers. Tears rolled down my face.

How could he do this to me?

“No. I can’t use my emotions for powers,” I told myself. No matter what, I can’t do that.

I can’t help but think of what he did. Standing me up, leaving me in his room for an hour, making me look like a complete and utter idiot. Walking out of his bed room with tears rolling down my face was the worst experience ever, and especially when i walked passed the two girls that laughed at me.

I hate everyone.

Taking a deep breath, I look up at the dark sky which looked beautiful and with the star, clearly visible, I can feel much better.

Maybe Ashton has an explanation?

Maybe I’m just that naive.

Walking into chemistry felt like the walk-of-shame. I feared of the look that would appear on Ashton’s face because of how he played me. All night I debated whether he was innocent or not. It took me hours to fall asleep, but my final thought was he is not.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t there sitting on his desk like usual with his normal bright smile or glowing hazel eyes. Something felt off.

I passed by the empty desk that sat in the front and walked towards the back where another empty seat stood next to mine. Everything felt off, as if something dark was right next to me.

“Everyone,” my attention is caught onto my professor. “Our dean, Mr. Johnson, is here to announce some news.” Mrs. Louis bowed her head and gave the attention to our dean.

What is going on?

That was one sign that something was completely off, our dean never came to classrooms. Sign two, Mrs. Louis was always a happy women.

What is going on?

“We would like to address something very tragic that occurred last night that has caused a drastic change in our school. Mr. Irwin has passed away.”

Everything in my body has shut down. What’s going on? I feel numb, as if everything was nothing. My sense of hearing slowly fades as do as my sight. Blackness surrounds me and engulfs me. Pitch darkness is all I see.

“Him and Mr. Gunderson were driving late last night and were struck by a drunk driver. Mr. Gunderson is in critical condition and has a slight chance of living, but Mr. Irwin died on impact.”

Different gasps and cries filled the classroom. “I’m sorry to all his friends. Please be cautious while driving, everyone.” No one paid attention to the dean leaving the classroom as they all mourned together.

Everything is black. Everything is quiet to me. I need to see him. He was so young and so different from everyone I have ever met. This wasn’t supposed to happen to him. He didn’t deserve this. He deserved better. My heart is pumping so hard, I could feel it bursting out of my chest. My whole body felt like it was burning on fire, but then also numb like I want to just collapse. I didn’t stop running, not until I made it to my dorm.

When I opened the door to my room, everything was red, the walls on my room, the furniture, the papers that were scattered around my room. I let the tears run down my face and before I could collapse onto the floor, the only thing that stood out was the forbidden book.

Forget everything, forget all the emotions that are filling my body up with pain, I’m going to bring him back.

I ran to the drawer and dumped all of my magical objects to the floor and scattering everything that i needed. Next, I grabbed the book with the glowing red Forbidden on it. I dropped down to my knees and quickly flipped through the pages. Every pages looked blurry, which I couldn’t care less. It wasn’t till the one page that wasn’t that I knew something was leading me to this. The words RESURRECTION stood out of everything. Placing the book on the floor, I grabbed the candles and surrounded them around me. Striking a match, I lit them one by one until the last one lit, I blew out the the small, but dangerous, flame. With the many different herbs, I mixed them up in a clay bowl before striking another match and lighting it on fire.

Please let this work.

Taking a deep breath, I whispered the spell, letting the Latin words spill off my tongue. I grabbed the DNA of Ashton, the small white straw of the juice box that he drank.

“I’m not drugging you up. If I was, would I be giving you a juice box to swallow it down?”

God, i remember that cheeky little smirk he had on his face  as he handed me the small box that was 10 times smaller than his hand. He always had a unique sense of humor.

Throwing in the straw, I watched as it disintegrated before my eyes. Why does this hurt so much?

I grabbed the small knife next to me and cut the palm on my hand without any hesitation or reaction to the pain. everything fell numb, even as I watched the red blood drip into the bland clay pot. Why does nothing feel the same? I can see the tears falling from my face, but why can’t feel them? Why does this have to happen and to him especially?

“Do you smell… Lavender?”

My tears spilled down my face even more and my voice began to crack as i spoke out the words from the spell. Every second I feel less energy, but a bit of hope in my heart.

My words began to get louder as everything seemed deaf to me. Why can’t I hear my own words? The only sense I have is my scent and it reaked of burning spices. Even as it filled my whole room and probably the whole house, I continued as if it didn’t bother me one bit.

“Ill be back. I Promise…”

Suddenly all my senses came back and they all came crashing down. “You promised,” I chocked out screaming as I buried my face in my hands.

“I told ya I would.”

I turned quickly, so quick it caused me to get dizzy. For the hundredth time today, my body broke down. I looked at his figure, dressed in all black, styling his regular smile. However his smile was the same, there was something different about his eyes. “Ashton?”

He let out a cocky chuckle and came closer, “Who else?”

His eyes reflect a darkness, though he still had his regular hazel brown eyes. “Who are you?”

“Im still Ashton,” he waved his hands out in a surprise motion. He picked up the black book and read the spell page before letting out a series of tisks. “Well it looks here, you forgot a paragraph. Like you always says, you shouldn’t get you’re emotions get to ya.”

My eyes go wide and follow his every direction, “h-how do you know that?”

Ashton shrugs his shoulder and tilts his head, “its kinda cute. You actually think no one can hear you thinking?” He drops the book into my hands before leaning onto the wall.

“But I messed up. Why are you still here?”

“well, my dear, you brought back on side.” He folded his arms and continued, “the other side, and the one you love, is in heaven.”

My blood ran cold, “so-so you’re a demon.”

“Correct.”

He pushed himself off the wall and knelt next to me. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand bring my chin up. “I may not be the same Ashton that you loved,” his voice whispered through my ear, “but I’m everything Ashton was too scared to show you.”

I couldn’t help it but force his face into mine. How could it ended up being me being the one to be start than the actual demon in this room. Secondly, why am I doing this? I should be scared, traumatized. I just brought a dead soul back.

Ashton pulled me into his lap, digging his head into my neck and leaving swollen red love bites that were easily noticeable. Shivers run down my whole body as I tilt my head back to give him more access and hinting to where I’m most sensitive. It was like he read my mind because not long after, he found it. I let out a small moan and bury my hands into his soft blonde hair.

His masculine hands gripped my sides, tugging me closer to him, then whispering jump. I obeyed his command and jumped onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist. We fell onto the white bed sheets and continued our sinning.

The room is defiantly moving, or is it just me spinning? What I’m doing is so wrong, but I got what I wanted. What I wanted was Ashton and he’s here, on top of me, leaving many bruises on my warm body. Everything was happening so fast. 20 minutes ago I found out he died and now hes ripping my shirt off, unbuttoning my pants, and toying with the rim of my underwear.

“Ashton,” I arched my back, “please.”

His fingers ghostly inches towards the clip of my red lacey bra, “is this what you want?” I squealed and nodded at his growl, needing him to continue. In a second, my clip was unhooked and the bra was across the room. “God, how could I ever say no when you’re responding like that?”

Hot breaths comes out of my mouth as I feel the soft lips on my sensitive breast, then the feeling of his wet tongue drawing circles around me. With his open hand, he didn’t leave my other breast unwanted, but rubs it softly. I suddenly feel the texture of his jeans rub against my inner thigh. My hand slowly moved from his abs to the front of his jeans to palm his hard. I get a moan answer from him which sends vibrations to my breasts.

Unbuckling his belt, I tried to pull them down, but it was too hard in the position that we were in. Ashton realized that and lifted himself off of me. Daringly, I pushed him back onto the bed and pulled his black jeans off. I bee-lined straight for the bulge that stood out of his black briefs. Putting my hands back onto him, I slowly massaged and pulled on the large length through the fabric. His groans got louder by the second and went sky rocketed when I pulled off the partition to his swollen hard cock.

I grabbed him and licked the lip, causing him to buck his hips. I then put it all into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down.

God, I’m terrible person, but since I started, might as well finish…? I’m a terrible person.

Not long after, I popped him out of my mouth. Ashton, catching back his breath, leans back up and pushes me down on the silky sheets. His fingers are ghostly edging towards my matching laced red panties. The feeling of them rolling down my thighs, slowly, made me wetter by the second. “Oh, so you like that?”

He rips them completely off and again, throws my underwear across the room and forcefully positions himself in between my legs. The feeling of the tip of his hard cock drove me absolutely crazy and i buck my hips to try to speed him up.

“Eh eh eh,” he waved his pointer finger at me, “patience.” He grabbed his length and gave it a few strokes before inserting it into me. I moan out loud and arch my back, trying for him to get him to hit my spot.

I felt as if the room was spinning around again. With every thrust that he took, my vision faded. With every scream I let out, the more I went deaf. Everything was becoming black and white once again, but only this time… it was his eyes glowing red.

“Ashton!” I screamed out as he hit my sensitive spot, over and over again. “I’m going to-”

“Hold it in, sweetheart.” he bucked his hips even harder and at a sloppier pace. Droplets of sweat rolled off his cheek and onto my chest. I don’t know if I can hold it any longer…

The pit feeling in my stomach was starting to take over and I’m scared what will happen if I let it go than listening to Ashton’s orders. I gripped my nails into Ashton’s back, holding in my juices as long as possible. Its getting so hard, from the grunts that hes letting out, to how his eye are closed and so focused on pleasuring me.

I dont know if I can hold it in much longer…

“Let go, sweetheart.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice as I let go of everything, moaning out loud in relief. Not long after, he lets go inside me and thrusts it all out.

His sweaty figure falls right besides me on my average white bed. His muscular arms wrap around my bare torso and buries his head in my neck. I stayed completely stiff, not knowing what to do.

Did he just fall asleep?

His once panting breaths slowly turned into deep relaxed breathing. He really did fall asleep. Typical.

Here I am. Alone in my dorm with the man that died last night. The man that I was mourning about not that long ago. I broke the one promise that I’ve ever made, and it all back fired in my face. The book of the forbidden had so many different spells, but I don’t think it carried the one that I need…

“I’m everything Ashton was too scared to show you.”

God, what did I do…

MASTERLIST

All stories contain explicit language and sexual content.

MICHAEL CLIFFORD
all of the lights
He was trouble.
Everyone had warned you, everyone had told you to avoid him like the plague. You knew that you should have known better, that you shouldn’t be wasting your time on someone like him – but you were in far too deep now for any sort of logical thinking.

yes (all of the lights - pt 2)
The apartment wasn’t exactly ideal: it had a leaky tap in the bathroom and a kitchen window that would only open if you pushed on the frame a certain way, but none of that mattered to you – you would live anywhere as long as Michael was there with you.
He worked three jobs to pay the rent: the morning shift in a coffee shop, afternoons in a record store downtown and most nights in a dive bar a few blocks away. You wanted to help, you had begged him to  even let you get a part time job on the weekends, you wanted to take some of the pressure off him. But he was determined that you graduated, you only had three weeks left of school and he was adamant that he could support you until you finished; he wasn’t going to let you sacrifice your education – you had already made enough sacrifices to be with him.

the day after tomorrow
“We need to be quick,” Michael mumbled into your mouth.
You nodded as he pushed your body down onto the backseat. The first time you had had sex in his car you had wound up a mess of tangled, twisted limbs - but you’d done it so many times now that you were practically experts at fitting your bodies into the confined space.
Everything about this situation was a mess, you weren’t under any illusion that it could possibly be anything else. You didn’t want to be this person - you didn’t want to be the girl who was fucking a married man. You really didn’t know how it had gotten to this stage, how you had become so consumed by him that you were willing to simply forget that he had a wife waiting for him at home. It was pathetic and you knew it; you knew that he would never actually follow through on his constant promises to leave her, you knew that he just said it because he knew that’s what you wanted to hear. He would never be yours, she had all of him; but you were so desperately in love with him at this point that you were willing to take any little piece of him he was prepared to give you.

the day after tomorrow - ii
For nearly 2 years Michael had been promising you that he would leave her, that you would ride off into the sunset together and live happily ever after. Maybe you were a fool, but you believed him when he said that he loved you – it was just that he loved her swell.
You knew that the fact that you were pregnant wouldn’t change anything. You had tried to prepare yourself for the moment when he would inevitably be forced to choose – and even though you knew that he would choose her, you could have never prepared yourself for how it felt when he actually did.
“I can’t… I can’t have a baby Y/N. We can’t have a baby.”

the way she moves
Of course Michael was jealous. She’d begged him to take her dancing, and then spent the whole night draped over every guy who had paid her any kind of attention. But that’s just what she did; Michael had  come to expect nothing less.
She leaned over and smashed her mouth against his, grabbing his hair as she kissed him with such force that it took his breath away. “Don’t be a dick Mikey, I’m just having fun.”

CALUM HOOD
let her go
“Y/N,” he said, almost in a whisper.
“Hi Calum,” you said, grasping the handle of your suitcase so tight that your knuckles were starting to turn white.
A look of total disbelief took over his face. “What…” he said. “What are you doing here?”
“I just- I just wanted to know that you were-” you said. “I just needed to see you.”
Without thinking Calum stepped out into the hall and almost collapsed onto you, clinging to your body as though his life depended on it.“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered.
“I’m here Cal,” you said, dropping your case and wrapping your arms around him. “I’m right here.”

happy new year
“You want one?” he asked, holding his open cigarette packet out to you.
“Sure,” you said, pulling out one of the cigarettes and placing it between your teeth.
“Here,” he said, flicking his lighter and holding it out towards you.
You leant over and let the flame light the cigarette between your lips, inhaling the tobacco before blowing smoke from your mouth. “Thanks.”
“This view is pretty amazing, isn’t it?” Calum said, before lighting his own cigarette.
“Yeah,” you said, looking out at the view in front of you: the ocean was so calm and the perfectly white sand was illuminated by the moon in the star-filled night sky.
You both sat in silence, finishing your cigarettes and just staring out at the beach. You felt like you were in a movie, things like this didn’t happen in real life – you don’t just meet exceptionally charming, handsome strangers when you’re on holiday with your parents – and yet here you were; sitting on the most beautiful beach in the world with the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

bring him home
“Oh my God Calum,” you cried, throwing yourself into his arms, causing him to drop the cloth kit bag he was carrying.
“Hi baby,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around and softly kissing the top of your head as you as you buried your face into the rough wool of his tunic, desperate to hear the sound of his beating heart.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” you asked, holding onto him so tightly that your knuckles were starting to turn white.
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Your parents have gone to town for the night,” you said, lifting your head. “They won’t be back until the morning.”
“Well then I’ll see them in the morning,” Calum replied. “The only person I really want to see is standing right here.”

video games
“I have an idea.”
“Sounds promising,” Calum said, running his tongue over one of the dark purple marks he had left on your neck earlier that night.
“It’s kind of a going away present.”
“Go on.”
“We should record ourselves.”

LUKE HEMMINGS
in your atmosphere
You swallowed hard. You’d known Luke for years: along with Michael and Calum he’d spent a vast amount of time at your house, making far too much noise, taking up far too much space and eating far too much food. You liked him, he always been nothing but nice to you, but you’d always just seen him as one of your brother’s friends – nothing more.
But standing in that hallway you suddenly felt like you were seeing him for the first time. Had he gotten taller since you saw him last? Had his eyes always been that blue? Had he always looked that good with stubble?

young volcanoes
Luke Hemmings was an asshole.
He was easily the most arrogant, pretentious, self-centered dickhead you had ever met. Everything about him annoyed you: his smug grin, his stupid lip piercing, his ability to give you the most mind-blowing orgasms you had ever experienced.

history lessons
“Y/N,” Luke moaned into your mouth. “Wait. Wait a minute.”
You pulled away from him and sat back. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just that…” Luke began, looking down to where his hands were still gripping your sides. “I… it’s just that, well. I…”
“Luke?”
“Yeah?” he glanced back up at you. He looked embarrassed, as though he couldn’t quite bring himself to say the words he wanted to say.
So you said them for him.
“Have you done this before?”

ASHTON IRWIN
sleeping with the light on
You hadn’t even realized that you’d fallen asleep. Last thing you could remember was laying in your empty bed as you aimlessly watched some movie that you’d come across whilst flicking through the channels for what felt like the hundredth time that night. It was the warmth of Ashton’s body and the soft movement of his lips on your shoulder that roused you from your somewhat peaceful slumber.

starving
“Never?”
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.
“Y/N.”
“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.”

MADE IN THE AM SERIES
1. love me goodbye (ashton irwin/ofc)
2. a.m. (michael clifford/ofc)
3. i want to write you a song (luke lemmings/ofc)

♥Everytime We Touch♥

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luke

i still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me. i still feel your touch in my dream. forgive me my weakness, but i don’t know why, without you it’s hard to survive.

calum

cause everytime we touch, i get this feeling. and everytime we kiss, i swear i could fly. can’t you feel my heart beat fast, i want this to last. need you by my side.

ashton

your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. they wipe away tears that i cry. the good and the bad times, we’ve been through them all. you make me rise when i fall.

michael

cause everytime we touch, i feel the static. and everytime we kiss, i reach for the sky. can’t you feel my heart beat so…i can’t let you go…want you in my life.

A/N WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO???

A deep buried secret - Ashton Irwin

Pairing: Ashton x Reader

Word Count: 2,7k

Rating/Warnings: General Audiences, no warnings. 

Request: “ could you write an Ashton imagine where he’s one of your friends from high school and now you’re neighbors in your dorm in college and he’s developed feelings for you but he’s weirdly shy about it because he doesn’t think you’ll reciprocate his feelings? and everything you do drives him crazy because you’re super comfortable around him since you’re unaware of his feelings??”

Summary: Ashton has a secret and is afraid to tell you, but what about you?

A/N: Please leave some constructive feedback to help me improve my writing. Also, don’t forget to request new stuff!

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.18

                                          Part E I G H T E E N 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: hi hi!! this chapter is fairly laid back but nonetheless important! im so happy that you guys love this series, but its about to come to an end :( its gonna be so sad, but i wanna let you guys know that ive had so much fun writing this for you guys. like really, thank you so much for the opportunity, you guys. lets get this to 100, yeah? :) xx

oh, also prepare for smut lmfaooo @ pt 19

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

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Hilton Rooftop, 9:55 P.M. 

“How fucking dare you touch my girlfriend like that?” Calum growled at the male on the ground before him. 

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Twitcam! All the boys

Pairing: Y/N and all of the boys!

Words: 2.5K

Warning: Smut SMut sMUT

Summary: The boys do a twitcam and decided to treat Y/N whilst doing it.

You were best friends with the 5sos boys and they were currently on a break from there sounds good feels good tour. They’d currently been to Asia and then they’re going to the UK in a couple of weeks. Asia was great, we had a lot of sushi and Japan had a lot of Pokemon stuff and I got my own pokeball bra. 

With the boys I love each of them equally, I’ve known them since forever going to school with Luke, Michael and Calum. I mean I was more on Michaels side when Luke and Michael disliked each other, but when Michael and Calum became friends with him so did I. With Ashton as soon as I met him we clicked as well so it feels like I’ve know him forever, along with the other boys. 

We were all currently in a hotel room in LA. Calum and Michael were playing Fifa with Luke cheering Michael on. Ashton was sat in the kitchen area looking through his phone. I travel with the boys because they offered me a job as there manager, well when I say offered when we were younger I always used to pretend I was and then when they got famous they wanted me to stay with them. It also has its perks because I’m also in charge of hair and make-up. Yes that means helping Mikey dye his hair regularly and making sure that it doesn’t fall out. 

Today I was wearing Michaels Harley Davidson shirt and a pair of my black panties. I wasn’t worried about the boys seeing me like this, hell I sometimes even walk around in just a bra and panties considering Calum even walks around butt naked. But I’m defiantly not complaining. 

I walked over to the kitchen side and wrapped my arms around Ashton

“Morning Y/N”

“Morning Ash, what are we doing today?”

“I was thinking we could do a twitcam, we haven’t done one in a while and hopefully it won’t crash”

“Yeah I bet the fans will love that”

He smiled at me his dimples showing. I kissed him on the cheeks and walked over to the boys.

“Daym Y/N”

The boys eyes averted to me and I twirled around, lifting up my top in the process. I smiled down at Calum and he coughed awkwardly. 

“My turn” Luke said 

Michael stood up and passed Luke the control and pulled me down onto the sofa with him. I giggled into his neck and sat up straight. 

“Shit Mikey, we’re going to have to re dye your hair” he groaned and moved into a more comfortable position but that meant he thrusted his hip into mine. I may have let out a small whimper. He looked up at me and smirked, why the fuck did he have to be so hot. It’s great being on tour with the boys, but I have sexual needs and the boys don’t help with that, they’re all so attractive and always going on about sex. It’s not like I could ever have sex with them though, they’re my best friends that would be weird, but hey a girl can dream. 

Michael however obviously didn’t understand the whole best friend thing as he ran his hands up my thighs.

“Did you just moan baby?” He whispered in my ear. My breath hitched as I shook my head. 

“But I heard you, don’t deny it kitten” I looked into his eyes and they were a different shade of green then I remember. Are faces were inches apart and his breath was fanning over my lips. 

“Guys the twitcam is ready and it’s not crashing” Ashton shouted
I looked up and the three boys were looking at me and Michael. I awkwardly got of him and sat on the floor. Luke had a smirk playing on his face as I hit his shoulder.

“No Y/N get in the twitcam” Calum whined, I shuffled over and Calum came and sat behind me. I leant into his chest as Ashton was thanking the fans. 

“You’re all so amazing and we’re always so thankful, love you guys, we also want to know what’s your favourite song on Sounds good feels good, so like tweet us”

“Use the hashtag #5sostwitcam ”

“Let’s get it trending” Luke clapped.

I sighed contently looking at these four amazing boys, they’ve come so far an-
I looked down onto my lap and Calums hand was stroking my inner thigh. I placed my hand on his trying to pull it away but he was stronger then me and I didn’t want it to look obvious on the camera. As on the camera you could only see our top halves. 

I turned around and looked at him, his expression was straight and just normal, until he looked down at me and gave me a innocent smile. I glared up at him before I felt him run his finger stroke over my panties. I let out a whine but covered it up with a cough. I turned back around and looked over at Michael he wasn’t in the camera vision but he winked and had a smirk on his lips whilst coming into the cameras view. I felt Calums fingers move my panties to the side and he started rolling my clit in his fingers. I let out a shaky breath and grabbed a hold of his muscly thighs, slightly grinding my ass into him. I tried not to make it obvious but it felt so good. 

Calums other hand came and wrapped around my front them fingers running over my folds. He plunged his fingers into me and moved them at a fast pace. I let out a slight moan but Ashton was laughing so it was un heard, apart from Luke. Luke as Ashton turned the camera toward Michael sucked on my neck and around my jawline.

“Fuck guys what are you doing” I whispered

“We know how horny you are, always walking around in skimpy underwear, flirting with us and teasing us. You know exactly what you’re doing and we’re going to help you out”

“B-but you’re doing a twit cam”

“Well then you best be quite” Luke rasped biting onto my earlobe.

I moaned quietly and looked at him, he bit his lip twiddling his lip ring in his mouth. Calums hand worked faster on me, as I felt my high approaching. I bit my lip and watch Calums muscles tense every time he pounded his fingers into me. The camera was still facing Michael who was telling the fans about meeting doge and his stupid hat. My hands squeezed Calums thighs as I came around his fingers with a small groan. He slid his fingers out of me and sucked on them.

“You alright Y/N?” Michael asked in camera

“Y-yeah just ill and tiered” I breathed 

“Come sit up here” Michael patted the seat next to him at the table and I obliged and sat down. Calum and Ashton sat behind me and Michael as they starting reading out tweets from fans. I looked down slightly at my panties. They were drenched, and uncomfortable the only way I’d be more comfortable is if I took them off. So that’s what I did, I ran my hands across them and slid them down my legs catching the attention of the boys. 

“Mm what did you cook this morning Ash it smells so sweet” Michael spoke looking at Ashton. Ashton only laughed and carried on with what he was saying.  I looked over the computer screen at Luke. Who was looking under the table at my pussy. I shut my legs and he looked up at me with his beautiful blue eyes. He crawled over to the table and went underneath. I looked down and he pointed his finger upwards, making me look directly at the camera not wanting people to know he was there. He edged forwards and kissed my thighs, he spread my legs and licked a stripe up my pussy. I was still sensitive from the orgasm Calum gave me, so my legs shook when Luke started kitten licking. His hand held my thighs down and he sucked on my clit. His lip ring was cold and trailing over my folds. It felt fucking amazing the warmth of his pink lips against the cold metal ring sucking at my pussy. He slanted his head slightly and one of his hands came to my hips and rubbed circles on it. The way his head was slanted I could feel his stubble scratch in between my thighs. He nestled his head further and sucked harshly. I tilted my head back and my arms looked like I was stretching, Calum from behind kissed my forehead. I looked back down and Lukes eyes were glimmering up at me, I quickly looked back up at the camera and ran my fingers through his blonde hair. I felt him smirk against my pussy as his tongue dipped into my entrance. I bit my lip and looked at Michael who was reading tweets.

“This tweet is from @freddiefrog300 it says ‘Hope Y/N gets better soon x #5sostwitcam ’ aw yeah me too”

“T-thanks” I groaned 

Luke sucked at my entrances as his tongue delved deep into me. I could feel my second orgasm approaching, I tightened my grip on Luke’s hair and my thighs squeeze together. 

“Fuck” I grumbled whilst titling the camera and grabbing hold of the edge of the table. I came and my legs shook around Luke’s face which he was kitten licking me still. I gave out a big sigh and hid my face in my arms. Luke stopped licking me and got out from under the table he wiped his chin. I pouted at him and he came and sat next to me. I breathed into his shirt and hid my face. I felt another hand stroke my thigh. 

“Why don’t you go to bed Y/N? You look tiered”

“I’m knackered”

I slid over Ashton’s lap, not getting my pussy on camera and maybe grinding my ass into Ashton’s crotch as I moved out of camera lens way.
I sauntered to the bedroom and the boys followed but not having the camera on me, it was facing the window. I laid down on the bed. Never have I ever experienced two mind blowing orgasms. I heard the door creak and Ashton walked in, glaring at me. Luke and Calum sat in the window ledge with the computer and started answering questions. 

“You think that was fucking funny?” Ash whispered. 

I gasped as he climbed on top of me. He pulled down his trousers and grinded his boxer covered bulge into my heat.

“A-ash I’m so sensitive” I muttered 

“Let’s see if you can take me" 

He pulled out his cock from his boxers and ran it over my folds. He had a smooth hairless cock which was tanned and thick. The head oozing out pre-cum. He edged his cock into me and moved his hips at a fast pace. My pussy couldn’t take it and my walls kept clenching around his cock. He sexily groaned into my neck and sucked onto my sweet spot. He moved his arms above my head and knelt on the bed, I wrapped my legs around his wait and he fucked me at a different angle hitting my g-spot. 

"Ash fuck harder” I murmured 

“Shh baby, quieter” I whined into his chest and grinded up with Ashtons thrusts. Ashton started to jolt and I knew his orgasm was approaching. He smacked my ass and bit down on my neck as he came into me, which triggered my body to cum all over his cock.  

“Y/N” Ashton panted 

“Yeah”

“You’re so fucking hot” I laughed at him as he pulled up his boxers and put on his discarded trousers. He smirked over to Luke and Calum who each had shit eating grins on there face. Ashton left the room whilst Michael walked into it. 

“Hey Mikey” I wheezed 

“Looks like you need a nice relaxing shower”

He walked over to me and lifted me off the bed. He walked over to the bathroom and slid of my (well his) top off my body. I looked over to the door and Luke, Calum and Ashton had made there way to the bed. Them all facing the bathroom door, the computer facing them. He kissed over the marks that Luke and Ashton had made and kissed down my body. I pushed him against the wall and peeled of his top, I kissed his body the way he did to me as I heard the boys laugh at a stupid joke Calum made. I pulled Michael into me by his belt loops and my lips hovered over his. He smiled and kissed me. 

“Princess you’re so good to us” His tongue swiped over my lips and entered my mouth sucking and nibbling on my lip. I undid his trousers and boxers. His dick was stood up, out of all the guys Michaels dick was the biggest. He had a pale dick with black hairs which to me is so attractive. I ran my fingers around the base of his dick and Michael reached out and grabbed a hold of my boobs. He ran the water in the shower and pushed me against the glass. My boobs against the glass was cold and I felt Michael behind me. He didn’t waste any time in pounding his cock into my pussy. His hands gripped a hold of my hips and his dick fucked into me. I looked out the glass and could briefly see the boys looking in the bathroom watching me get fucked by Mikey. 

I grinded my ass into him as the glass steamed up and the only thing I could see was Michaels discarded clothes outside the shower. I leant back and Michaels hand came around and rubbed my clit. He held me up by his other hand, wrapped around my waist whilst his head was tucked into my neck, where he was sucking yet another hickey. 

I heard his moans being muffled into my neck, which were extremely sexy I started to see stars this time and my eyes went blurry as my pussy clenched around Michaels dick. I felt Michaels grip on my tighten as his load dripped down my leg and I leant against the glass door.

I caught my breath and turned around. Michaels hair was damp and his breathing was heavy.


“So how was the twitcam” I asked the boys

“Well we defiantly need to do it again” Michael laughed, along with Luke, Calum and Ashton. 

“You guys are shits you know that right”

“Oh but baby girl, you fucking love it” Calum moaned, well shit.


A/N: freddiefrog3000 is actually my twitter sELF PROMO