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Chapstick Challenge

–Where Carl and (reader) find themselves collecting the most random chapstick flavors when they find them on a run. 

Both are 17(or whatever age you prefer), up to date with Carl having one eye.

Minor smut and language.

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It had been exactly two weeks since the accident that left Carl with one eye. He was still skittish around the others, keeping himself locked up in his room as much as he could; you being the only one that he would let see him in this state. Which he didn’t even like you to see him at first but you insisted.

“How many is there now?” Carl questioned, watching as you sat in front of him on his small bed. You quickly dumped the contents out of the dirty ziplock bag, tossing it to the side as you quickly counted the small tubes of chapstick.

“Five,” the two of you started the collection a few months after yall’s friendship turned into something more. Carl was always self conscious about having chapped lips when yall would kiss and thus the chapstick collection started. He nodded his head, turning it to the side slightly. You watched as he grabbed one tube, fast enough so you couldn’t see what flavor. His large fingers covered every inch of the chapstick as he rubbed it along his lips.

“What flavor?” he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours, lingering a second before pulling back.

“Hm,” your tongue darted out rubbing against your bottom lip. “Watermelon?”

“Wrong!” a laugh escaped his mouth, causing his eye to close slightly as you pouted. “It was strawberry, your turn.” he screwed his good eye together and breathed out. You darted for the blue colored one, knowing he would hate the taste; he had told you on multiple occasions that blue candy was his least favorite before the world went to hell. The smell of blueberries filled your nostrils as you slid the cold material on your damp lips.

“Okay,” the word fell from your mouth in a whisper as you planted a soft peck on his full lips.

“EW, gross what the hell!” his eye quickly opened, his nose scrunching up in disgust. “Fucking blueberry,” he grumbled, wiping his mouth hard to get the taste off. You giggled and leaned forward to kiss him again. “No way, not till that’s gone.”

“Your turn,” you placed your small hands on your eyes, puckering your lips out causing Carl to laugh again.

He picked up the peppermint flavored one, spreading it on his bottom lip before connecting his rough lips to yours. 

“Mmm,” you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his again, making sure to lick the content on his lips before you answered. Carl looked at you through his lashes, mouth parted slightly. “Peppermint.” you sing songed, grabbing another one. He watched your eyes, your hands, your every move until you placed the cap back on the tube, quickly placing his lips to yours, repeating your action by licking your lips.

“Fruit punch.” a victorious smile spread across his face. You  groan throwing your head back once you realized he had won this little game.

“Wait there’s one more. Bonus round.” you sent him a wink putting the chapstick on your lips. You barely had time to sit it down behind you before his lips were against yours. 

“One more,” he spoke, kissing you again before leaning back. “ One more,” he said once more, causing you to laugh. His lips were rough against yours, his hands cupping either side of your face, holding you still. A moan slipped up your throat as he bit down on your bottom lip, forcing his tongue into your mouth. His hands slid down your face, down your shoulders, making their way to your jean covered bottom. They cupped under your ass, his fingers wrapping around your inner thighs pulling you into his lap.

“Carl,” you breathed out trying to catch your breath while his lips trailed down your jawline and to your neck, where he began to suck and nibble on a patch of skin. Once he was sure there was a mark, he moved back to your lips, his hands tightening their grip on your legs causing you to tremble at the small distance between them and your heat.

“(Y/N), Carl!” Rick’s voice boomed from downstairs, pulling you back into reality. 

“Yeah?” you questioned back, mentally smacking yourself for your quivered voice.

“Dinner is ready, come eat!”

You opened your mouth to answer back, quickly closing it once more as Carl pressed his swollen lips to yours.

“It’s cherry.”

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Okay so this is my first post on here, sorry if it’s bad but it’s currently four in the morning for me haha team no sleep, and I had this idea in my head and had to write it. So I hope you enjoy!

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taekwoon/sanghyuk, pg, 2,693w

although he has raised all these suspicions on his own with no one else to confirm - or deny - them, sanghyuk is convinced.

taekwoon is an alien.

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You've Got Me Hooked | | Ashton Irwin Smut

Synopsis:  A night out takes a turn for the better, leading to more fun than Ash would have expected to have on his birthday

Warnings: contains smut, swearing, kinky stuff (daddy kink)

Word Count: 3,215

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He couldn’t help but stare, you had him in a trance—the way you moved so gracefully on the stage and how fluidly you executed each movement; it was all so stunning. He wasn’t gawking at you like all the other males in the packed bar, his gaze wasn’t locked on your cleavage or ass, he was genuinely attracted to you.

He wasn’t planning to walk into a strip joint and fall in love with one of the performers, his goal was to let loose and have fun with the boys in celebration of his twenty first birthday. But it seems that things weren't going exactly as planned. He didn’t even know where the hell the rest of the band was, he was too busy staring at you to notice his three friends fanning out in all different directions—but at this point he didn’t really seem to care. He felt like a little kid in a candy store and you were the sweetest thing on display.

“There you are!” Calum calls out, jogging up to the sandy brunette. “We were wondering where the birthday boy ran off to.” He barely glances at Calum, giving him a quick nod without taking his eyes off of you. “Ash?”

“Hmm?” He hums. 

“Are you even listening?” Cal questions, a smug look on his face.

“Of course." 

"What did I just say?”

“Uh, you asked if I wanted a drink.” Ashton mumbles, snapping out of his trance.

“Hm, no,” His eyes dart around the packed bar, leaving Ashton slightly frazzled. “Okay, who is it? Is it the bleach blonde, red dress, the girl in the too high heels?”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Ashton Irwin does not go off to la la land on a regular basis. Who are you staring at?” Calum continues to scope out the few females in the room, his eyes freezing when they land on you. “Or is it the cutie on the stage?” He pesters, staring up at the older boy—a look of amusement on his face.

“What? No, just drop it, Calum.” His words may say one thing, but his flaming red face says another, and at this point Ashton’s cheeks matched the bright red colour of your lingerie. 

“Is our little Ash crushing on the stripper?” Calum pesters in a mocking tone. 

“Shut up.” He mutters, his gaze falling to the floor.

“What’s going on here guys?” Michael says, approaching the two boys with Luke in tow.

“Ashton has a crush on the stripper.” Calum teases, urging a smirk from Michael and the tall blonde’s mouth to fall open.

“Don’t listen to him, boys.” Ashton tries to speak, his voice cracking halfway.

“It’s okay, man. She is rather hot.” Mikey replies.

“Oh, fuck off.” Ashton states, slapping his band mate’s bicep.

***

The night progresses slowly and no matter how many drinks he downs, the thought of you just doesn’t seem to leave his mind. You’re long gone by now, probably halfway home at this point—some not nearly as grabbing performer taking your place. The brunette dancing on the stage didn’t have half of the grace as you, she was dull and lifeless and unlike you, she didn’t seem to put her heart into it. You may have just been dancing around with little clothing for all eyes to see, but there was something about you that oozed passion.

A few drinks can do things to a guy’s bladder so as per usual, he found himself wandering around the club for a bathroom that didn’t come with a moaning couple. Security directs him to a bathroom on the upper level and he almost rams into a girl on the way up, his strong arms reaching out to stabilize the falling stranger, almost on instinct. “I’m so sorry!” He squeaks out, his eyes moving up to meet yours. He almost couldn’t believe it, who would’ve thought that he would run into you of all people?

“It’s no big deal,” She smiles, her white smile almost shining under the bright neon lights. “It was an offense on both parties anyway.”

He can’t seem to find any words to say—his mouth was as dry as the Sahara and the air seemed to have been sucked out of his lungs, you left him absolutely breathless. “Uh, didn’t I see you down in the club?” She awkwardly runs her slender fingers through her silky hair, seemingly wanting to continue a conversation with the flustered brunette.

“I was there, yeah. I didn’t think you noticed me.” He sighs gently, thankful to finally have forced words out of his mouth.

“How could I not notice you? You had such a beautiful smile, it’s so contagious. Not to mention you are one of the most attractive people here tonight.”

He could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest, he wasn’t sure if he was intoxicated and imagining the entire thing or you were actually talking to him. It all seemed so unreal. It’s not like he wasn’t used to girls calling him cute and shamelessly flirting with him; as a member of one of the biggest bands in the world, he was pretty used to having girls throw themselves at him. Although most girls didn’t want him to run into his room and write a three page entry in his non-existent diary. You had him wrapped around your finger.

“Thank you but I think you take the prize for prettiest in the club.” He tries to wink; his nerves making it look more like an eye spasm.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” She smirks, cocking her head to the side, obviously amused.

“Emphasis on trying.” He chuckles, running his hand through his sandy brown hair.

“Don’t worry, you’re doing way better than the half-drunk douche bags who throw themselves at me, you seem nice. You wanna go get a drink?” She asks, gesturing to the door with the large ‘Backstage’ sign. He nods his head feverishly, responding rather quickly to her question, his cheeks flaring up in the process. She lets out a laugh and at that point Ashton was sure that her laugh was made of candy and unicorns. “Follow me, blondie.”

She leads him through the empty green room, pushing open a door labeled 'Y/N’. Y/N. She had a beautiful name; it made his heart flutter just thinking about it. 

It was at this point when he realized how strange his feelings for this girl were; who actually falls in love with a stripper not for her body but for her smile, her laugh, and graThis entire crush is definitely far-fetched, but you seemed to take an interest in him and was planning not to give up on you so easily. 

“What do you want?” Your voice awakens him from his trance and he jumps back slightly. He finds you bent over a cooler, sifting through the drinks. He couldn’t help the thoughts that began to form at the sight of you; he had to think of dead puppies to keep his soon-to-be raging boner under control.

“Uh, bud-light?” She gives me a nod and continues to sort through the wide array of bottles—her tiny hand latches onto two bottles, barely covering the circumference of the bottle. His mind begins to wander again and he quickly has to turn his thoughts over to some sad and depressing topic to keep his hormones in line. She tosses him the bubbling beer and he takes a swig, the mild alcohol both burning and soothing his dry throat. 

“What’s your name?" 

"Ashton. But you can call me Ash if you’d like.”

“Well, I’m Y/N, but I’m guessing you already knew that. What do you do for a living?”

“I’m in a band, I play drums.”

“Really? That’s so cool! What’s your name? I’d love to check you guys out!”

“5 Seconds of Summer is our name and badly playing instruments is our game.” He mentally face palms at the corniness of his joke. “Don’t worry, that was cute.” She smirks, reassuring him. 

“So, uh, you’re a stripper I’m guessing?” Ashton mumbles awkwardly and he finds her giggling that infectious laugh of her once again.

“I prefer the term adult entertainer.” She replies, wearing a grin that stretched from one ear to the end.

“Maybe we should both leave the jokes to the professionals,” Ashton suggests and she nods in agreement. “Do you mind me asking why you decided to become a stripper?”

She sighs, pulling her knees to her chest. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“I got time.”

She inhales deeply before words start spilling from her mouth.

“Life was difficult at the time—I had no money—my parents weren’t exactly speaking to me—I was addicted to cigs, which cut a lot of money from my budget—I was desperately trying to make ends meet. I was a struggling high school student trying to raise money for a college education and on top of that my home life was swerving out of control at the exact same time. As I said before, my parents and I weren’t on speaking terms. I made some mistakes throughout my life and they just seemed to give up on me, leaving me all alone in the city to fend for myself. I was alone, tired and in need of money; at this point I could barely pay the rent for my tiny apartment, let alone afford a college tuition. I was desperate. One night, I found myself wandering the streets, slightly buzzed with a cig in hand when I passed by this club that was currently looking for entertainers. I wasn’t thinking straight, but a few days later I found myself with a job as a stripper at the same club. That was four years ago. I’m in my third year of college now, I have a lovely apartment nearby and I’m able to buy my groceries and pay my taxes and still have a little spending money left behind. I even managed to cut my cigarette habit. Some say I was better off four years ago, I mean, who actually thinks being a stripper is a good job? But I was able to turn my life around and that is worth more then what some stuck up prick has to say about me,” She looks at me with pleading eyes. “You going to leave now?” She whispers, the confident facade she was wearing the entire night seemed to crumble down in a matter of minutes.

“Leave? Why would I leave?”

“Maybe because I’m not the confident, perfect, sexy stripper everyone makes me out to be? I’m not even kidding when I tell you that the last time I spilled my heart out to a boy he bolted out of there faster than a druggie on locker inspections day.”

“He’s an idiot. He’s missing out on your melodious laugh and your sense of humour and your effortless grace and flawless beauty and witty banter; he’s missing out big time. You’re an amazing person and unless you want me to, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t know if I should blush or smack you for being so cheesy but thanks, Ash.”

“There goes that sense of humour." 

"Most people simply think of me as that 'lowlife stripper’ who can’t get a job so melodious laugh, that’s a new one.”

“What can I say? You bring out the Shakespeare in me.”

“Okay, the romantic lines are nice and all but if I hear one more I will smack you.” He raises his arms up in defense. 

“You’re truly something else, Y/N.”

“I’m taking that as a compliment.”

“It was meant to be.”

A silence falls around us and I can’t help the thoughts that begin to fill my head. Even at twenty one, I can’t seem to control my hormones. She looks so sexy just sitting there; her legs are crossed and her hair is gently cascading down her shoulders, she looks so perfect (no pun intended) and it’s driving me insane!  The way she wraps her lips around the tip of the bottle and how tightly she is grasping the glass isn’t helping my situation. I keep imagining things that holy water can’t fix. I desperately try to replace all sexual thoughts with my naked grandma or dying puppies but nothing seems to work at this point.

“You okay, Irwin?” She eyes me up and down, her eyes falling on the pillow I placed in front of my crotch to hide my growing problem. I nod nervously, my Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Her beer bottle comes in contact with the side table, and she slowly rises from her seat, making her way towards me.

In one swift movement she throws my pillow onto the ground and swings her leg across my lap, straddling me. She begins to move in circles on my growing bulge and I can’t help but let out a weak moan. “You can’t hide from me, baby. I’ve worked in this business long enough to know when a man has something to hide.” She growls into my neck, peppering my collarbone with soft, open mouthed kisses. 

“D-do you always hook up with random guys?”

“Hmmm?” She replies. 

I push her away gently. “Do you always hook up with random guys?” I repeat, a firmness in my voice that I wasn’t sure I could muster u

“I have a philosophy to not hook up with anyone who enters this bar; you’re the first and only exception.” I nod at her, giving her word to continue, pleased with her answer.

She reattaches her soft, slightly swollen lips to my neck, nipping softly on my tender skin. I was positive that evidence from this moment would taint my flesh for days. I wanted her to stain my skin; I wanted her to brand me with her mark. I have never been this desperate for someone in years.

She slowly begins to move her hips in circles against me, leaving me groaning with my head tilt back and eyes shut. “You like this, baby?” She purrs into the crook of my neck. All I can do is nod, never have I met a girl who can make me this tongue tied more than once.  "You can touch me, Ash, don’t be shy.“ She whispers, gesturing to my arms which were strewn about my sides just itching to touch her. She didn’t need to repeat her words; my large hands immediately reach out to cup her bum, pulling her in closer to me. She lifts her head from my neck and stares at my lips briefly before enveloping my lips with hers. Her tongue finds its way into my mouth and she gently sucks on my tongue and I moan at the new sensation. "You’re so fucking hot.” I growl against her lips, feeling her smirk. 

She pulls away from me, leaving me flush against the loveseat. She pulls her tight, V-neck over her head, tossing it somewhere in the room. She was still in the same lingerie from earlier and I couldn’t wait to take it off. My shirt soon follows the same path as hers and she re situates herself on my lap, grinding into me. “I ne-need more, Y/N, please. You’re killing me.”  I practically beg.

“As you wish, Daddy.” She smirks and I feel my eyes go wide. If I wasn’t already turned on to the max, that would have driven me to the edge.

Her delicate hands fumble with the zipper of my jeans, yanking the tight material down my thighs and tossing them onto the floor. She eyes my erection, licking her lips as she does so. “So big, daddy.” She mutters, palming me softly through my boxers. “Fuck, babe. Stop with the damn teasing.”

“Sorry, daddy.” She replies, staring up at me with innocent eyes. I swear to god if she kept this up I would cum in my pants in no time.

She slips her fingers under the waistband of my boxers, slowly pulling down the material. The cool air against me makes me hiss and I can see her biting her lip at the sight of me. She lowers herself onto her knees and stares at me through her lashes. “Are you ready?” I nod feverishly.

She licks up my shaft, running her tongue against my length. I find my hands grasping her hair, pulling the soft strands. She swirls her tongue on my tip teasingly, cleaning up the oozing pre-cum. She slowly puts my cock into her mouth, fitting my entire length into her mouth, her tiny hands fondling my balls as she sucks me. I’m a moaning mess by now; I can’t help the moans that slip out of my mouth, she was so damn good. If she kept up her little act, I would not be able to hold out for much longer. I wanted to release into her, not into her mouth. Although the image of my liquids dripping down her face were driving me mad, I wanted to hold out. “Baby,” I whine quietly. “Yes, daddy?” She hums against my cock.

“Please stop, I don’t want to cum yet,” She releases me with a pop, leaving me glistening from her pretty little mouth. I eye her clothed lower half and bra-clad torso. “Those have to go.” I reach out to undress her but she swats my hands away. “Leave it to me baby." 

She takes a few steps away from me and twirls around slowly; she loops her fingers in the belt hoops of her jeans, pulling them down at an agonizingly slow pace as she shakes her hips. She shimmy’s out of her jeans, her red lingerie piece now fully visible. "Damn.” I mutter, taking in the scene in front of me. She sits back down on my lap, grinding her pantie clad core against my glistening length. “Babe.” I groan. She sighs softly and rids herself of her undergarments, exposing her fully to me. 

She wastes no time and lowers herself onto me. Her head falls backwards as I fill her completely, she moans softly. “Oh fuck, daddy. You feel so fucking good. Your thick cock fills me so perfectly.”

Eventually, she begins to move her hips and lifts herself up and down my cock. The room was filled with loud moans and the sound of slapping skin; I was so close and I could tell she wasn’t too far. Her walls clenched around me as she rode out her high, her own orgasm triggering mine. Our juices mix together inside of her tight core, the liquids dripping down her thighs in the process. She lifts off of me only to collapse in my arms. “You okay, princess?”

“It’s been a while, Ash. I’m fine.” I press a kiss to the crown of her head.

“Go to sleep, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.”

“There is no way you are getting rid of me so easily; it’s nice to know we’re on the same page.” She smiles up at me and I can feel my heart pounding again, not from the sex or the adrenaline but from her smile. The effect she has on me is unreal.