look beyond your world

anonymous asked:

I have a prompt! What if Marco was practicing the keyboard and Tom overheard it?

Sure! I really liked writing this! I hope you like it! I used little headcanons about demons here and there, I hope you enjoy!

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Marco turned on the keyboard and sat down. Usually he played fun little jingles and songs. He didn’t practice much, it wasn’t one of his most common pastimes. But he wanted to learn for somebody special. Tom had shown him a song that was very important to him, it was a song that demons sang to promise their devotion. It was mostly sung by royals to the person they were marrying, to show they were devoted to the marriage and loved them, despite them being forced into a wedding. Or knights would sing it to their liege, but it was never used just as a common thing. For something like two people who were only dating. So when Tom sang this song to marco he was so drawn back and flattered, and happy! But he had nothing to show back. Marco heard that usually if the love was requited they would sing back; but Marco didn’t. He didn’t know what it was at the time, but he did now.

Marco read the lyrics and noted Glosseryk had pulled some strings to get for him. The noted were not anything he’d even seen and he couldn’t figure out the tune. Marco groaned and banged his head against the keyboard. He looked up at the paper. “Come on Marco… you love Tom, this is too important for you to screw up.” Marco told himself.

He put his hands on the keyboard and tried his best to remember the tone when Tom sang it. “I know you are looking for a sea of worlds beyond your reach,” Marco sang. The notes didn’t match up and he groaned. Come on Marco! This is important to him! You can’t butcher a sacred song!” Marco hissed at himself. He took a breath and tried again.

“I know you are looking for me I see the world beyond your reach, but I’m hoping my heart can stop you before you reach the beach- NO!” Marco groaned. “I’m ruining this. Tom wasted his song on me.” Marco mumbled. He stayed there with his head on the keyboard for a long while. He didn’t even notice the demon standing in the doorway with his hand over his heart. Tom smiled and stepped behind Marco.

“I know you are looking for a sea of worlds beyond your reach.” He started singing. “But I’m hoping my heart can stop you before you reach the beach.” Marco spun around and blushed furiously when he saw that Tom had heard him trying to play this song for him. But he had also heard his fail miserably.

“Tom! I’m so sorry I messed up your song, I wanted to make it special for you but I-” Tom cut him off and continued the song.

“I know you have places to go, I know that you want the sea. But I’m hoping my heart will grow and that you’ll come back to me.” Tom finished and gave Marco a kiss on the forehead. “Marco, have you been trying to learn our song? So you could sing it to me?” Tom asked. His eyes were shining like he just heard the voice of an angel.

“I’m sorry Tom… I just… I didn’t know you were expecting me to respond with something and I felt bad. I wanted to show you I feel the same way, I wanted to show you I felt the same click.” Marco explained. Tom’s smile brightened.

“You feel the same way towards me? Even after you found out all that song means?” Tom asked. Marco nodded and Tom’s smile grew even bigger. “You know how much it means, and you wanted to learn it for me.” Tom finished, this part was mostly to himself. Marco blushed and rubbed the back of his head.

“Y-yeah… if that’s okay with you?” Marco tried. “I mean I didn’t-” Tom cut Marco off with a deep kiss. He took the human in his arms and dipped him down, kissing him passionately. Marco froze for a minute and then melted into the kiss, enjoying the reaction he got out of the demon. Marco wrapped his arms around Tom and pulled him even closer. Tom pulled away and looked down at Marco with big eyes.

“That’s more than okay with me.” Tom told him. “I can’t believe you went through all of this trouble! To learn the song and try to play it for me, and learn what it meant.” Tom continued. “I can’t tell you how amazing this is, and how much it means to me.” Tom pulled Marco into a another kiss.

“I’ll finish learning that song for you.” Marco promised. Tom beamed. “I am! I’m going to learn it and sing it to you so you know just how much I care about you.” Marco assured, he wrapped his arms around the demon and Tom spun him around.

“I’ll teach it to you.” Tom offered. “I’ll teach you the whole thing and then listen to you sing once it’s done.” Tom promised. Marco giggled and the couple held each other for a long while. “By the way, I didn’t know you played the keyboard.” Tom said. Marco blushed.

“Oh I um… play around on it.” Marco stuttered. Tom smiled.

“You’re really good! Play me something!” He insisted. Marco blushed deeper and sat down by his instrument.

“What do you want to hear?” Marco asked. Tom shrugged and Marco giggled a bit. He began playing little tunes and chords, just small jingles. Tom smiled big and his ears twitched a bit as he listened. Marco played a softer tune and saw how Tom’s ears lowered a bit, but when he picked up the tempo they would perk up and flick. Marco played a tune that buzzed and laughed when Tom’s ears twitched and rotated.

“You look like a wolf cub.” Marco smiled. Tom tilted his head.

“A wolf cub?” He asked. Marco giggled and stopped playing. He reached up and scratched the demon’s ear, enjoying the sound of Tom purring.

“Yes, a little wolf cub.” Marco said again. “I love your cute little ears, they’re adorable.” Marco gushed. “Everything about you is adorable.” He added. Tom blushed and gave the human another kiss, holding his hands tightly.

“I can’t wait to hear your song.” Tom smiled. Marco did as well.

“I can’t wait to sing it for you.”

6 Ways to Combat Boredom

1. Recognize it and sit with it. The first thing you need to do when boredom surfaces is to become aware of it. Stay with the feelings of boredom for now – don’t rush to engage in pointless busyness. Instead, allow yourself to discover what you would really like to do, and what you think is missing from your life right now.
2. Surround yourself with “do-ers”. Boredom is addictive, and when we surround ourselves with people who are trapped in mindless activity we tend to get pulled into living like that, too. Look at what those around you are doing – and look for people who are doing meaningful and worthwhile things. Start to surround yourself with those types of people instead.

3. When you are studying, try to alternate between reading and writing. This allows you to sit and absorb, and then to shift gears and engage a different part of your brain. Doing that, helps to maintain interest and focus.
4. Be irrational. A central reason why boredom has become so common in our culture is that people have become too “rational”. Too much planning, thinking, contemplating, and so on can end up being boring in the end. So doing something crazy and spontaneous can help you to feel more alive again (but make sure it’s safe and won’t be a source of grief!)
5. Connect with good friends. Catching up with friends, and especially old friends, can help to change our mood and reignite our zest for life.
6. Get out and play. Go outside and do something – or simply look around. There’s a wonderful world out there, beyond your laptop screen. In fact, just breathing in fresh air can help you feel much more alive.

How to Cope with Boredom

1. Recognize it and sit with it. The first thing you need to do when boredom surfaces is to become aware of it. Stay with the feelings of boredom for now – don’t rush to engage in pointless busyness. Instead, allow yourself to discover what you would really like to do, and what you think is missing from your life right now.

2. Surround yourself with “do-ers”. Boredom is addictive, and when we surround ourselves with people who are trapped in mindless activity we tend to get pulled into living like that, too. Look at what those around you are doing – and look for people who are doing meaningful and worthwhile things. Start to surround yourself with those types of people instead.

3. When you are studying, try to alternate between reading and writing. This allows you to sit and absorb, and then to shift gears and engage a different part of your brain. Doing that, helps to maintain interest and focus.

4. Be irrational. A central reason why boredom has become so common in our culture is that people have become too “rational”. Too much planning, thinking, contemplating, and so on can end up being boring in the end. So doing something crazy and spontaneous can help you to feel more alive again (but make sure it’s safe and won’t be a source of grief!)

5. Connect with good friends. Catching up with friends, and especially old friends, can help to change our mood and reignite our zest for life.

6. Get out and play. Go outside and do something – or simply look around. There’s a wonderful world out there, beyond your laptop screen. In fact, just breathing in fresh air can help you feel much more alive.

6 Ways to Combat Boredom

1. Recognize it and sit with it. The first thing you need to do when boredom surfaces is to become aware of it. Stay with the feelings of boredom for now – don’t rush to engage in pointless busyness. Instead, allow yourself to discover what you would really like to do, and what you think is missing from your life right now.

2. Surround yourself with “do-ers”. Boredom is addictive, and when we surround ourselves with people who are trapped in mindless activity we tend to get pulled into living like that, too. Look at what those around you are doing – and look for people who are doing meaningful and worthwhile things. Start to surround yourself with those types of people instead.

3. When you are studying, try to alternate between reading and writing. This allows you to sit and absorb, and then to shift gears and engage a different part of your brain. Doing that, helps to maintain interest and focus.

4. Be irrational. A central reason why boredom has become so common in our culture is that people have become too “rational”. Too much planning, thinking, contemplating, and so on can end up being boring in the end. So doing something crazy and spontaneous can help you to feel more alive again (but make sure it’s safe and won’t be a source of grief!)

5. Connect with good friends. Catching up with friends, and especially old friends, can help to change our mood and reignite our zest for life.

6. Get out and play. Go outside and do something – or simply look around. There’s a wonderful world out there, beyond your laptop screen. In fact, just breathing in fresh air can help you feel much more alive

Dressing Room Shenanigans-Ashton Dirty Imagine

Because seeing Ashton bang the shit out of his drums just does something to me. I hope you enjoy it and if you have any requests for a specific imagine, just inbox me and I’ll do my best to get it posted (:

Enjoy!

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You watched from the side of the stage as the boys performed, your foot tapping along to the beat your boyfriend was banging out on the drums and your lips moving in time with Luke’s voice, singing right along with him.

You had been on tour with them for almost three weeks, per Ashton’s request or begging, however you wanted to look at it, that you join them. You was ecstatic, of course, to be on tour with them and the One Direction boys, having become quite close to them in the past few months, but even with being on tour with Ash, you never really did get to see him. If it wasn’t a radio interview, it was a rehearsal, or a writing session or recording day or just a day with the boys.

You were happy for him and one hundred percent supportive, don’t get you wrong, you just missed your boyfriend. One on one time was scarce with him on a day to day basis, and while you did get alone time with him at night, he was usually too tired to function normally, let alone spend time with you.

It had been almost two weeks since you had really even spent an hour with him and it was pushing three since you last had sex.

You weren’t happy about that, but you weren’t selfish enough to ask him for anything with how tired he had been. So you had resorted to taking care of it yourself during your showers in the morning or evening, thankful that you normally took such long showers to begin with, that way Ashton wouldn’t get too suspicious.

You were feeling that particular throbbing between your legs currently, as your eyes drifted over to Ashton, who was putting his heart into his drums. You bit your lip as you watched his biceps flex with each strike of the drums, his plump bottom lip being bitten in concentration and his curly mess of fringe dripping with sweat, which was swept just the right way over his forehead, that it made you squeeze your thighs together to stave off the ache that had formed between them.

You could feel herself blushing at the thoughts that were currently rushing through your head at the moment, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You were horny and had needs like every other person in the world. And your boyfriend looked beyond sexy playing those drums, giving them his undivided attention, playing them with such a passion and intensity that you were almost jealous.

The way he played those drums reminded you of the way he made love to you. Loud, hard and passionate.

He always gave you his undivided attention, loving your body with his hands, his tongue, his lips, taking his sweet time and making sure it lasted. He acted like every time was his last with you and he made every second count and you desperately missed that.

You missed his strong hands on you, the way his fingers dug into your hips as fucked her, his lips on your neck, whispering dirty things in your ear that always and without fail, pushed you over the edge. You missed the wild look in his eyes, the way his biceps flexed and strained, the way he bit his lip, the way he moaned your name when he came deep inside of you.

You were so lost in your lusty thoughts, that you missed the fact that their set was done and over with and the object of your not-so-innocent thoughts was headed in your direction.

It wasn’t until you felt a hand on your hip and fingers lifting your chin that you snapped out of it, your gaze focusing back in front of you to see your sweaty, panting boyfriend standing in front of you, his hazel eyes staring down at you with a mixture of amusement and concern.

“You alright love?” he asked you, his voice slightly louder to be heard over the still screaming girls.

You felt your gaze move down his face, taking in his sweat-soaked hair, his ever growing concerned hazel eyes, and right down to his pink lips that were slightly chapped and teeth-bitten.

You found yourself nodding, licking your lips and shaking yourself out of your lusty stupor.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said, your voice slightly higher and your smile a little too bright.

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. He gave your lips a quick peck and either ignoring or not hearing your slight whimper when he pulled away, he grabbed your hand and lead you through the catacombs of lower part of the stage, before you made it back to the main lobby. The cool air felt good on your over-heated skin, and you took a shaky breath to try and calm yourself down. It wasn’t working, considering the object of your distress was holding your hand, his palm warm and tight against yours, giving it an affectionate squeeze as you made your way to the 5SOS dressing room.

You didn’t know whether to cry or do a victory shout when you found that the dressing room was empty, upon your arrival.

You let go of Ashton’s hand as soon as you made it halfway through the door, making a bee-line for the refreshment table in search of water, or something to satisfy your suddenly parched throat.

You missed the soft click of the lock on the door, and the almost silent footsteps approaching you from behind, too enraptured in gulping down your water. 

You jumped when you felt hot hands settle on your hips, but relaxed once you realized it was just Ashton. Momentarily forgetting your sudden, ahem, situation going on in your nether-regions, you enjoyed the quite moment with your boyfriend and the security of his strong arms around your waist and the weight of his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath fanning across your neck.

“I think I know what your problem is.” He told you softly, brushing your neck with his lips.

You froze, your heart rate picking up and taking off like a race horse.

You swallowed, willing your voice not to crack, “you do?”

“Mmmhmm,” he replied, now leaving little pecks across your bare shoulder.

You sighed, your head tilting to give him more room to work with. You wanted to cry at the feel of his lips on your neck, his slight stubble grazing your skin. You hadn’t felt it in so long and you were pretty sure you were going to self-combust if you didn’t get something and soon.

“I saw the way you were looking at me, while I was on stage, banging,” his voice dropping lower with the word, “on those drums.” He continued, dragging his lips up your neck, to your ear, where they settled. He began to suck on your ear-lobe, his tongue slipping past his lips, tracing the shell of your ear.

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your parted lips and you felt him grin against your neck.

“You almost seemed jealous of them and for a while I couldn’t understand why,” he said, his hand slipping around to your lower belly, thumb nudging your (his) shirt up and out of the way, rubbing across the hot sliver of skin that was exposed.

“It was until I saw the way you were looking at me, practically fucking me with your eyes,” You bit her lip, your cheeks flaming in embarrassment at your obviousness, “that I realized I haven’t touched you in a long,” kiss “long,” kiss, “long,” kiss “time.”

His hand snaked its way to your upper ribs, his fingers brushing against the underwire of your lace bra.

You arched your back, silently begging him to go higher, your nipples already hardening in anticipation of his calloused touch. But it seemed Ashton had other ideas, as his hands sliding back down to her lower tummy, toying with the hem of your skirt.

You  whined, your hips grinding of their own accord back into his, where you felt his hard on digging into your ass. She heard his startled gasp, and did it again.

He growled, his hands landing harshly on your hips before he spun you around to face him. You barely had time to register your  favorite look returning to those hazel eyes, before his lips landed on yours in a bruising kiss that had you quaking at the knees. His tongue probed at the seam of your lips, not bothering to ask for permission, before parting your lips forcefully, his tongue curling with yours and doing this sucking thing that turned you into a  moaning, whimpering mess. His hands grabbed your ass, giving it a quick squeeze, before lifting you up and sliding you onto the table behind you, sliding between your parted thighs.

You both heard the clattering of things hitting the floor, but you were beyond caring at this point.

Your hands slid into his messy, sweat soaked hair, and pulled him closer, whimpering hotly into his mouth. Your hips began grinding against the table, needing some sort of relief against the throbbing between your thighs.

His lips left yours , but they didn’t leave your skin. They slid down to your neck, where they began sucking harshly,  definitely leaving marks and the thought of him marking you made you moan out brokenly.

His hands tugged at your shirt, “Off.” He demanded between kisses. You  scrambled to grab the offensive material and fling it off of you, tossing it across the room, not caring where it ended up.

Following your example, Ashton flung off his sweaty muscle shirt, his muscles rippling at the movement and you had to bite back a whimper at the delicious flex of his tanned biceps.

Ashton smirked at you, clearly reading right through you, as always. His gaze traveled down your half naked body and he licked his lips as his lusty eyes settled on your lace clad breasts that were rising and falling with the pants leaving your parted, kiss-swollen lips.

You wiggled under his gaze, half-annoyed, half-aroused at being scrutinized so heavily. Your nipples were straining, your sex was throbbing and soaked and you just needed some relief.

“Ash.” You whined, not caring that you sounded desperate, “please do something.”

His eyes were dancing with mirth as he reached up and with one finger, began tracing the outline of your nipple through your bra.

It hardened immediately and you whined high in your throat at the slight pain/pleasure and you ground your hips against the table.

“Look at you, love,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly, making your belly flip pleasantly, “how hot and desperate you are and I’ve barely touched you.”

He slid his hand from your breast, and around to the clasp in the back, toying with it gently with his nimble fingers.

“Do you want me to take it off of you? Maybe give those pretty little nipples some attention?” he whispered dirtily your ear.

You moaned, “Yes, please.”

He groaned, “Such a good girl, being so polite,” with a flick of his fingers, your breast were free and your bra was now hanging loosely between the two of you. Ashton flung it over his shoulder, not caring where it landed, “and you know what good girls get for being so polite?” he asked rhetorically, biting your earlobe gently, before sliding his lips down your neck, to your chest and stopping just shy of your right breast. He grinned up at her wickedly, “They get a reward.”

Before you could even respond, his soft lips wrapped around your nipple and he sucked, his tongue flicking against your nipple. You threw your head back, a loud groan leaving your parted lips.

Not wanting to leave the other one out, he took the left one in his hand and toyed with it, taking your nipple between his fingers and rolling it, pulling it and making it hard and sensitive with his touch.

He flicked his eyes up to take in your expressing and he felt himself grow impossibly harder at the look of pure satisfaction on your face. He grinned to himself as he toyed with a sudden idea and figuring that you would be up for almost anything, he went with it. Taking your nipple between his teeth, he bit down gently and then sucked it harshly.

You convulsed, a soft scream leaving your lips and your eyes flew open and caught his bright and slightly amused gaze staring back at you in satisfaction.

He pulled off of you, gently kissing your nipple as if to soothe it, before he made his way back to your lips.

He lifted you off of the table and walked you across the room to the black leather couch that was placed conveniently in the dressing room.

Sitting down, he pulled you down into his lap, strategically placing your crotch on his flexed, jean clad thigh.

You bucked your hips at the sudden pressure on your clit, a broken moan leaving your lips at the friction.

“Good thing you’re wearing a skirt,” he told you, pulling away from your lips. He gave his thigh a quick jerk, jostling you and causing your hips to roll and your crotch to grind against his thigh.

He grinned at your  whimper, “You planned this didn’t you?” he asked you, his hands resting on your hips, giving them a sharp squeeze.

“Standing on the side of the stage, wearing my shirt and this tiny little skirt, eye-fucking me through the whole show, licking those pretty lips every time I looked your way,” he began to move your hips in a slow circle, making your clit roll on his thigh in the most obscene and pleasurable way, “you were just begging to get fucked, weren’t you darling?”

Yes,” You whispered, your eyes rolling back into your head, both at his dirty words and his slow, building rhythm he was setting with your hips, your soaked center pressing on his thigh, your clit rolling deliciously with every full circle your hips made. It was sad, really, how close you were, just by grinding on his thigh. But the rough texture of his jeans and the texture of the lace against your clit was beyond perfect and it caused sparks of pleasure to shoot through your veins.

“Ride my thigh baby, think you make yourself come just from this?” he asked you, and you moaned, your hips bucking in response.

“God you look so hot like this, fucking yourself against my leg like some desperate little slut,” he hissed as you gave a particularly over-zealous thrust of your hips and brushed against his thick erection.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, feel your tight little pussy on my cock, hot and wet and tight.” He groaned, bucking his hips at the thought.

You whimpered, the familiar knot forming in your stomach, his hot words making your core throb with want and your hips grind harder and faster.

“Fuck.” You muttered, your hands squeezing his shoulders tightly, using them for leverage to twirl your hips harder.

“Yeah? Are you close babe? Gonna come all over my thigh like a good girl?” he asked you hotly.

“Yes, fuck, Ash.” You whimpered, your hips moving desperately. You could feel your release building, your heart hammering in your chest, the rushing of blood behind your ears. Every nerve ending was on fire from the amount of pleasure coursing through your system and it was threatening to burst.

“Look at me babe, wanna see your face when you come. I’m gonna fuck you so good after this, love, ‘m not gonna last, I might just come with you, you look so fucking sexy like this, shit.” He groaned, his breaths coming in short, hot burst against your neck.

“Ash, babe, fuck I’m gonna-“ you whimpered and he pulled away, his hooded eyes finding your. His hazel eyes were wild, his pupils blown wide to the point where his irises were almost non-existent.

“That’s right baby, come for me, come all over my thigh, wanna hear you scream for me.” He encouraged you and that’s all it took.

With a high scream, you came hard and fast against his thigh, your hips grinding wildly against his leg. Profanities mixed with Ashton’s name left your parted lips and tears filled your eyes at the relief and pleasure your release brought you.

Ashton had to use every ounce of self-control he had to not come just from watching you ride out your high, like some teen discovering porn for the first time. But damn it, seeing you come undone all over his leg was hands down the hottest thing he had ever seen.

He shifted uncomfortably, jostling you from your position against his chest, trying to recover from the power of your climax. His erection was hot and heavy in his skinny jeans, straining against the zipper to the point of being almost painful.

He gently shifted you from his lap, laying you across the length of the couch before making quick work of his jeans and boxers. He couldn’t help the groan of relief that left his mouth at the feeling of his dick springing free from its tight confines.

You watched him with hooded eyes from your position on the couch and you bit your lip in silent appreciation of the beautiful creation that was your boyfriend.

You  looked up and met his eyes and he gave you a soft smile as he made his way over to you. He carefully laid his body over yours and you spread your legs to accommodate him. His erection brushed against your sex and you gave a soft gasp, a shiver making its way up your spine at the thought of having him inside of you after so long.

His lips brushed against your jaw, before making their way to your lips, kissing you slowly and passionately. His lips moved against yours almost sensually, and you closed your eyes, your hands sliding in his hair as you opened your lips, deepening the kiss. His tongue brushed against yours softly, curling around it and sucking gently. A fire was building in your belly, and you bucked your hips, silently urging him to get on with it.

You could feel his chest vibrate with laughter, pulling away from your lips and looking down at you with his eyes shining brightly with amusement.

“You’re an impatient little thing aren’t you?” he teased you, kissing your nose playfully.

You pouted up at him, “You haven’t touched me in almost three weeks, I need you.”

Ashton felt a pang a guilt clench his heart and the smile left his face, “I’m sorry, love, I-“

You shook your head with a small smile, leaning up and kissing him gently.

“It’s okay, Ash, I understand.” You kissed him once more and with a wicked smile, you began to grind your hips against his dick.

He moaned lowly, his hips bucking up into yours in response.

“Fuck me Ash,” You whispered against his lips, “make it up to me by fucking me so hard that I won’t even remember these past three weeks without you inside odf me.”

With a groan, he pulled away from your lips and lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed in slowly and you sucked a breath in at the sudden stretch.

His eyes flicked up to yours in concern, “Okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine, keep going.”

He nodded, kissing you as he filled you completely and you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. You ground your hips against, begging him without words to move, to do something.

Taking the hint, he began to move gently, his abs flexing with every thrust of his hips.

“Oh, fuck.” You whispered against his lips as  his thrusts got faster, deeper, bracing his arms on either side of your head, making the veins in his biceps strain against his skin at his body weight. You spread your legs wider, giving him more room to move and you weren’t disappointed.

Pulling away from your lips with a groan, he began to thrust harder, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot. You whimpered, tilting your hips to meet his and you hide to bite your lip to refrain from screaming with slight change in the angle, forcing his cock right into your g-spot.

“Oh no baby, don’t hold back those sounds,” he murmured above you, breaking his rhythm for a moment as he moved his arm from its position near your head. His hand cupped your jaw, his thumb pulling your lip gently from its confines of your teeth.

“I want everyone to know who’s fucking you, making you feel so good.” He whispered as he began to build up his rhythm again, and you nodded, not bothering to hold back your moan of approval as he picked up speed, fucking you into the leather couch.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight for me, so fucking wet, shit.” He cursed above you, giving you a particularly hard thrust.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten with every thrust, the nerves tingling, igniting a fire inside of your veins that threatened to boil over at any second. It had been too long and he felt way too good inside of you, the skin of his dick gliding against your wet walls, the tip nailing your spot every time, stroking the flames that were building inside of you.

The pleasure was mind-blowing and when he began to grind his hips every time he bottomed out inside of you, your clit brushing against the hot skin of his lower stomach, you felt like you were going to explode from it.

“Shit, Ash-“ you broke off with a high-pitched whimper, your blunt nails digging into his strong shoulders, “I can’t-shit-I-“

“That right baby, feel me,” he groaned, moving his body so he was now kneeling over you, his hands gripping your hips harshly.

His hazel eyes were hooded and bright with a lusty heat as he gazed down at you, his dirty blonde fringe sticking to his forehead. His biceps were straining with grip he had on you and his abs flexed with every thrust of his hips. His tan skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat and he looked so fucked out right now, and it was all because of you.

“Shit babe, ‘m not gonna last much longer.” He moaned, losing his grip on one hip and snaking his hand in between the two of you and began stroking your swollen and aching clit.

“Fuck babe, want you to come for me, need you to come, wanna see you.” he muttered.

You whined, grinding and thrusting your hips against his. You were so close, you could feel it building in your lower belly, the knot tightening to the point of bursting.

“That’s it baby, are you gonna come for me? Shit love, wanna feel you tighten around my cock, hear you scream my name when you come, okay? Fucking scream it.” he hissed, and with two more hard thrusts and a brush of his calloused fingers against your clit, the knot that tightening in your belly snapped and you came hard and fast.

“Ashton!” You shouted, eyes screwed shut tightly, your head thrown back in pleasure. Wave after wave hit you and every muscle in your body was clenched tightly and Ashton was there, still fucking you through it, making it last for as long as possible.

“Yes, fuck, finally, so good babe so good.” He praised, his thrust becoming sloppy and less controlled. With another thrust, and a shout of your name, he came hot and deep inside of you.

You watched in awe as he threw his head back, exposing the veins in his neck as his muscles twitched and strained against his tan skin. He perfectly white teeth were digging into his plump lips as he thrusted weakly inside of you, riding out his high until he collapsed against you.

You lay there together in a heap of panting and sweaty limbs, both of you beyond spent. You stroked his messy and sweat soaked curls gently, fully relaxed and languid from finally getting a release.

“Shit.” He muttered against your skin, his voice sounding amazed and shocked and blissful and you couldn’t help the giggles that escaped your lips.

He pulled away, his eyes meeting yours and a smile making its way across his face as he watched your eyes dance with amusement and laughter leave your kissed-bruised lips.

His gaze was soft as he reached up and brushed his fingers across cheek, this thumb grazing your lips. With a smile, he leaned down and kissed you gently.

“That was amazing and I’m sorry for being a right ass and making you wait so long.” He apologized, looking down at you guiltily.

You smiled, “I think you more than made up for it, babe.”

“I’m glad I could be of service.” He chuckled as he bent down to kiss you again.

A hesitant knock could be heard on the dressing room door and you both broke away from the kiss to look at the door.

“Uh, guys,” Luke’s hesitant voice could be heard from the other side of the door and you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “the um, uh car is here to, take us to the hotel,” he cleared his throat and you practically see his glowing red cheeks from the door, “um, whenever you’re ready to um-yeah, we’ll be waiting so, yeah.”

You heard his footsteps hurry down the hall and you groaned burying your head in Ashton’s chest, your face probably resembling a stop sign. You could feel Ashton’s chest begin vibrate under your cheek and you heard his soft giggles that turned into a full blown belly laugh.

“I’m glad one of us finds it amusing,” you muttered as you pushed him off of you and stood up to get dressed.

“Oh c’mon, love,” he giggled, as he watched you wiggle your way back into your skirt, and trying to locate his AC/DC tank top that you had claimed for yourself for the night.

You felt your lips twitch as you watched him, still naked as the day he was born and sitting on the couch, giggling like a child.

You rolled your eyes fondly as you threw his clothes at him, “C’mon, we don’t want to make them wait that much longer and I wanna get the teasing and jokes over with.”

He mock saluted you as he stood up to get dressed, “Ma’am yes, ma’am.”

You shook your head with a giggle, letting go of any embarrassment you had and decided that this would make a funny memory in a few years.

Besides, you thought with a slight shiver, the experience was well worth any amount teasing and embarrassment you were sure to face in the future. 

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Yeah, so, sorry if this sucked, this is my first time really writing smut, so, yeah, hopefully they’ll be some improvements lol. 

6 Ways to Combat Boredom

1. Recognize it and sit with it. The first thing you need to do when boredom surfaces is to become aware of it. Stay with the feelings of boredom for now – don’t rush to engage in pointless busyness. Instead, allow yourself to discover what you would really like to do, and what you think is missing from your life right now.
2. Surround yourself with “do-ers”. Boredom is addictive, and when we surround ourselves with people who are trapped in mindless activity we tend to get pulled into living like that, too. Look at what those around you are doing – and look for people who are doing meaningful and worthwhile things. Start to surround yourself with those types of people instead.
3. When you are studying, try to alternate between reading and writing. This allows you to sit and absorb, and then to shift gears and engage a different part of your brain. Doing that, helps to maintain interest and focus.
4. Be irrational. A central reason why boredom has become so common in our culture is that people have become too “rational”. Too much planning, thinking, contemplating, and so on can end up being boring in the end. So doing something crazy and spontaneous can help you to feel more alive again (but make sure it’s safe and won’t be a source of grief!)
5. Connect with good friends. Catching up with friends, and especially old friends, can help to change our mood and reignite our zest for life.
6. Get out and play. Go outside and do something – or simply look around. There’s a wonderful world out there, beyond your laptop screen. In fact, just breathing in fresh air can help you feel much more alive.

Nine of Swords. Queen of Pentacles. Ace of Cups.

Fear and anxiety are very real, especially when your mind allows them to be. Of those things that are troubling you, ask yourself how many of them are beyond your control. Within your world, look to where you feel centered. Find the abundant strength that lies within. As you are a stabilizing presence unto others, so too must you be for yourself. Trust your intuition. Let your heart’s song be the guiding rhythm that carries you.