my drumkit

girlstalk5s0s  asked:

hii!!! can i have #18 and ash? and #40 and mikey? >_< EEEK IM SO EXCITED OML I LOVE THESE

#18: “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

hey! i already did #40 with michael tonight, so i just did #18!

“Hey, (y/n), quick– come here,” you heard an Australian accent whisper from behind the couch as you walked into the pitch black apartment.

“Ashton? What the hell-”

“Shh! Get down,” he whispered, pulling you down beside him. “Hey baby,” he smiled, pecking you quickly on the lips. 

“Can I ask why I am hiding behind the couch in the pitch dark whispering with you? Just for some context,” you questioned. Ashton was always pulling weird shit like this, so it was nothing out of the ordinary. 

“We’re gonna scare the shit out of Calum to get back at him for messing with my drumkit.”

You smiled, laughing at his idiocy. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

So the two of you waited there, in the pitch black of Calum and Ashton’s shared apartment, waiting for ‘the eagle to land,’ as your boyfriend put it. Eventually, thanking the heavens above because your knees hurt from kneeling on them, the door clicked, signaling that Calum was home. 

He walked into the apartment, and right before he got the chance to flick the light switch, you and Ashton jumped up from behind the couch. A loud scream escaped the dark haired boy’s lips, causing him to drop his phone out of his hands.

“WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?” Calum yelled, breathing heavily. 

Yourself and Ashton burst into fits of laughter, clutching your own stomachs and gasping for air. “Oh my god, the look on your face,” you cried, laughing uncontrollably. 

“That’s what you get for using my drums!” Ashton retorted, continuing his hilarious fit of laughter. 

“Oh, it’s on,” Calum shook his head, insinuating the start of what would be a very long prank war between the band members. 

when i am french and selling my drumkit on craigslist: etc etc etc and  la batterie not uncluded! haha

when the person comes to pick it up: *steals their 900 dollars and leaves them with nothing*

Drumkit - Ashton Irwin Smut

AN: contains cursing, sexual content, overstimulation, weird fetish idk yeah lots of frickfrack under 13’s don’t read ok bye

- Chloe ☺☻

Word Count: 892

You and Ashton had been dating for a little over 7 months and you were on his way over to his house after he mysteriously texted you ‘need to see you’. You were greeted by his mum at the door who let you in with a smile on her face. From the faint banging noises you’d guessed that Ashton was in his garage practising. As you walked through the house the drumming got louder and louder. You pushed the garage door open and saw Ashton without a shirt on hitting those drums as hard as he could. You would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on; how his muscles clenched at every beat and the beads or sweat running down his naked back. 

“Oh, Y/N! I didn’t hear you come in.” He smiled, putting his sticks down and wiping his face with his shirt. Your breathing began to hitch in your throat as you watched him rub his shirt all along his torso and down to his v lines that were unhidden by his low-slung tracksuit bottoms.

“Earth to Y/N?” You can back into reality and saw Ashton was stood incredibly close to you, waving his hand in front of your face. You blinked a couple times and shook your head.

“Sorry, Ash, I just can’t concentrate with you like this.” You spoke in a soft and seductive tone as you curled your hands around his neck and pulled him closer. Ashton sucked in a sharp breath, pushing his body against yours and walking you back against the wall.

“Y/N I’ve been waiting all day for this. D'you know how difficult it is to hide a boner in front of the lads?” He chuckled lightly into your neck, kissing your collarbone. “Just thinking of you on top of me makes me so fucking horny.”

“Ashton, quit talking and do something.” You growled, pulling his head up to kiss his lips. The need was evident with the way he was pawing at your jeans. You let out a quiet moan as he kissed down to your sweet spot on your neck once again.

“You have to be quiet, kitten. Mum is only along the hall.” Ashton mumbled into your hair as you palmed him through his tracksuit pants. He let out a long sigh, pulling your body over to his drumkit. He carefully laid you down onto his drums, lifting your shirt over your head and kissing down your stomach.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve pictured you naked on my drums.” Ashton giggled, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your thighs. He rubbed circles over your clothed core, causing you to moan out again. “I want you to make a mess on my drumkit. I want your juices all over them.”

“Fuck, Ash.” You whimpered as he pulled down your underwear and licked a stripe up your slit. You bit your lip to avoid making anymore noise. Ashton began to kitten lick your slit, pushing his tongue through your folds and sucking harshly on your clit. You could already feel your high approaching due to the sexual frustration you had been feeling recently, and Ashton could feel it too as he pushed 3 fingers into you and pumped them as fast as he could.

“Cum for me, kitten. Don’t hold back, I want to make you feel good.” As soon as he whispered that in your ear, you came undone. Your legs were shaking from the intensity, but Ashton didn’t stop as you came down.

“Ashton, no. I need a second.” You cried, but Ashton didn’t stop. You were a moaning mess on top of the cold drums and Ashton’s hair tickling your neck didn’t help the situation. You could feel your second climax approaching and you let go fast.

“Oh, baby. How are we going to clean this up?” Ashton smiled innocently. You looked down in between you and Ashton to see a pool of your juices at his feet and on his bass drum. Ashton licked one final stripe up your slit before taking his cock out of his pants. He pumped himself a few times, letting his head roll back at the little bit of relief. He kissed your lips one final time before thrusting harshly into you. The drums were moving back and forth and hitting against the wall every so often. His cock was pulsating in you and you could hardly breathe at the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“Fuck, Y/N! I’m so close!” He growled into your ear, kissing your neck again as his thrusts became sloppy. Your heartbeat was really fast as you felt Ashton’s hand on your clit, rubbing it in figure 8’s. You had to bite down into Ashton’s shoulder to stop yourself from shrieking out loud. Ashton came undone and came in you, the streams setting off your final orgasm. 

“Fuck, we’re going to need to clean up a lot before mum comes back in.” Ashton giggled into your chest, his breathing coming back to normal.

“How am I going to get out of here in order to have a shower? No, wait, how am I going to get up without falling over?” You giggled, kissing the top of Ashton’s head.

“I don’t know, but before we do anything I need to get my breath back.”