Limited availability of gas has been a problem across Puerto Rico ever since Hurricane Maria hit last week. This station in Rio Grande, about 15 miles east of San Juan, doesn’t have any gasoline at all right now. But it did have gas on Sunday night — until it ran out early Monday morning.

By the afternoon, about a hundred cars, along with scores of people with hand-held gas cans, were waiting for a new tanker to arrive.

“The problem is communication,” says the manager of the Gulf Route 65 gas station, Carlos de Armas. “We don’t know where the truck is.”

Like nearly everywhere on the island, Rio Grande lacks cellphone service. There is no way to get word from the truck driver, and so it’s anyone’s guess when the tanker might arrive.

At A Gas Station With No Gas, Puerto Ricans Settle In For An Interminable Wait

Photos: Angel Valentin for NPR

Mr. Hemmings

To be honest, you don’t know where this new found confidence is coming from since you’re normally a red face blubbering mess in front of him. Maybe it was the wink he sent you this morning or his eyes constantly roaming down your body, whatever it was made your confidence boost and let your wild side escape.

Originally posted by irweicake

Words: 5.5K

Request: No


The sound of your bedroom door creaking open and the shutters of your blinds getting pulled up had your eyes beginning to peal open, the sunlight shinning through the curtains had a hiss falling from your lips as you turn your body over to look at whomever decided to disturb you so early in the morning.

“Y/N what time did you go to bed last night?” Your mom questions as you hear her wining your window open. The sound of birds chirping and lawn mowers shaving long strands of grass begin to flutter into your ears.

“I don’t know, two maybe four in the morning?” You respond while groaning and throwing your head into your pillowcase, the softness of the pillow comforting you as you let a please sigh slip from your lips.

“Really Y/N! Why were you up so late?” Your mom ask with such frustration in her voice that your actually scared to look at her, but you’re actually relieved when she sits down at the foot of your bed and begins to rub your calf in her thigh.

“I was binge watching The Vampire Diaries sue me.” You say, voice muffled because of the pillow but your mom lets a tired sigh fall from her lips before pinching your calf gently.

“You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s bad for your body.” Your mom says, only leaving you to blink your eyes open and roll them.

“Ugh.” You groan before turning around in her grasp and looking up at her, the sunlight somewhat blinding your eyes.

“It’s the truth Y/N, anyways freshen up. Breakfast is downstairs and I need to talk to you also.” Your mom states while rising up and off the bed, her warm skin leaving your body, causing you to pout.

“What do we need to talk about?” You ask while raising up, your left hand coming up to cover your eyes from the beaming sun as you watch your mom begin to walk out of your door. “Come downstairs and you’ll find out.” Is the only thing she says, causing another groan to fall from your lips before you hear the door slam shut, making you stand and  walk out your bedroom and straight to the washroom.

You quickly brush your teeth and wash your face before you hop in the shower, the feeling of the warm water hitting your cool body had a please sigh slipping through your lips as you quickly washed up and hopped out.

You made your way into your room and quickly put on your under garments before lotioning your body up, the scent of coconut in the air as you walked over to your window with your towel wrapped around your body just in time to see your beautiful neighbor.

Just a few yards away from you, you saw Mr. Hemmings just getting out of the shower also, his body glistening with water as a white towel was loosely wrapped around his hips. His once blond hair now resting dark amongst his forehead, he brings his hand up and brushes it out of his face, making his body look so lean and slender.

A satisfied moan slipped from your lips as you watch Mr. Hemmings continue to paste around his room, continuously looking around for something that he lost. You watch as his body begins to walk towards the window that reflects yours, his arms reaching out and pulling open a drawer that is conjoined to his desk, his arm moving around like he is searching for the item before pausing and looking up towards you.

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High Rollers

Originally posted by peacehemmo96

New 5sos Series

Request: No

Rating: R; includes drugs, alcohol, sex, and violence 

A/N: I almost named this series “Get Ya Doe Up “ a song by Sk8 Maloley

     It was too cold for any one of them to be outside. Michael was bundled up from head to tow in warm clothes. Luke seeming to be immune to the frigid weather and only wearing a long sleeved flannel shirt, torn jeans and a beanie. The two were leaning up against a brick wall, cigarettes hanging from their lips as they waited on the other two boys. Neither of them had any idea idea on why Ashton called to meet up, but here they were now; freezing their asses off and waiting.

Luke had of course been the first person to show up. He was always on time like his parents raised him to be. Michael had of course been the second to arrive. He knew that if he stayed inside then he would have surely fell back to sleep. At least two of them knew the concept of time. It was quiet except for the sound of the cars going by and the gust of wind flowing through. “You know what this is about?” Luke questioned, pulling the cigarette from his lips and blowing out a puff of smoke. Michael shook his head in response. It was too late for them to be meeting and he was a person who values their sleep.

“Whatever it is they better hurry the fuck up,” Michael mumbled after some silence. His voice sounded hoarse, more gruff than anything. Just in the nick of time Ashton’s car rolled up to the curb. Ashton was wearing sunglasses and it looked as if he had been running his hands through his hair repeatedly. In the backseat of the car Calum was passed out asleep. 

“Get in!” Ashton yelled instead of greeting them. Michael and Luke shared a look of confusion. Ashton was usually a lot more polite than how he was acting now. The two boys walked towards the car and Luke claimed the front seat as Michael slid into the back next to Calum. 

“What took you so long?” Michael yawned. Ashton pointed towards Calum, who was still passed out and snoring away. Ashton pulled off and started to drive to who knows where. After about ten minutes he pulled into the parking lot of a strip club. 

“You woke us up at 2 am to see some ass?” Luke asked, glaring at Ashton like he was crazy. 

“We’re not seeing the girls. Freddy’s letting us use the basement,” Ashton replied, “Wake him up.” He turned the car off and Michael began to shake Calum violently. Calum tended to be a hard sleeper. After two shakes and Michael yelling, Calum finally woke up. 

“What the hell man!?!” Calum grumpily yelling. He pushed Michael away then glared at him with squinted eyes. Calum looked out the window then smirked, “Oh interesting place spot to choose.” Ashton rolled his eyes then took the keys out the ignition. Once they were out he exited the car and the rest of the guys followed in pursuit. Ashton had been extremely quiet on the ride over and he still seemed to be hiding something. The strip club was loud. Music blasting from the speakers and cheers of the customers, most of them being men. It smelled of cheap alcohol and perfume. Girl’s were walking about half naked, some carrying trays of food and others up stage on the pole. The four of them weaved their way through the crowd, slipping past a few girls that were heading out to the floor. 

“Hey Mikey!” one of them purred, earning a wink from their favorite customer. “Here for another private session?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his torso in a hug. 

“Mhm not today sweetheart…been called here to talk business,” he said. The girl pouted at his words. She was about to protest until she was interrupted. 

“Michael!” Calum shouted, grabbing the boy’s attention. Calum nodded his head in a ‘let’s go’ motion.

“Duty calls,” he smirked, kissing the girl on her cheek in goodbye. Ashton had led them to a door and standing in front of it was the owner of the club, Freddy.

“Thanks for letting us use the basement,” Ashton said, grabbing the key from Freddy. 

“Hey no problem. Just don’t break anything alright? Ya break it, ya pay it,” Freddy patted Ashton on the shoulder then left the guys to do their thing. After he left Ashton unlocked the door and hurried the guys inside. Once they went through the door, he looked around for a split second then closed the door shut behind him. The basement was stuffy and dark. Luke’s hand ran along the wall in search of a light switch. Finally his hand touched the switch and he flicked on the lights. The basement had to stretch along the whole place. A few rooms scattered around as if the place was meant for an office. 

“Alright, you dragged us all the way out here…what for? Spill the beans.” Luke said trying to pry the words out of Ashton. He plopped down on an old sofa that was planted near the wall. Michael and Calum sat down next to him and each one of the boys looked at Ashton in curiousness. Ashton grabbed a chair and turned it around so that he was sitting in it backwards. He licked his lips and then with much seriousness said. 

“I want to rob a bank.” 

Calum was the first to laugh, then Luke, and then Michael. All three of the boys were in a fit of giggles. It was when they noticed Ashton wasn’t laughing that they stop laughing themselves. “Are you being serious?” Calum asked, eyebrows furrowing at his friend. 

“Does it look like I’m laughing?” Ashton said. They all went quiet. Not sure what to think. “Haven’t you ever though about it?” Ashton continued on. “What have we been doing since graduation? Jack shit that’s what,” he spat, “I’m working a measly minimum wage job for only twice a week. That’s chump change.” Ashton seemed to be really pissed and though he looked calm on the outside the guys could tell her was livid. “Michael, you sell weed; that doesn’t get you much. Calum bar tends, and Luke…Luke, you tutor kids in fucking math! Guys let’s rob a bank,” Ashton nearly whined. They were so shocked at what he was saying that none of the guys said anything. Ashton sounded crazy. 

“I don’t just sell weed I’m an entrepreneur,” Michael corrected. 

“Entrepreneur my ass,” Luke chuckled, making everyone else laugh. Their laughter died down and Ashton looked at them with hopeful eyes. Were they actually going to consider robbing a bank? Ashton brought up some great points. They were barely making enough to pay rent. So far they’ve done nothing with their lives. 

“I’m not saying I agree to it, but what makes you think we could rob a bank? Let alone get away with it?” Calum asked. The other two nodded in agreement.

“It couldn’t be that hard. We just have to come up with a full proof plan and make sure no one gets hurt.” Ashton chewed on the bottom of his lip. “Fuck you’re right it’s a stupid idea.” He second guessed himself. 

“Maybe we should start by robbing a gas station first?” Luke suggested, “Then work our way up to the bank.” Michael and Ashton looked at Luke in surprise. They expected him to be the first to brush the idea off and knock some sense into them. “What?” It wasn’t a bad idea and Ashton’s right. Tutoring doesn’t really do anything to fill my wallet.” They each shared a look, silently questioning if they really wanted to go through with this plan. 

“I’m in,” Michael spoke up, earning a smile from Ashton. 

“Yeah sure. This is a crazy idea, but I’m in too,” Luke said. Now it was Calum’s decision. Each one of the guys starting at Calum in question. 

“We could get arrested and do some serious jail time,” Calum stated. “But there’s also the thought of making bank.” Calum was mentally wrestling with himself. He knew this was wrong, but he also felt that it would be right. “Shit…Fine I’m down,” he sighed, the guys cheering in response. Now that everyone was on the same page they had to set up a plan. Silence fell between them and they could hear the muffled sounds of the music playing from upstairs. 

“I’ve made a deal with Freddy, so this basement is ours for whatever it is we do,” Ashton said, “We just can’t bring cops into his place.” 

“We should have code names,” Luke suggested, “That way none of this could be traced back to us or here.” Calum nodded in agreement. They had to think this through carefully. What they were about to do was risky. The early morning being filled with plans on how they were going to go about it all. Any wrong move and they could get caught. 

Cheat (Part II) - Klaus Mikaelson

Part 1: Cheat

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Requested: No

Rating: Smut

“You what?!? What the fuck Klaus.” I shouted at Klaus as I tried getting up, searching for my clothes.

“I didn’t-it didn’t…y/n, please listen.”

“You asshole!”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Bullshit!!!” I said, throwing a book at him. It bounced off his chest and fell. He bent over to pick it up and inspect it in his hand. He looked back up at me, his eyes welling up with tears

“It didn’t mean anything. I swear. I didn’t mean it.”

“If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have done it.” I ran into our room and tried to find my backpack, quickly throwing in a few shirts, some underwear and some socks. His loud footsteps followed in soon after.

“Love, what are you doing?” He mumbled quietly. Klaus was standing in the doorway, with his hands behind his back, staring down at his feet.


“Why? Please don’t leave y/n. I love you. Goddammit I didn’t mean it. Why don’t you believe me. It was one time, it will never happen again I promise. I swear on my life that it won’t. You love me don’t you? If you love me, give me another chance. I won’t mess up again y/n.”

“Klaus, stop.”

“No y/n, I’m not going to stop. I love you. I love you too much to give up on this. It was one mistake. I’m going to make everything better again, I promise. I’ll give you everything you need, everything you want. I just need you in my life. The only reason I did it was because I was missing you. You were spending all those hours with those so called friends of you, I never got to see you. We were drunk y/n. I couldn’t even get it up! I was horny but it wasn’t you, it didn’t feel right. No one makes you feel the way i do. It was the worst mistake of my life.” He lost his breath along his small ramble. He clutched onto the collar of his shirt which was lazily hung over his broad shoulders


“Okay, what?” His eyes flickered up.

“I’ll give you another chance.”

He slowly made his way over to me. His arms wrapped around my sides and he held onto the back of my head.

“Thank god. I fucking love you y/n. Please don’t ever leave.”

I pulled back a little, “Klaus?”

“You said you’d give me everything I want right?”


“Eat me out?”

“Of course cutie pie”

He picked me up, holding my bum and carried me to our bed. He laid me out and pulled down my pants, along with my panties.

“Is this really what you want love?”

“Yes Klaus. Hurry up already.”

I ran my hands through his tousled hair, pulling him in for a lingering kiss.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled into the kiss.

He lowered himself to my core and blew cold air over my entrance. It sent shivers down my body. He pressed a flat tongue on my clit, adding and taking away pressure.

“You’re so good at that Klaus.”

“Mmm?” He moaned against my clit.

His tongue swirled circles around my throbbing clit. He took his fingers and ran them along my entrance, collecting the wetness. Klaus stuck two fingers inside of me and pumped them in and out at a slow pace.

“Tell me what you want darling.”


“Anything for my girl.”

He moved his fingers faster and sucked my clit between his lips.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me y/n.”

Once I was settled from my high, Klaus wrapped himself around me and cuddled into my side. He nestled his head into the crook of my neck. After a moment of silence I spoke up.

“Why’d you do it?”

Therapy - Harry Holland One Shot

Requested: No

Rating: PG-13 for idk cursing, drinking, that kinda stuff idk this isn’t too rough :)

Summary: You and Harry have been rivals for as long as you can both remember. Last week, the two of you fucked and you can’t get him out of your head. Now, the two of you are at the same, crazy party, and you just can’t seem to avoid each other. (Inspired by ‘Therapy’ by Khalid).

A/N: ‘Y/L/N’ stands for ‘your last name’ just for clarification. 

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“Something that you’re doing has me falling all the way”

Harry had been staring at you all night. He’d been staring at you since seventh fucking grade, actually. His staring had been what initiated your feud. He had been caught off guard by the pretty, smart, witty girl who sat three seats down from him in his seventh grade English class with the droning teacher. One day you’d caught him looking at you for what had felt like the billionth time, so you had leaned forward so the two of your eyes locked, unobstructed by the people sitting in desks between you. “Maybe you should take a picture, it would last a while longer,” you had questioned, the words had flown straight from your lips and bitten into him, he had recoiled as if he had been punched. The only way he could think to respond was more violently than he’d intended. 

“Of you? In your dreams, YLN.”

He had spat the words with a tone much more harsh than the one you’d employed and he still remembered how you’d frowned slightly before making sure the teacher wasn’t paying attention before spitting out the words, “then fuck off, Holland.” Ever since, the two of you had a rivalry the entire school knew about, that neither of you made any effort to hide. 

But then last week had happened. Last week with a club meeting that had ended up in a way so unexpected that you could barely convince yourself it had happened. But you knew it had, of course, as after it’d happened, Harry had grown only colder towards you, his comments carrying more of a sting than usual. You couldn’t tell if you were just extra sensitive, or if something had changed, or both. 

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“You did so good…” Luke + Rose

Requested- NO

Rating- S FOR SMUT


The quiet kids are exactly that; quiet. They live the label very well, very few ever escaping the name. Rose Sullivan was a quiet kid, she always had been, but she, unlike the other few kids, had no desire to escape said group of children. Truth be told she quite liked it.

Luke Hemmings was a quiet kid, he was very artistic, always had a sketchbook or notebook with him. He constantly wrote down lyrics to songs or drew small figures. His favorite thing to draw though, were roses. His sketchbook was filled with seemingly pointless pictures of pretty roses. ‘Nearly as pretty as her,” he would often think to himself.

Luke had a whole world in his mind made up of gardens and perfection. Oh, and a small plastic dog in which he called Ketchup.

Rose had a world in her mind, too. Hers was made of the hypnotizing sound of guitar and beautiful vocals. Luke sang to her a few times, when she wasn’t able to sleep, or when she was sad because of a stupid heartbreak. She also had a large canvas of a rose painting that Luke had made for her a year prior. It was hung up right above her bed.

Rose was a very artistic person as well, she enjoyed drawing petite pictures of music, from guitar strings unhinged, creating a harp, or a violin, or music notes flowing from the page. They seemed as if they jumped out.

Luke, above his bed, had a painting of hers that consisted of a violin lying in a small patch on daisies, tulips, and roses. Her signature stood in the shadow of a rose, and Luke appreciated its beauty everyday.

“Luke, stop,” Rose squealed half- heartedly to her best friend. “Give me one good reason, Rosie,” he smirked after seeing something spark up in her eyes, metaphorically of course.

“You haven’t called me that in years, Lucas,” she mumbled a small smile gracing her pretty little face. He smiled lovingly at her, slowly leaning in to her, she met him halfway, there lips locking in a crash of adoration on both ends. “I love you Rosie,” he mumbled on her lips, she could still taste the words he left there when he pulled away. “I love you too, Lukey.”

He leaned in to her to steal another kiss. When their lips met she put her hands flat on his chest, he rested his on her waist. As the kiss got more heated, she started to ball up his shirt slightly in her hands, and his hands drifted to the hem of her (technically his) hoodie, and he slipped his hands underneath it, sighing happily when he felt the warmth of her skin under his fingers.

Her hands drifted to the hem of his shirt and she pulled lightly at the hem, “what do you want, baby girl. Tell me,” he mumbled to her huskily. “I want this off.” He nodded and slowly peeled his shirt off, she relished his beauty, and placed a kiss on his jaw. “Can I take your hoodie off?” He murmured sweetly.

Instead of answering him, she led his hands to the hem, and pulled up slightly for him. He smiled lightly and stripped her of the top, only to find she had nothing on underneath, aside from some pretty pink lace panties. “God sweetie you’re perfect,” he whispered to her, kissing right under her ear.

Her cheeks flushed a bright red and she giggled cutely. He kissed her again, taking her by surprise, her hands flew to his hair tugging lightly, causing a small moan to leak from Luke’s mouth, to her it sounded like a beautiful musical.

He started moving his kisses lower, spending time on her neck, leaving a small love bite that he was sure to hear about later. He left wet, open mouthed kisses on her body, making sure to give special attention to each of her breasts. Her back arched from her bed, a moan leaking out of her mouth. At the sound, he closed his eyes, grinding his hips on the bed to create some friction. She looked down at him desperately trying to get some pressure in his lower region. “Let me help, baby,” she mumbled. “No, babygirl let me take care of you first.”

Rose smiled lightly, and nodded. He didn’t strip her of her pretty panties yet, not yet. He just pushed his hand into them, and applied pressure to her heat where he knew it would make her weak. She let out a squeak when he applied pressure just where she needed it. “Jesus, Rosie, you’re so wet babygirl,” he muttered into her ear, causing a whimper to fall out of her mouth.

Luke moved down a bit so that he could grind his erection into the bed, needing some pressure desperately. He decided to take hold of Rose’s panties with his teeth, gingerly pulling them down her legs. As soon as they had joined the ever growing pile of clothes, he attached his mouth to her heat, groaning at her taste. “You’re Little pussy tastes so good, baby girl,” he moaned, sending vibrations through her body causing her to let out a heavy high pitched moan.

He held her hips down, to stop her never ending squirming and she had weaved her hands through his hair, gently tugging the roots. “Luke!” She screamed out as she got closer to her climax. “How close are you baby,” He rasped. “So close Lukey.” “Ask me to cum baby,” he whispered in a deep tone of voice. “Can I please cum Luke, please,” she cried out desperately. “Yes darling, cum for me.”

She released the knot that had formed in her stomach, he smirked at the sight, but he rode out her high, even through her pleas for him to stop, she really didn’t want him to.

“You did so good sweetie,” he murmured. “It’s your turn Lukey,” she mumbled, as she stripped him of his pants quickly.

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The Color of Our Souls (Soulmate!AU 5SOS Imagine) Cashton

Requested?: Yes, Soulmate! AU 6

Pairing: Cal x Reader, Ash x Reader

Warnings: feels

Part Two?:no

Rated: PG-13

Prompt: Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate


           You were waiting for the concert to start when you got a little anxious. It was the first time that you were able to come see your favorite band 5 Seconds of Summer. When the boys came on stage you were screaming as they introduced themselves when you suddenly felt a tingling on your arm, looking down to see your tattoo changing color.


           The simple black and white feather that you’d gotten at the age of the 18 when you began your soulmate search was now turning into swirls of jade and violet and you gasped, slapping your friend. She gasped and squealed, barely being heard over the crowd.


           “It must be one of the guys,” she told you as both your eyes widened in shock. She turned around to the barricade to get the security guard’s attention and told him your dilemma. He looked up at you and shook his hand for you to move toward him. You nodded, moving forward to show him your arm and he turned around while Luke was speaking to the crowd, getting Calum’s attention. Cal looked confused as he glanced down at his bicep, coughing on his water and nodding.


           The guard turned around and glanced at you, “Move toward the back by the merch table and I’ll bring you backstage,” he said and disappeared while you and your friend moved to the back. When you arrived at the backstage door, you began to freak out, your heart pounding. You watched the rest of the show and giggled quietly as they said their thank you and moved to where you were standing.


           Calum’s eyes lit up when he saw you, almost feeling like you’d known one another your whole lives. “Hi,” he murmured as he approached you, everyone watching on at the encounter as you smiled.


           “Hi,” you whispered back, feeling calm under his gaze.


           “Can I see your tattoo?” he asked, and you nodded, showing him your forearm as he touched your skin, making you shiver. “A feather, seems fitting love,” he grinned, moving to show you his colored in bicep of an Indian chief’s head.



You and Ashton went together to get your soulmate tattoos, being childhood best friends, you wanted to be there to see what each other would get. You walked into the tattoo parlor and smiled at the woman at the front desk.


           “Hi there, how can I help you guys today,” she smiled and you smiled back.


           “We’re here for our soulmate tattoos, first one,” you told her and she nodded, typing something onto the computer system.


           “What’s the names?”


           “Y/N Y/L/N and Ashton Irwin,” Ashton told her and she typed both into the computer and sending the designs to the printer as she glanced back at the screen confused.


           “Oh,” she said and you raised an eyebrow in concern.


           “Is something wrong?” you asked and glanced up at Ashton. The woman looked back at you and she shook her head, giggling and smiling at the two of you.


           “No, not at all,” she said and stepped forward to the counter. “Right this way,” she said and led the two of you to a tattoo room where you both sat down on the chairs. She typed information into the computer to set up our designs. She asked where we wanted them and we both agreed to our wrists and she nodded, setting the plates to where they should go.


           “So it’ll take about twenty minutes, there’ll be an alarm when it’s done and you peel off the tap and you’re done,” she explained as she pressed the button to begin the machines. “See you after,” she smiled and closed the door, leaving you two alone.


           “What do you think you’ll get?”


           “I don’t know,” you replied, glancing over at him, “Hopefully something meaningful.”


           When the alarm went off, the two of you took a deep breath and smiled. You peeled off your tape and gasped when you saw your tattoo. A bright red square with a cutout of a puzzle piece. You glanced over at Ashton whose wrist showed a bright red puzzle piece. You glanced up at him and laughed in excitement as you moved toward him, locking lips.


           “I’ve waited since preschool to do that, Soulmate,” he told you, locking your lips again.

Change Your Mind|(Fuckboy!Calum)

“How many girls have you slept with since this semster started?” I question which makes Calum’s eyebrows rise up in shock before nibbling on his bottom lip, his nose scunching up as he looks down at the ground before looking back up at me.

Originally posted by 5sos-memories

Words: 5000+ (i didn’t mean for this to be so long!!!)

Request: No

Rating: R

(inspired by this picture & caption xxx)

The smell of stale beer and weed was all that I smelt throughout the frat house, the pumping bass of some upbeat song blasted through the speakers of the living room just down the hall from where I am lying against a wall. The smacking of lips could be heard across from me as a blond and brunette boy are sucking each others faces off while both of their hands roam down south.

A sigh rolls through my lips as I bring the red solo cup to my mouth and take a sip of the fruit punch that I surprisingly found in the fridge of a frat house filled with boys. The taste of cherry burned on my tongue as I swiped my tongue along my bottom lip before retrieving my vibrating phone out my back pocket.

Don’t wait up for me!

Roamed across my screen as I see Chantelle’s name hang above the text with a purple heart emoji beside it. With a roll of my eyes and an annoyed groan tearing from my throat, I stuff my phone back into my pocket before bringing the fruit punch back up to my lips while taking my back off of the white wall sprayed with graffiti.

 I wonder what the point of Chantelle dragging me to this pathetic party was, when all she did was wander off right when we step foot into this dirty household. Yes, I do love her with all my heart but the stupid shit that she does just tremendously pisses me off.

“Well if it isn’t the beautiful girl that sits in front of me in film history,” I hear a voice say from in front of me, making my eyes tear away from the crimson colour liquid in my cup and look up at the boy in front of me. I roll my eyes before gently bitting down on the plastic of the cup.

Calum’s body was towering over mine in just a minute, the faint smell of his cologne and cigrettes lingered on his body as he takes another step towards me, pushing me into the wall that I just stepped away from. He wore a jet black long sleeve that visably shows his biceps, as his regular pair of black ruined denim jeans are glue to his legs like a second skin.

I gently bite down on my bottom lip while leaning my head side ways, my eyes running up and down his facial features that has a smirk written on his lips and a cocky glint in his eyes. “What do you want Calum.” I sigh out while looking at him unamused, the once flirty smirk wiped off his face as he looks at me surprised.

“Do I need to have a reason for talking to you?” Calum questions while cocking one of his thick eyebrows up on his forehead, his juicy bottom lip getting tucked between his teeth as he steps closer to me, my body leaning into the graffti sprayed wall as I feel his breath float around me.

“Uh, yeah.” I state while cocking my hip and leaning my head against the warm wall, my eyes flying to Calum’s rolled ones.

“I’m offended now,” Calum pouts while giving me puppy eyes, making me let out a bitter laugh before looking Calum up and down. “No but seriously, what do you want?” I ask, now watching Calum’s face set back into it’s natural state instead of bulging eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to dance.” Calum says while sporting a charming smile and placing one of his hands out in front of me, which makes me scoff while shaking my head.

“First off, if you want to ask me to dance at least have proper grammer,” I say which makes Calum’s eyebrows rise before a smirk settles on his lips.

“I like when girls play hard to get, makes me want them even more.” Calum says while pushing his chest towards mine before peeling back, his tongue skiming along his bottom lip while flicking his eyes up and down my body.

“God everything they say about you is true.” I state while shaking my head and pushing myself off the wall, ready to get away from Calum and head back to my dorm. “Wait, What’s true, who said what about me?” Calum questions while grasping my wrist in his hand and turning towards me, a groan falling from my lips as I turn back around to look at Calum.

“Everybody, everybody says you’re a fuckboy Calum, and it’s true, you are one.” I say while tearing my arm out of his grip and placing it at my side while looking at Calum and I watch his eyebrows knot in confusion as a slight pout sets on his lip.

“I-I’m not a fuckboy, what the hell? You don’t believe them right?” Calum says while looking at me with concerning eyes, only making me roll mine.

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Jersey (Hockey!Luke imagine)

Originally posted by teenagedfricks

requested: no

rated: NSFW (very small amount)

summary: You always thought that you were just one of Luke’s girls, that you weren’t the only one who would wear his hockey jersey with the name ‘Hemmings’ on the back and the big number 11. Although, Luke guarantees that you’re the only one in his eyes

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Hemmings skated across the rink, following the cluster of players who were currently in possession of the puck. Finding an opening, he managed to get the puck for himself; pushing past the opposing teams players and skated towards their goal. Even as he concentrated on making his way to the net; Hemmings couldn’t help but smirk at the noise the crowd was making. He could hear the defensemen of the other team coming up behind him. He sucked in a breath, and went for the shot.

You chewed at your lip as you watched the player with the number 11 on the back of his jersey, and the name Hemmings written out over top. You saw him pause for not even half a second, before taking a shot at the puck. You watched the black disk fly across the ice, past the goalie and straight into heart of the net. You let out a breath, even seeing Luke’s shoulder physically drop as he seemed relieved by the goal he had just made.

In the first period of the game, either team had made a goal and left the score and 1-1 for the other two periods. And here they were, with 00:57 seconds left on the clock of overtime, Luke scored. His teammates erupting in cheers, jumping over the barricade between the rink and the box where the players sat. You grinned as you watched them crowd around him, congratulating him for scoring the winning goal.

Luke was always so modest, never admitting that he was the best player on the team. He never had a big celebration after a game that they would win, especially if they had won because of him. You watched him as he broke away from the cluster of his teammates, slowly skating over to the side of the rink, eyes roaming over the people in the stands until they met yours.  You grinned; sticking out your tongue at him and watching him chuckle to himself, shaking his head.

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Preference #73 : He’s too good - 4/4

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Rating : R; NSFW (Please don’t click ‘Read more’ if you don’t feel comfortable with this kind of pictures)

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French Study Session

“Y-Yeah I-I do.” Luke utters, his voice sounding out of breath as you smirk at him, your hands quickly slipping from his biceps to reach and grab his hands, sliding from your thighs and brushing them up to your chest. His large hands grasping your breasts as you keep on rolling your hips on his.

Originally posted by fivesosgif

Words: 5000+

Request: No

Rating: R

You felt tears begin to well in the hollow of your eyes, your cheeks heating up as you felt your ears begin to ring, the room felt smaller as you swallowed shallow breaths while looking at the thin sheet of paper in front of you. Your eyes falling amongst all the red scribbles on the paper, including the corrections of words and obvious x’s to were you got the question wrong. You felt so defeated.

You couldn’t stop looking at the paper in front of you. You always tried to be the best you could possibly be, always going over and beyond on assignments and doing so fantastically well on tests that you don’t understand how it just went down hill all of a sudden, especially in French, you are so good in it.

“I am very disappointed.” Your French teacher, Mrs. Addison, says and you can feel her eyes on you but it takes everything in you not to look back up at her with tears on the verge of spilling over your lids.

“I-I just don’t know, I don’t understand.” You say while bringing your hands off of the desk and carding them through your hair, a frustrated sigh falling from your lips as you continue to read over every red pen correction.

“Neither do I, your always so good.” Mrs. Addison says, crouching down to level with you, which causes you to bury your head deeper into the desk, trying not to make your French teacher see you cry over such a low mark. “I can’t believe it.” You say, shaking your head and closing your eyes, swallowing the ache in your throat that you always get whenever you’re on the verge of tears.

“Y/N don’t worry, I’m sure that you’ll do good on the next test, just like the rest.” She says, rubbing her hand up and down your back, the sound of her watch clashing against her skin and your back causes you to sigh before you nod your head.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll just try extra hard next time.” You state, peeling your eyes open and staring up at your teacher, her effortless smile set out on her lips before she stands and begins walking around the narrow classroom and chats with a bunch of students.

Your shoulders immediately slump as your chin drops low, you’re back to staring at the failed test in front of you as another sigh rolls out of your mouth, you just wish that you could’ve done so much better.

“Why do you look so sad?” Jocelyn questions, her voice not holding any sympathy what so ever as she smacks down on her bubble gum obscenely.

“I’m sad because I just failed one of my French test.” You say, your head tearing away from the desk and staring in front of you to see Jocelyn sitting with her body sat upon her desk as her feet drum against her seat, making you roll your eyes at her childish position.

“Calm down, the world isn’t ending,” Jocelyn says, this time it’s her turn to roll her eyes. Making you watch her with annoyance before your lips turn into a frown. “I know, I know, it’s just that I really like to do good and I just don’t understand what I did wrong.” You imply, your hands finally tearing away from your hair to rest along your jawline, your head in your hands.

“You don’t need to understand, it’s not like it’s going to be on the next test.” Jocelyn says while taking one of her hands off of her lap and bringing it to shove strands of her unruly curly chocolate her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah but it’s going to be on the exam.” You state while looking up at her with a rised eyebrow, which only receives you the exact same look.

“Fuck the exam, let’s go out for pizza instead.” Jocelyn says before her thin lips break out into a devilsh grin, a laugh falling from your lips before you look up at the clock and see it’s time to go. Your hands slipping the red marked up paper into your binder before standing and grabbing everything else.

“As tempting as that sounds, I don’t want to turn out like you.” You say while tucking your chair into the desk and looking at Jocelyn with a smirk as she hops off hers and begins to walk to the door way filled with your classmates.

“Hey, you’re getting there bugger,” She remarks while smiling, making you turn around and push her towards the door instead of her walking in front of you.

“So you going out to lunch with Levi again?” You ask her as you guys begin to walk down the hallway, the sound of Jocelyn’s sneakers hitting the floor can barley be heard with all the slamming of lockers and jingling of keys.

“Yeah, so I’ll catch you later.” Jocelyn says while smiling at you, her body trailing to her locker which is down the hall. “Yeah, see you later.” You utter before you turn down the hallway when you don’t see Jocelyn’s brown hair anymore.

You walked down your hallway with ease as the sound of laughter and sneakers kept on filling your ears before you even reached your locker was when everything begin to clear out and people started to make their way downstairs for lunch.

You opened up your locker and stuffed your binder on the top shelf before you tossed your pencil case on the one before it. You turned around to look at yourself in the small mirror that was stuck to your locker, checking yourself to see if your hair was still in place, no mascara running, no lip gloss smudge, and nothing stuck in your teeth. With all of those checked off your list you quickly spritz a little bit of perfume on to your chest before placing it back into your school bag.

“Hey Y/N,” A blond boy says just as you shut your locker, causing a gasp to fall from your lips and jump in the air slightly, a relieved sigh falling from your lips when you realize who it is.

“Hi Luke, can you please not do that to me ever again.” You say urgently while turning towards him, a small smile spreading on his lips as he just nods his head. “I really didn’t mean to scare you, thought you knew I was here.” He says while running his eyes over your face to see if you’re still shaken up, his smile growing wider when he sees that you’ve calm down.

“Nope I didn’t know about it.” You state, pushing away from your locker and beginning to walk down the other side of the hallway, Luke walking quickly next to you before letting a breathy laugh fall from his lips.

“You sure do walk fast for a girl that is short,” He says, his lanky self nearly consuming you as you turn down the end of your hallway and begin to make your way to the stairs.

“Thanks for the compliment,” You say while turning to give him a serious look, causing his cheeks to heat up before you stop in your tracks, Luke stopping also to see what’s up. “Why are you following me around, what do you want?” You question while looking him up and down, his usual pair of skinny jeans cling to his skin as a black and white striped shirt is loosely hanging off his shoulders.

And you know that you are coming off rude, it actually is surpising you on how much of a bitch that you’re acting towards him since you’re never like this towards Luke ever.

Luke has always been a sweet guy towards you after you became friends with him in French class, always telling you jokes when you look bored out of your mind or writing on your desk, you at sometimes, just to piss you off; but even whenever that happened you never acted like a bitch towards him and you never even thought the test would have this much of an impact on you.

“Oh, I saw your test and I was wondering if you wanted me to help you go over it with you.” Luke says while peeling his left hand away from his hips and rubbing behind his neck, looking at you with squinted eyes as you look back at him with a rised eyebrow, your left foot laced in your black Converse tapping the tiled floor as your other foot stayed planted to the ground.

“And why would I need your help?” You inquire, staring Luke down as he now stands in front of you with wide eyes and cheeks growing even deeper in colour.

“I was only suggesting because I heard you talking to Jocelyn about it and I thought I could help you, but it’s okay, I understand.” Luke says while nodding his head, his legs beginning to carry his body towards the flight of stairs. You know that your acting like a bitch and Luke is a really sweet guy, way too good for this world, way too good for you to be acting out on him for just a test that you failed on.

“Luke wait, yeah, can you go over it with me. Teach me where I went wrong.” You say while trailing down the first few steps to meet up with Luke, a surpise look in his eyes as he looks at you bewildered before answering.

“Uh, yeah, definitely.” Luke says, smiling at you with his gorgous smile before nodding his head proudly, making you laugh lightly before looking up at him through your lashes painted with mascara.

“So come to my house at seven! Sounds good?” You declare watching Luke nod his head before rocking on his heels.

“Seven o'clock, sounds great.”

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Hey, Mr. Hemmings?”

This is something I’ve wanted to write for a while.

requested: no

rating: M

warnings: dirty talk, smut, slight voyeurism, mutual masturbation, road head, oh jesus this is so smutty please forgive me

relationship: Luke/Y/N

word count: 1,720 (I got carried away) (also this is what I wrote this evening when I was supposed to be writing my final english paper, oops)

You loved your new teaching job. The kids were great, the school was close to home, and the people you worked with were all supportive and helpful as it was your first year of teaching after obtaining your certification from college. It was nearing the end of the year, and you’d spent the past 8 months getting closer and closer to the music appreciation teacher, Mr. Hemmings. He was the closest to you in age, fresh out of college like you. The strange thing about Mr. Hemmings was his Australian accent; you couldn’t understand why anyone would want to come to America to teach, and Luke was no exception. You were slightly blown away about how personable he was, and he was just an all around great guy. The kids were super excited when they went to his class, and they always came back singing songs he’d taught them from his “glory days” in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer or something like that. 

State testing was going on at the moment, and the kids were allowed more time in music classes, art classes, and gym class to relieve some energy from being kept in a room all day. You were glad when your students picked to go to Mr. Hemmings’ music class, because that meant you could go with them and talk to Luke, as he’d insisted you call him, as the kids banged on the various instruments he kept in his large classroom. You led your children in a quiet line down to Luke’s room, almost giddy with excitement to see Luke again. You’d only been able to interact with him briefly lately, and it hurt you to do so. You found Luke extremely attractive, and you hoped you hid that well. As one of your kids knocked on Luke’s door, you were met by him, his chest clad in a white button down, long legs covered by black dress pants. The top buttons had unbuttoned, unbeknownst to Luke, and his milky white chest was out for everyone to see, bordered by beautiful and delicate necklaces he always wore. Your kids excitedly ran into Luke’s room, all fighting over the various instruments, as you looked for a chair to sit down in and watch the chaos. The time in Luke’s room flew by and you didn’t have much of a chance to talk to him, much to your chagrin. Luke was looking particularly great today, and you could barely contain yourself. You wanted to talk to him for hours, just to hear the way words flowed out of his mouth with such grace. He had one of the most amazing speaking voices you’d ever heard and you wanted to hear it forever. Before you knew it, it was time to take your kids back to your room so they could pack their things to go home. When you announced it was time to leave Mr. Hemmings’ room, they all groaned, and you felt like groaning too. 

As you were making your way out the door, Luke caught your elbow and pulled you close to him to whisper in your ear.

“After you send your kids home, come back to my room. I have something I want to show you.” Luke dropped his left eye into a wink, sending your mind reeling. 

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Preference #74 : Riding his face - 4/4

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Rating : R; NSFW (Please don’t click ‘Read more’ if you don’t feel comfortable with this kind of pictures)

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The Rose's Secret (Sansa/Margaery)

Title: The Rose’s Secret
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Margaery/Sansa, Loras/Renly/Margaery, Sansa, Loras, Renly, mentions of other characters
Rating: Teen
Giftee: ghoulwiththedragontattooine
Author: thanekrrios
Prompt: Margaery/Sansa, that one text post AU where where Sansa married Loras and Margaery marries Renly, and Margaery and Loras high five on their way to switch bedrooms.
Summary: Sometimes the perfect opportunities fall right into your lap and you’d be a fool not to take advantage of it.

Sansa was nervous the entire time before the wedding to Loras Tyrell. Margaery had been talking to her lover beforehand about what would be required of her and how she should go about it, teaching her the best way to act like she was in love with her new husband and how happy she was to marry the man she wanted. Having been married herself she knew what to tell the younger woman. Sansa kept thanking her, but Margery would shush her with a kiss.

“Of course my love. We all want all of us to be happy.”

Yes. This whole arrangement was meant to benefit the four of them. Sansa, Margery, Loras and Renly. With Margaery and Renly already wed only Loras and Sansa needed to have a wedding. It was a frightening idea to Sansa for multiple reasons. Loras was not an unkind man and Sansa knew that marrying him would allow her to live a peaceful life. But she worried nonetheless about their plan being found out.

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Interruption|Mafia!Calum (Part 2)

“Calum every single time we go to these fucking functions you always ignore me, what gives you the right for you to demand me to speak about something that doesn’t even concern you? Just focus on your guns and drug dealings and forget about me.” You state, eyes flicking amongst every litted up apartment as you hear a deep groan escape Calum. 

Originally posted by angelofficals

 Words: 6.7k

Request: No

Rating: R

It felt good to finally be sleeping next to Calum again, normally you would wake up alone due to Calum heading to work early in the morning. Yesterday events had you smiling from ear to ear, just the memory of the both of you going at each other like wild animals until two o’clock in the morning had you clenching your thighs together before turning around in the king sized.

Your hands reached out to the warm body just next to you which landed on his tone stomach, an alluring smile tugged on your lips just when you peel your eyes open to see Calum setting up against the head board of the bed with a blunt in hand. You rolled your eyes before shifting around, your head now lying against his stomach and your hands wrapped around his waist.

“Do you have to be smoking so early in the morning?” You asked, head tilting to the side to stare at him adoration as he simply shrugs and smirks at you.

“Why not?” Calum says his index finger and thumb carrying the blunt towards his lips and sucking in the burnt plant.

“Well, don’t you have work? Shouldn’t you be there already?” You ask, eyebrows coming together as he just shakes his head at you, his fingers tugging the blunt away from his lips and you watch as the smoke trails out of his mouth.

“I got to get to work at eleven to organize some shit, because we have that banquet thing today.” He says, his caramel brown eyes that are now rimmed red staring at you intensely as your mouth shapes into an ‘O’ at the information about the banquet.

“Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that good thing you reminded me, would have missed the chance to wear my red dress.” You say with a smirk spreading on your lips. It was very rare for Calum and his ‘corruption’ to have one of these banquet meeting things because of them dealing with drugs and weapons and such but they always end up not getting arrested or anything spilling out so it turns out alright.

You knew that you were going to look absolutely delicious tonight, the red dress that you just newly bought fit your body like a glove, it showed just the right amount of skin that would of Calum drooling in just a second, you couldn’t wait to blow his mind and fuck his brains out.

“Mhm, I’m suppose to meet with some big people today baby so sorry if I barely see you tonight,” Calum muffles as he bends down to press a kiss on your forehead, causing your facial expression to grow sad at the statement but your body grow to love due to his action.

“Ugh, I barely get to see you anymore,” You groan while releasing your hands from around Calum’s waist, your nails digging into his hipbones as you begin to slightly tug down Calum’s fitted boxers as your eyes flick towards him. His eyes were staring down at you heavy lidded, his lips set in a smirk just as he raises the blunt to his lips. “This means I just have to savior moments like this.”

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anon ennotana request

this is the last one I’ll be posting today. Hopefully it won’t take me ten million years to finish the last few requests, haha..

after the third years leave, ennoshita is the captain and tanaka is the vice-captain and ace of the team. dorks with responsibilities oh hell no

rating: T (for language)
wordcount: ~ 3.9K
prompt: “I could… well, I mean… I could give you a massage?”

“Do you really have to get in so early?” Ennoshita demanded. Tanaka had been waiting for him, outside the club room, long before practice started – again.

Tanaka scowled at him. “Of course I do,” he replied. “I haven’t had a gym to practice in for weeks. I’m getting out of shape. I gotta work harder.”

“Work harder at the same time as everyone else,” Ennoshita said. “I can’t get up super early just to let you in.”

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