sweet talk on the spot

anonymous asked:

Good morning. I noticed that Harry's album was recorded with split audio - different audio in the left and right. Sorry, I don't know the technical term for it. I know this was very common in the 60s & 70s, so not surprising he would use the technique, but it it used commonly now it is this unique for the time? Thank you for your insight. 💖

Hi!

I haven’t had the chance to listen carefully with headphones, so I can’t tell you what I hear on specific songs, but here’s a brief answer, and I will come back again once I’ve heard the songs on headphones.

So, in audiophile terms (at least from my limited knowledge), the reason for splitting the sound between right and left is to image the sound.

High fidelity equipment, with high fidelity audio playback equipment, needs to have the proper room diffusing/ insulation and the proper speaker placements. When one plays the music recorded in a live venue, and with split audio, one can hear the music as if it’s being played in a three-dimensional space. The physics take a bit of time to explain, but it has to do with the pure diffusion of sound from dipole speakers and the way sound waves propagate and cancel each other out in an insulated space. When you go to concert halls and see baffles hung from the ceiling or walls, they are diffusing the sound.

You can actually hear where each musician is standing in the room, like ghost images. Harry in front, guitarist to the right, drummer in back and so forth.

It’s actually eerie to hear music played back like that– like you are in the room with the musicians. It’s a sound hologram– almost as if you can touch them.

Pop is almost NEVER recorded like this. First, the voices are often recorded on a separate track, tuned and then mixed back with the instrumentals. Second, pop uses a lot of electronic effects that are not recorded acoustically but are produced digitally. EDM is almost all digital sound effects. Digitally recorded sound are not placeable, because it isn’t mic’d and doesn’t obey the physics of sound. Listen to any 1980’s Madonna recording and you’ll hear how flat it is.

Jazz is almost always recorded like this. Jazz is recorded as an acoustic ensemble with usually two or three microphones, and imaging can be amazing.

Imaging is best with music that uses little electronic processing– songs with acoustic guitars will image better than songs with electric guitars, for instance.

To get the best sound, you want the best recording medium.

Audiophiles argue, but it’s now agreed that SACDs (high memory capacity CDs) have the same ability to capture high fidelity sound as vinyl. But for decades, vinyl was the medium of choice because most CDs compressed sound (to fit data onto discs). There’s also something about vinyl sound that is warmer and rounder than digital sound, although I’ve done a few blinded hearing tests with high fidelity equipment that showed no difference to me.

If you have the luxury of a high fidelity system, play your vinyl record, and then find the sweet spot to sit and listen (usually in a room, there is only one sweet spot). Again, this is my limited experience.

One way you can do this is to bring your CD or vinyl to a store that sells hi fi equipment– find a store in a big city that has an insulated auditioning room with speakers that cost $10,000 per pair and up. That’s the kind of snobby, esoteric store you want. They will have a system that costs over $50k, and then you can ask to pop in your Pink Album (these stores sell $3k CD players and turntables with cartridges that cost more than $3k, so your CD or vinyl will be well cared for). These rooms sound as if you’re dead, because you literally cannot hear any echoes. The sales people are usually pretty nice. Ask to sit or stand in the sweet spot; they’ll know what you’re talking about. Then enjoy to your heart’s content. You might have the perfect listening experience, Harry and his band playing for you in a private performance, close enough to touch.

Addendum: I will add if I hear specific details about the songs. A friend told me that “From the Dining Table” has Harry singing from two different locations, right and left. I’ll have to listen for the artistic reason for this choice. Thanks.

tattebayo  asked:

As far as I know there are a lot of cases where a new born baby is left behind and even as they are feed every hour or so they die because nobody actually loves them and nobody shows them affection. So what if fushimi actually had a nanny (as a baby) that cared about him but then niki didn't like that or something. And then maybe the nanny and saru meet each other post ROK.

Aw, I like this, baby Saru deserves at least someone who gives him love. So maybe after Fushimi’s born Kisa makes it pretty clear that she has no interest in mothering him, like she takes the absolute minimum maternity leave she can, as soon as it’s clear that her health is good enough to go back to work and the child doesn’t explicitly need her care she’s out. Of course she’s not going to let the kid just die though (that would be a scandal her career might not recover from, after all) and she doesn’t want to leave him with Niki because Niki would probably kill a pet rock. She decides to hire a nanny to watch the child until he’s old enough that she can be reasonably certain Niki won’t kill him on accident. Money is no object of course so she has someone at her company research the best local nannies, in the end she hires this one who isn’t too expensive but is widely considered to be one of the best. The nanny is very thankful to have been hired by such a rich family, like Kisa’s paying triple what the nanny’s normal jobs would and the nanny pretty much has run of the house while no one’s home. The nanny does feel a bit concerned though when she starts because she expected, with Kisa paying so much and apparently having been so keen on getting only the best, that Fushimi would be an extremely loved and doted on baby and instead Kisa pretty much shoves the kid at her like please take this thing off my hands thanks.

Nanny is of course immediately taken with Fushimi, who is a cute grumpy baby with big blue eyes and the cutest face and she just wants to hug him and spoil him forever. Baby Fushimi is fussy but he’s also really sweet and when he laughs and smiles the nanny’s heart just melts, she loves him so much. Maybe she gets to stay with him for a while before everything goes bad, like she’s there when he takes his first steps and says his first word (‘monkey,’ one day after Niki showed up unexpectedly to see if his kid was still alive) and she helps potty train him and basically slowly falls in love with this cute sweet kid. She sees him a little less once he’s not a baby anymore and maybe that’s what starts to make her a little uncomfortable, like Fushimi is spending more time that he should theoretically be with his parents but the nanny never sees Kisa there when she leaves the house and little Saruhiko seems to shrink back whenever Niki appears. She’s really starting to worry because she thinks that Fushimi is a sweet quiet child and seeing these little stirrings of fear and misery in his eyes every time she leaves makes her worried.

Then maybe one day Niki shows up while the nanny’s there and he sees for himself how attached his little monkey is to the nanny. Naturally Niki can’t have that, Saruhiko’s much cuter when he cries after all and he wants to make sure his son realizes early that anything he gets attached to can be destroyed by Niki. Maybe Niki plays some really awful prank on the nanny too, like he ‘accidentally’ causes her to fall off the balcony at the top of stairs and she ends up in the hospital and it’s considered lucky she lived at all. The nanny knows that Niki was the perpetrator but of course the whole thing has been covered up before she even gets out of the hospital and it’s considered an accident due to her own negligence, maybe Kisa even shows up (having no idea that Niki was the cause) and tells the nanny that she’s lucky Kisa isn’t pressing charges for endangering Saruhiko. The nanny is all devastated because she knows she’s probably leaving little Fushimi to something terrible but she’s too traumatized and terrified of Niki to try to go back to that house ever again.

So then years later post-ROK the nanny is still working as a nanny and she’s never really forgotten that sweet sad little child she had to leave behind, not being able to see Fushimi again has been one of her biggest regrets ever since. She’s working for some other rich family taking care of their kids when she and the children get caught up in like a hostage situation involving some of the Strains still running around. They get saved by Scepter 4 and in the aftermath she’s calming down the frightened kids when she hears someone yell for a 'Saruhiko.’ The name immediately brings back memories and she looks over to where this red haired kid who showed up midway through the rescue mission to help is running up to talk to this young man with striking blue eyes and glasses. The nanny tells herself that there’s no way, it’s not like that’s an entirely uncommon name, and that’s when one of the random Scepter 4 guys also walks up to the blue-eyed man and calls him 'Fushimi-san.’ The nanny immediately feels this rush of relief and as Fushimi walks by to check out some aspect of the crime scene she calls to him. Fushimi looks up at her blankly, asking if she knows him, and the nanny smiles sadly as she says she’s supposes he wouldn’t recognize her after all this time. Maybe she like starts to sing some small made-up lullaby that she used to sing to baby Saruhiko and Fushimi’s breath just catches because he’d repressed a lot of those good memories, say he saw what Niki did to the nanny and the last time he saw her she was lying injured at the bottom of the stairs and poor tiny Fushimi was traumatized thinking that the nanny had been killed because of him. But now all the memories come rushing back and he just falls to his knees and quietly says like this cute pet name that he used to refer to the nanny as and she smiles and gives him this warm hug, saying that she’s so glad that he’s grown up so well.

Thor- “Fine work on the battlefield today, brother.”

Loki- “Thank you. And your decapitation of that giant was most impressive.”

Thor- “Ah, yes. Not every head comes off so smoothly but when it hits that sweet spot it is truly a splendid feeling.”

Agardian Water Cooler Talk

Namjoon Fluff

Originally posted by jiminrolls


Word Count: 1240

Genre: fluff…. slight angst?

Warnings: None

Pairing: Namjoon x reader


It wasn’t unusual for You and Namjoon to wake up in a tangled mess of arms and legs when you’ve both slept in separate houses the night before just because Namjoon’s own bed sheets won’t substitute for Your warmth. It wasn’t unusual for You to wake up frustrated to Namjoon’s ear deafening snoring to hit the back of his head with a pillow and fall back asleep with his hand rubbing your back apologetically. It wasn’t unusual for You to wake up to the highest volume of some science channel because Namjoon wasn’t satisfied with the amount of information his brain has already consumed. What was unusual though, was for You to wake up at 4 P.M. to a silent Namjoon sitting on the desk chair placed to your bed’s left side, staring into nothing. Your eyebrows met in the middle as you watched him silently. Namjoon hadn’t slept over, nor did You recall waking up to him snuggling close to you at 3 A.M. His hair was a mess due to the countless times he’d pulled at it with slim fingers. Traces of smeared dirt covered a fair amount of his cheeks. Black circles surrounded his eyes. Head thrown back with his eyes closed. To say he looked exhausted would be an understatement. His usual dimpled smile was replaced with a thin lipped frown.

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“Kiss Me” Benny The Jet Imagine

Request: “ Can I request a Benny Rodriguez (the sandlot) imagine where you’re dating Benny and Smalls is your little sister and all the other guys think you’re really hot and they tease Benny when they see a hickey on your neck? Thanks love!!”

Word Count: 942

Warnings: None

A/N: I changed it up a bit. I hope you still like it!


The yelling of baseball terms filled my ears as I entered the sandlot to grab my brother, Scotty “Smalls”. He neglected to do some of his chores before leaving to go play baseball with all these dweebs. I scan the field until I spot my brother, my twin brother. He may be older than me by a minute and twelve seconds, but I’m a lot more mature and responsible compared to him. My eyes locked on my brother.

“SCOTTY!” I yelled at the top of my lungs

Everyone jumped and looked towards me, they stared like they’ve never seen a girl before. I’ve never been here when people were actually playing, and I’ve never met these kids before. They huddled together while I just stared at them and crossed my arms against my chest. They kept looking up at me, it was kind of creeping me out.

“MOM IS MAD AT YOU. IF YOU DON’T COME OVER NOW I WILL COME OVER THERE AND DRAG YOU MYSELF.” I yelled once again at the group of boys.

My brothers starts to jog toward me and I start heading towards home again.

“Why is mom mad at me?” He questioned as he tilted his head

“You forgot to put the dishes away, put the towels back, and grab your laundry.” 

We got to the house and Scotty wanted to say something but then continued to avoid the subject.

I was in bed in my pajamas reading a magazine when I heard a knock on my door.

“Who is it?”

“Scotty…”

“Come in.” I said as I sat up and put the magazine down.

He closed my door and pulled up a chair next to my bed.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“This is gonna be weird…” He said as he started trailing off.

“Just spit it out.”

“Me and the boys were talking.. actually, they were just asking me about you…’

“And…?”

“They think you’re hot…and they want you to come to the sandlot tomorrow…” He said as he started to rub the back of his neck.”

“Yeah….. I’ll come. But this was a very weird way of asking me.” I chuckled.

He left my room and I turned off my lamp and fell asleep.

*The next day*

We ate breakfast, did our chores, then headed to the sandlot. We talked about how all his friends thought I was hot.

“Did you explain that we’re twins?” I said as a chuckle escaped my lips.

“Nope, you called me over before I could even mention it.”

We laughed about this whole ordeal all the way to the sandlot. Everyone was already huddled up. Scotty made his way to his friends and I made my way to the sidelines. I watched their game as each of them tried their hardest to flirt and impress me.

Minutes and then hours went by. Eventually the baseball game came to an end and we all made our way to the best pizzeria in town.

They were all flirting with me the entire way there, except Benny. Come to think of it, he hasn’t said a word to me all day.

We ordered our pizza and the one vital question popped up.

“So, Y/N. How much older than Smalls are you?” Ham asked.

Scotty and I looked at each other and gulped.

“Actually…” I cleared my throat. “He’s older than me… by one minute and twelve seconds… Scotty and I are twins…”

Everyone’s jaws dropped, except Benny’s, he just clenched his jaw. Scotty and I shot each other a look that was worth more than a thousand words.

No one knew how to react. Everyone was confused.

Squints was the first one to break the silence.

“So, Y/N, how is hot babe like you the younger twin of a dweeb like that?”

This set off a whole conversation of being a twin that my brother and I were not expecting.

We ate delicious pizza and discussed love life, twin life, and summer plans.

The sun was just about to kiss the horizon and we all decided to go home. Benny and I stayed behind to clean up our stall a tad bit.

“You didn’t talk much, if at all today.” I said as we left the shop.

Still, nothing.

We made our way onto the stone bridge separating our part of town from main street.

I leaned against the rail of the bridge.

“What do I need to do get you to talk?’

“Kiss me.” He finally said.

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

I leaned in and our lips touched. My heart fluttered with content. New sensations danced around my body.

Benny’s lips trailed to my neck, eventually finding my sweet spot. 

After what seemed like hours, we talked about our life as we walked to our houses. He liked me and I liked him.

I went to bed one happy girl that night.

*Next day*

I woke up at noon. panicking until I remembered that my parents went on a lunch date and Scotty and his friends went to the pool.

I’m not much of a swimmer so I ate lunch and walked all the way down to the town pool.

I enter through the dressing room and I look at the mirror and see three hickies on my neck.

“Well damn…” I thought to myself.

I make my way to my brother and his friends and before I could even announce my presence, Squints made an announcement.

“Damn Y/N who sucked your neck?”

Both Benny and I blushed heavily and the boys started hollering and teasing us for what seemed like hours.

Man, this was going to be a long summer.


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Don’t Tell Nobody ((Brett))

Originally posted by inter-somniac

Only requested twice, @plantyourtrees–watchthemgrow@kendrababe14​, here is what would happen had you chose Brett.

Part One

Song inspo: Don’t tell nobody by Tink ft Jeremih

I’m sick of this keep it on the DL shit
You say you with the bros when you out with a bitch
You say you at the crib when you leaving her place
I pull up to ya crib and you lie to my face
He like “baby you my all and all
I was in the bathroom when I missed ya call”
Nah you was in the backseat sweating like a athlete
Doing everything that you said you wouldn’t
But I ain’t gon’ trip on a weak ass n***a
I'ma just find me a n***a much bigger
I'ma just do the same shit that you do when I’m not up in the room


You chose to leave with Brett

You wiped the tears on your cheeks away and ran downstairs.  
Brett was talking to some guys and smiled as if he knew you were coming over to him.  
You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside the lake house.  
No one, surprisingly, was out by the lake.  
You stopped under a tree and looked at Brett.

Brett: I take it you found Liam
Y/N: Can you really do it?  
Brett: Do what?  
Y/N: You said to pick the place, so can you make me feel better than I ever have?  
Brett: Sweetheart, I can do just more than that  
Y/N: Good  

You take off your shirt and pull down your shorts, leaving you in nothing but your black laced bra, matching underwear, and lace booties.  

Brett: You have no idea how bad you frustrated me tonight

He pulled his shirt over his head then pulled you close so the two of you were in kissable distance.  

Brett: The way your ass jiggled in those tiny shorts, I’m actually surprised they didn’t eat them

He slid his hands down the curve of your back and gripped both cheeks in a sensual way.  

Brett: I feel like you were teasing me for the hell of it
Y/N: Maybe I was
Brett: I like a catch

Brett lifted me off the ground so that I was level enough with him.  
I wrapped my legs around his waist and I had my arms wrapped around his neck so I could keep myself balanced.  
He dived for my neck, leaving all sorts of hickeys to show Liam I wasn’t his anymore.
He licked a line along my neck then kissed my ear.  
“You don’t need him, Y/N, he doesn’t deserve you”

You opened your mouth to talk but Brett found your sweet spot and instead of words, you let out a soft moan.  
Since he was so tall, your chest was in perfect distance of grabbing.  
He unhooked your bra and took your nipple into his mouth.  
You let out another moan when he started to grind it in between his teeth.
This boy was going to drive you crazy.  
Everything he did made you horny and it made you crave for more.  
When he was done with both nipples he left them alone to graze along your collarbone then bit down making you gasp.  
You’ve never been bitten before but you liked the feeling.  
Taking it as a cue, Brett did the same to the other one, but applied a little more pressure.  
The pain was a nice mix with the pleasure that dripped between your legs.  
“You like this don’t you? I never knew you were kinky”
You moaned again and made him look into your eyes.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Talbot”
Brett raised an eyebrow and laughed.  
“You’re such a mystery”

He laid you down on the clothes that was tossed onto the ground and peppered your body with small kisses.  
He hooked his fingers into your underwear and ripped it off.
You could feel the hot breath from Brett’s mouth against your heat.  
The sudden heat battling against the cool breeze burned your skin, branding you with unfaltering desire.  
His tongue made you arch off the ground, pushing you closer to his face.
With one hand, he pushed you back to the ground and held you in place.  
For some reason, the act of doing this with Liam’s arch nemesis, was like a secret heaven;  your forbidden fruit.  
The moans that escaped your lips fueled his desire, every sound that escaped your lips, made the bulge in his pants bigger.  
He was going to make you forget that you ever had a boyfriend.  
Forget what he did to you.  
He would do it all with his touch, his sinful tongue, the rock in his jeans, and his moss green eyes.  

You felt a knot forming in your stomach as you neared towards your release.  
Just before you almost had a taste of pure ecstasy, Brett bit down on your thigh, forcing you to shudder in excitement.  
Your chest rose heavily as you tried to catch your breath.  
He didn’t stop.  
He moved on to your other thigh and bit down even harder.  
You cried out in pain while he shoved two fingers inside of you.
You couldn’t tell the difference anymore.  
What was pain and what was pleasure?  
In no time, you were back on the edge again.  
His fingers wasn’t enough.  

“Brett please”
He stopped his movements and pulled his fingers out you.  
The absence of touch was enough to drive you insane.  
Your heat throbbed as if it had its own heartbeat.
His eyes locked on yours and he moved in-between your legs.  
“What is it that you need sweetheart? ”
Brett knew what you wanted, but he wanted you to beg for it.
He wanted you to need this just as much as he needed it.  
“Tell me, what is it that you’re hungry for? Just say the words”
You tried to so hard to fight the moans building up in your throat.  

In a hoarse, raw voice you said “I need you Brett. Please, I need all of you”
Just the sound of your voice was enough for him to explode.  
Not being able to hold back his wolf, he closed his eyes so you wouldn’t see the gold in his irises.  
Brett unbuckled his pants and fished for a condom in his jeans.  
When he looked back at you, he let out a groan.
To him you looked like a goddess.  
Your messy hair, flushed face, your chest rising up and down, and the face you made when you whined for him to come back.  
Your lips taunted him.  
It was the only place he didn’t kiss.  
He leaned down to graze his lips against yours.  
His breath made you shiver.  
He was loving this.  
He loved the way he made you crumble.  
His lips grabbed onto yours and your insides began to tingle.  
It distracted you from him entering you with a single thrust.  

You broke the kiss by throwing your head back, letting out a loud moan, he kissed along your jawline while waiting for you to adjust.  
You bucked your hips forward motioning for him to move.  
He kept going slow and you knew what he wanted you to do.  
He wanted you to beg.  
“Brett go faster”
He smirked and held your hips.  
“You can do a little better than that”
Brett was hoping you would hurry up and beg because even going at such at slow pace was killing him too.  
To motivate you he ran a thumb over your clit.  
You felt like you would impolode so you finally gave in.  
“Brett just fuck me already!”
He gave you a smirk and stopped completely.  
He prided in making you go crazy.  
Just as you were about to yell at him, he thrusted his hips forward with so much force, you thought you were going to climax right there.  

You screamed out his name as he pounded into you like no tomorrow.  
So many things were happening at once that you couldn’t even focus.  
Your moans and Brett’s moans turned into a song.  
The flow was perfect and intrinsic.  
Brett lowered his mouth next to your ear and spoke dangerously low
“Louder. Let that fucker know how good you feel without him”
You complied without effort.  
Brett bit down on your sweet spot and that was your breaking point.  
You screamed as you came harder than you ever did with Liam.
Not soon after that, Brett let out a growl as he came too.  
He hid his face in the crook of your neck, so you wouldn’t see his gold eyes.  

The two of you gathered your clothes and put them back on.  
Brett held the condom in his hand for some odd reason that you couldn’t figure out.  


Brett: Feel good?  
Y/N: Good? That’s a bit of an understatement  
Brett: *chuckles* I said I’d explain about you being Liam’s anchor right?  
Y/N: Yeah, what is that?  
Brett: Your ex will show you


You tilted your head then heard Brett’s name being yelled from the Lake house.  
Liam ran full speed towards you guys.
His hair was tousled and his eyes were wide.  
Liam’s eyes scanned your body then looked at Brett.  
His eyes turned gold, he had fangs, and long claws.  
A werewolf?  
Really?  
I was dating a werewolf?  
How cliché.  
Liam’s chest rose up and down very quickly like he couldn’t breathe.  
“Did you just fuck my girlfriend?! ”
Brett looked from side to side then threw the condom at Liam’s feet, spilling some of its contents onto his shoes.
“Does that answer your question? ”
Liam looked down then growled at him really loud.  
He looked as if he was going to pounce on him.  
Brett just yawned and had that sexy smirk of his planted on his face.  
You didn’t know what to do so you jumped in front Brett with no fear instilled in you.  
You channeled all that sadness and got mad.  
Surprising both, Brett and Liam, you pushed him back, making him stumble back one step.  


Y/N: Enough!  
Liam: Y/N?
Y/N: Don’t get mad at Brett for trying to help me forget about you. To forget about what you did to me
Liam: What are you talking about?  
Y/N: Did she make you feel good Liam? How did your dick feel when you fucked Hayden from behind?  

Liam changes back and stutters over his words.  
You never cursed like that or talked dirty.  
He honestly felt a little scared.  

Liam: Babe,  I can explain –
Y/N: *lets out a loud laugh* Babe? Did you seriously just call me that?  
Liam: I-I just, you, uh
Y/N: I just fucked Brett and we’re going back to my house so we can do it three more times. You’re dead to me, you piece of furry shit  

Brett held your hand and tugged you towards his car.  
The two of you interlocked fingers until he got to your house.  
You guys sat in the driveway and sat in silence.  
“Y/N?”
You turned to look at him and gave him a half smile.  
“Don’t do that to yourself, don’t lie. It’s okay to cry you know”
His sincerity made your heart crumble.  
Liam very well may have been the first boy you loved and he yanked out your heart like it was nothing.  
Without knowing it, tears streamed down your face.  
Brett got out and carried you to the front door,  up the stairs, and laid you on your bed.  
The two of you laid in bed, with your head in his chest, crying your eyes out.  
Brett rubbed your back so you knew that he cared.  
“You’re gonna get through this, I promise”

Your tears halted and you wiped them away.  
You looked up at Brett and kissed his lips tenderly. He kissed you back ensuring the promise he just made.
You moaned against his lips making him groan.  
He pulled back to look at you.  
“I haven’t been honest with you, I knew you were coming downstairs to me, I know how fast your heart beats whenever I’m near, and I knew Liam was coming”
You didn’t quite understand until he sighed and revealed to you his golden eyes.  
He was a werewolf too.  
“I don’t care, Brett”
You straddled his hips and kissed him with more passion than you did all night.  
Brett pressed his lips against yours with equal force.  
In a swift motion you unbuckled his belt and whipped out his member.  

“Wait, I don’t have a cond–”
“Didn’t I say I need all of you?”

You pushed aside your hem shorts and eased yourself down on his length.  
You both moaned in response.
You placed your hands on his chest and lifted yourself, then back down.  
You kept up with the pace then changed it up by riding him in a circular motion.
This was more than just sex.  
It was pure intimacy.  
To increase your speed, the two of you locked hands and then you started to bounce up and down.  
Your moans were in sync, slowly building to a crescendo.  
When it got too much for you,  Brett moved his hips against you so you could keep going.  
You clenched around him and came.  
Despite how sensitive you were, you kept going, you didn’t know what was going on.  
You kept coming, one after the other.  
The last one was so powerful that it forced Brett to cum too, spilling himself into you.  
You collapsed on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you.  

“I am so infatuated with you, Y/N”
“You better be”

Brett laughed and kissed you on your forehead.  
This was a start of a new chapter.  



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Filling the Hole

Requested: “Carl imagine where his long term girlfriend dies, he uses the reader as a rebound, she falls in love with him, but she breaks down, confronts him because she knows he has no feelings towards her and that she’ll never be the same as his girlfriend”

Word Count: 1,165

Warning(s): angst, some smut

tagging: @sniper-knight

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It had been a couple of months since the incident with Enid. Her, Carl and you had decided to sneak over the wall just to have a little trip and it all went downhill pretty quick.

Enid was leaning against a tree when out of nowhere a walker came from behind her and bit through her neck. There was no way to save her from this, so Carl did what any boyfriend would do to put their girlfriend out of misery and shot her.

The first couple weeks after that, Carl was an absolute wreck. He stayed in alone in his room, getting angry at himself for not protecting Enid. It wasn’t his fault, nothing could’ve helped.

Now, that time has gone by, it seemed like everything had changed. Carl and you were a “thing” and he seemed to be doing a lot better, or so you thought at least.

When you and first arrived at Alexandria with him and the others, you had a huge crush on him. You thought that now that you were in a somewhat safe place, you might just have a chance with him, but then Enid came running along.

You had to admit, you were envious of her. She had Carl and you had nothing. But now since she was gone, god rest her soul, you had what you wanted and he seemed just as happy as you did.

Currently, you were talking with Maggie, she had basically became your mother after you lost yours. You were having a good conversation when she brought something up.

“(Y/N), do you think Carl is actually over Enid?” Maggie looked over her should at you as she was cooking.

You were taken back by her question, wondering why on earth she would ask.

You started picking at your nails, a nervous tick of yours. “He seems like it, why do you ask?”

Maggie shrugged her shoulders and turned away from you. “It’s nothing, I’ve just heard some things.”

You looked at her confused, but you were too scared to keep prying. Of course you wanted to know what things she heard, but you knew that you would probably not like the answer, so you just let it go.

The others started to walk in the house and get themselves ready for dinner that you helped prepare with Maggie. Carl was the last to walk in, quickly finding a seat next to you.

Everyone quickly began to eat and join in a conversation. You were all one big happy family and you were thankful.

You were laughing at a joke Abraham had told when you felt a hand creep up your thigh. Before even looking at whose hand it was, you already knew just by the touch that it was Carl. He had rough, but yet soft hands that you could recognize anywhere.

Carl’s hand kept rubbing, but you pushed it away before it could get to far up your thigh. This wasn’t knew with Carl. He was very touchy with you, no matter what the two of you were doing.

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After you had cleaned up the mess from dinner you made your way up to your bedroom only to find Carl sitting on your bed.

“I’m glad your here, Carl, I wanted to ask you something.” You said as you sat beside him.

He brushed your hair away from your neck and started to kiss slowly, “what do you want to ask me?”

You tried your best to ignore the feeling in the pit of your stomach you got from him kissing your neck, but you had to admit it was hard.

“Do you still miss Enid? Maggie said she heard some things and it’s okay to miss her.. I just wanna know what Maggie heard.” Once again, you started to pick at your nails.

Carl pulled away from your neck and looked at you, annoyed. “I have told you countless times, (Y/N). Do not bring her up.”

He was right, when you to first started to get together, he had asked you nicely not to bring her up. You asked about her again a couple of other times and he was annoyed with you every time her name came out of your mouth. You weren’t doing it on purpose, you just wanted to know some things.

Carl could tell that you felt bad for bringing Enid up again, so he started to kiss you. At first he was soft, letting your lips fall together in sync. After awhile, he took over. Smashing his lips against yours and being a little more rougher.

You started to moan as he lightly bit at your bottom lip. You still wanted answers, but you could resist the way Carl made your body feel. He made you feel on fire with his touch and you loved every bit of it.

Soon, both of your clothes were laying on the floor and your bodies were pressed against each other. Carl was on top, doing all the work while you were taking him in. You loved him so much and having him be with you in every possible way took your breath away.

Even though Carl didn’t have a lot of experience in bed, he still knew how to make you feel good. The way he would gyrate his hips just to hit your sweet spot, or the dirty talk he would whisper in your ear as he was bringing you to the edge. In your eyes, it was a beautiful interaction and you couldn’t get enough of it.

As the two of you came down from your highs and carl laid next to you, your mind couldn’t help but go back to the question you had asked him earlier. Carl had seemed so defensive and you really wanted to know what the big deal was.

You rolled over, letting your hand rest against his bare chest, “I know you told me not to, but I really want to know, Carl. What are these things Maggie has been hearing.”

Carl rolled his eyes at your and sat up. “You really want to know, (Y/N)? You want to know what all this is.”

You nodded you hear reluctantly. As much as you didn’t want to hear what was going to come out of his mouth, you had to.

He laughed and began to get dressed. “You’re nice and all, but you’re just not her, you aren’t Enid. The only reason I was with you was to fill the hole in my heart. You’re nothing more than a band-aid, honestly.”

With that being said, he made his way over to your bedroom door, but stopped to look back at you, “you don’t even compare to Enid. Stop trying.”

Carl left you, laying there alone and in tears. You may be a little young, but you loved that boy and he just shattered your heart into pieces, but he didn’t care. Like he said, you are just some little band-aid.

Originally posted by carl-grimes-twd

I actually really like how Lincoln is shown to be one of the weakest siblings, physically speaking. That just because he’s the boy of the group he’s not immediately the strongest, especially since he has multiple older siblings who should be more than able to take him down.

I also love how all the sisters are tough; from the tomboy Lana to her more girly sister, Lola. The oldest, Lori, can be taken down by the younger but more active sister, Lynn. Even Lisa, the family genius, has no fear of lifting up her fists where it’s due. 

I love how all of them, not just Lincoln, the only boy, can get carried away when they’re fighting.

I love that they can take each other out, simply because they know each other’s weak spots. And they go for the hair and eyes, not just the face and gut, like most shows do.

I just love this episode way too much.

(Also, as they’re stampeding through the halls, you can hear one of them scream “Fight me to the (death)!” I think it’s Lola or Lana. It’s beautiful, either way.)

Vampire! Ashton

Words: 2.1K

Warning: Thigh riding and squirting! + smut!

Summary: Y/N is just a normal school girl who gets caught in some trouble with a Vampire and Ashton saves her even know she doesn’t know it he is also a vampire.

Michael Calum Luke

Ashton Irwin. He was by far the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. His sandy hair tied back in a bandana and him smiling his dimples on show. He went to my school and was that boy that all the girls wanted to be with Including me. School had finished and today I had made myself a fool in front of Ashton at least twice. I always seemed to do that when he was around.

I was currently leant against the wall of the cafe intaking all the beautiful surrounding of the woods. I took out my camera taking a photo of the green trees against the bright blue sky. I always wondered what was in those woods, they’re so beautiful and nicely kept, I always see a few children walk into them woods but they don’t seem to come out till morning. 

“Hi there” I heard a voice say, I turned round at the stranger who was tanned with dark hair. I ignored him and looked at my phone.

“It’s not nice to ignore someone, sweetheart” I still ignore him not wanting to be involved with socialisation. He walked over to me glaring as I looked away. He grabbed my chin and titled it upwards, his eyes were red.

“Please get off me” I whined, reaching for his hand but he kept it there. I looked at him confused, but he was looking over my neck, his thumb rubbing circles over my sweet spot.

“Usually I like to talk to my food before I suck them dry”

“You’re a cannabal?” I stuttered as his hand wrapped tightly around my neck. 

“No sweetheart, I’m a Vampire” He laughed. He reached down as I squirmed but he wasn’t giving in, his sharp teeth sunk into my skin. I screamed out trying to shove the figure off me but he was to strong. His teeth were dug into my skin causing a sharp pain.

“Help” I screamed, his hand came to my mouth covering it as I felt him suck harshly, I could feel my body getting weaker. Before I knew it someone had pushed the man to the ground and I fell to my knees clutching my neck. 

“Are you ok?” the girl asked, I was about to answer before the man had hit her again. I cried as she got into a fight with the so called vampire. I shut my eyes gently, clutching onto my neck, only to be awoken by Ashton. I fluttered my eyes open waking up leant against the restaurant door. The man from earlier wasn’t there no more and Ashton was sat in front of me. 

“Hey Y/N” He whispered, I took a deep breath and lunged forward into his arms. 

“Ashton he bit me, he was a vampire and he bit me, I’m going to die” I cried into his shirt, Ashton rubbed my back a couple of times before he peeled me off his chest. He wiped my eyes and leant forward. 

“Y/N I can help you” he whispered 

“H-how?” I mumbled, he smiled showing off his fangs, they were pearly white and sharper then the rest. I looked up at him wide eyed and he awkwardly smiled. 

“You’re a vampire?” I whimpered clutching hold of my neck

“Yes and he’s bitten you Y/N if I don’t help you you’ll die, I don’t want that” He whispered stroking over my neck.

“I don’t want to die” I cried.

“You have to trust me”

“Ok” he leant forward and ducted his head into my neck where the other vampires fangs were currently but instead the soft feeling of Ashton’s lips were on my neck, his fangs dug into my neck and he sucked out the poison. I felt so weak as I clenched onto his shirt. He lifted his head back up spitting the poison onto the floor. He raised his arm biting into it and pushed it in front of my mouth.

“Drink” 

“I’m not drinking that” I whined feeling my eyes grown heavy. 

“Y/N please suck” I looked at him weakly grabbing his arm. I sucked onto his arm tasting the metallic taste of blood.

“One last thing Y/N” 

“What?” I asked, he stroked over my face and leant towards my lips, he kissed me and I felt my neck start to tingle. The blood through my body started to rapidly swirl around my body and my heart was beating a thousand times. I kissed him back but as soon as I closed my eyes I felt my eyes grow heavy and I had to lean onto him.


I sat up feeling more alive then ever. I bounced up smiling and Ashton was looking at me sceptically. I flung my hair over my shoulder and bit my lip as Ashton stood up, dusting off his jeans.

“What?” I giggled. He just shook his head laughing and wrapped his arms around me. For some reason I felt a massive bond between me and Ashton and I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my hands through his hair. I felt a sudden urge to kiss him, but I decided against it.

“Why do I feel so connected to you?” I asked

“We each drank each others blood and then swapped saliva, we’re bound to have a bond”

“Good, I couldn’t imagine it with anyone else” I smiled as so did he, he blushed hiding his face in my shoulder and kissed over it. I kissed over his neck sucking onto his sweet spot without digging my fangs into his skin. He let out a moan and grabbed a hold of my hand.

“Lets go back to my house” He said pulling me towards the forest. I obliged as we got further and further into the woods. I suddenly began to see houses and little children playing, with skipping ropes and hula hoop, just like a small village of people.

“How come humans don’t see these houses?”

“We have different visions to humans” Ash said. We walked over to a bunch of people as they all turned and looked at me.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Michael, Luke and Calum is the one who tried to kill you” Ashton glared at Calum as he laughed walking over to me. 

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t realise you were the girl Ashton has been fawning about” he mumbled 

“It’s ok, the girl with you was she ok?” I asked

“No a prisoner, that I should be getting back too” 

“Oh” I said hugging into Ashton “Is he going to hurt her?” I asked Ashton, he nodded his head. 

“You’ll get used to it” he sighed.

“So Y/N, you and Ashton huh?” The blonde one said. I just laughed looking up at Ashton.

“We’re bonded” Ashton smirked

“Nice” the one with red hair said, placing out his hand to high five. Ashton did as so and high fived him, I rolled my eyes.

“You’ve been fawning over me?” I raised an eyebrow at Ashton. He just laughed as he took me over to his forest home. His home was one of the biggest ones in the whole vampire camp, it was made of wood which was a nice light brown colour. Ashton opened the door, I looked around the house it was dark and covered in photos of Ashton and his younger siblings. He took me up to his room and sat down on the bed, I really wanted to kiss him and mark him as mine.

“Then do it” he growled. I looked at him and sauntered over, I kissed him passionately digging my nails at the back of his head and climbing onto him, well his thigh. I pushed harder into him, licking my tongue over his lips and stroking over his tongue. He licked over my new fangs and moaned into my mouth. 

I grinded onto his thigh as his hand came around to my back. He pulled my shirt up and over my boobs. He stopped kissing me and sucked on my boobs, he made a small purple hickey as he lifted the rest of my top off. He licked over the purple mark and kissed back up my chest. He reached around my body with his soft hands and he unclasped it. I grinded into his thigh as I reached down for his shirt. I quickly pulled it off and went straight to his neck. I sucked onto his sweet spot and thrusted my hips on his thigh. He gently pushed me off his thigh so I was standing up. He pulled me towards him by my belt loops and kissed the spot just above my trouser line. He un-buttoned my blue jeans and pulled them down my leg’s. I took them of my feet and swayed my hips taking off my panties.

I went to push him on his back but he stopped me. “Ah ah” he gestured, moving my leg onto his thigh. “I liked watching you grind on it” 

I smirked and grinded my bare core onto his denim clad thighs. I let out a moan feeling my clit rub against him. Ashton’s hand came up to my breasts and rolling them in his hand. I clenched my legs around his thigh rotating my pussy on his leg.

“Feels good Ash” I whined grabbing a hold of Ashton’s shoulders, he tweaked my nipples in his hand and licked over one, swirling it around in his mouth. He let it go, a string of saliva attached to my now erect nipple. I sat up slightly on Ashton’s leg, looking at the small wet patch that had formed. Ashton pushed me back down on his leg as he started to bounce it. The vibrations quivered through my pussy as I gripped a hold of the top of his thigh. 

I felt my high approach as I rubbed myself swiftly against his bouncing leg. He gripped my chin facing me towards him as he enveloped me in a kiss. My legs tensed as I came on his thigh, I clamped my eyes shut and my whole body tensed. I came down from my high and looked at Ashton his eyes were red and he was looking down at his thigh. 

“You just squirted” he said in disbelief. I hid my face in my hand before he tore them away and threw me on the bed.

“Sorry” I said, looking at his drenched denim thigh. He smirked at me and took his jeans off climbing over me. 

“Don’t be sorry, I’m going to make you do it again beautiful” he groaned kissing me. He pulled down his boxers and pulled out his dick running it over my folds. He didn’t waste any time in teasing as his thick, tanned dick was thrusting into me. I let out a moan gripping onto his hair as he moved inside of me. His thick cock spread my legs even wider and stretched out my pussy. 

Ashton kissed over my neck, sucking on the spot that he bit earlier. I felt a bunch of tingles run through my neck and down my body as he sucked over the same spot. 

“You pussy is so tight baby” he groaned. He lifted his head and I ran my fingers down his back, scratching him with my nails. His cock hit my sensitive spot and I clawed at his ass, digging my nails into the tanned skin. He sat up, wrapping my legs around his waist and kneeling on the bed thrusting into me with his head tilted back. I arched my back off the bed as he ran his hands over my stomach. I felt my body jolt from the please and I knew my second high was approaching. He started to rub my clit figeriously wanting me to reach my high

“Fuck Ash I’m going to-” Before I could finish I felt myself squirt all over his cock and threw my head back in pleasure. I felt Ashton clench my thighs and his body stop inside me as he let out a whine. He came inside my pussy, his fangs digging into his lip as he came. 

“The sight of you squirting all over my cock is fucking orgasmic” he breathed pulling out of me. He fell down next to me and looked at me. My hair was probably a mess and my make-up was most likely all smudged. But he was looking at me like no one else has, he stroked over my cheek and kissed me lightly. 

“You know you have to marry me now” he whispered against my lips.

“What?” I laughed

“We have a bond, you have to marry me”

“Maybe, depends how you’re going to ask me” I giggled. 

Mumen’s Kinks (cuz he’s gotta have at least a dozen)

  • boy loves rough riding i mean that’s a given
  • Praise kink (but who doesn’t?)
  • 95% sure of a dirty talk kink (sweet lil cinnamon roll has a gooey spot for putting people/being put in his place)
  • Domination kink (do you see him going up to people like “nah you’re not gonna do that” and expect to be followed? Cmon)
  • 135% certain he’s got a treasure trove in his closet of “batteries not included” toys and assisters 
  • probably blindfold tbh i mean his eyesight is probably crap so he wants to level the playing field somehow
  • Restraint like cuffs but I gotta say he strikes me as the type of guy to like the really slow and sensual art of shibari and kinbaku (ropes)
  • ngl probably role play (damsel in distress scenarios anyone?)
  • Overstimulation (see: the treasure trove closet and also that he’d get the biggest kick over making someone feel so good it’s too much)
  • Orgasm Denial/Delay (again the domination but it’s more like he’s the one giving pleasure and controlling the scene)
  • slow sleepy sex tbh like this cinnamon roll might love his harsher kinks but ya gotta remember that he’s still sweet and fluffy
  • Aftercare - that’s not even a question the guy probably has the biggest boner in the world for making someone feel like melted gold after wrecking them to sweet hell and back

anonymous asked:

Hello. Can I have a nsfw Himuro teasing his older girlfriend since he's jealous how she is very popular among the boys all the time? Thank you.

He was annoyed, to say the least. College girls were always popular with high school boys for specific reasons. For those reasons, Himuro became agitated. Why didn’t they understand you were off limits? He knew he was being jealous over nothing, but that didn’t help his irritation. He remained quiet during the encounter, keeping himself in check.

Once you were back to the confines of your flat, he decided to vent some of his anger. “You are pretty popular at my school,” he said in a know it all voice. “Huh, really? Never noticed” you said back in your sing-song voice. “Those boys were practically all over you,” he said hugging you from behind.

“Aren’t you a boy too?” you mused as Himuro’s hands began to wander. “Hmmm, I don’t think so” he murmured against your neck. “By the way, your hands are moving, I’d say yes” you laughed as he grouped your chest playfully. “I’ll just have to show you how much of a man I am then” Himuro chuckled growing rougher with his touch.

His fingers clenched your mounds aggressively and rolled the flesh harshly. He moved down to your nipples and pinched the buds without hesitation. You let out a needy groan and lean forward into his touch. “I don’t think a boy could make you sing like that” Himuro teased.

“S-so what?” you stuttered out in protest. He already knew your sweet spots, so his big talk wasn’t impressive. “I wonder~” he mused as his hands slid down your torso and in between your thighs. When he rubbed his hand against your core, you let out a shameless moan. “That was pretty sexy~” he snickered as your face flushed a deep red.

“It’s not like you haven’t heard it before…” you trailed off as he rubbed you through your jeans. “That’s true, but each time sounds like the first time” he confessed with a smile. You gave a huff as you grabbed your jeans and tugged them down.

You  smirked as Himuro’s eyes traveled down your legs and you saw him swallow on reflex. “Is this always like the first time?” you teased swaying your panty clad ass before him. “Oh yes~” he replied before grabbing your cheeks roughly. His hands felt hot against your skin, massaging the tender flesh. When his thumbs ebbed near your opening, you produced a squeak.

“Well, that’s new~” Himuro purred. He repeated the action until you were a whimpering mess. “Now, now, what happened to the spunk you had earlier?” he mused pushing your panties aside. He blew cool air directly on your warmth, relishing in the shiver it produced from you. “So, do still think I am a boy? or do I need to prove how much of a man I am here…” he trailed off, bringing on of his hands down to palm his crotch.

“P-prove it” you stuttered out, earning a delighted smirk.

Nash Grier/Cameron Dallas (Smut)

Request: Can you do one where you and Nash are having sex for the first time and Cameron accidentally walks in and joins?
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*Y/N POV*
Living with two guys it could get kinda annoying because they make a mess and too much noise and I’m talking about Cameron and Nash. But since Cameron left to a meeting the house  going to be silent for a while.

Me and Nash was watching a movie a 90s movie that i wasn’t interested in watching, Nash was sitting the end the couch while my legs was resting on his lap. Today was our 6 months anniversary we decided to stay home and watch a movie marathon. I move my legs brushing ‘accidentally’ against Nash’s crotch causing him let out a soft moan. I smirked continuing to tease him but he grabs my legs sending me a hard glare. “What??"I giggled,
"Why are you such a tease?!” He exclaimed, crawling on top me tickling my waist, “Stop Stop” I said trying my best not laugh hysterically. He chuckled and stopped tickling me, I look into his blue eyes that turn a darker shades of blue, we both lean crashing are lips roughly together my hands immediately flys to his brown hair pulling on to it, he moan into the kiss. His hands travel between us, balling my shirt pulling above my head throwing a cross the living room. he attached his lips on my neck sucking and bitting on my sweet spot a soft moan past from my lips that, I unclasp my bra, exposing my breast. Nash pulls away from the kissing to suck on my nipple till it harden, “Fuck” I arch my back as he leave trails of wet kisses stoping on hips to unbutton my pants. Me and Nash have done things like grinding our crotches together but never gotten to next level. He rub his thumbs on clit through my soaked panties. I whine as he snap the band of my underwear against my skin. “Please Nash” I beg pulling him closer to my throbbing sex that was aching for his tongue, Nash hooked his finger on my underwear slowly pulling my panties down. I sigh in relief as I felt his warm tongue flicking back and forth on my clit, he entered his index finger thrusting at slow pace, soon he started increase his pace and adding another finger making me clenched a few times. “I’m so close” I arched my back as he brushed against my sweet spot. “Yo guys I’m hom-” Cameron stopped talking as he witness my bare naked body I startled trying to find my clothes covering my naked body. I was so confused when I noticed Nash wasn’t even surprise or embarrass he was just smirking, he walk up to Cameron whispering something in his ear before Cameron nodded walking to the next couch my eyes followed Cameron his movement sitting down eyeing me I slightly shifted to side feeling uncomfortable, i open my mouth to say something but a moan came out  when Nash runs his tip on my wet slit, collecting the wetness without warning thrusting in making me loudly moan. “Show Cameron what your mouth can do” Nash growls in my ear while thrusting in and our viciously not letting me adjust his size. Cameron was walking towards me taking his belt, pulling his pants and boxers off. his dick slapped against his lower stomach. I open my mouth letting him guide his erection into my mouth,sucking on his length. “Can I fuck your pretty mouth?” Cameron said grabbing my hair making to shift ponytail , I moan in response around his dick making him groan in pleasure before thrusting into my mouth, I relax my throat allowing Cameron to go further. “Holy Fuck” Nash moaned rubbing my clit, I knew both was close because Cameron was twitching a few times in my mouth and Nash was starting to sloppily thrusting. I hallowed my cheeks sending Cameron over the edge spilling his cum in my mouth. a few more of Nash’s thrust bring me to my climax. Nash laid his head in the crook of my neck as he breath uncontrollably hitches filling his cum in the condom. He pulls out discarding the condom before giving a high five to Cameron, I softly giggled at the stupid their actions, I walk upstairs to the room I felt the both gazing at me as teasingly sway my hips.
“Your girlfriend is such a tease” Cameron exclaimed while Nash nods in agreement.
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Say You're Sorry : zayn smut

“I TOLD YOU SHE DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING!"  zayn screamed dangerously close to your face.  Your blood boiled as you took a deep breath to scream back.

"SHE SURE MEANT A LOT WHEN YOU DECIDED TO GRIND ALL OVER HER!"  You yelled back with just as much force as he did.  You did feel sort of bad arguing with your boyfriend of 10 months in one of his bandmates bedroom.  After a night full of clubbing and zayn flirting with numerous girls you had finally had enough. 

"I don’t even know her name Y/N, I was just trying to have fun."  His tone had dropped substantially.  You scoffed at his lame excuse as you walked over to the door.  

You opened it and smirked at him before replying, “Well maybe it’s my turn to have a little fun.”  You left him confused and slightly drunk.

Your hips swayed as you made your way through Harry’s apartment in search for him.  You eventually found him lounging on the couch with a beer in hand and a passed out Louis sitting off to the side.  You smiled at him as innocently as possible.

"Everything okay in there?"  His deep accented voice fueling your fire.  You nodded batting your eyelashes as you heard footsteps enter the room.  You stood in front of Harry bending over making sure he had a full frontal view of your ass in your provocative dress.  You slowly undid the clasp on your heels and kicked them off.  You stood up casually looking at zayn standing dumbstruck in the corner of the room.  You coyly smiled at him as his face dropped into a glare. 

"Harry I’m soooo tired."  You dragged out all of the syllables the alcohol coursing through your veins clouding your better judgment.  He looked at you his baby blue eyes glazed over from the amount that he had also drank.  There was no denying that zayn was the only one in the room was the soberest. You straddled Harry’s lap facing him and ground down on his growing bulge.  He groaned from underneath you.  You raised your head as you continued to grind down on him.  Your eyes connected with zayn’s he was walking towards you at this point you smiled at him as you started to quicken your pace.  Harry moaned as you trailed your hands over his torso lightly scratching him under his shirt.  Just as you were about to start assaulting his neck a large strong hand wrapped around your upper arm and tugged you off of Harry.  Dazed and confused Harry looked around in search for more contact.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?"  zayn growled into your ear.  You shrugged your shoulders making your eyes look even larger while you looked up at him through your lashes.  "We’re leaving,” he paused to look at a half passed out Harry angrily. “Now,"  You whimpered as he started to drag you towards the door.

"But my shoes,"  you whined. 

"Do you think I give a fuck about your shoes?"  He asked.  You raised your eyebrows.  Even after almost a year of dating you’ve never seen zaynh this angry and there was no denying that it was a major turn on.

"zayn you’re hurting me!"  You said his death grip on your arm didn’t budge.  He continued to drag you through the apartment complex as you trailed behind slightly turned on and slightly scared.  You broke out from the confines of the building into the dark, chilly night air.  Your bare feet hitting the pavement caused your skin to sting.  zayn quickly unlocked the door of his car before shoving you into the passenger side and slamming the door.  He took his place behind the steering wheel a few moments later.  The anticipation did little to sober you up on during the 15 minute car ride. 

You glanced over to see zayn’s knuckles turning white from his grip on the steering wheel.  “zayn I-“  He quickly cut you off.

"Stop, you’re in big trouble."  he said his eyes never leaving the road.  Those were the only words spoken by the time the car rolled into the parking lot of your shared apartment.  "Do not move,"  zayn spoke slowly as if couldn’t understand.  He climbed out of the car and you twisted your fingers together.  The passenger door swung open abruptly a wave of cold air rushed in attacking your bare arms.  You shivered as zayn grabbed your arm again and heaved you up.  Your heavy breathing puffed around you visible in the cold.  He pushed you through the door.  You stumbled slightly before making your way through the familiar building.  You stopped at your apartment door waiting for zayn to open the door with his key.  He appeared behind you unlocking the door shoving you in and slamming it behind him.  You flicked on the entry way light.  His eyes were a few shades darker than normal.  You backed away from him cautiously fear evident on your face. 

"Strip,"  he demanded.  You nodded your head before walking towards the bedroom.  A hand reached out to stop you.  "Here,"  he clarified.  You looked at him as you slowly undid the zipper of your provocative dress letting it pool at your feet.  zayn’s eyes shamelessly gazed at your body.  You tried to cover your body self consciously.  He stepped towards you, taking your wrists in his hands pinning them above your head. You sighed as he started to pay attention to your neck roughly biting with his teeth and smoothing it over with his tongue. "zayn,” you gasped as he sucked harshly on your sweet spot. “Don’t talk until I say you can,” he said. His rough words making you even more disheveled.  He grabbed your wrists in a rude manner and literally dragged you through the apartment. Your hazy brain making irrational fantasies. You cried out as you stumbled into a wall knocking your hip on it. zayn turned and smirked at you as you continued to helplessly follow him through the house.

As you reached the open doorway of your bedroom your breath quickened and your heart began to beat rapidly.  You put your hand out in desperate need of something to steady you.  You finally found zayn’s shoulder through your blurry vision but he immediately shrugged you off.  You gasped for air as zayn pushed your calves up against the mattress.  You helplessly plopped down bouncing slightly.  You watched in awe as zayn ripped his shirt from his body disheveling his hair far worse than it was.  He bent down in the perfect position to kiss your lips but made a detour for your ear. 

“I’m going to make you regret what you did back there,"  he said menacingly.  Shivers tingled throughout your spine in reaction to his words.  You reached up to touch his body a thin layer of sweat covering his abs.  He wrapped his fingers around your wrists stopping them dead in their tracks.  "Do. Not. Touch. Until. I. Tell. You."  He paused after each word putting emphasis on each one.  You nodded your head and whimpered.  The pressure between your legs increasing with each touch, look or word. 

zayn finally granted you with some relief placing his lips roughly on yours.  He forced your mouth open with his tongue.  You moaned into his mouth as he began to massage your breasts through your bra.  You could feel him smile into the kiss.  “Wait,”  he said as you began to pull back and get on all fours.  You knew what was about to happen, it had only happened twice before but those two times were memorable and very much enjoyable.  “You remember our word right?”  he asked a flash of worry taking over his features.  A large contrast from his rugged looks before.  You nodded your head smiling at him.

"No I need words Y/N,"  even when he was this angry there was no way he would hurt you without you wanting it. 

"zayn,"  you paused to put your palm gently on his face.  "I’ll be okay."  You assured him, he nodded before looking at you with such aggression and lust you almost couldn’t contain yourself.  You giggled as he laid you across his lap. 

"10 for what you did to Harry and 5 for thinking that I actually wanted anybody at that club."  He said as he placed his palm openly on your bare ass.  You whimpered as you anticipated what was to come. 

Your body jerked forward as his hand came down on you and you cried out slightly.  You felt zayn’s hand smooth over the skin before delivering another blow.  You let out a low groan as he started to gently rub against the sensitive skin.  The feeling of each slap coursing through your body.  Three more slaps were given before zayn spoke. 

"What did you do?"  he asked but before you could answer two more consecutive blows were given.  You tried to open your mouth but between the pain of the slaps and the intense feeling of zayn’s bulge against your lower stomach made words almost impossible.  You whimpered in reply.  zayn’s hand came down again and rubbed over the skin,  "I’m sorry what?"  

"z-zayn I c-can’t."  You stuttered trying to calm yourself.  Your breath came in jagged breaths as he spanked you once again.

"Say it Y/N,"  he demanded.

"I-I,"  you took a deep breath before responding.  "I tried to make you j-jealous by touching Harry."  He didn’t seem to be satisfied with this answer.  His hand came down in 4 rapid slaps.  You started to lose yourself the skin becoming numb. 

"And?"  He said while he rubbed rhythmic circles on your throbbing skin.  Words just wouldn’t come your mid was reeling and your body was aching.  

"zayn please,"  you begged.  His hand came down harder than before the last two times and by the end your were a soaking mess. 

"You still didn’t say the other one,"  he whispered in your ear.  He turned you around his strong arms supporting your limp body. 

"Please don’t make me,” you whined as you crawled as best you could across the bed before lying down and laying your hand across your sweaty forehead releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.  You let your eyes close as exhaustion took over. 

“Wait,” zayn said his hands trailing up and down your legs.  “You aren’t really sleeping are you?"  His accent rang throughout your ears.  You couldn’t even muster enough energy to lift your head to nod. 

You continued to doze off as zayn traced comforting circles on your thighs.  You smiled as you felt him inching closer and closer towards your throbbing core.  You sighed as you felt his long fingers trace down your slit. 

"Oh so now you’re awake?"  He asked teasing you slightly.  His calloused fingers continued to run up and down your slit before he slipped to inside expertly curling and uncurling his fingers as you became a mess under his mercy once again.  He removed his fingers, you whined in disappointment before opening your eyes.  You watched as he lowered his head down towards your aching core.  His eyes met yours before he smiled his dimples popping and his eyes squinting.  You watched as his mop of curls dropped lower and lower until he was level with your heat. 

You gasped as his tongue traced your slit agonizingly slow.  His thumb moving to rub your clit rhythmically.  His tongue flicked in and out of you as you began to moan uncontrollably and buck your hips.  His arm came down on your torso in an effort to keep you still.  You mind began to race and your heartbeat began to quicken as your legs started to shake.  You breath was coming in jagged puffs as you tried to hold off on your orgasm. 

"zayn I’m about to-"  you sentence broke off as zayn abruptly raised his head.  He reached to the bed side table as you started to finger through your hair trying your best to get it out of your eyes.  You vision was blurry and your chest was rising and falling.  zayn reached behind you to unclasp your bra before he turned towards himself skillfully rolling the latex condom down his shaft.  Just the sight of him made you closer to the edge.  He mounted you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Say your sorry,” he mumbled his tip already inching in too slow.  You groaned throwing your head back. 

“Do I have to?"  you asked

His fingers wrapped around your hip bones steadying your bucking hips. “You have to say it,” he said pulling back out.

“No,” you gasped the feeling of him finally filling you completely overwhelming your senses.

“Say it or I won’t move,” he threatened

“That would be more worse for me than you,” you smirked lifting your head and locking your eyes with his. He groaned a he pulled out almost completely before burying inside of you again.

“You’re right,” he moaned into your ear. Your back arched as you felt him twitching inside of you. Moans left your mouth uncontrollably as he quickened his pace.

“zayn,” you gasped. His skin hitting your as he reached your spot every time. You cried out as you felt him push down on your hips to get a better angle.

“God dammit Y/N you’re so tight,” he hissed. You knew that he was close and that you were closer.  You intentionally tightened your walls.  “Shit Y/N don’t do that.”  zayn growled in your ear before lifting your back with his hands trying to get a better angle.

"zayn, fuck,” you cried out as zayn thrust harder and faster.  You felt the pit of your stomach tighten and your legs weaken.  “z-zayn."  You whimpered.

"Me too baby me too,"  he said as he reached down to gently rub your clit.  You squeezed your eyes shut trying to hold off for zayn.

"Come for me baby,"  zayn whispered in your ear just as you felt the rush of ecstasy and adrenaline. 

You clenched your eyes shut as you cried out.  You arched your back further up as you felt him twitch inside of you before he let out a throaty groan.  You felt him collapse on top of you.  You lifted your shaky hands to run it through his damp curls. 

He lifted his head and locked your eyes with his before he spoke, “You never said you were sorry.” 

You smiled and shoved him off of your body.  “God you’re such an idiot.”  You said as he pulled you into his chest and snuggled into you. 

"I love you so much Y/N"  you smiled placing a light kiss on his lips and hearing his boyish chuckle.

"I love you too zayn,"  you said your eyelids already drooping and soon falling asleep to the rhythmic beat of zayn’s heart.

are you a scorpio with...

an aries moon? I’m stunned, because hell, your energy is big. you’re so secretive and act like you don’t care about a thing but if someone cut you open they’d find you overflowing with love. your instinct is to protect, not to nurture, but the two go hand in hand. appearances aren’t everything, you’re not as cold as you seem. also, you should take up the guitar.

a taurus moon? I don’t know how anyone could ever not love you. you’re so, so romantic, but so quiet and reserved. your heart is full to the brim with affection for people who don’t deserve it and I’d like to change that. you’re focussed, determined, and hella smart. you have the most beautiful eyes. you remind me of a climber and I know you’ll get to the top of that mountain.

a gemini moon? I wish you’d be more honest, you lie too much. you act like you think you’re amazing but you constantly doubt yourself. it’s like you’ve built up a store of self-doubt. you can twist someone round your little finger easy as pie and that’s a skill and a half. your energy is magnetic: people can’t help but want to talk to you, even if you’re so often quiet.

a cancer moon? I wouldn’t know but I think you must have been hurt by someone you really cared about, judging by these walls you’ve built. you are so easy to fall in love with, a walking talking mystery with a sweet spot that’s hard to find. you are a night of few stars, but I’m counting on a few more appearing soon. you deserve brightness.

a leo moon? I look up to you: you’re super enigmatic with a passion to succeed. you’ve got some control issues, but I think those just stem from your innate desire to be loved, adored, worshipped. trust is everything to you and your love is best expressed with one of those kisses you’re so good at giving. seriously, though. hearts beat faster when you walk in, honey.

a virgo moon? I wanna be as smart as you, you’re like a genius cut in black marble (with some of the best eyes you can get). you’re the marks a hand-writing pen leaves on paper, a reservation that people expect to hide softness but really conceals nothing. no, you’re just what you put on the table. held back, sure, but secretive in appearance only.

a libra moon? I can’t be the only one who can’t help but stare at you. your skin is eye-wideningly good and your lips are the kind people dream of. you’re a cold morning expanding into a warm day. you seem so uncaring, but your heart is fit to burst. you can’t wait to find someone to share your life with: open up and it’ll happen faster. just a tip.

a scorpio moon? I try not to notice but your energy is enticing, with that little half-smile and your semi-concealed intelligence, you’re candy that’s so sweet it’s bitter. you’re the monarch of deceit, and yet a truly loyal friend: no, you’re never anything like what people expect of you. I may be horribly wrong, of course, but I think you like it that way.

a sagittarius moon? I think of you as the girl on the park swings at night. you act like you’ve been appointed to feel nothing, but you can’t help but smile when you see someone else do well, and it’s this caring attitude that brings you so far up and so far down. you suffer so much at your own hands already, so stop letting others hurt you, too. they won’t change, but you can.

a capricorn moon? I see your ambition and applaud it, you’re the pinnacle of hard work and a sharp tongue. people are drawn to you like moths to a flame, you’re mysterious, reserved, and freaking smart as well. you don’t let anyone confine you, you draw your own limits in permanent marker… and I’m sorry if I’m mistaken but I think that’s sexy as hell.

an aquarius moon? I respect you so fully, you are the rebel of this world. you are a pair of black combats, you are the silver sheen your eyes take on when you have an idea. you don’t listen much but you sure talk an awful lot, and it doesn’t take a psychologist to see that what you’re saying is definitely worthwhile. keep at it, you rule.

a pisces moon? I love you, I love you. you are the dreamer, softness and beauty encased in a shell hardened by your suffering. you stretch out your hands but people only cut into them, again and again, leaving their names in blood on your palms. you deserve so much more than that. but on a more positive note: your facial structure is to kill for.

Say You're Sorry Ashton Irwin Smut

DISCLAIMER: This does contain mature material and also a compromising spanking scene.  If any of this bothers you, what are you doing in the 5sos smut tag seriously?

“I TOLD YOU SHE DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING!"  Ashton screamed dangerously close to your face.  Your blood boiled as you took a deep breath to scream back.

"SHE SURE MEANT A LOT WHEN YOU DECIDED TO GRIND ALL OVER HER!"  You yelled back with just as much force as he did.  You did feel sort of bad arguing with your boyfriend of 10 months in one of his bandmates bedroom.  After a night full of clubbing and Ashton flirting with numerous girls you had finally had enough. 

"I don’t even know her name Y/N, I was just trying to have fun."  His tone had dropped substantially.  You scoffed at his lame excuse as you walked over to the door.  

You opened it and smirked at him before replying, “Well maybe it’s my turn to have a little fun.”  You left him confused and slightly drunk.

Your hips swayed as you made your way through Luke’s apartment in search for him.  You eventually found him lounging on the couch with a beer in hand and a passed out Calum sitting off to the side.  You smiled at him as innocently as possible.

"Everything okay in there?"  His deep accented voice fueling your fire.  You nodded batting your eyelashes as you heard footsteps enter the room.  You stood in front of Luke bending over making sure he had a full frontal view of your ass in your provocative dress.  You slowly undid the clasp on your heels and kicked them off.  You stood up casually looking at Ashton standing dumbstruck in the corner of the room.  You coyly smiled at him as his face dropped into a glare. 

"Luke I’m soooo tired."  You dragged out all of the syllables the alcohol coursing through your veins clouding your better judgment.  He looked at you his baby blue eyes glazed over from the amount that he had also drank.  There was no denying that Ashton was the only one in the room was the soberest. You straddled Luke’s lap facing him and ground down on his growing bulge.  He groaned from underneath you.  You raised your head as you continued to grind down on him.  Your eyes connected with Ashton’s he was walking towards you at this point you smiled at him as you started to quicken your pace.  Luke moaned as you trailed your hands over his torso lightly scratching him under his shirt.  Just as you were about to start assaulting his neck a large strong hand wrapped around your upper arm and tugged you off of Luke.  Dazed and confused Luke looked around in search for more contact.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?"  Ashton growled into your ear.  You shrugged your shoulders making your eyes look even larger while you looked up at him through your lashes.  "We’re leaving,” he paused to look at a half passed out Luke angrily. “Now,"  You whimpered as he started to drag you towards the door.

"But my shoes,"  you whined. 

"Do you think I give a fuck about your shoes?"  He asked.  You raised your eyebrows.  Even after almost a year of dating you’ve never seen Ashton this angry and there was no denying that it was a major turn on.

"Ashton you’re hurting me!"  You said his death grip on your arm didn’t budge.  He continued to drag you through the apartment complex as you trailed behind slightly turned on and slightly scared.  You broke out from the confines of the building into the dark, chilly night air.  Your bare feet hitting the pavement caused your skin to sting.  Ashton quickly unlocked the door of his car before shoving you into the passenger side and slamming the door.  He took his place behind the steering wheel a few moments later.  The anticipation did little to sober you up on during the 15 minute car ride. 

You glanced over to see Ashton’s knuckles turning white from his grip on the steering wheel.  “Ashton I-“  He quickly cut you off.

"Stop, you’re in big trouble."  he said his eyes never leaving the road.  Those were the only words spoken by the time the car rolled into the parking lot of your shared apartment.  "Do not move,"  Ashton spoke slowly as if couldn’t understand.  He climbed out of the car and you twisted your fingers together.  The passenger door swung open abruptly a wave of cold air rushed in attacking your bare arms.  You shivered as Ashton grabbed your arm again and heaved you up.  Your heavy breathing puffed around you visible in the cold.  He pushed you through the door.  You stumbled slightly before making your way through the familiar building.  You stopped at your apartment door waiting for Ashton to open the door with his key.  He appeared behind you unlocking the door shoving you in and slamming it behind him.  You flicked on the entry way light.  His eyes were a few shades darker than normal.  You backed away from him cautiously fear evident on your face. 

"Strip,"  he demanded.  You nodded your head before walking towards the bedroom.  A hand reached out to stop you.  "Here,"  he clarified.  You looked at him as you slowly undid the zipper of your provocative dress letting it pool at your feet.  Ashton’s eyes shamelessly gazed at your body.  You tried to cover your body self consciously.  He stepped towards you, taking your wrists in his hands pinning them above your head. You sighed as he started to pay attention to your neck roughly biting with his teeth and smoothing it over with his tongue. "Ash,” you gasped as he sucked harshly on your sweet spot. “Don’t talk until I say you can,” he said. His rough words making you even more disheveled.  He grabbed your wrists in a rude manner and literally dragged you through the apartment. Your hazy brain making irrational fantasies. You cried out as you stumbled into a wall knocking your hip on it. Ashton turned and smirked at you as you continued to helplessly follow him through the house.

As you reached the open doorway of your bedroom your breath quickened and your heart began to beat rapidly.  You put your hand out in desperate need of something to steady you.  You finally found Ashton’s shoulder through your blurry vision but he immediately shrugged you off.  You gasped for air as Ashton pushed your calves up against the mattress.  You helplessly plopped down bouncing slightly.  You watched in awe as Ashton ripped his shirt from his body disheveling his hair far worse than it was.  He bent down in the perfect position to kiss your lips but made a detour for your ear. 

“I’m going to make you regret what you did back there,"  he said menacingly.  Shivers tingled throughout your spine in reaction to his words.  You reached up to touch his body a thin layer of sweat covering his abs.  He wrapped his fingers around your wrists stopping them dead in their tracks.  "Do. Not. Touch. Until. I. Tell. You."  He paused after each word putting emphasis on each one.  You nodded your head and whimpered.  The pressure between your legs increasing with each touch, look or word. 

Ashton finally granted you with some relief placing his lips roughly on yours.  He forced your mouth open with his tongue.  You moaned into his mouth as he began to massage your breasts through your bra.  You could feel him smile into the kiss.  “Wait,”  he said as you began to pull back and get on all fours.  You knew what was about to happen, it had only happened twice before but those two times were memorable and very much enjoyable.  “You remember our word right?”  he asked a flash of worry taking over his features.  A large contrast from his rugged looks before.  You nodded your head smiling at him.

"No I need words Y/N,"  even when he was this angry there was no way he would hurt you without you wanting it. 

"Ash,"  you paused to put your palm gently on his face.  "I’ll be okay."  You assured him, he nodded before looking at you with such aggression and lust you almost couldn’t contain yourself.  You giggled as he laid you across his lap. 

"10 for what you did to Luke and 5 for thinking that I actually wanted anybody at that club."  He said as he placed his palm openly on your bare ass.  You whimpered as you anticipated what was to come. 

Your body jerked forward as his hand came down on you and you cried out slightly.  You felt Ashton’s hand smooth over the skin before delivering another blow.  You let out a low groan as he started to gently rub against the sensitive skin.  The feeling of each slap coursing through your body.  Three more slaps were given before Ashton spoke. 

"What did you do?"  he asked but before you could answer two more consecutive blows were given.  You tried to open your mouth but between the pain of the slaps and the intense feeling of Ashton’s bulge against your lower stomach made words almost impossible.  You whimpered in reply.  Ashton’s hand came down again and rubbed over the skin,  "I’m sorry what?"  

"A-ashton I c-can’t."  You stuttered trying to calm yourself.  Your breath came in jagged breaths as he spanked you once again.

"Say it Y/N,"  he demanded.

"I-I,"  you took a deep breath before responding.  "I tried to make you j-jealous by touching Luke."  He didn’t seem to be satisfied with this answer.  His hand came down in 4 rapid slaps.  You started to lose yourself the skin becoming numb. 

"And?"  He said while he rubbed rhythmic circles on your throbbing skin.  Words just wouldn’t come your mid was reeling and your body was aching.  

"Ash please,"  you begged.  His hand came down harder than before the last two times and by the end your were a soaking mess. 

"You still didn’t say the other one,"  he whispered in your ear.  He turned you around his strong arms supporting your limp body. 

"Please don’t make me,” you whined as you crawled as best you could across the bed before lying down and laying your hand across your sweaty forehead releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.  You let your eyes close as exhaustion took over. 

“Wait,” Ashton said his hands trailing up and down your legs.  “You aren’t really sleeping are you?"  His accent rang throughout your ears.  You couldn’t even muster enough energy to lift your head to nod. 

You continued to doze off as Ashton traced comforting circles on your thighs.  You smiled as you felt him inching closer and closer towards your throbbing core.  You sighed as you felt his long fingers trace down your slit. 

"Oh so now you’re awake?"  He asked teasing you slightly.  His calloused fingers continued to run up and down your slit before he slipped to inside expertly curling and uncurling his fingers as you became a mess under his mercy once again.  He removed his fingers, you whined in disappointment before opening your eyes.  You watched as he lowered his head down towards your aching core.  His eyes met yours before he smiled his dimples popping and his eyes squinting.  You watched as his mop of curls dropped lower and lower until he was level with your heat. 

You gasped as his tongue traced your slit agonizingly slow.  His thumb moving to rub your clit rhythmically.  His tongue flicked in and out of you as you began to moan uncontrollably and buck your hips.  His arm came down on your torso in an effort to keep you still.  You mind began to race and your heartbeat began to quicken as your legs started to shake.  You breath was coming in jagged puffs as you tried to hold off on your orgasm. 

"Ash I’m about to-"  you sentence broke off as Ashton abruptly raised his head.  He reached to the bed side table as you started to finger through your hair trying your best to get it out of your eyes.  You vision was blurry and your chest was rising and falling.  Ashton reached behind you to unclasp your bra before he turned towards himself skillfully rolling the latex condom down his shaft.  Just the sight of him made you closer to the edge.  He mounted you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Say your sorry,” he mumbled his tip already inching in too slow.  You groaned throwing your head back. 

“Do I have to?"  you asked

His fingers wrapped around your hip bones steadying your bucking hips. “You have to say it,” he said pulling back out.

“No,” you gasped the feeling of him finally filling you completely overwhelming your senses.

“Say it or I won’t move,” he threatened

“That would be more worse for me than you,” you smirked lifting your head and locking your eyes with his. He groaned a he pulled out almost completely before burying inside of you again.

“You’re right,” he moaned into your ear. Your back arched as you felt him twitching inside of you. Moans left your mouth uncontrollably as he quickened his pace.

“Ashton,” you gasped. His skin hitting your as he reached your spot every time. You cried out as you felt him push down on your hips to get a better angle.

“God dammit Y/N you’re so tight,” he hissed. You knew that he was close and that you were closer.  You intentionally tightened your walls.  "Shit Y/N don’t do that."  Ashton growled in your ear before lifting your back with his hands trying to get a better angle.

"Ashton, fuck,” you cried out as Ashton thrust harder and faster.  You felt the pit of your stomach tighten and your legs weaken.  “A-ash."  You whimpered.

"Me too baby me too,"  he said as he reached down to gently rub your clit.  You squeezed your eyes shut trying to hold off for Ashton.

"Come for me baby,"  Ashton whispered in your ear just as you felt the rush of ecstasy and adrenaline. 

You clenched your eyes shut as you cried out.  You arched your back further up as you felt him twitch inside of you before he let out a throaty groan.  You felt him collapse on top of you.  You lifted your shaky hands to run it through his damp curls. 

He lifted his head and locked your eyes with his before he spoke, "You never said you were sorry." 

You smiled and shoved him off of your body.  "God you’re such an idiot."  You said as he pulled you into his chest and snuggled into you. 

"I love you so much Y/N"  you smiled placing a light kiss on his lips and hearing his boyish chuckle.

"I love you too Ash,"  you said your eyelids already drooping and soon falling asleep to the rhythmic beat of Ashton’s heart.

 

I’m so sorry this took so long it literally took me like 2 days to write so I hope you like it!!

 

I Saw Crimson Peak, or: Food Metaphors, Gothic Melodrama, and You

My favorite food is a good pasta bolognese: fettuccine al dente, with a sauce that’s been simmering for hours in red wine, every ingredient in its proper place, added at the right intervals, and stirred with true Italian vigor. I know it, I love it. This dish won’t surprise me, but that’s not what I want from pasta bolognese. What I want from pasta bolognese is the dinner time has shown me I’m wild for, prepared with skill, flair, and a love for the recipe.

Crimson Peak is THE pasta bolognese movie. It’s a lush Gothic Romance, complete with restless ghosts, fluttering ivory nightgowns, madness, slow poisoning, and a gorgeous decaying manor/metaphor house whose gables rise above the moors like snarling teeth. No movie has ever been less interested in reinventing the wheel, right down to the scene transitions: old-fashioned iris wipes. When the titled heir of a fallen family takes the hand of our unconventional heroine and leads her to the dance floor, the assembled ladies gasp. It knows, okay? It knows what it wants to be and knows that you want that too. There’s no irony, no winking, despite the fact that any audience worth its salt knows the narrative tricks inside out. That’s not what matters. What matters is that it’s bloody and frightening and twisted and mournful and achingly romantic.

I walked out of the theater effusive, a joyful little shiver in my stomach, still spooked and swooning. It was as if this movie reached out and cupped my fourteen-year-old self’s face in its hands and said, “isn’t it time you indulged in everything you ever wanted?”

Pure, undiluted gothic melodrama, masterfully made. A plate of pasta bolognese cooked by an expert chef, exactly the comfort food I crave, elevated to a thing of rare beauty. I can’t wait to have seconds.