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talkfastromance4 · 1 year

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Feel my love—Ashton Irwin oneshot

a/n: this is not what I originally planned for this to go but, here we are🙃

Warnings: body worship (I think at least), oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink (if you squint), different positions, slight sub space, fluff

Word count: 2.1k

Feedback is always welcome and reblogs help a great deal! Enjoy!

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Rain is pattering along the windows, the hush of wind matching your uneven breathing as Ashton’s lips trace over your skin. He started at the peak of your forehead, tracing the contours of your face then hovered over your lips. He paused there waiting for you to touch his lips with your own but it’s fleeting because he trekked a detour to your jaw.

While his lips were claiming your neck, his left hand scoped the plains over your hip and waist, each stroke of his fingers created speed bumps over your skin and a shiver through your body. He took his time circling his tongue over your nipple while his hand cupped the other breast massaging it.

“Ash,” you squeak when his teeth tug on your risen bud.

“Be patient, angel,” his breath is hot between the valley of your breasts and he continues down. He uses both hands to grip your breasts, nipples caught between the valley of his fingers and his tongue drags down your stomach. “I want you to feel it all.”

He peppers kisses over your lower stomach, you feel your heart pounding against his palm.

“Relax, baby,” he sighs curving his head to kiss your hips. “I’ll take care of you.”

You moan in response when he kisses between your legs and they fall open like a book. His hands are still squeezing your breasts, his teeth nip at the flesh of your thighs and you run your nails over the backs of his hands, wrists, and forearms. If he’s touching all of you, you want to be touching as much of him as you can as well.

“That’s it,” a kiss to your pubic bone, “just feel.”

His tongue slips through your folds easily and the sensation causes you to clutch at his hair and you’re gasping from the quick strokes and licks of his tongue. Ashton brings his hands down your body, one taking hold of your hand in a tight grip while the other grips the conjecture between your thigh.

“I know you’ve been stressed, baby,” he mumbles and flicks his tongue over your clit. Your legs jerk, you pull on his hair. “Long days at work…”

You arch your back when he inserts a finger, pumping in and out, in and out. Thunder rumbles outside but you’re more aware of how tight you’re holding his hand and the languid way his tongue moves over you, in you. He makes it flutter like a butterfly as he inserts another finger, each flutter clipping your clit at the right interval.

“Yes!” you squeak, sensations rolling over you like the rain down the windows.

Ashton pumps his fingers rhythmically and you peek through your eyelids to see the muscles in his shoulders flex and tighten. The sound of his fingers and mouth working you over bring you to the cusp of an orgasm, you feel it coming and arch your hips to meet his motions. He hums as if he knows–because of course he does he knows your body better than anyone else ever has–and moves his face up and down with the motion of your pelvis.

Your heart is pounding for a different reason, gasps and moans mingling together. Ashton’s moaning with you, encouraging you to let go and give into the sweet release. You feel it building, and building, like an intense crescendo of a song.

“Give it to me, come for me.”

And you do. You cry out in pleasure as you feel it wash over you, from the top of your head all the way to the tips of your toes. Your body freezes in motion, that sweet release coursing through your veins and chasing after Ashton’s fingers and tongue. Your legs wrapped around him, ankles taut until the sweet release has concluded and you feel the pounding of your heart in your ears.

Your body is hot.

Your body is buzzing.

Ashton suckles at your sweetness until your body goes lax against the bed and you can hear the rain again. Your lips turn up in a blissful smile, neck rolling to the side as you watch him kiss his way back up your body. His eyes meet yours and his fingers are the last to leave you and you’re left empty yet full at the same time.

You feel the sticky drag of his fingers up your stomach, coated in your orgasm, shivering as he circles your nipple then stops at the entrance of your lips. His hazel eyes gaze adoringly at you and he jerks his head the slightest bit. You open your mouth and his fingers glide inside, you suckle on them.

You stare at each other unblinkingly and you slither your hand down his waist, over his hip, onto his stomach until you’re stroking his cock. He’s velvety soft and incredibly hard in your hand, his hips thrust into your strokes.

Your palm catches on his veins as you tug him ever so slightly to your entrance, his head bumping you.

“Love how wet you get for me,” he says removing his fingers from your mouth. “Can always slip right…” he presses into you so the head of his cock spreads you open but he pulls back again, “in.”

He’s teasing you and you pout at him.

“Please, Ash,” you run your thumb over his tip, lifting your hips in tandem to try and pull him inside you. “Want you to fill me up.”

“Yeah?” he strokes the hair on the side of your head. His body dips onto yours and you welcome the weight of him, both in your hand and on top of you. “You do take me so well, angel. Such a good girl for me.”

“Come on, please,” you move your hips and the hand holding his cock and he’s almost inside you.

Before you could blink or gasp at the swiftness of his motions, he somehow has your hands above your head held tightly between his hands. You stare at him in shock but when he smiles, you smile back.

“Good girls don’t talk back,” he shakes his head and you roll your eyes causing him to rub his head between your folds. “Or roll their eyes.”

“Wanna feel you,” you sigh trying to move your arms but his grip is tight. He knows you like it and you feel your arousal leak out of you.

“Dirty girl,” he smirks dragging his dick against you once more. “Making a mess for me, huh?” he adjusts his hand so he’s holding your wrists with just one as he uses the other to hook around his hip. “Do you want it slow or fast?” he presses his tip into you more and you’re clenching at the loss when he pulls out.

“Hard,” you whisper.

You catch a ghost of his smile before his lips are on yours and he plunges into you. You cry into his mouth from the immediate satisfaction of him filling you up. Ashton wastes no time by fucking into you hard and fast, the bed already jerking against the wall. Your bodies become flush, hot and sweaty with each drag and pull.

You meet his hips perfectly, skin slapping skin and his hand hot on your thigh to keep your leg in place. Your kiss becomes sloppy, heated, and dirty and you’re aching to drag your nails down his back but your hands are caught. The restraint makes it hotter and you’re arching into him again, needing to be closer.

“How’s that baby?” he pants when your kiss breaks. His fingers on your thighs are probably leaving bruises but you want more of him. His hips roll and rock, his cock gliding along your walls deliciously.

“S-so good…” you pant, his eyes glance down at your breasts as they bounce with your movements. “Harder, baby…please.”

Ashton growls and releases your wrists so he can push your legs up, your knees against your chest. He fucks into you relentlessly and with no mercy, giving you exactly what you want until your eyes roll back, mouth open in a silent moan as you’re filled with ecstasy. The quick drag of his cock in and out of you has you seeing stars and you clench your hands behind his neck, your foreheads touching.

“Want me deeper?” he gasps, his hair is wet from sweat hanging over his forehead. You nod quickly, licking at your dried lips. He pulls out of you and you cry out at the loss. “Turn over, angel.”

He helps you with careful hands because your body is buzzing and you felt your orgasm creeping in. You’re on your stomach, cheek pressed into his pillow and Ashton drags your hips up to his pelvis. He taps the inside of your thighs so you spread your legs, his fingers slip between your folds.

“Ready baby?” he asks.

You crane your neck so you meet his eyes, but you take him in before you answer. His chest is glistening with sweat, his hair curled and tuggable, arms big and strong.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

He smiles back, grips his cock and glides inside of you easily. You both groan at the sensation of being connected once more and Ashton starts a slow rock. In…out…in…out until he moves faster. The new angle has him going deeper and this is one of your favorite positions because of that reason. Your eyes close at the familiar bliss, a soft laugh echoes against the pillow.

Your head feels lighter as your orgasm trickles in quickly, his cock sliding and gliding at the perfect precision. Ashton’s breathing evenly, making sure to keep his tempo and his own orgasm at bay.

“Come for me, baby, c’mon…I can feel it,” he grunts pushing in further. And he hits that sweet spot.

“There! Oh, right there, right there,” you sing and he complies easily.

You hold onto his sheets, bracing your body so it stays still so he can keep fucking you in the right place. Your ears start to ring, your stomach rolls and you’re coming again. And it keeps going and going and going until–

“Oh, fuck,” Ashton groans and snaps his hips even faster until he’s pulling out and you feel his hot cum spurt and rope onto your back.

Your pussy is clenching at nothing, your body still chasing an orgasm that lingers with him. The pillow is wet from your mouth, your brow sweaty from the euphoric sex. Ashton’s noises are music to your ears as he jerks the last of his release onto you.

After a moment, you gather the rest of the sounds around you; the ticking of the clock on the wall, the constant crash of rain on the window and the quiet hum of the radiator. You feel Ashton shift towards the nightstand then feel him dab at your back with a wad of tissues and then the cool swipe of the baby wipe to really clean you off. He stamps a kiss on your lower back then falls next to you, his hazel eyes gazing into yours.

“Hi,” he whispers nudging your nose with his.

“Hi,” you breathe slipping your legs down so you’re flat on your belly. Your head is swimming, your body is heavy, you’re totally blissed out in the best way. You somehow inch your way closer to him and Ashton takes you into his arms, your legs intertwining.

“How do you feel?” he asks kissing your forehead.

“I feel…loved,” you swallow and caress his cheekbone.

“Good. Want you to feel my love, always.”

“How do you feel?” you poke his nose for emphasis.

“Complete.”

“Ohh, you make me complete,” you sing, “you make a complete mess–”

He covers your mouth with his hand and you’re giggling into his palm and he’s chuckling with you. You know he doesn’t like hearing his songs play during sexy times because it always gets him thinking about the production behind it thus losing the allure of the sexual moment at hand.

“You know I had to, the opportunity was right there,” you defend when he removes his hand.

“I know,” he rolls his eyes affectionately. His arm snakes around your waist, your bodies still sticky but it feels nice. “I didn’t really comprehend the ‘caught up in heaven’ until right now. Because–”

“No, don’t say it,” you shake your head.

“Because you’re my angel,” he smiles and you groan at his pun but love that you can be goofy together.

“You’re ridiculous,” you snicker pinching his hip. “But that’s why I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

You continue kissing and caressing each other’s bodies as the rainstorm continues on outside and soon the kisses turn deeper and more sensual. Then you’re rolling on top of him, pinning his wrists to his sides with a grin.

“My turn.”

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anagirl-23 · 11 months

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Lyrics that make me think of my ed and make me cry

"Shut up, count your calories. I never looked good in mom jeans. Wish I was like you. Blue-eyed blondie, perfect body. Maybe I should try harder" -Prom Queen, Beach Bunny

"Why do I always spill? I feel it coming out my throat, guess I better wash my mouth out with soap" -Soap, Melanie Martinez

"And I could lie say I like it like that, like it like that. But nothin' is better sometimes" -When the party's over, Billie Eilish

"Then hate my reflection, for years and years. I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost" -The Archer, Taylor Swift

"I can change everything about me to fit in...And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why. I've never been a natural, all I do is try try try" -Mirrorball, Taylor Swift

"I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room, 'cause all I see are girls too good to be true. With paper white teeth and perfect bodies. Wish I didn't care. I know that beauty's not my lack but it feels like that weight is on my back" -Jealousy Jealousy, Olivia Rodrigo

"Everybody wants you. But I don't like a hold rush. What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?" -Gold Rush, Taylor Swift

"You say to me your jeans don't fit. You don't feel pretty and it's hard to miss" -Perfect Now, Louis Tomlinson (the whole song brings me so much comfort, I can't put it onto words)

"And she's got that body, always gotta flaunt it. Everybody's looking up. When she walks by you wanna be her" -Prom Queen, Molly Kate Kestner

"They say these are the golden years but I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe" -Brutal, Olivia Rodrigo

"Pill diet, piell diet. If they give you a new pill then you will but it. If they say to kill yourself then you will try it. All the make-up in the world, won't make you less insecure. You got weights in your pockets when you go to the doctor's" -Sippy Cup, Melanie Martinez

"I'm a soldier who's returning half her weight" -All too well (10 minute version), Taylor Swift

"From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes. I have my blood, sweat and tears for this. I hosted parties and starved my body. Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss. The jokes weren't funny" -You're on your own kid, Taylor Swift

"She wants to feel like she did before. She looks into her mirror wishing someone could hear her, so loud" -Mirrors, Niall Horan

"Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby. And I'm a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out" -Anti-Hero, Taylor Swift

"You never want to know how much you weight. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me" -Little Things, One Direction

"I wanna eat, I wanna stay thin. I wanna dance but I gotta stay in. Hey, skinny skinny, don't you think about the futur. Hey, skinny skinny too bad, too bad" -Skinny Skinny, Ashton Irwin

And the whole fucking song Smaller than this by Sara Kays, like, every damn line

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afatallovesong · 2 years

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Dear Diary

An Ashton Irwin one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW

Super short overstimulation fic bc I could

Word Count: 1024

You took a mental picture of the situation. You could see the note already scrawled out underneath it, like the entry to a diary. It was a confession, a shocking event worth documenting. Your body had never reacted to him like this. Where your legs usually split like an open invitation for his love, today you found them fighting to close. To force him out. To take a breather from his torture. You’d ached around his fingers. You’d given him the best that you could. Your hips no longer wished to shake. Your core no longer enjoyed the burn of a coming orgasm. You were spent. Nothing left to give but the twitching if your hips, the involuntary clenching around his already soaked digits.

“Come on, open up for me.” He beckons you. He toys with you. Both your thighs were tightened around his arm and yet he had enough strength to remain in place. “Feel you pulsing.” His other hand trickles down your thigh, toward your hip. Chills run across your scorching hot skin. “Know you can give me more.” Despite his threats before he’d softened to reel you in. “Just let me in.” He’s caressing your hip, grabbing, and releasing, kneading into you with his soft hands. Your legs loosen their grip against your will. He’d smile but the battle wasn’t over yet.

“I can’t, I can’t.” You’re panting, writhing as his fingers curl inside you. Your head is spinning, you’re thrashing around, and he just used his spare hand to fasten you into the mattress. You’re enthralled at the strength he’s shown. You’d appreciate it if he wasn’t overstimulating you. You hoped you’d go numb. He’d worked you so hard you broke and couldn’t be used anymore. You wouldn’t have to fight against your next orgasm and the toll it took on your body. The absolute wreckage of them.

“You wanted this; you wanted me to use you.” You blocked that conversation from your mind 3 orgasms ago. You’d said something vaguely along those lines, you couldn’t quite recall it at this moment in time, but he’d certainly help you with that. “Need you so bad,” he mimics, leaning down, his face lowering to the crook of your neck where he kissed between sentences. “Need you to fuck me. Need your cock.” You’re shaking your head, you refused to acknowledge it even if that was the truth. “Want you to use me baby please.” He whines and pouts towards the end and your legs are loosening again, letting him fuck a little deeper. Did you have any power at all?

“Well, I’m going to use you, and you’re going go like it.” The breath fluttering over your earlobe has your cunt clenching. You feel his smirk against your skin, and he thinks he’s won but he’s not there yet. You didn’t have it in you. You thought you’d never cum again for the rest of your life. You just throbbed and burned, maybe even stung from the constant pounding. You were soaked for sure, no doubt about that, but the consistent motion and friction, you’d be sore for days, limping too probably. “Thought you were there, weren’t you there sweetheart?” You shake your head with a sob. When he pulls back, sitting up again, you think he too, might be ready to cry.

“You want me to fuck you all night but don’t have the decency to cum on my fingers? Hmm. How will I know you can take this cock if you can’t even take these. So, fucking ungrateful baby, that hurts.” You let out a choked sob at the thought of him fucking you even after all this. Never mind aching for days, it’ll be weeks, months, and years. You could say goodbye to walking ever again. There was no way you’d see the outside of this room for at least 3 years at this rate.

He’s bending them gorgeous fingers inside again and your pulse skyrockets before your back arches from the bed beneath his grasp. “There it is, let it out baby.” You’re trying to squeeze your thighs again but it’s no use. Its hurtling towards you and there’s no signs of stopping it. “Come on baby that’s it, good girl, cum for me.” You’re crying, tears burning down your cheeks as you feel your whole body burst before disintegrating into nothingness. It’s as if you pushed yourself over the edge of a cliff, to fall and not acknowledge the trip down. You were in your subconscious. Here but not here. Floating away from him. You saw him but couldn’t register his voice, just this ringing in your ears, the blurry noise of the images before you. Your lover stroking your cheek, no longer talking, just looking at you with nothing but kindness and concern.

You’re drifting away. You hadn’t felt your rapid breaths, your panicked expression, nor the way your hips were cracking as you dropped them to the mattress. You’re so faded you took a while to notice he’d slipped from the room to grab a hot flannel for you. He’s cleaning you up, rubbing over your bruised cunt, your soaked thighs. He’s swapping the flannel for a cooler one, tackling the sweat coating your chest, just dabbing it away before moving it towards your brow, then to pat your nose as you stir back round.

He’s ogling at you, but you feel like a sick patient with a nurse here to tend to your every need instead of a cared for girlfriend. “I love you.” Is what you try to say but with the coarseness of your dehydrated throat, you hardly say a word at all. He’s already hopping off the bed to grab a glass of water before you even attempt to request one. He’s slipping his hand under your neck, lifting it toward the glass he leant softly against your lips before tilting it, allowing the water to flow between your puffy pink lips.

Your eyes roll back at the sharpness of the cool beverage. The water soothed the scratchiness in your throat and the dryness of your tongue, proving a hero for your oral needs but God there was so much it couldn’t do for you. You could scarcely move, feel your limbs at all actually. Not to mention you couldn’t focus on anything but the stray curls sticking to his forehead as if they were glued there purposefully. “I love you.” You croak again. He’s fighting a smile at your poor attempt. “I love you.” He says sweetly, eyes raking over your face, memorising each feature exactly as it was now, natural. He’d also be taking an image for his diary entry. “I’d love you more if you were hydrated.”

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nicksbestie · 2 years

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hi! you should totally a story inspired by kill my time with any of the boys really✨

If I Could, I Would

pairing: ashton irwin x reader

warnings: depression, mental health issues

word count: 657

summary: reader finds themselves highly upset, and looks to ashton for comfort.

I kinda took this one and made it sad even tho KMT is a upbeat song. I was being a little self indulgent. Hope you love!!

You were standing outside his front door, regretting your decision to show up. You knew Ashton had told you “if you’re feeling bad, call me. If I don’t answer, come over.”

So you did. You took him literally, hoping on everything that he wouldn’t be angry. You knew he was home, his car was visible, and many lights were on. But you hadn’t knocked. Or even texted. He had no clue you were on his stoop in the rain, on the verge of tears. You hated to admit it but you needed him.

You finally sucked up your anxiety and knocked, almost hoping it would go unheard. It didn’t, and the door swung open, revealing a confused Ashton.

“Baby? What are you doing here? And why are you outside?”

He looked genuinely concerned, but you took his words to mean you weren’t welcome and your face fell. He immediately noticed and acted quickly to reassure you, stepping out to pull you into a hug.

“No, no, no! You’re always welcome here angel. I was just worried about you since your out here at night in the rain and didn’t text me. Come in?”

You took him up on the offer, letting him throw an arm around your waist and gently guiding you to the couch inside. He wrapped you in a blanket and went to go get something warm for you to drink. He came back with two cups of hot chocolate, yours topped with marshmallows the way you loved it. You almost starting crying again at the simple thing.

He frowned. Seeing you so upset was hurting him, though he knew it couldn’t be worse than your feelings. He could see no physical injury, so he knew it had to be mental or emotional, and going off your silence, he was guessing mental. He sat next to you and pulled you into his lap, not giving a slightest fuck that your clothes and blanket were soaked from the pouring rain.

“You wanna talk sweetheart?”

His words were slightly muffled by your head, as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of it. You guided his arms around your torso; he got the memo and held you tighter.

“I had a really bad day. It got worse when I was home at night and I was alone. I’m trapped in my own brain. It’s like a long hallway of shadows that make me feel like I’m walking to nowhere. I don’t feel

good Ash.”

You were holding back new waves of tears. Ashton turned your face towards his and wiped away budding tears with his thumbs before softly kissing you.

“I’m so sorry to hear that. I love you so much, beyond anything you’ll ever know, and I know you’re stronger than what you’re facing. I have full confidence that you will end up happy. Everything must get worse before it gets better. Things have to pick up speed going downhill to get up the next one. I’ll be here for you, any time you need me. You are an absolute angel to me, and I want nothing but happiness for you.“

You began to cry again.

“I’m sorry for bothering you with this. Being with you feels like I’m alive again, but I shouldn’t be so dependent on you.”

He quickly cut off your rant.

“I told you I was here when needed. You needed me. You came over. I will always welcome you with open arms and love, no matter the situation. You’re never a bother to me baby. There’s nobody I’d rather kill my time with than you. Stay here tonight?”

You agreed. A night tangled in sheets and love was just why you wanted. And that’s exactly what you got. Curled up when the sun came up, you found Ashton still hugging you, as if he could fix everything with his arms. And you knew, if he could, he would.

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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Comfort Masterlist

All My Friends (ao3) - Headgehog_Louis007 michael/calum, luke/ashton G, 2k

Summary: Having an anxiety attack on your birthday is less than ideal, but it helps when your boyfriend knows what to do, and spending the day with your favorite people makes you feel better.

Baby (ao3) - awesomek1998 michael/calum N/R, 877

Summary: Calum's absolutely terrified for their first show, but Michael knows how to help his baby.

Comfort Crowd (ao3) - valiantnerd (arareads) luke/calum G, 831

Summary: He’s acquainted with comforting Luke, everyone around him is. Luke’s just the kind of person who likes reassurance and who starts to catastrophize and spiral if he doesn’t receive it often enough. What Calum’s unacquainted with is the helplessness strewn all over Luke’s face, and his heart won’t calm down for long enough for him to come up with a game plan; so, he’s left there staring at Luke as if the answer to both their troubles might be encoded in one of the small sighs, he lets out every so often.

Calum finds Luke crying and does his best to help out.

Daddy's little boy (ao3) - Malum calum/ashton N/R, 985

Summary: Sometimes Ashton would get so caught up he forgot it wasn't just about him.

i'll be your eyes (you be my face) (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: 'cause darling, i get scared for you, and i'm not busy anyway.

It’s unspoken, but Luke is pretty sure they’re trading off on who gets to have a breakdown every week. (Or, Luke and Ashton help each other. Heal each other. Same thing.)

it's going to be okay - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/ashton G, 4k

Summary: Michael is a big name celebrity, in the same group as Harry Styles and Taylor Swift. He has supportive husband Ashton by his side, but not everything is sunshine and rainbows for the couple.

Lonely Eyes (ao3) - punchinginadream luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: "If you need a little sunshine, you can borrow some of mine." / ashton is sad and he doesn't know why he's sad which makes it that much worse and he feels like he's drowning but luckily luke knows how to keep ashton above water

mirrorball (ao3) - no_clue_who T, 1k

Summary: The zoom call was less than ideal. They had been told that the tour was going to be pushed back, this summer is too soon for everything to be cleared out and safe. Ashton knew that they were all upset at what happened, Calum and Michael both hung up the second they could to cement how upset they were. Luke hadn’t said a word since they got told about the postponement, just sitting there in silence.

no love sincerer (than the love of food) (ao3) - TempestRising N/R, 4k

Summary: 5 times One Direction fed 5 Seconds of Summer / 1 time One Direction needed feeding.

PRETTY (ao3) - lvclei G, 1k

Summary: Michael just likes pretty flowers, what's so wrong with that?

red line (who am i?) (ao3) - jetblackash calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Ashton Irwin rides the Red Line to escape his thoughts.

Calum Hood finds him.

sending shivers right down my spine (ao3) - mukelftv luke/calum T, 836

Summary: luke and calum move in together.

sit back and i’ll drive you to (all the pretty places) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor)

Summary: After Luke has the worst summer ever, his boyfriend suggests that they get out of town together and make the best of the summer they have left.

speak soft (ao3) - orphan_account G, 1k

Summary: luke and ashton are roommates. luke has a headache and ashton doesn't like seeing him in pain.

Weight Of The Wrong Skin (ao3) - cthheaven N/R, 1k

Summary: After the 5sauce skit, the dress he wore gets Luke reconsidering a lot of things in his life.

Or, the one where Luke realizes he's trans.

wherever I am, I'll come running (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) michael/ashton T, 4k

Summary: If he’s being honest, Ashton doesn’t know what to do either. Out of Michael’s closest friends he’s the only one who doesn’t have a dog, the least likely to have a vet on speed dial, the least likely to have something like this happen to him before. But instead of calling Luke or Calum for help, he called Ashton.

Because if there’s one thing Ashton does know how to do is take care of Michael.

Whispers Would Deafen Me Now (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Sometimes life is hard for Luke. At least there's always Ashton

you'd tell me I'd be just fine (I know better now) (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: “Can you drive?” Luke asks, picking at the skin around his nails absently, eyes still locked on Ashton. He pulls at a piece of skin hard enough that it stings, and even though he doesn’t look down, he knows it’s bleeding. The ache is minimal though, covered by numbness that refuses to let the pain breathe freely.

“Are you okay?” Ashton counters, brows furrowed deeply.

“Can you drive?” Luke says again, turning to look out the windshield, pretending Ashton isn’t there as he finally shifts the car into drive with a sigh.

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an-emotional-blender · 9 months

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Ashton Irwin - Everything Was Fine

This is really fucking sad. I cried while writing it. Probably gonna do a part 2 cause there is so much more I wanna write about this

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"We should have a baby." Ash speaks so casually as he sits on the couch next to me, nearly making me spit out my water. This makes him laugh at me. "C'mon. Imagine eight little mini us's running around." This did make me spit out my water.

"Eight!? I don’t know who you think is gonna birth you eight children but I can tell you right now it won't be me." He looks at me and laughs before walking over and pulling me up from my chair. He wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles his head in my neck before speaking again.

"Fine. I guess I could settle for three. So long as they're coming from you, I don't really mind."

"We can just get dogs to make up the rest." Ash laughs again as he unwraps himself from me and walks over to where his phone has begun ringing on the table.

"Let's try and get through the wedding first, hey?" It's now my turn to laugh at him and sit back down as he answers the call. "Hey mate. What's up?...Hang on let me check…Babe do we have anything planned for tonight?" I think for a sec and shake my head. "Nah mate." He says talking back into the phone. I take this chance to go inside and start on some dishes, turning the music up as I go.

While I'm doing the dishes, the music is so loud that I don't even hear Ash come back inside and only realise he's there when I turn around to see him sitting at the island staring at me with his head on his hand and a cocky smirk playing at his lips.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Ash. You just gave me a fucking heart attack." I lean on the counter with my hand over my rapidly beating heart, while he laughs at me. Again.

"That wasn't my intention. I was just admiring my beautiful fiancée as she forgets about the fact that she lives under the same roof as someone who likes to scare people."

"Asshole."

"You love it." I give him a sarcastic smile and throw a tea towel at him, hitting him in the face. "Anyway, that was Mikey on the phone. He wants to know if we wanna have dinner at their place tonight."

"That'd be great. I haven't seen Crys in so long." Ash looks at me and raises his brow. "I mean it'd be good to spend time with you and Mikey as well, I guess."

"You make us sound terrible."

"The last time I was in the same room as you and Mikey, you both went out of your way to scare me the whole time." This sends him into hysterics as he almost falls off the barstool, and I have to restrain myself from smiling at the loud, bottomless laugh we have all come to know and love.

"Okay you've gotta admit, some of them were really good." I just rolled my eyes at him and went back to the dishes. "Anyway, we're heading to theirs at 4:30. I'll drive." With that he comes over and kisses my cheek, walking away, probably to get ready considering it's already 3:45. I finish up the last of the dishes and head to the bedroom to do the same.

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9 o'clock comes around and we're all having the time of our lives.

"Do you know what we need?" We all turn our heads to look at Michael with questioning looks. "Alcohol" Ash and I cheer at him while Crystal just laughs.

"Bub, we don't have any."

"Since when?"

"Since we drank it all the other night." Crystal replies while laughing at her husband.

"Oh, yeah."

"You and I can go and get some aye, Mikey?" Ashton says looking over at his friend.

"Yeah alright. We'll be right back, m'ladies." Michael yells as Ash drags him out of the house.

"Drive safe!!" Crystal and I yell back in unison, laughing at the boys behaviour.

Little did we know.

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They've been gone for an hour. They should've been back by now. We're starting to worry.

"Hey Ash, it's me again. Are you guys okay? You've been gone for ages. Can you just call me back or get Michael to call me? Or call Crystal. Just either of us. We're worried. Okay. I love you." I hang up the phone and sigh after leaving the fourth voicemail on Ash's phone. Then Crystal yells out.

"Hey! Mikey's calling!" I rush over to where Crys's standing as she answers the call, putting it up to her ear. "Mikey! What's up? Are you guys okay?....What?...Oh my gosh is he okay?..." She looks over at me with a mixture of fear and sadness in her eyes, and I know something bad has happened. "Okay. We'll be there soon." She hangs up and looks at me. "They were in an accident. They're at the hospital. Mikey's okay but Ash…not so much." There are tears in her eyes as she speaks softly, like I'm going to break if she speaks too loud.

"Well what are we still doing here then?" I turn to rush out the door when she stops me.

"Hey. Just prepare yourself okay. From what I was told, he's pretty bad." Maybe I will break.

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When Crystal and I arrive at the hospital, we see Mikey in the waiting room, sporting a cast and red, puffy eyes. Something's not right. He spots us and walks over, hugging Crystal carefully with his cast, before turning to me.

"It was a drunk driver. T-boned us at the lights. Ash was driving so he got the brunt of it. He's not doing very well." He steps closer and puts his good hand on my shoulder. "They don't know if he's going to pull through. I'm so sorry."

"What? No, of course he's gonna pull through, Mikey, you don't know what you're talking about." I removed his hand from my shoulder and walk away shaking my head. He'll be fine. Just then, nurses start frantically running and yelling towards one of the critical unit rooms near the waiting room and I look at Mikey. His face has gone pale seeing what room they're running to. "Mikey?" He doesn't respond. "Michael!" He turns. A fresh wave of tears and are now streaming down his face and he looks horrified. My voice is weak. "Is that his room?" He nods.

Then, amongst the chaos, we hear it. The sound of a monitor flatlining. The chaos stops. The monitor stops. The nurses start to file out of the room with solemn looks. And then I hear the most heartbreaking sentence ever. It's only faint, but I still hear it.

"Patient 1574, Ashton Fletcher Irwin. Time of death 10:46pm. Dr. Brown, please go and inform the group in the waiting room." And with that a doctor walks over to us.

"Are you all here for Mr Irwin?" We can only nod. "I am so sorry but unfortunately his injuries were too severe and he lost too much blood. We weren't able to stabilise him enough to save him. I am so sorry for your loss. He will be kept in that room for the next 20 minutes so you can all say goodbye before he is moved to the morgue." With that she walks away and I break.

My legs give out on me and I fall to the ground sobbing uncontrollably, not being able to even breathe. Mikey joins me on floor, pulling me into a hug and I feel more people embrace me. I look up to see Luke and Calum, both sharing the same broken and empty expressions. Together we all just sit on the ground sobbing until we all go and see him, one by one, leaving me until last.

"Do you want me to go with you?" I look over and see Mikey standing next to me.

"No. I think I need to do this by myself." I attempt to give him some sort of smile, but I don't manage to.

"Okay. Just come get me if you need me, alright?" I nod. "He was talking about you when it happened. He was telling me about the conversation you guys had this afternoon about kids. I told him he was insane for thinking he'd get eight kids." We both let out a sad chuckle through our tears. "He loved you so much. He has never talked about anything with so much love. You were truly his one true love." Mikey then goes and sits next to Crystal, who immediately comforts him and sends me a sad smile.

Well, this is it.

I walk into his room and see his pale, lifeless body just lying there, and I can't help but think it's wrong. He shouldn't be there. He didn't deserve this. Stepping over to the side of the bed, I grab his cold hand and begin to speak.

"Hi, my love. I am so sorry this happened to you. I would give anything on Earth to get you back. This wasn't meant to happen. Everything was going so amazing. We were gonna get married and have three kids and five dogs." My voice cracks as a sob escapes my lips. "You made my life so much better. I was so close to ending things when I met you. You saved me. You are what has kept me together my whole life. What am I meant to do now?" I take a deep breath and finish up my goodbye. "I love you so fucking much, Ashton Fletcher Irwin. Rest easy, my love." With that I kissed his cheek one last time and leave the room containing my dead fiancée.

"Miss?" As I'm walking back to the waiting room, a man stops me. He has scratches on this face and a cast on his arm, matching the one Michael currently wore. I flinch back as he grabs my arm and he holds his hand up in defence. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." His voice is slightly slurred and his eyes make it look like he isn’t entirely there right now.

"Do you want something?" I didn’t mean to sound rude but I really wasn't in the mood for socialising right now.

"Uh-y-yeah. I-I-um. Is-was he your boyfriend?" I wince at the word 'was' but reply regardless.

"Fiancée. We were meant to get married in two months." The man looks like he's about to cry himself as new tears make their way down my face.

"Miss, I am so sorry." I look at him with confusion as he hangs his head with, what looks like shame. "I was the one that t-boned his car."

Suddenly, everything stops.

"What?"

"I am so sorry. I knew I shouldn't have been driving but I did anyway and-" He doesn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence before I'm screaming at him, getting the attention of everyone around us, including the boys who immediately run over to me, holding me back from lunging at the man - the murderer.

"You killed him! You killed an innocent man! He didn't deserve this! He was a good man and you fucking killed him! He was the only thing that mattered to me!" My voice started dying out as security drags the man away and I am slowly brought to the floor by Michael who is holding me as I continue sobbing in his arms.

"He was my everything. He wasn't meant to die." Michael is stroking my hair trying to get me to calm down as I lose all my strength and just fall into him. "Mikey, what am I meant to do without him?"

"You'll figure out, darling. We'll be right here to help you." "This wasn't meant to happen. Everything was fine."

The last thing I remember was being lifted from the ground, remaining in Michael's arms, as I fell into a deep sleep, that I hoped never to wake from.

Everything was fine. Now, my everything was gone.

#ashton irwin #ashton #irwin #michael clifford #5sos #5 seconds of summer #sad #angst #why do I do this to myself

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ghost-of-you · 2 years

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#5sos #mc #ch #lh #ai #5 seconds of summer #5sosedit #screaming crying multitasking 🥺#7/7 baby we did it #thank you for following me in this journey #i am now emotionally unstable #not that i was actually stable before so #siajsijasijaisjajis #my edit #soulmates #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #calum hood #michael clifford

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louisesdeharry · 3 years

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I'm crying

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notanacousticsetcal · 3 years

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literal angel on earth i can’t even believe he’s real.

#luke hemmings #stop making me cry #5sos #luke 5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #michael clifford #calum 5sos #5 seconds of smut #ashton 5sos #luke #5sos x reader #ashton #ashton irwin #michael #calum #5 sauce #baby angel

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internetaddict104 · 3 years

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When half of 5sos is engaged 😫❤️😭🙌

#ant blogs #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #michael clifford #sierra deaton #crystal leigh #calum hood #ashton irwin #our baby boy Luke is growing up so fast 😭#when ash gets engaged I’m gonna cry he’s my fave so it’ll hurt more

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pxrxmoore · 4 years

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I’m fucking sobbing (x)

#once again i am a kenidra update acc hello i love this woman and also god ashton im??????#kenidra4humanity #ashton irwin #im actually gonna fucking cry #like ??????#oh my god #protective ash is everything to me #a baby????#a sweet baby #god hes such a sweetheart #i just!!!! he loves so loud!!!!! and cares so much!!!!!!#this is so so pure #bp

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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Mother Hen Ashton Masterlist

Close Your Eyes and Listen to my Voice (ao3) - koogolplex luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: Luke is standing in front of, what he thinks to be, somewhere he definitely shouldn't be. The only reason he is about to enter "Nighthawk Tattoo and Piercings", is because he lost a stupid bet to his two stupid friends. Now, Luke is going to get his lip pierced, completely counter intuitive to his current fears and apprehension.

Or Luke gets his lip pierced by an extremely kind and cute boy, who tries to console and make Luke comfortable through the process.

i'll take care of your heart (no matter where we are) (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton T, 628

Summary: “Leave me alone,” Luke whines, trying to bat Ashton’s hand away.

Ashton ignores him and continues pressing his palm to Luke’s forehead. “You’re burning up, Luke.”

I’m Begging You to Be My Safety (ao3) - kayehmwhy luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: “I don’t really tell anyone unless I have to,” the younger said staring at the floor. “It’s not something i’m proud of.”

Or // Luke’s emetophobic, Calum’s airsick, Ashton’s trying to help and Michael’s asleep.

it's like a go-gurt (ao3) - orphan_account G, 905

Summary: What if Luke actually drank the tzatziki sauce?

Keeping Us Together (ao3) - Strength_in_pain T, 91k

Summary: Twenty-two year old Ashton Irwin is the older brother and guardian of his three younger brothers: Michael, Calum, and Luke. He and his brothers are coping with the death of his parents. Ashton has too much responsibility with bills, work, keeping the house in order, and being a full time parent. His three brothers aren't making it easier for him. Ashton is struggling to keep his family together.

Protector (ao3) - starstruk97 luke/ashton M, 4k

Summary: There are certain rules that come with being the eldest of your group of friends, the number one rule being: Always protect your younger friends.

“ From then on, Luke joined the group, and I had someone to protect and look after. Someone to teach and guide. A baby ‘brother’. And it was my favourite thing in the world. Still is. I don’t care how many fist fights, detentions, suspensions and groundings I have received for standing up for him, I don’t and never will regret any of them because each one of them saved my little bro some kind of pain. ”

stick together (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 1k

Summary: When Ashton comes home one night and finds Luke upset due to homesickness, he steps in to comfort him.

taking a stand - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: Luke encounters a rude alpha during a radio interview, and takes a stand for himself. The boys back him. The day ends with pack cuddles.

Thin Walls (ao3) - DontGetTooCloseItsDarkInside Michael/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: “We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU

Too Little (ao3) - starstruk97 T, 2k

Summary: Luke hates being short. Always being told he’s too little or too young. People always baby him, tell him to be careful just because he’s tiny or the youngest. But what’s worse? When your best friends belittle you.

Or Luke is young and short, Ashton is overprotective, Ice hockey is rough, Luke gets hurt, but everything is alright in the end!

would you bail me out if i needed? (ao3) - bellawritess T, 1k

Summary: “They’re where?”

“In jail,” Calum sighs.

You Saved Me (ao3) - CliffordAffliction luke/ashton M, 5k

Summary: After a boy from school causes harm to Luke Ashton’s protective instincts kick in and all he wants to do is make sure Luke feels safe and loved

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #ashton irwin #motherhen!ashton #motherhen!ashton masterlist #masterlists

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