#i love how you draw Ashton's hair

[smuttyaf]

SouthSide Serpent

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: R

features; childhood friends to lovers, loverboy ashton, literally ashton has been pining for y/n, & sum good old smut :)

a/n: idek what to say but hi! i’ve been in retirement for like 4 years and rediscovered this account. i got nostalgic & decided… shit why not write again?

please cut me sum slack tho! i wrote this on my notes app & it’s been years since i’ve written so i would love to hear feedback!

& yes i am hella descriptive and like to build suspense! i can’t help it >.<

also! y/n is heavily based on serena from mtv downtown ( i love her ) & this picture of ashton ( xx )

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The crisp October breeze blew through your hair as the dull taste of your cigarette burns on your tongue; your forefinger and middle finger clenching the nicotine filled paper and pressing it against your lips, drawing in the vapour.

Your head nods along to the music playing before you just two doors down on the opposite side of your street. There was Ashton and his band, either playing covers of their current favourite songs, oldies, or new ones that they’ve all come together and created.

The usual guitar flow and drum beat of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs blasted through the speakers in the garage as the sound of Luke’s voice sang along on top of the tune.

You hum along to the lyrics as you glared in the direction, your lips peeling away from the filter and letting the smoke settle in your lungs before releasing it. The four boys were all dressed in their usual attire: white shirt, black trousers, beat up old chunky Doc Martins, and their signature SouthSide Serpents leather jackets.

As the wind picks up again you let your free hand tear away from your windowsill and tug the flying strays of your hair in front of your face behind your ear, the chipped black polish on your almond nails coming into view as you remind yourself you needed to get them done.

The bridge of the song is now blaring down the street, causing you to raise your cigarette back to your lips and think to yourself, what a coincidence this song is playing; the lyrics, the time frame, and the memories that all come flowing back as you hear the familiar melody.

It was 2009 and Ashton had invited you over during Christmas break to play Garage Band since Santa gifted it to him because that was the only thing he asked for on his wish list. You were both 8, banging on the drums and singing songs that you both were too young to know or remember from when your parents would play them on the drive home from school. But, for some reason this is the song that stuck with you both the most. Maybe it was the easy lyrics or the amazing beat but from then on it had you hooked to this alternative sound.

Now fast forward to a year ago, your now ex boyfriend Xavier was laying on your bed, finger pads heavy weight on your skin as he drew sloppy hearts on your hip. The wire of the headphones tangled between your shoulder and his wrist as you both listened to his playlist. The familiar intro notes to the song beginning to ring throughout the buds and the tug of your maroon lined lips turn into a smile.

“Already like the song?” He asked, brown eyes rested on top of dark circles scattered with freckles as he smirked down at you.

“I love it.” You sheepishly said.

The wind knocks you back into reality as it pushes through your window again, only making you remember how much you loved October; the weather changing, leaves blooming, smell of the rain just before it hit the concrete, the sound of the leaves dragging along the pavement, and the endless horror movie marathons that would run on AMC.

The orange, brown, and green leaves spin in the breeze and rustle along the branches as the sun stood brightly among the houses along the horizon. From your view on the windowsill you can see houses upon houses before you see the local water tower and old plazas that scream they need new merchant signs and fresh cement.

Your eyes flick to the lonesome string popping out of your black long sleeve before the sound of your phone’s text tone goes off, your eyes darting to the message running across the screen.

Stop watching me

Ashton’s text read, making you roll your eyes before placing them on the dark hair boy who had a goofy grin on his face from your view, his drum sticks were stuffed in one had and the other held his lit up phone.

With a smile on yours, you let the hand that rested in the crook of your neck tear away from the warm flesh and your middle finger stand in the air as a response.

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Clothes were thrown in every direction of your room as you let your eyes drag along your frame in the mirror, your loose knitted black sweater hung off one of your shoulders as low waisted charcoal jogging pants rested on your hips. Your hair was in its loose waves as your curtain bangs swept against your temples, your fingers curling into themselves in frustration as you tried to not stress over how you look.

You didn’t want to over enhance your appearance to see Xavier since he wanted to meet up to get “closure” -even though he was the one who called it off despite your many pleas- but you wanted to make him feel bad for even deciding to drop you.

A frustrated sigh left your wine stained lips before turning around and sticking your feet into your ruined Converse. The low muffled sound of Xavier’s Prelude is heard out your window and you feel your heart drop.

You never understood why you always felt this way about him and why you couldn’t just get over this stupid boy who likes to break up with you every other month, a new reason every single time. The constant tears, text threads, and blocking to unblocking seemed to never get exhausting to you because you were always back in the same place, wondering if you overdressed to see your ex for closure.

The chime of Xavier’s specific text tone rings through your room and you already know what it says, so without checking you twisted your foot into your shoe to fit perfectly before you reach over and grasp your phone in your hand and tug your way to the window sill. Fingers pressing the frame up and letting the fall air sweep into your room before crouching down and fitting yourself through the frame and safely scale down the roof, onto the sturdy vine wall filled with dead clematis that prickled on your palms the way down before your feet landed on the short cut grass.

As you turned away from the wall and begin tugging your feet towards the black coupe, your eyes catch on the tall frame standing on their front step as an amber light glows slightly illuminating his face. You already know this is Ashton, so with a slight smile you let your index finger rest against your coated lips, a gesture to him to be quiet.

The only response he gives is his head nodding off to the side with smoke trailing out of his mouth.

The smile quickly falls as your fingers clench the car door handle and tug it open, the smell of him crashing down on you as you sit in the familiar leather, the hum of the engine vibrating under you as the car peels off.

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The tinge of tequila burned on your buds as you felt the room spinning, the sound of chatter and shouts are heard from below you as the bass of Destroy Lonely’s song can be heard in the room you barged into when you gave up on waiting for Tabitha; who said she wouldn’t be long with the curly haired new kid in her history class.

Red solo cup was loosely clenched in your right hand as left was lazily running through your hair at random moments as you laid against the cottage floral bed sheets.

Here you were, back in the same spot you always found yourself in: drunk, heartbroken, and thinking about a boy who doesn’t even care about you. The constant routine of wanting him, then wanting to be far away but craving him every other second burned into your heart. The comfort and familiarity of him that you missed always overlooked every excuse he gave you whenever he broke things off.

Last month he said he needed time to himself, this month he told you that he was confused and didn’t know what he wanted; frankly he lost feelings for you, at least that was what he says now. Those words kept on replaying in your mind as if that was your favourite song. The way he sounded emotionless yet unsure that, that was what he really wanted.

And just with those thoughts, tears were flowing down your temples. Eyes blurring as the voice replayed in your head, the memory of him sitting beside you and saying that, to then recollect memories of how sweet and endearing the boy you loved in the beginning grew cold to your touch and looked into your hopeful eyes with detached ones.

The popcorn ceiling was fuzzy in your sight as the tears spill over your waterline and beads down the sides of your face. You already knew your cheeks were heated up, the liner and eyeshadow that was occupying your bottom lashes was smudged and probably slipping away with the liquid as a sniffle wrinkled through your nose.

God you hated this; the empty feeling of missing someone who you know you shouldn’t want but yet crave so badly. Why him? Why you?

As you were deep in thought you hear the rustle of the door knob before it turns and the music that pours from outside reaches into the empty depths of the room, the sound of footsteps halting and a sharp intake of breath being heard, but you don’t dare look away at the ceiling. Frankly, you could care less about who sees you crying your eyes out on this outdated duvet with ruined make up.

“Fuck my bad!… Wait Y/N?” The recognizable voice of your childhood friend is heard before the door is closing shut.

The weight of him sinks next to you on the bed as you let your eyes close and the final stream of tears leave your eyes.

“I look desperate don’t I.” You state, voice raspy from the strain in your throat as the usual feeling of a ball is formed.

“I think you look sad,” He points out, making you snort as the hand that was lazily playing in your hair tears away and feels the sheet below you.

“No shit,” You mumble before letting your eyes peel open.

“You and Xavier broke up again?” Ashton questions, the sound of his zippers clashing from his jacket as he shuffles around.

You only hum in response before you let both of your arms sit you up on the bed, your back standing straight as your hands cradle the solo cup. Your eyes stare down at your ruined pantyhose beneath your mini lace black skirt before they flicker to look at the hazel boy.

Eyes connecting with yours, you hear his breath hitch as he draws in your appearance. Cheeks with a glow of cherry red sweeping the bones under your eyes that are damp with black eyeshadow, your eyes were still puffy and red rimmed as they batted slowly up at him.

“He doesn’t know what he wants,” You let out, your eyes rolling before letting your plum coloured lips take a sip of the warm mixture of Pepsi and tequila.

“Oh?” He says in confusion, bushy eyebrows coming together trying to figure out how that could be since he saw you two together three nights ago.

“I’m so sick of being with these screwed up guys all the time,” You state, hand tearing away from the cup to dig your nails into the rips of your stockings.

“Really?”

“I have such crummy luck or taste? What is it with girls like me? All a guy has to say is, he can’t express his feelings or he listens to Deftones and it’s like my head tips right over and my brain start to slip out of my ear.”

Ashton lets out laugh, the beer bottle he’s holding by the neck resting on his knee as he stares down at you. “So which one is Xavier?”

“Both,” You scoff while sticking out your tongue in disgust.

“You know… if you wanted to, I’m sure you could have a different great guy to go out with every night,” Ashton assures, a smirk tugging on your lips as you decide to ignore the glint of promise in his eyes.

“No way, I’ve always been a mess. Remember Cleo?” Your second boyfriend that seemed to be stuck on your hip but ironically found someway to cheat on you every weekend yet you still dumbly went back to him every. single. time.

The feeling of your sheer button up rubs against your arm as you let your hand fall against your hip and feel your black crop top tight to your skin.

“Maybe you just need to talk to someone who isn’t your usual type,” Ashton points out. Your head nods a few beats as your thick wedged heeled boots run over the wooden flooring.

“Maybe I’ll be luckier if I tried dating someone nice for a change,” Voice hopeful as your eyes dart away from the bubbly dark liquid into Ashton’s brown hues.

“Nice guys,” Ashton says with a smile, both of his hands tearing away from his knees as if to gesture to himself in this equation.

A laugh escapes your lips before your eyes run over Ashton’s frame from head to toe.

“What are you getting at Irwin?” You say with a pointed brow, playing stupid to the implication.

“Oh nothing..” He sings while tearing his eyes from yours, toothy smile still spread on his lips before he takes a swing of his beer.

You shake your head with annoyance before your hazy eyes look down at your lap, your hands resting on the cup and drumming a random tune.

“Honestly Y/N… I think you’re a really great girl and…. I just think maybe…” His words a scrambled mess and trailing off. You smile to yourself before turning to look back at him.

“Mm?” You question, the fifteen percent liquor coursing through your bloodstream and giving you confidence as you lean into this chest, eyes never tearing away from his. Because if Ashton was going to give you hopeful eyes and stuttering speeches you might as well put the ‘nice guy’ to the test and see if he was really about what he said.

That only made his lips break into a smirk, his tongue sneakily gladding along his bottom lip to wet it before looking into you daringly.

That only made you squish your plucked eyebrows together in question. How did the stuttering boy from just a view seconds ago all of a sudden turn cocky and confident? How many drinks did he have? Or was it the weed that clung to his jacket that gave him the boost.

“I think you should give me a chance,” He nips back, and before you can even respond to him, you watch his neck crane down and press his lips against yours.

The crisp taste of his beer stung your lips as they opened and immediately danced along with his tongue. White liquor and brown meeting together to taste each other and leave an acquired flavour in your mouths.

You hummed along to the feeling of his tongue circling against yours before peeling away and molding your lips to sink against each other. Your heart was beating through your chest, nails now digging into your plastic cup and head ducked back as you continue to press your mouth against his.

The feeling of his cold hand pressing against your neck caused you to shudder and tear away from his lips for a second, your eyes peeling open as they look in front of you. Black hair loosely falling on his forehead, the smell of his husky cologne clogging your senses, and the feeling of his fingers now dancing along the back of your neck.

“What are we doing Ash?” You breathe against his lips.

“Something that I’ve always wanted to do,” He says, making your heart launch. You bite down on your bruised lip and tear your eyes away from his, your stomach twist as you try and gain some self control as you almost fling yourself on top of him.

Something that he always wanted to do? You never really found yourself desirable to the point we’re men would see you in that type of light? But maybe what Ash said was just a simple lie, just so he can get what he wants and frankly you don’t even care. You’ve heard lies your whole entire life when it came to boys and this wasn’t any different, maybe you should just let your mind shut off from your stupid ex and just be in the moment for once.

So with that final thought, not having a care in the world, you drop the red cup in your hand and let your lips launch back onto his. Ashton follows your movements and the sound of the nearly empty beer bottle drops onto the hard wood, his right hand now resting along your neck as you both kiss each other.

Warm breaths, beating hearts and the sound of music is the only thing heard in the room as you lick into each others mouths. Soon you feel the weight of Ashton nudging you to lay back on the bed as he lies on top, you feel the cold zippers from his jacket press against your skin and all you can do is moan.

The feeling of his left hand tears away from the hairs on the nape of your neck and dance down your collar bone before letting it cup your breast in his hand, kneading the soft tissue which only makes another moan slip through you.

He pulls away from your lips and begins to suck and press kisses along your pulse, your hands that lie by your side now running up the sleeves of his jacket and into his hair.

A whimper spills out as you feel his hand tug your tank down and free your naked breast, he engulfs it in his cold palm making you let a shaky breath escape before you’re curling your fingers in his hair, the feeling of him twisting your nipple makes you bite down on your bottom lip. The pleasurable pain you feel running up your spine making your shoulders slightly buck off the bed.

“Hmm…” Ashton hums in your neck before tearing away, his eyes once such a light brown and green hue, now a chestnut and forest green colour filled with lust.

Your fingers tug away from his hair as he now descends down your body, his warm lips pressing kisses to your exposed skin as you let your hands tear your blouse and tank off. Your eyes never leaving his as he watches you undress. His lips now press against your pieced belly button as his fingers tear away from your chest and roughly takes your skirt by the band and peels it down your hips, your stockings following soon after.

Not wasting a moment he lets his mouth press against you covered core, lips pressing small kisses against your heat making you quietly moan. You wanted so desperately to tug Ashton into you and make him start devouring you right there but instead you let your hands trail back into his hair and play around with his locks.

Small kisses soon turn into open mouth licks, his wet muscle running up and down your clothed slit that it had your head digging back into the sheets, your legs spreading wider and whimpers endlessly trailing out.

“Ash.. please..” The words slip out so quiet that you assume he didn’t hear from the pulsing music below you, but instead your met with the feeling of his finger pulling your panties to the side and his tongue finally meeting you were you desired.

It circles around your clit gently before you feel his lips suck it into his mouth, a moan drawls from your throat due to the sensation. Soon enough, he’s letting his mouth discover the way you taste which only elects a moan from him. His tongue now dipping in between your two lips and curling around your insides.

“Oh my,” You moan as your fingers dig into his hair, eyes closing shut as you begin to slowly move your hips to the movement of his tongue.

The feeling of his right hand breaks away from your thigh and flows to your hips, his nails leaving small indents as you feel his other hand move away from your panty and rub against your clit.

The feeling of him humming against you sends a vibrating pleasure down your back as he continues to lick you, this only made your toes curl and your hands to fall out of his hair and onto his leather shoulders.

“Fuck,” You moan, your hands tugging him gently away from you as you feel your climax about to overcome your nerves.

And just as you feel it on the tip of your toes, the mouth between your legs pulls away beginning to press wet kisses up your thigh, his hand that once laid against your heat now meeting with the other at your hips.

A groan leaves you as your eyes tear open and look down at him. He mischievously looks up at you, his kisses now run up your stomach once again to lead to your neck.

“Upset?” He teases, only making you shudder at the rasp in his voice.

“I want you Ash,” You say breathlessly, turning your head to knock his out the way and look him in the eyes. “Please,” You utter, fingers now leaving his shoulders and brushing against his rip cage covered by his white tee.

Without any hesitation, Ashton is pulling away from your embrace and leaning back. He shrugs off his jacket, tugs his shirt over his head, his fingers going to the back of his baggy jeans to pull out his wallet to dig through before you see a gold package flash. If your cheeks could burn any brighter they differently would.

The mixture of his clothes and yours are strung through out the room, both of your shoes kicked to the bottom of the bed as he now shuffles his way back up to his original position.

Without question your hand meets the band of his boxers as you begin to inch them down his waist, wanting to return the favour.

“I think that can wait love, I rather be in you right now,” He breathes against your neck, only making your heart stutter. A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as you feel him twist around and lay on his side, his hands laying on your hips, turning you into the same position.

Your head rested on his arm as your back laid against his chest, hips aligned with each other as the feeling of his smell overcomes you. His knees prop up your legs as you hear the tearing of the condom package.

Deciding to distract yourself you let your eyes fall looking at Ashton. His black hair a tossed mess from your fingers, hazel eyes drawn to wear you both meet as he begins to run his member against your heat.

A whimper leaves your lips as you close your eyes when you feel him push inside, his hand now propping up your thigh as he eases into you.

He nudges your head forward and begins sucking kisses down the expanse of your neck, the feeling of his heart beating against your back and the smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne was filling your nose.

“Feels so good,” He mumbles against your skin, his arm that rested under your head turning slightly as he runs his hand against your wrist and takes your fingers into his, lacing them together as you continue to feel him stretch you out.

You never expected Ashton to have a thick piece but you also didn’t expect to be in this exact position right now, literally. Your childhood friend having his way with you while you were both drunk off each other and the alcohol in your systems.

His hips meet your backside before drawing back and pushing back in, your walls expanding with each thrust as you feel him begin a good pace. Moans begin to fall from your mouth, your eyes fluttering open every few seconds as your skin burns from the bruises soon to appear on your pulse from the black haired man beside you, skin still stuck to his lips.

“You’re moans are so pretty,” He breathes against you, his hand that was holding up your thigh runs up your hips to your chest, letting your leg fall as he takes one of your breasts and squeezes it gently.

All you can do is hum at his words because you’re too overstimulated to speak. The feeling of his thickness drawing in and out of you so heavily has you nodding off at the sensation, his fingers intertwined with yours beings to squeeze them together as the hand that was on your breast meets with his head at your neck.

“You like me fucking you,” He says into your ear as his hand squeezes your throat gently.

You nod your head as you feel your eyes slip close, and you were completely wrecked. He was so dirty yet gentle with you, peppering you with kisses yet digging into you so devilishly that it had your mind distraught.

“You like the way I feel inside you,” He continues, his hand growing more tight around your throat.

“Ash…” You say breathlessly, as your hand that rested against the bed sheets rises up and places it against the one making you breathless but encouraging your climax.

“Mm I like the way you feel around me,” He eggs on, and that makes you cry out, your back pushing pack and meeting his hips.

The feeling of your stomach twitching and legs quivering to close makes your head tip back even more against Ashton as you feel your orgasm on the brink.

That has him taking his hand away from your throat and slips it to lift your thigh back up as he continues to thrust into you, his lips press more kisses against your neck.

Your toes curl as the knot in your stomach expands and releases, the satisfying sensation washing over you as you let a deep breath break through your lips with a moan.

“Fuck,” Ashton hisses as he feels you twitch around him, the contractions from your high throwing him into his; his hips stutter before rocking back into you slowly, teeth gently digging into your skin, his breath being blown over the expanse of it.

The thickness of him slips out which causes your eyes to open, his hand dropping your thigh to wrap around your hips as his head buries into your neck.

The room is quiet for a moment as the only thing that can be heard is your hearts calming down and the chatter from down below.

“I would give you more kisses but I’ve made a mess on your neck,” His voice vibrates against you, that only makes you let out a broken laugh.

“I don’t even wanna know what it looks like,” You reply, your hand that rested on the duvet linking with his that rest along your stomach.

This felt nice, the amazing sex and cuddling session after. The room just being quiet and the only thing that can be heard is your breaths and beating hearts. This was so spontaneous that you still can’t even wrap your mind around what happened.

“How would you feel about doing this more often?” Ashton says after a few minutes, his chest moving as he pulls his head away from your neck to lie back against the pillows.

Having casual sex with him? You ponder on the idea. It was definitely one of the best you have ever had, he felt amazing and checked off every box when it came to how to please you. You couldn’t even lie and say that you didn’t find Ash attractive, you are also now officially single, free to due what we you wanted, so fuck it.

“Like… Friends with benefits?” You say, your thumb running against his hand still linked with yours by your head.

“Yeah, friends with benefits,” He confirms.

You let your head swish from side to side as you feel the burning sensation of his love bites strain against your neck as you let out a sarcastic hum to yourself as if you’re thinking it over.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

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[lovebombs4life]

cheer up - a.f.i.

requested: naur, listening to chase atlantic rn

a/n: tralalala my eyes are dry

cw: SMUT!!! praise, dirty talk, name calling, slight choking, orgasm denial, oral (m), car sex, unprotected p in v, disapproving parents, black hair ashton is so 🫥🫥

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“goodnight, y/n. ashton.” my father said as we left their house. i bit my lip, sighing as we got in the car. i knew my parents wouldn’t approve of ashton, but i'm an adult, i’m old enough to make my own choices.

they didn’t like how ashton watched my every move, squeezed my hand or leg softly, they didn’t like his tattoos. they just didn’t like him. i wish i knew why.

i threw my head back against the head rest, huffing as ashton pulled out of the driveway. “i’m sorry. i didn’t think they’d treat you like that, ash.” i frowned, looking over at him.

he shrugged, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. “it’s whatever. they don’t have to approve of me.” he said blandly. i bit the inside of my cheek, putting my hand near the center console, waiting for him to grab my hand.

he let his hand fall to mine, squeezing it. “i love you.” i spoke, kissing his hand. he smiled softly at my action.

“i love you too, y/n. always know how to make me smile.” he said, glancing at me quickly before shifting his eyes back to the road. i let go of his hand, resting it on his thigh. he tensed up at the feeling.

i drug my hand up his thigh, palming him through his jeans. his breathe hitched, grabbing my hand again. “keep that up and see what happens, baby.” he said sternly.

i smirked slightly, drawing my hand back for a minute before having it land back on his thigh, trailing up once more. “you’re grazing dangerously, darling.” he glared at me. i slid down in my seat, unbuckling his belt before sliding my hand down into his boxers.

his cock twitched as i wrapped my hand around his, sliding my thumb over his tip. he bucked his hips slightly, before pulling over. he unbuckled quickly, grabbing my hand from in his jeans, and my other free hand.

“in the back.” he demanded. i crawled back quickly, watching as he moved back there with me. i laid back against the door, his lips colliding with mine roughly. his nails dug into my hips as he grabbed them, making me gasp.

he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, wrestling with mine. he pulled back, biting my bottom lip. i moaned as he attacked at my neck, sucking at my skin.

“such a fuckin slut. you need my cock that bad?” he asked. i nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes. “i’m sorry, what was that?” he said, wanting a verbal response from me.

“yes sir, want your cock, wanna taste you.” i cried, cupping him through his jeans once again. he groaned, pushing his jeans down. i pulled down his boxers, allowing him to sit down. i lowered myself, grabbing his dick before stroking it a few times.

he breathed out a moan, looking down at me. his dark curls fell in front of his face. i licked at his tip, before taking him into my mouth. he thrusted upwards, grabbing my head.

i moaned around him, his cock going down my throat. “fuck baby, you like that? like my cock filling your throat?” he asked, guiding my head as he pulled my hair.

i moaned in response before he pulled my head up, making me look at him. saliva dripped from my lips onto his thighs as my mouth hung open. “such a good little slut. taking my cock so well. think you deserve a reward?” he teased, his free hand sliding my shirt up, pushing my bra above my chest.

he tweaked my nipples, kneeling my breasts. i nodded before speaking. “yes sir, been such a good girl.” i gasped, looking into his eyes.

he bit his lip, lifted me to the seat next to him, pulling my jeans down quickly, my panties going along with them. he grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his lap. he moved my hips against his lap, his cock sliding between my folds.

i moaned as his cock rubbed against my clit, trying to move my hips faster. his grip was too tight, making me fail. he chuckled as he lined his cock up with my hole, pushing my hips down to make me sink into his dick. i threw my head back in pleasure, my hands resting on his thighs.

i started bouncing myself on him, moaning. he grabbed at my tits as they bounced, sucking every so often. my head leaned back against the drivers seat, my eyes rolling back.

“god, you look so pretty like that baby. my cock feel good in that pretty little pussy of yours, huh?” he groaned. i nodded violently.

“feels so good, sir, love your cock.” i cried as he thrusted his hips up to meet mine. as he did so, his cock hit deeper inside me. he chuckled as i gripped back at the seat, my eyes fluttering shut.

“fuck, don’t stop, feels so fucking good.” i moaned, biting my lip as my head fell back. he gripped my hips harder, one of his hands meeting my clit.

he applied pressure, his fingers circling around my bundle of nerves. i gasped as his fingers sped up, his hips slamming into me.

i let out a moan that sounded almost pornographic. he leaned his head forward, biting at my skin. i clenched around him, his dick curving up to hit that sponge little spot inside me.

“you gonna cum darling? gonna drip down my cock?” he encouraged, feeling my body loosen up. i nodded my head lazily, my head feeling fuzzy as he continued fucking into me, his hand still rubbing my clit.

“so close, ash, wanna cum.” i cried, my hips jerking forward. he chuckled as he pulled out of me, making me cry. he pulled his jeans back up, climbing back to the front of the car. i laid back against the seats, my eyebrows furrowed, my pussy throbbing.

“what the fuck?” i asked, confused at his actions. he only smirked as he started the car back up.

“you didn’t think i was going to let you cum right here, now did you? want to have you in our own bed where you can watch yourself in the mirror across the room, darling.” he said, letting me lay in the back as he drove the rest of the way home.

i pulled my shirt back down, and lifted my jeans back up. fine minutes later we pulled into the driveway. i instantly got out of the car, rushing to the door. i grabbed out my keys, unlocking the door.

ashton laughed at me as he was still getting out of the car. i ran upstairs, quickly throwing my clothes off, getting on the bed. i stuck my ass in the air, waiting for ashton to walk up.

i heard his slow, heavy footsteps as he made his way upstairs. i looked back at him as he entered the room. he smirked, throwing his shirt off.

“look at you, baby, all pretty for me. now you really deserve a reward.” he spoke darkly, pulling his jeans off, throwing them across the room. he pulled off his boxers, grabbing my hips. he slid his tip against me, quickly slamming into me.

i grasped at the sheets, moaning into the bed, feeling him deeper than he was when we were in the car. he grabbed my hair, pulling my back up towards him, turning my head so i could watch as he fucked me in the mirror.

“look at that gorgeous face. such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” he bit my neck, watching me.

“love your cock, ash, love how big you are.” i whimpered, my head falling against his shoulder. i softly kissed his skin before nibbling at it. he grabbed my throat softly, his cock sliding in and out of me at a fast pace. soft swears fell from my lips as he smacked at my ass.

“taking me so well. how do you feel, huh? am i making you feel good?” he kissed my cheek as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“feels so good, never want it to stop.” i cried. he laughed softly. i clenched around him, making his hips stutter. his hold on me tightened.

“wanna make you cum, sir, can i make you cum?” i asked, looking at him in the mirror. his head was thrown back, curls sticking to his forehead.

“not yet baby, want you to cum first.” he said, letting his hand fall to my clit as it was before. i whimpered at the sensitivity of it all. my stomach tightened, my body falling forward over his arms.

“f-fuck, sir, gonna cum!” i cried, my vision blurring as my thighs shook. my juices flowed down his cock as he continued to pound into me.

my body convulsed as i rode out my high. he pulled out of me, letting me down to the bed gently. my head was turned to the mirror, watching him as he stroked himself, hot, white ropes of his cum shooting onto my back.

he threw back his head, swearing and moaning as he came. i breathed heavily as he fell down on the bed next to me.

“your parents should be glad you have me, otherwise they’d never have grandkids in the future.” he laughed. i turned my head to him smiling, smacking him on the chest playfully.

“you’re so terrible. i love you.” i giggled.

#ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos #5sos5 #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #michael 5sos #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin imagines

[ratinayellowbandana]

this is probably a little too on the nose, but as soon as I saw "color prompt" I thought purple- bc.. well. you know. Though actually reading the prompts under purple all of those have imodna vibes so I think that means it was meant to be

if you want a specfic one, i like 1. "You know you're my best friend, right?", but any of the ones under purple would be cool!!! hope you have fun writing!!!!

woo! this one was very fun and tbh i needed the fluff.

length: ~500 words

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Imogen is drunk. 

It’s only natural, Laudna supposes, after the shitshow of a week they’ve had that they might have a little fun. Imogen has her circlet now, after all, and it has been a gift. The defensiveness that has been ever-present across all the years they’ve known each other has faded from Imogen’s brow. She is at ease here, surrounded by their friends, talking and laughing and swapping jabs across the table. 

F.G.C. is off searching for another round while Fearne leans casually in the corner of the booth, reclining against the backrest with Orym pressed into her furry side. Mister is perched on her shoulder, nuzzled into her neck. His tail flicks her cheek, and she swats at him, tutting, with a loving laugh. 

A curious conversation occupies Orym’s attention, but he smiles and nods at Chetney, who is demonstrating a new-old carving technique he picked up from the Ashari. A toy sword rests in his lap, and he chisels away with impossible speed. Wood shavings cling to his hair and clothing, but he manages to avoid the table, accumulating an impressive pile of dust under his seat instead. Laudna makes a note to tidy it before they move upstairs for the night. 

Imogen is warm against her right side, engrossed in an animated argument with Ashton, who humors her with a smirk and raised eyebrows, nodding along to the point Imogen is making the way you only can when addressing someone who is well beyond your level of inebriation. 

Does Ashton get drunk? Laudna thinks suddenly. If his outsides are made of stone–or titan? Is that a thing one can be made of?–does it affect his insides, too? Can insides be made of stone? Would they absorb alcohol? He eats, certainly, but…

She has a vague notion of asking, but they might not even know, she realizes wondrously. How many people have seen their own insides? Her mind conjures gleeful images of splitting him open to see, revealing stoney intestines and a rock-shelled heart. 

With consent, of course. 

She’s only curious. He might be curious, too, after all, and she doesn’t want to hurt him. 

Imogen squeezes her thigh and draws Laudna back to the present. “Y’alright?” She asks, eyelids drooping ever so slightly.  

“Oh, yes,” Laudna affirms brightly, blinking owlishly, “I was only thinking of Ashton’s insides.”  

They raise an eyebrow. “Gods, you’re weird,” he guffaws. 

“Thank you,” Laudna replies, lips splitting into a broad grin. A conjured drop of ichor falls from the corner of her lip, trailing down her chin for dramatic effect. 

“Damn, I’m glad we’re friends.” He wags a finger and takes a swig from his tankard, shaking his head. 

Imogen leans further into her, and Laudna has to stabilize herself against the edge of the booth. 

Imogen hums, looks up at Laudna, “Y’know you’re my best friend, right?” 

“Alright, asshole, I’m not trying to steal your girl,” Ashton scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

Laudna ignores him. “I should certainly hope so,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to Imogen’s forehead. Imogen beams. 

“Gross.” 

“Shut it, Ashton.”  

#as always very unedited #thank you so much for sending this in! #it was very fun #my fic #imodna fic #imodna fanfiction #critical role fanfiction #laudna #imogen temult #ashton greymoore #critical role #cr3 #imodna #cybersevenn #prompt fill #ask

[hello-eeveev]

Okay okay I’ve seen some takes regarding Orym on twitter (specifically about his relationship to Laudna) that I feel the need to refute but I have a lot of thoughts and also I don’t want to get into fights so hi tumblr! rant below the cut 😊

(tl;dr I think the bell’s hells are doing the best they can in a series of complicated situations, but people are expecting a kind of inter-party conflict to come from it that doesn’t line up with the text and I don’t get it, so I guess I must become Orym’s #1 defender, feat. a defense of the c3e63 decision, Ludinus Da’leth hate, and big big feelings about Keyleth and Vax)

Take: Orym is uncomfortable with Laudna’s weirdness/creepiness, as evidenced by him always bringing it up and trying to hide and obscure her undead presence.

My opinion: Laudna loves the fact that she’s creepy. She revels in it. Orym/Liam pointing it out in narration is part flavor text, part acknowledging an important aspect of Laudna. It’s like how he always makes sure everyone knows that Orym is Small. Not to mention, Marisha brings it up in her narration as much as Liam does.

During Laudna’s resurrection ritual, Orym says, “I don’t know what Bell’s Hells will be without your darkness, Laudna. Or your light.” He values both sides of her!

Regarding Orym’s disguises for Laudna (i.e. dressing her in white in bassuras, adding flowers to her hair to give her more color in hearthdell), again I don’t think this is a sign of Orym’s discomfort with her. Remember, Orym is a bodyguard. His job is to protect others, protect the group. Yes, several members of Bell’s Hells will draw eyes, but notably, Laudna—being undead-ish, with the Unsettling Presence feature and a canonically scary physical appearance—might strike fear into others. And fear makes people more willing to resort to violence than, say, being surprised by the presence of a robot or a faun. It’s not about making her palatable, it’s about keeping all of them safe. It’s bodyguard behavior.

Also, Orym only does this when they are actively avoiding drawing attention to themselves, and as far as I know, Laudna has only had a problem with it once.

Take: Laudna looked to Ashton and Orym for what to do during the scuffle with Bor’Dor, and Orym encouraged her to let Delilah back in, all because he’s hell-bent on revenge and thinks he can use Delilah’s power to get it. He actively disregarded Laudna’s well-being to further his own goals.

My opinion: No, she wasn’t looking to them for what to do. Marisha said it herself: Laudna was barely present. She couldn’t even hear Deni$e suggest keeping Bor’Dor alive; what makes you think she’s going to see a singular nod from Orym 15 feet away? She had already done Hunger of the Shadow, was already cloaked in the “purple-ish glowing hue that hasn’t been seen in a while,” and Matt had mentioned the heartbeat long before Liam ever said anything. Laudna had already let Delilah back in before Orym nodded and before she killed Bor’Dor. It was a horrible situation all around, but Orym did not convince Laudna to let Delilah back in for his own purposes. It is not his fault that Laudna embraced Delilah’s power or that Bor’Dor died. Laudna made her choice, as heartbreaking and conflicting as it may be, so let her live with it.

And for the record, I think they were justified in killing Bor’Dor. He attacked them with a pretty powerful spell (he did Vitriolic Sphere at its baseline 4th level, which is the second highest level spell he had) and nearly killed Prism in the process. Yes, Bor’Dor did a bit of waffling back and forth between “I’m gonna kill you!” and “just let me die,” but him being a pathetic mess is nothing new. He still tried to kill them all. If they let him live, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t try it again.

I don’t know how to impress this upon people who haven’t already gotten it from just watching the show, but the Ruby Vanguard is a bad group. Ludinus Da’leth is a bad person. He may have convinced some members that his goals are noble, but they aren’t. He is misleading people for his own gain, because guess what? The concept of free will exists even with the existence of the gods! People are allowed to worship them or not, and the gods aren’t smiting people down for refusing to worship them (otherwise Keyleth would be long dead, y’all. she said out loud to the champion of the raven queen that they should use her power while it benefitted them and then find a loophole to get Vax out of her service. and she is so valid for that. 15/10 would do the same).

We had a PC, a dozen or so NPCs, and an entire arc last campaign—and then a whole 4-part series!—that dealt with wizard hubris and its unfortunate consequences. Ludinus was one of those NPCs! What makes you think that Mr. “let’s steal a holy artifact and instigate a war” “should try friends sometime” “Essek looks forward to never seeing his face again” “Trent Ikithon can keep abusing children it’s not my problem” Da’leth suddenly has people’s best interests in mind?

He and the Ruby Vanguard need to be stopped, and Orym, being a person whose driving motivation is “to protect,” is willing to do what needs to be done, even when it sucks.

Take: ooohoohoo Orym’s alignment might be shifting! We need Dorian to get him back on track!

My opinion: No? To both these statements? Firstly, Orym’s alignment isn’t shifting, at least I don’t think so. I’m not an expert on D&D alignments (I think they should be more descriptive than prescriptive/ultimately they matter less than character choices, arcs, and narratives), but I would guess that fighting to maintain the balance of nature and to stop those that would harm others for their own gain is still pretty in line with neutral good? I could maybe see an argument for that being more lawful good, but it didn’t seem like those people were talking about a shift along the horizontal axis.

Secondly, I think Dorian would do the exact same thing Orym is doing. Was that not the whole draw of the Spider Queen’s crown during ExU Prime? Power to protect and save his friends? So I don’t think Dorian would see anything wrong with how Orym is acting, much less take him to task over it.

Take: Look! Orym told Keyleth about Imogen’s mom and said “I don’t care” when Imogen complained! Bad! Mean! Selfish!

My opinion: idk that felt more like Liam being a brat to Laura than anything else.

Like, yes Liam/Orym had his own goals in that convo which were unexpected and uncomfortable, but I don’t think he was wrong to point that out. The moment Keyleth swore to take down Liliana, you could feel everyone in Bell’s Hells get really tense, and I am certain that Keyleth, who has 20 wisdom and ~30 years of experience leading her people and politicking, clocked that instantly. And Orym would have clocked that immediately, and in an effort to make sure that their group had the confidence of a very powerful druid and world leader, decided that full transparency was the way to go.

And I don’t know, this is largely speculation, but Keyleth having that information might mean that she will make sure Imogen doesn’t have to be the one to take down Liliana? Or it might make her more sympathetic and willing to show some mercy to her?

Leaning more fully into speculation bc this relies mostly on inference and assumption: while I do think that Keyleth deserves to know what’s going on with Vax, withholding that information at this juncture might have been another tactical decision from Orym. We don’t know how Keyleth has mourned over the last 30 years, but we know that she’s been angry and we know that losing Vax was and is devastating. I feel like finding out that the love of your life (“forever and ever and ever and always” “I’ll never get over you”) is suffering extreme torment such that the followers of his god are in a period of mourning, basically implying that you’ve lost him all over again, that potentially the one reassurance that you would see him again has been ripped from you, etc., etc. would cause anyone to break down on a good day. Add on the fact that Keyleth is gravely, gravely injured, and you’re basically asking for her to be completely out of commission, because 1) holy moly talk about new trauma, old trauma, grief, longing, guilt, etc. bro I’m an emotional wreck just thinking about Vax and I’m not the one living through it, and 2) that would be a lot of stress on her already extremely stressed body, the consequences of which could be very bad.

It’s a tough decision to make, and while I’m not sure I 100% agree with Orym’s, I think it’s a defensible position.

Anyway thanks for reading this far, I hope you enjoyed my analysis. Again, I don’t want to fight or get into arguments, but I’m down for some brief discussions! Emphasis on brief because I can fall into a rabbit hole very easily, which means this will be the only thing I can think of and I have other things I want to do, shadowgast to write, fearnechetney to draw, and this post already took several hours over two days to write after weeks of mental build up.

#eve talks #I am a consistent liam and marisha character lover #so I am not enjoying the way the fandom is pitting two of my favs against each other #the struggles of loving imogen and laudna and imodna #but being scared of searching up stuff for them #bc I don’t want to see ppl ragging on my boy :( #why do people want them to scream at each other #they love each other #not every conflict has a villain #and orym is not laudna’s #cr spoilers #c3e66 spoilers #critical role #orym #cr meta #long post #ftr I referenced the transcripts for the laudna resurrection and e63 while writing this #so I feel pretty confident about my framing of those

[maddstermind]

Words Into Potions Intro! Introducing...

~ Auberon Academy: Dark Things ~

Title: Auberon Academy (Book Three) - Dark Things Genre: Fantasy Mystery/Thriller Summary: Ashton and Sutton's quest to find the missing king is coming to a close, but not in the way they expected; Rosamund works with her loved ones to craft a way to finally get a step ahead of their enemies; Addison sets sail for Rasduk in hopes of finding a cure for petrification; and Christie returns from winter break to a terrible betrayal.

The strings of fate binding the four together are drawing closer and closer, as the mastermind is finally revealed and a specter is finally unmasked. The end is drawing near, and it's time to prepare for war.

Here is the tag I use for all Aubie-related things!

Below the cut I have a snippet for you! (From book two, as book three is not yet written!)

     Darkness.       It was oppressive and all-encompassing, making it hard to breathe or think, let alone move. Trapped with a dozen other small bodies, unprepared for the destruction that came with magic. A manifestation that came several years too early, spelling doom for them all.      Behind the fear, there was still a lingering feeling. It was almost indescribable, and had simply been labeled "dark." It was a different darkness than that which surrounded the group, but persistent nonetheless. It had been persistent for some time now, hunting somewhere in the forest at the base of the mountain.      Just as hope was fading and the darkness was on the verge of becoming permanent, there it was — light, bright and welcoming like an old friend. Then came desperate hands and arms, pulling the small, fragile bodies out of the rubble. One by one they tumbled out and went running to their parents, scared that their short lives were nearly ended in an accident.      And then there was the culprit. He was pulled from the rubble by a hand that shone with the light of the suns, yet was cold to the touch. Their body was similarly bright but cold, and a sword hung off their side, the sharp blade hidden in its sheath, away from the curious fingers of children. Despite their cold exterior, they looked at the child with the fondness of a father, of a friend. A handsome, unmarred face, friendly eyes, and dark hair with pale streaks running through it.      They looked like a hero. Something out of a fairytale. Someone who had helped already — and could maybe help more.      He grabbed the cold, shining hand and kept the hero in place. "Please," his voice came out as little more than a whisper, after all the yelling and heavy breathing he'd done in the last however long. "Please, I need your help."      They kneeled, holding his hand gently. "Let's find your parents, yes? You'll be safe with them."      He shook his head. "There's something in the forest."      "Something in the forest?"      "I can feel it. I've been feeling it. It's… I don't know what it is. It's something dark. In the forest, by the mountain."      "Something dark," they repeated, solemn. "Well, let me tell you this, child." They put their free hand on his shoulder, and gave a bright smile, full of teeth. "Not all dark things are bad."      Their words calmed him, despite everything. He was still afraid, but less than he'd been before. He still trembled, but less so.      The hero stood, dusting themself off. "How about this. I'll go check it out now. Just to make sure it's nothing dangerous. Alright?"      He nodded. "I can take you there," he offered. "I can feel it, I can follow it."      They shook their head, looking to the treeline. "No, you need to go home and rest up. You've had a tough day, but you've done a good job and have been very brave. I'll stop by once I've found out what it was. Alright?"      Looking up at them, he believed they could do anything in the world.      "Alright."

This is the prologue of book two, but it's where the phrase "dark things" starts in the series, so I thought it'd be a good excerpt!

#MS: WIP Intro #boberon #writeblr stuff #ch: POV Quartet #wip intro

[piratespencil]

Ashton Greymoore for the character ask meme

First impression: I was obsessed with them from the start tbh. When the first ep of c3 dropped I hadn't started watching cr yet but I had enough cr mutuals that I saw all the new characters and when I saw that two of them were a nb rock guy and their nb robot friend?? I was obsessed. Instant favourites.

Impression now: I was correct lol. Ashton and FCG are still tied for my c3 faves.

Favorite moment: There are sooo many moments but the bit where Ludinus casts feeblemind (or something?) on Kadija, and Ashton comes in and is just... so gentle with her... That bit hit me sooo hard and is still my favourite Ashton moment. I think it's such a good representation of who Ashton is, the way he cares so fiercely for people who've been hurt by the world, and the way you can tell that he understands what it's like when your mind is working against you... ohhhh boy.

Idea for a story: I want to write a Fearne/Ashton/Chetney ot3 fic so bad lol. I think there is soooo much potential with those three.

Unpopular opinion: I actually really like Ashton's character design? I've seen a lot of people redesign Ashton bc they don't like the red clothes with the purple and green skin, or they don't like drawing the crystal hair... But I never found their look to be clashy? I also think it's fun that in a world where people have unnatural hair and skin colours, they won't necessarily be matching their clothes to their hair and skin lol...

(But also I have no problem with people who do redesign them! Redesigns are fun!)

Favorite relationship: Ooh that's tough... Ashton and Orym have sooo much potential and sooo many great scenes together and I can't wait to see how their relationship evolves, platonic or romantic... But also special shoutout to Ashton's relationships with FCG and Chetney and Fearne because I love those ones a lot too.

Favorite headcanon: Literally anything that @masterqwertster has written in their Rockin' It series has been adopted into my genasi biology headcanons... That series is great.

(Feel free to send me more characters for this ask meme!)

#thank you for the ask!! i love ashton sooo much #i tried not to make this too long lol but there is soo much i could say about them #critical role #cr3 #ashton greymoore #ask meme #kk talks about stuff #kk watches cr3

[callsignbaphomet]

I really don't give a shit about your "stance" on TikTok. Tumblr is no better. At all.

This is the site/app famous for the endless chocolate hack, chocolate bird, "omg elephants think we're cute", disease with the purple eyes and no hair, people confusing a macro shot of a fruit with the inside of a vagina, "if you don't rb this we can't be friends", people sending death threats/hate to artists because they don't "draw enough diverse bodies". Puta, shut the fuck up. This site is a mess too.

On to the point. This whole blockout 2024 thing is fucking hilarious and it's about goddamn time people stopped worshipping celebrities, famous jackasses and influencers. It's even more hilarious to see said celebrities, famous people and influencers lose their collective shit and NOW they're talking about Palestine, Congo and Haiti as well as other countries going through a humanitarian crisis. Like, oh sure, now that y'all are getting unfollowed and blocked by people y'all wanna acknowledge these people.

Absolutely loving people in TikTok stitching their little apology videos and telling 'em to fuck off and that they're still blocked lol

Dude, Mila Cunnis (however the fuck you spell her name) and Ashton Kutcher made a video with a "shitty" part of their house as a backdrop crying about them being just like everyone else, that Haley Baley bitch or however you spell her name crying over her Marie Antoinette dress and using the "Let them eat cake" sound at the Met Gala bullshit thing and how she's so sorry but people are pushing back and saying how tone deaf it was when there's millions of people in Congo and Palestine starving to death.

Like, I love all of it. Love what these people are doing and how it's making celebrities lose their shit. We as a society shoulda done that shit years ago.

Also people as a whole aren't talking too much about Congo. Only place I keep seeing it pop up is TT.

[belpiesblog]

Needle & Ink - Ashton Irwin - Fluff

“I’m home!” I called out as I walked through the door. My boyfriend Ashton peeked his head around the corner from the kitchen. “Hey babe.” He said walking over to me. He pecked my lips and took the bags that I was carrying and taking them to the kitchen. “How was your shopping?” He asked taking out the groceries from the bags and putting them away. “It was good.” I said trying not to laugh. “What’s so funny?” He asked. “I got a surprise for you.” I said. “Oh really.” He said with a smirk. “Not that type of surprise.” I said rolling my eyes at him. I took some things out of one of the bags and held them up. “Needles and ink?” He asked. “Yeah, I thought we could give each other stick and pokes.” I said. “Now where did this idea come from?” He asked with a smile. “You like tattoos and I like art so I thought that this could be something we both might like.” I said. I looked up at him with hopeful eyes hoping he would say yes. “How can I say no to that face.” He said cupping my cheeks. “Great now take off your shirt and lay on the couch.” I said. “Bossy much.” He joked. He took off his shirt and layed down on the couch. I took out the needle and opened the lid to the ink. “What do you want?” I asked. “Surprise me.” He said. I dipped the needle into the ink and straddled his lap for better access. His hands rested on my thighs as I leaned in close to his chest. I started to pierce his skin, drawing out a flower. “Have you done this before?” He asked. “Once.” I said. “Oh that’s comforting.” He giggled. “Stop laughing, your chest is moving.” I said laughing. He just smiled and tapped his fingers on my thighs forming a rhythm. I pulled back and looked at my work smiling to myself. “Done.” I said. He took his phone and looked at the tattoo on his camera. “Oh my god, it’s so cute.” He said laughing. “I did good didn’t I.” I said. “You did, very proud of you.” He said before he placed a kiss on my lips. “Your turn.” He said. I took my shirt off revealing my bra, we switched places so I was laying down and he was straddling my legs. “Are you putting it on my stomach?” I asked. “I sure am.” He said grabbing a different needle and dipping it in the ink. “Any requests?” He asked. “Surprise me.” I said with a smirk. He leaned in close to my stomach and pierced the skin above my belly button. All I could see was his hair and a little bit of his eyes from my angle, he’s so cute when he’s focused. “Are you peeking?” He said with a chuckle. “No.” I said with a small smile. “Liar.” He said. “It’s true, I was only thinking about how cute you look when your focused.” I said. He giggled at my comment then sat up. “And you look hot like this.” He said with a smirk. I started to blush at his comment, I grabbed my phone and looked at the tattoo on my camera. He drew a smiley face, two dots for eyes and a curved line for the smile. “I love it.” I said. “Good because I worked hard.” He said putting the needle on the coffee table. “Oh you poor thing.” I teased. We took pictures of each other’s work, he got off the couch and I sat up. “We should do that again.” He said. “Yeah and maybe your members will want ones too.” I said. “Calum and Michael for sure but Luke on the other hand I’m not so sure about.” He said laughing.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin #youngblood

[12pt-times-new-roman]

c3e37

BELL'S HELLS LOGO YEYEYE

it looks so nice!! I love it <3

"between the realms of the gods" what does that mean? astral sea? dark parallel astral sea??

Chetney can smell the necromancy in the air.

"she might be being held in a location that these folks might know about that we don't." she's in the fucking ziggurat. I can feel it in my bones

oooooh interesting. when one of their trusted companions rolls a nat20, FCG gets advantage on the next d20 roll they make.

"like it's been in disrepair for hundreds of years." the entire cityscape is twisted and warped, like a mockery of what the city used to be. I'm imagining the houses from Nightmare Before Christmas. "there's a disjointed skyline, like there was some seismic activity."

the Roofs are Moving

orym, fcg, and ashton are trying to open a door. ashton goes to find a window. time is a flat fucking circle.

BONES??? erupting out of the ground in twisted masses of ribs and spines that are too big for the creatures they look like they belong to.

oh god the sun tree is gonna be made of bone isn't it?

this is so fucking cool. this entire landscape is insane. like, fuck. the heirloom sphere was cool, cognouza was cool, but this is such a different vibe and it's so new and different.

"Unlike the city you went to, where all the roadways were built for the ease of people walking through, this is a tangled mess."

the bones have marrow and blood in them. they are not made of stone. so where the fuck did they come from?

they hear a voice of a young boy from down an alleyway. Imogen reaches out and senses "presences, but they're not singular minds that you can connect with. It's odd. You feel they're there, but when you try and connect, it's like it's empty, not fully material. 'I've been noticing you following me lately, Matilda. Why is that? It's okay. Do you wanna play a game with me?'"

There's a young boy with red hair, wearing standard clothing, 12 or 13... across from him, a flickering shadow, a feminine form, like a young girl with a small purple glow in the chest. Imogen reaches out to her. "'I don't know if I should say yes. I like him, though.' [Don't trust him, Laudna.] 'Why? He's inviting me to play a game. That's nice, right?' [Tell us how to find you. Come home.] 'But I like him.' 'I found something I think you would like, and I wanna give it to you, but you have to tell me a secret first.' [Laudna, don't trust him.] 'Well, go on, take it!'" and the kid throws a handful of dirt at Laudna, who dissipates.

With know your enemy, the little boy has an AC less than Orym's, but more hit points. When he goes back into the city he vanishes into an ethereal form.

Orym spots a big red barn with lantern light inside, while everywhere else is lifeless, gray, and dark.

again. this is so fucking interesting. Laudna's memories are colorful and accurate to life — the kid's hair, the barn, the lantern light — while everything else is just dead. and that itself would be cool. but layered on top of that you have Delilah's will, causing bones to erupt from the ground and 15-foot-tall skulls to be embedded inside shark fin towers of stone that chase the Hells around. the city is trying to keep them out and Laudna's bright, colorful memories are guiding them through this maze.

they get to the hayloft and find a bunch of scavenged and hand-made dolls, drawings. and an even younger girl, no more than 3 years old, still with the flickering purple flame in her chest.

she won't talk to Orym, but she'll respond to Imogen talking in her head. "Is there a mean woman around here?" "Yeah. She won't let me leave." and she points to the Sun Tree.

some drawings are of a family of 3. one looks like a dragon or a snake with wings, something traveling over the sun. one shows a little girl like her with a very sad expression. and one is just black, dark scribbles. "that's what's beyond the city. that's how everything is now." "have you tried to leave?" "the tree won't let me... the tree won't let me."

......I don't think these are actually Laudna's memories. I think these are Matilda's memories that Laudna is inhabiting, because somewhere in the Outer Planes, Matilda is doing just fine while Laudna is trapped inside a body etched with trauma.

"I don't know if threats work here, but I'm gonna make one!"

BUILDING FROGGER

Orym spots another flicker of firelight. Imogen uses her connection again— "I'm Imogen. I'm a friend." "I'm sorry, I'm very busy right now, I'm getting dressed."

Ashton removes the necklace from the doll, and the doll crumbles into ash but the necklace remains.

In the firelit house, two people sit on chairs — a woman in a soft green dress and a man in an ill-fitting suit. Laudna, a flickering shadow, stands in the middle of the room. They give her a nice shawl and a dark skirt.

The descriptions of the parents match Delilah and Sylas, which tracks with them being shades of the two. So this is our Laudna, reliving the memories of Matilda, struggling to remember things she experienced but that Matilda never did. Maybe?

But that outfit that they gave her — a nice dark shawl, dark skirt, blue blouse — matches the description of the person in TLoVM we know is Laudna.

The roofs have stopped, but the tree is moving.

A failed skill check, Laudna goes back up the stairs, and the two parents attack Imogen and Fearne. The rest of the party sees tendrils of black smoke as their bodies become ethereal.

Shades defeated, and we go to the Sun Tree.

Imogen and Chetney drink a potion of possibility.

the description of the sun tree's branches reaching like hundreds and hundreds of arms searching for solace and finding none...... ow

Tendrils of purple ichor swirl into a torrent, forming the visage of Delilah Briarwood.

Orym sees Laudna not on a noose but up in the branches of the tree. Embedded deep into the tree's canopy boughs. Inside a cage made of branches, wrapping tightly around her, forming a boundary around the glimmer of purple energy within.

like evandrin.

"You know not of the eternity that awaits him, me, and all others that walk in his shadow."

Delilah reminds me so much of Trent Ikithon.

"This is not a place of my making... I've certainly exhibited an influence, yes. [Does that mean Laudna trapped you here, as much as you've trapped her?] It is not the most beneficial arrangement for one such as I, but you do what makes the most sense."

Ooooh Delilah failed a deception check against Chetney's insight

When Imogen tries to reach out to Laudna, there's a blockage. In the presence of Delilah, she can't get through to her.

Delilah's AC in her immaterial form is less than Orym's, and her strength is less than 10.

"We are not two beings cohabiting a form, we are one being... some children have a gift. I found I had a gift for learning. Her? She was one of the lucky to be born with something. But I didn't see that at the outset. She was... useful. I had to prove a point. And she was in the right place at the right time. Fate, or whatever you might call it, deemed that we meet at that time, and because of that, here we are. So she is special, because she is a part of my destiny."

this is also super interesting because the Hells can't just resort to punching this out. if they do, they risk the whole thing — they won't die, they'll just bamf back to their bodies (if Delilah can't do anything to sever their cords), and they know that.

"You're fading." "Do you know where I'm fading to?" "Best not to spill all my secrets." she's going to the MOOOOOOON

Chet out-bullshits the bullshitter!

Marsha takes Matt's seat??? WHAT IS HAPPENING??

I wonder how much stuff Matt had to remove from the back of the screen lmao

"You have to fight her... you have to fight her."

INITIATIVEEEEEE

hey can someone make a count of how many initiatives Imogen has started? that's gotta be like, 4 at least

THE TREE

THE FOG

I don't think I've seen such a beautiful map since the Cathedral in C2

(this is not relevant whatsoever but essek mention essek mention)

belilah driarwood

Liam sitting next to Tal is such a good pairing for difficult combats like this. Ashton and Orym are so synergistic, their abilities work great together, and

Ashton rage build update: 4 is possibility. That's probably the best thing they could've gotten, since it gives everyone within range a good bonus to their rolls.

"ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᶠᶦᵍʰᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᴰᵉˡᶦˡᵃʰ ᵇʳᶦᵃʳʷᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵛᵉˡ ⁷"

ok, okokok, negative energy flood is a 5th-level spell

first use of brand of castigation by a PC! Chetney knows the direction of Delilah as long as she's on the same plane as him, and whenever she deals damage to him or a creature within 5 feet of him, she takes 2 damage.

turn undead time! "you kill to live, you don't live to kill, right?"

Imogen's using her ability!

Call Ruidus: she takes a certain amount of damage (looks like a number of d6 equal to something), and deals double that number of d6s to a target of her choice

....oh no

FCG is out. They wake up in Pike's house.

Hurting the tree hurts Delilah, it either takes double damage from fire or is veeeery susceptible to burning, and the Hells have a wildfire druid. I'm thinking that it's the source of Delilah's lair and legendary actions.

Imogen and Laudna both rolling nat1s on the Ruidus die....... Orym rolling two nat20s in a row on the Catha die...... this shit writes itself, man

that "get out" had huuuuge "because I was right" energy

and then Orym's out.

I still really wanna know why Chetney has the Shadow Touched feat.

.....Fearne should be adding 1d8 to all of these scorching ray attacks.

there sure is something about Imogen, Ruidus-born, infused with power she can't hope to understand, getting the HDYWTDT on an ashen, corrupted version of the Sun Tree, sacred tree of Pelor, with a lightning bolt drawn from the power of the Blightstar

"there's so much room to go fetal down here!" talisein continues to be an absolute mood.

#critical role #note watches c3 #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 #critical role c3 #critical role liveblog

[artistantlers]

I’m in the middle of a big group art right now and just had to share the different stages my sketch is in.

We have Chetney “only technically more than a stick figure” Pockopea.

Placeholder Opal who’s just a lil face and arms next to pretty blended out Ashton (I love when people draw them pretty)

Dariax with an emoji face that I swear Matt made at least once playing him (bonus fcg, idk what their little robot head looks like in 3D)

and Imogen (my love) who’s face didn’t work at all until I gave her glasses. Her hair is wrapped up in heatless curls cause how else do you find the time to curl your hair when you’re busy fighting the moon making breakfast?

#bell’s hells #the crownkeepers #imogen temult #ashton greymoore #fresh cut grass #dariax zaveon #chetney pock o'pea #cr opal #(kinda) #critical role fanart #critical role #sketch #wip #artists on tumblr #kenz wip

[clumsyclifford]

😈🎢 💖🏆👀 for the ask game? love youuuuu -megs 💙

hiiii megsssss i love you toooooooo lets get into it yuh

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers? yes! but also for effect. the chapter break at the end of uhhh chapter 7 of yssdf. i remember even when i hadnt finished writing that chapter i knew i was going to cut it there and i DO think the effect worked really really well but part of that was because i knew it would make people want to murder me.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? oh boy, uhhh......perhaps human luke? NOPE JK I KNOW THE ANSWER. it's obviously the halex fic, simply because that is my wildest fic start to finish. i wrote a harry styles/alex gaskarth fic there was no way that wasn't going to be my wildest ride.

💖 What made you start writing? god i don't even remember at this point. i think i was like, into percy jackson and i started writing fanfic in the captions of my instagram posts. i used to have a fandom insta so. maybe that. but i also was on wattpad and i was reading 1d fic and maybe i wanted to try my own hand at it? i genuinely do not recall.

🏆 What’s your most popular fic? depends how you measure popularity! but i guess by every standard measure mine would be hello, hello. i can't say that's surprising and i also can't say i'm upset about that.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! well i made this bet with adri- no just kidding that's a secret. okay i was going to say summer camp au but you already know all about it and then i remembered i have one other thing that im hoping to finish WHICH IS: elevator fic. i finally started it! im halfway through it (the half that isnt in an elevator lol) but hopefully will write the rest soon. i don't wanna give away too much but it's inspired by real life events (though not directly inspired, like some of it never actually happened but COULD) and it's a cake fic. college au obvs. and here's a snippet since i like doing that:

“Thirteen is not cute,” Luke says, rolling his eyes, grinning. “He has a ponytail!”

“Right, which means he has long hair!”

“That’s not a draw!”

“It is for me,” Ashton says contrarily. “I have advanced taste. You have the taste in men of a straight sorority girl."

fic writer emoji asks!!

#why wont tumblr let me indent that snippet . please. #anyway #megs #ask #igarbagecannoteven #fic talk

[risingroleakira]

Introduction Post :V

Hey Critters! My name is Rose (they/them pronouns), and this is my Critical Role sideblog.

About me: I'm an lgbtq+ artist with too much free time, but not the functioning brain cells to use it properly. I like to draw/paint, worldbuild, tend to my OCs, daydream to music, all that good stuff. Occasionally I also write, conlang (badly), play videogames, text rp w/friends, and/or whatever other stuff my messy brain decides I'm supposed to be doing today (...while giving only half the motivation necessary for me to actually do or complete any of that 'stuff'). Most of the time I'm nocturnal, especially when it comes to catching CR3 episodes as they air, but my sleep schedule still flips around quite a lot so that might differ from day to day.

This is my sideblog, risingroleakira, mainly for Critical Role content and discussions of adjacent series. For my artwork, visit my art blog, risingroseart ...and maybe drop some reblogs while you're there! (This blog also includes my critical role art.) For minecraft and (non-dsmp) MCYT content, visit miningroseakira. I hope I dont scare you off with my wild-ass headcanons lol For my main blog, where I mostly just reblog random stuff and talk sometimes, visit risingroseakira. it's a hot mess, ngl

Critical Role related info:

When did I start watching?

I caught the first half of C3E1 as it aired, then had to stop watching and stopped for a while. A couple months later I binged that and all the other episodes that had aired since then.

What campaigns/Series have I watched?

Finished or up-to-date: > I watch Critical Role C3 as it airs > I watch 4-Sided Dive as it airs > I watched EXU:Calamity as it aired > I watched EXU:Kymal as it aired Work in Progress: >I started watching Campaign 1's original Briarwood Arc, as I cannot watch TLOVM due to the visual violence that I can't stomach. However I have yet to finish it oops- > I have attempted Campaign 2 several times and it didn't work out as I couldn't get past Episode 3 - until now. As of writing, I'm at C2E53. I'm slowing down again but I'm doing my best to continue on.

Current favorite player characters?

> Ashton > Orym > Caleb > Fjord, I think. > Dorian (sorta, it's just been a while since we've seen him, is all.) > ...Well, I would count a majority of the Hells. Between the lot of them it shifts around frequently. those three above are the most consistently at the top ones but it's generally almost the whole group. almost. >Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III, even though I still havent finished the briarwood arc. that was from memory I hope I got it right

Current favorite NPCs?

I have got to give top spot to Lord Eshteross in C3. Imahara Joe and Captain Xandis are also high up, I like Milo, and in terms of C2 I like Bryce and, well, who doesn't enjoy Pumat (plural)

Favorite characters to draw or paint?

Ashton, hands down. I mean, FCG is also really fun, and I havent rlly gotten to draw a lot of characters from CR other than Ashton and FCG, but like. come on. How can you not love drawing the nonbinary punk rock. How can you not enjoy painting their colorful gem and crystal hair and golden cracks and funky eyes and- Anyway that's my introduction post! I’d love to meet some fellow critters - especially newbies that love the bells hells as well, seeing as I’m a bit anxious in new fandoms and therefore more comfy with people who are also new to everything. Still - feel free to say hi whether new or old fan of cr! :]

#cr #pinned post

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Uni AU Masterlist

and i’m tangled in the sheets (ao3) - mukelftv Pairing: Luke/Calum

Summary: luke’s alarm goes off far too early.

Baby, Show Me What It's Like (ao3) - FayeHunter Pairing: Michael/Luke

Summary: Luke shouldn't be trusted at parties. Luckily, he has Michael

Ghost of you(When the sun goes down we all get lonely) (ao3) - VivianBennie Pairing: Luke/Ashton

Summary: Maybe he’s just imagining, maybe its just another fantasy he pictures, but Luke seems semitransparent, a halo casting around his figure, holy, angelic. “The night was very long but it didn’t seem long to the Snow Man; he stood lost in his own pleasant thoughts, and they froze until they crackled.”Or: Ashton meets Luke at a library, and everything just tells itself.

He Looks So Perfect Dancing There  (ao3) - galacticsugar, petalrock Pairing: Luke/Calum

Summary: Luke is about five seconds away from a complete and utter breakdown. It’s the last dress rehearsal before the spring dance showcase, and everyone is shaking with excitement, Luke included. Something about a last dress rehearsal feels like the exclamation point that punctuates the dance school year. The shows themselves always fly by so fast that they feel more like a credits montage. 

i blame it on the weather (can you make it better) (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) Pairing: Michael/Calum

Summary: Michael doesn’t remember the dorm being this cold when he left in December. He doesn’t know how the space between him and Calum got that cold, either.

i want to feel your love like the weather (all over me) (ao3) - jbhmalum Pairing: Michael/Luke

Summary: The wind blows from the open window of his dorm, grazing Michael’s right cheek ever so slightly. He shakes his head at the feeling that only reminds him of the way Luke would caress his face with his fingertips at the back of the school library, or the way Luke would lay butterfly kisses along his jaw to make him laugh. It’s a bittersweet memory, that draws a slight smile on his lips but makes his heart shrink in on itself.

or: Luke is across the world from Michael, and Michael has no idea when he'll see him again

of lovers and friends (ao3) - Calumthoodshands Pairing: Luke/Calum

Summary: And at the end of the day, it’s always Calum he goes to, whether to rant or laugh or, in rare cases, to cry. Most of the time to laugh. The first week of uni, it almost feels like a honeymoon — well, only for friends.

Patching up all the holes (until we both feel much better) (ao3) - lightsinthefloors Pairing: Michael/Ashton, Calum/Luke

Summary: “Ashton doesn’t want me to come over until- until 5,” Michael sobbed, now properly crying against Calum’s chest.

Yes, he’s aware of how ridiculous he’s being.

Calum hushed him, soothingly rubbing his back as he tried to understand. “And why was that?” He asked tentatively.

“He said he had to s-study,” Michael sniffled, clutching Calum tightly.

“I’d say that’s pretty reasonable, Mike… you’ve got to tell me what I’m missing here,” Calum laughed nervously.

Or

Michael’s anxious, Ashton’s stressed, and Calum just wants to go on his date.

we’ve got time on our side (ao3) - fannyann Pairing: Calum/Luke

Summary: Calum meets Luke in the midst of buying new underwear. Two tours and a lot of heartache later, they finally get it right.

where the angels sing (ao3) - fermentedpotato Pairing: Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton

Summary: The thing was: he kept seeing on TV and in ads on the sides of websites that told him to embrace your differences and that being different is okay! But those sentiments only rang true for his sexuality and his hair colour and his eyebrow piercing because once people found out about his cystic fibrosis they treated him differently. He was always alienated in some way and it always sucked.

or the one where Michael's illness gets in the way of almost everything and Luke takes a long time to open up 

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5 seconds of summer #5sos #au #university #university masterlist

[absolutewhore101]

Soon... Now

Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader

Summary: trying to tell Calum that you love him seems like it'll never happen, until you show up one day with a new hairstyle.

Warnings: one swear word

Word Count: 961

Minors DNI (no smut, just not comfortable with you interacting)!!

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“All I’m saying is you’re not exactly subtle about it.” Ashton said, earning laughs from Michael and Luke.

“What?! I absolutely am!” You retorted.

“Trust me.” Luke said. “It’s a miracle he hasn’t noticed yet.”

You scoffed. “I am not that obvious… am I?”

“You are.” Mikey said. 

You rolled your eyes, a smile quickly making its way to your face when Calum walked back into the room. Your eyes briefly met Ashton’s, not missing the wiggle of his eyebrows. You shot him a quick glare, rolling your eyes when he made a kissy face, gesturing between you and Calum. 

Okay, so you were in love with him. Big deal. Sure, he meant the world to you. And of course you wanted him to know. But if he was going to find out, it wasn’t going to be from Ashton’s teasing. 

You thought you were being subtle. It’s not like you were outright yelling ‘I am in love with you!’ every time you saw him, no matter how close you got. 

Maybe it was because you sat next to him every chance you got. Or maybe it was because you always greeted him before anyone else, always with a hug. Maybe it was because you couldn’t really control how often you looked at him. 

You couldn’t help it. He was gorgeous. 

“You alright?” Calum asked as he sat down next to you. 

You gave him a small smile, whispering back, “Always.” 

He smiled back. 

Next week. Next week, for sure, you would tell him just how in love with you were. 

And then 7 days passed, and you were absolutely not ready to confess your undying love for him. Maybe next week. 

3 next weeks later, and you were getting frustrated with yourself. 

So, you took your frustration out in the only way you knew how. 

You pulled out your phone, quickly scheduling an appointment at your favorite salon.

A week later, your hair was noticeably shorter, and an entirely new color. You loved it. But as much as you did, you would be lying if you said that you weren’t nervous about what the boys would think. 

You wiped your hands on your shorts one last time before you made your way into the studio. You quickly found Ashton and Luke, walking right up to them, waiting for them to look up at you. 

Ashton looked up, ready to say something, but came up short when he noticed your hair. 

“So?” You said, making Luke look up as well. His eyes widened, flicking over to Ashton, before a smile took over his face. 

“It looks good!” He told you enthusiastically. 

“I love it!” Ashton said. 

You smiled. “Great.”

You walked out of the room, making your way a few rooms down when you came across Mikey. Well, actually, he came across you.

You spun around when you heard the gasp behind you, Michael’s face one of pure shock and happiness.

“Holy shit! It looks so good!” He said, quickly walking over to you. You laughed at his excitement, allowing him to touch it. 

“Thank you! The last few weeks have been a little stressful, so I decided to switch things up a bit.” You shrugged. 

Mikey gave you a smirk. “Lover boy’s in the break room.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he shot you a wink and moved past you, already halfway down the hallway when you realized what he said. 

“What?! Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, making your way towards where Calum would be. 

You walked in, trying not to draw his attention to you right away, and instead focused on fixing yourself a cup of coffee. 

When you’d finished, you turned around to see Calum still focused entirely on his laptop. You looked around you, trying to figure out if you should throw something at him or not to get his attention. 

He looked up, eyes immediately focusing on your hair. You looked back over at him, only to see him halfway standing up, staring right at you. 

He quickly closed the distance between you, a smile on his face as he admired your hair. You went soft at the look on his face. 

Soon. 

He glanced down into your eyes, before he looked back at your hair. 

Soon.  

He reached his hand up, rolling a strand of your hair between his fingertips. 

Soon. 

“Your hair is so soft!” He exclaimed. “I love it!”

Now. 

Your hands cupped either side of his face, pressing your lips firmly against his. His hands landed on your waist, pulling your body flush against him. 

You tongued his bottom lip, devouring him when he opened up. He sighed into your mouth, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

Your hands tangled into his hair, taking as much of him in as you could. 

“Holy cow!” 

You jumped back, looking over to the doorway where the rest of the boys stood.

Calum looked between them and you before he walked over, giving them an annoyed look, before he shut the door in their faces. 

He stayed there, catching his breath for a few moments, before he turned around to face you again. 

“Can I-” He tried. 

“I am so in love with you.” You said. “Believe me, this isn’t how I wanted to tell you. But then you were there, and you were looking at me like that, and then you touched my hair, and I… I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

He smiled at you. Walking back over to you, pulling you into his chest and pressing his lips against the top of your head. 

“Can I tell you that I love you, too?”

You smiled, tilting your head back to look up at him. 

“I suppose you can.”

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[calpalirwin]

Subconscious Desires

Summary: Even in a half-asleep daze, Ashton can’t keep his hands off you.

A/N: Just in case y’all forgot the man who actually owns my ass/inspires this blog.

Word Count: 1k

Content: unprotected sex in an established relationship, brief fingering mention, brief female receiving oral mention.

And away, and away we go!

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You were used to Ashton keeping hours vastly different from yours. After all, he was an artist, and you had a more set schedule of a traditional nine-to-fiver. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to turn in to bed either earlier than him, or before he was even home from his day.

Sometimes it was annoying when his schedule got particularly hectic that had him out of the house for large portions of the day. But when his schedule was more laid-back, he put forth his best effort to establish a sense of normalcy with you. Sleepy mornings over shared cups of coffee, and evenings spent curled up on the couch watching crap television.

And regardless of if your schedules lined up or not, Ashton had a way of constantly leaving you feeling desired.

Even if it happened to be one in the morning, and you were both more or less asleep.

You’d been asleep for close to three hours when Ashton rolled over in his sleep, arm splaying across your waist. As sleepy fingers pushed at your shirt, feeling the soft flesh of your stomach, guiding you to roll over, you roused to a half awake state, not remembering hearing him ever come to bed.

His fingers poked at your skin again, a silent question, and you rolled over, your lips finding each other in the dark. Slow, and lazy you hummed your approval against his mouth, before rolling back over and pressing your back flush against his chest.

Sometimes a kiss was enough to satiate his hunger for you as sleep called out to both of you. But tonight, his hand trailed a path up your shirt, lightly massaging your breast, and rolling your nipple in his fingers as it hardened under his touch. His mouth stamped long kisses into the back of your neck.

You sighed in content, your own desire beginning to stir you more awake. When his hand traveled back down, pulling away from you, you were ready to shake him awake if he dared to give in fully to the sleep still fighting to pull you both under. But when his hand skimmed across the waistband of your shorts instead, your breath caught as you waited in anticipation.

Ashton’s movements didn’t halt, the eager hand reaching between your legs which you happily spread, as his middle finger stroked along your clothed core, a spot of your arousal already forming.

You shifted closer into his hold, a soft moan falling from your mouth, encouraging him to keep going. “Please?” you whispered.

As an act of showing he heard your plea, the same finger moved your shorts and panties out of his way, feeling your arousal without a barrier. “Yeah?” his voice rasped in your ear, a husky chuckle of a sound.

“Mhm,” you answered, wiggling against his hand, needing the contact, and impending release. You gasped as his finger pumped into you, shallow and slow. “Mhm, please?” you moaned, twisting your head to find his mouth.

His hand pulled away, and you were about to express your displeasure when he slipped the slick digit in your mouth, allowing you a taste. You hummed in approval, sucking greedily before he pulled the finger free. “Fuck me, please,” you breathed against him.

Ashton’s finger plunged back into your soaked pussy, before drawing lazy circles on your clit as he moved down the bed. When he snapped your waistband, you raised your hips for him to tug off your pajama bottoms and panties, pushing them off the bed. A kiss stamped the inside of your thigh, his teeth nipping at you before his mouth moved more central, replacing his hand.

“Yeeessssss,” you called out, your voice climbing from barely audible to easily heard. You carded your fingers through his hair, bringing him closer as his tongue worked you into a frenzy. “Yes, please. Oooohhhh, fuck me.”

His hands pushed your shirt up, and you thought he was going to fondle your breasts more, but instead he bunched up the fabric in his fist. First, Ashton used it as a grip to pull you even further down onto his mouth, then pushed the shirt into your mouth as your moans started to bounce off the walls.

All too soon, Ashton was pulling away, sitting up on his knees and pulling his shorts and boxers down to free his cock. You gasped as he entered you, his cock stretching your pussy in the most pleasurable of ways. “Yeah? Is this what you wanted?” he asked, thrusting into you at a steady but slow pace. “My cock fucking your tight pussy?” Filthy words from an angelic voice.

“Yes,” you nodded your head enthusiastically, your mouth now free of its previous restraint. You reached down to spread yourself more for him, and rubbed fast circles on your clit. Ashton’s pace sped up, and you felt your high creeping up, and then crashing over you. “Ooooohhhhhh, fuck yes!”

You pulled your hand away from your clit, your fingers gripping the bedsheets as Ashton continued to fucked into you at an unrelenting pace, your mouth falling open. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted between gasps for air. Your body twisted and tightened in ecstasy as a second high quickly rolled over you, the muscle contractions triggering Ashton’s own release with a long grunted groan. “Fuuuucccck!” you both breathed, hearts racing and chests heaving.

Slowly, he pulled himself free, leaning over you to place a kiss to your forehead. “You good?” he checked.

“So good,” you sighed happily, a blissed out smile on your face.

“Good. Maybe now you’ll let me sleep.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You started this.”

“Did I?” he asked in genuine confusion.

“Yes,” you told him with a laugh. “Subconscious you was horny again.”

“I blame you for that.”

“Me? How is any of this my fault?”

“Look at you! You always make me horny.”

“You say the most romantic things, Ash,” you swooned sarcastically.

“Shut up,” he chuckled, kissing you to silence you. “You love me, and you know it.”

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[felagund-fiollaigean]

C3 Body Swap Headcanons

Body Swap shenanigans. We all love them. Take a cast of characters, apply a healthy dose of funky magic bullshit, and suddenly everyone has to adjust to having a totally different body than what they had before. Cue the antics, angst, hijinks, and a quest to return to their original bodies.

Here's my take on applying that to the C3 squad (name TBA):

- Chetney ends up in Dorian's body. No particular reason why, I just want this short king to get to be tall for a while, and given how different they are in personality and how Chetney was antagonizing Dorian at first, I think it wold be really interesting, not to mention the inherent humor in everything Chetney says coming out of Dorian's mouth. Openly remarking, "Gee, would you get a load of the view from up here!" and "What the fuck do you even do with all these limbs? they just keep going on forever, and what you need so much hair for blue boy?!"

- Ashton winds up in Laudna's body. Dee immediately picks up that something is different, and when she makes inquiries as to who is now occupying Laudna's brain and when she'll be back, Ashton just about jumps out of his skin. I can see a lot of, "Pardon me, but who exactly are you?"/"what the fuck, lady, who the fuck are you and what are you doing in Laudna's head?" Delilah will never know peace. Not to mention someone as athletic as Ashton in Laudna's weak-ass body, it would be interesting for them to adjust to. Discovering they actually fucking love wearing skirts.

- Orym ends up in Fearne's body. First of all, see Chetney's entry where the short king deserves to know what it's like to be tall. Second, Orym was raised in a society of druids and druid-adjacent casters, and while he has a few tricks, never really took to magic himself. So I think it would be interesting for him to experience being able to fully connect to nature magic, not to mention how much mileage he would get out of wildshaping into big fuckoff animals to be able to physically bully enemies away from his friends the way he wants to.

- Imogen gets Ashton's. I think it's very interesting to think of Imogen, who's usually very shy and (as Laura said) tries to hide herself, occupying Ashton's body. They're tall and strong and colorful and loud, and at first it feels uncomfortable to take up so much space, draw so many eyes. But then she gets used to it, and begins to really lean into the powerful build and the swagger and fucking owns it. I want to see Imogen suddenly have the ability to get up close and pummel her enemies into submission. I can imagine "Ashton" getting recognized by someone he has History with, or having to utilize one of his criminal contacts, so Imogen has to give her most convincing performance as him. I know she could pull it off but it would probably be pretty dicey to have an entire conversation without arousing suspicion. As for the constant pain/discomfort/symptoms of having a shattered head and arm, Imogen copes with it well. It's not like she's not used to having voices in her mind she constantly has to block out, the pain is easy by comparison, though the lack of depth perception is the hardest to get used too. Once she gets back in her own body, buys herself a pair of big, heavy boots cause they really did wonders for her confidence. Ashton is very proud. Tells her it suits her.

- FCG can taste things now that he's in Orym's body. The gang takes him on a tour of Jrusar's best eateries (according to Ashton). At first, FCG defers to things Orym likes (pies included), but find that those just don't do it for them, so he gradually begins to request what they think would taste good themself and develops quite the discerning palate in the span of an evening. Licks a copper piece just for funsies and the face he makes is hilarious. Experiences dreams for the first time too, doesn't understand the fuss everyone was making earlier. Has a little too much fun parkouring all over the place, delighted by his newfound mobility. They also find Orym's skillset is pretty well-suited to their ever-present need to Feel Of Use, and go on being just as self-sacrificial as ever, and yeah that made me sad too. There's also a thought here about FCG who is constantly trying to help their friends with their mental/emotional issues having his mind/soul inhabiting a body with memories of loss they don't seem to experience the same way and actually getting to have first-hand experience at that. Has an existential crisis once he reverts to his own body. Misses taste, but as time goes on he begins to forget what it was like.

- Laudna gets Chetney's body. She absolutely vibes with Chetney's skill for crafting and sculpting wood, not that she's not proficient with that sort of thing before, but her mind is opened to so many more possibilities with Chetney's muscle memory on her side. Oh, and she fucking digs turning into a werewolf. I really don't have much else to say about that, she just thinks its the absolute tits. Rips a door off its hinges just for fun, she gets to be creepy and feral while not being made of tissue paper for a while, as a treat.

- Fearne winds up in FCG, because she's Fearne. Everyone else I can only see ending in angst being in a non-living body, but since Fearne is a fey I think she'd be more amused than anything. She tries really hard to make drinking out of herself work, but it never really comes together. Gets a little too much into the spinning saw blade. Casually offers Orym, "you can explore my body if you want," which Orym immediately politely refuses. Mister immediately senses the switch, and now rides around on top of FCG's head.

- And that leaves us with Dorian in Imogen's. I don't have as much to say with this one either, only I think Dorian with high charisma would suit well to Imogen who also has high charisma. I've pretty much ignored how mental ability scores would translate in this scenario, but we can make something out of it now I guess. Takes a bath and tries to just chill under the water like he usually does, and is startled and dismayed to remember he actually needs to breathe and almost drowns as a result. Tries to play his lute and laments Imogen's lack of calluses. Tries to grab something off a high shelf and misses being 6 feet tall. He probably has the hardest time adjusting to his new flesh prison with the voices and all. Imogen apologizes (in Ashton's voice), and Dorian says, "It's not your fault. I don't mind shouldering the burden for a while." Comes out of it a bit subdued and depressed, because as Imogen said, people can really be horrible. But I think hearing the thoughts of those around him and being able to reach out into theirs for a while gives him a different perspective on how his own magic works as a bard, and subtly changes his casting style/method for the better. Guess I did have something to say with this one, okay.

And that's not even touching on the Gender Fuckery that could occur here. I don't want to make any assumptions about everyone's assigned gender at birth, but I have my own trans thoughts about this party but I'll leave that open to reader interpretation in this scenario.

And yeah, that's about it. You got thoughts? I'd love to hear them in the replies.

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