#mentioning ashton's thighs

[souperbloom]

deffo need some subtle sub!luke in my life - maybe y/n and the guys are all talking about sex lives & one of them slips out that luke once mentioned wanting y/n to be in control because it was usually the other way round, so later on they give it a go!

nothing too extreme, just y/n making decisions, praising luke & being on top etc

you don’t even want to know the sound that came out if my mouth when i got this notification.

(if u requested this reveal yourself.) (im joking.) (maybe.)

enjoy <3

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secrets, secrets. [L.H.]

🖤 boyfriend!luke

after what seems to be a secret revealed, you and your boyfriend Luke try something new in the bedroom.

a/n: FIRST LUKE SMUT WOOOO. i wrote most of this while listening to classical music which i just think is so silly and on brand for me. i also had a last minute epiphany and changed the title whoops.

CONTENT WARNINGS: references to weed/smoking, angst if you squint, sub!luke (duh), pet names, praise kink, oral (m!receiving), orgasm denial, protected sex.

WORDCOUNT: 5.7k

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You hadn’t checked the clock for what seemed to be hours.

The guys and yourself had been wrapped up in a heated discussion sitting in a circle in Calum’s living room, all stoned on your own accord.

The conversation had been flowing since the moment you all sat in your respective places, turning from lighthearted banter into something much more vulgar than you were used to. You all hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, which meant there was a lot of ‘catching up’ to be had.

But you weren’t quite sure how the simple conversation of ‘how have you been?’ morphed into something along the lines of: ‘have you ever had a dirty dream about me?’

"You’re lying! I can see it in your eyes!" An eager Michael shouts across the room at his dear friend, and your boyfriend, Luke. You watch the entire ordeal unfold perched atop Luke’s restless thigh.

He tries to hide a measly smile, as Michael has caught his bluff.

"Okay, fine… It was one time. Nothin’ to fuckin’ write home about."

"How does that even happen?" Calum, baffled, rubs his hand on his chin.

"It means he thinks about ya’ before he goes t’sleep," says Ashton confidently, motioning towards Luke with a cheeky grin.

"No! That’s not— no."

"Luke, c’mon. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure we’ve all had some pretty fucked up dreams about each other." Michael tries his hand at consoling your boyfriend, whose cheeks were now glowing red.

"I’m not embarrassed. You just— you forced it out of me. A man’s allowed to have secrets, y’know."

Secrets.

It always came back to telling secrets.

You’d like to think that you had a pretty open and honest relationship with your boyfriend, as well as his best friends.

But there were still some things about them that you didn’t know.

And you were afraid you were about to find them out.

"Speakin’ of secrets…" Ashton begins, adjusting his posture to rest his elbows on his knees, "…I’ve got one."

Bingo.

"Go ahead. This is a safe space," you say teasingly, trying not to acknowledge the fact that you had been so high for the majority of this conversation that you had completely forgotten to speak.

"Ashton’s got a seeecreeeet." Calum teases Ashton in a singsongy tone, but Ashton’s face was reading more serious than anything. He clears his throat before speaking his mind.

"Call me crazy, but takin’ on the submissive role in bed has gotta be one of the greatest things on Earth. And if ya’ haven’t tried it, then you’re not livin’ right."

You quirk your brow, and take a look at the rest of the room. Each of the guys’ faces were contorted into a different stage of grief.

Michael was amused, clearly. His eyes were wide and glassy like he had just witnessed one of the Seven Wonders. Calum’s jaw was practically touching the floor, trying to bite back a smile that was so obviously hard to hide.

And then, there was Luke.

He wasn’t making a face— his expression was unreadable. The only thing you saw was his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He swallowed hard, and you noticed that.

"Dude… what? I did not expect that from you…" Michael was still in awe of his friend, as he cupped his cheek with his hand.

"Don’t make assumptions, Mikey. You only live once."

As much as you wanted to say you were shocked, you honestly weren’t. You didn’t know a whole lot about Ashton’s sex life, but this didn’t surprise you. He’s the kind of guy to try anything once.

"Well? Don’t be a prude… Tell us what happened."

"Y/N—" Luke blurts, seemingly attempting to stop this conversation from unfolding.

"What? Am I wrong for being curious?"

"No, no— I agree with Y/N," says Michael, "Since you wanna rave about your endeavors as a submissive princess… Tell us all about it."

Michael’s sly comment earns a snort from Luke, who had been trying to remain steely faced since the moment he had called him out for having sexual fantasies about him. You smile to yourself, eyes darting between Ashton and your boyfriend as their stare down commences.

"What’s so funny over there?" Ashton quips.

Your boyfriend’s eyes shoot down to his lap. "Nothin’."

"Ash, get on with it." Michael was fed up, and ready to hear all about what Ashton was so persistent about.

You can’t help but stifle a giggle as Ashton lets out a sigh. He was taking this a lot more seriously than you thought he would.

"I’m not sure what came over me— but there was this one time. I guess I was feeling particularly lazy er’ somethin’, but I asked her to take over for the night. I won’t get into the nitty gritty but let’s just say; it changed my fuckin’ life."

"I am way too high to be talking about this right now." Calum says, his eyes wide as he is still processing everything.

Ashton continues, "Somethin’ about the feeling of your fate lying in your lover’s hands is just so… exhilarating. You never know what’s gonna happen next— you learn to expect the unexpected… It’s fuckin’ great, man."

Upon Ashton's admission, your seat in Luke's lap shifts slightly. He adjusts you, pulling you closer into his torso and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Still can't picture it, but... I believe ya'," says Michael with a nod of approval. You laugh, feeling your boyfriend's fingertips drumming against your stomach.

"You guys ever tried it? Don't mean to pry but, as Y/N said, this is a safe space."

The room goes pin-drop quiet. Nobody wanted to speak up; not you, not Luke, not anybody else. It seemed as though this conversation had died out quicker than it came to be.

"Oh, come on. You guys are the freakiest fucks I know. Seriously? None of you?" Ashton presses the group for answers, his eyes landing on you. But you just shrug.

"I'm always on the bottom, Ash. You're preaching to the choir."

"Oh trust me, we know."

"Cal—" Your boyfriend huffs, cutting off his friend and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Confused, your eyes search around the room for any sign of an answer. You seemed to be out of the loop, which was unlike you in these kinds of situations.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You can’t help but get a little defensive, now zoning in on the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingernails anxiously biting into your waist.

"Nothing! He means nothing..." Luke tries to defend, his voice a bit pitchy.

You bite back a smile. “Secrets, secrets are no fun…"

"Unless they’re shared with everyone, fuck, I know! But you don’t have to—"

Calum butts in, "Mate, relax. I’m just messing around."

"No, no— don’t give me that bullshit. What were you trying to say Cal?"

You weren’t sure why, but feeling left out of some sort of inside joke or secret was making you angry. Your temper was mellowed from smoking, yet this whole back and forth was getting to you a little more than you’d like to admit.

Luke lets out a sigh from behind you, dropping his chin on your shoulder in defeat. He didn’t feel like arguing anymore, with the rest of the room dead quiet as they wait for Calum to speak.

Calum on the other hand was holding back a high smile. A look of ‘I know something you don’t know’ was plastered proudly across his cheeks. He rubs his hands together, glancing at Ashton and Michael before he opens his mouth.

"I know you pride yourself on being a pillow princess Y/N, but… Luke wants to see you in charge."

Immediately, your face flushes pink. You didn’t know what you were expecting Calum to say, but it sure as hell wasn’t that.

It was almost as if everyone in the room was trying not to burst into laughter, Ashton and Michael slapping each other’s legs to get the other to stop snickering.

You swallow the newly formed lump in your throat, taking a second to look each of your friends in the eye.

"Well, this is news to me—"

"You fuckin’ suck, Cal." Luke blurts, embarrassment and anger laced through his tone.

As you sit cross legged, still perched on Luke’s thigh, you feel a tap at your lower back. This was your boyfriend’s cue; an unspoken means of telling you 'let’s get the fuck out of here.'

"I’m sorry," Calum laughs, "I didn’t mean t’ hit a nerve with that one."

"Luke, wait—" pleads Michael, who had been rather quiet throughout this whole ordeal.

"I think we’re gonna head out."

Soon enough, you’re rising to your feet, and your boyfriend is quick to follow. He grabs your bag from off of the floor, scooting you closer into the awkward energy of the circle. The rest of the guys just look at you in pity, but you were far too busy in your own head to notice their stares.

Luke wanted you to be in charge?

"Can’t force him to stay if he doesn’t want to," Ashton shrugs, clasping his hands together between his knees, "I guess we’ll see you two tomorrow?"

You purse your lips to reply to Ashton, watching your boyfriend feverishly pack up your belongings and shift you towards the nearest exit. But Luke is quicker than you, cutting right to the chase.

“Yeah, sure. Somethin’ like that."

The entire car ride back to Luke’s apartment was silent.

You were still hung up on how awkward those last few minutes had played out; but a part of you was just dying to know more about Luke’s little secret.

Pushing boundaries was something that you hadn’t yet considered when it came to you and your boyfriend. Your relationship was fairly new; with the both of you still testing the waters and occasionally stepping out of your comfort zones.

Luke was excellent at reading you. He paid very close attention to detail, which was one of the things that had you falling so hard for him in the first place.

But there was a piece of you that felt guilty for prying this all out of him, the way his entire demeanor seemed to drop when Calum spilled his beans. He was embarrassed, from what you could tell. And you weren’t quite sure what to do.

"Luke?" You pop your head out of the bathroom door, your face wash in hand, looking into your master bedroom at Luke splayed across the mattress. He’s still fully dressed, laying flat on his back with his shoes hanging off of the side.

You, however, took it upon yourself to get ready for bed. You took off your makeup, brushed your teeth, and changed into a little plaid pajama-short set to try and get your mind off of the awkward energy still floating in the air.

"Luke…" He hadn’t replied the first time you called out his name, so you tried your luck again. This time, he just sighed, before turning his head to face you.

His sandy blonde curls were haphazardly strewn across the made comforter. His body restless, as he drummed his hands along his abdomen and waited for you to reply.

"Yes?"

"You okay?"

"Mhmm."

Your shoulders drop in defeat, your eyes still lingering on his lanky frame. He lets out a deep breath before looking at the ceiling again, gnawing on his bottom lip mindlessly.

"I’m sorry," you say, "I didn’t mean to embarrass you."

"You didn’t."

His short replies were making your stomach churn. It was unlike the both of you to be so cautious with each other, walking on eggshells in hopes that the other would just let up and speak their mind. You didn’t want to make it worse, either— it seemed like this affected him, and the last thing you needed was for it to be your fault.

You turn back to face the bathroom counter, continuing your nightly skincare. But from behind you, you hear shuffling. The sole of a shoe hitting the floor, then another. The sound of a jacket unzipping, and pooling to the floor as well.

You could see Luke’s slouched posture in the mirror through the doorframe, watching him slowly rid himself of his clothes and leaving him in nothing but his grey t-shirt and pink heart boxers. The ones you gifted him for Valentine’s day.

The water was warm as you started to wash your face, warm enough to let yourself relax for a moment. It dripped down your forehead, into your eyes, momentarily shielding you from your surroundings as you bent over the sink.

In your daze, you turn the faucet off, your eyes screwed shut and vision starry. But as you blindly reach around the counter for a towel, you feel someone hand it to you.

"Here," the familiar voice drawls from behind you, before you feel a broad hand slither around your waist.

You let out a whimper from the back of your throat, unable to say "thank you" now, as you grab the towel from Luke’s hand realize his hips are digging into your backside.

When you dry your face and regain your vision, you stand upright. Luke’s torso is warm, and inviting, his blistered palm making headway beneath your shirt to drag across your torso. In the mirror, you see his face contort into a mellow smile, his curls pushed back away from his eyes.

"Hi," You whisper into the mirror, water dripping off of your eyelashes and down your cheek.

"Hi, pretty."

"Are you mad at me?" You hated asking that question.

"Of course not, why would I be mad at you?" Luke replies, pulling you into his cotton t-shirt.

"You seemed like you were a few minutes ago." The feeling of his fingertips was getting to be distracting.

"No, no. It was just— something I’d been meaning to tell you but… I just never got around to it."

"Oh."

His other hand has made it to your waist. "Are you mad at me?"

"Never."

"Good to know."

For a moment, the two of you stare at your reflections in the mirror. Luke’s eyes rake down your body, his hands still wandering along the delicate skin of your tummy beneath your shirt. You sigh into him, leaning backwards to rest your head on the crook of his neck.

"Wanna try something new tonight?" He asks, his voice huskier than before and mumbling into the top of your head.

"Mmm, like what?" You were unable to hide your melodic hums as his hands move closer beneath your breasts.

You already knew what Luke was going to ask of you, the excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach as his eyes wandered, pretending to think.

To be honest with yourself, you had already thought a lot about what’d it’d be like if you two switched places for a change. But you were always too nervous to bring it up, especially in the heat of the moment.

"Want you t’ be in charge tonight, pretty. Do whatever you want t’me. Think you’d be interested?"

"Yes," you breathe without even a second thought, entranced by his fingertips as they creep towards the waistband of your shorts, "I’d love to."

"Sounds good t’me."

Not a second passes before Luke is spinning you around to face him. He dips down, and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, leaving you with a fuzzy head and a fluttering stomach.

When you pull away from him you notice the twinkle in his ocean blue eyes that hadn’t been there before. It was a look of anticipation. Pure excitement. You were about to try something new with the person you loved most in this world, and he was about as thrilled as you were.

You could just tell.

"How can I be good for you, pretty? Wanna be your good boy tonight."

His words made your heart skip a beat, but you figured it’d be best to just play it cool.

"Wellll—" You press your index finger to his chest, "Maybe start by getting on the bed?"

"Are you gonna come with me?" He asks sweetly, still holding you in his hands.

"Of course, baby… But I need you to just sit tight and wait for me, okay?"

He nods quickly, biting back a smile between his teeth before he’s shuffling out of the bathroom towards the bed. You linger in the doorframe for a moment, watching in complete awe as Luke crawls to the top of the mattress and sits with his back resting against the headboard.

Doing exactly what you had asked him to.

You start in slow strides towards him, swaying your hips with each step in hopes to kill some time.

You wanted to figure out a game plan. Since you’d never done this before, you weren’t sure where to start; and as much as it wouldn’t be shameful to ask Luke for advice, you wanted to impress him.

"Okay, done. Now what?" The anticipation in his voice made you want to just explode on impact. He was just the cutest fucking thing.

"Hmmm," you hum, crossing your arms as your eyes scan his body, "I’m gonna need that shirt off."

"Yes ma’am."

He then crosses his arms in front of his torso, pulling the hemline of his shirt over his head. He tosses it to the side, revealing his bare chest sprinkled in sandy blonde chest hairs.

As you watch him move, you gnaw on your bottom lip, scanning down his practically naked body and thinking of all of the things you could do. All of the things you could do to make this right for him. To make this worth wild.

You glance down at your plaid pajama shirt, clad and held together by buttons that gap between your breasts.

And then, you get an idea.

"You ready for me baby?" You ask your boyfriend, whose legs had been crossing and uncrossing impetuously as he watches you near closer to the bed.

"Mhm."

"Gonna play a game with you, m’kay?"

"M’kay." He mocks your gentle tone.

Before you could explain the rules of this new, made-up game of yours, you start to move. Dipping one knee down into the mattress, then the other. You crawl to him, straddling his lap and settling down atop of his obvious hard-on.

He was turned on just by the thought of you.

"It’s very easy," you start to say, reaching for the first button of your blouse, "and there’s only one rule."

Luke’s hands hover around you awkwardly, unsure of where to rest them, unsure if he was even allowed to touch you at all.

"What is it?" He asks, swallowing and adjusting himself beneath you.

"Tell me I’m pretty."

His eyes widen. He had finally noticed your hand lingering and toying with the button on your top.

"You’re pretty, baby. The prettiest."

And with that, the first button comes undone. You move your hands down to the second.

"Tell me I’m pretty."

His tongue juts out to wet his bottom lip, his hands now stagnant at his sides and twitching by your calves.

"You’re so pretty. Prettiest girl in the world."

Second button, undone.

"Tell me I’m pretty, baby. Tell me again."

As you reach for the third button, you make a point to grind your hips down, swiveling them in a way that he’d feel it. His face contorts in bliss, petal pink lips parting slightly.

"You’re so fuckin’ pretty… Prettiest I’ve— ever seen."

Third button, undone.

"Tell me more, baby. Tell me again."

You grind your hips down again, and a soft whimper escapes the back of his throat. You could feel his hands fidgeting down by your legs, reaching out to touch something that wasn’t even there.

"So fuckin’ beautiful… My pretty girl— ah—" He's cut short with another dig of your hips. The paper thin material of your pajama shorts leaving absolutely no room for the imagination. You could practically feel his cock twitching beneath your core, but you weren’t ready to give in just yet.

With his last words of affirmation, you undo the last two buttons on your own accord. The breeze from the air conditioning makes you shiver, instantly perking up your nipples.

Luke noticed that, too. He always does.

"So, so pretty…" He utters with one last labored breath, as if it were the last he’d ever take, upon seeing your chest.

"You did so good for me, didn’t you baby?"

Luke hums quietly, clearly feeling some sort of release due with the pressure of your body on top of him. You notice his hands trembling still, down at his sides and oblivious to the thought of touching you.

"You can touch me, y’know. Been’ such a good boy for me so far."

The eye contact between you was like trance; it was gentle, and warm. Still wavering with uncertainty, yet eager to continue. Luke’s hands eventually make it to your waist, something he had been dying to do since the moment you straddled his hips.

You could tell he was still hesitant to let his fingers roam as they usually would, and that was definitely getting to your head.

You swivel your hips one last time without a single word, dipping down to kiss him. Your hands are quick to cup his face, lips interlocking eagerly for the first time since this morning.

It’s not long before your tongues begin exploring, tangling together in the sweetness of your kiss.

You’re still grinding your hips. He’s still in a trance.

Luke’s hands had moved to grip your ass, pushing it down while simultaneously bucking his hips up into your core. This action of his makes you disconnect from him for a moment, a disapproving look in your eye.

"Ah ah ah," you tut at him, his cheeks now squished between your palms. He quirks his brow.

"What?"

"Not so fast, pretty boy. You said I could do anything, right?"

He chuckles, eyes flicking down to your lips, "I did say that, didn’t I? You're right, baby. Tell me whatcha' need from me... I'm all yours."

You suck in a deep breath, trying to ignore the intrusive thoughts that keep poking at your head and telling you to just let him have his way with you. You wanted to remain stern, whether he took you seriously, or not.

"How about this…"

You let go of his cheeks to shrug your pajama shirt off of your shoulders, tossing it onto the floor next to his tee. His pupils shake, eyeing down your breasts.

"…You don’t get to cum ‘till I say so."

"Oh, fuck— you're too good t'me..." His voice is soft and melodic, already so willing to give up the power he usually claims. "Yes. Yes..."

Your palms lay flat on his broad chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath he took.

He was anxious; anxious in the way that one more subtle touch to his flesh would send his heart thumping right through his ribcage.

You couldn't contain your excitement anymore; just looking at him was already creating a slickness in your panties.

But Luke could've stared at you for hours.

"Are you sure, Lu?" You ask once your delicate boy once more, tracing little hearts with your pointer fingers across his pecs. He nods eagerly, eyes going doe.

"Yes, yes, yes. A million times yes. Have your way with me, please."

With a tug at your bottom lip, you take his words as your cue. You're quick to take out a condom from Luke's bedside dresser, and even quicker to shift your ass down to rest on his thighs.

As you move, his stare lingers. He nods at you slowly, to remind you of his approval. How desperately he wanted you to have your way with him.

His cock twitching and practically popping through the button of his boxers was already telling you everything you needed to know.

To try and read his eager pleas, you begin to palm him delicately through the pink heart fabric, heavenly sounds spilling past his lips and floating to your ears like a siren's melody.

He was grunting, whining; almost as if he were in pain.

"Easy now, baby," you coo gently, as a shiver runs down Luke's body, "Still my good boy, right?"

"Mmmmph."

"Good, good. Just like that, pretty baby." You squeeze your hand around his length, and his jaw falls completely agape.

You weren't planning on teasing him for much longer. It almost felt cruel to do so.

So, instead of waiting any more, you release him from the button of his boxers.

His tip was already leaky with precum; angry and red, that angelic face of his melting the second you wrap your manicured fingers around his shaft.

Tipping down to take him into your mouth, you hollow out your cheeks, tongue laying flat against him as you start to bob your head.

Sucking him off had always been one of your favorite things to do. In your head, it gave you a purpose— and you always loved the praise that would come with it.

But with the power dynamic now in your favor, you were already enjoying it all the more.

"Fuck me, pretty... So fuckin' warm..." Luke groans through gritted teeth, taking his hands to comb through your hair. You hum at him, sending a vibration down your tongue and directly through his body. He jolts, as if he’d been struck by lightning, while your hands begin to claw at his hipbone.

The walls of Luke's bedroom felt like they were closing in on you, each heaving breath that he was taking was making you dizzy. Your nails leave little crescent etchings deep into his flesh, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time you duck down.

"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck–" He grunts, he whines, he continues to writhe beneath you, completely at your disposal. You were eating up every single sound he made, every little spasm of his hands or jerk at his hips.

Picking up on the signs, you could tell he was close. He didn't even have to say it.

"Y/N... I–I'm..." He can barely even finish his thought before he's grabbing your hair in a handful. You always loved it when he was a little rough with you, and this time was no different.

With a tug at your roots, you hum around him again. His body comes lurching forward, almost as if to stop himself from fucking your throat.

"Baby– M'close..." He finally utters, which brings you to toss your head up, releasing him from your mouth with a pop.

"Shhh, it's okay," you whisper, watching his cock fall thump against his stomach and twitch here and there, "You’ve been so good for me so far."

"I have?" He asks the question sweetly, genuinely. With a little twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, of course you have, my pretty baby…" you say, running the back of your hand down his belly, "Gonna keep it up for me, right?"

"Yes."

"Such a good boy."

Luke tosses his head back, his bottom lip held captive by his teeth, and lets out a whine the moment you start to get off of him. The fact that he was whining at the loss of your touch was enough to send you over the edge right then and there, but you wanted to keep your promise.

You hastily discard your pajama shorts, tossing them into the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Luke whimpers again upon seeing you naked— you didn’t bother to wear your panties tonight.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N… My pretty little flower—" Luke sighs, in awe of you, despite the lingering sexual tension in the air. He always made it a point to compliment you, no matter the scenario.

"Thank you, Lu," You can’t help but giggle and blush, making your way back to his lap to straddle him.

Again, his hands find your waist. He sucks in a deep breath, eyes wired shut.

After only doing this for a little while, you were already comfortable talking to Luke in a more dominant way. The trick was to not think about it too hard. Just let the words roll right off of your tongue.

Simple enough, right?

"Tell me what you want me to do to you, baby." Your words are soft like down pillows yet loud enough to get a rise out of him. He shifts beneath you, still closing his eyes.

"Fuck me… please? I’m achin’ for you."

You take his pleas as your sign to start, wet enough from merely the obscene sounds spilling from his lips. The condom you had grabbed was still at your side so, you rip the package open with your teeth.

When you start to roll the condom down over his length, he lets out a hiss. Could have been the temperature; or maybe he was just too desperate to be ashamed of his sounds.

"Shit—" He whines, clutching onto your hips as your hand pumps his cock a few times.

"Easy, baby," you purr, adjusting yourself upwards to line him up with your dripping slit, "You ready for me?"

"Mhm— yes… yes please, angel. Please— fuck me."

His throaty cries only furthered the butterflies floating around in the pit of your stomach. You could barely contain yourself as you hover over him, biting your lip as you sink down onto his cock.

The both of you let out a collective groan; the feeling of him filling you up completely just seemed too perfect.

You lower your body so that you completely engulf him, taking his length fully and making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Feels good, pretty baby?" You ask, still buzzing.

"Mmph—" He whines, anchoring his hands to your hips as you start to swivel.

"Need you to use your words, Lu… Tell me."

You’re gentle with him, at first. Treating him delicately, like picking off the petals off a daisy. He seemed so weak beneath you and something about it was making your head spin. Your heart was bursting at the seams.

"Yes, Y/N— Feels s’fuckin’ good—" Luke whimpers, digging his fingernails into you, and holding onto you with his entire soul fleshing through his fingertips.

His cock twitches inside of you, as you continue your rhythm of grinding hips. It’s easy for you to tell when to pick up speed, testing his limits by his face alone.

"Such a good boy, baby.. You’re doing so fuckin’ well."

You start to notice the familiar furrow of his brow, that concentrated little notch in his forehead.

He wanted to close his eyes, but he just couldn’t seem to look away

"Y/N, I—"

He says your name again. It’s syrupy, like honey dripping off of his tongue. You place your palm flat on his tummy, tossing your hair out of your eyes to match his gaze.

"Takin’ my pussy so well, aren’t you?" You ask him, but don’t expect an answer. His face of concentration was telling you all you needed to know. How hard he was working to please your demand.

"Mmm… Th-think’ m’doin’ a good job…" He nods slowly, and you smile.

"Oh baby, you are… Keep goin’, m’kay?"

He smiles with a hum, through heavy, bated breaths.

"M’kay."

The sweaty flurry of blonde curls and baby blue eyes was slowly starting to unravel. The rise and fall of his chest was rapidly picking up speed, before he started to snap his hips up into you.

A slapping sound engulfs the walls of his bedroom, but you have no reason to complain. His cock was stretching you out, hitting that sweet spot with every stroke.

"Fuck, Lu—" You can’t help but revert to your old ways; yet not completely giving in, and letting him hold the reins. He was still beneath you, practically melting as your bodies entwine.

And that, was an incredible feeling.

"Y/N—" he whines, broken by panting, "m’close."

You nod sloppily, your tits bouncing at the speed of your swiveling hips.

"Hold it, baby— still my good boy, right?"

"Yes, yes… I am, Y/N. M’ a fuckin— a fuckin’ mess for you…"

A catty smile sprawls across your cheeks, feeling your orgasm budding lowly in the pit of your stomach, and satisfied at the way you had him completely wrapped around your finger.

"Mhm, yes you are. Such a pretty mess..."

Your orgasm was on the brink now, ready to burst and run through your body. Sloppy sounds filled the air; panting, whining, groaning. It was all meshing in your ears like the tune of a fucking song.

You felt your face tinge pink upon seeing your boyfriend’s concentrated expression, feeling a tad bit sorry for being so demanding.

So, you finally decide to let go.

"Cum with me, baby—" You gasp.

"Wha—"

"Let it go, Lu. Been s— so good for me, fuck!"

And with that, stars and galaxies are fogging your vision. You let out a cry as you finish, your walls clenching tightly around Luke’s cock as he does the same. He gives one last quick snap of his hips before you’re collapsing completely, going limp on his chest with him still inside of you.

You could hear his heart thumping through his chest; your sweaty bodies practically letting sparks fly. His hand moves to rub your back, as you both collect your devices.

"Was I good enough, baby?" He asks sweetly, that soft voice from before coming into play and making your stomach flutter.

"More than enough."

He giggles; seeming a bit shy about the semantics of it all, before planting a kiss at the crown of your head.

You can see his eyelashes fanning against the apples of his cheeks, glistening in the light of your bedroom as he grins up to the ceiling.

"I’m glad," he beams, "And you were right, by the way."

You pop your head up from his chest to look him in the eye. "About what?"

"Should’ve told ya’ about this a lot sooner."

With a shake of your head, you tut at him teasingly, just happy to feel closer to him than you ever have before.

"Guess it’s not a secret anymore."

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[cherrycocaineee]

37. Joker - Lost and Found

* Warning: I’ve incorporated characters from both Gotham and Suicide Squad. Mention of Violence. Abuse. Legal Age Gap. Whatever else is considered a warning. *

*Synopsis: Six months after Paisley went to stay with the Joker and her father’s death, everything in Gotham seemed to go back to normal. Paisley’s face is no longer plastered all over the news and the search for her father’s murderer has come to a complete halt. It’s become increasingly easy for Paisley to roam Gotham everyday without a second glance from its citizens. However, one night as she’s at the Joker’s nightclub, Detective James Gordon walks in with Paisley’s brother, Ashton, the only one who witnessed the Joker killing Anastasia to see her. Turns out Ashton had been watching her with the Joker all this time.*

*Paisley’s p.o.v*

The gold beads separating me from the rest of the club goers glittered in the champagne light; the music drowned out the sound of Mister J’s boring meeting partner. In my hand sat a wine glass barely filled with the disgusting red wine that I only carried to look classy. I noticed that Mister J looked annoyed with his guest, who had been dragging on and on about how with J’s help he could become a very wealthy businessman. The guy ran a wealthy business working with children’s toys and he wanted to make them cheaper with poisonous metals and toxic paints all while selling them for a higher price. The Joker would be the one supplying those toxic paints and metals. Personally I found the idea vulgar, especially because the target of this guys scheme was innocent children. But business was business according to the Joker, and I had no intentions in asserting myself into this messy criminal activity.

Instead I sat patiently waiting for the Joker to finish up his meeting so that the two of us could be alone.

“So what do you say, Mister J?” The greedy, pudgy man questioned while rubbing his hands together excitedly.

I lifted my eyes to see his expression and I noticed that he was staring at me. I shifted a bit under his predator like gaze; he lifted his arm towards me, his hand held out beckoning me to take it. I placed my wine glass down, thrilled to be free from the disgusting alcoholic drink, and grabbed his hand. Before I knew it, I was pulled into his lap, his hand rested on my inner thigh that was hardly covered by the pure white, short dress. His hand was cold but comforting all together.

“What do ya think, doll?” Mister J purred, “Should we help this old entrepreneur out with his investment?”

No.

“Well…” My voice felt lost in the music and I wasn’t even sure if he’d heard me.

“Well what?” He hummed.

“I don’t think you should get involved with something like this,” I said, “it just doesn’t seem fair to innocent, unsuspecting children to be poisoned for someone to make a quick buck. Even if you are a criminal clown.”

The meeting partner’s face turned up in annoyance and anger though he tried to remain calm in front of Mister J.

“Mister J,” he pleaded, “this would benefit me greatly but not just me, no, whatever profit I make I’ll give you 30%.”

To anyone the offer would be tempting but for someone who made billions upon billions of dollars it just wasn’t a satisfying deal.

“Is 30% really worth the lives of small children?” I replied, “because honestly, it’s not to me.”

Standing beside the door watching the scene unfold was Frost, his own hands neatly folded in front of him but positioned in just the right spot to grab his gun if needed. I ran my fingers over Mister J’s chunky, gold watch. Mister J’s fingers dug into my flesh creating crescent shapes because of his nails, his head was almost buried into the crook of my neck but I could tell he was staring at the man across from us.

“She’s got a point,” Joker said, “30% isn’t really worth it.”

“Then 40%.”

Now it was my turn to glare at this man.

I opened my mouth to argue back but was quickly stopped when Mister J opened his mouth.

“I think my sweet doll is right,” he muttered, “I don’t think your business venture will benefit in any way that we’d agree too. Especially when it’s so clear that she’s against the harm of innocent, little children.”

It sent chills up my spine when he said that; taking my words into consideration made me feel like I mattered more than him making money. Which just seemed to fuel the fire inside this man even more.

“You can’t seriously be letting a broad decide how you make money! That’s completely unreasonable!”

The sudden outburst even caught Frost off guard but angered Mister J. He pushed me to the side roughly causing me to fall off of his lap and onto the floor. I used the palms of my hands to catch myself but sent a shock of pain through my brittle wrists. Everything else felt fast, almost like it was fast forward and I was just watching a movie skip to the end. Eventually when time felt normal again, the guy was hobbling out of the night club howling at anything and everyone in his way while holding his nose that was gushing out blood.

Mister J turned his attention to me before offering me his hand. There was no hesitation as I grabbed it and he wasted no time in pulling me to my feet. He didn’t apologize and he didn’t need to, him helping me to my feet was all the care and compassion I needed to feel better.

“Frost,” Joker grumbled, “bring Paisley a blueberry drink with vodka.”

And his knowledge that I hated wine was also enough to show he cared even if he was angry.

Frost nodded his head and walked off calmly to retrieve the new drink.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your business deal,” I apologized.

“No need to apologize, doll,” he hummed, “30% is never worth anything. I mean who does he think he is trying to throw petty change at me when I’m doing all the damn work.”

I squeezed his shoulder and smiled.

We almost kissed until Frost barged into the VIP room empty handed.

“Frost-“

“We got a problem,” Frost interrupted Mister J, nodding his head to the entrance of the club.

Mister J and I turned our heads to the side. Standing at the entrance was Detective James Gordon, his eyes scanning every inch of the club looking for what I could only assume was me. But what shocked me completely was the person standing beside him.

“Ashton,” I whispered.

As soon as his name left my lips his head snapped towards me as if he had heard me. Instantly my mouth went dry and my lungs felt heavy and filled with thick liquid that couldn’t let air through.

“Bring them here,”Mister J ordered, glaring harshly at the two unwanted visitors.

Frost didn’t waste time arguing, instead, he left the room as quickly as he had entered. I, on the other hand, was freaking out mentally and physically. I pulled myself off of Mister J, never tearing my eyes from Ashton’s face. He had changed so much but I could barely remember what he looked like when we were younger. But he looked dirty: covered in rusted blood, sticky sweat, and gray dirt that seemed to have been stuck to his skin for ages.

“Should I leave?” I asked nervously.

“Well you can,” Mister J said, “but I doubt they’re here for me.”

He was right of course but I didn’t want to see either of them for obvious reasons. Though I didn’t really get a chance to escape this awful situation as Frost re entered the room with James Gordon and Ashton trailing behind him. My bones felt like ice but I turned around to see their faces anyway. Gordon’s blue eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“Paisley,” he called out, “we’ve been looking all over the place for you.”

“I know,” I replied, “I didn’t-“

“Did this clown snatch you up after he killed your father?”

“No! That’s not it!”

“Well that’s the only thing I can think off to logically explain why you’re here.”

Really?

“I chose to leave with him,” I said.

That seemed to leave him even more stunned than seeing me standing here.

“You… chose to leave with him?”

I nodded my head. Ashton turned his head to James Gordon.

“I told you I had seen her with the Joker without putting up a fight,” he said, his attention turning to me again, “she’s a traitor.”

I scoffed this time.

“Me the traitor? You abandoned me and our family to steal and do drugs! You left me!”

“Me leaving to do drugs and steal doesn’t even compare to you shacking up with this freak who killed Anastasia!”

“That was y’all’s fault,” I hissed, “who the hell tries to rob the Joker?”

Behind me, even though I wasn’t looking at him, I could tell Mister J was watching us amusingly. Ashton had his fist clenched as he stared daggers into me. Mister J pulled himself from his seat and walked over to us, standing just a bit behind me before resting his hands on my shoulder. Gordon seemed like he wanted to intervene in some way but didn’t move a muscle.

“What happened to your dad, Paisley?” He asked instead.

“He’s dead,” I muttered.

“He was a good man.”

I flinched at his words.

A good man, huh?

“Right,” I scoffed again,” a good man. A good man who came home every night drunk after his shift and put his hands on me. A good man who looked at me like I was the plague that ruined his family. A good man who’d rather lose all of his family members rather than keeping ahold of what little he had. He never went to see mom, never spared me a passing glance unless it was to beat me out of frustration. He wasn’t a good man, he was a shitty father and husband who made up for his demons by putting criminals away. He spent so much time protecting a city that took everything from him and neglecting the only daughter he had left. I’m glad he’s dead.”

It was true. Even though I wanted him to die initially, now that he was gone, it felt like a breath of fresh air to finally feel free.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” James Gordon asked.

“Who would believe me over him? He was a respected NYPD officer, there was nothing I could say nor do to make anyone believe me. Now just leave.”

I turned in my heel and went back to my seat, plopping back down and crossing my left leg over my right. Even though I hated wine, holding it almost felt poetic. A symbol of how far I’ve come, maybe. I was never good at symbolism.

Mister J looked at Frost and snapped his fingers. Frost grabbed ahold of Ashton so tightly that he wasn’t able to escape no matter how much he thrashed around.

“What are you doing?” Gordon hissed.

“I didn’t forget about him stealing from me,” Mister J purred, his shoes clacking against the tiled floor as he grinned menacingly, “in fact, I’ve been looking for him since the day he slipped through my fingers. He’s not going anywhere and I suggest if you’d like to get out, you’d do it quickly.”

Ashton tried effortlessly again to pull himself out of Frost’s grip. James looked at me pleadingly.

“Paisley, please.”

Mister J turned his attention to me and curled an eyebrow up waiting for whatever I had to say.

“What do ya say, doll? You don’t mind if I kill him right?”

I twirled the crimson liquid around in the cup, the sound of it sloshing against the sides of the glass sounded like rushing blood. I stared at it with a dead expression as I thought about it. Did I care?

No one cared about you.

“No,” I muttered, watching as someone else dragged James Gordon away, “I don’t really care.”

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*note: sorry this took so long to upload today! I was at a baby shower*

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[lovebombs4life]

"Why should I wear anything at all if you're going to tear it off?" With Luke PLEASE

beach day - l.r.h

a/n: thank you for the request anon! on a different note, i got my lip pierced yesterday and holy shit does it hurt like a bitch.

cw: SMUT SMUT SMUT. contains content for audiences 18+. includes swearing, slight choking, praise, dom!luke, fem!reader, oral (m), p in v sex.

NOT PROOF READ

MINORS DNI. 18+!!!!

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the hot summer sun beat down on all of us sitting on the beach. as much as i loved the summer and being at the beach, i did not want to be here when it was hotter than hell.

ashton could’ve chosen any other day of the year to go to the beach but no, we all had to go today on the hottest day of the year. not to mention that luke looked incredibly sexy, as per usual, but with the sun shining down on him, he looked good enough to eat.

i sat in my beach towel, still wearing my long cover up shirt. i finally threw it off, grabbing my bottle of sunscreen. luke had been in the middle of laying out his towel, and i could hear him take a deep breathe as i threw my shirt to the side.

you’d think after dating for five years he’d be used to seeing me in a swimsuit, but everyday with him feels like the first.

he sat down on his towel before laying down on his stomach. i had to clench my thighs together seeing him like that. what can i say, im a whore for his back muscles. plus, you could still see some of the light scratch marks i had left on him the other day.

i put my head down in my hands, squeezing my eyes shut. i needed to get my head out of that space before i tried climbing on him then and there.

“you alright, y/n/n?” luke questioned with his head turned towards me. i nodded quickly and smiled at him. “of course! just really hot out.” i reassured him.

he smiled as he sat up to face me. “are you sure darling? seems like theirs something on your mind?” he pressed with a smirk on his face. my mind was screaming at me to give in to him and tell him already that i just wanted to go home and fuck him, but i wanted to do some teasing too.

i nodded my head again, standing up to go to the water where most of our friends already were. “hey y/n! nice of you to join us!” crystal teased me.

“oh shush. luke is being kind of a pain.” i said lowly. she raised her eyebrow, indicating she wanted to know more. i glanced back at luke, seeing that he was walking over to the group to hangout with the boys.

“he knows he has an affect on me of course. after five years we still act like we’ve never touched each other, and like we’re starved for touch.” i explained.

“ohhhh, okay so you’re horny and he knows but you don’t want to do anything cause we’re in public?” she questioned louder than i had hoped.

“shush! i don’t need everyone in the damn beach hearing, crystal!” i panicked. she threw her head back laughing, thinking it was hilarious. i rolled my eyes at her.

“you’re lucky i don’t push you into the water.” i spoke. she kept giggling as we made our way to the boys who had been splashing at each other.

calum was wrestling with michael as luke and ash just watched, laughing their asses off. i stood back a few feet so i wouldn’t get drenched. but of course, things couldn’t go my way. luke grabbed me quickly before running farther into the water and dropping me in.

when i resurfaced he was running away to go back to the sand. “you’re not getting away with this!” i yelled at him, swimming back to the land. i chased after him, holding down my chest as i did so. i knew as it is, my ass was almost completely showing as my bottoms had wedged their way up.

he had turned around and ran back to our towels, and i followed behind him. he had finally stopped and sat on the towels, catching his breath. “i couldn’t take running anymore, especially seeing how sexy you look in that bikini.” he whispered in my ear, grabbing my thigh. i giggled a bit.

“want to make an excuse to get out of here?” i questioned. his eyes widened, not thinking i was serious. “really? what would we even say?” he asked. i shrugged.

“say that my ankle started to hurt after running after you.” i shrugged. he nodded and stood up to tell our friends we’d be leaving. i started throwing our things in our beach bag. when luke returned he grabbed my swimsuit coverup and handed it to me. “why’d you give this to me? could’ve thrown it in the bag.” i told him.

“i just thought you’d want to get covered before walking back to the car.” he explained. i got closer to him, grazing his ear with my lips.

“why should i wear anything at all if you’re going to tear it off?” i teased. he threw his head back slightly, groaning quietly. i smirked, knowing i was in for it.

we walked back to the car quickly, throwing our things in the trunk. i settled myself into the passenger seat as luke started the car. immediately his hand was trailing up my thigh. i shuddered as he grew closer to my heat.

“nothing to say now that we’re alone? not gonna be a tease?” he taunted. i shook my head quickly, hoping he’d go further. “use your words, darling.”

“no, nothing to say, just want you.” i breathed out as he started to rub me through my swimsuit. i looked over at him, seeing his hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. i could see the veins in his hand, wishing those gorgeous things were wrapped around my throat.

i shifted my legs so he could have more access from where he was. just as i thought it was going to go further, he pulled his hand away. i whined at the loss of contact. “no whining baby, just a few more minutes then we’re home.” he comforted.

i wasn’t one to listen, and whined again anyway. “do that again and you won’t cum for a week.” he spoke sternly this time. my eyes went wide, and i went quiet.

“yeah that shut you up real quick, is that right my sweet girl.” he praised. “yes.” i spoke softly. “yes? yes what baby?” he asked.

“yes sir.” i groaned. his smirk grew wide. we pulled into the driveway, scrambling to get out of the car. once at the front door, like quickly unlocked the door before throwing his keys on the side table. he pressed me to the door, holding my hips.

he went at my neck, licking and sucking lightly. i threw my head back at the feeling. he trailed his fingers down my waist, pulling my bikini bottoms down painfully slow. “please, please don’t tease lu.” i begged.

he lifted his head from my neck, looking down at me with a dark smile. “such a good girl for me. didn’t even ask you to beg.” he kissed me softly. once he pulled away, he pulled my bottoms from my legs, and went to untying my top.

his hips pinned me to the door, allowing me to feel how hard he was. “please luke, please no teasing baby i just need you, i want to make you feel good.” i pleaded. he let out a deep breath, squeezing my breasts as he threw my top on the floor.

i moved my hands down to the draw string of his swim trunks, untying it quickly. “want you so bad.” i said, lowering to my knees as i drug his shorts down his legs. his dick sprung out, the tip leaking with pre-cum. he stepped from his shorts kicking them to the side.

i grabbed his length, kitten licking the tip. i watched him through my lashes, seeing him throwing his head back. his hands found their way into my hair, gripping on to me. “feels so good, fuck, such a good girl.” he spoke, thrusting his hips forward a bit.

i gagged as his dick went down my throat. i breathed in, shoving him as far as i could take him. as i did so, he let out a loud moan. i pulled back from him, still pumping him. saliva hung from my lip as i smiled up at him.

“taste so good sir, love making you feel good, love your moans.” i breathed. he put a hand against my throat, squeezing slightly.

i moaned at the pressure and let one of my hands fall down to my dripping heat. before i could get any further, he helped me stand up, and lifted me up, bringing me to our bedroom.

he laid me down, rubbing his hands up and down my body. “so beautiful, darling.” he praised, kissing my body.

he spread my thighs, licking close to my clit. i moaned as he ran his fingers against my slit. i pushed my hips forward, allowing his fingers to slip in slightly. he held my hips down with his other hand.

“just wanna taste you a bit, get you ready for me.” he spoke, looking up at me from between my thighs. i shook my head fast. “just want you, don’t need you to get me ready. already so wet for you, sir, just need your cock.” i begged.

he groaned, grabbing his dick and sliding it against my entrance. he pushed in slowly, causing me to moan loudly. “doing so good for me, begging and being such a little slut for my cock.” he spoke, sucking on one of my tits.

his pace quickened, causing my eyes to roll back. “fuck, y/n, feel so fucking good. so wet, so tight, ugh, think youd be used to my cock already after fucking you so good.” he moaned. i let out a high pitched sound as he grabbed my thighs hard, pounding into me.

“oh fuck, i- gotta, ohh, gotta cum sir.” i moaned, trying to keep my composure. he forcefully snapped his hips into me, dragging one hand down to my clit, rubbing quick circles.

i let out a pornographic sound as he slammed into me. i clenched around him, my breathing becoming shorter. “go on baby, come on. cum for me, my sweet girl.” he encouraged, squeezing my throat.

i felt him twitch inside me, knowing he was close too. i kept clenching against him, letting my thighs shake as i moaned from the pleasure. his hips started stuttering, but kept his pace.

“fucking hell, oh shit!” he spoke as i felt his cum paint my walls. he pulled out, letting his fingers collect mine and his cum. he brought his fingers to my lips, and i opened for him, sucking everything off his fingers.

he sighed, taking in the sight. removing his fingers from me, luke laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “god you’re perfect, y/n.” he spoke, pressing a kiss to my head.

“i suggest that you never wear a shirt ever again and just let me look at your back muscles.” i laughed.

“yeah? maybe i will if this is what the end result will be.”

#5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagines #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #5sos5 #5sos #luke 5sos #luke hemmings smut #michael 5sos #calum 5sos #ashton 5sos #5sos fanfic #the 5sos show tour #requested

[littledrummeraussie]

masterlist. | moodswings masterlist. | want to be added to my taglist?

warnings: hitman!Ashton. mentions of violence, blood and death. bits and pieces of smut. fluffy moments. mentions of possible cheating (does not actually happen). angst and making up.

word count: 3900

author’s note: I started writing this piece in October while I had COVID, and I decided to pick it up again. It was inspired by this song in the first place, but as I started to work out the finer details of the story I realized the moodswings really fits the vibe and has many scenes that are basically in the song, so I decided to go with that.

I don’t plan on going into certain details in the story - my main focus is on how Ashton’s secret life and choices affects his relationship with the reader.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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chapter 1.

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“Thank you for dinner, angel, it was delicious,” Ashton wrapped his arms around your waist after putting the dishes into the sink, lips pressing a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Just as always.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere, Irwin, you know that” your giggle filled the kitchen as you started to wash the plates and cutlery, head resting back against his shoulder. “Tell me, what do you want?”

“Cannot I just appreciate my gorgeous girl and her culinary skills?” he hummed with a small smile, breathing another kiss on your temple as he held you from behind.

“Okay, I will indulge you, but just this once,” you laughed and turned back to the dishes, letting your boyfriend slot his body against your back, slowly swaying with you, face tucked into your neck.

“Love quiet nights with you,” Ash mumbled against your skin, his scruff softly tickling you as he burrowed closer. “Wish they would last forever.”

“You’re awfully cuddly today,” you finished drying your hands, turning around in Ashton’s embrace and slipping your arms around his shoulders. “Is everything okay?”

“Mhmm, yeah. Just missed you, that’s all.”

His forehead knocked against yours, palms gently curling around your cheeks as his nose traced yours, hazel eyes shining beautifully. You moved forward, fingers tangling into the soft curls at the back of his head as you pulled him closer, both of you sighing into the kiss you shared. You loved the feeling of his lips on your lips, on your skin, kissing you senseless, making you feel like a queen he worshipped with everything he had.

“So, about those intentions…” you whispered on his lips, eyes closed as you both breathed deeply.

“You know they are never pure,” his little cheeky laugh resonated against you, teeth closing around your bottom lip softly before his hands wandered down to curl around the back of your thighs, picking you up swiftly. “What do you say? Are you game, gorgeous?”

“So much for quiet nights, huh?”

Ashton giggled against your cheek, pressing a sloppy kiss on your mouth as he adjusted you in his lap before turning around and making his way towards your shared bedroom.

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“I think you’ve killed me and I’m in fucking heaven,” you panted in your afterglow, a laugh mixed in with your breathy words as you willed your eyes to open, just in time to see Ashton climb out from beneath the sheets.

“That good, huh?” he laughed as well, warm palms pressing against your thighs as he ran them up to your sides, caressing you lightly. He kissed your hip, moving his lips lower to softly mouth at your clit again, and you groaned, pushing him away.

“I cannot handle more, geez. My legs are still shaking, you monster.”

“You know you love it,” Ash pushed himself up and hovered over you, pecking your nose and lips. “Let me clean you up, okay?”

You returned the kiss and nodded, resting back on the bed as he went to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth, cleaning up the mess he left on your stomach before eating you out for another 15 minutes or so. He lay back beside you, tugging on the blankets until he could wrap them around your bodies, holding you against his chest as you both came down from your highs.

“I need a shower but I don’t wanna move,” you drew circles on his stomach, making Ashton hide his smile against your hair.

“You can take one in the morning,” his soft caress followed the path down your spine, a light shiver running through you at the touch. “I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but I need to wash my hair and all, and I have an early start,” you pouted at him, and he leaned down to kiss it away.

“We can shower together. I’ll even wash your hair, deal?”

You nodded, a smile pulling at your lips as Ashton kissed you again, patting your ass cheek to usher you out of bed. There was a buzzing sound coming from the other side of the room, and you reached for Ashton’s discarded jeans, throwing them at him as he was sitting up in bed, giggling at him.

“It’s been 10 minutes already,” you nodded at the phone still vibrating in his jeans. “Wish it was something else buzzing,”

“We can talk about it tomorrow,” he chuckled, looking for his pocket to pull out his phone. “Go and start the shower, it’ll be just a second.”

Ashton waited until he was sure you started your pre-shower routine, only then did he open the text he received. He knew better than to call back the person who looked for him – he knew they were already pissed that they needed to send him a message. Written proof was always a risk in their business.

He rubbed a hand over his face, suddenly tired and losing his mood that’s been his companion for the night. Work was calling, and he started to go through his mental checklist of what needed to be done.

“Hey, Ash? Are you coming?”

His head snapped up as he looked at you, catching you leaning against the doorframe, your naked body just out of his sight. There was a slight worry pulling at your eyebrows, and more than anything he wanted to kiss away that frown so it was not marring your beautiful face.

“Yeah, sorry,” he was already up and moved towards you, arm curling around your waist to lead you to the shower. “I promised to wash your hair, right?”

“Damn right, handsome.”

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“You’re up. Why are you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Thought a quick walk would clear my head.”

You tiredly rubbed at your eyes as Ashton kicked off his boots, clothes following as he dropped them in a pile at the foot of the bed. He climbed back next to you, letting you curl into his side as he settled against his pillows, ready to catch up on his sleep. It wasn’t a lie, not really – his sleep was fitful in the first two hours, not even your soft, calm breaths on his skin could make him relax.

When the time has come he quickly got dressed and picked up his keys, going through the motions: go to the basement, open the storage room, pick up the bag, go to the garage, get in the car, drive to the location that was given to him. Get the job done. Clean up, get home, pretend like nothing happened. It’s just another Wednesday night.

“You sure you’re okay?” your arm rested around his stomach, fingertips caressing his side as you fought your own sleepy brain, wanting to make sure Ashton was able to fall asleep too.

“I’m alright now, don’t worry about me,” he kissed your forehead, fingers tangling into your hair as he brushed through it, trying to coax you back to sleep. “Good night, angel.”

“Night, night,” you mumbled into his chest, already falling asleep again, and he let out a sigh when he was sure you won’t wake up again.

Ashton buried his face against his pillow, the fabric softener and both of your perfumes mixing on it, the scent of home finally calming his senses, making him forget about the coppery smell in his nostrils.

He needed to buy a new pair of leather gloves, though.

.

“Where are you going?” Ashton reached after your hand as you crossed the living room and pulled you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist. “Looking like a snack and all.”

“It’s girls’ night, remember?” you ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead before standing up. “And I am so fucking late, you have no idea!”

“I can drop you off.”

“I didn’t want to drag you away from home, you told me tonight’s the only time when you can relax,” you bit your bottom lip while fixing your earrings, trying to withhold the puppy dog eyes that usually worked on Ashton like a charm.

“Anything for my girl,” he was already putting on his shoes and reaching for his jacket. “It’s no trouble at all. I’ll even pick you up if you need me to.”

“You’re absolutely wonderful,” you slipped into your heels and pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. “Thank you.”

Ashton stopped in front of the club 20 minutes later, leaning closer to get a quick goodbye kiss before you hopped out and disappeared behind the entrance. You’ve agreed that you’ll call him once your party is over and that he will come and take you home so you don’t need to wait and pay for an Uber. His finger was tapping against the steering wheel, following the rhythm of the song playing on the radio, thinking that maybe he could go and do some grocery shopping so you both could sleep in in the morning, or get his car washed since it has seen better days.

He just turned into the parking lot when his phone started buzzing on the seat next to him, and a quick glance at the caller made him stop, already knowing what they were going to ask from him. Ash swiped the hair back from his face as he picked it up, eyes searching his surroundings, almost like he anticipated someone watching him.

“Where?” he asked shortly, not one for asking too many unnecessary questions – he learned not to do that a long time ago.

The line cracked, the unmistakable voice listing off the address and the details, asking for a quick and clean job. Ashton’s only answer was a short ‘on it’ before disconnecting, putting the car in reverse and leaving the parking lot like he didn’t even go there in the first place.

So much for getting that grocery shopping done.

.

“Hey, I thought you’re gonna call me?” Ashton was surprised to find you already back at home, wearing your PJs, face clean of makeup as you finished getting ready for bed. “Did something happen?”

“You forgot to pick me up,” you gave him a shrug like it didn’t matter, but he could hear an edge to your voice, and that made him confused.

“You didn’t call me,” he shook his head, leaning against the doorframe to watch you in the bathroom mirror, trying to catch your gaze.

“I did,” you finally looked up at him, giving him a hard stare before your eyes slid away again, voice going quiet. “You just did not pick it up.”

“Impossible,” Ash huffed, reaching into his pocket to check his phone, sure that this was all a misunderstanding. “Shit!”

There were 5 missed calls and 7 text messages staring back at him, every one of them from you. He breathed out another silent curse as he checked the timestamps on the calls, your messages going from confused to sad and angry, and he remembered how he silenced his phone when he arrived at the given address, just to be cautious. From that point on he forgot about time, and once the job was done he was ready to go home and dispose of his gear before doing a quick grocery run like he previously planned, and then pick you up like you’ve agreed.

“Yeah, well… I really wasn’t looking forward to that Uber drive…” you finished brushing your hair, eyes still avoiding Ashton as much as you could. “I always end up with the weirdest guys… and you know I always ask them to drop me off a block away from home and I really, really wasn’t in the mood for walking tonight…”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry!” Ashton stepped forward to reach for your hand, to maybe pull you closer and comfort you somehow, to make up for his stupid mistake, but you slipped out of the bathroom before he could get to you. “I left my phone on silent, I forgot to–”

“Yeah, I wonder why that happened,” hurt laced your voice as you crossed the room, quickly burrowing under your blankets and pulling them up to your chin. “I’m tired. And I’m not in the mood to talk with you.”

“Come on, don’t do this,” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t want you to go to bed being angry with me.”

“Night, Ash,” you mumbled, now pulling the sheets over your head, clearly being done with the conversation.

Ashton looked at you for another minute, hoping you will change your mind and let him explain himself, but when you didn’t move he gave up, and with a sigh he turned around and left for the bathroom. He let the hot water run over his body for long minutes, washing off the grime and dust, the invisible spots of blood that stuck to his skin.

This definitely wasn’t what he planned for tonight – he thought he could be done with this before picking you up. He thought you could flirt with each other on the drive home, his fingers teasingly slipping under the hem of your dress, a clear sign of his intentions. You looked gorgeous, and all he could think about through the night was how he wanted to take you home and strip you of it, to have his way with you like he imagined. He wished that he could have you against him, wrapped in his arms as you made love, that you were not giving him the silent treatment because he was a shitty boyfriend tonight. Ashton knew he deserved it, but it still sucked.

After drying his hair and putting on his sweatpants he shuffled into the room, not wanting to make too much noise and wake you up in case you already fell asleep. Your head was resting on your pillow, no longer hidden under the blankets that were tucked around you now, but your back was still turned towards him, another clear sign that you were mad at him. Ashton settled onto his side of the bed, trying to make his thoughts slow down so he could fall asleep as well, but every time he closed his eyes the only thing he could see was the way you looked at him in the mirror: sad and disappointed.

He turned onto his side, listening to your breathing; truth was that Ashton hated sleeping without you. Ever since you moved in with him a year ago he got used to you always being close during the night, bodies touching under your blankets, your soft sounds calming his mind and heart, lulling him to sleep. He loved how the smell of your perfume and your body wash lingered in the air, a reminder of your presence which made his place feel like home. Living together made him learn a lot of things about you – one of which was the way you were breathing when you slept. And Ashton knew you were not asleep.

It took him a moment to gather his courage, but then he scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, his body resting against your back, a soft sound leaving his lips as he felt your hair tickle his cheek. You tensed in his arms for a second before letting yourself melt against him, your fingers tangling together as he drew circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I know,” Ashton mumbled, softly kissing your hair and letting out another sigh. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“Were you with someone else?” your voice was just above a whisper, like you were scared to even say those words out.

“Just with Calum,” he knew he could count on his friend to cover for him, but still he made a mental note to send him a text in the morning. “Thought we could catch up and all…”

“…that doesn’t explain why you didn’t pick up your phone,” you let silence settle over the two of you after that, not even sure if you were waiting for an answer from Ash or not.

“We’ve been talking about the shitty week he had and it was constantly going off with messages from work. I silenced it so I could pay attention to Cal, and left it like that. I was just clumsy. But I’m not cheating on you.”

“So the walks at night and the long showers are not because you’re trying to hide something from me?”

“You really don’t believe me, do you?”

“You’ve been acting strange all week,” you pulled your hand back to tuck it under your pillow. “What am I supposed to think?”

“I don’t know, but I promise you it’s not that,” his arm tightened around your waist like he wanted to make sure you understood what he was saying. “I love you, and I would never do that to you. I’m just… really lost in my head this week.”

“If you say so…” a quiet sigh left your lips as you burrowed against your pillow, still not entirely convinced that Ashton was telling the whole truth. “…but you’re lucky I love you too.”

.

In the morning Ashton was nowhere to be found. You woke to an empty bed, the sheets cold where your boyfriend was sleeping just a few hours ago. There were no sounds coming from the other rooms – your apartment was peaceful and quiet in the early morning sunlight that filtered through the curtains and fell across the floors. Ashton didn’t leave any message for you about his whereabouts, and you tried to fight the sick feeling in your stomach that maybe he ran to see his other lover, letting her know that they needed to be more careful.

You shook your head like you wanted the thought to fall from your mind, finally leaving you alone – Ashton promised you last night that he was not seeing anyone else, and you desperately wanted to believe him. He never gave you any reason to think that he was cheating on you, and you tried your best to give him a chance to prove that what he was saying was true. So you put on your robe and a brave face to start the day, hoping that you made the right decision.

Just as you stepped into the kitchen to start the coffee machine, you heard the front door opening, and a moment later Ashton appeared with two grocery bags in his arms, smiling at you brightly.

“Good morning, angel,” he put the bags on the table, making sure they didn’t fall over. “You’re up early.”

“I was cold without you,” you let yourself pout at him, the tension from last night slowly disappearing between the two of you. “My bed warmer went missing.”

“I wanted to do some grocery shopping after I dropped you off yesterday so we could spend a lazy day together. But since I didn’t do that, I woke up early to get it done as soon as possible, and I was hoping I could still catch you in bed,” Ashton confessed, reaching into one of the bags to pull out a box. “I stopped by your favourite bakery to buy some pistachio croissants for breakfast because I know you love them. And these too–” he quickly stepped back to the entryway and came back with a bouquet of flowers, stopping in front of you with them.

“Ash–” you felt your breath catch and your cheeks warm, not expecting anything like this from him.

“I know I’ve said it a hundred times already, but I really, truly am sorry for last night. I should have been more attentive, especially since I’ve promised to pick you up and then I did not follow through with it. I promise to be more careful and not silence my phone,” he let a hopeful smile pull at the corner of his mouth, holding the flowers out for you.

“You are just… terrible,” you let yourself smile too, accepting the flowers and wrapping an arm around his waist to burrow against him. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he breathed, kissing the top of your head.

He rested his cheek against your hair, and you hid your face in his neck, breathing in his scent, so familiar and calming. After everything that happened it felt safe being in his arms, the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne soothing your nerves – he was here with you, no traces of another lover on his clothes or skin. Ashton was still yours to love, and he made sure you knew too how he felt about you, how he loved you too.

“Let me finish making coffee, and then we can have breakfast, okay?” Ashton pressed another kiss on your forehead, smiling down at you. “After that we can go back to bed and call it a day. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like the perfect Saturday,” you nodded, burrowing back against him for another second. “I’ll put these in water. They are really beautiful, thank you.”

“You are beautiful,” Ash responded before taking a vase off the shelf and giving it to you.

While you arranged the flowers he set the table, and you spent the next half an hour eating breakfast, softly talking and playing footsie, the demons from last night disappearing with the sun lighting up the room. Ashton sent you back to bed as he quickly finished washing the plates and mugs, his jeans and shirt thrown onto a chair before he joined you under the sheets, pulling you close to him.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked last night?” Ashton moved until he could rest his head on the same pillow as you, his nose softly tracing yours as he whispered.

“Well, you did call me a snack,” your hand slipped onto his shoulder, palm sliding up and down on his arm, caressing his skin.

“I had every intention to appreciate you in that gorgeous dress,” his fingers tangled into the hem of your shirt under the blankets, tickling your waist a little. “And now I have every intention to do that while you’re wearing your PJs. I’m not picky.”

“I mean, I could put the dress back on… but you would just take it off of me,” you laughed, pressing your lips against Ashton’s. “And that would just waste our precious time on this lazy Saturday morning.”

“Hmm, I have a few ideas how we could spend our time this morning,” a cheeky smile pulled at the corner of his mouth before he pushed himself up on his elbow. “I have a surprise for you.”

He turned towards his nightstand, rummaging around until he pulled something out, hiding it in his palm. You gave him a little questioning look, and Ash laughed, finally showing you what was hidden in his hand. The item made you blush and giggle at the same time, a pleasant feeling settling in your core as you bit your lip.

“No way you did it!”

“You did tell me you wished it was something else buzzing other than my phone,” Ashton held the bullet vibe between his fingers, tracing the toy over your skin, slowly moving it over your stomach before pressing the button at the bottom, the toy softly vibrating as he held it against the top of your panties. “What do you think – shall we try it?”

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[spoiledleaff]

ashton. leafy. leafthaniel. love.

i have been… some would say haunted, some would say blessed, by visions of subby puppy rain

hmm i wonder whose fault that is uwu <3

and i was hoping that maybe you could make something happen involving that? i’m craving some needy puppy rain being put in their place by swiss and mountain…. if that tickles your taint fancy at all, haha !! :3

💙💍.

ahhh, thank you so much for indulging me with this, felix! :'D i'm just sorry it's taken me so long to muster up these spoons! but also thank you very much for letting me talk your ear off about my switch rain thoughts >:D

alrighty! everyone knows the drill by now, haha! but, regardless, it gets filthy below the cut! >:Dc

(cw for mentions of piss kink and breeding! )

"Please-" Rain whimpers, dropping their head against Mountain's outer thigh as they begin to loose themselves in how the empty boot between their thighs creates such glorious friction against the dampness of their pussy.

The two beasts before them were kind enough to rip every article of clothing from their unworthy body, even being so kind as to throw one of their discarded boots at Rain's bobbing cock. They think it was Swiss; the memory of sharp and dangerous teeth suddenly being brought to the forefront of Rain's melting brain. He barely missed the raw ache of their erection, but made no effort to apologize for nearly smacking Rain's erection back into their vessel with their own goddamn boot.

(But since when did a deity apologize to an ant?)

Rain whimpers again, their hips stuttering over the slick, shiny surface of their own ruined boot. Their arms are tied tight behind their back, and the ring of their embarrassing little dog tag keeps echoing in their sensitive ears.

(It's custom engraved. Mist had it practically tailored for them. The engraving reads 'DUMB MUTT'.)

"Shut up." Mountain rumbles, the sheer bass of his voice causing shivers to rupture over Rain's naked spine. "This is what you get for being such an insufferable little bitch."

Rain's eyes flicker up to take in the sight of Mountain: still fully dressed expect for his pants unlaced and open, his cock barely leaking any precum as Mountain lazily strokes his impressive shaft. It's mortifying almost. The fact that here Rain is, naked and exposed and rutting their own pussy against the toe of their own boot while their cock stood flush against their stomach.

And Mountain isn't even fully hard-

"For real," Swiss chimes in, his fingers tangled in Rain's tousled locks of hair, pulling tight. "Who the fuck tries to make Dewdrop play his guitar while fucking that cunt six ways to fuckin' Sunday, huh? Fucking foozler you are. Breeding that sweet little flame, and expecting him to still be able to think? Awfully rude'a you, doll."

Rain tries to say something around the massive dick shoved deep in their throat, but they don't know if they're either too overwhelmed or too fucking stupid to word anything.

"You always think you're such hot shit." Mountain chimes in with a growl, reaching over and lacing his own calloused fingers in the strands of tangled hair that Swiss hasn't already snatched.

They exchange grips, and Mountain yanks Rain's head off of Swiss' cock before dragging the little water slut towards Mountain's burgeoning erection. The force of Mountain and Swiss' exchange causes Rain's hips to buck harshly against the boot below them, their hard cock rubbing over the laces of their boot. Rain's mouth falls open in a cry, and Mountain uses the opportunity to shove his cock past Rain's docile fangs.

"You just need someone to put you in your pathetic fucking place, huh?" Mountain huffs with a dangerous smirk, his claws digging hard into Rain's skull. He pulls his cock out of Rain's mouth, slapping them with the ruddy head before quickly shoving himself back inside.

Rain cries out in surprise at the rough treatment, though they can't stop the way their cock is leaking, or the way their pussy's fucking gushing, or even the way their hips are still fucking humping over their own goddamn boot.

"Dumb fuckin' dog." Swiss laughs, and Rain can see the way his thumb swipes over the head of his cock, smearing the precum accumulating at the slit.

"Our stupid little knot slut." Mountain agrees with a roll of his hips. Rain exaggerates a wet gagging noise for their pleasure, though the gills lining their vessel ensures they can still breathe.

"Gonna keep that hot little pussy stretched tight over our knots, yeah?"

"Attach a leash, maybe. Pass it between the two of us and choke you on your own submission."

"Breed you like the little bitch you are."

(Mountain practically shoves Rain off of his dick, and Swiss is quick to yank Rain's head back towards his own bobbing erection, shoving his full length down Rain's open throat.)

"Choke you on our cocks until you learn your place is on your knees in front of us."

"Mark you up like the hellbeasts the Clergy expects us to be, yeah, doll?"

"Bite you all over until you bleed like a gutted dog."

"Ohoho, sweet little dirty boy," Swiss moans, dropping his grip on Rain's tangled locks in favor of using their horns as leverage, forcibly dragging Rain's mouth up and down the full length of his shaft, "why stop at just our teeth? We'll drain our little puppy slut of almost all his blood, leave them so lightheaded they won't know what's being fucked into them."

Mountain groans as his fist visibly tightens around his own cock.

"Could be cum," Swiss grins, feral and bright despite the low lighting of the room, "could be piss."

"You'd never be left empty, water lily, that's for fucking sure." Mountain agrees, and Rain can vaguely hear the rapid slapping of the earth ghoul's tail against the legs of the chair he's lounging in.

"Breed you with every fucking fluid we could possibly stuff into your stupid little puppy holes."

Rain gasps, shudders as their hips speed up over the toe of their boot, purposefully angling themselves forward to drag their sensitive cock over the lacings. The boot beneath them is fucking ruined-

And Swiss knows.

"You really are just a fucking mutt, lookit the mess you're making, dollface." Swiss yanks Rain's head off his cock once more, forcing Rain to look down at the poor boot sandwiched painfully between their thighs. "Might make you clean that boot off with that filthy fucking tongue of yours. It'd be bad manners to give it back to our lovely Siblings stained with your worthless cum, yeah?"

Mountain snorts, though it almost sounds like a guttural moan with the way he's still furiously jerking his cock.

"Clean every fucking inch of your boot from our cum and piss. Make you lap it up like it's doggy chow-" Swiss leans his head back and laughs loudly, like he just told the funniest fucking joke of the century.

"Suck on the laces like it's Mommy's nipple," Mountain gasps, and Rain thinks he might be getting close, "lick the tongue with yours."

"On second thought," Swiss pauses, shaking Rain's head with the grip he has on their horns for no fucking reason, "maybe we'll just make you clean everything up with your head, mutt. Wouldn't want you to make everything dirtier with that filthy fucking tongue."

Rain sobs as Swiss hands their head over to Mountain, and, this time, he shoves the full weight of that massive fucking dick down Rain's speared open throat.

"There's a good puppy."

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[railroad-migraine]

Hello! Im not sure if your requests are Open but could you do molly, dariax, Percy , dorian and Ashton with an s/o with thick thighs? Like. They could be pillow or stressballs thighs!

Your writing is so cool and the one about Ashton getting flowers made me melt!!

Have a nice day and please take ur time!

Requests are indeed open darling! I'm currently not writing for Campaign 1, but I'll gladly do the rest! I'm so happy you liked the flower fic - I loved writing it 🥰 Thick thigh solidarity babyyy <3

Also this is very self indulgent bc these 4 own my heart

~ Poet

S/O Has Thick Thighs (That Save Lives)

Ashton 💙

It's the contrast between you two that gets to him on a deeper level. For a long time, he has been calloused and hard to the touch, rough and lean with muscle. Meanwhile, you're all soft edges and velvet. Often rests a hand on your thigh as a casual gesture of affection when seated at the tavern. It's no big deal to anyone else, but it's a gesture that means a lot to the both of you. A quiet "I'm here."

I briefly have mentioned this before, but you can bet your ass that the resident barbarian of Bell's Hells will carry you on their shoulders. Ashton is your number one fan and will have your legs dangling from around his neck just to show you off.

It's especially fun when it's colder bc Ash is like a literal rock, and the heat from your thighs keeps their sour mood in check. They're like earmuffs hehe. Be careful of low hanging doorframes tho cuz... ouch. Don't wanna bump any foreheads.

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Dariax 💚

Thigh guy. Loves them, how soft and warm they are. He's your short himbo boyfriend so he appreciates the fact that there's more of you for him to love and adore. King of body worship and positivity. He's your personal cheerleader - you can do no wrong in his eyes.

This boy needs his sleep after the chaos he created and chases after each day. That's why one of his favourite things in the whole world is to curl up into your side and lay his head in your lap. He's out like a light after that. You can't help but feel relief - his mind, often going a mile a minute, can finally have some well deserved rest. He snores tho sorry

Of the four of them, I'd say he's the most likely to use them as stress balls :^; He still gets bad dreams from time to time, so when he wakes up, dazed, and sees you laying peacefully next to him, you ground him completely. He huddles close and wraps his arms around one thigh, squeezing you tight to him and finding sleep once more.

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Dorian 💙

Like Dariax, the hot blue boi likes to lay his head down on your thighs. It's more of a nightly routine rather than a straight pillow though. You both talk about what happened that day, on what will happen next, gossip and just be with each other in a way that seems so domestic.

He holds your hands in his, pressing absentminded kisses to your knuckles every now and again as if you were the air genasi about to float away if not grounded. Is NOT happy when you take your hands away, but melts if you card your fingers through his hair. He settles for placing his hand on a thigh and stroking idle circles with his thumb over the fabric stretched over it.

Take this iconic fashionista's words to heart when he says you look amazing in whatever you wear. Be it thighguards of leather or steel, or even a loose nightshirt/dress that reaches above your knee, Dorian gets a little flustered and shy bc you're simply that gorgeous.

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Molly 💜

Due to his infernal bloodline, Molly's body emits a great amount of heat - his hands are no exception. So, being the caring and attentive partner he is, he shares that warmth with you by giving your thighs a lighthearted pinch or pat whenever he can. You're all warmed up now even if you're left squirming while he beams at you with that toothy grin of his.

In private, he gives your thighs lil kisses and nuzzles just to be cute :3 BUT you gotta be extra dexterous to lightly smack him away before he nips at you with those tiefling canines. Your throat bubbles up with laughter because it tickles and you cover your face with your hands, but he reaches up and gently pries them away. Molly doesn't want you to hide. Not from him. Not ever.

Likes to flop lay on top of you, his body between your legs with his head on your tummy as his arms circle around your waist. You might wake up in the middle of the night only to find yourself effectively pinned down by a sleepy, clingy bloodhunter.

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[nonobadcat]

A real world AU Gothic Romance - part 2/3

Artwork by the amazing @obsidianne-art

Pairing: Ghost Shigaraki X Fem!Reader

Rating: Readers 18+ only

Content Warnings: Dead dog mention, PnO, V/oy with stalker vibes, self-care of an adult nature, mentions of a rich family being jerks to working class Reader

Chapter Two Word Count: 3.9k, Ao3 Mirror

Part I ---❤--- Part 3

Saturday, October 22nd, 2022

Slamming the door of your ten year old car, you ducked your head under one arm and raced through the cold, October rain. By the time the front door banged shut, wet tendrils of wild hair were plastered to your skin. Wiping your forehead, you kicked off your muddy shoes and threw your patched, Carhartt coat over the grand newel at the front of the stairs.

Making a fake mouth with your hand, you mimicked a nasally whine. “Do you really need to go in and out so many times? You’re letting the cold in! Jayden-Breydon-Ashton-Trenton will get pneumonia and his lungs will be damaged. If my perfect child can’t win at every sport known to man because of you, I'll sue! My husband’s a lawyer! Our congressman will hear about this!” Your tool bag thumped to the floor as you trudged up the stairs grumbling to yourself. “Yeah, and your Karen nonsense is gonna pay quadruple time before I go out at seven on a Saturday cause your dumb brat flushed his plastic army men down the toilet. Again!”

As you turned the final step, your dominant hand’s pointer finger caught on the rail, forcing the already injured digit back a painful 190 degrees. A stream of violent curses poured from your mouth, dripping onto the antique banister with enough acidic bite to melt the finish. Peeling off the plastic Pokémon bandaid, you glared at the inch long slice down the inside of your knuckle. 

“Friggen yuppie bedroom communities and their cookie cutter, spliced together McMansions!” you grumbled, slamming a flat palm into the bedroom door. It banged open, bouncing off the newly installed spring stopper before sliding to a halt. Ripping off your coveralls, you tossed the filthy, muck soaked mess into the plastic basket marked “Work Clothes” in half erased black sharpie. “Small wonder the plumbing is always clogged. The builder did such a junk job that crap rolls up the pipes! Another Bryane Homes special!”

Flinging your undergarments to the creamy, hex tile floor, you flipped on the shower, listening to the old pipes thump twice before water finally emerged. Air in the lines again, huh? Looks like this weekend you'd be leak checking everything that "master plumber" did, again. The previous homeowner sure didn't know how to find a handyman.

Stepping past the glass door into the recently remodeled shower of beige stone, you snagged your favorite body wash and mopped the stink of the day off your skin. The splash of water on the stainless drain grate mingled with deep sighs, ventilation fans, and the clunk of your skull on smooth tile. 

"I hate humanity!" you groaned, burying your head in your hands.

After completing your nightly routine, you opened the bedroom door, letting the warm, humid air fill the cold, dry room. Hard rain pelted the windows, rolling in thick droplets down the dark glass. Thunder rumbled in the distance as you padded naked and barefoot across the oak floor. You snapped on the small table lamp near your bed and headed for the wardrobe.

The royal purple, babydoll chemise slipped onto your body like a glove. Lacy, princess seams and triangular cups were lined with smooth raylon for discreet, but suggestive coverage. Trimmed with tiny satin bows, the mesh back hugged your curves before dipping into a graceful, flowing skirt. A ruffled hem hung two inches below your crotch line, showing off soft thighs and tiger-striped stretch marks. Tugging on cute panties, you climbed into smooth, cool sheets and pulled the flimsy microfiber comforter over your shoulders. The bedside light snapped off. Heavy lids drifted shut.

The tritone blast of a train whistle rattled through the windows. With a groan, you pulled your flat pillow over your head and buried your face in the mattress. Steady click-clacks accompanied the dull roar that poured in on the blustering winds. Eye twitching, you looked up just as lightning flashed across the room. Caught in the bright glare, red eyes glowed in the mirror.

Hold up, what?!

You sat bolt upright, clutching the cheap blanket to your chest. The pounding of your heart drowned out the next thunder clap. You squinted at the looking glass, but there was no sign of anything but the bathroom light.

Aw crap. Duh. The bathroom!

The bedside lamp clicked back on. With a frustrated snarl, you trapsed across the room and flipped the wall switch, snuffling out the CFL above the toilet. Tugging the door shut, you cast a wary glance at the old mirror. Still nothing there. Shaking your head, you crawled back into bed and flicked the table light off again.

Fifteen minutes after the train blew past, you lay in bed, staring at the cracked plaster ceiling. Though softening droplets made for relaxing background noise, itchy eyes and a wild imagination refused to let you rest. Counting down from one hundred proved useless.You’d tensed and released your entire body muscle by muscle, twice. Four-Seven-Eight breathing did little to ease your racing mind. You swallowed, realizing the one thing you hadn’t tried yet.

Oh yeah right! Like you could get off when those burning eyes were seared into your brain!

Rolling over for the fiftieth time, you spotted the murky outline of the mahogany secretary through the shadows. Huh… Well, if sexy thoughts were too awkward, maybe picturing something cute and heartwarming would do?

You groaned, pressing your palms to your dry eyes. Throwing off the covers, you walked to the old writing desk and flopped down the front panel. The key clicked in the latch. You extracted the picture of the Shimura children and their dog before heading back to bed. The bedside lamp flipped on. Your hand traced the edge of the old photograph.

“Geeze, you both were really cute kids.” You pursed your lips, checking the date. Tidy, pencil lead scrawl read: 1884.  “Ugh… The poor dog only made it a year?! Screw that puppy puncher!” 

You laid the photo on the nightstand, before flopping back onto your bed. As you curled onto your side, half-stuffed blankets cupped your cheek. You yawned, picturing the sweet smile on the little boy's face. Warm, dark eyes beamed with joy as he clutched his new friend like a treasure. You hummed, grabbing a roll of the comforter and dragging it to your chest. If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel soft fur and excited panting, as if you were the one with a puppy in your arms. The steady thump of rain on glass reminded you of a fast paced doggie heartbeat. Buried face first in your fantasy, your breathing slowed. Tired limbs grew heavy as your brain floated away.

“I hope you did okay after everything, Tenko,” you murmured into the blankets. “I wish I could have met you.”

Racing through the pounding rain, you braced a hand over your eyes. The light of the grand house ahead pierced the blurry haze, guiding you up the gravel drive. Slick kidskin boots took the stairs two at a time. Wet hands shoved slimy strands of ruined hair behind your ears. Cold precipitation soaked through your waist-hugging wool coat. The fashionable bell sleeves of the short, double breasted jacket did little to protect your blouse from the elements. Water dripped from the poofy edge of cream silk bishop sleeves. You tugged out the long pins that clamped your toque hat to your head. Rain had flooded the dark beaver felt. The tiny brim sagged low like your mood. With as much dignity as you could muster, you straightened the deep purple kick pleats of your wool skirt before rapping on the door. 

Kerosene lamplight spilled out onto the porch as a tall, imposing butler in a double breasted suit stared down at you. “May I help you?” he asked. 

You squinted to make out his features, but even holding a lantern, his face was obscured by shadow. Swallowing your nerves, you rolled your shoulders back. The wet plip-plop from saturated silk ruined the image. Still, you raised your chin. “I am terribly sorry to bother you, but my bicycle tire went flat just before sunset. I must have gotten turned around in the lane during the storm and now I’m hopelessly lost. May I stay here until morning?”

“Kurogiri,” a gravelly voice growled from the front parlor. “Show her in.”

“Of course,” the butler replied, bowing at the waist. He held one arm out, gesturing to the open door. “Please, come this way.”

Leaving puddles with each step of your button-up ankle boots, you trod soddenly into the next room. Sumptuous scarlet wallpaper patterned with geometric golden rings glowed in the dim yellow light of the brass and glass wall sconce. A high backed, Rococo revival sofa set sat atop a plush, hand knotted wool rug. Across a throne of golden floral brocades, the evening paper lay tossed aside. You followed long, slender ankles up black merino trousers to a smoking jacket the color of pinot noir. Single breasted and well fit, its shawl collar was trimmed in deep ebony velvet. Instead of buttons, two ornate frog closures nipped in at the waist. White collar unbuttoned to his throat latch and leaning against the window, the master of the house peered at you with burning red eyes. Flowing waves of silver-white hair cascaded around his heart shaped face. When you froze, he scratched the side of his dry, peeling neck and grinned at you.

“Retro suits you,” he teased. 

Dumbfounded, you stared at the handsome twenty something.

With a hum, he rose to his feet and moved a plush, small stool nearer to the fireplace. “Kurogiri, prepare a hot bath.”

The butler snapped his heels and headed up the stairs, leaving you dripping on the not-so-old wood floor.

Your host patted the rich, tufted upholstery. “Take off your coat and get warm before you catch the flu.”

Horrified, you waved your hands. “I’m soaked! I’ll ruin your furniture!”

Rolling his eyes, he stalked across the room and snatched up your wrist. “You made it this far barging into my life, why worry about it now?”

As howling wind rattled the bay windows, you shivered.

The slender man pushed you down onto the plush seat, plucking the buttons of your tightly fitted coat before you could protest. He shook it out, spattering water across the ivory carpet before hanging it over the back of a chair. “See?” he demanded, pointing to the pristine rug. “It doesn’t matter here.”

“Here?” You wrapped your arms around yourself. “What do you mean?”

He snorted, flopping down on the sofa. Resting his pointy elbows on his knees, he smirked at your over folded hands. “It’s just a dream. You can’t ruin anything.”

"A dream?" You peeked around him at the elegant impressionist paintings on the walls. Through the open door, you spotted a square based, bone china vase on a familiar mahogany table. Startled eyes flicked back to the man before you. "Hey wait a second, this is—"

"My home," he finished with a taunting sneer. "I lived here long before you did."

You narrowed your eyes, scanning up and down his features. "Who are you?"

With a scowl, he pointed to his nose. "Seriously? You're the one who asked to meet me, idiot."

As he threw himself back in the chair, the kerosene lamplight faded from his face. Dark waves and almond eyes dragged the picture of the little boy to the front of your mind. You lept to your feet in excitement.

"Tenko?! Tenko Shimura?!"

The man before you cringed like he'd been smacked with a brick. Grabbing your arm, he dragged you down to his level. "Don't call me that! That's not my name!"

Wobbly, worn out legs threatened to pitch you forward into his lap. When your knees buckled, panicked hands caught the wooden frame of the sofa. With his face only an inch away, brilliant red irises reminded you of living rubies. Though his brow hair had been burned away and the skin under his eyes looked painfully dry, the adorable mole on his right chin made your heart skip. Your breath caught in your throat. The tiny scar on his left lip curled with his sneer. Blazing heat splashed over your skin, surging up into your head like three glasses of sherry. 

Oh crap… he was stupid hot!

"O-oh!" you stammered, forcing a pinched laugh. "I'm… er… um…" Your eyes rolled away from his pointed stare. "Sorry." 

With an irritated sigh, he loosed your arm and scratched his neck. "Just don't call me Shimura again, got it?"

"Of course! I'm really sorry!" Swallowing down the stone in your throat, you fiddled with your fingers. "I would have changed my name too, given the circumstances."

He tossed you a proud smirk. "I knew you would understand."

A pointed cough echoed from the door. "Master Shigaraki," the butler called. "The bath is ready, as you requested."

Freshly aware of exactly how close your face was to your host, you jolted backwards. The heel of your boots caught on the plush carpet. Just as you started to slip, Shigaraki wrapped one arm around your corseted waist and pulled you into his chest.

"Shall we go upstairs?" he purred in your ear.

Okay… now you were wet for an entirely different reason.

Step by step, the master of the house led you up the walnut treads towards the far bedroom. He smelled like feral cumin-musk and spicy cloves. As you passed the master suite, you raised a curious brow.

"That was my parents’," he explained, pulling you along. "I never wanted to sleep in the same place as that man."

"Oh…" you murmured, following him into the northern bedroom. "That makes a lot of sense.”

In your-er… his sleeping quarters, the gothic revival bed set and elegant writing desk sat in the same spots as their present-day counterparts. However, the warm amber stain looked much less yellow than in your time. Beyond the pocket bathroom door, polished marble tiles led to a gilded porcelain soaking tub. Steam poofed into the cold air, curling up past cream silk papered walls delicately trimmed with gold leaf. Dried lavender potpourri scented the room. A fluffy towel lay neatly folded on the mother-of-pearl pedestal sink.

The fingers on your corset dipped down to your hips as he loomed over your shoulder. Warm breath tickled your ear.  "After your bath, you can apologize properly for your mistake.”

A coy smile curled onto your lips. “Define properly?”

Two fingers gripped your chin and turned your face to his. Red eyes drifted shut. “Take a guess.”

Shigaraki's lips tasted of wine and copper. With a moan, you leaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands drifted to the buttons on the back of your wool skirt. It slumped to the floor, pooling around your ankles. A soft tongue stroked yours. You met his motions with heated enthusiasm. Deft fingers plucked the fasteners of your wet, ruffled blouse until it slipped from your shoulders. Tangling his hand in your stays, he tugged your s-curve corset and its cover free. Your thumbs hooked under your drawers and petticoat, throwing them to the ground. Kicking them away, all that remained between you and him was a thin, silk chemise and one pair of stubborn, button-up boots.

“How on earth do you people even get to the good part?!” you demanded, squatting to fight with the brass closures.

He cackled. “A little excited are we?”

You reached up and cupped the bulge in his trousers. “You’re one to talk," you fired back with a naughty wink.

The pale man groaned, snatching your wrist into his strong grip. His cheeks flushed pink. “If you want to make it to that bath, stop now," he rasped.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you flashed him a saucy smirk. “Bold of you to assume I give a rat’s about the bath.” 

All at once, Shigaraki dragged you to your feet, smashing his lips against yours like he intended to eat you alive. As you giggled, he broke the kiss and marched you back into the bedroom. “Wagtail,” he growled, tossing a pillow on the floor.

Settling yourself on your knees, you pawed at the front of his pants. “I don't know what that means, but I like dogs.”

Fortunately for everyone involved, his pants had far fewer buttons than your stupid shoes. You fumbled with the frog closures for only a moment before shoving the velvet smoking jacket out of the way. Untucking his long shirtwaist, your fun screeched to a halt when you encountered long underwear.

“What the actual—” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “So much for a strip tease!” Faking a pout, you tugged on his shirt. “Help a horny girl out?”

With a snort of laughter, Shigaraki quickly shuffled out of his complex layers. By the time you got your damp chemise and stupid boots off, his stiff cock finally escaped its elborate prison. Thumb and forefinger forming a ring grip, you gave him a few experimental strokes. When he tossed his head back, white waves haloed his face. You bit your lip, savoring the ethereal beauty of his fair complexion against those haunting crimson irises. 

A firm hand cupped the back of your head. “Now you slow down?” he demanded between pants.

Tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, you lowered your lips to his weeping, flushed tip. “Calm down. I'm just savoring the moment.”

When your hot mouth slipped over his salty head, the man above you gasped. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your way down, inch by inch. Your tongue stroked the thick vein on his underside, trailing up to the small piece of tissue just below the spongy crown. Flicking the sensitive skin elicited a throaty whimper.

Shigaraki’s strong fingers curled tighter into your scalp as he loosed a garbled curse. “More,” he demanded.

You smirked at the expletive before diving back down. 

Taking his generous girth deep into your mouth, your tongue lolled around the edge of his shaft. Your free hand slid up his soft inner thighs. Rolling his balls between your fingers, you shivered when musky precum coated your tastebuds. Harsh pants from above urged you on.

As you worked him further into ecstasy, each stuttered thrust crept closer and closer to the soft roof of your mouth. You angled him away from your gag, swallowing down thick saliva. It didn’t help. Drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, leaving him coated in slick. Wet clicks accompanied choked whines as you worked him to the back of your throat.

Shigaraki squirmed in your hold, guiding you into a relentless pace. Your jaw ached as his swollen cock forced you to spread your teeth wider. Tears welled at your lash line. His filthy moans stoked the heat between your legs. All at once, he stiffed, his hard grip clamping down on your skull.

With a hoarse gasp, he spilled himself down your throat.

Flying up in your bed, you banged your chest as violent coughs wracked your body. By the time you cleared your sore throat, all you could smell was stale, salty breath. You groped for the clock on your night stand. Red LEDs read 3:39am. Your thighs shifted against each other. Wet need stained your panties.

“Not fair!” you whined, slamming your fist into your limp pillow. “Of course I wake up before the good part!”

Flopping back onto the mattress, you rolled onto your side and squeezed your eyes shut. How long you laid there, staring at the back of your eyelids was impossible to say. However, while the digital numbers rolled upwards, sleep danced further and further away. The cravings from your wet dream still burning in your skin, you whimpered and slipped your hand between your legs.

That was when a rip of pain reminded you of that nasty slice on your finger.

Cussing violently, you flipped on the table light. Sure enough, fresh crimson seeped across the previously clotted wound. Throwing off the covers, you gripped your bleeding finger and shuffled off to the cold bathroom. Thrusting your hand under the tap, you gingerly cleaned and dried the injury. The mirrored medicine cabinet rattled open. You peeled a brand new Pikachu Band-aid from its packaging and slapped it over the damaged digit. Closing your eyes, you leaned on the ceramic sink. It was no good. Sharp stabs from your hand couldn’t compete with the hypersensitive need crawling up your core.

As your fingers curled into the thin, cheap towel, you knew what you had to do to fall asleep.

From his glassy vantage point, Tomura watched your pursed lips and frustrated stomping with a pleased sneer. Dragging the flimsy Walmart towel from its mount, you trudged back into your bedroom and threw it on the sheets. Though the light snapped off, he could still see as clear as day. With a raised brow, he watched you ball the fabric under your hips and flop over onto your stomach. 

As you began to grind yourself on the towel, a long deceased cock sprung back to life.

One palm flat against the cool bedding, your free hand tugged the stretch lace cup of your slinky nightgown aside. Soft fingers tickled your bare breast before tweaking the pert nipple. You shuddered, loosing a slutty moan. 

Leaning against the surface of his mirror, Tomura shuffled himself out of his clothes and gripped his shaft. Watching you roll your body against the rough cloth sent a spike of pleasure through his belly. Erotic creaks from his old bed left his mouth bone dry. Your blood plumped lips and half lidded eyes made for fertile fantasies. Swiping some of the pre-cum from his slit, he began to match your pace.

As you worked yourself further and further into depravity, the show before him left Tomura feverish and panting. He watched your legs curl and slacken as you tried to find the right pressure. A few irritated grumbles accompanied rustling bed sheets. When you finally hit upon a position that made your body clench, he heard filthy pleas spilling for your lips.

“Please,” you begged, your hips vibrating against the rough fabric. “W-want your cock so bad!”

Liquid heat blazed through his veins as he fisted his swollen length. Stoking the fire with each pump, he chased the feverish sensation with single-minded desire. The sound of your eager cries and sight of your fingers teasing the pert nub propelled him forward. Hazy eyes watched your body tremble as he pictured himself balls-deep in your velvety cunt. It should be his hand teasing your tit. It should be his fingers making those slutty noises spill from your puffy lips. He clenched his teeth, losing himself in thoughts of your soft body clamped around his swollen cock.

It was then that a raspy inhale accompanied the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. 

“Shi-Shigaraki…” You whimpered his name, burying your face in the mattress. “Mmmm gonna… gonna—”

All at once, he exploded over the glass. Limp body leaning on the frame, he drank in the sight of your heaving chest and dazed smile. He watched you shove the towel to the floor and snuggle into the pillow. As your breathing slowed, one overpowering, addictive thought filled his brain with intoxicating lust.

He had to hear you call his real name over and over in that same, needy voice.

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Nico’s Berry First Birthday

part 1

AN: idk what to say lol. This was supposed to be posted MONTHS ago and I never did lol. Gif from @calmfolklore from this gifset

Requested? No

Warnings: sad dad!Cal and mentions of abandonment, Mitchy Collins ruining our baby's birthday

Word Count: 3.1k words

“Nico, c’mon, go with grandma I’m not going to be long.” Calum said, trying to pry off his now one year old daughter. 

But she wouldn’t budge. She tightened her grip around his neck, nearly choking him. He tried everything, even tickling her. But that only annoyed her, and the last thing he wanted to do was get her upset on her birthday. On the other hand he didn’t want to bring her to the interviews he had to do. One thing he learned from last week’s promo was that even Nico can get annoyed with watching Encanto ten times in a row. He also doesn’t want Nico anywhere near James Cordon because he knew that James would annoy his kid and ruin her mood for the rest of the day. 

“Bring the little demon, we’re already late.” Ashton called from the driveway gate.

“Ah!” Nico frowned when she heard Ashton call her a demon. She leaned over and smacked the top of his head.

Calum rolled his eyes. “Shit like that is why she doesn’t like you mate.” He told Ashton as he unlocked the car to get Nico in. He buckled her in and whispered to her, “You know he doesn’t mean it.”

The one year old looked up at the sun roof, annoyed. It was her version of rolling her eyes since she hadn’t mastered her eye rolls yet. For Calum’s sake he hoped she didn’t until she was at least fifty. 

He turned to his mom. “We’ll be back in a few. Think you can hold down the fort?” He asked her. 

“Of course, darlin'." Joy said.

“I left a list of all the people that are gonna come by. If anything happens or something gets mixed up just call me. I also left—”

“Just go. We’ll be fine.” 

Calum nodded and gave Joy a side hug. He rounded over to the driver’s side. He opened the gate and back out of the gate. He waved to his mom as he followed Micheal’s car to James’ studio. They lucked out and were able to push back recording because the guests had something else to do in the evening.

For which Calum was grateful because after the band’s appearance, they had to do another interview, and after that interview he had to rush home to get him and Nico ready for her birthday party. Though he silently cursed at the band’s management for getting them interviews on Nico’s birthday.

A familiar olive green Jeep was parked in the studio. 

It was Alexis Ximena’s. 

Calum rested his head on the steering wheel when he parked next to Michael. He wasn’t ready to see her. Last night ended on an awkward note. When they decided to take things to her bedroom, they didn’t go as far as they hoped. Dr. Manny walked in on them while Calum’s face was buried in between Alexis Ximena’s thighs. It was the most awkward moment of his life. And to make matters worse Dr. Manny was carrying Nico. Not only did his daughter’s pediatrician see him doing things with HIS daughter, but Calum managed to traumatize his own daughter.

Ashton knocked on his window, making him look up. He tapped his wrist, as if he had a watch, motioning Calum to hurry up. Calum flipped him off and begrudgingly got out of the car. He unbuckled Nico and handed her to Ashton, so he could get her things from the trunk. 

They both shared an uncomfortable look, but Nico allowed Ashton to hold her. They watched Calum grab the stroller and place everything the one year old could need, stuffing it in the bottom basket of the stroller. Ashton passed Nico back to him so he could buckle her in her stroller. 

He draped her blanket over the stroller, blocking the bright sun for Nico. He pushed the stroller and followed Ashton where Michael and Luke were. A backstage crew member approached them and guided them to their greenroom. 

Calum had never been so happy to see goldfish snacks. He grabbed all of the packets and some of the snacks provided and stuffed them in Nico’s backpack because he didn’t pack any for her since she was supposed to stay with his parents and Mali. He also grabbed a few water bottles in case she got thirsty. 

He unfastened Nico from her stroller and sat her down next to him. He dug in her backpack, thankful that he had packed her an extra pair of shoes because they left without putting on shoes on her. He pulled out a pair of white Nike Cortez with a pink swish that matched her pink Nike tracksuit. 

“You have some fucking nerve showing you’re face here.” Calum heard Michael say.

He looked over his shoulder and found Alexis Ximena standing at the entrance wide eyed and confused. 

“What did I do?” She asked, surprised.

“You were in The Batman!” Michael exclaimed. 

“I never said I wasn’t.”

“But you never said you were.”

Alexis Ximena rolled her eyes and pushed past him, making her way to Nico. The one year excitedly made grabby hands at her. Alexis Ximena picked her up and kissed her cheeks. 

“Happy birthday!” she sang to her. She turned to Calum. “Why is your daughter dressed like Ruth Rose?”

“Who?” He asked, taking Nico back in his arms because she took her shoe off. 

“From the ‘A-Z Mysteries’, she’s one of the main characters and she always wore monochromatic outfits.”  she explained. 

Calum furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, not knowing what she was talking about.

“Forget it.” she waved him off. She looked down at Nico and giggled. “She took her other shoe off.”

Calum shook his head, “you’ve got to be shitting me Nico.”

*

By 2pm, Nico’s party was in full swing. Calum felt proud that the party came out pretty nicely. He had gone all out with strawberry decorations as it was Nico’s favorite fruit. From strawberry balloon arches to strawberry based desserts. There was a taquero stationed next to the makeshift bar and dessert table. Michael was in the backyard manning the DJ booth playing various genres of kids songs. 

“No,” Calum told Nico sternly, pushing the fresas con crema out of her reach. 

The one year old frowned. Nico bent sideways trying to get off her high chair. But she couldn’t. Out of anger, she leaned forward and swiped the plate of tacos Calum got for them to share on the ground. She clapped happily when Duke trotted over and ate the food. She stopped then looked at him, making pleading eyes and gesturing to the cup of fresas con crema.

"No." He repeated. He got up from the stool next to her and went to grab a beer.

"Has she eaten?" Joy asked him as she fixed the gift table when he passed her.

"No," he sighed. "She's being a little shit."

"Take one to know one, darling." She said nonchalantly.

"Oi!" He blinked at her, surprised at her comment.

"When you were her age all you wanted to eat was fairy bread and Tiny Teddies." 

"Well you did make the best fairy bread." 

“I’m aware.” She smiled proudly. She looked around, making sure no one was close. 

Calum knew that look. She was about to have a serious talk with him or she was going to interrogate him about something Mali told her. 

Her smile softened,“Mali mentioned Alexis was coming.”

Calum blinked in surprise, remembering when Aaliyah introduced them almost two years ago when they were at FireFight Australia. “You remember Alex?” 

“Of course I do. She’s a nice girl. She was in Sydney a few months back and I ran into her and she invited me to lunch. So how serious is it?"

The doorbell rang before he could answer her.

"I'll get it." He announced, rushing over to the front door.

Calum got nervous hoping it was Alexis Ximena. He walked inside and did a quick u-turn to the kitchen and took the fresas con crema cup away in case Nico tried to make someone give her the cup. He quickly checked himself in the mirror by the front door. He smiled brightly when he opened the door but quickly dropped his smile when he saw it was just Ashton and Marina.

"Oh it's you." He said, stepping aside to let them in.

"Hello to you too." Ashton grumbled. 

"Where's the birthday girl?" Marina asked Calum. 

"In the kitchen." he answered

He took the present Marina had in her hand and led her and Ashton to the kitchen. Nico sat sadly on her high chair, but she smiled brightly at Marina. She made grabby hands at her.

“Hi birthday girl.” Marina said softly. She approached Nico and let her touch her growing belly. She giggled when Nico’s eyes widened when the baby kicked her hand. “The baby says happy birthday too.”

He eyed Marina's belly and felt nauseous. It was a reminder of what he missed. It was a part of Nico that he never got to see or experience since he never saw Loli pregnant. He never got to see Nico through the ultrasound or hear her heartbeat or feel her kick Loli's belly. It was almost a whole year that he missed. Part of him wished he could turn back time and be there for Loli, for his daughter, but it was impossible. At least he got to see her now and he wouldn't give that up.

Calum wandered out to the yard and got more food before joining his parents, Mali, Luke, and Elijah were. He fell into conversation, nodding along to whatever they were talking about while he ate. He would look over to the kitchen where Marina had. 

"¡Feliz Cumple!" He heard Alexis Ximena tell Nico. 

Before he could even turn around to head back inside, Luke pushed past him. He rolled his eyes as his best friend went over to greet Aaliyah's family as if he was the host of the party. He awkwardly waited for Luke to finish greeting Aaliyah’s family when he heard Nico’s giggles. He looked behind him and saw Alexis Ximena showing her a stuffed crocodile. 

Nico kicked her feet excitedly as Alexis Ximena made the stuffed crocodile dance on the table of Nico’s high chair. Calum blinked in surprise hearing her speak a nearly perfect Australian accent as she talked to Nico. He smiled to himself when his one year old took the stuffed crocodile and hugged it tightly. 

“Ah!” Nico motioned to Alexis Ximena to give her the cup of fresas con crema.

“No, Nico.” Calum said, grabbing the cup. “You haven’t eaten.”

Nico frowned and pushed the crocodile on the ground.

“Nico!” he said sternly, but in a hush tone so he wouldn’t draw attention to them. 

Alexis Ximena picked up the stuffed crocodile and handed it back to Nico. She stood up giving Calum a chance to take her in. She was obviously overdressed, dressed to the nines in a short black dress and tall platform heels. She had a good three inches on him in those heels. 

“Why is she dressed like Strawberry Shortcake?” She asked him, gesturing to Nico who babbled to her crocodile.

“She’s not dressed like cake?”

“No,” she shook her head. “The cartoon.”

“There’s a cartoon about cake?”

“No menso, hold on.” She pulled out her phone and quickly typed. “You have the worst wi—oh it loaded. Here.” She showed him her phone screen.

There were images of a cartoon little girl dressed in a strawberry hat, denim overalls with a striped pink and white long sleeve under and yellow shoes. Calum looked over to Nico and she wore almost the same thing except, “Nico’s wearing a bucket hat and a denim dress. Not to mention, she has gold Vans. Obviously it’s not the same. Maybe they copied Nico.”

“The show came out in 2003.”

“Oh, good to know they support the LGBTQ community.” 

“You’re a fucking smart ass. You and that mouth of yours are a deadly weapon.”

“You would know.” Calum smirked at her.

Clearly flustered, Alexis Ximena announced. “I’m going to get food.”

She turned on her heel almost immediately and went out into the backyard to get in line for food. After she went up where Aaliyah was and greeted Fiona and Marina. They all looked at her with knowing grins.

“What?”

“What?” the three said in unison. 

“What was that back there?” Fiona asked, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Where’s Ethan? You usually use him as an excuse to hang out with Michael.” Alexis Ximena smiled innocently. 

“Isn’t that what you did with Nico?” Marina asked before dipping her taco in consomé.

Alexis Ximena turned to Aaliyah. “You told them?!”

“Of course I did.” Aaliyah said “Now don’t say anything about sitting on Cal’s face because your future mother in law is walking over.”

“I wasn’t si— Hi Mrs. Hood!”

***

Calum looked around for Alexis Ximena. He overheard Aaliyah tell Luke that she had a work dinner and he hoped that he hadn’t missed her before she left. He was also keeping an eye on Mitchy, who showed up tipsy and crashed Nico’s birthday party. 

To say that Mitchy was Nico’s least favorite person was an understatement. The one year old would rather spend the day getting shots than be near him which was why Calum didn’t invite him to the party. 

“You didn’t bring Nico a present.” Calum heard Ethan tell Mitchy.

“And what are you the fucking present police?” The grown man snapped at Ethan as he grabbed a beer from the cooler. 

“Butthead.” Ethan muttered before grabbing a juicebox.

Calum sighed and walked over to Mitchy. “Mate, you can’t talk to a kid like that.”

“He’s a fucking dick!”

“He’s two!” He snapped, swiping his face in frustration. “This is why I didn’t invite you. You’re ruining my kid’s party. Nico doesn’t even like you.”

“What are you talking about? Nora likes me. Just watch,” Mitchy walked over to Alexis Ximena who was building a puzzle with Nico. “Ayo Nora!”

Mitchy staggered towards them with Calum calling him to stop. He pulled Nico away from Alexis Ximena and tried to pick her up, but he stumbled and fell, nearly falling on top of the one year old. 

Calum couldn’t process anything other than Nico’s arms around his legs. She wailed. He picked her up, “Get him out of my fucking house.” he angrily told Luke and Ashton before ducking inside.

He brought them to the living room and sat on the one person couch. He rubbed Nico’s back, trying to calm her down as she cried inconsolably. He held her close, apologizing for not kicking Mitchy out sooner. He heard footsteps approaching them. 

“Cal, I’m so sorry.” Alexis Ximena began sitting on the coffee table across from them. “I was caught off guard and next thing I knew that guy was on the ground and Nico ran to you. I should have been more vigilant. This is my—”

“Alex, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Calum said, wiping a few stray tears off Nico’s cheeks. He maneuvered her so she sat facing Alexis Ximena. 

“I guess but I really do feel bad. I should have been quicker or… I don’t know. I could have done something.” 

“You should have picked up a tree and swung it at him like in that show where you had a little brother who did that.”

“You watched Gone?”

“Yeah a while ago Aaliyah made us watch it. But Nico saw a banner of it and recognized you when I was looking for Sesame Street on HBO Max. So we started watching it.”

“Sure,” Alexis Ximena nodded, playfully rolling her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked around them. “Where’s Nico?”

Calum cursed and jumped from the couch. Nico’s giggles and Duke’s yips were heard from the study. Him and Alexis Ximena followed the sound and found Nico waddling toward Duke, who was behind the doggy door. She giggled and clapped her hands. 

Calum’s hand found Alexis Ximena’s. “She’s walking.” He whispered, almost laughing. A few tears rolled down his cheeks. “My baby is walking.”

Due to their height difference, Alexis Ximena couldn't lean into him, but Calum wrapped his arm around her back as she placed her arm over his shoulders. They stood quietly watching Nico with Duke, but they were soon interrupted by Alexis Ximena’s phone. 

“Shit” she said, pulling away from him to rummage through her bag. She pulled it out and answered. 

Nico finally realized it wasn’t just her and Duke, so she motioned Calum to play with them. He sat down next to the door frame and reached for a soft ball for her to toss to Duke. 

Calum watched Alexis Ximena pace around with an annoyed expression on her face as she listened to whoever was on the other end. She bid them goodbye and sighed frustratedly, shoving her phone back in her bag. 

“Everything alright?” Calum asked, handing the ball to Nico, who went to hand it to Alexis Ximena. 

“My realtor just called me to say that none of the places I was looking into allowed dogs. If they did, they would have to weigh less than forty pounds. Bernie weighs one-fifteen.” She said, sitting next to him. 

“You know I was joking yesterday when I teased you about living with Dr. Manny.”

“I know, I’ve been looking for a place for a while now. Especially with now that Bernie is huge. We don’t fit with my dad. So I'm looking for a place so me and Aaliyah can finally live together like we planned our senior year when I booked ‘Gone.’” 

“Or you could move in with us.” He offered. “Our dogs get along, my house is pretty big so you wouldn’t have to worry about Bernie feeling like he has no space.”

“I can’t accept,” she said, shaking her head. “Nico’s grandparents live next door. What would they think about someone that’s not their daughter around their granddaughter.”

“Me letting them near Nico is just a courtesy. Legally speaking, they’re not her grandparents.”

“What do you mean?”

“When Loli dropped off Nico, she signed off any right she had, including her parents claiming her as their grandkid. But I’m not an arsehole, so I let her parents see Nico. Sometimes they watch her when I go run an errand, but Loli is completely out of the picture, especially after what went down a few months back.”

“Oh…”

“So you have nothing to worry about.”

Alexis Ximena nodded. She sat quietly and watched Nico and Calum. She did like spending time with them. Yesterday gave her hope for her and Calum, but she knew better than to get her hopes up. Even more if she was going to live with them. 

“Fine, but I’m going to need two rooms.”

“Why two?”

“Where do you think my clothes and shoes are gonna go?”

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Sub!Michael Masterlist

Blue Satin and Black Lace (ao3) - sammyswagstar michael/ashton E, 6k

Summary: The one with panty kink, masturbating Michael Clifford, and rough Mashton bro-sex.

can i see? (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum E, 2k

Summary: "calum," michael grunted, (but calum didnt have to know why).

calum giggled, "okay okay sorry. ive seen you naked like a gazillion times before."

"yeah but-"

the red head had to cut himself off there before he said anything too exposing.

"what? you hard or something?"

edge (ao3) - orphan_account michael/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: ashton edges michael until the small boy can't handle any more.

Found Out (ao3) - Latefan_5sos1d_wherewasi multi E, 4k

Summary: Luke was very horny but all he had in the hotel was lube while his roommate was with the rest of the band as they ventured in the city. So while Luke wants something other than his fingers up his ass he searches the room and finds something.

A very slutty night in general!

After this night theres definitely going to be a big step up from their current relationship, but it’s not that any of them were going to complain.

Four's Company (ao3) - orphan_account michael/everyone E, 2k

Summary: Prompt: can you write a calum/michael/luke/ashton were michael is really really submissive and wears panties and likes being called princess/baby and calls calum luke and ashton daddy

Or the one where Luke finds out that Michael has a daddy kink.

Fucking Jerks (ao3) - orphan_account ot4 E, 37k

Summary: "Okay, who cums first loses, and owes a blowjob to the winner. Correct?" Calum raises his brows: "A blowjob now, huh?" "Well, a dish fit for a king," Michael replies.

Or: Ashton bids a Jerketition and who is Michael to refuse...? (Includes the winner+loser spin off)

If This Room Was Burning (ao3) - calumthomases (orphan_account) michael/ashton M, 1k

Summary: Honestly, though, Michael's okay. He's better than okay. Both of the boys know, hell, everybody in the damn band knows how much Michael loves to be punished and humiliated. It's blatantly obvious to Calum and Luke. How could it not be? The red handprints across his face that somehow always disappear before a show, the goosebumps he gets whenever anyone insults him (everyone does it, even if it's just teasing. Calum is the least vicious of the three, followed by Ashton, who usually stops his non-bedroom humiliation until necessary, and then Luke, who's the worst of them all. Nobody perceives Luke as the kind to fight back, but in private he really is, and Michael loves it.), the blissful look on his face when Ashton's forcing Michael to hold it, the way he chubs up whenever someone teasingly pinches or scratches him, not to mention the fucking noises Michael and Ashton make.

just wanna feel your lips against my skin (ao3) - ashtonsbabygurl michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: michael slips into headspace during an interview so luke fucks his thighs when they get back home.

Keep You Like an Oath (May Nothing But Death do us Part) (ao3) - carmillacadaverous (orphan_account) ot4 E, 4k

Summary: Basically Michael gets gangbanged.

milk (ao3) - w4st3d4u michael/luke E, 1k

Summary: luke is kind of a trademark punk and michael's his soft little boy toy

play time? (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: michael was feeling extra needy today, luke had been at work since this morning and hes taking a nap on the couch, but michael wanted to play. hes been alone all day and hasnt had his playtime yet.

rock out with your cock out (ao3) - reject_mikeyy ot4 M, 1k

Summary: the boys get assigned to do a project together, although not very much work occurs

touch me like you never (im begging you to take me) (ao3) - orphan_account ot4 N/R, 4k

Summary: :+: Mikey rainchecks on his friends to do his job of being a camboy, and when they come home, they find him fucking himself and decide to help. :+:

you bite my lip, you spike my blood (ao3) - iambic_pulse michael/luke/ashton E, 12k

Summary: In which Ashton's biggest kink is giving his boys anything and everything they want.

You Know I'll Be Your Anchor, Just Close Your Eyes And See (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: “I’m dying,” Michael mumbled into the comforter. “I can’t cum anymore.”

Luke knelt over his body, a sinful look covering his face. Luke moved down, brushing his lips against the cool skin, making Michael shuddered. “I think you can do it again baby.”

Luke was killing Michael.

He was literally trying to kill the boy with sex and Michael is so proud of him.

your string of lights is still bright to me (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum E, 81k

Summary: Michael is struggling to be the father his daughters need. Until he meets Calum again.

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Hi Everyone! Sorry I haven’t updated in a little while but I hope this makes up for it, it’s a tad long but I figured a slight story to it would be nice? I hope so.

Luke Hemmings was an enigma.

A beautiful and daunting enigma that made your thighs push together and head dizzy.

Your heart beating faster with every look of his pretty blue eyes. 

Every time you tried to avoid him, both his presence and the mere thought in your mind, he would creep through the shadows and wrap you up in his darkness. 

Though deep down, you didn’t care. In fact, you absolutely adored it, adored him. You loved him.

And interestingly enough, he felt the same way. He was utterly and completely in love with you even though it took both his stupid ego and broken pieces to stitch together the truth.

The innocence and power you held over him was almost pathetic, but he could care less anymore. 

But unfortunately for him, he’d fucked up.

After harsh words that sliced through your heart from the last encounter you two had, that being 9 months ago, he’d stupidly let you walk out the door.

Now, all he felt was regret and anger as he held the wedding invitation he stole from your friends mailbox between his fingers.

The title reading, “Your invited to Y/N and Mark’s wedding!” In curvy scripture, both your signatures at the bottom alongside the date and time.

Throwing the invitation to the ground and pulling out his gun, he shot bullets through it until he couldn’t see it anymore and only small white ripped pieces of paper were left. 

Upon hearing the gun shots, Michael, Calum and Ashton bursted through his office door, guns in their hands and ready for action. Fully prepared for another casual shoot out with another gang attempting to kill their boss. It was like nothing to them at this point.

However, instead of seeing dead bodies piled around Luke’s office and their leader ready to be killed by Luke before they could question him further, they found him standing there furious and alone.

“Dude what the fuck we thought something was wrong”

“Yea what are you shooting at?”

“God I hope you didn’t kill anyone downstairs”-

“Shut the fuck up!” He shouted while putting his gun back in its hostler and ran his fingers through his golden hair.

“We have a new mission this weekend boys” He spoke as he wrote down the location he memorized and handed it to Calum.

“Thirteenth chapel in San Fransisco?” He read off.

“What’s in San Francisco?” Michael looked up.

Folding his arms together as he walked towards the balcony overlooking Los Angeles, the bright scenery in no comparison to the burning in his heart as he spoke out, “Y/N”.

Shocked overtook their faces when hearing your name, but before they could interject Luke turned towards them, a smirk now overlaying his features as he took his lip ring between his teeth.

“Get your ties and suits together boys, we have a wedding to crash”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Truth be told, and as bad as it sounded, you didn’t want to marry Mark.

After 3 months of wallowing in misery from what happened between you and Luke, your mothers friend Betty introduced you to her son Mark and he became became the new man in your life. Though unbeknownst to you, he wasn’t a good person and cheated on you multiple times than could be counted.

However, through his sickeningly sweet persona and fake attitude, it appeared that he was someone who led you out the rain clouds Luke had left you in. 

But you didn’t love him, and everything was happening so fast.

His and your mother threw a party one day, after you and Mark had been seeing each other for 6 months. It turned out to be an engagement party, even though no proposal had been made. Between all the congratulations and smiling faces, you didn’t say no.

They began the talk of what your future would hold; stability. Something Luke never mentioned to give you, despite him thinking of it 24/7, a future with the two of you in it. Even a baby, that he pictured would have your hair and maybe his eyes. A big house, and only love following along until death did you part. But he was scared, and didn’t tell you sooner. 

Now at the church, looking in the full length mirror, your gown hugged your curves and the white color contrasted your skin perfectly. This was suppose to be a happy occasion, but inside you felt nothing. Nothing but numbness.

“I knew you’d look beautiful sweetheart but god damn” 

The familiar husky voice of none other than Luke Hemmings filled the small room sending a shiver down your spine.

Taking a deep breathe to hold your composure, you looked up at him. 

There he was, in all in his glory, really in front of you. Classed in a red suit that contrasted with his black shirt underneath that was unbuttoned, showing a thick chain around his neck. His nails were painted red to match, silver thick rings wrapped around his fingers.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned quietly as you could since your family and other guest were just outside.

“Honey, did you really think I’d let you get married to someone that isn’t me?” He laughed as he took a step closer to you with each word until your back hit the wall behind you. 

“You can’t do this to me, not now. Don’t you remember? What you said-“

Grasping your jaw in his hand making you stop speaking, your chin lifted as he made you look him in the eyes. He wanted you to see the sincerity and not just hear it.

“Please just forget about what I said, I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong baby, and all these months all I could think about was you. I’m so sorry. I hurt you, I know I did. I was a coward and an idiot for letting you walk away but fuck I am not letting you go. Not like this, your mine. I love you so much angel” He thumb rubbed at your bottom lip, the soft pink flesh bouncing back as he let it go and looked at your delicate face. “Just let me live the rest of my life loving you and I promise I’ll give you everything that you need” 

Tears pooled in your eyes. He was telling the truth, if there was one thing he never was to you was a liar. 

Nodding your head, he sighed and pressed his mouth to yours kissing you. 

Before you knew it his tongue pushed past your lips as his large hands grasped your waist and guided you closer to the wall.

You moaned into his mouth and wandered your fingers up into his hair gripping it.

“Looking so pretty in this gown baby, gonna marry you in it instead of that bastard” He dipped his head down and kissed at your neck, leaving soft bruises into your skin.

“L-Luke” You whimpered as he pushed the straps of your dress off your shoulders and it pooled underneath your chest, letting your breasts free out the confines.

“Who’d he think he was huh?” He grunted as he grasped your tits and sucked at your right nipple, lapping the bud with his tongue and watching your head tilt back as he smirked. 

“Trying to marry my girl, I’ll show everybody who’s girl you are right now” He pressed as one of his hands pushed underneath your skirt and into your panties. His mouthed continued to suck at your breasts, moving back and forth between each nub and sucking harder each time. 

His thumb went into your pussy, gathering the wetness that began to pool when he kissed you the first time. Then he pulled it out before you could complain and rubbed at your swollen clit harshly.

You bit your bottom lip to hold in any noise, but Luke had other plans as he leaned up and kissed you, pulling your lip out from between your teeth. 

Looking down at you with lustful blue eyes, he said “Don’t you dare hide your sounds, I wanna hear you”.

“Please don’t tease me” You begged, it’d been so long since you felt this much pleasure and only he could make you feel this way. 

“I won’t, I’m gonna give you everything you need and more” He smirked.

Lifting you up, he sat you down on a nearby table then got down on his knees in front of you.

Taking a knife out his front pocket, he cut right down the middle of your gown making a nice curtain space for his head to slip between your thighs. 

His lips nipped at the inside of your legs, up and up as he grasped them in his hands. Taking the edge of the knife, he guided it along with his mouth, and cut the band of your underwear that settled at your side making it fall down.

Quickly, Luke pushed his face between your thighs and sucked at your clit making you cry out.

Mumbling against your center, he said “hold onto my hair baby” and you did. Grasping his pretty locks in your hands as he drunk at your wetness. 

“Taste so fucking good, your so wet for me too huh? Can’t wait to fuck you” He swore before dipping his tongue in and out of you.

His words made you wetter, thinking about him above you and thrusting in and out. His head tilted back and taking you while everyone waited for you walk down the aisle, but instead you were being fucked down the hallway.

Pulling your thighs apart more he lifted them onto his shoulders to give you stability and moved his hands up as he held your breasts in his hands as he ate you out. 

Your back arched, “O-oh Luke” You whined out.

Luke groaned into your pussy as you said his name, he rubbed at your nipples with his fingers stimulating your orgasm. His cock was aching, it’s been so long since he had you and now that he was he was on cloud nine. Images flashed his mind of the many positions he wanted to get you into, bent over, riding him, face down, anything and everything. He loved making you feel good, especially how beautiful you looked as he did so. 

Grinding your hips into his mouth, you tugged at the ends of his hair as he harshly sucked at your clit one last time before you exploded. 

Whimpers escaped your pouty lips, eyes fluttering shut as your head fell down while you finished.

But before you could gather yourself, you felt Luke’s presence standing above you as he lifted your head up by your chin.

“Ready for me baby?” He kissed your nose with a cocky smile, showing off his straight white teeth.

“Mhmm” You let out as best you could, your previous orgasm still settling beneath you.

Luke hand made home again between your thighs, taking no second more as his pointer and middle finger pushed in and the out of you. Your favorite ring of his brushed your clit just slightly making you moan as you grasped his suit jacket. 

“Words angel, I need you tell me what you want” He smiled watching you fall apart all over again. His other hand wrapped around your throat, providing a slight pressure making you gasp out as he guided you into him. 

“Please fuck me Lu, need your cock so bad” You spread your legs as you looked up at him fully this time. 

“Such a slut for me baby, begging me to fuck you with everyone outside. I love you so much” He kissed you again as he undid his trousers. 

“I love you more” You panted as you both pulled away and started leaving kisses at his jaw and neck, sucking your own marks onto his skin. 

The big bad mafia boss blushed slightly at your words and the way you sweetly kissed him, even when he was about to fuck your brains out. 

Shaking his head, he pulled you to your feet and turned you around making you lean over the table and face the large mirror that displayed in front you both. 

Grasping your hair in one hand, he made you look at him through the reflection and groped at your breasts with his other.

“Watch how pretty you look when I fuck you” He whispered into your ear and lifted your gown from behind you, displaying your ass in front of him.

Biting his lip ring, he slapped your right cheek hard making you moan and raise your ass towards him more. 

“Such” Spank

“A fucking ” Spank

“Good Girl” Spank

His rings left marks on each of your cheeks making both of you flush. 

Before you could beg any further Luke guided his tip to your entrance and shoved his cock into you making you double over slightly into the table. 

His brows furrowed as he bit his lip and titled his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he took your hips in his hands, pelvis hitting against your ass as he fucked you.

“Luke!“ You moaned out, not caring if anyone heard you at this point.

“Yea that’s it, say my name while I fuck this sweet pussy of yours” He moans back feeling your wet walls wrap around him. 

He couldn’t stop himself from gripping your waist harder, guiding you back and forth onto his cock as you took him. 

The table began moving further up the floor from its originally position, closer to the mirror and helping you watch as Luke fucked you from behind. 

Your hair was a mess, purple and pink marks from his mouth adorned your neck, your bridal gown ripped and torn in different places. But despite all that, you never looked better and he  loved it. 

Your moans became louder and higher in pitch, feeling his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly as a strangled cry left your lips. 

Luke pulled out of you completely and slammed back into you, the feeling of you stretching around his cock making him whimper in response and his head hung low watching as he filled your pussy just right.

“Fucking hell baby” He grunted lowly and plunged deeply into you as he spanked your ass again, “God, you feel so fucking good” He said shakily into your neck.

Now pressing into your back he held your tits in his large hands to stable himself now and rutted into your ass harder.

“Just made for my cock aren’t you sweetie? All mine aren’t you?” He purred making you let out small whimpers of “uh, uh, uhs” each time he pushed in and out of you.

“Luke” You said breathlessly feeling his mouth suck onto your neck again while making eye contact with you in the mirror, watching as he surrounded you like a devil from behind.

Feeling how close the both of you were, Luke mercilessly fucked you faster against the table, “Goddamit” He cried tossing his head back alongside you and began rubbing at your clit. 

Your ass bounced against his hips as he spread your thighs more, ramming into your heat roughly. 

“Oh fuck” He groaned feeling you clench tightly around him as you came triggering his own release and filling you up to the hilt. 

Moaning out each others names as you came together, Luke leisurely slowed down his pace until he pulled out. 

A moment passed and now there you both stood, starring at each other in adoration from the aftermath of what just fell between you both. 

Luke’s gathered your face in his hands and kissed your lips for the hundredth time making you giggle.

“Now baby, let’s go find you a new dress” He took your hand and guided you both out the door, seeing the shocked faces of your family and Mark as you left the chapel. 

Michael, Calum and Ashton followed behind and asked a million questions.

But all you could do was stare at the diamond ring Luke replaced on your left hand with one of his own before you both had left. 

#luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings #luke hemming imagines #luke smut #5sos smut #mafia love

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Please Don't Regret Me - LH

Please Don't Regret Me - 8. Live Photos & Texts

Final Chapter

Words: 3450

**Warnings: Implied Sex, Mentions of Sex

Nelle stared at her laptop screen. The credits rolling of whatever season 4 episode of Gilmore Girls she had put on to distract herself. She sighed as she reached to click on the Next Episode button. Just as the next episode started, her phone vibrated from somewhere around her bed. Nelle felt her way around her comforter, pillows, and a couple of stuffed animals from her world tour trips until she touched her phone. She tapped the screen to turn it on and with a swipe, her text messages opened to her group chat with the members of 5sos.

Ash :) : hey, does anyone have pics from my party?? i want to post a throwback on insta.

Mike :) : no

Ash :) : geez great. i was too fked up to take any pics other than one of cal doing a keg stand

Cal :) : tf? i dont remember that. Luke doesnt have pics either.

Nelle racked her brain to remember if she took any pictures, but couldn’t. She barely remembered using her phone that evening. She recalled showing up, dancing, seeing Louis Tomlinson, Luke… Luke and her in Ashton’s laundry room. After that it was sort of a blur. She couldn’t get over the fact that she fucked Luke in their friend’s house. How and why did she do that? After walking out the laundry room, she ran into Mike who handed her some type of jungle juice. The drink had made her tipsy and she just wanted to sweat it out so she danced with Sasha, then some random guy, and then blank.

Nelle suddenly flashed back to Luke taking her hand, pulling her away from that random guy. He walked ahead of her so she couldn’t see his face, but she could tell his jaw was clenched so hard from the side profile she could make out through the dim room and party lights. He pulled her until they were almost to the back of the dance floor where he gripped her waist, her backside to his front, and whispered “You’re mine tonight. Not anyone else’s” A wave of goosebumps ran over her body as she remembered the way their bodies swayed and grinded to the music, her head lolled back on his shoulder as his hands roamed over her navy dress and skin.

She recalled another quickie in the laundry room, but then Luke didn’t want to be there anymore. Nelle had somewhat sobered up by then and she, too, wanted to leave the party. They left together in an Uber. Their hands intertwined the whole car ride to Nelle’s hotel. Their lips and bodies melded together on the elevator ride up to her room. Their clothes barely stayed on as they entered the suite.

Nelle hurriedly flipped through her apps to her Photos. She scrolled to the date of the party. There were a couple of pictures, all blurry, of the event. She sent two of the best ones in the chat, maybe Ashton could use them for his post, but it wasn’t that that she was interested in. The last two pictures from that night were dark and hard to make out through the small icons until she clicked on the first one. When it opened up, her body stiffened. It was of her face. Her eyes were hooded, her glitter eyeshadow and mascara were smeared. Nelle could barely make out her body, but she could tell that she was on her knees, and her mouth was slack open with Luke’s dick. She held the Live Photo and it animated Luke gently grabbing her hair to push her down on his member and her eyes shutting. The background was not visible, but she guessed it was the 2nd round in the laundry room according to the time stamp. 

She squeezed her legs together, trying to ease the sudden ache she felt between her thighs. She flicked to the last of these explicit pictures. 

The second was clearly taken in her hotel room. She was situated at the edge of the bed. Her dress pushed up over her waist and the straps had been pulled down to expose her breasts. She held this Live Photo to play its short clip, but this one wasn’t as explicit. It was just Luke’s arm wrapping around one of her thighs to pull her closer to the edge.

Nelle flicked through the two pictures, trying to place the moment she would have seen Luke take these pictures but couldn’t. She didn’t mind that he did. They were somewhat beautiful and a reminder of one of her best nights with him. She suddenly yearned for him. She was so stupid. She left him. Twice. Without telling him what she wanted. 

She pulled up his name and lingered over texting him. Their messages had been very monotone and monosyllable since that night. Before she could change her mind, she sent him the first of the two pictures.

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Luke trudged behind Calum as they made their way to the baggage claim of JFK airport. Calum had talked Luke’s ear off about how excited he was to see Sasha after some weeks apart from each other and had been trying to convince Luke that maybe it was a good idea to set up a double date.

“I’m not dating anyone” Luke had mumbled. Calum chortled.

“Dude, seriously. What about Nelle? I know you got chummy with her at Ash’s party.”

Luke tried to control her facial expression, not recalling when he had told him that. In fact, he hadn’t told anyone other than his therapist. “How the–”

“Sasha told me. Nelle had had a scare, I guess, I don’t know. And she told Sasha about it and she told me.” Calum said nonchalantly as he temporarily stopped to look at the signs on the ceiling to verify that they were going the right way.

Luke furrowed his brows. “Scare? What are you talking about? What scare?” he asked. His friend shrugged his shoulders.

“You know…” Calum started and then paused. Luke gently pushed his shoulder for him to hurry with the explanation. “Chill, man! Like you know when a girl misses her period and thinks that she’s pregnant or whatever. She was just late according to Sash. You’re good, dude. You’re not going to be a dad.” Calum turned to give him a reassuring smile, but Luke was still solemn.

“What the hell.” he mused. “Why wouldn’t she have told me about that? Was she just going to ignore me forever if she did end up having my kid?” 

They reached the conveyor belts of luggage. Calum read the screens above the belts and then ventured towards the one that was going to bestow their bags. Calum was and was not listening to his friend. He had his phone in his hand, texting Sasha that they were getting their luggage and about to get a ride to Nelle’s apartment. 

“Luke, I don’t think it was that serious. If something had come of it, I’m sure she would have said something to you. It’s not like she was pregnant and lost it. She just had a late period. She forgot to take her birth control for a couple of days and was stressed from the tour. Shit happens.” Luke decided to drop the subject. He could sense that Calum had gotten frustrated with him. In fact, Calum had seemed frustrated with him the entire way from Home since they had boarded the plane. Luke reasoned that it was nerves. Calum hadn’t seen his girlfriend and his best friend in a long time. 

As Calum got their luggage, Luke removed his phone from his pocket and took it off airplane mode. He had forgotten to do that when the plane had landed, but it wasn’t as if anyone of importance needed him anyway. Calum had mentioned that Ashton had texted, but it was just over the last party. Luke sighed heavily thinking about that night’s events. 

His phone vibrated several times as his alerts started to come in all at the same time. He watched as the notifications popped up on his lock screen but the only ones that caught his attention were the person he least expected to text him.

His fingers trembled as he tapped his way towards his messages. Nelle’s name was at the top of his texts in bold. The number 5 next to her name. She had texted him five times while he was on an airplane to where she resided. Did she know he was coming? Was she about to tell him that she didn’t want to see him? He lingered over her name, not wanting to read what she had to say if it was going to be bad,... but what if it was good? He clenched and unclenched his lingering hand just as Calum walked up to him with his bags.

“You okay?” Calum asked, seeing Luke’s flustered expression. Luke nodded.

“Yeah… hey did Nelle know that I was tagging along with you on this trip?” he pondered, taking his bag from Calum. His friend shook his head. 

“Nah. Didn’t think to mention it.” They both started walking in the direction of Uber pickups. “And before you ask, no, Sasha didn’t say anything either.”

This confused Luke. “Why?”

“Why what?” 

“Why didn’t you tell her?” Luke questioned. He looked down at his phone. Nelle’s name is still in bold with a number 5. 

“Because… because you two are cowards. She would have left New York if we mentioned you were coming.” Luke nodded in understanding. “You still haven’t made your feelings towards her clear. You need to sit down and talk. Make whatever this situation is work.” 

Luke nodded again. Calum mentioned their Uber not having arrived yet so they settled on a bench to wait. Calum was on a call with his girlfriend while Luke resumed staring at his phone. He closed his eyes as his finger pressed on Nelle’s name.

When he opened his eyes, four text bubbles were on the screen with a picture bubble preceding them. He scrolled up to the picture. 

He didn’t even have to press on it to know what it was. Nelle… taking his dick in her mouth the night of Ashton’s end of tour party. He felt a sudden warmness consume him and himself twitch. He ran his teeth over his bottom lip as he scrolled back down to read the messages that followed his picture.

Nelle P <3: Saw this today. Fuuuuu— Luke, I miss you. I need you. I’m stupid as fuck.

Nelle P <3: I like you… I like you a lot. I guess I never wanted to admit to myself bc I felt like a member of the band and I didn’t want to jeopardize anything. I mean you used to not like me at all at the beginning! And after that night… and that day I left the hotel and you said so that’s it then? I never thought that you could want more.

Nelle P <3: Not to be a sap, but uh to quote your dumb song, I want you back. I want us to work. I need you. I don’t think I can be with some other guy after the things you’ve done to me. I don’t want you to regret me.

Nelle P <3: I’m sorry. I was dumb and reckless and just ended up hurting us both. Please. Tell me that you want the same. That you want to be with me and you want us to work. And this isn’t bc of the sex. It’s a plus. But I think I’m starting to understand what these feelings are. Call me, yeah? I’ll even come home so we can do this thing if you want me to.

Luke read the messages over and over. It felt like infinite times that he read the messages. He nudged Calum. “How long till we get to Nelle’s?” he asked with a smile as wide as his face.

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Nelle begrudgingly was helping Sasha put the finishing touches in her now sparkling clean room. Sasha was not the greatest cleaner and since Calum was coming to stay for an undetermined amount of time, Sasha begged Nelle to help her clean. Nelle had already cleaned the entire loft from top to bottom. She was a neat-freak, but also, she needed a distraction. After sending Luke a flurry of texts with that risky picture, she couldn’t wait patiently enough for a response.

The last time she had checked her phone, the messages were still Unread but she remembered that Australia was in a different time zone and he could be sleeping. A twinge of regret had run through her mind as she watched the messages sent and she wanted for them to suddenly disappear, but then she realized that it was too late for regret. The worst thing that Luke could tell her was to get over her feelings because he moved on. 

Sasha could sense that Nelle was in a distant world. Her friend was in auto-pilot mode: dusting, sweeping, organizing, mopping, etc. Sasha had called her name three times before Nelle pulled herself out of her little world.

“Wh-What?” Nelle stuttered, the books in her hands slightly tumbling before she caught herself. She quickly rearranged them on Sasha’s bookshelf. 

“I asked if you’re okay? You seem a little distracted.” 

Nelle nodded furiously. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. I might have done something stupid, but it’s all good.”

Sasha arched an eyebrow, concern showing in her wide brown eyes. “What did you do?” 

Nelle waved her off as she made her way out of the room. She thought she had heard a knock on their loft door. “It’s nothing. If something comes of it, I’ll let you know.” she called out to Sasha. She got to the door and unlocked its multiple chains and locks. 

She revealed Calum on the other side of the door upon opening it. He was towering over her as he rocked on his feet. “Nelle!” he called out, extending his arms to her. She rushed forward and let herself become engulfed in her best friend’s body. Her body let out a heavy sigh. She felt as if she were Home. Her body relaxed into his and Calum pulled her closer to him. A sniffle caught Calum’s ear and he pulled Nelle away from him to investigate her. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Nelle looked overcome with emotion, her eyes and the tip of her nose a slight red. She nodded. “I just missed you, Cal. I don’t think we’re meant to be apart for this long.” she said. He chuckled and hugged her again. “I just really missed your face.”

“I missed your face too.” He smiled down at her. He could see that she was indeed happy to see him, but beyond the smile on her face, there was a sadness. Nelle flickered her eyes over Calum’s shoulder, but the hall behind him was empty.

As she stepped aside to let him in, Sasha came parading from her room. She squealed in delight and dashed across the loft, crashing into Calum so hard that she almost toppled all three of them down. The two exchanged cute kisses and sweet words that made Nelle envy their relationship a bit. She never thought two of her closest friends would ever get together yet call each other things like Snookums and Teddy Bear. 

After letting Calum fully enter the loft, Nelle noticed that he didn’t have any bags with him. She questioned him.

“Oh snap. Yeah, I do have luggage. I left it at the front desk.” Calum commented. He looked at Nelle suddenly. “I really have to use the bathroom, Nelle. Do you think you could grab it for me? Security wasn’t too fond of me just now.” he asked with a shrug of his shoulders.

“What? Tom? He’s the nicest guy ever!” she said, looking at Sasha for reassurance. “But yeah, I’ll go for it. I’ll be back. No funny business while I’m gone!” she yelled out as she headed out the door.

“I don’t guarantee anything!” Sasha called back.

Nelle took the elevator down to the first floor of her building. She never heard of the security holding bags at the front desks, but then again she was a resident of the building and Calum was just a guest. There were probably different security rules. She thought about this all the way down, until the doors opened up for her and she stepped out the elevator.

She slowly walked the lobby towards the front desk, but before she made it to Tom the security guy, she heard her name called out. She turned in the direction of the couches and armchairs set in the lobby for waiting. Rising up from one of the armchairs was Luke.

Like Luke Luke. Blond hair, blue eyed Luke. Giant 6-foot-3 Luke. Luke fucking Hemmings.

Nelle’s jaw dropped, her eyes blinking rapidly in disbelief. Luke sauntered over to her, two luggage bags in hand. 

He dropped the bags to his feet once he was within a foot of Nelle. Nelle stared up at him, still not believing that he was standing in front of her.

“I got your messages.” he said softly, slowly stepping closer to her. Nelle nodded slowly, hearing him, but not really listening. She was still in shock. One of her hands reached out and placed itself in the middle of his chest. She was just checking if he was real. He reached and grabbed her hand in his, giving it a small but tight squeeze. 

“Luke…” Her amber eyes looked up at him and they were on the brink of watering over. Her tears were at the brim and as she slowly blinked, a tear slipped down her cheek. Luke bent down, putting her face between his hands. Her lips jutted out and Luke’s eyes flickered to them and then back up at her eyes.

“Shh…” he cooed. “I’m here and we’re going to talk, okay?” he told her in a whisper. She nodded her head once. “I just want to–” he stopped talking as his face came closer to hers. Her eyes closed as his lips softly touched hers. The kiss was like a raincloud. So soft yet electric. He pulled away and let go of her face. 

“You going to take me up?” He asked her, his eyes darting in the direction of the elevators. She nodded but quickly got reminded of Calum’s luggage. “I have it. I think he just used that as a ruse to get some time alone for himself with Sasha and also to egg you down here to see me. He thought if you knew I was coming that you would have–”

“I wasn’t though! I would have stayed. I’m ready, Luke. I’m ready for whatever-” she jutted a finger between the two of them “this is. I was being an idiot before. But I don’t want to play games anymore, Luke. I can’t even tell you the last time I was in a relationship. I want to do this. I’m ready to do this.”

Luke chuckled as they entered the elevator. It was empty except for the two of them. Luke watched as Nelle pushed the 15th floor button. When the doors closed, he set the luggage bags on the floor again and cornered Nelle. Nelle stared at Luke, her pupils widening at the realization of what he was doing. 

A low groan rose from his throat as he eyed her. He pulled her body to his, crashing his lips onto hers. Nelle’s hands flew to his curls, tangling her fingers in his strands and pulling just enough to get Luke riled up. Their bodies grinded against one another as the elevator took them up. When the elevator stopped at her floor, they separated harshly, but hesitantly. 

They almost crashed into Calum and Sasha as they exited. Sasha took one glance at the two of them to know enough of what happened in the elevator between the first and 15th floor. 

“We’re going out to dinner.” Calum said, a little oblivious. “Wanna join?” Sasha nudged him and pushed him into the elevator. 

“We’ll see you later.” Sasha chimed. She gave Nelle a wink as the doors closed between the two couples. 

Nelle led Luke to her loft. She knew that they had a lot to discuss if they were going to be a couple. She knew that being his girlfriend came with risks seeing as he’s a famous person. But she could wait for that. She wanted to show him first how she felt about him…

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Thanks for reading. I think this is my first completed fanfic is a very long time. The ending is a little rough. I wanted to add a smut chapter, but I couldn't get my bearings and had limited time to write this. Maybe in the future I'll revise and change the ending but for now, thanks for reading this and I should continue my writing in the future :)

#5sos imagines #5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin #michael clifford #calum hood #luke hemmings #please dont regret me #luke hemmings imagine #ashton 5sos

[lessthanimpressedlesbian]

🤡🛒🍦

Hello!! Thank you for leaving me an ask!

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Like I mentioned in this ask, I write angst for the most part! But I've been sitting on an incomplete fic that is more light-hearted than what I usually write. Here's another snippet from my imodna camping au that pulled a laugh from me when I reread it!

Laudna mistakes Imogen’s tension for frustration, her hand moving to rest gently on Imogen’s thigh. “I’m not upset, dearest. At you or Ashton. And besides!” She leans closer to Imogen, pressing the sides of their bodies together. “You know I love cuddling.” Her voice dips low in that way that scrambles Imogen’s brain into mush. 

Just kill me. Please, she begs the universe. Death would be kinder than this torture.

When the uncaring cosmos continues to ignore her existence, Imogen forces herself to take a few steadying breaths, each exhale taking some tension with it.

I just like causing Imogen pain! I think her suffering is amusing.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Every single fic I've written deals with feeling like you're not enough. Whether it's Imogen or Laudna, I always include elements of self-doubt, self-hatred, and self-deprecation. The vehicle for discussing these things is miscommunication and lack of communication. So many issues could be solved if they were honest with themselves and actually talked about those feelings to each other. I also like writing about the journey from have little to no self-worth to growing to love yourself. Imogen and Laudna are just great characters to write about this topic with.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

I have a fic I've been slowly chipping away at for the last month and a half that's titled "Adoration." It's slow going because I'm far more practiced with writing angst, but I wanted to try my hand at writing something fluffy. I'm writing it for a friend (and I'm hoping they don't see this, hence why I'm posting this so late), so I'm not gonna say too much, except for this little sneak peak!

Imogen grew to love Laudna for the person she made herself to be. She found love in those quiet moments, in the mundane rituals Laudna carried with her half-way across the world. 

There wasn’t a single definitive moment when Imogen fell in love with Laudna. Instead, loving the gorgeous undead woman was a steady journey down a path Imogen didn’t realize she was walking until it was too late to turn back.

Like I said, it's slow going so I have no idea when I'll actually post it! But I do intend to finish this and my imodna camping au fic.

Anyway, thank you again for the ask, Astoria!!

#discussion posts #astoriacolumnstaircase #thank you!!!! #I hope you found something interesting in my answers #i didnt realize i write so frequently about not feeling enough #but its in everything i write #both original fiction and fanfic

[5sosxqueen]

Luke

< Part 1 , ~Part 2~ , Part 3 > , Part 4 >

Luke in a cowboy hat. That is all I have to say.

Warnings: depictions of illness, vomiting, choking, mentions of hospital

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Jan 31, 2018

Word Count: 1498

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 2:

Luke's POV:

     "Fuck" I choked out between hacks. "C-can't *cough* bre- *cough* breathe..." I felt a tear run down my cheek.

     After about 45 seconds of constant choking, Cash rushed over behind me, placing his arms a couple inches underneath my rib cage and grabbing one of his wrists, bracing one of his thighs between my ass cheeks (not awkward at all), and trusted my body upward a couple times,pressing his arms into my stomach, dislodging the bite of sandwich that was wedged in my throat. I had seen this done in movies, but to have it done to you is a totally different story... And man is it painful as hell!!

     Although I had my throat clear of food and could finally breathe, I once again felt a rush of food come barreling up my throat. I jogged over to the sink and spewed bits of sandwich and stomach acid onto the bottom of the metal with a sickening sound, only enhanced by the square basin. The sound caused quite a few other gags. "Sorry guys..." I gagged again with a bit of bile spilling out of my mouth. They walked over and rubbed my back as I started to dry heave.

     "It's fine Luke, you can't help it." Ashton spoke in a comforting tone.

     "At least this time it wasn't as bad, thanks to you Cash." I said looking over slightly toward Cash. My head shot back over the sink as I lurched forward with another gag. "Damnit..." I heaved and closed my eyes so I didn't have to look as my I lost my stomach again. Calum must have noticed this action because he reach over and turned on the tap. "Tha-" I was cut off with another gag.

     "Shhhh bud, don't talk, but you're welcome." He said gently. I nodded and dry heaved. This bout of sickness was worse than last time. Once it eased up I pushed myself up and away from the sink. Taking several deep breaths, much to my satisfaction, I looked over to Cash.

     "So, what's the next course of action? Clearly that didn't work..." I looked back down at the sink and my stomach swirled at the thought of what just happened. I felt my stomach lurch and I willed myself not to go into a fit again.

     It didn't work... I pulled myself back down and gagged up more bile. "Dang, get it up." Michael cooed. It's frustrating because just as I feel my stomach is empty, it proves me wrong. I vomited just as much as I had the first time. "How?" He simply questioned. I shrugged I had no idea either.

      "I think I'm actually done." I stated as I finally felt my stomach settle. I looked back to Cash with a long sigh. He smiled sympathetically and patted my back.

     "We need to get you to the hospital to get this further looked at." I hated the thought, but I understood. I turned to go get ready, but he grabbed my shoulder. "Luke, we can wait for a bit if you'd like... I have to warn you that they will want to do the same thing I did in order to get a definitive answer."

     "Ya. Ok, I'll wait for a while. Thanks Cash. Can we maybe go in the morning?" He nodded. I was really tired and I hoped to God nothing serious would be come out of this. 'It won't be anything serious.' I thought getting into bed.

     We decided to try again this morning. Just one more time, before I go to the hospital. Maybe, just maybe the first couple time we're flukes. Maybe I'm fine and nothing would come of it.

     We decided I would try to eat some eggs. "Softer food might go down a bit easier. We will try some different techniques, as long as you feel up to it. If nothing works, I'm afraid you will have to go. No questions asked." I didn't fully like the sound of that, but quite honestly what choice did I have in the matter? I agreed. "Ok. Take a bite and chew it until there are absolutely no chuncks. Keep trying that... We can make more eggs if you finish them." Cash explained.

     "Fair enough, I suppose." I stated, shoveling a forkfull of eggs into my mouth. "I am, quite honestly, starting to become terrified of eating guys..." That is something I never thought I would say. They all looked at me sadly.

Michael's POV:

      We all ate before Luke even got up. None of us are wanting to eat around him at this time. I really feel bad for him. Eating is something we all take for granted. I couldn't imagine not being able to eat all of a sudden, just the thought alone terrifies me.

     We watched Luke as he carefully chewed the eggs. He scrunched up his face as he tried to swallow... It seemed like he was worse off than yesterday. He shook his head and spit out the eggs into a napkin. "I can't.. At all. It won't go down." He started tearing up. "What's happening to me!?" His breathing picked up and he started shaking.

     "Luke calm down. It's ok." Calum shushed him.

     "NO. ITS NOT OK CALUM! I CANT FUCKING EAT.... you really think that's ok?" He shouted and stood up with tears streaming down his face.

     "No. I'm sorry, I didn't-" Calum started tearing up and rapidly excused him self from the table.

     "Really Luke? I understand you're scared, but was that called for? He was only trying to calm you down. You we're going into a fit..." Ashton said, getting up to check on Cal. Luke looked down I can see the shame written on his face.

     He slammed his hand against the table, causing Cash and I both to jump out of our skin. "Damnit all to hell!" He cursed. I have never seen Luke so fumed. He left the table leaving us stunned.

     I got up and followed him back to the bunks, where he went over to Ash and Cal. His knees were drawn to his chest, and he had his head buried into his arms. Ashton had his arm wrapped over him. "Cal..." Calum looked up at his name being called, his eyes red rimmed. "Cal... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It's just, not being able to eat is really taking it's toll on me, although there truly is no excuse for acting that way. I'm sorry... Please forgive me!" Luke crashed to his knees in a sobbing mess. Calum rushed over to Luke, putting his feelings aside in favor of Luke's.

     "Of course I forgive you..." He said engulfing him in the biggest hug possible. "I understand that you are irritable from not eating. You haven't truly eaten in a couple days now. I think it's time. Don't you?" Luke looked up tearfully and accepted that he needed to go. Waiting was no longer an option. I helped get him and Cal off the ground and we all walked back over to Cash, who was still seated at the table.

     "What's going on guys?" He asked standing up from his seated position.

     "It's been officially decided that we are making the trip to the hospital now. This lad needs it now." I said, tossing my arm over Luke's shoulder as I spoke.

     "Alrighty. You guys got everything you need?" We nodded. We didn't need much of anything. Worst case scenario, we come back and gather things up. As we walked out of the bus and to Cash's van, Luke broke down. I gently picked him up and carried him to the van.

     "I'm so weak... Physically and mentally, I'm drained. I hate this so much." Luke bawled into my shoulder, clutching my shirt into his balled up fists. I rubbed his back as he cried.

     "We a couple more minutes buddy ok?" Cash told Luke, as he glanced back at him in the rear view mirror. Luke nodded and tightened his hold on me.

     "I'm so scared Michael..." He cried.

     "And you have every right to be, babe. I would be too, believe me." He looked up at me willing his eyes.

     "Really?" He looked so hopeful. Seeing him like this even brought a tear to my eye.

     "Of course. We are here for you Luke. No matter what happens, ok?" He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face into my chest. I felt a sad little wet spot forming on my shirt as I continued to rub his back. Ashton reached over and lovingly gripped his shoulder.

     "You'll be ok Luke. Everything will be ok. We will figure this out together. He is right we will stick by you every step of the way." Luke let go of me and then turned to Ash and repeated the same process with him. 'Poor baby' I caught myself thinking as I watched luke fall apart.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #emeto #calum 5sos #vomit sickfics #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos

[daydadahlias]

It's genuinely so amazing for me to see what a reach you've gotten! And I do find it a bit funny when all those people say what fic of yours they've read first and I'm just like: I've been here from the beginning (insert superiority complex). I came from the good old (not) Panic! days and I stayed despite not being in this fandom (I still do enjoy seeing lovely pictures of Ashton's thighs on my timeline. Honestly I feel like an honorary 5sos fan.)

But like the point of this whole thing is basically just to say how fucking proud of you I am. Look how far you've gotten. And to say how happy I am that you finally get the recognition you deserve.

I love you so much!!!

Em, the literal love of my life, “(insert superiority complex)” made me scream. 

I cannot express how much you and your friendship mean to me and the fact that we’ve been friends since my first fic on ao3 is insane. If I remember  correctly-- let’s go fact check -- you were the first comment I ever got on ao3. 

yES YOU ARE !!!! LOOK !!! LOOK AT THIS !!!!

April 12, 2019:

Man, I love your story. I mean the historical background isn't that present yet but you did well on you research and it seems to be realistic. And you pulled me in your ban with just two chapters. Don't you dare not writing a third one. Your style is amazing and so are the characters so please continue this

Wow. First comment. The beginning of the era. 

And it’s YOU. And we’re still friends today!! 

It’s fucking insane to think about in honesty. The fact that we rode the Hell Ship that was Panic! at the Disco into our new fandoms (thank God we did that before p!atd crumbled; it was like fleeing from The Titanic) and continued to be friends despite our new interests. 

I can say with full honesty that you’re the only reason I wrote chapter 3 of DDDM and then the only reason I wrote the fourth one too, and then you commented on every chapter following, the same as you comment on all my works, even for a fandom that you’re not in lmfao. 

You have been -- and continue to be -- such a driving force behind my writing. My current motivation and drive to create/provide content stems from your initial support two years ago.

You are 100% an honorary 5sos fan the same way I am an honorary The 1975 fan. I’m so proud to be able to call you one of my best friends and your support means everything to me and will always mean everything to me. 

I love you. More than anything. 

You are allowed to have that superiority complex. 

#pigeon #forustothinkistobealive #emely #i giggled at this #but also #teared up so #you're a double threat #mentioning ashton's thighs #don't make me cackle #every time i hear a 1975 song or see matty healy #i get stoked by association #so the fact that you feel that abt ashton is so fucking funny #best friend tings #pretend i didnt say that #<3333

[wastelandcth]

i’ll always come back to you - cth

summary: Calum wore a skirt. A stage reveal happens. 

author’s notes: I have no excuse but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

warnings: Cal in a skirt (please it’s too good), car sex, PIV, calum blanks out a little, she’s back and better than ever!

masterlist || request || more doves

“What do you think I should wear?” Calum asked softly, his hands running through the different items in his closet once more, “It’s a pretty big show, I can’t just show up in something shitty. All I’ve worn for the past two years is either baggy jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and no shirt.” 

It was true, ever since the world had shut down and the band’s tour had been put on hold more times than Calum could count, his passion for fashion and finding new clothes to wear had been put on hold as well. Comfort and trying to stay sane in the middle of a worldwide pandemic had left him reaching for any signs of comfort to hold on to and keep him sane. But with the band’s first show slowly approaching and Calum’s nerves returning in the form of playing a fake bass while he tried to calm his racing mind, he knew he’d have to find an outfit sooner or later, and it’d have to be one to make him feel good about himself on stage once more. 

“I mean, I don’t think anyone would personally complain about you showing up shirtless to a show,” Dovey teased, her eyes tracing the muscles in Calum’s back as she sat on the edge of the bed, “I certainly wouldn’t.” 

“Yeah, but you’re a pervert so you have no choice,” Calum chuckled and threw another shirt towards his loving wife. 

The days had gone by and Calum had been stuck at rehearsals, trying his best to find the groove the band had long for ever since the start of the shutdown, but eventually, Calum found himself at home the morning of the show watching from the green room as the concert went on around the world. His bag, which he’d packed and unpacked multiple times that morning, laid on one of the couches. He knew he’d made the right choice, the look on Dovey’s face when he’d packed away the black fabric before she could get a peek of it enough of a reaction to make him smirk before he had rushed out the door at the sound of Ashton’s horn. 

“So, did you decide on an outfit?” Michael asked as he sat down next to him during a break in their soundcheck, watching as Calum’s leg swung along to whatever beat Ashton was trying to work out with Luke, “Dovey has been texting me all day asking if I’ve gotten a peek at it.” 

“Tell her to fuck off,” Calum chuckled, “I told her she had to wait like everyone else did to see it.” 

“Alright,” Michael huffed, nudging him playfully, “But we’re going to be the first to see it then.”

“Yeah, yeah, and she’ll manage to bully you into telling her somehow.” 

Calum looked in the mirror, inhaling a shaky breath as he fixed the collar of his suit jacket once more as he heard his bandmates chuckling outside of the bathroom door. With one final look at his outfit he opened the door and stepped out, goosebumps covering his skin as the cold air of the dressing room brushed against his legs. 

“Woah! Calum!” Ashton grinned, his eyes wide and his head nodding, “No man, that looks sick! I love it!” 

“Oh man, your dad is going to freak once he sees you on stage!” Luke nodded, “You look so good!”

“Guys, Dovey is literally going to kill us all,” Michael whined and clapped Calum on the shoulder, “You look fucking awesome, dude.”

Calum’s cheeks flushed, turning hot as he chuckled and shook his head, letting the curls he’d been growing out swish against his forehead while he tried his best not to push away his very excited and very supportive bandmates. It wasn’t until the room, which consisted of the four of them and their photographer started chanting for him to do a spin that he’d finally told them to fuck off. But with a spin, and a small bout of giggles that left him when the material of his skirt brushed against the back of his knees, Calum had never felt more prepared to play a show in his life, especially when he knew that Dovey would be in the crowd singing her heart out along with them all. 

Dovey’s eyes watched the crowd around her grow restless as time ticked slowly, minutes dragging on until the show would start. Her adrenaline was high as she heard an announcer overhead shout that the show would start in one minute, the pit in her stomach thrumming with excitement and the thought of seeing her husband and his best friends on stage again after so long. She knew how much Calum missed being on stage with them, how much he missed performing to a crowd of people singing the lyrics back to them, and so she knew that tonight’s performance would be nothing but perfect. The hum of a guitar backstage and the sound of cheers around her had Dovey on her feet before she even knew it, her wide eyes searching the stage for the man she’d married. 

“Oh my god, he did not,” she gasped, her cheers and clapping drowned out in the rest of the crowd as she saw Calum walking out on stage, “That bastard!”

On stage, under the shining lights and for everyone to see, Calum Hood stood grinning as his fingers moved easily over the strings of his bass. The silver chains, which hung across Calum’s waist, shone like his eyes as the set started. Dovey’s eyes tried their hardest to focus, her vision blurred by the tears that sprung out as she watched the love of her life sing his heart out on stage after too many months of being away from the one place he was able to lose himself in. The skirt, which Dovey was already drooling over, swayed along with every movement Calum made as she found herself swaying along with it, stuck in a never-ending dance she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to end. But when Ghost of You played out and Dovey’s eyes found Calum’s it was like the large crowds that had given her anxiety ever since Calum had mentioned the show and the loud music had all disappeared. 

There was no one but her and Calum standing there, swaying to the song that had meant more to them than anyone could have ever imagined. 

She knew their kids were watching from home, giggling and dancing along in the safety of their living room while the sitter recorded them for Dovey and Calum to cry along to later that night. But right now, in the moment, all she could think about was how despite all the things that had gone wrong and how scary the world had turned, she still had her family and the love of her life was singing to her in a room full of people once more. The set was over before Dovey even realized, her legs carrying her back towards the dressing room she’d left not too long ago and towards her husband and his amazingly talented friends. 

The night had become a whirlwind of events, Dovey’s arms wrapping around Calum and stuttering through her praises as her hands and eyes took in his after-show presence. Her mind was distracted throughout the rest of the promo the band had gone to do with the view of him in the skirt and mesh shirt that kept peeking in and out of view from where she stood with the rest of their team. Her eyes never left his as she watched him smile and laugh with the band and it wasn’t until the car door closed next to her and she watched Calum walk in front of the car before sliding into the driver’s seat that she let out the soft breath she was holding in. 

“So, what did you think of the show?” Calum asked as he pulled off the highway, his grin wide as his eyes glanced over at Dovey, “Did you like it? I think we did great. Yeah, the set was short but I think it we-”

“Calum, if you don’t pull over right now I will literally crash this car,” Dovey breathed out, her hand reaching out and squeezing Calum’s thigh gently. 

The car screech to a halt, Calum’s soft gasp lost on Dovey’s lips as she pulled him into a kiss, Calum’s body leaning over the console to pull her even closer to him. He and Dovey might not have been a couple of a thousand words, but he knew exactly what she was doing when her teeth pulled gently at his bottom lip. He also knew that they didn’t have much time before their car was steamed up and their moans echoed against the tinted windows, so Calum had to work fast. 

“Back seat, baby girl,” he breathed out, his forehead resting against his wife’s for just a second before she sprung into action, her soft laughter music to Calum’s ears. 

“I am. So proud. Of you.” Dovey mumbled in between the kisses she was leaving on Calum’s skin, her hips rolling against his and pressed up silver chains of his skirt, “You looked so fucking amazing on stage I couldn’t help but think about all the things I wanted you to do to me tonight.”

“Yeah?” Calum breathed out, his hands squeezing Dovey’s thighs as he helped her push up the hem of the skirt she was more than likely soaking through if his leaking cock wasn’t already at fault for it, “Gonna show me all those things you were thinking of?” 

“Mhm, only have time for one of them right now though,” Dovey smirked, her hand taking his cock and stroking it a few times, listening to the soft whimpers that left Calum as her own hips rocked against his solid thigh, “Have to wait until we’re back home for the others.” 

Calum’s eyes opened enough at one point to see the steam from their act fogging up the windows, the beads of moisture dripping down their foreheads matching the ones racing down the window next to his head. Above him, Dovey looked like an angel, her closed eyes and barely opened mouth making Calum think he was the luckiest man alive. His fingers had dug into her hips, soft whimpers leaving them both with every rock of their hips and Calum wasn’t sure if he’d ever want this feeling to end. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get tired of the way Dovey felt wrapped around him. He’d happily get lost in her warmth and never find his way out again if he could, but the coil in his stomach kept stretching and stretching, threatening to snap as he listened to Dovey’s moans grow louder and louder as her hips rose and fell with every one of them. 

“Calum,” she gasped out, one of her hands finding comfort in the soft curls she’d been playing with ever since they’d grown out and coiled against his head. 

“I know, I’ve got you,” Calum choked out, his own high speeding towards him as he felt Dovey clench around him as her hips paused and her whimpers were soaked into by Calum’s skin, “Oh fuck, baby, I-”

“Calum,” Dovey whispered, her soft kisses on Calum’s skin making the blinding white stars beneath his eyelids clear slowly, “Hey, come back to me,” she mumbled, the feeling of her fingers running through his hair grounding Calum back to the backseat of his car. 

His lungs hurt, the panting breaths he was taking sounding over the muffled music playing from the radio in the front, and his vision was still blurred as he watched Dovey leaned back against his thighs, her hair tousled and her dress still rucked up over her hips. It took him a couple more breaths, the thick air coating his lungs until finally, Calum’s hand found Dovey’s in the darkness of the car and he smiled lazily. 

“You back with me, Hood?” she asked softly and smiled, the gentle squeeze she gave his hand making him nod. 

“I always come back to you,” Calum whispered, “Always.” 

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The Married Life

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Words: 1300+

Author's Note: Basic ass title, but I couldn’t figure out a title. Lol. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this cute little fic with a side of spice! xox

Calum presses his lips to your forehead before you feel him get up from your shared bed. You let out a little moan and adjust your sleeping position, reaching out to grab his pillow.

He chuckles quietly and pushes some hair out of your face, his brown eyes basking in how cute you look when sleeping. You cling the man's pillow to your chest, inhaling the scent that's infused into it.

"God, I love you," Calum whispers as he looks down at your hand, seeing the wedding ring on your finger. "Love you so much."

He quietly walks out of the room, shutting the door gently before walking towards the studio room. The brunette sits down on the very low couch and gets comfortable, grabbing a hold of his blue bass before playing a few chords to warm up.

The sound of Calum playing his bass wakes you from your slumber, the sun shining into the bedroom through your blinds. A deep breath comes from your nose as you push yourself up with your arms, looking around the room to see Duke sleeping at the end of the king-sized bed.

You lay back against the bed and run your fingers through your hair. You stretch your limbs before getting up from the bed. You glance towards the chair that sits in the corner, noticing Calum's shirt draping across it.

You throw it over your torso before walking out of the room, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you look into his studio room. A smile comes to your lips as Calum sits on the low couch Ashton gave him, his eyes trained on the strings of the instrument.

"Morning, love," you mumble tiredly and your husband picks his head up, a smile forming on his lips.

The brunette takes off his headphones before setting his bass down. "Good morning, baby," Calum grins as you walk into the room. He pats his lap and you quietly laugh, lowering yourself onto him.

Calum wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close as you rest your head on his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, nuzzling his nose into your hair. "You're up pretty early," you mumble into his chest, your hands fiddling with the shirt he's wearing.

Your husband hums while his hands trail up your back. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep," Calum whispers and you look up at him. "Did I wake you?"

You nod your head and shrug your shoulders, mumbling that it's okay. "Missed you anyway," you tell him before placing a kiss on his neck.

Calum chuckles and adjusts your legs so you're sitting more comfortably when he notices the shirt you're wearing. "Is that my shirt?"

"You mean our shirt?" You wink and Calum rolls his eyes playfully. A giggle leaves your lips as his hand squeezes your side.

"You're an idiot," he laughs and you grin up at the Maori man.

You push yourself up a bit before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "But you love me," you whisper against his skin and Calum shudders a bit underneath you.

He hums in response and Calum looks down at you, his hand sliding up your back. "Mm, that I do, my love," he mumbles before connecting his lips with yours.

You sit up slightly, running your fingers through his hair as you move your lips against his. Calum's hand moves to your leg and adjusts your position, having you straddle his lap.

Your hands move to his chest, slowly running them down his torso. "How would you feel about taking a vacation?" You ask him after pulling away, Calum's eyes meeting yours.

"I'd love to, baby. Where do you wanna go?" He mentions as his hands rest on your ass.

"Anywhere you want," you shrug your shoulders and Calum stifles a laugh. "What?!"

The brunette adjusts his position a bit before bringing you closer to his body. Your hands rest on the back of the couch, feeling his hard-on pressing against your core. "I'm giving you the option to go anywhere you want and you're leaving it up to me?" Calum questions with a raised eyebrow and you chuckle.

"You know me well, don't you?" You smirk while shifting your hips, a short groan leaving your husband's lips. He nods his head in answer and you bite your lip. "Then pick a place."

Calum presses his lips together, his hands moving back to your hips before grinding you against him. "Iceland?" He groans and a gasp leaves your lips, one of your hands gripping his shoulder.

"I would love to visit Iceland," you moan and rest your forehead against his. "Fuck, Cal."

A deep chuckle leaves his lips as he bucks his hips up into you. "You like this, baby?" Calum rasps out and you nod your head. "Fuck, you look so good."

You push yourself off of his lap, eyeing him as you walk back towards the bedroom. You can hear Calum struggle to get off the couch as he follows you, his hands gripping your hips.

A giggle leaves your lips as the two of you stumble into the bedroom. "Cal-"

"Let me love you, sweetness," he groans against your lips, your fingers tugging his curls gently. "I missed your body."

A moan escapes your throat as he pushes you back onto the bed. Your lips break from his for a few seconds before reconnecting, his tongue pushing into your mouth.

Calum runs his hands up your body, fingers dipping under his shirt you're wearing. "You look really good in my clothes, baby," he mumbles against your skin, dragging his lips down your jaw.

Your eyes flutter shut, your fingers gripping one of his biceps. "I love you," you breathe out and Calum pulls away from you, his eyes cast down to look at you.

"I love you, sweetheart. So fucking much."

Your head tilts back as your husband shifts his body so he's laying between your legs. His brown eyes meet yours as he spreads your thighs apart, his thumb gliding up your pantie-covered slit.

A short gasp leaves your lips and bucks your hips up, needing more from him. "Please, Cal," you beg and Calum smirks, his tongue darting across his lips.

"Sound so pretty when you beg," he mumbles and moves your panties to the side, blowing cool air on your heat. Your fingers grip the sheets as you breathe heavily while your husband dips his head between your thighs. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

-

You wake up from your nap, noticing Calum's gone again and a chuckle leaves your lips. "This man," you shake your head and throw the covers off of your body before getting up.

Your husband's green Empathy hoodie sits on the edge of the bed and you grab it before throwing it over your head. You inhale Calum's scent, a hum leaving your lips at how good he smells.

You walk out of the bedroom, hearing the television playing in the living room. You run a hand through your hair, stepping into the living area to see Calum sitting at the kitchen island as he stares at the show that's playing.

"Hey, handsome," you call out and your husband glances towards you.

Calum groans as you walk towards him, his large hand resting on the back of your thighs. "Why must you do this to me?" He laughs before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. A giggle leaves your lips and shrugs your shoulders in reply. "Why are you wearing my sweater?"

A scoff leaves your lips and you slap his chest. "Can I not wear it just because?!" You question with an eyebrow raised. Calum kicks his lips and nods his head. "Well, if you must know… because it smells like you."

A smile comes to the man's lips as he squeezes your thigh. "Man, you're fucking adorable," he mumbles and kisses the side of your head. "Do you wanna go out to dinner tonight?"

You run your fingers through his hair and hum, keeping your eyes on him. "I'd love that, baby. A little date night?"

Calum grins up at you, his fingers trailing up your thighs. "The best for my queen."

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