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[calumsrockstar]

would you be able to write smth with ash or luke abt him and reader trying to get pregnant and they lowk discover he has a breeding kink?? i feel like both of them r the type to want to be fathers so bad so the idea of putting a baby in their girls sends them fckn insane

wrote (most of) this request in the Bahamas, thought i’d put my own spin on it. felt hashtag: inspired.

enjoy <3

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island time. [A.I.]

🦜 honeymoon!Ashton

freshly married and lost in paradise, you and your husband Ashton make a brand new discovery on your picturesque Caribbean getaway.

a/n: god this is literally the most domestic shit i have ever written (but also not at the same time???) i need to be put down after this one

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut’n’fluff!, brief mentions of drinkin’ & smokin’, exhibitionism/semi-public sex, dirty talk, trying for a baby/mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink (duh.)

the end counts as cockwarming? eye-d-kay!!

WORDCOUNT: TBD

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Light peeks through the silky white curtains of your honeymoon suite, waking you up with the sunshine splashing against your cheeks. You close your eyes tighter, hoping maybe for a second you’d be able to lull yourself back to sleep.

In your daze, you swing your arm over to the side of the mattress, expecting to feel another body lying there. But rather than a broad, sleeping giant, you’re met with a fist full of bedsheets.

You mumble to yourself, finally cracking open your eyes to see that your newly wedded husband, Ashton, was nowhere to be found.

You let yourself sit up fully, only to find a stripped comforter, and a small piece of notebook paper folded neatly in half resting on the pillow beside you.

"Gone surfing. Meet me down by the beach. Love you. x"

That was all that was written, aside from the little animated surfer drawn on the corner of the paper holding his hand in a shaka, and a little speech bubble that read: “Cowabunga, baby!”

You giggle down at the comic, your heart already feeling so full from how amazing this honeymoon has gone so far. It was only day three of your dreamy fifteen-day getaway.

You’d originally agreed to ten but of course, Ashton convinced you otherwise.

It didn’t take long to shimmy out of your pajamas and into that new bikini Ashton had insisted on buying you, down at the little gift shop in the town square. When he saw how your eyes lit up after seeing it on the mannequin, he knew he couldn’t have you go another sunny beach day without it.

So, he snuck down to the gift shop that same night after you went to sleep, and left it beside your pillow the next morning.

The sun had already been up for a few hours, reminding you how surreal it felt to be in such a beautiful, tropical place. Now, as a married woman.

Even the simple task of waking up and rolling out of bed had you feeling like an entirely new person. You were grateful for the days passing slowly, being able to spend much needed quality time with your husband, Ashton.

It still felt crazy, calling him that.

Once you freshened up, lathering lotion on every exposed area of your body and tying up your hair for better access to the sun, you headed down to meet Ashton at the beach.

The crisp morning breeze made you grateful for Ashton’s long sleeve henley top that you had decided to throw on as a coverup, shielding your new bikini from the hotel lobby employees and saving the view for the one who really wanted to see it.

The scent of his cologne lingering on the shirt was a plus, too.

You made your way down the stone pathway towards the beach, already having an idea where your husband would be. It didn’t take long to spot his overgrown chestnut mullet blowing in the breeze, chatting up the bartenders that were working the early morning shift.

As you near, you notice the wetsuit draped on the back of his bar seat, surely used to surf and dried off by now. You creep up to him slowly, taking in the sight of his sandy, bare back and slightly sunburnt shoulders.

The bartender notices you before Ashton does, so you press your index finger against your lips to tell them to keep it a surprise. Although Ash doesn’t drink, he’d made it his mission to befriend every single employee at this resort; just one of the many quirks of his kindhearted soul.

Without a word, you get close enough to latch your arms around his neck, attacking him with a bear hug. Slightly startled, Ashton’s head whips around knowing it was you, yet just double checking to be sure.

"Ah— there’s my beautiful wife," he murmurs sweetly, before slapping a wet kiss on your arm, "G’mornin’, gorgeous."

"Good morning to you too, handsome."

"Y’know, I don’t think I’ll ever get over being able to call you that,” His eyes peer over at your head resting on his shoulder, and you look back with the same amount of love and adoration.

"Get used to it. But don’t wear it out," you jab.

As your arms are still locked around him, you look down and notice the smoke funneling up between his body and the bar.

"Bright and early, huh? A joint to start the day," you hum to him, as he twists around to pull you between his legs.

"You know what they say about the early bird, sweet pea."

There was comfort in knowing that everyone at this bar knew you and Ashton, already having made accordance with each of them. He knew all of their names, as did you. He also snuck around and told them all of your favorite drinks when you weren’t around; Ashton was making it impossible for you to ever want to leave.

"Got a surprise for you." Ashton grabs the bartender’s attention with a quick, yet polite, whistle. He orders you a breakfast mimosa, which makes you giggle, speaking on the fact that you hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet.

"And what might that be?" You ask, traipsing your finger along his thigh right next to the hemline of his navy blue swim shorts, "Is it another bikini? Because I’ve already got one of those."

"No, it’s much better than a bikini— But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping to see that bikini on you right now." He grabs your hips, pulling you to sit between his legs on the barstool.

You chuckle quietly, satisfied to know him like the back of your hand. "Well, I guess today’s your lucky day."

After a few minutes of back and forth with your bartender friend and a couple of weak sips to your mimosa, Ashton pats your hip as a signal for you to dismount the barstool and follow him.

He’s very quiet in doing this, giving you shoddy answers to your curious questions and leaving no room to the imagination as you walk hand in hand along the beach.

"I’m gonna cover your eyes at some point, but promise me you won’t start screaming for help or anything like that," He jokes and you scoff, squeezing his hand tightly.

"I would never. Plus, what’s a surprise without a bit of kinky blindfolding?"

"Mimosa’s doing its job already I see," he says with a grin, “Maybe I won’t need to cover your eyes— you’ll be seeing stars by the time we get there."

"Are you calling me a lightweight? You’re the one that’s trying to get me drunk at ten in the morning!"

You’re starting to reach unfamiliar territory on the beach now, watching the beachgoers slowly dwindle to only a few straggling joggers and surfers.

"Nobody’s trying to get you drunk, sweet pea. You just gotta learn to let loose... I thought I’d give you the upper hand and start your morning off with a drink. You’re on island time now."

You shrug as if to say, fair enough, before Ash pulls you tightly into his side. He locks his arm around your head, using his palm to cover your eyes and his body to guide you to the right place. You lose your balance at the sudden loss of vision, but Ashton is right there to catch you, letting you fall into his chest with a giggle.

"Shit, no warning? What the fuck kind of morning have you been having?"

You could practically hear his smile without even having to see it, "A great one. And it’s about to get even better."

A few more steps are taken before Ash is pulling you back to stop you from walking any further. You noticed that he had walked you into the sand, rather than the pathway you had been on the entire time.

"Okay, just a few more steps— easy does it…" He’s holding up your temporarily ailed body, walking you through soft tropical sand. There were moments where you’d misstep, sending your feet tripping right out of your sandals and leaving Ashton to come to your rescue.

"I promise I’m not drunk, my God… Don’t know what’s gotten into me today," you try to cover up your wave of embarrassment with a giggle, and Ash laughs along.

"No worries— Take one more big step for me, okay?"

You take one final comically large step into the sand, and stop when you feel his body come to one as well. His large hand over your face was undoubtedly making you sweat, but you didn’t really have the heart to tell him.

"Are we here?"

“Mhm," he coos, "You ready, sweet pea?"

"As ready as I’ll ever be," you smile.

Suddenly, his hand lifts from off of your face. You’re first met with a blinding light, but as your eyes adjust, you start to take in the scenery.

A lush, empty plot of beach with scattered palm trees and bushes. The crystal clear water blended in with the sky, not a single cloud throughout the entire shoreline.

You look around, confused for a moment, wondering why Ashton had brought you to a random empty plot of beach.

"Did you just walk me in circles to show me what I’ve been seeing for the last three days?"

Ashton lets out a snort, his hands finding your hips in front of you before he places a gentle kiss upon your lips.

"You’re funny. Turn around."

With his hands to help spin you, you turn around, faced with something you had been begging for since the moment you touched down in the Caribbean.

A private cabana.

"No. Fucking. Way!" You squeal excitedly, accidentally ripping yourself from his grasp to run up to the three little steps, "And here I am sounding like a fuckin’ dickhead—"

Ashton shrugs, "You learned from the best… Go ahead. Check it out."

He stands cross armed with a smug smile, watching you run laps around the cabana. You take in the dark wooden support beams and blue linen that surrounded them. There was a sheer white curtain in place of a door, and fairy lights strung on the outside. You’d seen them around the beach in the passing days, but you swore this was prettier than any of the ones you’d seen so far.

"Ash, it’s fucking gorgeous!" You gush, standing to the side of it and hugging one of the wooden beams.

"Wait ‘till you see the inside. C’mon," he holds out his hand walking towards you, and you take it gleefully. When you make your way up the steps, Ashton pulls back the curtain and slides them open just enough for the two of you to walk in.

A king sized beach bed sat between two wicker bedside tables. Sun rays shone through the straw roof, leaking light onto the power blue sheets

And on one of the little beside tables, two breakfast plates.

"So, you did have a reason for getting me that mimosa," You chuckle, fluttering down onto the bed while still taking in the interior.

"I had good intentions… Too bad you drank the whole thing before we got here,” says Ashton, plopping down next to you.

"If I’m on island time now, why wait?"

Ashton snakes his arm over your shoulder, the two of you watching the palm trees sway in the late morning winds, and listening to the ocean crash against the shore. You lean your head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath.

"This is just— beautiful, Ash. Thank you for doing this."

"Anything for you, sweet pea. Making you my wife was only half the battle. You know I’d give you the world if you asked. A beachside cabana is nothin’."

Your heart swells at his kind words, feeling so overflowed with love that you have no choice but to tackle him onto the bed with a kiss.

It’s slow at first, his lips slotting against yours quickly and finding the rhythm you claim. But as your tongues entwine, the kiss deepens. His hands find your waist, pulling you onto his lap and spreading his legs to give you a place to rest your hips.

"Baby," you hum, giggling while Ashton’s lips are occupied by the nape of your neck, "What about breakfast?"

"Breakfast can wait. You're only thing I wanna’ be tasting right now."

Although flustered by his words alone, you pull away to look at him, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the lack of you. You proceed whack him on the chest, trying to keep alive the magic of the beachside cabana without getting too distracted by your hunk of a husband.

Well, at least not just yet.

”Breakfast cannot wait! Don’t let my friskiness ruin the amazing morning you planned. We’ll get back to it soon enough."

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth in a pout as he is about to protest, but you cut him off with a disapproving gaze.

"You had me last night and you still want more?"

"Always want you. This is nothing new."

The way he seamlessly draws you back into a kiss seemed impossible, how suddenly you were pulled right back to where you, your body, and mind were last night.

And the night before. And the night before that.

Your heart begins to race when his teeth sink into your bottom lip, pulling down agonizingly slow and testing every last bit of your decorum. You whine into him, gripping his chest so roughly that little crescent etchings are left in the place of your fingernails.

"Ash—," you whimper, barely pulling enough air from your chest to utter his full name.

"I hear you baby, I hear you…"

Ashton could tell you were getting greedy, from the way your hips ground down into his. How the friction of his bulge held captive in his swim shorts was giving you just the right amount of pressure you needed.

You didn’t care about a good breakfast, or why Ashton was refusing one. Not anymore. You didn’t care about anything.

Except for him.

The kiss picks back up and suddenly, you weren’t even sure how, the henley top that was once clad to your back was now strew across the floor. Ashton’s hands roamed up your sides, grasping at your ribcage as you continued to swivel your hips.

"So fuckin’ perfect—" Ash mumbles, in a dreamlike state that made his gritty voice sound even deeper. Music to your fucking ears. "And, you’re wearing the hell outta’ that bikini."

"Whatever my husband wants, my husband gets," you muse, bottom lip tender from the incessant nipping.

After a few more minutes of tender kisses and tugs at your bikini strings, Ashton's motions had grown more ravenous.

"Well, your husband wants you to take it off," he teases, continuing the soft banter from before and shifting the both of you up towards the headboard.

"I think that could be arranged," you reply, watching the little streaks of sunlight from above create patterns across his bare chest, "Wanna do it for me?"

"You know I fuckin' do."

He couldn't get the words out fast enough before he was pulling the strings and the bikini top was falling between your bodies, exposing your bare chest to his hungry, wandering eyes.

"My god, that never gets old," he gawks, reaching his hands up with no time to waste and taking your nipples between his fingers.

The action alone draws a moan from the back of your throat, and makes you grind down onto his hips hard enough to feel his hard-on practically popping out of his swim trunks. It had been a long and rather busy few days out on the island with Ashton. And you'd be lying if you said that the two of you weren't on a... mission.

Is it really that cliché to try for a baby on your honeymoon?

"Baby," you moan, breathless, smitten, "please. Now. We— we have to—"

Ashtons eyes widen at your subtle command, shoulders tensing at those subdued words and piecing together exactly where your head was at.

"Yeah, yeah... I've gotcha sweet pea."

It was your turn to be the dominant one now, ordering him around with your eyes as he slowly lifted you off of his hips and began to slide out of his swim trunks. You sat and waited patiently, perched on your knees with a wicked smile.

Ashton's excitement at your tries for pregnancy never failed to make you swoon; could've been because you were ovulating, or because you were so infatuated with the idea of starting a family with him. Either way, neither of you were complaining.

"Lay down f'me?"

His words break your spell and suddenly you're following his command. You shift and rest your head against the fluffy down pillows, running your hands along your chest towards your midriff.

Ashton’s blistered palms make headway up your thighs, prying your legs open like he was parting those crystal blue waves you’d been swimming in all week. His eyes feast on your sprawled out figure, examining each and every dip and curve.

"God, you’re beautiful. Could’ stare at you all day, sweet pea." He breaths shakily, his head sort of reeling, like a mental game of ping pong. He wasn’t sure where to start with his pretty girl, and it was so, so obvious.

"Don’t have time for that baby," you purr, watching him slither around you delicately as though you were made of porcelain, "Need you— now."

"You need me now? Since when did you start calling the shots around here?" Ashton chuckles, the shade of his honey green eyes slightly flickering to that of a foggy forest.

Right as you’re about to open your mouth to reply, his grip on your thighs tightens. You help out in pleasure, then quickly clamp your lips shut as he settles himself between your legs.

His chest presses against the sheets and his face is now inches away from your core, pulsing and aching through your swimsuit bottoms and practically screaming for his attention.

"Such a pretty angle. Love seein’ you like this," he drawls, his gaze pointed at where you needed him most.

A gentle whimper gets caught behind your teeth as you attempt to shift beneath him, only making that grip he had on your legs tighten just a bit more.

"Tryin’ t’ fight your way out of this, aren’t you?" he mocks, moving his hands to the inside of your legs and firmly pressing your knees down to the mattress, "You can’t go all shy on me now, sweet pea."

There was something predatory about the way he was acting; stalking like he was on the hunt for just a bit more than the feeling of you wrapped around him. He wanted to savor this moment, this fun little game of cat and mouse.

"Ashton, please," you beg.

Either he was choosing to ignore you or he didn’t hear it at all, but your plea remained empty as his head ducked down to press a kiss below your naval.

"Gonna’ fill you up real’ nice..." he groans into your flesh, teeth nipping at the delicate skin, "Would you like that? Want me to fill you up with my cum, baby?"

You nod sheepishly, resorting to tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as his teasing continues.

"Gotta use those words, beautiful. I know you’ve got a mouth on ya’."

"Yes," you blurt, "I’m— I’m ready. Please, fill me up baby, please."

His eyebrows raise in amusement and the death grip he once had on your knees finally loosens. He uses his arms to stalk towards you, crawling up your body so that the two of you met at eye level.

"Say that again for me?"

As you open your mouth to repeat the words that descended your husband into madness, you feel a broad hand sneak between your legs and push your swimsuit bottoms to the side. His finger slips between your dripping folds, running a line up and stopping to gently toy with your clit. The steadfast eye contact remained.

"Are you paying attention, sweet pea? I said, say it again."

You stutter for a moment, unable to coherently collect the words on your tongue as he continued to tease you. "Baby please— Want you t’ fill me up—"

"Gonna’ make you mine, sweet pea. I promise. And since I did it already then fuck it baby, I’ll do it again."

His tip prods at your entrance while your eyes frantically dart across the various features on his face. You watch his plump lips part slightly, and the notch in his brow grow more prominent as he savors that first stroke.

The two of you sigh in unison, in bliss, at that first initial feeling of him filling you perfectly. He has no choice but to gaze into your eyes, the ones that had been looking at him with equal admiration this entire time.

"Fuck, baby— so fuckin’ tight n’ ready for me, yeah?"

His starting thrusts are slow, each stroke hitting deeper within your lower abdomen and creating pressure throughout your entire body. You hold your breath, savoring that feeling before letting it out with a labored groan.

"F-feels so good, Ashton. Can— can feel you everywhere."

What you were saying hardly made any sense; but that never mattered to Ashton. All he knew was that the feeling of his cock meticulously hitting that sweet spot every time was enough to get you buzzed.

Love drunk, if you will.

"Takin’ my cock so well. Like such a good girl. How fuckin’ perfect you are, baby— and you’re all mine."

The eye contact between you was blazing, the heat radiating off of his cheeks flushing against yours. You could barely keep your eyes open as his hips began to snap faster and faster, his breathing becoming more gritty and labored.

"Ashton, baby, oh my God— please—" you cry out, the wooden bed frame now shaking and whacking against the walls of the cabana with the force of his limitless thrusts.

"Feels good, sweet pea? Gonna fill you up with my fuckin’ cum, baby. Gonna fill you up n’ fuck it into you nice and deep. You’re mine. All fuckin’ mine."

You take your hands and cup his face, watching his pupils bounce as his lips weave into a wicked smile. Sweat slicked his forehead as he looked down on you, eager to please you and so satisfied with the way you’d been falling apart.

"Fuckin— touch yourself. Please, God— touch yourself for me, pretty? Wanna hear more of those sweet sounds you make."

Your jaw drops, as does your hand from his cheek. Your hand then moves to finds your clit in record time, and you begin to rub it in quick circles. The simple action causes an electric shock to run down your spine, only amplifying the pleasure going forward.

"Gonna cum together, yeah?" asks Ashton, who had resorted to tucking his head into the crook of your neck and occasionally biting down on the meat of your collarbone, "Gonna’ cum with my girl— fuck, baby. You feel incredible."

"Mmmh."

You only find enough strength in you to hum as the speed of his thrusts increases. It was hard to take your eyes off of him and surely the feeling was mutual; it had become a competition of who could look at the other with the most love and devotion.

"Fuck, I’m close—" Ashton blurts, his voice weakening, "Ready for me, baby?"

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes," you cry out, still pawing circles at your clit as the rhythm you once claimed grows sloppy.

"Want you t’ feel my cum so deep inside you, my girl… Been so fuckin’ good t’me. Always are."

The two of you groan, loudly. It echoes and bounces off of the quaint walls of the cabana as Ashton finally releases inside of you. You could feel his liquid pooling, mixing with the juices of your own arousal and God, did it feel incredible.

A collective sigh is shared not long before Ashton dips down again to place another kiss onto the sweet spot of your neck, "Ashton, baby— oh my God."

"Gonna’ put that baby in you, sweet pea. Can fuckin’ bet on it," he states. A groan mixed with some sort of pathetic whine as he slowly pulls half of his length out of your pussy.

Right as you’re about to let out a sigh of relief, he rams himself back into you.

"Fuck!" you cry, pinching your eyes shut for the first time since this whole ordeal has started. He was awfully cocky about it all but then again, it wouldn’t be Mr. and Mrs. Irwin without a bit of a boast.

"Feel that? That to me feels like a success," Ashton gloats, his eyes mocking your tightly knit brows and scrunched up nose.

A chuckle falls past your lips as you relish in the feeling; you and your husband becoming one soul. You can’t seem to get your attention to stray away from the mousy brown curls that had flopped out of their style and into his eyes. How obscenely intimate it felt to be this close to your husband in all of his glowing, sweaty, post-sex glory.

"That doesn’t mean we can’t try again tomorrow," you tease him, brushing a rogue curl from his eye, "We’re still here for another week and a half."

"If it were up to me, we’d do this every day. But, I don’t wanna wear you out. Husband and wife now, yanno? Gotta you can, uh— keep up."

The two of you chuckle and sigh, basking in the feeling of his cock still buried inside of you and sharing the love of the intimacy.

"Hey, I think I could keep up with your beastly self. You’ve just gotta give me the chance to prove it."

Ashton spares you a warm smile, the same smile that won you over the first time you’d ever met him.

"I love you, baby."

"God, I love you more."

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[calumsrockstar]

sing the song you wrote about me, never once checking the words

i hope that no one sings along, i hope that i’m not a regular

[calumsrockstar]

whatever u want, m’lady 🤭

[calumsrockstar]

Lady and the tramp - Calum Hood

a/n: I'm sorry for any historial inacuracies! I wrote this from the top of my head

Contents: description of abuse, royal courting, tooth rotting fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f recieving), creampie, mentions of pregnancy.

You were to be wed to your horrible fiancé, but when you spot a beautiful tall man, you think your luck has changed.

Royal!Calum x Royal!Reader (fem)

You looked in the mirror while you applied your favorite rouge to your cheeks. Tonight was the annual Hood ball, since sir Arthur Hood became king, this became a tradition. Every year lavish parties were thrown to celebrate his reign.

Your fiancé, William, which you were bethrothed to since you were 16, grabbed your arm and dug his nails into your skin. "We cannot be late, y/n. You know Arthur is expecting us." He looked into your eyes sternly. Your lady in waiting, Arabella, watched this happen, knowing if she intervened she would get punished.

"I know, i'm almost ready, i'm terribly sorry" You apologized, wincing from the pain. "Good. We'll be leaving in ten minutes." He replied. Finally releasing your arm, he left the room, allowing you to finish your preparations.

Tears started to form in your eyes, while you rushed to Arabella. "I don´t think i can take this much, Bella." You hugged her. She had been your only friend since you were wed to William.

"Be strong, y/n." She told you, wiping your tears. "You'll get through this, I promise." Making you smile.

"Let me help you get ready, maybe you'll find a new husband." She laughed, making you giggle and sniffle. "Suck in." She said, tightening your corset while you placed your hands on your mirror, scrunching your face.

You were wearing a beautiful lavender gown, with your hair put up and slighly curled. You also wore an expensive pearl necklace and white gloves. The epitome of class, you looked absolutely gorgeous.

You turned to Arabella. "How do I look?" You asked. "Splendid." She replied, smiling. She gave you a final hug. "We'll see each other soon." You grinned. "When I get back, I'll tell you all about it."

The ride to the castle was long and arduous. You felt your stomach turn into knots, especially because your fiancé was right by your side, keeping an eye on you.

When you finally got out of your carriage, you observed an extraordinarily large castle, with a huge water fountain, and yards of bright green shrubbery. The night was cold, but William refused to give you his coat.

You walked in with your arm intertwined with your fiancé, getting lost in the big castle. When you finally found the ballroom, it was enormous, checkered floors with gold marble statues, big chandeliers and what seemed to be hundreds of tables.

Loud classical music was playing and you saw hundreds of unfamiliar faces laughing and chatting. You wished you could be as relaxed as them, talking with your partner.

You heard your fiancé hum pleasantly, meaning he was satisfied with what he saw, you on the other hand were terrified. "I don´t know how to dance William, i´ve never been to a ball." You told him. "You´ll learn now, don´t give me attitude." He replied, making you put your head down.

Your eyes locked on one particular man. He was the only one who was sitting down, and he was munching on a quiche, with crumbs all over his suit.

He was astonishingly handsome, fluffy dark hair and soulful deep brown eyes, his bushy eyebrows framed his face perfectly. You giggled, observing the strange sight of the handsome brute.

Women started gathering at one side of the room, while men on another, signifying that the dance was about to start. The mysterious man didn´t get up, instead watched, smiling.

Your fiancé whispered in your ear. "Don't ruin this for me, y/n." Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded.

You walked up to William, and tried to fit in as much as possible, placing your hand on his and twirling around, looking like a scared little bunny.

The stranger noticed this, he leaned over from his chair, furrowing his eyebrows. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, you looked stunning in your dress that moved with evey step you took.

He also noticed your fiancé, which had an angry expression, watching over you like a hawk, mentally critiziing every step you took.

When the dance was finally over, William whispered in your ear "We´ll have a talk when we get home." A man came up behind him and greeted him, prompting a sappy conversation. This was your chance to run and dissapear into the crowd.

You picked up your pace, looking over your shoulder to make sure William wasn´t following you, when you bumped into a tall stranger.

"I´m so sorry." You scrambled to find words, when you looked up to see the same person you locked eyes 20 minutes ago. "It´s no problem at all." He smiled.

"What´s wrong?" He asked. You stuttered "Nothing, i´ll be on my way." You replied. "What is a beautiful princess like you running away from?" He asked you.

You gulped. "My fiancé." You covered your mouth, having blurted out very personal information. He raised an eyebrow. "What did he do?" He asked.

The cat´s out of the bag now, you thought. "He´s horrible, he made me come to this ball when I don´t even know how to dance!" You exclaimed, making him chuckle.

"I don´t really like these types of things too." He said, making you laugh in surprise. "What´s your name, if I may ask?" He inquired.

"y/n y/l/n" You replied. "What about yours?"

"Calum." He said. "And your last name?" You questioned.

He started blushing. "Hood." You opened your eyes. "Calum Hood? Like Arthur Hood?" You asked, making him nod.

"Oh my God, I´m so sorry sir-" You exclaimed, and he stopped your sentence, smiling. "It´s fine, you can call me Calum, it´s not your fault i´ve been born into this family."

"Why aren´t you dancing? I can see all those ladies in waiting swooning over you." You smiled. "They´re boring, i´d much rather be with you." He smiled.

Your breath hitched in your throat. "Um, aren´t you married to anyone?" You stuttered. "Yes, she´s pretty and all, but I got married for political reasons, and i´m pretty sure she´s not faithful." He winked.

"Oh." You laughed awkwardly. "Would you like to see the gardens with me?" He asked. You looked back at William, who was clearly preoccupied with a ginger woman, swiping her hand on his arm. "Yes, I would like that." You replied.

He stuck out his hand and yours met his. You felt the ruggedness of his hand through your gloves.

The garden was massive, with hundreds of different flowers and bushes. The air was crisp and chilly and the night sky was clear. Calum saw you shivering and took off his expensive coat to give it to you. "There´s really no need, sir-I mean, Calum." You told him. "It´s my pleasure, y/n." He answered.

He sat down on a marble bench, and patted at his side, prompting you to sit down. You smelled his scent on his coat, he smelled of musk and roses.

There was a calm and comfortable silence. "I can´t believe you´ve never been to a ball, princess." Calum said, breaking the ice. "Yeah, i´m mostly cooped up in my room. I like to write, and paint." You said softly.

"Why are you here with me?" You asked. "Do I need a reason?" he said back, making you smile. You shook your head to signal a "no".

"Do you like being royalty?" You blurted out. "No, not really." He answered. "I feel like a chess piece, being married for political alliances, I can never be who I want, love who I want. It´s given to me like a prophecy, I can never get rid of it." You nodded. "I understand."

You noticed a statue that looked just like him. "You don´t like the statues?" You laughed, making him grin. "I hate those statues, they look hideous." He laughed. "I think i´m much more handsome in real life."

He noticed the bruises on your arms, when your gloves were pulled down, tracing his hands on them. His touch stirred nerves which you never knew you had inside of you. "Did he do this to you?" He said, and you knew exactly who he was talking about.

For the first time since you were a child, you felt safe. You nodded, with tears starting to form in your eyes, he lifted your head with his hands. "You deserve so much better." You looked up at him, starry eyed. You observed that he had a few beauty marks on his face.

At this point, the front parts of your hair had fallen out of your ponytail, framing your face. In the moonlight, you looked like a godess among men.

One part of your brain was telling you that this was wrong, and that you had to go back to your fiancé, but the other part knew that this felt right.

You slowly closed your eyes and placed a kiss on his lips. You felt him smile into it. He kissed you again, more passionately, his lips hungry for yours, while he held your face with both hands. "You´re so beautiful." He said, making you smile. "Nobody should ever make you feel this way, princess."

Your head was fuzzy, you couldn´t think straight, feelings that were buried deep inside you were being stirred, making you blush. Calum heard his name being called out, meaning he had to go back inside. "I wish I could stay here forever." You said. "Me too." Calum agreed.

"I hope to see you soon, y/n" Calum said. "Likewise." You replied, heading back inside the ballroom.

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Two weeks went by, slowly, all that was in your head was CalumCalumCalumCalum. You told Arabella all about your adventures. and she agreed that you should meet him again.

You were all he thought about. When he went to bed, when he had dinner with the royal family. when he went to shower. How he longed to touch your soft hands, and hold your delicate face.

While you were painting, you heard a knock on your door. "There´s been a letter delivered to you, Princess y/n." The guard said. You thanked him, and closed the door to your room.

To my beloved y/n:

I cannot hold it any longer, my heart aches for you. On Saturday, I will send you a carriage, at eleven in the morning, driven by my best men. If you don´t accept, please ask them to leave. But I hope you do see me.

From yours truly, Calum Hood.

You stood reading the letter, with your mouth wide open. You decided to accept, since your fiancé would not be home, this was a perfect opportunity to go see Calum.

You could not go to sleep, your body was on fire, every nerve longed for Calum´s touch. You´ve never felt this before, for anyone.

You stayed awake for the remaining of the night, painting, since you couldn´t go to sleep.

At the early hours of the morning, Arabella came into your room. "I´m going to go see Calum." You giggled. Arabella smiled. "When?" She asked. "At eleven, today." You replied, prompting her to hug you. "But you cannot tell William, or a single soul." You whispered. Arabella did an imaginative motion with her hand, zipping up her mouth and throwing away the key.

Counting the minutes to 11, you were outside waiting. Sure enough, there was a caarriage there. You looked to your guards for approval and nodded, then entered it.

Falling asleep, you woke up to a sudden stop. You had gotten to the castle, even more beautiful in the daytime.

The big gates were opened, and you wandered in, looking through the rooms was when you found him, sitting at a dining table. Both of your eyes lit up as you saw each other.

You ran up to him, and then realized you should be curteous, and bowed to him, making him laugh. "It´s okay y/n, nobody´s looking." You looked around, and gave him a kiss on the lips, making him smile. "I missed you." He said. "It´s only been two weeks." You giggled. "That´s already too much." He replied.

"Shall I give you a tour of the castle, m´lady?" He said, bowing sarcastically. "You may." You giggled and grabbed his hand.

You both ran througout the castle, going through the main hall, the kitchens, bathrooms, laundry rooms, all the guest chambers and the cellars.

"I have one more thing I want to show you." He said, grinning, and taking you up a big flight of stairs.

You both entered a gigantic room, with a huge red bed and a few giant paintings of Calum. "Welcome to my chambers, m´lady." He grinned while you had your mouth wide open. You let go of his hand and went to explore, touching all of the furniture and the bed. "I think this is the best room." You smiled, making Calum chuckle.

You couldn´t help but laugh at the paintings, depicting Calum in various positions, posing. "I know, those paintings are ridiculous." He blushed. "I think they´re marvelous." You giggled. "Very fancy."

You turned around to see Calum standing in front of you. "I think you´re much more handsome in person, sir." You told him, making him smile and roll his eyes. "You really think so?" He asked. "Of course." You replied, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, whispering "Well, I think you´re beautiful too, y/n." Kissing your neck. You couldn´t help but moan into his kisses, making your body feel on fire.

"Calum - William is expecting me soon." You stuttered. "Does William make you feel like this?" He asked, grazing his hands on your ass. You shook your head signaling a no. "Then fuck him, you don´t deserve him."

William had sex with you, but it was never something for your pleasure. He got himself off and that was it. Calum felt different, he felt like he cared.

You pulled him into a kiss, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him onto the bed. Making him smile. When the kiss was broken, you observed his messy hair and his big grin.

Today, you opted to not wear a corset, and wear a simple blue dress. Just your luck, you thought.

He pointed to the hem of your dress. "May I?" He asked. You nodded. "Please." Making him grin. "Good girl."

"You look so beautiful, let me make you feel good, princess." He said, dragging his eyes up at you, observing every curve in your body.

He unclasped your bra and took off your underwear, gently making you lay down on the huge bed.

You clenched your legs together, in embarassment while Calum placed sloppy kisses from your mouth to your stomach. "No need to be shy, princess. You look gorgeous." He said, making you blush, and gently parting your legs with his hands.

You hid your face in your hands, covering your blushing. You felt his hot breath on your core. You had never felt like this in your life. A carnal desire for someone.

His tongue finally made contact with your soaking pussy. Making you throw your head back, as he lapped long stripes inside of you. "Oh-oh my God." You moaned, while gently grabbing a handful of his hair, making him audibly groan.

With your back arching off the matress, he used his toungue in meticulous pattern, rubbing circles against your clit that had you squirming.

"You taste amazing, y/n." He said, in between licks, making you blush at the praise, rolling your eyes back into your head.

You felt like there was a rubber band about to snap inside of you. "I´m close, Calum." You groaned, as you felt your pussy twitch in electryfing pleasure. "Come for me." He said with a deep gravel in his voice.

You felt that cord snap, cumming all over his face, coating his stubble. "Holy fuck." You laughed.

"Take off your clothes please, I want to see you." You begged Calum. "Your wish is my command, princess." He took off his long sleeve shirt. "You have tattoos, they´re beautiful." You said, trailing your hands through his biceps.

"Thanks, princess." He smiled, taking off his pants and his boxers. You watched his erection spring up, hitting his stomach, making your jaw drop. Precum was bubbling on his tip.

"I need you inside me, Calum." You mewled. "So needy..." He chuckled. "Please."

Grabbing your back with his large hands, he slowly filled you up. making sure you were getting used to his size. "Are you okay?" He asked. You just nodded, biting your lip. "You can move now." You told him. His opened mouth turned into a long drawn out moan,

The stretch turned into pleasure, while he pushed into you, you made obscene noises, looking him in the eyes making him go absolutely feral. "You're gonna be the death of me, y/n." He groaned.

He started picking up the pace, while your nails scratched his back, he was wincing at the pain, but he enjoyed this very much.

You were moaning wantonly, and he pressed his hand against your stomach, only doubling your already unbearable pleasure even more.

"I´m gonna come, please fill me up, Calum." You moaned, not even thinking about the words that you said.

There was always the risk of pregnancy, if you were to get pregnant, you could be forced to marry him, but you didn´t think it was a bad idea after all.

"Yeah, want me to fill you up with my babies?" He moaned, while you bit your lip. "Yes, please, that´s all I want."

Calum´s weight on you, and the way his cock drives into you makes your eyes roll back, your brain going fuzzy. Every nerve inside you being stimulated at the same time.

"Oh god - Oh, Calum!" You exclaim, clenching your walls. "Cum for me, y/n, wanna see that pretty pussy cum all over my cock." Like a button was pressed, you gushed all over him, panting.

He buries his face into your neck, and you feel hot ropes of cum inside you, you ride him through his orgasm, watching his muscles relax.

He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Let´s get you cleaned up, shall we, princess?" You smiled and nodded. "That would be great, thank you."

Grabbing a wet washcloth, he helped you clean up, and put your dress back on.

You both laid down, facing each other.

"Your fiancé never touched you like this?" He had a soft expresison on his face. "Not really, just got off for himself if i´m being honest." You replied.

"What a cunt." He rolled his eyes. You burst out laughing. "Yeah, you could say that." You smiled.

Your expression turned serious. "You know there´s a chance we could have a baby, right?" You asked him. "Yes, I know." He softened his gaze. "You´d have to marry me." You added. "Yes, I know." He repeasted and smiled.

You smiled back. "Would you like that?" He asked. "I would love it." You grinned back.

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Bunny - Ashton Irwin

a/n: DADDY ISSUES NATION RISE! This is my longest fic until now, and it´s inspired by @rip-quizilla.

word count: 3k

Where you find a mysterious hot neighbor.

Contents: MAJOR AGE GAP (reader is 19 and Ash is 44), perv!ash, spanking, pet names, praise, unprotected p in v, oral (f and m recieving) masturbation (f and m), corruption kink, daddy kink

Older!Ash x Reader

You entered your brand new house, it was small, but spacious considering it was your first. Your mom and your dad finally let you move out, giving you all the privacy you needed.

For the first month everything was normal, until you heard almost every mom in the neighborhood talk about a handsome and mysterious Mr. Irwin. Only to notice that he was living right next to you.

You were curious, since moving to the neighborhood, you´ve never seen what he looked like, your window was right opposite his, but he always kept the curtain closed.

Adjusting yourself, you looked at the mirror and flattened your yellow sundress. It was a hot summer day, and what better way to quench your thirst than to deliver lemonade to your supposedly hot neighbor?

You opened the fridge to get a large jug of your homemade lemonade, and left the house, leaving the front door unlocked.

Walking to his house, you took deep breaths, and knocked on the door. Now you wait.....

A tall man opened the door, looking to be in his 20s. His light brown hair looked soft and curly. his skin sunkissed. "Hi there." He smiled. Making you forget why you were there.

Holy shit.

"Um-hi." You smiled. "I moved here a month ago and I ́ve never said hello, I decided to bring you some lemonade. Some friendly neighbor activity." You chuckled.

He looked you up and down, basically devouring you with his eyes. "That's awfully kind of you." You detected some kind of accent. "It 's no problem." You replied.

"Sorry if this is too direct but, how come i´ve never seen you before?" You asked him. "At my age, I don't go out of my house much honey, I like to read, play music." You raised an eyebrow. "Your age? Like 25?"

He let out a throaty laugh. "You flatter me." Making you smile. "How old are you?" You asked. "If you don't mind me asking of course." He grinned. "Guess."

"28?" He shook his head no. "30?" He shook his head no again. "35?" You asked, hoping you didn't say he was too old. "More." He grinned. "No fucking way." You replied. "40?" He clicked his tongue. "You're getting closer." Your mouth was practically on the floor. "I´m 44, sweetheart."

"What? That's insane." You smiled. "You definitely don't look or act 44." You said. "Hey, how is a 44 year old supposed to act?" He chuckled. "I don´t know, smoking cigars on your front porch, maybe?" You smiled. "I´m young at heart, you know." He leaned down to talk to you.

"How old are you, little lady?" He grinned. "I'm 19." He widened his hazel eyes. "19, wow. Basically a baby." You fake pouted. "I'm not a baby." You smiled, teasingly. "You are to me." He replied. You frowned. Did he actually think of you as a kid?

"What´s a young girl like you doing living all by herself?" He asked. "I just moved out, I wanted some privacy." You replied, making him raise an eyebrow. "Privacy, huh? You sure you´re not gonna throw any parties?"

You laughed. "That's not what all kids do these days, by the way. Maybe in your time, Mr. Irwin." You put your hand on your forehead. "That was rude, i´m sorry." He laughed. "How do you know my last name?" He smiled.

You turned pink. "Well, you must know that women talk about you." He raised an eyebrow. "Do they?" He chuckled. "Yeah, all the time." You replied.

"Can you tell me what they say?" He smiled, making you turn an even deeper shade of red. "Well, they all say you're really handsome and stuff... And how they wonder if you have a wife." You smiled. "No, I don't have one, sweetheart." He grinned.

Oh god yes.

"Oh, that's good to know. I mean, that's cool." You stuttered. Making him chuckle. "Well, I guess I´ll see you around, Mr. Irwin." You said turning your back. "Please, call me Ashton." He blurted out. "What's your name?" He asked. "It´s y/n." You smiled. "Nice to meet you y/n." I hope to see you soon." You looked over your shoulder and nodded.

When you turned around, Ashton couldn't help but look at your ass. It was sculpted and it drove him crazy. He could tell you were definitely trouble.

Ashton closed the door, and smiled. You were the only thing he could think of for hours. He wanted to get to know you, to know what your interests were, your life. He already was utterly obsessed. He felt like a teenager again, with hormones blossoming inside of him.

You were sweet and innocent, like a bunny. Something deep inside him wanted to ruin you.

You could not help thinking of him too. His tattooed arms, his curly hair, how his tank top hugged every place of him. How his shorts were tight around his bulge.

Shit. You wanted to fuck your 44 year old neighbor.

Ashton let his curiosity get the best of him. He finally opened his office window, to see if he could peek inside your house. Fortunately for him, this was the window directly opposite your bedroom.

After a long day, you decided to go to your bedroom to relax. Kicking off your shoes and getting out of your sundress. It was hot, so you absentmindedly left your bedroom window open, not knowing you had a spectator.

"Holy fuck." Ashton thought, his jaw was on the ground. You were wearing a lacy pink underwear set. The dim lighting in your room made you look ethereal.

Ashton was getting harder by the second. He knew this was wrong. Spying on his innocent little neighbor. But at this moment, he could care less.

You took off your bra, slowly. Ashton watched your breasts slip out of them, he thought he was dreaming. You were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

You reached in your bedroom drawer and found a pretty pink vibrator that you've stashed there. You laid down, tracing circles over your panties with the vibrator, letting out little whimpers.

"No fucking way." Ashton mouthed. He couldn't take it anymore. He took his cock out of his pants, bubbling with pre-cum. He felt like a pervert, but this turned him on even more.

Little y/n wasn't as innocent as he thought.

Taking off your panties, your pussy was on full display. Making Ashton´s mouth water.

You pressed the vibrator on your clit while you inserted two fingers inside of yourself, curling them. The shock made your back lift off the mattress, with a moan so loud you were sure your neighbor could hear.

All you wanted was Ashton. You wished his fingers were inside of you, you wished he was fucking you.

Ashton started to rub himself, watching intently. So what if you saw? He thought. His cock was throbbing, he was desperate to be inside you. Every muscle in his body ached for you.

You started to squirm, your clit throbbing with pulsing sensations that made you convulse in bed. While Ashton was shivering. This is the most turned on he´s been ever.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck." You moaned while you bit your lip, feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach. Ashton started fucking his fist, harder and faster.

"Fuck! Ashton!" You screamed when you came. Putting your hand to your mouth when you realized what you said. At the same time, Ashton came all over his hand, panting hard. His curls were sticking to his forehead.

Did she just say my name? She couldn't have.

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In the morning you decided to lounge by the pool, and get some sun. You put on your favorite blue bikini and put your hair in a bun and headed out to the garden.

You opened up the door to your yard, secretly hoping a certain hazel eyed man would stumble in.

Sitting on a lounge chair, looking at your phone you noticed a tall figure looking down at you.

"Fuckin´ hot today, eh?" It was Ashton. A shirtless Ashton. Looking you up and down with no shame. "Good morning Mr. Irwin." You smiled. "You're finally out of the house." You added. "I wanted to see you, darling." He replied. Your mouth turned dry.

"You wanted to see me?" You repeated, making him smile. "Why do you want this old man out of your garden?" He chuckled, making you giggle. "Nah, c´mere." You told him, making a "Come hither" motion with your finger.

Just to think those were the fingers that were inside you last night made him shiver.

You tucked your legs in and motioned for him to sit at the tip of the lounging chair. When he sat, you spread your legs to fit around his thighs.

The only thing separating your pussy from his back was a flimsy piece of fabric.

"So, where are you from?" You asked him. "I´m originally from Australia, but I moved here a few years ago." You nodded. "Why´d you move?" You asked, picking at his sunburnt shoulders. "I think I just wanted to move on with my life, start a new chapter." He looked back at you and smiled. "Fair enough." You smiled back.

"I haven't noticed your tattoos." You said, stroking your hands on his arm. "Yeah got a few of them, love, years of experience." He smiled. "This one's my favorite." You pointed at his snake tattoo on his bicep. "It's one of my favorites too."

"Do you have any more tattoos?" You asked, rubbing both of his thighs. "y/n..." He melted into your touch. "I'm just asking." You grinned, placing a kiss on his neck. "Jesus Christ." He chuckled in between shallow breaths. "Are you sure?" He asked. You muttered an "mhm."

"I´ve seen you eye fucking me, Ashton, when we first met, when I was taking out the trash, right back then..."

He stood up, turned to face you, and sat back down."Dirty girl... When I was in college you weren't even born yet." You shrugged your shoulders, smiling. You could feel a wet patch growing in your bikini bottoms.

"I was touching myself thinking of you last night." You whispered, making him grin. "Me too." He chuckled. "You just looked so pretty yesterday... Your window was open." Your mouth dropped. "You perv!" You smiled. "Hey, you´re the one touching yourself thinking of an old man fucking you." He grinned.

"You looked so cute squirming, bunny." This sent shivers down your spine.

"Please kiss me." You pleaded. He wasted no time. He held your face with his two hands and kissed you, the kiss was fervent, urgent. Your tongues battling between each other, barely giving you space to breathe.

"Do anything you want to me, Ashton." You told him. "Anything?" He asked. "Anything." You smiled. "That´s a very bold claim to make." "I mean it." You smirked.

"Stand up." He ordered, doing the same as you. "You brought this upon yourself." He smiled, as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, making you scream and giggle.

He unlocked his front door and carried you inside. You observed three guitars and a huge drumset in his living room, complete with 10 pairs of drumming sticks.

He placed you on the couch that was big enough to fit four people, putting enough force for you to land with an "oomph."

"You look so cute, babygirl." He smiled, making you blush. You decided to make a risky move. "Thank you, daddy." You replied, waiting for his response.

You could see his eyes visibly darken, and his mouth turned into a grin. "Holy fuck, y/n." He smiled. "Want me to be your daddy?" He asked you. You could only mutter an "mhm." Your clit was throbbing, practically begging to be touched.

He trailed a finger through your bikini bottoms, making your whole body shiver. "So wet for me, and I haven't even touched you, bunny." He whispered in your ear. "Please, Ashton." You mewled.

He tugged at the strings of your bikini top and undid them. "You have such perfect tits, princess." He said, while fondling them. Placing his mouth on one and nipping at it, making you whimper. "So sensitive, too." He smiled.

Kneeling in front of you on the couch, he tugged on your bikini bottoms taking them off. You clenched your legs together, by instinct, blushing. "No need to be shy, princess." He smiled, gently pushing your legs apart and peppering little kisses on the inside of your thighs.

"Such a pretty pussy." He cooed. "Fuckin´ perfect."

He kitten licked your clit, making you let out a breathy moan. He looked up at you, waiting for your approval. You nodded and smiled, making him grin.

He grabbed your lower back with his big hands and pulled you closer to his face, making you gasp.

His pupils were blown out with lust. Dipping down to face your sex. Without warning, he dives in and you feel him licking a long strip between your wet folds.

"Fuck! Ashton." You exclaim, grabbing his curls and digging your fingers into his scalp. He winced at the pain, but he definitely enjoyed this.

You grind against his mouth, while his tongue draws circles around your clit. Throwing your head back into the couch, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

The sensation was almost too much. His eyes never left you, enjoying the sight of you convulsing on the couch. Your pretty moans were like music to his ears.

He licks faster and faster. Groaning inside of you. "I'm getting- I'm getting close." You said in between shallow breaths. He starts sucking on your clit harshly, the sounds were borderline sinful.

You felt a tightness inside your stomach, like a cord waiting to snap. "Don´t stop, please." You mewled.

Your orgasm washes over you, making your whole body shake, clenching your walls around Ashton´s tongue. "Oh my God." You smiled.

Ashton surfaced, his lips were puffy and his mouth was covered in your slick. "Hi." You giggled. "Hi." He repeated, smiling. You covered your face with your hands, and blushed.

"Can I taste you?" You asked. "I-um, fuck yes." He stuttered. "Yeah, you can taste me."

He takes off his shirt and gives it to you. "Here baby, for your knees." You smile and bunch up the soft cotton material on the ground.

You kneel down in front of him, pulling his shorts down and snapping the elastic band of his boxers, finally freeing him. His erection sprang up at you. It was the longest and thickest cock you´ve ever seen.

"See how you make me feel, bunny?" He asked, making you smile. You pumped his shaft a few times to test the waters, making him groan deeply. "Fuck, y/n..." He moaned.

You kitten lick his tip, tasting his salty pre-cum, making Ashton´s whole body shiver.

Sinking down, you took his whole length, gagging. Ashton gently grabbed your hair, holding it to get it out of the way. Bobbing your head up and down, swirling circles around his tip.

"Fu-uck..." He moaned. "You're so perfect." He breathed deeply.

Soon enough, he was moving his hips, increasing his pace while his head was thrown back. "Makin´ me feel so good, sweet girl." He groaned.

He pulled himself out of you, grabbing you by the hair. "I´m not gonna be able to fuck you if we continue this." He chuckled. "Want daddy to fuck you, bunny?" He asked, making you nod. "Please, that's all I want, please." You begged, making him smile darkly.

You both stood up. "C´mere." He said, picking you up bridal style. You were still surprised as to how he could pick you up like you were nothing.

Taking you up a big staircase, you found yourself in a huge master bedroom, complete with another drum set, and vinyls hanging on the walls.

He plopped you down on the bed, a bit more roughly this time.

He looked around, opening a few drawers. "What 's wrong?" You asked. "Shit, I don't have a condom." He muttered. "I'm on the pill." You smiled, making him grin as well. "That's all you needed to say." He replied, taking off his shorts and underwear.

He climbed on top of the bed, hovering over you. "Daddy's gonna make you feel good, sweetheart." He smiled, you watched his eyes darken.

He puts a hand on your throat and pushes his mouth in for a kiss, hard, sloppy, hungry.

"You okay?" He smiles. "Yeah, just please fuck me Ashton." You pleaded. "Atta girl." He responded.

He grabbed your hips and slowly pushed himself inside of you, hissing at the feeling. The initial stretch burned, but slowly but surely you got adjusted to his size.

"Fuck, you´re so tight, bunny." He groaned, starting to pump in and out, guiding your hips, making you arch your back off the mattress, if they could, your eyes could roll into the back of your head.

"Please, faster." You exclaimed. You were lightheaded, becoming cockdrunk, letting out little moans that made Ashton go wild. "Want to ruin you, so nobody but me gets to use this pussy."

"Fuck! Just like that!" You exclaimed, feeling the pulsing wave of pleasure continue to grow inside of you, clenching around his cock. "You're taking me so well baby girl, won't last much longer with you clenching around me like that." He breathed rapidly.

"I'm close, Ashton." You repeated. "Cum for me bunny, let me feel that perfect fucking pussy." Those words were enough to make you cum alone.

You felt a familiar feeling inside your stomach. You felt Ashton´s cock twitch inside of you, meaning he was close as well.

You released yourself, gushing all over his cock, "Mphhhh.." You mewled and he filled you up to the brim with his cum, with a deep groaning sound,almost animalistic. he pulled out of you, letting his cum spill all over the sheets.

"Give me a second." He said, getting up and going to the bathroom, retrieving some wipes to help you clean up, discarding them in a trash can next to his bed.

"Was that okay?" He smiled. "It was perfect, Ashton." You grinned, looking up at him, pulling him into a kiss.

"Jesus, y/n, you´re gonna be the death of me." He curled his lips up into the kiss.

[calumsrockstar]

Spot the difference

[calumsrockstar]

Red handed - Michael Clifford

Some subby Michael for your entertainment and mine

Word count: 1.3k

Contents: Sub/Dom relationship, mommy kink, slight breeding kink, orgasm denial, masturbation, unprotected p in v

Sub!Michael x Dom!Reader (fem)

You giggled in Michael´s arms in bed. "I need to go make dinner!" You laughed while he restrained you. "Pleaseeeee, 5 more minutes?" He asked, begging you to stay in bed. He looked desperate, making you think of a great idea.

"You´ll be a good boy and wait for me to make dinner. After we eat, i´ll give you everything you want, pet." You smiled. Michael´s face instantly perked up, with the biggest toothy grin you´ve ever seen. "Thank you." He whispered. "Thank you what?" You chuckled. "Thank you mommy." He blushed, prompting you to kiss him on the forehead.

You walked down the stairs into the kitchen, deciding to make pasta to not keep the poor boy waiting for too long. You knew he was desperate, and that turned you on even more.

You took your time making the food, while Michael was suffering, he was needy, and he craved you, he couldn't wait to be used by his mommy.

The cool air conditioner blew on his face. After thirty minutes, he couldn't take it anymore. Despite his consciousness, he got up, and made his way to your corner of the room, opening your dresser.

He opened a cabinet, where he found all of your underwear, which despite being washed, still had your intoxicating smell. He grabbed a handful of them, inhaling you. The smell put him in a trance. At this point, he was kneeling on the ground, with his eyes closed shut, trying to take in as much of you as he could.

You walked up the stairs, then opened the door to your big master bedroom.

You caught Michael in the act, red handed. "What do you think you're doing?" You grinned, making Michael open his eyes and jump up. "y/n, I-I..." He stuttered. "I couldn't take it anymore." You smiled and made your way to him.

"You know you need my permission to go through my things, right, baby?" You asked him, making him nod and lower his head. "Look at me, Mikey." You ordered him, lifting his head up with your finger.

"Did you like going through mommy´s panties?" You asked him, making him blush and nod his head. "So pathetic." You chuckled. This made Michael go mad, he could feel his erection straining through his jeans.

"Come to bed, pet." You smiled, making Michael stand up and run to the bed, making you smile, slowly you got into bed as well, checking your phone.

The poor boy was already a mess. His jeans felt too tight and he wanted you so bad. "´Please, y/n", he begged. "Naughty boys don´t get what they want, baby, you know that." You told him, chuckling to yourself.

He started to rub his crotch on you, trying to relieve his painful erection, making quiet whimper noises. You couldn't lie, you felt a wet patch growing in your underwear. These noises were like music to your ears.

"Sit down on that chair." You told him, breaking him out of his trance. "Huh?" He answered. "Go sit down." You ordered him, pointing to a chair in the corner of a room. Whimpering, he got up and sat on the fluffy white chair.

"Good boy." You praised him.

You sat on the bed, and started taking your clothes off, slowly, making his jaw drop open. He didn't think he could take any of this anymore. "So fucking gorgeous." He muttered.

You walked up to him and sat on his lap, only in your lingerie. "You can look but you can't touch." You laughed, making him pout his pretty lips. "Don´t get pouty with me baby, you know the rules." He looked adorable.

"Please mommy, let me touch you." He said, in between rapid, shallow breaths. "Be patient, baby." You cooed, rubbing your hand on the side of his face.

You returned to the bed, and laid down, taking off your soaked panties. You started rubbing circles on your clit, making borderline pornographic noises. Michael swore he would come in his pants soon.

"You can rub yourself through your boxers." You told him, making him immediately rush to undo his belt and take off his pants, finally freeing himself. He looked at you for approval with puppy dog eyes, making you nod.

He palmed himself through his boxers, keeping eye contact with you the whole time, grunting. "I'm close, please." He mewled. "Stop." You ordered. He knew it was best to stop what he was doing, or he would get another punishment.

"You´ve been such a good boy, c´mere." You smiled. He wasted no time, jumping onto the bed. You smacked his ass playfully while he was getting on, making you both giggle.

"I need you, y/n, please." He said, panting, with tears forming in his eyes, you felt your pussy throb at the sight. "Poor baby..." You cooed.

"Want to fuck me with that pretty cock, huh?" You grinned. He nodded his head violently. You took his head in your hands and started kissing him. Michael felt hungry and desperate. The blonde´s hair was already sticking to his forehead.

You took off his shirt. "God, you're fucking beautiful." You said, softly You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down, making him blush.

He put his hands on your back, twiddling with your bra. "Can I?" He asked, signaling that he wanted to unclasp it. "Go for it, tiger." You replied. He did so, starstruck. Every time that Michael saw you naked, it was like the first time all over again.

He started kissing your neck, looking up at you for approval. You smiled, making him latch his mouth onto your breast, sucking and nipping on your hard buds.

"Wanna taste you." He cooed. "Please, can I taste you mommy?" He whimpered, teary eyed. "Go on, baby." You told him.

Lowering himself to your folds, his mouth was practically watering.

He placed a long stroke inside you with his tongue, making you gasp, his face started to delve into your cunt, licking inside you with a purpose.

"So fucking good." He said, muffled by you grabbing his head and pushing him further inside you.

Your back started arching, Michael eating you out like a hungry beast, letting out little whimpers as he did so, his mind was too far gone, he was focusing on you.

You felt the vibrations deep inside you while Michael licked circles around your clit, just the way you taught him to.

Your knuckles were turning white from you gripping on the bed sheets, and it didn't take much longer for you to realize you were going to cum.

"I´m coming, keep going Michael, you´re doing so good." You praised in between moans. This only motivated him even more, making you release yourself all over him, pulsing with pleasure.

He looked up at you, grinning. "Baby, you were so good, do you think you deserve to fuck me?" You asked, making Michael nod his head violently. "Please let me fuck you." He begged, knowing that he could just die if he wasn't inside you.

Taking off his pants, you observed his boxers, with a wet patch from pre-cum. You kissed his cock, through them, making him shiver and let out tiny whines. "Take those off." You smiled, snapping the band of his underwear.

He wasted no time doing so, taking them off and throwing them across the room.

"Can I kiss you?" Michael asked softly. "Mhm." You replied sweetly, nodding your head.

Both of your lips connected, softly at first. It turned fervent, his mouth colliding into yours with a fiery passion, your tongues intertwining with each other in an intricate dance.

"Need you inside me, baby." You cooed, making Michael place his hands on your back and insert himself inside of you, quickly bottoming out because of your arousal.

Pumping in and out and picking up the pace, moans and whines turned into grunts and hard breathing. "Oh God Michael, please don´t stop." You cried.

"I-Im close." He whined. "Where do you wanna cum?" You asked him, moaning loudly. "Inside you, please mommy." He whimpered. "Wanna make me a real mama? Have your babies inside of me huh?" You asked, looking into his eyes, making him nod his head. "Yes, yes. Oh my God." He moaned, spilling his hot cum into you.

Not long after, you reached your breaking point, releasing yourself while Michael fucked his cum deep inside of you.

"Holy shit." He smiled. "I love you so much, y/n." He continued. "I love you too, Michael." You replied.

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if u wanna date me, you’ll have to defeat my very long presentation on australian band 5 seconds of summer.

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<3

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ppl will be like “that’s my favorite band!!” and it’s just a group of 4 australians who regularly film sauce commercials

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Surf's up - Ashton Irwin

a/n: possibly thinking of making this into a series?

Word count: 1.4k

Where you go to the beach, and you encounter a very sexy australian surfer

contents: fluff, swearing, weed use

Surfer!Ashton x Reader (fem)

You were always a fan of the beach, the way sand felt on your toes, how salty the water was... But, since your family went on a holiday every summer, it turned out to be a bore.

"y/n y/l/n! you are going to the beach whether you like it or not!" Your mother exclaimed. You rolled your eyes. "I don't get why you force me to do these things." You exclaimed.

You felt like a teenager again, being pushed into trips with your family, the problem was, you were an adult now, and still were being treated like a kid.

"Fine, but I won´t have to stay with you guys the whole time! Deal?" You asked your parents. "That´s fine." Your dad replied.

You finally got to the beach house. Immediately you put on your bathing suit and went to the beach.

One of the things you enjoyed the most was making sandcastles, even though you were 20 now, this reminded you the most of your childhood, comforting you in ways that touched your soul.

While you were making your sandcastle, someone bumped into it, destroying the whole thing. "What the fuck? Watch where you´re going!" You screamed. "Sorry..." You heard a voice from above you.

You looked up, and there he was, his brown hair, lightened from the sun, his tan skin, slightly sunburnt, and the most beautiful green eyes you´ve ever seen.

He reached down with his hand, pulling you up. "I´m sorry, I can help you rebuild it?" He said. And he had an australian accent. God damnit.

He looked you up and down. He was thinking the same as you, your hair was curled from the salt water, your delicate face, and the way your coverup hugged your body made him stare.

"It´s fine, don´t worry about it... I´m way too old to be making sandcastles anyway." You rubbed your hand at the back of your neck and laughed. He smiled back.

"I think it´s adorable." He winked. You started blushing. "Are you from around here?" He asked. "No i´m just here on vacation with my family." You replied.

"Oh... that´s too bad." He uttered. You raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Why´s that?" You asked. "I was just wanting to know you better." He smiled. Your legs went weak.

"Well, I think i´d like to get started by knowing your name first, mystery man." You laughed.

"The name´s Ashton, what about yours?" You grinned. "I´m y/n, nice to meet you." You stuck out your hand, into his, creating an awkward handshake.

"I don´t know if this is too sudden, but... Would you like to hang out at another beach tonight with some friends? It´s something casual, just a few buddies." He asked, tugging at his green choker, with a pearl on the center. "Yeah, i´d love to." You replied.

"Awesome, would you give me your number so I can give you the info?" He questioned.

"Yeah, no problem, my phone´s just in my bag, i´ll go get it." You turned around and walked to your beach chair. Ashton turned around, trying not to stare.

You gave him your number, and to text it to know if he got it right. You recieved a notification saying "Hello, nice to meet you, y/n." You smiled.

"See you tonight then." You smirked, showing the dimples on your face.

"See you." Ashton said. When you left, he couldn´t hide his joy, wiping the smile off his face.

The evening came, you went to go take a shower, wondering what would happen tonight. You washed the salt off your skin and shampooed and conditioned your hair.

You finally picked out an outfit. A white skirt paired with a pink bikini top.

You braided your hair and put on some mascara, breathing deep. "We´re just gonna hang out", you told yourself.

Meanwhile, Ashton was at Calum´s house, accompanied by Mike and Luke, were getting ready.

"So... you finally got yourself a girl?" Calum asked Ashton. "She´s not my girl, she´s just someone I met, we´re just gonna hang out." He replied.

"That´s not what you sounded like when you were describing her to us." Luke said.

Michael teased Ashton, repeating what he said. "Oh! She´s so pretty! She seems perfect." He exclaimed while putting a hand on his forehead.

"Shut the fuck up dude..." Ashton said, combing through his hair and putting on a floral red shirt.

It was finally time, the sky was clear and the night was warm, Calum, Mike, Luke and Ashton were sitting around a campfire at the beach, waiting for you, listening to the crackling of the fire.

You arrived, walking, since the beach was not far from your house and Luke was the first to see you.

"Dude, is that her?" He asked Ashton. All of them turned to look at you. "A bit out of your league, don´t you think Ash?" Michael punched him in the shoulder. "Smokin´ hot." Calum agreed.

Ashton ran up to greet you, and you both hugged. "Hi." You giggled and looked into his eyes. "I was thinking you would never show up, you look good." He laughed.

Luke looked at the boys. "We´re literally a collective third wheel right now."

He held your hand to bring you to the other guys, they all stood up and hugged you, then you all sat down around the campfire, you were sitting in the middle of Calum and Ash.

"Guys, this is y/n." He said, introducing you.

"So, what brings you here to our beautiful beach hangout spot?" Calum laughed, taking a drag of his joint. "Well, i´m here with my family on vacation, not really by choice. But I got invited by Ashton here, so it´s not that bad." You winked.

"How did you two meet?" Michael asked.

"I was just surfing on the beach, and I knocked over her sandcastle." Ashton laughed. "Yup, true story." You agreed.

"You smoke?" Calum asked you. "Occasionally..." You smiled. Calum laughed and passed the joint to you, the light dimming down with the wind.

Calum passed you the lighter. "Ash, can you help here?" You asked. He put his two hands over the joint while you light it. Looking at you, thinking about how lucky he was to have met you. You took a puff.

"Thanks." You smiled up at him. "No problem." He blushed.

Calum looked over to Luke and whispered. "You could cut the tension here with a knife." Luke giggled.

Luke whispered something in Calum´s ear. "Well, we´re going inside, we´ll let you two be." Calum exclaimed. Michael also understood the message, and left with them.

You looked at Ashton, and he shrugged his shoulders. "You can finish it." You told him, passing the joint to him, watching him take one last puff, throwing it on the sand.

"I have an idea." Ashton smiled. "What?" You asked him. He took you by the hand and dragged you close to the ocean.

"Let´s jump in." He told you. "Are you crazy? it´s like 10 PM." You laughed at him.

"Who cares? I promise to save you if you drown." He told you. You punched him in the arm. "That´s not funny!" You laughed. "It´s a little bit funny." He replied.

"Okay fine, but baby steps." You told him, taking off your skirt. He froze, and you smiled. "Hey, my eyes are up here." You laughed. "Sorry."

He took off his shirt and took your hand.

He tricked you, he picked you up and ran into the ocean with you, as you screamed and laughed. "Ashton! Put me down! I don´t wanna wet my hair!"

You both splashed in the water together, fully submerging yourselves.

You came up for air, so did he. "Too late, princess." He smiled.

You couldn´t even be mad at him, he looked so beautiful in the moonlight. His hair going curly after it got wet.

He took your face in his hands and pulled it closed to your face. "May I?" He asked. You smiled and nodded.

He placed a kiss on your lips, momentarily breaking because of the force of the waves, but kissing again after.

You both got out of the water, and you started running. "Where are you going?" He asked you. "Come get me and you'll see!" You shouted.

Ashton ran after you, and soon enough he caught up and wrapped his arms around you. "What was that?" He asked you, turning you to face him. "Wanted to feel you hold me."

"There's more than enough time for that." He smiled and kissed you again, more passionately.

"I'm so glad I met you, y/n." He told you.

"Me too, Ash."

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Dinner Drudgery - Ashton Irwin

a/n: This is so filthy, i love it!!

Word count: 1.4k

Contents: A lot of dom Ash, nudes, (Semi) public sex, fingering, choking, swearing

Where you and Ash go to a fancy dinner party, and you decide to have some fun

Dom!Ash x Sub!Reader (fem)

You looked in the mirror, on your tippy toes, concentrated on curling your hair. Ash came up behind you, and slapped your ass. "Ash!" You screamed.

"Who are you getting all pretty for, baby?" He asked. You turned around to look at him. "Ash... The dinner party tonight, you don't remember? With, Cal, Luke, Mike, Sierra, Crystal?"

"Oh, shit." He said, while laughing. "I totally forgot about that!" You ruffled his hair. "Well, you gotta go get ready, pretty boy, cause we're leaving soon."

Ash rushed to take a shower. When he was done, he wrapped himself around with a towel. You stared and bit your lip."You like what you see honey?" He smiled. "You know I do." You said and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Now go get ready!" You screamed at him.

You decided to wear a gold dress, paired with some black heels. The dress was short, a bit too short. Gotta be careful around Ash, you thought. Ash came out in a black suit and a silver necklace.

Ashton scanned your body up and down with his eyes. He ran up to you and started kissing your neck. "Don't start something you can't finish, Ash." You said looking him in the eyes. "You look so good baby, can't help myself, we have time right?" Standing behind you and groping you.

You felt his hot breath on your neck. "We'll have to do that when we get back." You told him hesitantly. "I don't think I could wait that long princess, you're just too damn gorgeous."

After a few minutes, you convinced him to actually go, even though your mind kept racing thinking about the things he could do to you.

You rang the doorbell while Ashton had his hands on your back. Luke answered. "I'm so glad you guys could make it!" He hugged both of you. "Make yourselves at home."

You were greeted by all of your friends, one by one you hugged them and kissed them on the cheek, Ashton did the same.

You all sat down. "Wow Sierra, you made this all for us?" Ashton said. "Hey man, I helped too!" Luke blurted out, and everyone laughed. "Sure did, bud." Ash replied.

This dinner party was getting a little boring, you thought.

While Ash was talking, you slid your hand down the table and trailed his cock inside his pants with your hand. "So, we were basically..." Ashton stopped in the middle of his sentence, and looked at you. That look always meant: "Tread carefully."

He resumed his conversation, but you could see he was fidgeting, he always had a soft spot for you, and you could tell he was getting hard.

Again, you put your hand on his crotch, rubbing up and down, you could feel his cock twitching in your hand.

He whispered in your ear "Be careful, or else you'll have to get punished." Looking at you with a cocky smile. You also smiled and shrugged your shoulders.

You tapped Sierra on the shoulder, "Hey Si, where's the bathroom?" You asked her. "You go down the hallway and then you turn left." She answered. You said thank you and left.

You entered the bathroom and locked the door, looking at yourself in the mirror. You bit your lip.

You decided to take off your dress. You wanted to find out what Ash meant by "be careful."

You pointed your phone camera to the mirror and snapped a picture of yourself in your black lingerie. This was Ash's favorite pair, you would be sure he would go feral. You hit send.

A few seconds after you heard a notification on your phone.

Ash: What do you think you're doing baby?

y/n: I thought this was your favorite pair of lingerie? Or would you prefer it off?

You took off your bra, exposing your breasts and took a selfie of yourself, biting your thumb.

Ashton couldn't lie to himself, his hard cock was straining through his pants, he was so horny he couldn't think straight.

Ash : Are you going to be a brat? Do you know what happens to brats?

y/n: I don't know, are you gonna spank me?

Ashton was going absolutely feral, seeing you like this, knowing that he couldn't touch you, was making him insane. Pre-cum was starting to leak through his boxers.

It was getting unbearable.

Finally, you sent a video of you leaning on the bathroom sink, spreading your pussy and fingering yourself, with the caption. "Come get me, just a few rooms away."

This was his breaking point. He asked Luke where the bathroom was. "You go down the hallway and then you turn left, but I think y/n is..." He didn't let Luke finish, and stormed down the hallway. "Oh... okay..." Luke raised an eyebrow.

He pounded on the door. You gently unlocked it with a smile on your face. "Hey Ash..." He immediately pushed opend the door, locking it and pushing you up against the wall.

"You think you can act like a slut and not get treated like one, huh?" Putting his hand around your neck and tightening his grip. You looked into his eyes. "They're just pictures." You smiled, in between slow breaths, your head feeling fuzzy with euphoria.

He picked you up and propped you on the sink, you being completely naked sped up the process.

He inserted two fingers inside of you curling them, you gasped at the sensation, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You tried holding in your moans, Ashton realized this, and laughed.

He was good with his fingers, too good. In minutes, you were reaching your climax. "I´m gonna cum, Ash." You whispered, whimpering.

He immediately stopped, you looked at him with puppy dog eyes and whined.

"You know I wasn´t gonna make you cum that easily after that little stunt that you pulled, right y/n?" He said with a cocky grin.

"I´ll do anything." You pleaded. "Oh, she´ll do anything!' He repeated, mocking you. "Come suck me off then."

You were happy to do so. You unbuckled his belt, getting on your knees and watched his erection spring at you.

Ashton wasn´t one for teasing, so he grabbed your hair and put it in a ponytail, and forced his cock down your throat. You gagged and splutterred while your mascara ran down your face.

You felt his dick twitching inside your mouth, looking up, you saw Ashton´s mouth dropping to an O shape, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. "Fuck..." He muttered under his breath.

He pulled your mouth out of his dick with his hands, turning your face up to look at him.

"You know what brats get, y/n..." He whispered. He picked you up and propped you back on the sink.

Without warning, he slammed into you, holding your back with one hand. You almost screamed, digging your nails into his back. He covered your mouth with one hand, and smiled. "Be careful, gorgeous. Wouldn´t want people hearing you, you fucking slut."

"Who do you belong to?" He asked you. "You..." You muttered under your breath. "I couldn´t hear you princess, use your words."

"You Ash, i´m only yours, do whatever you want to me." You said, looking into his eyes. "Good girl."

His breaths were getting heavy, yours were too, putting your head against his neck, he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"You want me to make you cum babygirl?" He huffed. "Yes Ash, please make me cum." You pleaded.

He rammed into you, harder, and faster. "Ash, fuck!" You screamed. He was looking at you like a hungry beast. "Ash, I'm close..." You said. "Go on... Cum all over my dick, princess."

You writhed and then felt yourself cum all over him, soon his cum spilled inside of you, dripping out.

Ashton quickly went at got a piece of toilet paper to clean up the mess you both made.

Ashton looked at you. "What got into you today?" He laughed.

"Hmmmm... I don't know, just felt like being punished I guess." You said, smiling. Ashton smiled back at you.

"Do you think they heard us?" You asked him. "Oh, absolutely!" He responded. You hid your face in your hands.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed you on the forehead. "Who cares? They'll know how good you sound when you fuck me."

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might as well be drunk in love

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"But you already wrote that trope."

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Hi Angie! Can I get a little boyfriend!michael action that’s sweet but also smutty? - sadistmichael 👀💕

Hi Jex, hi hi 👀❤️‍🔥 @sadistmichael 

Here is the rest of the teaser I’ve sent you a few days ago! I think you will like this one 🥰 some sweet, but hot hot Michael smutty goodness for you. I’ve tried my hands at the gender neutral thing, I hope it works somehow!

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sweet cherry pie. [a smutty Michael blurb]

warnings: boyfriend!Michael. gender neutral reader. [please let me know how it went, and where that could be improved!] some sucking and licking. oral sex (reader receiving). penetration. dirty talk. a bit of an exhibition kink. sex without protection in an established relationship.

I’ve used a few lines from this prompt list which you will find bolded below, so credit goes to @a-cure-for-writers-block

word count: 1600

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“You’re up too?”

Michael sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he shuffled into the kitchen, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, feet bare against the cold tiles. You were sitting on top of the counter, so he moved between your legs, arms wrapping around your waist and burying his face into your neck, mumbling his affirmation against your skin.

“Whatcha doing?” he rubbed his cheek against yours and you giggled, ruffling his soft blond hair.

“Eating the last of the cherry pie before someone else gets to it,” you nodded at the plate next to you, sticking a bite onto your fork to put it into your mouth. “Want some?”

He didn’t reply, just opened his mouth, letting you feed him with the sweet dessert. He hummed happily, burrowing back into you and you massaged the back of his neck, earning another soft moan from him.

“You really are up in the middle of the night so Calum wouldn’t eat your pie?” a smile pulled at his lips, fingers teasingly playing with the hem of your night shorts.

“He’s been eyeing them, and you know this was my piece, I just couldn’t eat it,” you shrugged, popping a cherry into your mouth and licking off the juice from your fingers.

Michael knew you loved his friends, but food was never safe when they were around, especially when you were going on a trip and needed to share a fridge. But Michael wasn’t thinking about the others now, no – he was focusing on your fingers and your lips, the juice from the cherry making them an inviting red, and he felt his cock stir while looking at you. His arms around you tightened as he leaned up, pressing his lips to yours, and you moaned when his tongue licked into your mouth, tasting the sweetness from there.

“Gimmie one,” Michael’s voice was husky, eyes quickly going to the plate then back to you, and you reached for another cherry, holding it in front of him.

He took it from you, tongue licking around your fingers and you clenched your thighs together, breath quickening as he sucked on your fingers, green eyes darkening as he held your gaze. Michael’s hands wandered down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks before his fingers pushed under your shorts and started tugging them off, lifting you up from the counter.

“Fuck, Mike, what– umpf!” you let out a sound as he pushed you down on the counter, your legs propped up onto the edge as he spread you open, tongue sliding against the wetness between your thighs. “Fuck!”

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbled against your skin, running his tongue over your sex again.

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to keep quiet, moans muffled against your palm while the other slipped onto the back of Michael’s head, your fingers tangling into his hair to slightly tug on it while keeping him between your legs. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place as he ate you out, the sucking and slurping sounds echoing around in the empty kitchen, and you shivered thinking about one of the other guys hearing you.

“What did you think of, naughty babe?” Michael swirled his tongue around, teasing it over your hole as more arousal coated your sex. “You’re absolutely soaked.”

“Someone could hear us–” you bit on your lip as he sucked a sensitive spot, voice turning into a soft whine. “Fuck. Me.”

Michael’s fingers tightened on your thighs, a growl stifled against your lap as he finally pulled back. His eyes were dark and his beard wet with your arousal. He licked his lips, eyes boring into yours before he picked you up again, quickly flipping you over and pushing you down onto the counter, and you knew his fingers will leave marks all over your hips.

You moaned as you felt the cold countertop against your chest, nipples hardening, the thin shirt you wore not doing much to keep you warm. Michael was already behind you, his bulge rubbing against the back of your thigh as he let out his own sounds. You could see him in the reflection of the window, eyes closed and head thrown back as he rutted his cock against your sex, his tip nudging against your hole.

“You want it, baby?” he taunted you sweetly, reaching into his sweats to pull out his dick, leisurely jerking it. “Want my dick in you?”

“Please Mike,” you let out a soft moan, wiggling your ass and trying to push back to feel him against you. “Put it in me!”

“Not so shy now, are you?” he clicked his tongue, swiping the head over your entrance, pushing it in just an inch or two to stretch you, then pulling back. “Not worried about the others hearing you now, are you?”

“Don’t care…” you sighed frustratedly, spearing your legs more as you held onto the edge of the counter. “Please, Mike, want your cock in me!”

Michael growled at your words, fingers tightening on your hips again as he pushed into you, earning a squeak at his sudden move. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, watching his cock stretching your hole, your wetness coating his hard shaft more and more with every inch he pushed into you.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before,” his fingers ran through your hair, caressing it softly before giving it a little tug, a moan catching in your throat. “Just a little more, that’s it.”

You felt his hips against your ass as he buried his dick deep inside you, staying still while you adjusted to his size, always so big and hard, you were almost surprised the two of you fit together so well. His thumb teased over the sensitive skin where you were stretched around him, slowly pulling out until only his tip was inside of you, then a second later he slammed his dick back into your heat, building up a quick pace. You held onto the counter as he fucked you from behind, chest dragging against the cold marble, moans spilling out of your lips which you tried to stifle against your arm. Michael’s hips slapped against your ass with every thrust, the wet sounds of his cock going in and out of you in a frantic pace echoing around the kitchen, so obscene and so fucking sexy.

“Anyone could just walk in on us and see me fucking you senseless,” his fingers dug into your hips as he drilled you, and you would have agreed to anything he said as long as he made you come. “You’re so fucking soaked around me, bet they could hear it upstairs as well, know even before catching us how good I’m fucking you.”

“So good… so deep in me…” you babbled incoherently, arching your back a little so his tip dragged against a sensitive spot inside you, making you gasp. “Fuck Michael, harder!”

“You wanna scream, baby?” he pushed in harder, voice a low whisper as he pounded his hips against your ass. “Does it get you off? Thinking of Calum hearing you begging for my cock and getting off on it? Or Luke getting all hot and bothered just from your voice until he cannot help himself? Do you want Ashton to give you those fucking knowing looks that he knew what we were doing, maybe even make a comment that he enjoyed it too? That’s what you want, baby? Everyone to know how needy you are? How slutty you are for me?”

“Shit, Mike, I’m coming! I’m coming, I’m com–” you choked on your words from the climax running through your veins and how Michael’s palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers as you clenched around his dick.

“I know you love getting off on the thought of them hearing you… but those sounds are only for me,” he growled into your ear, fucking you through your orgasm. “Come on, give me one more!”

His hand dipped between your thighs, fingers rubbing your sensitive skin, fucking you until he felt your body tremble, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together and your laboured pants the perfect soundtrack of your midnight adventure. Michael buried his face into your neck, teeth slightly sinking into your skin as he groaned, hips pumping quickly against your heat as he came. He sagged against your body, trying to catch his breath as he pulled out, and you felt his cum running down your thighs, warm and sticky, a sure sign of his claim on you.

“That was fucking hot, baby,” he pressed an open-mouth kiss against your neck where he bit you, fingers softly petting your hips.

“…do you think they heard us?” you let out a breathless giggle, wiggling under his body until he straightened up, tucking his cock back into his sweats before pulling your shirt over your ass to cover you up a bit.

“If they did then they got one hell of a show,” he gave you a toothy smile, a laugh paired with it as he pulled you to his chest, giving a light tap to your ass. “Come on, I’ll help you clean up.”

“I wanna finish my pie,” you gave Michael a pout, knowing he cannot resist it, and he rolled his eyes with a fond smile on his lips, reaching for the dessert on the counter before picking up two forks.

“We can have a picnic in bed, sure. But don’t blame me if I end up eating it off of you.”

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Puppy - Luke Hemmings

Contents: Smut, collars, puppy play, pegging, swearing, oral (f recieving), handjobs

THIS IS INSPIRED BY @daydadahlias, in their doggystyle fic. Please read it.

Word count: 1.1k

Where you and Luke go on a shopping trip to get a collar for your dog, but it takes an unexpected turn.

Sub!Luke x Dom!Reader

You were working on your computer, laying on the couch when you heard the door open and a familiar pattering of paws slapping against the hardwood floor. You adjusted your shirt and looked up.

"Tunia!" You screamed. It was yours and Luke´s new dog Petunia, she was perfect, the sweetest bulldog ever, she jumped on the couch with you. Not long after, Luke came up behind her, jumping on the couch with you.

"Hi baby, how was the walk?" You asked him. "It was okay, but somebody came complaining saying I had to get a collar for her, and a leash." He told you, while rolling his eyes.

"They´re not wrong, Luke." You smiled. "She could get hurt, running around free."

He frowned. "But she´s like a bird, she needs to run free!" He said, patting her head and you started giggling.

You both got up from the couch and you hugged Luke from the back. "Let´s go get that collar today, we don´t have much to do anyways baby." You told him, squishing your face on his side. "Okay fine." He said reluctantly, batting his eyelashes.

You both walked through the mall, holding hands, and saw a Spencer´s. "Can we go and look through? Please? Then we´ll go to the pet store." Luke looked down at you, with puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, only because you asked nicely." You told him, while he blushed.

He dragged you to the back, looking at what interesting objects you could find.

"That´s weird, they have a dog collar section at Spencer´s." Luke observerd, skimming his long fingers through them.

"Baby, I don´t think those collars are made for dogs." You told him and started laughing.

He looked at you and started blushing. "Oh, I get it now."

Jokingly, he brought the collar up to his neck and teased. "I think I would make a great puppy, don´t you think?" Batting his eyelashes and looking up.

You froze, picturing him actually wearing the collar. Not only that, you were picturing him naked with it.

"I think we should get it." You told him, he laughed.

"I´m serious, Luke. Wouldn´t you wanna be my puppy? For me to leash you and for me to call you mine?" He started blushing. "I would like that yeah." He said in a soft voice.

You smiled. "I couldn´t hear you, say it louder, baby." You whispered in his ear. "I want to be your puppy, y/n." He said louder. You could see his erection growing in his jeans.

"Good boy." You stood on your tippy toes and ruffled his hair. "You´re gonna be a good puppy and wait til´we get home m´kay?" You told him.

He whined. "Don´t worry baby, you´ll get what you want." You told him. He nodded his head to signal an okay.

You both got home, and as soon as you closed the door you started kissing Luke passionately, taking off his plain black shirt, and feeling his whole body. His skin surprisingly soft.

Going to the bedroom, you told Luke to sit in bed while you opened the collar out of it´s package. Luke watched with his eyes wide open.

"You´re gonna look so pretty with your new collar baby." You told him. He smiled "I hope so." He answered.

You walked up to him and clasped the collar on his neck. "Tighter." He whispered. "What was that?" You asked. "I want it tighter." He replied, you grinned.

"Such a fucking slut." You laughed, making him blush.

You fastened the collar tighter. "You okay?" You asked him, putting your fingers through his hair. "I´m okay." He smiled, looking up at you.

His erection was getting painful, and you could see that. He was squirming in his jeans, practically begging for you to touch him.

Just the sight of your 6'3 boyfriend sitting under you wearing a collar made you soaking wet.

You took off all of your clothes, including your underwear. Luke was looking at you with his mouth open. He tried touching your stomach. You clicked your toungue. "tsk, tsk, I didn´t say you could touch me did I?" Luke signaled a no with his head. "You´re just so pretty." He replied.

"Take off your pants and lay down." You told him. Luke did what he was told, with the biggest grin on his face.

"You look so pretty baby." You said while stroking his face. You started palming his dick, up and down. His moans sounded angelic, almost pornographic.

"You feel good Lu?" He bit his lip and motioned a quick nod. "I want to hear you say it." You said, while being on top of him. "Feels so fucking good." He said in between deep breaths.

"Wanna taste you." He whispered. "I couldn't hear you, what was that?" You asked him, smirking. "I want to eat you out." He said more clearly now. "Such a good boy." You whispered in his ear.

It was your turn to lay down on your back, Luke laid down in front of you, and pulled you towards his mouth. "Easy there..." You giggled.

He started lapping at your soaking cunt. You grabbed his hair, contorting your body. Luke resurfaced. "You taste so fucking good, y/n." He said while licking his lips, then continued swirling his toungue on your clit.

You felt a familiar feeling in your stomach, and pushed your pussy further down. "Luke, I'm gonna cum." You exclaimed, and he didn't stop. You finally released yourself all over his toungue.

He got up and looked at you. He looked so pretty with your fluids all over him.

"Since you've been such a good boy, you can choose a toy." You told him, pointing to the drawer next to the bed. His eyes lit up and he smiled. "Go on." You reassured him.

He stood up, opened the drawer, and pointed to a pink strap-on, blushing. You raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Get on all fours, ass up." You demanded.

He did what he was told, and you got up on the bed, on your knees and strapped up. Pre cum was dripping on the sheets "You´re so desperate for me, huh Lu?" You giggled. "Yes, y/n, please fuck me." He whined.

You inserted yourself inside of him. Luke had his arms laid on the bed and gripped the sheets, gasping at the sensation of suddenly being full. "Fuck!" He screamed out.

You smiled and placed your hands on his back, grabbing onto him and pushing in and out. "Please, harder!" He begged. You picked up the pace, hitting his prostate.

"y/n i´m gonna..." Without warning he blew his load all over the white sheets, panting and sweating, making you smile. You pulled out, and unclasped the strap-on.

"Stay there, i´m gonna clean up for you." You said. You rushed to the bathroom to pick up some paper towels, and cleaned up the mess.

"You did so good, Lu." You praised him, while cupping his face with your hands. "I love you, y/n." He smiled. "I love you too baby." You replied.

"We totally forgot to get the collar for Petunia..." You both laughed.

[calumsrockstar]

Chemistry - Calum Hood

Calum was always a straight A student, but when he failed a test, you came to his rescue

Word count: 1.4k

Contents: protected p in v, oral (f and m recieving) virginity, minimal cursing, overall just cute vanilla sex, calum is a sub if you squint hard enough.

nerd!calum x reader (fem)

this is set in high school (both characters are 18)

Calum had never gotten less than an A on his tests, since he was a child, he prided himself in always being the best, spending his weekends studying and reading, knowing that would guide him to excellence.

But now, his last year in high school, things had changed. The subjects were getting harder and harder, and he was struggling to keep up, especially in chemistry class.

He´s always loved chemistry, but now, it felt like a drag.

He studied like a madman for his recent chemistry test, but when he recieved it, it was like his mind went blank, he couldn´t answer any of the questions, even the easiest ones.

A week later, he got the test back. The result was an F. He had never felt more defeated in his life. He looked up at you, showing your test to your friend. You had gotten an A! You were squealing with happiness.

You were another student in his advanced placement class, you were the only one who could compare to him. You were popular, and everybody liked you, you seemed to have a perfect life, unlike Calum, who spent his weekends at home.

He was a very handsome guy, he was tall, had beautiful brown eyes and amazing hair. The only problem is that he was insecure, feeling like nobody liked him.

He had always had a crush on you, since he could remember. Your y/h/c hair flowed in the wind, you always looked effortlessly beautiful even with no makeup on, and you wouldn´t hurt a fly. He always caught himself staring at you in class, or in the hallways, his heart skipping a beat when you smiled at him.

He heard that you were offering tutoring as a part time job. This was his chance, he thought. It was innocent, just asking for a tutor. No harm in that, right?

The next day, he finally worked up the courage, walking up to you. "Hey y/n, um, I was wondering if you could tutor me? I did really badly on his chemistry class." He spoke softly.

You looked at him. You had never heard him speak, so you were suprised by his accent. "Yeah, of course, is today after class okay with you, Calum?"

He was shocked you remembered his name. "Um, yeah, yeah! Totally cool..." He rubbed his hand on his forehead. "I´ll give you my number for us to get in contact." You told him.

The school day went slowly, he was checking his watch every 10 minutes, waiting for the bell to ring.

He finally got a message from you.

y/n: Hey, do u wanna come to my house or I go to urs?

Calum: We can go to mine, i can take us.

y/n: cool 😎 see u in a bit, outside gate

Calum had the biggest grin on his face, he could not believe the cutest girl in his class was going to his house.

Calum waited outside the school, checking his watch. You finally appeared, with your backpack, holding some books. "Let´s go?" You asked, smiling at him. "Come on, let´s go." He laughed awkwardly.

You both got into his car, it was run down, but cozy. "Sorry, this car is a little old." He rubbed the back of his head with his hand. You smiled. "I think it´s vintage."

You got to the front door. "My parents are in the living room, I think we better go to my room." Calum said. "Yeah, it´s no problem."

You answered. You took his hand. "Take me?" You smiled. Calum winced at the touch, not because he didn´t like it, but because he liked it too much.

He took you upstairs to his room. It had dim lights, the wallpaper was dark blue, he had vynils hanging from his walls, and a guitar propped up on the wall. "This is a cool ass room Cal!" You said. He blushed at the nickname. "Thanks." He said in a soft voice.

You pointed to the bed. "Can I sit down?" You asked. "Yeah! Sure!" He coughed and asked himself if he sounded stupid.

You sat down and patted the bed next to you, signaling him to sit. He did so, but a little far away from you.

You laughed. "I don´t bite, come closer. How am I gonna help you if you´re all the way over there?" Calum smiled and scooted closer to you. The mere touch of your legs together was making him hard.

He looked into your eyes. You´ve never really realized how beautiful he was. His glasses framed his face perfectly, and his fluffy black hair sat just in the right way.

You both looked away quickly.

You coughed. "So, what can I help you with, Calum Hood?" You asked him. "Um, I was just having some trouble understanding this topic." He pointed to a word on the textbook.

As you started to explain it to him, your words started becoming muffled, he could not pay attention. The way your lips moved were making him go crazy, and that low cut top you were wearing just made it worse.

"So, you understand?" You said this, breaking Calum out of his trance. "Um, yeah, totally." He said, still looking a little dazed. You laughed, and teased him. "Oh yeah, so repeat what I said!" You said, touching his shoulder.

He grabbed your face with his two hands and gave you a kiss. You opened your eyes. "Fuck y/n. i´m so sorry, um, I shouldn´t have..." You smiled. "That was embarassing, i´m sorry." He continued.

You said nothing, but started straddling while he was sitting down, taking off his glasses you said "You´re cute, you know that?" His jaw dropped, and he started blushing, looking at you with those adorable brown eyes.

You grabbed his face with your hand and your tongues started intertwining. You laid him down on the bed, putting your book on the floor, going on top of him.

His heart was racing. "y/n, i´ve never done this before..." he cooed on your neck. "It´s okay Cal, let me make you feel good."

You took off your shirt and your bra. His jaw dropped, this was better than anything he could ever imagine. "You´re so beautiful..." He said.

You started to unzip his jeans, and pull them off, and traced your hands through his boxers, feeling his cock twitch in your hands. He adjusted his hips, whining.

He was already sweating. You took off his boxers and put your mouth on his tip. He tried to push himself into your mouth. "Easy there, we still have time." You told him. You started licking, and bobbing your head up and down.

He put his fingers through your hair, squirming, and throwing his head back. "Fuck, y/n." He breathed. You stopped, "Does that feel good Cal?" You continued. "So fucking good..." He said, while breathing hard.

You licked all the way up his torso. "Do you wanna fuck me Cal?" You asked. "Wanna eat you out first..." He said, breathing heavily. You smiled "Wow, didn´t expect that."

It was your turn to lay down. "You wanna make me feel good?" You asked and he nodded.

He unzipped your pants and quickly took off your underwear. His lips made contact with your wet cunt, he started licking and kissing, like he was starved. "Fuck..." You said while his toungue rubbed circles on your clit.

"I´m about to cum..." You said. He said nothing, but just kept on going. You finally released yourself on his toungue, your pussy throbbing.

He resurfaced and kissed you with your own fluids.

"You got a condom?" You asked. He said yes, and went to his nightstand and ripped one open. You smiled at him. "Well, it was bound to happen." He laughed.

You helped him put on the condom. He was still rock hard. He slid inside you, you both gasping at the sensation. He pumped in and out, and you were relaxing into his rythym.

You felt that familiar feeling inside you, and so did Calum. "y/n, I´m close.." He said, in deep breaths. "Cum for me Cal." You said, he finally realeased inside of you, and you cumming all over his dick.

Calum rested his head on your neck, you both panting. He kissed your forehead, looked at you and smiled.

He rolled over, took off the condom and discarded it in a little trashcan he kept next to his bed, he laid next to you.

"Damn, Cal, never knew you had it in you." You giggled.

"Yeah, to be honest, me neither!" He laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.