could you pretty please do a bit of both 10 and 11 on the nsfw list with either ashton or calum? i’ll let you choose who since i’m asking for a little extra by mixing the prompts :) i’m a new follower but i’ve loved everything i’ve seen so far!
10) Breeding Kink11) Size Kink
(A/N: alright, love. So obviously I’m doing both but here’s the thing. Both kinks, I have little experience in so this may be a bit shorter or worse than other stuff I have written and I’m sorry but I’m learning this kink though :))
(gif from @glossierluke)
“Fuck,” Ashton moaned out as he entered you. He loved looking at the site of you under him, your body pressed against the bed sheets, your chest rising and falling as you panted. He especially loved the way your breasts moved up and down with each thrust he made.Fucking you was like fucking a work of art. Not literally but you knew what he meant when he said it to you. Mouth open, panting from pleasure, skin glistening with a light sheen and your heavy heart beating was a masterpiece.He wished he could frame the way you looked when you were like this.His long fingers danced down the length of your torso, taking pleasure in the softness of your skin. His index danced around your navel as he sat with his length inside you, waiting for him to adjust. Ashton’s hazel eyes, darkened with the lust, grazed down your body to your pelvic region. He saw it then and fucking wanted to cum immediately. He could see the bulge of himself inside you. A perfect outline of his dick inside of your slick walls.“Ashtonnnnn,” you whimpered and his eyes snatched up, catching your gaze. That dark look in his eyes were held onto yours as his fingers traced the outline. Your breath hitched at the touch. Ashton shook his head, that was fucking amazing to him.He left your body completely, you immediately felt cold without him inside you. He was still heavily in his thoughts while looking at you. His hands traced over the sculpt of your stomach, a small smile etching his face. He was so in a daze as he thought about just how pretty your tummy would look with a baby, his baby, inside of you. “Penny for your thoughts?” you asked him and his eyes flickered to yours for the second time.His voice came out hoarse with passion, “I want to put a baby in you.”His gaze was intense as he looked at you, leaving no room for you to mistake him. You smiled at his words and just shook your head.“You can try, hotshot,” you teased him before he entered you again, slamming into you. You moaned out loudly and he captured it on his lips as he kissed you.Ashton thrust in and out of you after he sat up, keeping a rhythm that was erratic and rough. Your moans molded together and filled the room as you both came closer to your highs. The sound of his balls slapping against your skin and the way his hands were gripping your waist made you get closer to your end.“Come on, baby, come for me,” Ashton said, his voice was heavy and out of breath, “Wanna see your cum all over my cock.”“Fuck, Ashh,” you moaned out as he hit your bundle of nerves when he bottomed out, your walls tightened around his length.You came together, your hands balling up in the bedsheets. He came inside you, his moans loud as his body tensed up, causing his grip on your hips to tighten.Ashton plopped down on top of you before whispering in your ear, “You still have the IUD, right?”“Uh huh,” you nodded and he giggled, “Fuck.”
could you do number 5 from the nsfw promt list with luke when your at the studio with him and the boys and luke just picks you up and takes you to a bathroom and fucks you against the door of it. omg wow (i kinda added onto the prompt hope that’s okay)
5) Studio Sex
NSFW under cut: edging and quick sex
“How do you like the song?” Luke whispered in your ear from where you sat. You smiled over at him, lifting your head up from your school work.
You decided to spend your off day with him in the studio, of course that meant it was an all day thing so you bought some stuff to occupy your time. School work being an unforgettable priority.
“It sounds good, Luke. I like Cal’s voice to it,” you whispered back. You didn’t want to disturb and be a nuisance.
“What about my voice?” Luke fake pouted. He decided to wear a pink lip gloss today so his lips were looking an extra shade of plump pretty today.
“I guess you’re doing great too,” you responded, a teasing smirk creeping onto your face, “Only because we can’t hear you that well though.”
“Oh, is that it?” Luke’s blue eyes drilled into yours. The sparkle in them was evident but it was soon becoming a lusty glint. You knew that look in his eyes all too well. Especially when it was paired with a quick bite to his lips that he quickly acted like he didn’t do.
“What’s got you all riled up?” you asked, careful not to have anyone hear the two of you, especially since Ashton was only a couple feet away.
“You just look so sexy and cute curled up here lost in your work,” Luke spoke directly into your ear, his breath warm as he spoke. You felt a chill run down your spine at his words, the compliments always got you and he knew it. In fact, he thrived on the knowledge that if he wanted, he could easily make you do whatever he pleased, just by telling you a billion sweet things.
It’s not your fault you like being praised.
You blushed the second he moved back, the intensity in his eyes never leaving, “thanks, baby. You look pretty hot working on your songs.”
“I know,” Luke said, those blue eyes still locked on yours.
Your breath hitched in your throat as his eyes remained locked on you. Your tongue darted in and out to lick your bottom lip and he groaned at the sight. He opened his mouth to say something but the producer interrupted him.
“Hey, Luke, can we get you back in the booth right quick?”
“Yeah, of course,” Luke said, turning to him before quickly whispering to you, “Go to the bathroom. I’ll be there in five.”
You nodded, refusing the urge to bite your lip or rub your legs together. It was a shame just how quickly Luke was able to turn you into a pile of mush in his hands. But you weren’t mad at it either. You got up quietly and carefully leaving the studio.
He was there in ten minutes actually. You spent the time in the bathroom mostly hyping yourself up. It wasn’t unlike Luke at all to want to take you at any place possible when the mood struck him but it definitely got you nervous to know that his friends were only just down the hall and also whatever musician just so happened to also be here.
Luke came in quietly. He looked around quickly before spotting you leaning against the wall in the farthest wall. The bathroom was private, made for one user at a time, which was perfect for your purposes.
Luke’s eyes caught yours as he took one perfectly manicured hand to the door lock, securing you both inside.
“Hey there fella,” you grinned under his gaze and he smiled, his eyes sizing you up.
“Come over here, pretty girl.”
You did as he said and he gently pushed one hand up to your neck, holding you there so Luke could get a good look at you. His eyes grazed down your body, stopping at the jeans you were wearing.
“We’re going to have to be fast, huh?” you said softly and he nodded.
“Unfortunately,” he rolled his eyes and you leaned in to kiss him. Luke pulled back quickly with a cheeky grin, “Uh huh, Ma’am. No smudging my lip gloss. I worked hard on this pout.”
You just glowered at him before he giggled.
It was fast sex, but it was good sex. Luke forgoed foreplay, knowing all he needed was his body on yours. It was all he wanted.
Luke’s hands pinned you against the wall, turning you both around so you were pinned between his tall body and the door. His hands traveling down, inside your pants while you buried yours into the curls along the nape of his neck. The curls threaded themselves through you finger and Luke smiled, loving the way you tugged at his hair at his slightest of touches.
“Sorry to have to rush this, pretty girl. Or else I would be taking my sweet time appreciating every inch of you,” Luke moaned out while pulling down your jeans, slipping your underwear to the side.
This was hasty. A quick need to feel you close. A driven force pulling him to only want to be buried deep inside you.
Luke tested your waters gently, careful to make sure you were naturally lubricated and he smiled wistfully at pulling away dripping fingers, “Fuck, I wish I didn’t have to get back so I could play with this pretty pussy of yours.”
You moaned at his comments and his touch, your head hitting the door behind you. You were most definitely sure that if anyone was close to the vicinity they heard you. And you didn’t give a damn.
His dick entered you quickly. Luke barely gave you time to adjust before he was ramming into you, constant rhythm. The only sounds heard was the slap of his balls against your skin and the two of you moaning in perfect harmony.
“Fuck, I’m going to wreck you so hard the second we leave,” Luke moaned into your ear, “Won’t even get to leave the parking lot, I’ll take you in the car.”
You moaned at his words, hoping he’ll keep his promise.
“Fuck,” Luke kept moving in and out of you, his thumb moving down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing along it quickly, causing you to moan louder, “Looking so fucking sexy, concentrating, biting your lip. You tryna fuck my bandmates?”
You shook your head. It’s an obvious no. Luke was the only man who could make you crumble like this. Though Ashton did look good at times..No, you shook your head, Luke was definitely the one you wanted. Well…
“What was that, pretty girl?” Luke moved faster, “Use your words.”
“No, Luke,” you moaned out. Practically whining, you could feel your orgasm building a knot inside the pit of your stomach, “No one fucks me...like you.”
“That’s right,” Luke shivered inside you, moaning harshly and orgasming, before pulling out, his orgasm dripping down your leg. He didn’t even give you the chance to cum.
He gave you one of his classic shit-eating grins before cleaning up.
“See you after practice, babe,” he pulled up his pants and left the bathroom.
could you do au Enemies to Lovers!Trope with calum? thanks 🥰
AU List: 25) Enemies to Lovers!Trope
“Oh my fucking god!” I slammed a fist into the locker. If I could without alerting the coach, I would be yelling. I could not even begin to describe just how fucked up that man had me. How could he possibly think it was okay?
My parents were right, I knew I shouldn’t have played coed league soccer.
“Would you chill out?” my best friend came up behind me and pushed me away, “You’re acting like a toddler.”
“I fucking feel like a toddler,” I kicked the air trying to calm down. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Heather shook her head, “Okay, so Calum said some things. When does he not talk out of his ass?”
I plopped down onto the locker room bench and groaned. Heather sat beside me and pet my head until I relaxed. It was just so frustrating sometimes.
Calum Hood and I were the team captains of our coed soccer team. It was supposed to be good to have a male and female player both lead so that there would be no gender divide. However, Calum Hood was such an abysmal asshole that I didn’t think it mattered how fair we tried to make it because he would always, and I mean always, be a dick to all the women on the team. Including me.
“He always talks out of his ass,” I groaned into the bench and she hummed.
“And what did I say to do whenever he’s being a total dickwad?”
“Don’t engage because that will only make it worse,” I repeated the words she told me too many times. I sat up and looked at her. We were fresh out of practice so we were still sweaty and disgusting in our uniforms.
“Someone needs to knock him down a few pegs though,” I said and Heather just shook her head.
“No one said it had to be you though,” she got up and went to the showers.
I wasn’t ready to go home yet. I walked back out to the field to clear my head and get some more practice in.
Thirty minutes in, I heard a voice behind me and immediately wanted to hurl as the smooth talking, Moari boy came up behind me.
“Practicing longer won’t make you any better, 16,” he called me by jersey number. Couldn’t even give me the respect to say my name. I rolled my eyes and decided to follow Heather’s advice and just ignore him.
I needed to work on my shots anyway.
“Ignoring me? Wow,” Calum said, I heard his footsteps come closer, “How mature of you, 16.”
“Would you please just shut up?” I turned to him and looked him dead in the eye. He looked barely bothered and just rolled his eyes. That smug smile was still on his face and all I wanted to do was wipe it off.
I began to wonder just how much force was needed to chip the ball directly into his smug grin. He was a decent height but I could just call it target practice.
“I actually have a question for you,” Calum said softly. For a second, I stopped contemplating assault and looked at him. He looked pretty nervous, even scratching the back of his head. Whatever it was must be important.
“Would you, uh,” Calum stuttered before looking down at the ground, “Would, you, um. God this is so stupid to ask.”
My heart panged for him. This must be hard, “Go ahead, spit it out, Hood. It can’t be all that stupid.”
“Alright, well,” he shrugged his shoulders, “Do you think you could play better?”
Then he laughed. A large one. A huge guffaw that all jerks do. It lit up his whole face and all I wanted to do was smack it off of him.
So I did.
I don’t know what exactly happened and I have no idea what force possessed me into doing so. All I know is that one moment, I was seeing red and in the next moment, I was lunging at Calum Hood with all the force I could muster and seriously, seriously trying to choke him out.
I landed on top of him, my force causing him to fall over as I tried to punch him. Calum was quick to block my hits, his big hands attempting to throw me off. All I knew is that I just needed to land one good punch in his mouth. Just one good one and I’d be fine.
Was it bad for team morale to be getting into a fist fight with my co-captain? Yes. Did I give a damn? Fuck no.
“Get off me, you crazy bitch!” Calum yelled, attempting to throw me off allowing me a clean aim to his face. A perfect sucker punch into his jaw.
“What the fuck, y/n!” he pushed me off and got up, touching his jaw gingerly. From the way he was holding his face, I knew it hurt. I tried to find a part of me that was remorseful.
On the one hand, his pretty face was marred. On the other, his stupid, stupid face was marred.
“This better not leave a bruise!”
“It builds character. Something you desperately need.”
“I’m going to punch you back.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“You are such a bitch!” he yelled. Calum came closer to me as we both stood up, looking each other dead in the eye.
“You’re an absolute dick!”
“At least I know how to fucking play a sport without being shit!”
“At least I know how to actually play on a fucking team without having to assert my dominance everywhere like a fucking German Shepherd!”
“Well at least I don’t walk around as if I’m not the hottest thing while yelling!”
“I...what?” I stopped yelling and just looked at him.
Calum sighed, dropping his hand from his face and looked at me. Then looked up at the sky as if he was trying to figure out why exactly he decided to say that. I was trying to figure the same thing out too.
“Oh, I’m hot while yelling, huh?”
“Shut up, 16!” Calum groaned and went to walk away. I laughed.
“Hate to see you go, but love to see you walk away, huh, Calum?” I yelled after him, “Is that what you want me to say? Fucking pathetic man! Keep it in your pants!”
I turned back to my makeshift practice and allowed the blush to creep up on my face. Calum Hood found me hot, huh?
I would be lying if some part of me wasn’t completely ecstatic about that. When I first joined the league, I thought Calum was one of the hottest men I had ever met. That was before I knew him and moved to this team. Now, I knew that Calum Hood, as sexy and mind numbingly hot as he was, was an absolute and total dick and I wanted nothing to do with it.
So why was I completely blushing from the whole, ‘hot when yelling’ thing. God, I needed to get laid is what. I shook the thought out of my head and went to kick the ball.
I was as far as having my leg up when I felt a hand come up and yank me from under myself.
“What the f-” I fell flat on my face before feeling someone turn me over and I got a good look at Calum Hood, on top of me, straddling me to the ground.
“Fuck you, 16!” he said before descending onto me and kissing my lips.
I looked up at him in shock, not moving at all. He moved away quickly.
“Don’t wanna kiss me back? Okay, I misread our whole situation. I’m sorry-”
I turned us over so that I was on top and kissed Calum back, our lips blending to form a complete bond as we kissed.
Kissing Calum was like pouring all of my rage into a vase and slowly washing it out over and over again as his hands traveled along my body and through my hair and-
“Nice to see you two are finally getting along,” coach said, kicking us apart, “Now get off my field!”
Adding a taglist bc im quite proud of this one, and bc Bri said i could:
24 on the SFW but mainly centered around Ashton? Congratulations on 600 by the way!! 💫💫
24) SNL (you’re opening on it and they’re their too. Fuck yes i’ll do another SNL)
A/N: I’m changing it up so that you’re one of the cast bc diversity!
“Oh, that’s an interesting costume,” you looked down at what you were wearing. You weren’t exactly proud to be wearing the costume. You were dressed up as a 70s fitness instructor for the next skit. After being on SNL for two seasons, you were never surprised by whatever costuming put you in for the skits. Today was dress rehearsal so you weren’t even caring that much yet. Tomorrow was the big deal. You just shrugged, catching a look at whomever was speaking.
There in front of you was one of the musical guests go this evening. The drummer, Ashton Irwin, was dressed simply compared to you in his iconic jumpsuit, his curls wild around his head. His hazel eyes danced as he smiled down at you, extending one of his huge hands.
“I’m Ashton,” he held out his hand before you can say anything. You took it and he shook it happily.
“I’m Y/N,” You said and he shrugged you off.
“I know!” he commented, Ashton’s smile never wavered, “I watch all the time.”
“Oh, not for me though,” you joked and he quickly shook his head.
“No, of course for you. You’re hilarious!”
“Well, thank you,” you giggled at him, “I now owe you two of my brain cells for that compliment.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes!” you adjusted your costume, trying to keep the leotard from scooting farther up your ass than it already was. Part of you thought about if that was the reason he stopped you to admire your costume but you moved on quickly, “I shall mail them to you. Or would you prefer email.”
“Either way, would be splendid,” Ashton giggled, it coming out completely boyish. His laugh instantly made you feel like a kid again.
“2 minutes!” you heard the stage manager call out.
“Thank you, two!” you said, turning in the direction before turning back to Ashton, “I will see you later, Mr. Irwin.”
“I mean, you kinda have to. I need those brain cells,” he laughed before taking off towards his place on set.You watched him walk away and he turned back, giving you a proper wave and a smile.
You lifted up your hand to wave back but the stage manager called you to your place before you got the chance. At least you got to hear his boyish giggle before you left to places.
“And congrats to 5 Seconds of Summer’s first time being a musical guest,” everyone cheered as the host for the evening, some new actress, was the first to cheer them on. You all raised a glass to them in the lounge room before you drifted down to the bar, to get an actual good drink.
The show went great but you did worry about the reviews. Everyone usually had something to say about SNL no matter what. Sometimes you had good seasons and sometimes you had bad but you were really hoping that the seasons you were on were just a slightly bit better.
In your regular clothes of jeans and some tee-shirt you picked up before you left this morning, you were practically unrecognizable to Ashton. That was, until you smiled at the bartender.
“Hey, can I get a white russion?” you asked with a smile and the bartender nodded before going to go get it.
“And she doesn’t drink with her cast?” you heard Ashton beside you from where he set at the bar, nursing a glass of soda.
“I’ve seen Pete Davidson drunk enough to know that I can hang by myself and have a good time,” you said and looked back up to see the rest of 5 Seconds of Summer mingling with the cast, “Why aren’t you with them?”
“I don’t need any more temptations,” he said simply and took a sip of his drink.
“Hey,” you called out to the bartender, stopping him from your drink, “Can I switch mine out for a club soda instead?”
He slid you the drink and you paid him double for the bit of trouble. Ashton looked over at you.
Okay but how has no one written an Ashton mob boss AU with all those chains he wears?? It practically writes itself
I’m sorry but you are TOO LOUD
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Ashton’s chains dangled over you. Not in the fuckboy way you were all too familiar with but with the way he was gripping your throat it was way more menacing. The smirk on his face was clear as his grip tightened. His rings were surely leaving marks against the fragile skin of your neck.
Your breath become shallow as you breathed, giving up with trying to push him up from on top of you. He quite obviously had the upper hand here. He knew it too if that damn smirk was any reason for it.
“Look, sweetheart,” Ashton leaned down to whisper against your ear, “You had one chance, and you blew it. Now get on your knees and blow me.”
hello! i want to start writing but am afraid whatever i write won't be good, do you have any tips?
Hi, so I saw this question floating around on my dash and I seriously doubt there’s anything I could say that hasn’t already been covered. Like @talkfastromance4 had a perfect answer in my opinion.
So, let’s say you do start writing, which you will. If you think about something this long, it’s going to happen.
When writing: always ask yourself questions. What is the problem here? What is the solution? What do the characters want? What do they not want? Who are they? What makes them, them? Different things really.
If you’re trying to write in a fandom, don’t focus so much on making your characters just soooo much like, for example, the Michael Clifford you see in interviews. Unless you know him personally, you don’t know him that well. It just becomes a face claim for us fanfic writers.
Dialogue. Dialogue is very important. Make sure good dialogue bc it is how the characters express themselves. @galcalirwin is amazing at dialogue. Sometimes I get her help. @waitimcomingtoo is also amazing at dialogue and putting characters in un-suspecting situations. @angelic-holland is also great at this and communicating her characters problems through dialogue.
If you want to be more detail oriented, like myself. A good person to look at would be @morningfears alot of details and it is amazing. as well as writers like @cakesunflower or @softboyshawn or @aliencal
IF YOU WISH TO WRITE SMUT: @talkfastromance4 @5sosnsfw @sexgodashton
These are just some examples, like people that helped me myself when I’m struggling to write something.
My tip would be to first start small. Write blurbs. Write a small imagine, give yourself a word count goal and try to hit topics you think would be important to hit.
Whats the aim? Is your character trying to do something? If so, what? How badly do they want this? What will they do to get this?
And let me know if you have any questions, and tag me in whatever you write first! I want to see! :)
ashtons literally talked about how he’s recovering from alcoholism, they’re not going to do cocktail chats. i wish they’d done more in the carpool karaoke and actually discussed the bts of the songs but oh well
literally yes! Ashton is recovering, why the heck would he ruin that for some content? I am totally okay with no cocktail chats ever again if that means he is healthy.
Also yes, i think @haikucal and I were JUST talking about how badly we wanted them to get serious about discussion of this album bc it is so amazing sonic music wise and lyrically.
Even if it isn’t carpool karabloke, i would love just something uniquely them. Like a serious stream, or if they just did a mukbang or just sat there together and talked while doing some mindless task would be great. I, personally, want to know about what it’s like to make an album like this.
