listening to death of a bachelor makes me feel like a rich 1920’s heiress in a golden floor length gown hosting a party in her hollywood mansion

don't risk it

if you don’t reblog in 500 seconds you will never be able to meet your fave band/artist

can’t risk this

Jeonghan no

seungkwan im coming for you buddy

Can’t risk this sorry

Doing this for hoshi

SUGA IM COMING

Kookieeee <3

All Mine. (Lashton)

Anonymous said: HEY IDK IF YOU’RE TAKING REQUESTS ANYMORE BUT CAN YOU DO LIKE ANYTHING WITH FEM!LUKE AND DADDY!ASH PLEAZ

Luke tapped his foot impatiently, dying to get out of the restaurant. Ashton had a hand on his waist, fingers tugging at the lace panties he was wearing. He shot a glare at Ashton when he felt his hand dipping lower, Michael and Calum were just across the table, Luke looked down and bit his lip. He couldn’t say no to Daddy. When his gaze drifted up again, he could tell that Ashton wanted him, the look in his eyes gave it away. “I’m feeling tired guys, I might call it a night.” Michael groaned. Luke smiled, running a hand through his hair as he smirked, an idea formulating. As Michael gave him a hug he tugged him in by the neck and kissed him. Luke could feel Ashton’s eyes burning into him. He expected that. What he didn’t expect was for Michael to wrap his arms around his waist and kiss back. Ashton was fuming, he pushed Michael off Luke and gripped Luke’s wrist, dragging him to the car. “You’re in big trouble.” He uttered, before starting up the car and driving to their apartment. Luke had a shit-eating grin on his face as if to say ‘I know.’

When they got to their apartment Luke eagerly awaited commands, taking off his shirt and shimmying his pants down his hips revealing his baby blue panties. Ashton wasn’t paying attention to him, so he crawled into his lap where he was sitting on the couch. Ashton let out a low growl and gripped Luke’s hips tightly.

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YO GUYS READ THIS AWESOME SMUT MY CO WRITER WROTE

Bad boy Ashton Smut

A/N I could seriously not be fucked editing this, so it may be terrible so I’m sorry in advance.

I slammed my locker shut cursing at myself. Stupid teacher and their stupid as fuck remarks about me. Teachers think they’re so cool just because they’re in charge of you, fuckwits. I stormed off in the direction of my next class, Maths, kill me now, please. I walked into the classroom dumping my books onto a table and slumping into the chair. I crossed my feet and took my phone out texting one of my friends, complaining about the teacher I had previously. I heard someone sit down next to me but didn’t take much notice of who it was, they were talking loudly about some girl they just fucked in the janitors closet, this school is just full of classy ladies. The teacher walked into the classroom and started talking but I wasn’t in the mood to listen to a single thing they were saying. I continued texting my friend while scrolling down my Tumblr, desperately hoping no porn would pop up, that would be awkward. “Y/N Please put away your phone!” The teacher called out in class I looked up at the teacher and shrugged carelessly before looking back down at my phone not even caring. When I get in one of my bad moods, it’s hard to break. I felt a presence over my shoulder, I looked up to see my Maths teacher standing over me, his eyebrows were raised with his hand sticking out motioning towards the phone. I slipped the phone into his hands, rolling my eyes at him as I did so. “Cut the attitude y/n” The teacher warned me I ignored his response, I slumped in my chair, fiddling with my fingers bored out of mind, wishing that the class would just hurry up and end “What’s up your ass?” A voice next to me asked I looked up to see that Ashton Irwin, who was sitting next to me looking at me expectedly. I rolled my eyes at him and ignored his question.

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Sorry

Hey guys,

If you’ve requested some smut that was straight (i write the straight smut) it might take a bit longer, sorry. I’ve had a really bad week, my ex sister in law passed away, my dog has gotten put down and a guy i was friends with at school got killed, all in one week so I’m sorry but it may take a bit longer.

Reblog if you would date a bi person

I need to prove something to myself

Ashton smut

who wants some Ashton smut tonight? :)

- xxx

Might As Well Part 2

A/N okay so this is probably really bad, I haven’t written anything in awhile. I’m sorry about the end bit I’ve never written stuff like that nor experienced it before, so it was a bit difficult to write. Please like, reblog and follow me, thanks guys

LUKE P.O.V “Thank you, Chicago!” Ashton’s voice boomed through the arena All the lights went out and we were left in complete darkness, all four of us left the stage quickly into the back area which led to the dress rooms and everything else that was backstage at these places. I grabbed the towel one of the backstage crews offered me, I whipped my face and my neck with the towel before dumping the towel on the ground. I set my guitar down on the rack and pulled my shirt from over my head, letting the heat escape my body better. I felt a slap on my shoulder and turned around to see Michael, who had a cheeky grin on his face, he shot me a wink as he ran ahead and jumped on Ashton’s back. I jogged to catch up with the rest of the guys, they were talking about hitting some popular club in the city. “You in Luke?” Calum asked me raising his eyebrows “Nah, I’m good. I think I need to catch up on some sleep.” I said shrugging Michael jumped off Ashton’s back and turned around to look at me with a smirk on his face. “You know that’s a good idea, I think I might just stay home tonight too,” He said as he looked at me with the smirk still on his face. “Really? You’re going to stay home, the big ladies’ man” Ashton said laughing “I’m just leaving more ladies for you two,“ He said laughing Michael and I left in one of the cars to go back to the hotel when the other two went straight into the city to one of the clubs. It was just a short ten-minute trip back to the hotel, the trip back to the hotel room was filled with a thick, awkward silence, I fiddled with my fingers not even sure what to do with myself.

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