one night brings back a thousand memories •I will apologise in advance for the lack of good grammar and punctuality throughout this fanfic, i would also like to apologise for the messy and often confusing storyline. This was my first fan fiction i had ever written, and basically i wrote a pile of s h i t for my own pleasure, never would i have thought it would have gotten so many reads. I would finally like to thank those who have enjoyed this fan fic and gave positive feedback, and once again apologies to those who did not enjoy it. Alot of people have asked for a second book, but unfortunately that wont be happening!! I do hope to write more in the future, and I'm open for requests!!

"Do you guys want to date him?" Calum asked, his brown eyes hopeful. "Yes," Michael and Luke chorused, their mind filled with images of Ashton, and his giggle, his sweet smile, and those thighs. "Now we just have to make sure that he likes us," Michael said. "And that he likes boys." "Please," Calum said. "Did you see his ass? It's practically made for a dick to just-" Michael and Luke cut off the boy's crude sentence with twin flicks to the side of his head. ❥ashton!centric ❥fem!ashton

An Ashton Irwin Fanfic. WARNING: MATURE AUDIANCES ONLY. 18 Graphic Smut // Drug use Read at your own risk ---- preview ---- "Sweetheart..." he began, his large hand snaked behind your back to your neck, cupping your jaw. His eyes flickered as they looked in yours, holding you still. He smiled, that smile you loved so much, his face came inches from yours. You felt the breath of his nose on your lips, frozen in your spot. "I've wanted this the moment I laid eyes on you", he confessed. Oh. Your lips had a mind of their own - before he could say anything else, they were on his. Those lips you've carefully studied for four months, now. The lips he was constantly putting chap-stick on. The ones he bit just a bit during interviews when he was nervous. He tasted like weed, mint, and him. His lips were silky, his movements were harsh yet soft, and you remember thinking: I could do this for hours. You felt his hands freeze and then grip your waist, pulling you closer to him so you were chest to chest. Frantic, you grabbed his face and licked his bottom lip, a tiny moan leaving your mouth, surprising him when you rolled your hips on his. Without even hesitating, he pulled back at your noise, his wild eyes on yours, dark. "Yeah?" he nodded slowly, consenting to this. Your lips attached to the spot under his ear, sucking it gently and quickly, making him huff and pull you closer. "Please touch me, Ash"

He places the necklace and bracelet in my hand, I stand there in shock, not knowing what to say. He turns around and takes one step back towards the stage, "Lucas Robert Hemmings, you have something of mine." He turns around to face me, trying to hold things together, but failing, "What?"I pause a second trying to think if this is to chiche or cheesy. Screw it, "My heart," he steps towards me and I smash my lips into his before he has a chance to say anything. He wraps his arms around the small of my back and I don't hesitate to wrap my arms around his neck. Our kiss lasted for a few seconds before we pulled away and rested our foreheads together. Even though our kiss was only a few seconds it had so much passion and hunger in it that could last a lifetime.

"Your mine..." he mumbled, his intoxicating lips pecking the nape of my neck. I let out a breathing moan as his kisses move up to my collar bone. I shudder as his hands travel down my body. My heart picks up as his lips travel to my chin and to the edge of my mouth. His lips are like ice against my heated skin. I crave him...I want him to want me just as much as I want him. His lips smash to mine as he moves his cold lips on mine. He nibbles, asking for entrance as the butterflies invade my stomach. "No.." I croak pushing him away from me, reality hitting me like a bus. "No?" he ask playfully, pushing me against the wall. _____________________________________ What happens when Grace is accused for the murder of her father, a man comes into her life...and a great family fortune is at risk? Well there's certainly no time for the feelings she feels towards Luke. Of course fate gets the best of her. Both holding onto secrets. Both hidden. Both craving. Both hidden beneath each other.

"You're such a fuckboy." "Excuse you, I'm a man." *** WARNING: This book contains smut! COMPLETED

The last thing Ashton ever wanted to do was hurt Luke, but he couldn't help it. The singer was just so beautiful, so ethereal and otherworldly that it took his breath away most of the time. Everyone felt that way about their best friend though, right? It was normal. No use getting unnecessary feelings involved, it was better this way. Luke understood. Luke wasn't sure when this thing between him and Ashton started, or how it started, but it didn't matter. He was in too deep to go back now. So Luke would let Ashton use him, hurt his feelings and crawl back with apologies. Because at the end of the day, even when Luke had to watch Ashton leave the bar with a new pretty blonde each night, he knew the drummer would eventually end up back in his bed. And Luke told himself he was okay with that.

She looked up to meet Luke's blue eyes; he looked cute and innocent. She felt a strange urge to ruin him. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she asked suddenly. "Like what?" Luke said, a little nervous. "Like you're scared of me" she let out a little laugh. "Sorry...I just find you a bit...intimidating" Luke said, looking down at his hands, which rested on his lap. "And why's that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him, biting her lower lip. "Because you're beautiful."

So these are my own stuff from my human brain and requests so message me who ya want and all that stuff XD Also if you want to read my Luke fan fiction you can. You don't have to. I won't be offended. So yeah message me or whatever if you want an imagine/preference thing and tell me your name so I can include it in the thing. :):) xo

REUPLOADED STORY!!! Accidents can lead to heartbreak, but they may also lead to something better... but how many "accidents" can be made before there are too many wrongs between you and happiness? Izzy isn't sure either, but when it comes to the fascinating drummer in her yoga class, part of her is hoping it might be one more... *** Ashton Irwin fanfiction **Rated Mature for Language and Smut** Originally written and posted in Nov-Dec 2019 Reuploaded August 2020