Lea

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Destroy the idea that dark skinned black people are “too black”

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this is the first time since the beginning of December that i’ll be able to relax. finals took a toll on me this year, and i isolated my self for a week to focus on my studies. my last exam was over, and i was more than excited to hang out with ashton tonight.

with him still finishing their album and me with my studies and swim, we haven’t gotten much time together. i walk into my apartment to be greeted with the band on my couch. “hi baby, how was your exam?” ashton asked, standing up to hug me. “it was good, and now all i know how to do is balancing equations and derivatives,” i sighed grabbing a water from the fridge. “what the hell is a ‘derivative’?” michael asked. “at this point i couldn’t tell ya,” i replied.

i took a seat with the boys on the couch for a while, catching up and the like. “you have no idea how happy i am that you don’t have to study anymore,” ashton smirked grabbing my waist towards him. i grabbed his shirt, “you have no idea how happy i am to have you please me again.” ashton saw where i was going with this and he was more than happy to kick the guys out. “so we’ll see you there at 8 guys!” ashton said, shuffling the boys out.

i leaned up against the counter, waiting for ashton to manhandle me. as soon as ashton closed the front door he immediately grabbed my hips and pulled me into his embrace. “the things i’m gonna do to you baby,” ashton growled. i was soon met with his lips, attacking their way in to explore my mouth. i happily obliged as my hands twisted ashton’s shirt.

he put me on the counter, his hands trailing their way down to my heat. ashton moved right to my clit, rubbing small circles on it. i couldn’t help but jolt at the feeling already close to an orgasm. “baby, i’m just feeling, relax,” ashton chuckled, sounding pleased with himself. “ashton, you haven’t touched me in a week, i’m already loosing it,” i moaned. my hips rolled with the rhythm of ashton’s fingers. “you gonna come already princess?” ashton cooed. i nodded, too engrossed in pleasure to answer. ashton’s rhythm got sloppy as i let myself go.

my head fell back against the counter as ashton continued to rub my sensitive core. my hips bucked with each of his movements. “ash-fuck” i whined. “come again pretty girl, c’mon you can do it for daddy,” ashton pressured, kissing and biting at my neck. already on my second orgasm, my body felt relief from all the tension that was being held in.

i was picked up and sat on ashton’s lap as he hit the couch. “ride my thigh princess,” ashton moaned. i nodded my head vigorously while i took my shirt off. ashton put his arms at the back of his head looking pleased as i settled myself on his right thigh. i moved his shorts up so i would have better traction for myself. ashton grabbed my hips lowering myself onto him. i moaned instinctively at the sudden pressure to my clit.

once i was settled, i set my hands on his chest slowly grinding my hips against him. ashton grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him while moans spilled out of my mouth. “you dirty girl, getting yourself off on daddy’s thigh. who would’ve known my thighs made you a pretty little mess baby,” ashton said cockily. my movements became sloppier as i came close to my third orgasm of the day.

“daddy, i’m close,” i whimpered. “come on baby make a mess on daddy’s thigh,” ashton said, collecting some of juices before licking them off of his fingers. ashton stuck his fingers in my mouth, something he loves just as i’m about to release. i moaned around his fingers, feeling myself come for the third time. “there ya go pretty girl, just like that,” ashton smirked. moans and whimpers left my lips as i tried my best to breath.

ashton grabs my chin pulling me in for a kiss, “god you have to do that again.” 

When you can’t ever win.

all of us:

Somebody stop me.  I shouldn’t be allowed to do this anymore. Also, I don’t like how this ends so I’m sorry for that…this also goes from 0-100 really quick

Warning: Spanking, choking, daddy kink

“Never have I ever choked someone or been choked,” Michael said watching as two of his four friends took a shot of tequila, Michael not surprised at all that y/n had, but was very surprised when Luke was the one joining her for the shot. They were seated in Ashton’s hotel room that he was sharing with y/n on her two week stay with the boys during their break.“Jesus christ, Luke.”

“What?” the youngest of the group asked laughing as he high fived y/n, neither holding shame in their eyes. “I wasn’t the one into it. I just aim to please.”

I wrote this in 10 minutes at work, so I apologize if it’s horrible and I will edit it when I get home 💓

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When Harry had proposed to her after three years of dating, the news of their engagement did not circle throughout the world until four months later when a distant friend had released the news to the media. Six months later, they had exchanged their wedding vows in a private ceremony that consisted only of their closest friends and family. The news of their marriage was not confirmed until several weeks following the wedding, when Harry had been asked about it in an interview. After being inquired about how his wedding preparations, Harry had raised his hand to the interviewer, revealing the wedding band that sat firmly upon his ring finger. This was all he had to do to officially confirm that he had married the love of his life.

Less than one year later, their lives were changed forever after learning that there would be an addition to their small family. Harry had been bewildered at the news, for they had definitely not been trying to expand their family and had taken the appropriate precaution to ensure that this would not happen. They wanted to be happy about it, of course, but they were both still so young and still had so many things that they wanted to do before enlarging their family. She could not stop worrying about how a child would impact his career, and to completely honest, he wondered the same.

But when she was three months pregnant, she woke in the middle of the night to an excruciating pain in her abdomen coupled with the feeling of blood streaming down her leg. Harry had attempted to drive them to the hospital, but he could not see through the window with his glossy eyes, nor could he drive with his trembling hands. Halfway to the hospital, an ambulance had arrived to transport them both. Of course, everything had been alright, but the frightening moment had made them both realize their unconditional love for this child and their genuine excitement to start their family together – the Styles family.

At five months pregnant, she was glowing. Walking through the streets of London, nothing could interfere with her blissful mood, not even the cold air that brushed against her chilly skin. With her fingers intertwined with her husband’s, the couple ecstatically shopped through local stores for baby items. After all, you can never be too prepared!

But as bystanders had begun to take notice of international sensation, the crowd around them quickly began to expand. Glancing towards Harry, she knew that he noticed it too, for an expression of panic was written across his face.

“Let’s get you home,” Harry had said, prompting her to nod in agreement.

The fans did not know she was pregnant. She had only started to show a couple weeks ago and has been clothing herself in large sweaters and loose jackets to avoid questions being directed towards Harry. They wanted this little miracle to come into the world with grace and to not be turned into a public news story.

Harry had paged for his security guard and driver to meet him a couple blocks down, so that he and Y/N could quickly leap into the safety of the vehicle. However, before the couple knew it, they were surrounded by a massive crowd, each person shoving aggressively to make their way towards Harry. In response, Harry had laced his hand around his wife’s waist and tugged her towards him, ensuring that she was securely in his arms.

“I know a shortcut,” Harry had informed me, causing her shoulders to deflate in relief.

Harry had lead her through an alley and towards a set of stairs, leading down to the street below where they had been instructed to meet the driver. However, the fans were right behind them, continuing to aggressively force their way to the front of the crowd. As they descended down the staircase, she stopped briefly at the top stair to turn around, planning to politely ask the young women to give them a little space. However, even though she stopped, the crowd did not. Plowing forward, numerous individuals had pushed against her body, not even allowing her the opportunity to brace herself before she was thrown from the top step and sent crashing down the staircase. Harry had watched the entire incident unfold before his eyes, observing helplessly as his wife and child landed at the bottom of the staircase.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Harry had said repeatedly as he descended down the staircase in a panic, desperate to help his wife.

As Harry’s body collapsed beside hers, his security guard arrived to the horrible scene. Noticing Y/N’s motionless body, he instantly called for an ambulance. The security guard had then strived to drive away the large crowd, but they all remained at the top of the stairs, watching in horror as their idol wept over his wife’s unresponsive body.

In only a few moments, the paramedics arrived and exploded from the back of the ambulance. Throwing themselves to the ground beside Harry, they prepared Y/N to be placed onto a stretcher.

“She’s pregnant,” Harry had informed them through his quivering voice. “Five months.”

A collection of gasps could be heard from the crowd, for nobody knew about the child that Y/N was carrying. But sure enough, as the paramedics ripped the coat from her body, a tiny baby bump was revealed. Harry had lowered his head towards her stomach, pressing his soft lips upon it.

“Hold on for daddy,” he had whispered, praying that his child could hear.

Suddenly, Harry noticed that her shirt and pants were soaked with blood. Abruptly turning towards the paramedics, Harry saw the look on their faces and just knew. It was the same facial expression that he had worn two months ago on that scary night.

“Mr. Styles, we need to get your wife to the hospital right away.”

“What’s going on?” Harry had asked. “Is my baby okay?”

“At this moment, we are more worried about your wife.”

“What are you saying?” Harry had questioned, feeling himself begin to hyperventilate in panic.

“Mr. Styles, if we do not get your wife to the hospital, you will lose them both.”