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Calum Hood being a #mood

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i remember the way it felt inside. [credits to Pinja Emilia on youtube]

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fuck calum. even luke wasn’t ready for that.

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how can a picture give me so much feels idk

PLEASE TELL ME THAT IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKSTHAT THIS PICTURES LOOKS LIKE IT CAME FROM A SCENE IN A REALLY CUTE TEEN ROMANCE MOVIE !!!!!!¡¡¡!!!!!¡!¡

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i never knew yellow could look so good 👌

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holy fucking shit

True love

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he’s literally just walking but it’s hurting me

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Deny - MC (Smut)

Right, so this is 3.1k words of just straight Dom!Michael smut. Let me know if you guys like it? I was kind of hesitant to post it. Hope you guys like it! Masterlist.

Total sensory deprivation.

Well, almost, at least.

A thick, black cloth tied around your eyes. Wrists twined together, legs spread wide. Sounds are muffled but your mouth is free, lips swollen and parted. Every single nerve ending you’ve got in your body is electrified, every single hair standing on end.

The air in the room is thick, so incredibly, impossibly thick; your breath is leaving you in harsh pants. The faint buzzing between your legs has never seemed so loud and not helping the heaving of your chest or the drum of your heart.

You’re squirming, desperately trying and failing to clench your thighs together. Frantic, you’re trying to chase the slow unravel that you can feel just teetering on the edge, orgasm denied as the toy stops buzzing. A string of color curses leave your lips in a breathless, frenzied mumble and beyond the haze, you can vaguely hear the door to the bedroom open.

It’s the loud squeak of the door that breaks through the haze of your denied euphoria and your head swings to the side, trying to find the person behind all this. With your cheek smooshed against the bed, your eyes flutter underneath the blindfold. And when there’s the press of thick fingers against your cheek, they direct your head upwards and slip the fabric over your head.

Above you stands Michael. He’s dressed in his standard black denim, chest bare. His eyes were dark; green the same shade as fir trees blanketed in moonlight. They spoke of his intelligence, his passion and all the different qualities not revealed by his dorky, guitar god persona. Right now though, they just looked…predatory, like a lion stalking it’s prey.

The tips of his fingers press against your cheekbones, thumb against your jaw. He’s tilting your head up and then back, forcing your eyes to finally settle on his face. Michael’s grin displays his amusement, “Mmm…you’re probably going insane.” His moves, climbing onto the bed and moving to place a leg on either side of your torso. He hovers over you, hand leaving your jaw to drag his calloused fingertips down; down the column of your throat, tracing the curves of your collarbones, down between valley of your breasts, slowly down the soft skin of your stomach, down, down, down.

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sometimes i’m overwhelmed by calum like he is a 6+ ft caramel colored boy who is an amazing singer/bass player with pretty pouty lips and gorgeous deep brown eyes and a killer body and nice tattoos and has the personality of a small puppy but also can turn me on like no one’s business

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i love him so much

(x)

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little things i love about calum

you can see his lisp when he talks

his inability to grow facial hair

his jawline could cut a bitch

he is so sentimental that he has his sister’s name and parents initials tattooed on him

he made us a playlist named ‘for you, from me’

his lil baby curls 

the two moles on his cheek

the golden tone of his skin

how he’s so quiet in interviews but when he talks everyone listens

he is always accidentally covering the microphone in snapchats

he dm’s fans on twitter, telling them to keep living

he was really involved with twloha

he is so incredibly passionate and talented

when he doesn’t know what to say he sticks his tongue out

he’s always telling us how attractive we are

he has a really good relationship with his sister

he’s fucking obsessed with dogs

he writes the most beautiful songs

how when he laughs the corner of his eyes get all crinkly

his teeth are literally perfect???? how???

he gave up a whole soccer career to pursue music

he loves music so much 

he always remembers to say thank you, to his parents, to us, to his crew, etc

he’s always feeling up his tiddies 

cheekbones, need i say more

he’s got a resting bitch face, but a heart of gold

he puts up with michael’s shit

he’s learned from his mistakes

his chubby cheeks

all around squish

he’s always posting pictures of his butt

he’s always forgetting his lines

when he stretches his tummy shows

he gets so bashful when someone compliments him

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he’s only walking, but i feel disrespected

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Some advice for when you’re writing and find yourself stuck in the middle of a scene:

kill someone

ask this question: “What could go wrong?” and write exactly how it goes wrong

switch the POV from your current character to another - a minor character, the antagonist, anyone

stop writing whatever scene you’re struggling with and skip to the next one you want to write

write the ending

write a sex scene

use a scene prompt

use sentence starters

read someone else’s writing

Never delete. Never read what you’ve already written. Pass Go, collect your $200, and keep going.

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SECRETS - Chapter 2 (Calum Hood)

Secrets Masterlist//Mobile

CHAPTER 2: CALUM WALKER.

Calum hadn’t been able to get a good night’s sleep since that last dream. Every time he closed his eyes, that same couple returned. Every dream felt so real to him and it was beginning to freak him out. Sometimes he felt like he was going insane. Why was it the same two people? What did it all mean? What were they trying to tell him? He distracted himself from thinking about the nightmares by studying and going out to drink, but the distractions never lasted long enough. It’s been nearly a month now and he’s been unable to stop thinking about it. He wondered if it would ever go away.

He and Adam were in Washington Square Park, kicking a soccer ball around. It was another form of distraction for Calum. Adam tried to get him to talk about what was going on with him, but Calum refused, so he just tried to be there for his friend when he needed it. They were kicking the ball back and forth – Calum showed off his skills every once in a while, which made Adam roll his eyes every time, but at the same time, feel impressed – when he ran into something that would help him feel at ease again. Literally. The next time Adam had kicked the ball back, Calum missed it with his foot. He turned around and chased after it, keeping his eyes on the ball the entire time as he ran. He was running fast and somewhere along the way, he nearly tripped. He tried to keep his balance, but still not paying attention to what was around him, he ended up crashing into someone, making them both fall on the grass. Calum rolled off of the person, groaning in pain from the impact.

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