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cdizzleswizzleformepls · 3 years ago

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can you please please write a lazy morning smut w cal where he’s tired and needy and it’s cute 😭😭

I shall give this a good ol' try!!!

SLOPPY KISSES Warnings: smut(duh lol!), oral(m receiving), begging, unprotected sex, swearing Word Count: 1,099 Summary: You and Cal finally have a day off together. Away from work, stress, and most importantly, THE BOYS. You haven't had sex in weeks and Cal's a liiiiitle desperate.

All night, you had been tossing and turning waiting for Calum to come home. He had texted you a few hours ago, telling you that he was coming home late, again. The album was almost done and he had been staying in the studio late with the boys. You looked at the time on your phone and saw that it said 1:30AM. You finally gave up and decided to let your mind drift off to sleep.

You felt a weight on Calum's side of the bed, so you turned over to greet your sleepy boyfriend.

"Cal? What time is it?" You said half awake.

"5 o'clock..." You could tell that he was also half awake.

"Woah! What? Why are you coming in so late?"

"It's done. Babe, it's finally fucking done!" You shot up from your position in the bed and jumped into his arms, straddling him.

"You're joking!" He shook his head. He pulled you in tighter and kissed you with all the passion he could. You and Calum hadn't fucked in weeks because of the album and his schedule. He laid you down in front of him on the bed and started unbuttoning his pants. "Cal it's 5 in the morning and you haven't slept. Can't this wait until tomorrow? You finally have a day off!"

"No fuck that! I haven't tasted you in weeks." His words sent a chill down your spine. "Please babe. Let me fuck you. I need to feel you around my cock baby." And with that, you couldn't take it anymore. You wanted to feel him inside you. You needed to feel him touch you in the places you've been craving for what felt like forever.

"Fuck. Fine! But lay down. I think we should celebrate." You got up from the bed and pushed Calum by the chest so he was laying down. "I'm sure you've been feeling stressed and you deserve some help."

"Y/N..." He moaned and you hadn't even touched him yet. Calum needed your touch.

When suddenly, his phone rang. Aggravated, Calum groaned and looked at who the hell could be calling him at this hour. It was Luke.

"Dude!" Lukes voice rang through the phone.

"What?" Calum's tone had an edge. It was partly because he was exhausted, but also because his sweats were practically ripping at the seams with how hard he was. You wanted to tease him a bit, so you slipped your fingers into the hem of his boxers and teasingly pulled his sweats and boxers down in one motion. Calum's hard cock sprung back, hitting his stomach, precum already dripping from his tip.

"You disappeared! We wanted to get breakfast and celebrate." you heard Luke say, way too excited to be getting food this early in the morning. You looked up at Calum and he looked down at you. The sight of you inches from his throbbing cock made his eyes roll back. You took his shaft into your hand and licked the precum off, feeling him shudder under you.

"Mate, please. I'm way t-too tired to g-go out r-right now," he stuttered as you teased.

"Cal, no! C'mon! You can rest tomorrow!" Luke persisted. Calum looked at you again and you shook your head. You wrapped your fingers around him and began pumping him slowly. A quiet moan escaped his lips.

"Go fuck yourself mate" Cal said.

"No bro wai-"

"Good night, Luke" and he hung up the phone. You went back to stroking him, focusing a little too much on the part that drives him wild. "Oh my God, baby. Please! Please don't tease me anymore," he begged. You didn't want to give in too quickly, so you took his tip into your mouth, sucking and licking around his head. You felt him twitch, so you took his entire length into your mouth. "Fuck Y/N!" Cal took you by the hair and slowly thrusted into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. "Yes baby. Take it! Fuck you look so pretty around my cock." He took himself out of your mouth and sat up. "If you keep sucking me off like that, I might just cum in your mouth and I don't want that just yet."

You both strip yourselves of all your clothing and you laid down in the middle of the bed. Calum lined himself up with your dripping center and rubbed his tip on your cunt, collecting your juices. He spread your legs further and thrusted his full length into you. Giving you a second to adjust to his size because it's been a while since you've felt him inside you.

"Oh my God, Calum!" you screamed. He started moving slowly, allowing you to get used to the familiar feeling. The pain was quickly replaced with pure pleasure. "Babe, you can fuck me now. Please!"

"As you wish," he agreed. He thrusted into deeply, finding a comfortable rhythm that quickly sent you over the edge. You felt your orgasm rising and you know you wouldn't be able to last. Calum continued to thrust into you lazily. Lazily, but still hard and hitting that spot that only he could find. Calum could feel you squeeze around him and he could tell that you were close. His fingers found their way to your clit, rubbling little circles around it as you moaned in ecstasy. He continued to fuck you just like that, thrusting deeply and rubbing your clit, until his thrusts became sloppy and losing rhythm. He was about to cum too.

"Fuck Y/N! We aren't gonna last much longer," he moaned.

"That's okay," you said between moans, "Cum for me Cal! I wanna feel your cum inside me, baby." You came hard all over his cock and Calum followed shortly after. He continued to pump into you slowly, riding out your orgasm.

He laid beside you, giving you sloppy kisses along your neck and shoulder. You looked at the time and realized it was just after 6AM, the sun peaking through the dark curtains of your room. You both were utterly exhausted and full of euphoria.

"Holy shit! It's late. I think we should go to bed," you said quietly, your eyes already closed. Calum pulled you closer into his bare chest.

"Mhmm... you're gonna need your rest. We're fucking all day tomorrow." A giggle escaped your lips as Cal kissed your forehead gently. "I love you, so much Y/N"

"I love you more," you whispered. "Good night, Cal"

You shared a kiss and you both drifted off to sleep.

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cdizzleswizzleformepls · 3 years ago

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can you do a little blurb about clingy harry :))) maybe one where he's sick and just wants you??

just one smooch

harry styles x actress!reader

summary: Harry is feeling sick and there is only one person who can make him feel better. masterlist

warnings: sickness, one kinda sex joke

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this is technically part of the SOH universe but it can be read as a stand alone

January, 2015

Standing in the freezing rain for that god-damn music video scene that didn't even make it into the final video really made Harry's cold feel so much worse.

Last time Harry was sick was when he got food poisoning for eating one too many airplane meals—and that was 3 years ago. Harry's had years of traveling under his belt and now knows how to get good food to avoid the upset stomach, but he has no idea why he feels so groggy.

It didn't help that Harry woke up alone, which always put a damper on his mood. He found that his king size bed feels almost too big when he rolled over again, and again, to try to feel her presence.

This morning, and late into yesterday, Y/n had a call back for another un-named project—she would never tell him what movie or role she would audition for, and then inevitably get of course. She liked seeing the surprise on his face when it was publicly announced.

But now this all means that Harry will be alone for the next hour.

He sighed and rolled over to his side. He reached over to his bedside table to get his phone, but got his phone and a little stickie note attached.

Miss you, love! I'll be back soon enough and then we can spend the whole day together! I'll pick up some take-out from that place you like too!

Keep the bed warm xo

Harry smiled and thought about how he should really get up to fix himself up for Y/n; the sight she saw when she got up must not of been that pretty, Harry thought, he better make himself presentable before she came back.

He rose up and immediately collapsed back down to the comfort of his pillows. His head did not feel like that two seconds ago, and when did he get all cold all of a sudden?

He groaned and withered away in the bed for much longer then what he should of. But he did make the genius idea to keep his sickness on the down low.

He sneezed as he got on his clothes and brushed his teeth. He soon moved onto doing his hair, then finding some of the stage makeup he uses for interviews to give a hint of color back to his face so he wouldn't look too deathly ill.

Soon enough, he heard the front door to his apartment and a cheery sound ring out. Harry got one last sneeze out before he came out of the bathroom and put on a happy smile.

"Hey! How'd it go?" Harry asked, taking her bag and the take out from her hands and putting it on the counter.

She smiled, sly, and a little shy too. "I think it went really well-"

Harry couldn't cover the sneeze. It was loud, obnoxious, and too middle-aged-man for Harry's taste. It made him feel worse then before, it almost felt this sickness was aging him a little too quickly.

“You were saying, love.” He smiled, asking her to continue. He tried to stand as nonchalantly as he possibly could, but it didn’t matter.

Y/n didn’t look all that impressed. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That earthquake of a sneeze.” She put the back of her hand on his forehead, getting a feel of how hot it was.

“Stop worrying, just a sneeze.”

“You’ve got to of have a fever if you think that was just a sneeze.” She removed her hand. “And I think you do, babe.”

She moved around him and went to the bathroom, Harry following right behind, to get the thermometer. Harry liked how Y/n new where to go in his flat, made it feel almost more home-like.

Harry sat on the counter, liking the way Y/n scoffed and mumbled big baby under her breath. Sometimes the couple would take turns sitting on the counter, doing each other’s skin care and leaving little kisses all over. But in this case it was to get his temperature.

Harry had a dopey smile on his face, although she knew all too well that he must be feeling really under the weather. But she appreciated how calm he was when he was sick, it made Y/n feel better about taking care of him since it wasn't too much work.

She put the gadget on Harry’s forehead, and then read the temperature. “37.3.” She sighed. “Not a fever fever, but a little worrying.”

“What does that mean, doctor?”

“It means that you are on bed rest.” Harry groaned which resulted in a smile from Y/n. “Come on.”

“But the take out—“

“But you need fluids, not a brown rice bowl with enough beans to make you gassy.”

“I do not get gassy.” Harry sternly said as he collapsed back onto the bed. Y/n’s footsteps wandered off then quickly came back with some water.

“Drink, big baby.”

“M’ your big baby.”

“That’s right.” Y/n mumbled, hand through his hair and a kiss on the forehead. “Lemme get you a damp cloth.”

“Mm k.” Harry sleepily said. His head on the pillow and the softness of his loves voice, soothing him to sleep.

“Hey don’t fall asleep on me just yet.” She placed the cold damp cloth on his head., holding his hand with her free one. “You need some food in you.”

“Bed ‘s comfy though.” He rebutted. “Get in ‘ere with me. I can show you a good time.”

“I don’t want your mouth anywhere on me.” She deadpanned.

Harry gasped, acting as if he was now physically hurt. “Never say those words again.”

“Mhm.”

“I have never felt more betrayed.”

“Mhm.”

“When I’m feeling better you’re going to feel so good.”

“Mhm.” She let go of his hand—pout ensured—and got up. “I’m going to make soup alright? No falling asleep.”

“Okay.” Harry reluctantly agreed, hating to watch her leave. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She left Harry to his own devices as she entered his kitchen. It was neat and tidy, just like Harry always kept it. Out of the duo, Harry was defiantly the cleaner, which always worked well in comparison to Y/n stress baking.

Y/n got to work right away, making a soup with a recipe Anne had given to her as a cure all medicine, which, she thought, would do the trick. Harry had all of the ingredients in the fridge, so it took a quick few minutes of chopping, brewing, and seasoning to get it just right.

She dished some up in a bowl, and another for her, then carefully walked back to the room. “Eat up.”

“Thanks.” Harry sat up right away, taking the bowl and spoon and practically inhaling the soup. “Fuck that’s so good.” Harry practically moaned.

“Oh I thought you hated it.” She mumbled, chucking under her breath.

“‘Ey! What’s so funny?” Harry asked, a little dribble of soup trailing down his face.

“Nothing. Just love you.”

“Awe babe, you’re making me blush.” Harry smiled. “Give me a kiss.” Harry pouted his lips and leaned in, causing her to arch her back to get away.

“No. I don’t want any of your germs.” She shooed him back, the pout coming back.

“Please, I’ll feel a hundred times better.” Harry begged. “Just one little smooch.”

Y/n seemed to consider this. She did really want a kiss from him, the last one she got was last night and that was too long ago.

“Fine, but you better not get me sick—“

His lips were on her’s. His lips were dry and his face was burning, but it was a much needed kiss.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” Harry sighed, resting his forehead on hers. “You know I would do the same for you, right.”

“Of course babe.” Y/n kissed him on the nose then patted his cheek. “You need some rest.”

Harry nodded, sleep hitting him quick. She took his bowl and placed it on the side table; Harry knew he’d have a nice dream. One where they're together, under one roof, under one house, one home.

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cdizzleswizzleformepls · 3 years ago

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i just posted my first smut and I'm a liiiiiiittle nervous. if you wanted to leave any comments letting me know how i did, i would absolutely appreciate it!!! thankyouthankyouthankyou!!

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cdizzleswizzleformepls · 3 years ago

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definitely need more Luke 5sos smut pleaseee

Your wish is my command!

Luke Overhears a Conversation Between You and a Friend

Warnings: smut(duh lol), spanking, degrading, rough sex

You’re talking to a friend about how frustrated you are sexually. It just isn’t enough to have regular vanilla sex anymore. You’re bored, BUT Luke has an idea that might change your mind.

“Y/BFF/N, I love him. I really do, but fuck! I just wish that he would do more! Smack my ass, choke me, pull my hair, ANYTHING!” You were frustrated. Your sex life with your boyfriend, Luke, had been anything but exciting. At the beginning of your relationship, you could barely keep your hands off of each other. Before his shows, after his shows, on the way home from his shows, on every piece of furniture of your shared apartment. Since his band had taken off, he barely had time to fuck you, let alone fuck you all night. So, you were ranting to your best friend. Hoping that you would just let off some steam and go to bed.

“Damn, I’m sorry Y/N. Have you tried talking to him about it?” She asked.

“No,” you shrugged, embarrassed. “I just don’t want him to think I’m not happy or satisfied!”

“But, you aren’t satisfied…” she said in a mocking tone.

“FINE! Okay, I’m not satisfied, but I don’t want him to feel embarrassed.” Little did you know, Luke was listening from outside the door.

“Not satisfied about what?” He said. You could tell he was angry. You usually kept your sex life private. That was your time. You had just broken a huge rule and you would eventually receive the consequences for that.

“Hey babe,” a nervous giggle escaped your lips. “I was just talking to Y/BFF/N! No biggie”

“Y/BFF/N… Y/N is gonna have to call you back.” He took your phone, hung up the call, and tossed it aside. You were sitting on your bed looking up at him. You knew you had made a mistake, so you tried your best to look as innocent as possible. “So you’re telling Y/BFF/N that I haven’t been keeping you satisfied?” You nodded coyly. “And you want me *spice* things up for you… Did I hear that correctly?” You nodded again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.” He moved closer to you. His eyes burning holes in yours. “Use your words princess.”

“Ye-yessir” You stuttered. He had never spoken to you this way before. His words had an edge, a sort of harshness that was new to you. His mood alone was making you wetter than you had ever been.

“Take your jeans off.” He ordered. You got up and did as you were told. If you complied to his demands, then maybe your night would be going in a totally different direction. He pulled you onto his lap, your stomach on his thighs and your ass in the air. “You shouldn’t have told Y/BFF/N anything without my permission. Is that clear?”

“Yessir.” God you were turned on. Was this it? Was Luke Hemmings gonna fuck your brains out the way you've been praying he would? Slowly, he pulled your panties down pass your ass. In one quick motion, his hand made contact. The sting of his slap was quickly taken over by bliss.

“Count.” He demanded

“O-one.” you stuttered, wanting more. His hand came down hard on your ass again. “Two.” you moaned, aching for another. “Three… fuck.” He gave you two more spankings, each one feeling better than the last. He ran his finger along your slit, collecting the juices.

“Look at you. Turned on by your punishment. Get on your knees, now.” You got off of his lap and took your position in between his legs. He took off your clothes, leaving you in your bra and panties. Luke unzipped his jeans, slowly, almost teasing you. When he finally took off the rest of his clothes, his member was inches from your mouth. He took you by your hair, making a ponytail. You took as much of his cock into your mouth as possible, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag. The feeling of you gagging around his cock made Luke lose his mind. "Fuck princess. Your mouth feels so good around me," he said between moans. He thrusted into your throat, face fucking you until you couldn't breathe. Tears started welling in your eyes and he finally pulled out. "I can't take it anymore princess! Get up!"

You lay down on your back, craving the feeling of him inside you. "Uh uh, baby," he disagreed, "I'm fucking you from behind today!" He grabbed your ankles and flipped you over. Grabbing your hips he pulled your ass into the air. Luke took you by the hips and slid his cock inside of you without hesitation. He fucked you hard, pulling all the way out and ramming all the way into you without giving you time to adjust. You could feel his fingers digging into your skin. That would absolutely leave bruises later.

"Fuck Luke!" His hand came down on your ass again, hard. Your ass was already so sensitive from the spankings he gave you earlier but it felt so fucking good.

"Is this what you fucking wanted?! You wanted to be fucked like the slut you are." His words only sending you further into your orgasm. "Your close aren't you princess?" he asked.

"Y-yessir" you couldn't take it anymore. You were so close. Luke's hand found his way to your clit and he started rubbing fast circles. You arched your back and held onto the sheets. "Luke fuck! I'm go-gonna cum!" Unable to hold it anymore, you came hard all over his cock.

"Fuck baby me too." He pulled out and you felt his warm cum all over your back.

Both panting and out of breath, he bent over and kissed the back of your head. "I'm gonna grab you a towel my love," he said reassuringly. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped your back clean. Luke kissed your ass, seeing that it was bright red and sore. "Was that too much?" he asked climbing next to you, pulling you into his chest.

"No! No! Oh God no!" Tonight had been the most exhilarating night of your life. Watching Luke take control like that had been your newest fantasy and you were taken over by bliss right now. "I might have to disobey you more often. A giggle escaped Lukes lips.

"I might have to find more punishments for you if you do," you both giggled again and shared a very loving kiss.

#luke hemmings smut #luke smut #luke hemmings #smut #smut imagine #5 seconds of summer smut

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cdizzleswizzleformepls · 3 years ago

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hiiiii ive gotten a few requests for some smutty ass shit! they’re coming! imma just need a minute but thank you for the ideas babes!

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cdizzleswizzleformepls · 3 years ago

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i LOVE writing imagine and smut…. if anyone has any request let me knooowwww

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cdizzleswizzleformepls · 3 years ago

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Not to sound like a bitch but I miss the days when popular books were about something.

The Hunger Games was political commentary about the dangers of late stage capitalism and class separation. Twilight was about the complicated teenage experience and emotions. The Fault in Our Stars was about hope and grief.

I didn’t care for any of these books for a multitude of reasons I don’t have time to get into, but they were about something. They were popular, and they were about something.

Now, most books are just about tropes, or books that came before.

There is no commentary besides “enemies to lovers” or “childhood friends”. There is no substance besides “it’s like the hunger games but with sex”.

Now, I really believe in the importance of casual storytelling or “filler”. I think stories that are told to entertain are important to writing culture. I think we all deserve to turn off the brain and laugh or listen to a story. I don’t think every novel should be a deep form of expression, and I think just writing for fun or for joy is valuable.

But now almost all popular books are just filler. They aren’t about anything. They are simply content machines and I think they’ve encouraged people to look at writing at such a surface level.

I want popular books that mean something.

Books that are about inconsolable grief. I want books that are about growing up alone or refusing to grow up. I want books that discuss joy and heritage and experience. I want books that are a love letter to the authors family or the authors history. I want books that feel like burning old photos. I want books that make the reader an important part of the story. I want tales of narrative importance. I want stories that come alive with the spirit of all that inspired it.

I want books that mean something and I want books that are about something.

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