#calum hood snippet

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they had no business writing beside you, such a mature and emotional long distance love song aged 15-17 but here we are

[undersugarnights]

we need a calum fic with lots of praise and him being a little dominant please and thank you <3

All I Need

✦ MDNI — 18+ Only ✦

✧ pairing: calum hood x reader

✧ summary: it’s just you and calum in the rainy woods, nothing stopping you from giving in to each other in every way.

✧ word count: 3.3k

✧ title: all i need by radiohead

✧ author’s note: when i got this ask all i could think of was “holy shit this is essentially him in the smuts of my new fic” so after consulting the “council” i decided to post a smut from the fic as a little snippet LMAO. it’s edited into an x reader, but it’s the same scene that you’ll hopefully read when i do put out this fic. ANYWAYS. enjoy <33

(special thanks to zuza for editing this for me, ur a life SAVERRRR)

Copyright © 2024 undersugarnights. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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The night air was crisp as you and Calum sped down the highway on his bike. There was something deeply comforting about being with him—a quiet steadiness that felt both grounding and oddly familiar, like you’d known him forever.

The wind whipped past, carrying your laughter as you threw your head back, savoring the freedom that came with the open road. You could hear Calum’s chuckle in response, low and warm, and it only made you laugh harder, the sound blending with the steady hum of the engine beneath you.

When he finally pulled off the road and into the edge of the forest, parking the bike, a nervous flutter settled in your chest. This moment felt so different from all the others you’d shared—those times forced together by circumstance. Now, under the quiet canopy of the night, it was just the two of you, with no obligations or pretense. Calum’s smile was as bright and infectious as ever, and it made your nerves soften, if only slightly.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low, his smile shifting into something softer. The weight of his gaze made your heart race, but before you could process it—or say anything in return—fat raindrops began to fall.

The first few landed lightly on your skin, cool and scattered, but in moments the drizzle turned into a downpour. Calum spluttered in surprise, brushing rain from his face, while you threw your head back with a loud, carefree laugh.

You had expected the rain—this was Seattle, after all—but there was something thrilling about the way it drenched you both, soaking your clothes and hair within seconds. Pulling away from Calum’s embrace, you held onto his hand and twirled in delight, the rain mingling with your laughter as thunder rolled in the distance.

The rain quickly soaked through your clothes, making your shirt and jeans cling heavily to your skin, but none of it seemed to matter. Calum stood beside you, his lips curved into a faint, amused smile. His hair was plastered to his forehead, rain dripping from the dark strands as he tried—unsuccessfully—to look annoyed.

But you knew better. You caught the laughter dancing in his eyes, the way his barely contained smile betrayed the truth. It wasn’t irritation; it was something softer, warmer—something that made your heart skip a beat despite the chill of the rain.

“You look adorable,” you giggled, brushing the rain-soaked hair from Calum’s face. “Like a wet puppy.”

Calum let out a soft grumble but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped as he met your grin. “Should’ve known it was gonna rain,” he muttered, shaking his head. “And you like that, don’t you? Knew it was coming.”

You gave a nonchalant shrug, slipping your hand into his and leading him a few steps farther from the bike. The rain fell steadily, soaking you both as Calum’s arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You tilted your head up to look at him, your hair a dripping mess, water clinging to your face, but the playful spark in your eyes remained.

“We’ve never danced together,” you murmured, your voice soft yet teasing against the steady rhythm of the rain.

Calum raised a brow, brushing the wet hair from his face with a smirk. “So, you want to dance in the rain?” he asked, already knowing the answer from the way you grinned.

Instead of waiting for a response, his hands shifted firmly to your waist, lifting you effortlessly off the ground as he spun you around. Your laugh rang out, bright and carefree, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. For a fleeting moment, joy swept through you both, unrestrained and electric, the rain the only witness to your impromptu dance.

He held you close as you moved together, your soaked clothes clinging to your bodies like a second skin. Mud splashed up your bare feet as you swirled, but neither of you seemed to care. The world around you faded, leaving only the rhythm of the rain and the warmth of his touch.

In his arms, you felt normal-just a girl with a guy who understood her, who looked at her as though she was something precious, something extraordinary. The weight of your past hadn't disappeared, but in this moment, it felt lighter. It felt conquerable. Like maybe, just maybe, the two of you could make it through anything.

Calum leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, warm and grounding against the cool rain. When he pulled back, his hands stayed on your waist as the two of you continued to sway, caught in a quiet, tender rhythm. But then his gaze dropped, and his eyes widened slightly as they landed on your chest.

A mischievous grin spread across his face.

“So..you just skip the bra pretty often?” he teased, his tone playful as his eyes flicked up to yours, gesturing at the hardened peaks visible through your soaked white shirt.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. “Enjoying the view, are you?” you shot back, matching his playful tone.

“Absolutely,” he admitted without missing a beat, his grin widening as he pulled you closer.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. “What can I say?” You shrugged. “I got my nipples pierced for a reason. Can’t let them go to waste without showing them off a little.”

Calum’s expression darkened, his hands tightening on your waist. “So this was all part of your plan?” he murmured, his voice lower now. “Ditch the bra, wear a white shirt, all in hopes of getting my attention? Did you factor in the rain too?”

You laughed, throwing your head back in pure amusement. “Yes!” you teased. “You’ve got me! I don’t know what to do now.”

Calum laughed, shaking his head as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” His tone was dripping with fondness, and maybe a little bit of desire too.

You bit your lip, feeling the atmosphere shift from lighthearted to something heavier—thick with heat and desire. “You know what they say,” you murmured, letting your hands slide up to Calum’s broad shoulders. “Don’t stick your dick in crazy.”

Calum's eyes flicked down to your chest, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“Don't tell me what to do,” he whispered, his voice low and strained before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

You responded eagerly, pulling him closer, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as the rain slicked your skin. Calum's hands gripped your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he deepened the kiss, the intensity pulling you into something electric, something that burned despite the cold drizzle falling around you.

When his tongue brushed against yours, a muffled moan escaped your lips, swallowed by the storm of his kiss. You barely noticed you were moving until the shift in air and the firm coolness beneath your thighs pulled you back to reality.

You blinked, realizing he'd set you down on the seat of his bike, the rain slowing to a soft patter around you due to the cover of the trees. Your heart fluttered as you leaned back on the steering, watching as Calum straddled the bike so that he was facing you. He shrugged off his sopping wet jacket, followed by his shirt.

You let your eyes rake through his lean body, the way the skin stretched so thinly over the muscle and the tattoos that littered his skin. Calum’s lips latched on to your neck, causing your eyes to flutter shut as you let out a blissful sigh.

His hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and bunching the fabric above your chest, leaving you exposed to him. “You're so fucking pretty,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as he pressed kisses down your throat, along your collarbone, and lower to your chest. His lips left a trail of heat in their wake, igniting a fire that coiled deep in your stomach.

“You're my addiction.” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin before pressing a kiss to your nipple, making you shiver. “All I need. You're all I need.”

His mouth closed around your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, and you arched against him with a soft gasp. Pleasure blurred your thoughts, but something about his words tugged at the edge of your mind.

They felt familiar— too familiar.

It took a moment to click, and by the time it did, Calum was already working open the button of your jeans.

“Wait,” you said, breathless and slightly dazed, your hands pressing against his chest. His dark eyes snapped up to meet yours, confusion flickering across his face. “Did you just—did you just quote Radiohead while trying to get into my pants?”

“I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or turned on that you noticed that,” he chuckled, tugging the heavy fabric of your jeans down your legs. Thankfully, they were a bit loose, making it easier than expected. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft skin of your thigh. “But I mean it— you really are everything.”

Calum smirked, kneeling before you and sliding your damp underwear down your legs. The cool air and the chill of the bike's seat made you hiss softly, your half-lidded eyes following his every move. He pressed gentle kisses up your leg, each one slower than the last, before finally brushing a tender kiss to your clit. The sensation made you jolt, your fingers gripping the edges of the bike for support.

Then, he straightened, leaning over you until their faces were inches apart, his breath warm against your rain-cooled skin.

“Calum,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need as his middle finger teased your entrance, collecting the slickness there but refusing to go further.

He smirked against your neck, trailing hot kisses along your pulse. “Please,” you whispered, your voice breaking as your hips instinctively tilted toward him, desperate for more. “Do something.”

“You sound so pretty when you beg, did I mention that, Princess?” His voice was a husky whisper as his finger continued to make teasing circles around your entrance. He wasn’t giving you what you wanted, at least not without a fight.

“Please,” you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut as your entire body pulsed with need. You couldn't stop yourself from rutting your hips against Calum's teasing fingers, desperate for even a hint of relief.

Calum chuckled low against your collarbone, the vibration of his voice sending shivers through you. Drops of rainwater dripped from his damp hair onto your heated skin, making you shiver again. Slowly, agonizingly, he slid just the very tip of his finger inside you. It was nothing—just a tease—and it drove you insane.

“Fuck—please,” you gasped, your voice breaking with frustration. “I need you—“

“Spell it out for me, Y/N,” he growled, his voice rough and demanding. “Tell me what you want. I'm not a mind reader.”

A sudden, animalistic surge of desire crashed over you, and you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze through your lashes. Your lips parted, and your voice came out in a desperate, breathless whine.

“I need you to fill me up,” you begged, the words raw and unrestrained. “Fuck me like I'm your filthy slut.”

Calum’s eyes darkened significantly as he slid the rest of his finger inside you, accompanied by another one. The stretch made your back arch, and you let out a moan as he curled his fingers perfectly inside you. “Good fucking girl,” He growled, biting the skin of your neck harshly. “You’re such a perfect girl f’me.”

His lips crashed against yours, swallowing every desperate moan that spilled from you as his fingers worked you relentlessly. The slick, wet sounds of his movements mixed with the steady rhythm of the rain falling around you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, clutching for support as your body trembled with need.

“Such a little whore for my fingers, aren't you?” Calum chuckled, his voice dripping with arrogance. His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing it in just the way he knew drove you insane.

Your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, and you threw your head back, resting against the handlebars as your breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps. “Please,” you begged, your voice breaking. “I want to come on your cock.”

Your words seemed to ignite something in him. Calum withdrew his hand, leaving you whimpering at the loss. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a deliberate slowness, his dark eyes locked on yours.

You barely had a moment to catch your breath before he focused his attention on the button of his jeans, shoving them down just enough along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, slapping against his stomach as he leaned closer.

“You want more, Princess?” he growled, the teasing edge in his voice making your toes curl. He dragged the tip over your swollen clit, eliciting a sharp cry from you.

“Then you're gonna fucking take it,” he snarled, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. “You're gonna take it so well for me, like the good little whore you are.”

You found yourself nodding eagerly, your breathing having hitched at his words. You gripped his biceps tightly as he sank into you inch by inch, seemingly determined to drag the moment on for as long as he could. Finally, when he was buried to the hilt, he let out a moan. “You feel so fucking good,” He muttered. “So wet, so fucking tight. Love this pretty little pussy, and it’s all mine.”

“It's yours,” you gasped, your voice breathless and shaky as Calum began snapping his hips against yours with an unrelenting rhythm. He didn't give you a moment to adjust, the sharp edge of the pain only heightening the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you. You felt stretched, completely filled, as your nails raked down his back without mercy.

He hissed at the sensation, his breath catching before he crushed his lips to yours in a bruising, desperate kiss. His hips continued their punishing pace, each thrust driving you harder against the cool, unyielding metal of his bike. The intensity of it all blurred the lines between pain and pleasure, leaving nothing but raw, electric connection in its wake.

Your head fell back as you cried out into the night, droplets of water still falling onto your bodies, making everything so much slicker. You shivered as Calum began to suck at your sweet spot right where your pulse beat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Look at you,” He moaned between kisses. “Taking me so well, it’s like you were made for this, made to take my cock, weren’t you? My filthy little slut.”

“I’m yours.” You were beginning to grow dizzy with how much the pleasure began to build up in your stomach, the familiar sense of nearing the edge finally occurring. “Fuck, I’m all yours, made for you.”

Your thighs trembled, your entire body tightening around him as he continued to pound into you. “I’m so close,” you sobbed into his shoulder. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Calum’s thumb found your clit again, rubbing tight, deliberate circles around it as his hips continued to snap into yours. “Come for me, Princess,” he urged, his voice commanding. “Clench around me— make a mess out of my cock.”

With a broken cry, you felt your orgasm finally wash over you with such intensity that your vision went black for a second. Your nails dug harshly into Calum’s biceps as you rode out your high, quickly growing more and more sensitive.

Your moans quickly shifted into overstimulated whimpers as your body writhed beneath him, your muscles twitching with sensitivity. You tried to pull away, but Calum's firm grip on your hips kept you in place.

“Sit still, babygirl,” he commanded, his voice rough and strained as his thrusts became more erratic. “I told you to take it, so take it.”

You bit down on your lip, the cool rain mingling with the heat radiating off your skin as you surrendered to him, letting him use you to chase his release. Your breaths came in short, shallow gasps, and before you could think better of it, the words tumbled out of her mouth.

“Come on my face,” you whispered, the request barely audible over the rain.

Calum froze for a moment, your words hitting him like a lightning bolt. Then, with a guttural groan, he pulled out of you, stumbling back off the bike in his urgency. His hand worked furiously over himself, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

You felt a fleeting emptiness as he left you, but the anticipation building in your chest quickly replaced it. You leaned back against the handlebars, sticking your tongue out and meeting his gaze with a mix of submission and challenge.

That was all it took. With a strained, guttural moan, Calum finally gave in, his release spilling onto your waiting tongue and heated skin. You moaned softly at the taste, your fingers reaching up to wipe the streaks from your cheeks, gathering as much as you could.

Calum watched you, wide-eyed and breathless, his chest still heaving. His mouth fell open as you licked your fingers clean, your eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction. “Taste so fucking good,” you murmured, your voice husky and dripping with praise.

Before you could say anything else, Calum closed the distance between them, crashing his lips against your. It was quick but heated, his tongue exploring your mouth— seemingly desperate to taste himself.

When he pulled away, still breathless, Calum looked down at you with awe etched across his face. “You're so perfect,” he whispered, his voice soft but full of conviction.

Quickly, he tucked himself back into his pants and helped you shimmy into yours, his movements gentle but efficient. Your shirt was still bunched up just below your collarbone, and he couldn't resist leaning down to place a lingering kiss on each hardened nipple before reluctantly pulling the fabric down to cover you. The wet fabric was more than a little uncomfortable, but you could hardly bring yourself to care.

“Only for you,” you murmured, your voice tender as you watched him. You loved the way his fingers brushed through your damp hair, the way his gaze held yours as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

Calum's lips quirked into a small, shy smile as he leaned in to press a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. “I really hope so,” he murmured, his tone carrying an unexpected vulnerability.

He squeezed your hand, intertwining your fingers as he straightened up. “But we should get back before we both catch a cold,” he added with a playful grin, his voice light and teasing, though his eyes still shone with unspoken affection.

You let out a soft, resigned sigh. “You're probably right,” you pouted, resting your head against his chest. You didn't want this moment to end, finding comfort in the quiet of the forest and the gentle rain as long as Calum was there.

“Don't sound too sad,” Calum murmured, tilting your chin up so your eyes met. His expression was warm, teasing. “We can head back, take a hot shower, get rid of these soaked clothes. Maybe do this—” he gestured to the bike with a shy smile. “Once or twice more.”

You grinned, your lips curving against his as you leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You really know how to cheer a girl up,” you teased, lacing your fingers with his. “I'm down. Though, I might be up for more than one or two extra rounds.Who knows?”

Calum shook his head, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. “Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Maybe I should stick my dick in crazy more often.”

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send in your requests, this has been fun!!!

[pankowcrumbs]

Masterlist for 5 Seconds of Summer, One Direction (minus Liam) and The Vamps

Please request anything you would like to see

Please note I will not take any request to write for Liam for obvious reasons.

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Main MasterList

Calum Hood

💕Summer romance (short series)

A short summer romance with a heartbreaking goodbye

Chapter 1. 2. 3.

💔 Moving Along (one shot)

Story is inspired by the song Moving Along by 5 Seconds of Summer

Luke Hemmings

💕 Tattoo (one shot requested)

Luke comes with you to get your first tattoo.

Ashton Irwin

Michael Clifford

Harry Styles

💕 Unwritten (series)

Y/N is a singer who meets Harry at a red carpet.

Chapter 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.

💕 Weekend at the Cabin (one shot)

a weekend away with Harry and friends leads to something more with extra touches and longing looks from Harry.

❤️‍🔥 I own you (one shot)

"Everything on you i bought and paid for. i think that means i own you too.”

💕 Hushed moments (one shot)

Finding Harry in his home studio quietly singing when he can't sleep

💕 Got That Out of Your System, Princess? (one shot)

After a petty argument you charge Harry's amex a ridiculous amount in a tantrum.

💕Timing (one shot)

falling pregnant at the wrong time? or the right time?

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Harry regrets years later breaking up with you.

💕❤️‍🩹 🖤Try again (one shot)

In the middle of a divorce something happens that brings you both back together.

Dad Harry AU (connected stand alone stories with the same kids Hattie, Felix, Finn and Mabel)

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Telling your kids you're having another baby sister (birth of Mabel)

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While moving house Harry and you reminisce

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Easter with the kids and the chaos.

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A chaotic family holiday to Lake Como

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Harry gushes about his family on Jimmy Fallon

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Snippets of life on tour with the kids

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Harry has trouble letting your youngest daughter Mabel grow up when she is going on her first date.

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Harry really struggled when your youngest Mabel moved out and it's just you two in the house.

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Your eldest Hattie gets married in Tuscany

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Your son Finn is nervous to introduce his boyfriend to the family

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Christmas with the Styles family and an announcement that changes everything

Zayn Malik

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💕 Seagull (one shot requested)

A picnic with Louis ends up with him being chased by a Seagull.

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You and Louis get a new Puppy from the shelter.

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Louis wants another baby

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You see your Ex Brad at your cousin James wedding and it sparks something in you both.

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☆ WIP GAME

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

hehe i took this from @povlnfour hope thats okay <3

also theres really not much the others are still in my head hehe

how you get the girl (LN4)

the great (rvstw)

am i bothering you? (calum hood)

the big three / the sun, the moon, and the star (another fem!driver series ehehe)

since theres very little as u can see, i will also share titles for planned rvstw titles!!

sunburnt / the temptation

white jeans

melody red

secret santa

the rookie

posture

i was very bored and i needed an excuse to talk about them <33

i tag @disneyprincemuke for this cause i need to know all ur secrets

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

It's been a while. But I wanna bring this pair back! Here's a snippet of what I have on my draft, inspired by Calum Hoods' Don't Forget You Love Me. Hehehe

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He’d kept tabs—quietly, through his manager, through whispers from mutual friends—and not once did he hear of you dating anyone. Not officially. Not seriously.

So unless you looked him in the eye and told him it was over—truly over—he wasn’t giving up.

You just needed reminding.

Reminding of who you used to love. Of how you loved him. How your life were and would be laced with him in every corner. He knew you. You were a creature of comfort, of ritual. And Seokjin? He was a habit you’d never quite been able to quit.

High

[seokjin x reader] [1.3k+ angst, smut; male masturbation, ‼️ allusions of addiction]

Now That We Don't Talk | Not In The Same Way | Not Warriors

I hope you think of me highly When you're with someone else

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Seokjin didn't mean to be so invested in the news. He only turned the television on as background noise in his eerily silent apartment.

But seeing your live interview aired on the channel has him sitting on the couch, listening intently to every word you say; waiting for the cameras to pan on your face.

You were always beautiful, but lately, you've been radiant.

He wonders if it has anything to do with your new relationship.

Or maybe just being finally rid of him.

He knows the last months of your relationship weren't smooth-sailing. Truth is, he was lost during those times—often blacked out. He was living high on the celebrity life. He faked his confidence during parties until he no longer had to—of course, with the aid of alcohol and something more.

If only he stayed with you on those nights and rejected the invites when he knew it was getting too much, too fast.

But everything was so new and captivating to him. And he was still an impressionable human being, he wouldn't deny that. Always curious and goes out of his way to dissolve the tension—in the end, everything backfired.

In the worst possible way.

Seokjin's ears perk up at the mention of his name. The host referencing your humble beginnings.

'Oh. Seokjin-ssi and I are pursuing different roles in the industry, I believe. But yes, if a project with him is offered, I would love to work with him. I'm always in awe of his films and regard him highly as an actor.'

At this, his head hangs low and lets out a bitter smile.

He hopes you were telling the truth. He hopes you truly and still think of him highly. Though he's sure if you meet again, he wouldn't be greeted with eyes staring back at him with glimmer and hope, like he could hang the moon if you asked him to. He hopes you remember him when he was at his best and not the Seokjin you left.

And if he happens to be the topic of discussion between you and your lover, he hopes you talk about him like a fond memory.

Moreso, he hopes you still defend him to your friends. They didn't exactly hide how they feel towards him the last time they met at a red carpet event. It was just days after your breakup.

He knew he still had you then. It was because he still had you wrapped around his finger that he thought he would never lose you despite him falling off the wagon again and again and again.

He remembers the spiteful words hurled at him as they tore a tipsy you from his arms. Their words fell on his deaf ears back then and now he gives himself a hard time for not listening. He remains guilty over a lot of things that happened that night. But he will never regret the brief moment he shared with you.

You two are sneaking off from the show like old times, escaping to a room booked under a made-up person, and just spending the remainder of the night in each other's company.

Seokjin slowly palms himself as he closes his eyes at the vivid memory. Every skin he kissed and nipped was so soft—your fragrance so intoxicating, but he thinks that could've just been your pheromones. You were always sweet. He licks his lips at the remembrance of your arousal flowing into his tongue. His wet tongue prodding your warm tight walls.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but you were the reason he always bought cranberry juice—the taste is likened to your clit.

Throwing his head back in the headrest with a groan, Seokjin pulls his sweatpants down to his pants to free his touch-starved cock. He spits on his palm and strokes his member up and down, up and down, all while thinking how you felt that night.

He almost goes soft at the thought that another man held you now; another man feeling you up, making love to you, whispering sweet nothings as you both reach ecstasy.

Does your new lover know how feral you go with a soft nip to your clit? Or how you want your thighs spanked when you're nearing your climax? Can your boyfriend make you cum twice with just his fingers? And when you release, does he know when to pull you in for a kiss—swallowing your whimpers and in return, his tongue would deliver whispered declarations of love.

Seokjin sighs out your name and speeds up his hands on his dick. In a lustful haze, he thinks he can almost taste you. He must be going crazy because he also thinks he heard you whisper in his ear.

I love you, Jin

And that unravels him—toes curling and hips bucking upwards. His cock spurts out strings of cum that landed on his fist and pubic. If you were here, you would lick him clean as if his arousal tasted like your favorite ice cream.

He closes his eyes and imagines you—kneeled infront of him, tongue out and flat for him to clean his cock on. He continues to tug at his cock, milking himself dry.

Fuck. He feels like a pervert fantasizing about an ex girlfriend. Seokjin hadn't been in relationships a lot, but you remain to be the only one who reverts him to his hormonal teenage boy phase. He truly lucked out on you.

Clearing out his lewd thoughts, he thanks whatever god or spirit exists that allows him to keep his thoughts to himself.

-

This is the fourth time his call goes straight to your voicemail.

He wonders if you ever listen to the messages he left. It was probably for the best if you ignored it. Most messages were drunken pleas and booty calls. But this time, he's not calling to bother you, he swears.

Out of all the people who got hurt from his carelessness, you were the one who shouldn’t have and yet came out crushed and wounded.

Seokjin stands in the empty complex—what used to be filled with love and the epitome of home is now barren and cold. He almost cries again at the thought that the next time he comes back here, you won't be welcoming him home. Hell, even the scent on your pillow had faded away. You made sure to clear out all of your things from what once was your shared home, obliterating any shred of evidence that you lived together.

There was a time he gave in to his weakness—he bought a bottle of your perfume and sprayed it in every room. Sadly, it never smelled the same. It lacked you. He baked the same cookies you fed him on your free days, but it never tasted as sweet as yours.

In the middle of the room, Seokjin wades in his sea of regret.

His grip on the phone tightens. He rings you again. One last time, he bargains. Please answer just this once.

It goes to your voicemail.

Clearing his throat, Seokjin wonders how to fit his words within a 30-second recording. This is the last time he could call you in a long time. So, he tries.

"Y/N, it's J-ji-. It's Seokjin. I just really needed you to know that I'm sorry," he chokes. He quickly breathes air into his lungs so as not to lose a second. "I'm going to be away for a while. My agency's putting me in a care center. A-and I want to do this, too. I'm going to get better, I promise. Y/N, you know I still lo-"

Beep

Seokjin swallows the remaining words. It's probably for the best that he was cut off. You were already with someone else.

He can't help feeling bitter and jealous. But he also knows he gave up his right to do something about it the moment he walked away, and you were a saint to tolerate him for so long.

Resignation is the least he could do.

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[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Evil Author Day

I’ve seen some other folks posting these. So here’s a WIP I almost forgot I had in my drafts.

It’s an AU, but are we ever shocked at me and my AU’s. 

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“Keep your chin in.” Calum knows the voice. It’s Bary, the man that owns the gym. His great-great-grandfather opened it. It will be one of Bary’s kids when he decides to give up the ghost. 

Calum takes another step around the ring and sees Bary with his daughter, Shaylenne. She’s not that much older than him he figures. Her chin comes in a little. Arms still swinging at the bag. She keeps her feet shuffling, a little bounce in her step. Calum recognizes that same technique. His is not as graceful as hers. But Calum doesn’t forget the six months he studied with Shaylenne at the dance studio next door. 

He wanted to protest his coach, saying that the ballet lessons would not help him. Of course, Calum was wrong. Good thing he’s just the player. She doesn’t look as graceful as she did in the ballet class. Her face puffy and sweat running down her brown cheeks. Her teeth are gritted. Calum can see the tell signs of a mouthguard pushing against her lips, the sound of her breathing seething between the guard. 

“You’re fighting, not dancing,” Bary says. 

She gets her feet a bit more planted, still shuffling around. Calum slings the duffel bag over his shoulder and then turns for the door. It’s time to turn that part of his brain off. He doesn’t have to worry about the power behind his swing or the speed at which he can throw multiple punches. No, right now he can worry about what to eat for dinner. He can look forward to having a moment alone to curl up with his dog. Tomorrow will always bring enough challenges--the worrying can cease until then. 

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Tagging: @irwinkitten @5-secondsofcolor @glitterlukey @pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles

[kindahoping4forever]

CalumHood: ORDER chaos ORDER in one week. This is Sweetdreams ❤️

[sunshine-daisies-library]

okay i caved and im going to bed. BUT here's a little snippet of the fic! hope you guys enjoy and hang tight for the full fic <3

“Calum, stop,” you pleaded. 

“Why should I?” he asked you incredulously. “You didn’t stop packing your things when I asked you to. You didn’t stop running when I chased after you in the dark. You didn’t stop when you booked that flight across the country to run away from me.” 

Tears were streaming down your face now. “It wasn’t like that, Cal,” you cried. “W-we broke up for a reason-”

“And that’s what I can’t wrap my head around!” he shouted. “You barely gave me a reason! You told me you never saw me anymore. I was willing to make more time for you, to end my career for you, to get down on one knee and be with you, and that wasn’t enough! There had to be another reason-”

“There wasn’t, Cal!” you sobbed. “So drop it, please.” 

Silence spread throughout the whole house. No one moved an inch, too shocked to make a single sound or move. All that could be heard was the sounds of your messy sobs that you failed to keep in. Cal dropped his cup and gestured his hands at you. 

“The Heartbreak Girl, everyone,” he announced with a broken sigh. “Hope you enjoyed this one hell of a show, with your heartbroken host, Calum Thomas Hood.”

the question is, do i stay up all night to finish this fic knowing damn well i have to go to work early in the morning

[edge-oftheworld]

am I the only one who heard ‘sugar coated pain’ for the first time in 2024?

[kaleidoscopeminds]

put me out of my misery and tell me if SPORTS? is a cake f1 au thanks!

babe what if i told you it kind of is....

WIP game

[talkfastromance4]

I had a thot:

Calum coming home after his lunch with Ashton and you’re out sunbathing by the pool and he’s all covered up, head to toe in layers. You’ve got music blasting in your ears then you jump at the feel of his hands on your back applying more sunscreen. You turn around, see him in the mask then stand up with a smile.

“You’ve got too many layers on, babe,” you tell him and yank off his beanie. You run your fingers through his thick, soft mix of blond and black curls, yanking a little bit.

Then you pull off his mask to see his grinning cheeks. You unzip his dark jacket, and he lets you pull his clothes off, stripping him under the blazing sun. His hoodie is next to go, then his tshirt and you tease your fingertips below the waistband of his green pants.

You’re oh so slow as you fall to your knees, pulling his sweats (and boxers) down as you go. He steps out of them and you gaze up at him innocently. He runs his thumb over your plumper lower lip, tip of his thumb teasing your tongue.

You stand up slowly and he strokes the strap of your suit.

“You’ve got too many layers on, cupcake.”

••••

I’m in a mood today guys sorry.

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

Evil Author Day

Hey everyone!! Sorry I’m late. I didn’t know this was a thing until I was already at work for a double today. I’m probably one of the slowest writers on here so I really only have two current WIPs.

This one is “Sky Made of Amethyst” about Luke and Izzy. This was inspired by my many mistakes in romance and esp the most recent one. This is also the fic I told @noshamenion about that features Jamie Benn and Tyler Seguin

     "We don't know many girls willing play against us," Tyler told Izzy and she snorted with laughter. Gemma racked the balls and Izzy took the break shot, sinking two immediately. 

"Stripes," she declared smiling sweetly at Tyler. 

"You boys are lucky we're not teamed up against you," Izzy told him and all the guys cracked up. 

They were halfway through their game when Izzy felt her phone blowing up. Gemma heard it too and managed to swipe it from her before she could check it. 

After Gemma made an impossible shot Jamie laughed and threw his hands up, "ok I gotta know how you two became pool sharks." 

"Our first apartment was above the photography studio I worked for and there was this tiny bar down the street with dollar drafts, a jukebox and a couple pool tables. They never checked my ID so we hung out there quite a bit," Izzy told him before calling her shot.

"The owner's wife would often make some kind of meal for the day drinkers. It was usually carnitas, chicken tinga, something like that," Gemma picked up the story when Izzy stopped to get a drink. She paused, rolling her eyes when Tyler missed his shot. "Eyes on the prize ya fuckin bellend," she scolded him, "I'm not trying to lose because you're distracted by her tits, focus man. 

"Anyways," Gemma continued "one of the regulars used to be a pro and he gave us more than a few tips." She called her shot lined up and just barely banked it in.

"Ooh you got lucky there," Izzy teased her.

"Last shot for the win," Gemma proclaimed before hitting it perfectly. 

Izzy laughed, "You're always so competitive Gemma. Next round is guys vs girls though." She lowered her voice and she got closer, "I need my phone back." 

"No you don't," Gemma told her. "Spend time with Jamie, you look so happy and relaxed." 

"So it is Luke," Izzy sighed. "Just give it to me or I'm gonna tie myself in knots wondering."

Gemma sighed and rolled her eyes, "Fine, i think you're making a mistake."

Izzy stepped away from the group, and unlocked her phone by swiping an L.  She instantly saw a flurry of texts from Luke.

Happy birthday baby, I can't believe I missed it. Where are you?

I wanna come see you, baby please. I don't like that you're hanging out with other dudes. I saw him hanging all over you

I saw Vy tagged you on Instagram. So I know you're out tonight.  You're looking good tonight babe, let me show you Iz

I know I fucked up and you're trying to prove a point but don't be like this, 

That's that hockey player from Texas isn't it? The one you said had a girlfriend? So who was lying about that you or him?

Izzy baby, I know you're probably mad but don't be childish and hook up with this guy just to get back at me. We should be past that petty bullshit, I thought we were doing better.

Come on Izzy Why are you ignoring me? Don't be like a bitch, talk to me baby.. You know how much I like you I don't want it to be like this

Vy tagged where you're at so I'm gonna come find my girl. Idk who I gotta deal with, you're not going home with anyone but me

Izzy felt the blood rushing to her face and pounding in her ears. Gemma's voice played in her head on repeat, "selfish, selfish, selfish," as Izzy realized Luke still hadn't apologized. He was, as always, worried he wouldn't get what he wanted rather than putting Izzy's feelings first. If he couldn't make her a priority on her birthday then he never would. 

Don't you dare show up here. I'm not hooking up, I'm having fun, I know you might not understand that concept. We made plans Luke, and you stood me up. For our first "real date" even...ON…. MY….BIRTHDAY. Don't you dare turn around and make me seem like I'm the bad person for going out with my friends. You could've been here with us but you couldn't be bothered. Not only that you haven't even said you're sorry so GET FUCKED!!!

Izzy hit send and went to shove her phone into her dress pocket but almost dropped it because her hands were shaking. Gemma, who'd been watching her, was at her side in a flash, "you ok Izzy? Do you need to get some air? Take a minute?" 

Izzy took a deep breath and looked over where Saul had teamed up with Tyler to take on the other two hockey players. Jamie was next to Vy, cheering from the sidelines while keeping a discreet eye on the two girls. Izzy couldn't help but stare at his strong legs, broad chest and easy smile. 

"I think Luke might have done me a favor really," Izzy swooned and Gemma couldn't agree more, even if she knew her friend didn't entirely mean it. Izzy silenced her phone and handed her it to Gemma. 

"I don't want to be that person tonight. I'm tired of this shit. Hang onto this for awhile, and I'll tell you when I need it back.," Izzy told her, pushing Luke out of her mind as best she could.

She walked back over to Jamie suddenly feeling very shy. Izzy stood off to the side a bit so he leaned down to talk to her, "Are you ok? Do you need to go? Do you want to sit down?"

"No I'm good," Izzy told him.

"Maybe we can talk later, let's see who wins this game then it's girls vs boys right?" Jamie stood behind her and pulled her back into him so she leaned her head against his chest and his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Izzy relaxed into him and he pressed a kiss onto the top of her head making her giggle. 

Gemma took the opportunity to check her own phone.

Maybe we can talk later, let's see who wins this game then it's girls vs boys right?" Jamie stood behind her and pulled her back into him so she leaned her head against his chest and his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Izzy relaxed into him and he pressed a kiss onto the top of her head making her giggle. 

Gemma took the opportunity to check her own phone.

Looks like we're both on babysitting duty tonight, you with Izzy and me with Luke. I hope Izzy is having more fun. Luke is an absolute mess.

Good! He fucking deserves this, I'm sorry your night is going to shit, but I've got no sympathy for him.

He wants me to bring him to Tia's so he can talk to Izzy, but those are some pretty big dudes hanging with you guys, even I feel a bit threatened.

Hahaha don't... I'm having fun and kicking ass at pool but I wish you were here. I'll definitely be by later so wait up

Oh trust me darling, I plan on fucking you until you forget how to spell hockey

Ooh you're so cute when you're jealous

Well you're cute all the time so I gotta keep my guard up. At least until everyone knows about us

Patience sweetheart, I gotta go play but please don't bring Luke here. I will personally beat his ass and then have sex with you next to the broken hull that was once his body.

"Whatcha doing," a voice behind her made her jump.

Gemma spun around to see Tyler with a smirk, "you gotta quit doing that," she scolded him.

"Not a chance," he laughed before his face went serious. "I don't want to be nosy, but what's the deal with Izzy? She's mad at her boyfriend and Jamie is revenge? I hope that's not what this is, she seems like a nice girl…"

"So why are you in their business?" Gemma snapped. "Jamie is a big boy, can't he handle himself?" 

"Ok listen," Tyler hissed back. "He's very very recently single, in fact we're here in part for this charity event and partly because Lily's moving out of his house this week." Gemma was taken aback and he softened his tone. " He's still hurting and dealing with a lot of shit, but I think he likes Izzy. I'd hate for him to get led on if she's already got a man."

Gemma rubbed her temples, "she doesn't have a man, she has a Luke. A selfish prick who stood her up on her birthday after making a big deal out of making plans. Maybe both of them just need to be around someone who knows what they're dealing with."

@maluminspace @kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995 @sexgodashton @irwinkitten @angelbabylu @dammitbands @tea4sykes @sublimehood

[dazedbymalum]

Monster Among Men - 01

Word Count: 915

Harlow

I wake up and sigh, turning my alarm clock off, I loathe my morning shifts at Tim's. Early mornings and late nights are when the strange people come in. Everyone normal comes in during the day. I look at Roman after putting my hideous glasses on; I extremely hate my lack of good sight. He's ready for his morning walk around the complex, as per usual. I only get up this early for him.

The only issue I ever really had with living in the apartment is that Roman cannot really roam freely, but I think he doesn't mind too much, he's well behaved and trained...and also not a puppy, thank God, that would be a handful.

"Outside?" I say happily to my dog, he wags his tail excitedly. "Just let me get dressed, we'll go out in a few minutes." I change from my glasses to my contacts as soon as I get to my bathroom, I really hate how those things look on me, they really are too bulky and ugly.

...

"Okay Ro, I'll be home later, be a good boy while I'm gone" I give my little fluff a kiss on the head and make my way out to work. I just walk, I know how to drive, I just don't like wasting the gas in my car when I can just walk, I'll drive if it's raining or in the winter when it's too cold, but the weather is just starting to get nice again and I'm taking that to my advantage.

I also need to walk because walking to work and walking Roman are basically my main exercising...and I really need to. Especially with this protruding belly and my big thighs. Lynn says I'm pretty and she wishes she looked like me, but I just don't understand why.

Lynn is beautiful and fit, then again she swims all the time, but I guess that's what they do in Australia? I don't know, I bet it's so extraordinary there, she says it's nothing special and would much rather visit me here in Vermont. I can't believe we've been friends for 3 years and I've still never given my best friend a hug. We're gonna see each other as soon as one of us has the money saved to do so.

"Good mornin' Harlow!" My coworker Jessica chirps, I will never understand how she's so excitable and happy every morning, but I'm kinda glad she is because it brightens my mood almost every morning.

"Hello Jessica, good morning." I smile at her and make my way to the cash register where I belong. I look at the two braids resting on my shoulders and notice my left one looks a little messy, I should really fix that when I get a chance.

Calum

I wake up to loud banging on my door and I groan in frustration. Who the fuck is pounding in my damn door at, I glance look at my phone, fucking 6 in the morning? I get up, wearing only my boxers, and I make my way to my front door and I open it with force "What the fuck do you want?!" I say angrily and I see it's my buddy Ashton.

He laughs in my face "Calm down dude, can I crash?" Anger boils under my skin "it's 6am Ash, why aren't you home?" I step aside and let him in despite my annoyance.

"Uh, well I left this chick's house, total babe by the way, she had the best tits." He smirks at the memory of the shag and I roll my eyes. "I fell asleep after we fucked and she did too and then I woke up like a fucking half hour ago and your apartment was closer and I knew you wouldn't give a shit, so—"

I cut my friend off "goodnight, don't drink all my fucking beer." I grumble at him and saunter back down the hallway to my room and in my bed.

...

A few hours later I wake up, well maybe more than a few hours, I was trying to sleep away my hangover, which helped a little. The pounding in my head is minimal now. I get dressed and walk out to the living room, expecting Ash to be sprawled out asleep or drinking my beer.

Empty bottles scatter the floor and couch, Ashton is nowhere to be seen, which is fucking per usual. I clench my fists and see a shitty little note sitting on the bar of my kitchen,

'Thanks for the beer mate, hope you're not too pissed, see ya!'

Fucking prick, I knew he'd drink the rest, I only had a few left. Now I have to go pick some more up fuck. Ugh I hate going to the store, everyone there is annoying. I can't think straight. Whatever, I better go now because I'm running low on other shit too.

I groan and pull my vans on along with my worn leather jacket, I grab my keys and I'm out the door in minutes.

I drive to the shittiest place in this town, Tim's, it even sounds lame. I turn my car off and head inside the building, the bright lights burning my eyes, as I'm still getting over my hangover, despite it being 9pm and having slept all damn day. Whatever.

I grab myself another box of condoms, two packs of beer, and some chips. This should be good for now.

[bxcketbarnes]

Here’s a simple but cute snippet from one of the wedding series’ I’m writing! First part should be done soon! ❤️

[lashton-is-my-drug]

June 22, 2022

Ashton posted via his ig story about being in Denver, CO playing shows promoting 5SOS5. So excited!! Also reposted the fans video of the Blender snippet.