calum hood blurbs ✨✨

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[blurbood-blog]

just a series of pics of calum… reacting.

[hotdamn5sos]

calumhood: ‘First Entry’ | Nagoya, Japan | 20/2/16 |

[cthblurbs]

calum can’t even do a headspin without help which makes me believe you’d have to help him do a handstand. he’d up falling over because you can’t hold him up then he’d just laugh his ass off before getting up and hugging you.

[blurbood-blog]

where is KIMMI all my messages deleted KIMMI hit me up pls

[spidormen]

i fucking hate everything

[calum-good]

off guard

but like, calum is sneaky af. could you picture him just creeping up on you at the most unsuspecting times. while you are showering, lurking on his insta, singing to yourself while doing makeup, privately snooping through some fan smut. he’d be so teasing and annoying in a sense of making a complete scene. he always seemed to catch you off guard, wrecking your composure. then he’d proceed to just hug you no matter your reaction. just pressing his squishy adorable cheeks into your shoulder. preoccupied with cracking the widest smile as he just tells you that he finds everything you do cute, even if it’s rather…naughty. then you would quickly wash away any embarrassment, shock, or anger and just give that lil precious baby boy all of your attention. glad that you had managed to land yourself a cutie with the plus of a bangin body. even though you swear he’d give you a heart attack one of these days.

[calum-good]

test this

calum would likely be a cheeky fucker who loves to pleasure his girl. just sending in different toys, or outfits and accessories occasionally, for experimental value while he was on tour. he claimed that he wanted you to ‘test it’ before he put it to use on you, himself. then he’d facetime later and ask all huskily if you’d tried it yet. then no matter the answer he pleads for you to demonstrate for him. getting hard just hearing the effect it had on you. instructing you through bated breaths. then sometimes he’d get off on it, accidentally covering the camera with his cum. his loud moans just absolutely sending you into shock as you worked yourself. then when you both pulled it together after a solid five minutes, he’d continue on how he cant wait to come home and fuck you harder than any toy possibly ever could. stroking his member gently still sensitive from his tug, but unable to stop with you on display for him.

[calum-good]

foreplay

why do i feel like calum would love to involve food into foreplay. especially any sweets or candies he can suck on and use against you later. like just lapping his tongue over the sticky trail of melted sugar from his lollipop. grazing his teeth over where the jolly rancher had just been, sucking faintly. getting a high on the sappy saliva that is warmed by your responsive body, quivering under him. setting the treats on sensitive parts of your body that he promised to pleasure. kissing with an open mouth and swirling his tongue numbly across the skin that held the most sugar. chocolate drizzle applied lightly and he is sure to be nice and slow while trailing upwards. then once he’s cleaned you up he’d just mumble into your neck that he was ready for the main course. the naughty boy just loved having dessert before dinner.

[calum-good]

cartoons

hear me out….calum in boxers at 7 am with bleary eyes fighting to stay open as he cradles a bowl of cereal and spoons big bites with an adorable little slurp. watching cartoon reruns and just snickering at all the jokes appropriated for adults rather than the intended audience age. then you walk in still not detached from your blanket cocoon, feet jittering on the cold tile as you seek refuge on the couch next to calum. then just caving in and forcing him to accommodate you so you both can sit in the blue washed room with jimmy neutron wasting your morning unashamedly.

[calum-good]

aid

could you just see calum as the nurturing type. an eager mold of pure compliance and patience that would listen to you mutter nonsense until you literally put yourself to sleep. his touch always supportive and never too present. going out of his way often to benefit you, since it was the most he could do. him never really being ashamed of touching the sensitive side of himself. like letting you paint his nails and going to poetry cafes. when he was having his own time he’d be an idiot, but always have you under his wing somehow. having calum as sort of co-pilot that saved you from self destruction, never letting you drift back into old ways. even if it caused him the slightest of stress he always wanted something new for you to enjoy with him. the dates where it was just eating silently or using him as a pillow while you read. he just understood and didn’t disrespect the moment. even during the more upbeat times he always pays such a subtle attention to your state and general mood to ensure that you were actually fine. calum just seems like he could be that safety pin holding the seams together even if it still leaks sometimes.

[calumofcolor]

this is the worst day of my life

[blurbood-blog]

Ok but like can u make more 5sos reaction pic bc that was the shit mehn

Lol yes ;)

[5sostexedu]

Missing

The day you went missing was a blur at this point. Yet here Calum was telling another police officer the story he had memorized by heart.

Calum had gone to get a pack of smokes from the gas station down the road. He had even gotten you your favorite slushy for you while you were out. The evening had been a normal one, no indications that this would be the night to change the course of his life. When he got back to the house he noticed the open door. Thinking that he had left it open on accident when he left he prayed that you hadn’t walked past the door to see his mistake.

Then you weren’t on the couch where he had left you, or in bed, or the bathroom, or any other room in the house. So then, after calling and finding your phone and screaming your name in a paniced voice he called the cops.

Two weeks later, nobody had anything to go on and even the police officers who had been the most optimistic in the beginning had started to show signs of doubt.

After retelling the story his phone went off to show he had a new email to his personal account. From you.

Now with five police officer hovering above him he clicked the video file that was attached.

“This is Y/n Y/l/n.” You were setting on a chair, arms and legs bound and blind folded, but Calum knew from the moment he heard your rough and shaky voice that it was you. “If you want my safe return, you are to wire 10 million dollars to the account number at the bottom of the screen.” Your voice choked up at the amount of money they outrageously requested. Now on screen a man’s body, from the neck down appeared on the screan.

“Ten million or the bitch gets it.” And the screen goes blank.

[anarchyaustralia-deactivated201]

based on this vine by Lin-Manuel Miranda, enjoy some cute daddy!Calum :-)

waking up in the middle of the night and blinking slowly, trying to get your eyes to stop being blurry with sleep so you can read the time on your bedside clock, noticing that Calum’s side of the bed was empty, yawning as you push sleepily out of bed, your feet clumsy on the carpet as you make your way out of the bedroom to go find your husband, stumbling to your baby girl’s nursery to find it empty before hearing the sound of the tv from the living room, your eyes still itchy with sleep as you peer into the dark room, finding Calum in the cushioned rocking chair, his own tired eyes watching the bright tv with your baby girl laying on his chest, her tiny 3-week-old body supported by Calum’s large hands, her head covered with soft, dark, downy hair tucked under his chin, her body still and calm as Calum rocked in the chair. you walk quietly into the room, sitting down on the couch next to the rocking chair, laying your head on the armrest so you could watch the two loves of your life. “what’re you doing up?” you asked, your voice raspy with sleep. Calum smiled slightly, glancing down at the little one laying on his chest. “listen closely,” he said, turning down the volume on the tv to where you could hear her hiccups, her tiny body bouncing with each quiet hiccup, a smile breaking out on your face instantly. “she won’t sleep until they’re gone,” Calum said quietly, smiling as well. “you should go back to bed,” he told you, glancing at you lovingly. you shrugged, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch and settling in, your eyelids slowly falling, exhaustion taking over you as you fell asleep to the sound of your little girl hiccuping and the random Netflix tv show on the screen.

[calum-good]

summer nights

alright, so calum being the beautiful golden brown boy he is would flaunt his skin all summer long. more so for you, but he blamed the overbearing heat. nights spent in would consist of him jacking up the air just so you’d snuggle with him. both equipped with your own pint of ice cream and movies of choice. his sticky hot skin somehow being a relief with your body pressed into his. then eventually the expected would fall into place. you’d claim your spot on his lap and the cold air blowing from the vents pelted your exposed skin. his lips already growing substantially puffy against the harsh and hungry make out. the stray curls atop his head pushed and ruffled. for the next ten minutes thats all it was. on the tail end of june, crickets rioting, everything too hot. you found yourself heaped over calum just enjoying the middle ground he offered with his own heat against the ac. nothing more, just the feeling of his tongue slicking over your lips and his mouth working yours just right. because you could both agree that sex would mean things getting even hotter, so save for fall or winter perhaps.

[kacieblogs-deactivated20170705]

Visiting cal on tour and really he wants his one day to catch up on laundry and being chill so you wake up early and drag him to breakfast with you and after breakfast you swing by a bookstore and grab two books and then you drag him to the laundromat and you help him get all of his stuff put in and you bought a little thing of your fabric softener bc calum wanted to be comforted by your scent while you’re away from him and like you spend the day reading at one of the small tables with one hand in his and a couple of coffees and you’re playing footsie and giggling and every so often you stop reading to just look at him because you don’t get to do that enough and you tear up because he is just so beautiful and you love him so much and he’s not too good at reassuring all of the time but he hears your sniffle and squeezes your hand before lifting it to his lips, offering a quick glance and a small comforting smile

[lyricshq-blog]

i feel like calum would be a really needy boyfriend, like if you were devoting all of your attention to anything else when he was around, he’d find some way to turn it back to him. like you’d be carefully trying to wing your eyeliner in the bathroom mirror and he’d unashamedly come up behind you, pressing his crotch firmly against your ass as toned arms wrapped around you tightly; fingers reaching upwards to grasp your boob as he buried his smug grin in your neck. and you’re just left standing there with a thick black line joining the edge of your eye with your hairline but you can’t be made because he’s so damn fucking cute.