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[prettyyyboyluke]

Sorry to bother u but omg girl I already read thru ur whole masterlist and I need more !😂could u recommend some good 5sos blogs that write as well? Ur my fav blog btw, Ly!!

thank you! i hope you enjoyed everything !

i LOVE: 

@softxirwins (even tho robyn doesn’t write smut, she’s cool as fuck), @dankpunks, @irwinofficial, @newmuses, @honeymoonmuke (HANNAH HAS AMAZING SMUT OKAY), @lashtonslube and if you’re looking for a nsfw blog, my girl linds has a pretty bomb one @zion5sosnsfw

[angelbecky]

calum's mouth fell agape when he saw you wearing...

as you approached the double doors of your worn-out school building, you released a shaky breath and waltzed through the bustling hallways with your head held high. you ignored the endless stares burning into your back as you walked past, disregarding the whispers bubbling in the atmosphere that clearly had to do with the absence of your other half usually attached to your hip.

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[punkrocklukehemmings]

oh my god imagine possessive!calum especially calum having this huge thing about giving you hickeys and marking you up, like you’ll find them when you’re showering and be like “whoa damn”, or someone else will notice them and be like “damn, were you involved in a bear attack” bc he would literally like maIM YOUR NECK (i mean look at his lips honestly they were made for neck kissing and eating girls out i will fight people on this) and at first you’re embarrassed but then you realize he’s doing it on purpose and you’re like “calum stop leaving hickeys all over me jfc” and he’d be such a lil shit he’d be like “i don’t know what you’re talking about???” but he would loVE IT and you would only have so many scarves to cover them with and then maybe calum would see you hiding one with a scarf and get all pissy and the next time you guys are together he’d give you one on a spot that is literally imPOSSIBLE TO NATURALLY HIDE and you would be like CALUM WHAT THE HELL DUDE and he’d just pull you in close to him and whisper “you’re mine.” and then start kissing you again and you’d get very distracted but then sure enough you’re getting dressed for school that monday and there’s a hickey smack dab in the middle of your neck and calum would just be so smug wow im so weak calum hood is the worst

[quiffedluke]

could you imagine being fuckbuddies with calum and you’re both cool with it, like you’re pretty open about what the two of you have, so one day after going out with your friends and listening to them talk about their boyfriends you come back to him in a bad mood and you’re just kind of straddling him and bitching about it; but not in a way where you’re actively trying to get him to go out with you, more like you just want to vent, and he puts his hands on your thighs and kind of shrugs and goes, “I’ll be your boyfriend. like I could hold your hand and take you to brunch and pay for movies and stuff. I mean, I could be your boyfriend, if you wanted me to.”

[clummyhood]

calum would be such a cocky son of a bitch in bed like whenever you’d moan from his touch he’d be like “i know baby, tell me how good i am” and you’d refuse at first bc it would just make him even more cocky and unbearable so he’d stop immediately and whisper “if you don’t like it i’ll just stop it’s fine” which would make you panic slightly bc fuck it was sO GOOD so you’d cave and purr “calum you’re amazing” and he’d smirk before getting back to pleasing you and you’d just completely lose it and mutter “fuck you really are amazing” which of course would only make cocky little calum more keen on making you cum for him

[newmuses]

Hey, i was just wondering if you still take requests for imagines?

YES. Request anything and everything! I'm always down to write whatever you guys want!

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CAR [LUKE]

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summary giving your boyfriend head while he’s driving is always fun, amirite???

THE low thrum of the crackly radio coaxed you awake and you lifted your head from where it was resting on the car window, blinking dizzily.

“Hey, baby,” Luke greeted warmly, glancing at you sideways. He placed a hand on your thigh instinctively, rubbing circles with his thumb on the exposed skin. “How was your nap?”

His eyes were ever trained on the road before him, the glare of his headlights casting a bright glow on the dark pavement. You checked your phone to find out that it was nearly midnight.

“S’good,” you replied, stifling a yawn. “Let me know when you want me to take over driving, okay? You could take a nap too.”

The twelve-hour drive to your parents’ house was gruesome, but it was the holidays and the last thing you wanted to face was a crowded airport. Which is why Luke was going on his fifth hour straight of driving, dreary eyes hardly blinking. You felt a pang of guilt for falling asleep - Luke was probably bored out of his mind, not to mention tired.

“It’s okay,” Luke said and then moved his hand off of your leg to tap the half-empty can of Red Bull sitting in the cup-holder. “This stuff is going to keep me awake.”

A comfortable silence ensued then as you cranked up the radio and brought your fingers to his hair, playing with the overgrown blond strands at the nape of his neck. You knew how much he loved when you did that; not only had he told you on multiple occasions, but as soon as you started tugging on the tendrils of hair, his arms would go rigid from pleasure and he would struggle to suppress a groan.

He did so now, knuckles growing white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. You grinned as you saw the exhaustion that had been weighing him down only moments before begin to ebb away. You, too, felt the remnants of your nap fading.

It was then that an idea struck you, one bound to make up for the time you had spent napping.

In what could only be described as a burst of overwhelming courage, you leaned over the console to lick a stripe up the side of his neck, pausing to bite down briefly on the sensitive spot behind his ear. Luke jerked at the sensation, eyes wide.

“W-What are you doing?” His gaze was wild as you returned to your seat, smiling mischievously. You thought he was going to completely swerve out of the road when you began to unbuckle his pants, fingers moving deftly against the tight jeans.

“Having fun,” you answered simply and before he could say anything else, planted a teasing kiss on the growing bulge in his boxers.

You were encouraged by the subsequent groan Luke emitted and reached underneath the smooth material to gently grip his stiff member.

“(Y/N), I’m going to crash the car,” he warned, voice so overcome with lust that it came out husky. A glance upward revealed that his Adam’s apple was bobbing precariously. But despite his protests, he leaned back, granting you more access. You could see the desire in his eyes, churning like an ocean as he struggled to keep control of the car.

So maybe this was a little dangerous.

“I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet, babe,” you purred in response, yanking both his boxers and pants down in one fell swoop so that they pooled around his knees. He inhaled sharply as his dick, no longer confined to such tight premises, sprung up, hard and an angry red.

“FUCK.” Luke let out the loudest moan yet as you put your mouth on him, swirling your tongue over the small beads of pre-cum that had already erupted from his tip. You lapped it up desperately and then traced the prominent veins of his manhood, which stirred a deep hunger in the pit of your stomach. You loved giving Luke head.

Despite his previous insistent caution, his hand - almost instinctively - quickly gathered up your hair into a makeshift ponytail and he pushed you down further on his cock, urging you to take in more of him. You felt him hit the back of your throat easily and focused on not gagging, allowing your airways to adjust to his length. Only when your eyes started to water from the effort did you let up, gasping for air.

“F-Fuck, baby,” he stuttered, his hips bucking violently when you went down again, pumping whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth with a purposeful grip. “I’m going to come fast if you don’t stop doing that.”

You could already feel him trembling with pleasure beneath you and let out a groan of your own, your mouth full of him.

Time passed quickly and then he was shouting, lost in euphoria, and his salty liquid was shooting up in your mouth. You swallowed eagerly, not spilling a drop.

“I fucking love you,” Luke breathed, exhaling deeply, his face flushed. “You have no idea what’s in store for you tonight, (Y/N).”

[newmuses]

Best friends actually made me weep. It was so good!! 💜💜 its similar to my situation now and thank you is all I can say. 🍪 write more it's great!!

AW, BABE, I HOPE EVERYTHING GOES WELL! Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you!

[newmuses]

Do you think you would ever do a part 4 to Deal? The one with Mikey and Cal?

I honestly thought people forgot about that, LOL. I probably will one night!

[newmuses]

OMG WAIT IS THERE A DEALS [ MICHAEL ] PART FOUR GONNA HAPPEN

I DON’T KNOW, LOVELY! YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS ASKED I THINK.

[newmuses]

Can you write one where you and Ashton are dating and he is teaching nia new things with the drums and you get jealous so you ask Calum to teach you play the bass and then Ashton gets jealous

So I switched it from Nia to a random groupie (I don’t want people hitting me up with hate, ya feel?) and you can read it here. Thank you so much for requesting, beautiful!

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TEACH ME [ASHTON]

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summary ashton gets a little to comfortable with another girl, so you figure you might as well do the same...

The girl giggled as Ashton’s hands wrapped around hers to help her better grip the drumsticks. You raised your eyebrow as she wiggled around on Ashton’s lap, so obviously trying to give him a hard-on that you wanted to cringe. But, of course, your boyfriend was painfully oblivious to her evident advances and assumed it was just her trying to get comfortable.

“You good?” he asked warmly when she had finally settled and once again, a giggle escaped her mouth.

You’re not sure whose idea it was to invite some of the band’s groupies backstage (probably Michael’s now that you thought about it), but it was just about the worst decision ever made in your opinion. You watched from the couch as Ashton showed the scantily clad girl a simple drum routine and scoffed when she pretended like she didn’t get it.

Calum, who was sitting next to you on the couch, didn’t notice the two from across the room but was instead fiddling around with his own bass. He was playing a catchy melody on the instrument and it was as you watched his nimble fingers move across the strings that the idea struck you to get revenge.

“Hey, Cal?” you said sweetly. The boy looked up at you curiously and his tanned bicep brushed your arm as he turned. “Could you teach me how to play?”

You felt bad when you saw his eyes light up in excitement. He was clearly thrilled that someone had taken an interest in his instrument and did not seem to realize that you were simply trying to get Ashton’s attention.

In one smooth movement, he was placing his bass carefully on your lap and putting your hands gently at the appropriate spots. His touch on yours was brief and completely chaste, but you were delighted when you snuck a glance at Ashton to see that his gaze was trained intensely on the two of you.

“Okay, so make sure you don’t curl your fingers too much. Have you ever played guitar before?” Calum rambled on, adjusting your hand into the correct position after you had accidentally moved it. When he had too much difficulty guiding from where he was sitting next to you, he got off the couch and kneeled in front of your seated figure so that he had more access to the bass.

After naive Calum had taught you to play a simple tune, you smiled gratefully and reached down to hug him right when he was getting up. The result was the two of you getting uncomfortably close and you didn’t even have time to lean back again before a large hand was clamping down on Calum’s shoulder and jerking him back.

The poor boy didn’t even have time to explain himself before Ashton was helping you up to your feet and practically shoving the bass back in Calum's arms. The girl he had been teaching the drums to before was standing off to the side with a disappointed, pathetic pout as she watched Ashton grip you by the arm and lead you to the hallway.

“Why are you laughing?” Ashton growled when you started to snicker.

“Jealous much?” you countered, failing to mention that you were the one who had been possessive in the first place.

“Oh, darling,” Ashton said when you were both alone and the door had closed. He had already caged you in between his arms and had pushed down the collar of your shirt with one hand so that he could kiss a trail up your neck. “You’ll be screaming soon.”

He was right.

[newmuses]

Hello, can i request a calum imagine where youre bestfriends and he gets hurt because he walked in on you and luke having drunken sex? So now hes ignoring the both of you (of course you dont know why because you two vowed to forget about it) until he just blows up infront of everyone while seeing you two platonically cuddling on the couch? Which leads to him admitting his love for you and you can do whatever you want with the ending

I sort of changed it a little bit and I’m not certain that I did it justice, but here you go, my love! Thank you for the request, it definitely gave me some throbbing heart pains… :(

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BEST FRIENDS [CALUM]

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summary things get tense once calum finds you and luke getting it on...

If there was an award for worst timing in the world, you would have to give it to your best friend, Calum. The blundering idiot was blind when it came to picking up hints and that night was just another example.

“Luke,” you whimpered as the blonde guitarist peppered kisses down the column of your throat. You had one leg wrapped around his hips, desperately clawing at his back in an effort to speed up the process. This was too much foreplay involved for such a casual affair but you didn’t have the heart or the words to communicate this to Luke. So you continued to moan and groan until finally he was rolling a condom down his considerable length and awkwardly shimmying your panties down your legs.

And right when he was pushing into you, that’s when Calum burst into Luke’s bedroom, yelling about some video game he was certain his bandmate had stolen. Except that right when he saw you both in the compromising position you had spent the past half hour fantasizing impatiently about, all words died on his lips.

For what seemed like an eternity, Calum stood frozen in the doorway, staring at your tangled bodies with a look you couldn’t interpret. His hand was gripping the doorway so hard you thought he might crack it and a maelstrom of emotions brewed in his eyes.

“What the fuck, dude? Haven’t you heard of knocking?” Luke started and whatever torturous, infinite moment there had been ended with the abrupt exclamation. Calum’s gaze flickered up to yours and the feeling that churned in your stomach felt strangely like...guilt.

Luke quickly grabbed his boxers from where he had discarded them on the floor and put them on while simultaneously ushering a dangerously silent Calum out of the room. You remained on the bed, not even bothering to cover your naked body. You were still lost in thought about the expression on Calum’s face, one of surprise, pain, and something else you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Talk about a cock-block,” Luke mumbled when he was sure Calum had walked away. He turned back to you with a sheepish grin and ran his fingers through his golden, disheveled hair. “Would it be too weird to continue where we left off or...?”

____

Calum had assured you that he wasn’t mad. In fact, he claimed to be the opposite and that he was very glad you were getting to know the rest of the band, however intimately. But there was some sort of unspoken tension between the two of you whenever you were together, not to mention his ignoring your phone calls and texts, and you couldn’t figure out why. 

Luke was receiving the same treatment and after a quick conversation, you decided it would be best to hold off on any more sexual encounters until you could figure out what was wrong with Calum.

And as weeks past without your best friend, you started to grow increasingly upset. Which is exactly how you found yourself drunk off your ass on a Friday night, having broken into your own emergency alcohol supply.

As you reached for your fourth glass of that night, you found your fingers absently dialing Calum’s number on your phone. It rung a few times before you heard a groggy “Hello?” on the other end of the line, and your drunken self sighed in relief.

“Caluuum,” you whined, not really caring how needy and annoying you sounded. You’ve been deprived of your best friend for far too long and were relieved to hear his voice. “Why are you ignoring me?”

“Go to bed, (Y/N),” Calum mumbled, exhaustion seeping into his voice. You had clearly woken him up and one glance at the clock above your oven informed you that it was one in the morning. Oh.

“No,” you replied defiantly. “I want to know why you’re ignoring me.”

“What are you talking about?”

"You know what, you dipshit. I didn't do anything wrong and all the sudden you're acting all weird and not talking to me and I want to know what happened. We promised to communicate with each other and you're doing a shitty job at keeping your word."

"I'm not -" he began to say, and you could already recite in your head what half-assed excuse would come out of his mouth and you were not having it.

“I love you, Calum,” you blurted out, interrupting him, and you knew if you were even slightly soberer, you would be kicking yourself right now. It was a secret you had kept to yourself for more than two years now and you had vowed when you first realized it to never let him know. But, alas, you were smashed and wouldn’t remember it in the morning.

There was a suspicious silence on Calum’s side and for a dizzying moment, you thought maybe he had hung up. But then the sound of sniffling traveled through the speaker and, though it was a delayed realization, it suddenly occurred to you that he was crying.

“Cal?” you said, trying your hardest not to slur his name.

“Just forget it, (Y/N).” His words came out hoarse and choked, and each syllable punctured your heart with worry. And then he hung up.

It took you all of two minutes to gather your things and then call a cab, your mind surprisingly clear after the confusing phone call. Ten minutes later and you were standing in front of Calum’s apartment, your vision slightly blurred but your resolve unwavering.

You stomped through the lobby and went to the elevator, surprised when the doors opened to reveal Luke. He looked just as confused to see you and stepped aside to let you in before pressing the appropriate floor number for you.

“I just went to see if he was alright, but he wouldn’t talk to me,” Luke said. “Maybe he’ll listen to you.”

His tall frame towered over yours and a hint of sexual tension lingered in the air between you two, but Luke’s slow-moving seduction was the farthest thing from your mind in that moment.

When the elevator reached the fifth floor with a resounding ding, you both stepped out, silent as you approached Calum's door. You didn’t even get a chance to knock before it swung open, revealing your furious best friend who didn't even give you a chance to greet him. He was certainly not the crying boy you had called fifteen minutes ago.

“Fucking hell, guys. I don’t text you back as often for a week and you two decide to take it upon yourselves to check up on me, your poor friend? I don't need baby-sitters.”

Your breath caught at the sight of him. At his mussed hair, at his tanned, bare torso that was stained by black ink. No matter how many times you saw him, you were always taken aback by how unnervingly beautiful he was. He was like a work of art you never got tired of looking at.

“Could you be a little nicer, mate? We were worried about you, that's not a crime,” Luke piped in, giving Calum a disappointed glare.

“We, we, we,” Calum mocked, stepping forward so that he was in both of your faces. “You think that just because you guys are fucking that you are a team now?”

“I suggest you cool it, Cal, before you say something you regret,” Luke warned. He placed a protective hand on your arm as if to steer you away and the simple gesture seemed to just further inflame Calum’s temper.

“Do you even like her?” Calum yelled.

Luke whirled around. “Shit, mate, are you out of your mind? You saw us together one time and it’s driving you insane.”

But Calum wasn’t even looking at him, his gaze was focused intently on you. You saw it again: the searing pain in his eyes.

“Cal...” you tried softly, and wrenched your arm out of Luke’s so that you could stand before the tortured boy, faces inches apart. “What are you mad about, really?”

He stared at you for what seemed like forever, eyes roaming your face in an almost...intimate manner. As if it were only the two of you in the hallway. His gaze finally settled on your eyes, his own pupils dilated. You could still sense an intense anger rolling off of him in palpable waves.

“He could like you, (Y/N),” he murmured, hands flying up to cup your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. The movement caught you off guard and you let out a quiet gasp. “But he’ll never love you. Not like me."

[newmuses]

that he's your teacher and he sees your scars imagine was so beautiful and sad and I'm really actually tearing up /it's so sweet and heartbreaking and you are a great writer ❤

Thank you so much, angel!

[newmuses]

Story plot: Wherein y/n and Calum are in a relationship but Calum is going on tour. So y/n decided that whilst Calum is on tour they get to sleep with whoever they want. Calum was pleased with the idea but not until Calum noticed that y/n kinda got a little to close with this particular guy. Calum gets nervous because he might lose y/n, regretting his decision. Now Calum needs to make sure to not let y/n fall for the other guy. Mini series idea maybe? Ur writing is the bomb!

Right here, cupcake! Thanks for the wonderful idea.

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SEXUAL FRUSTRATION [CALUM]

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summary calum makes a deal with you while he’s on tour, but he doesn’t expect you to actually hold up your end of the bargain...

WHEN Calum first suggested it, you were skeptical. And maybe a tiny bit hurt. You two had been dating for about six months at that point and, in your opinion at least, things were going well.

But Calum was worried that with his upcoming tour, things would get difficult. According to him, he had lost too many girlfriends to the distance and he didn’t want you to be one of them. So, it was mutually decided (with a lot of prodding on his part), that while he was on tour, the both of you would be allowed to hook up with other people. You would still be in a relationship, of course, but this way there would be an outlet for all the pent-up sexual frustration. His, mostly.

It didn’t really make much sense to you, but you decided to go along with it for his sake.

It was hard at first. It seemed like every single day, another picture of Calum would surface in the press with some random girl on his arm. They were all stunningly attractive with beautiful bodies and just not . . . you. You wondered how this would work. Eventually, you thought, Calum would decide that you just weren’t cutting it and that he would rather run away with one of these gorgeous models.

You figured that the only way to ease this heartache would be to do what he was doing. It was part of the deal, after all.

So when you met Steven, you were relieved. He was sweet and admittedly good-looking and he completely understood the situation. He was no Calum by any means, but he would suffice.

“(Y/N)?” Calum said, waving his hand in front of you. He was back on his first break from tour and you two had been spending every waking moment possible together - usually sans clothing. You were relieved that nothing had changed since he left, the dynamic between you two was still relatively the same although you’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice some underlying tension in Calum.

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

“I could tell.” He chuckled. He reached over to put a large hand on your waist, tugging you forward so that there was minimal space between your bodies. His chest was bare and you let yourself place a hand on that tattoo by his collarbone, tracing the roman numerals scrawled there.

“So, how was Barbara?” you asked jokingly, referring to the latest name you saw plastered in tabloids alongside Calum’s. The paps were having a frenzy over your arrangement, not knowing what was going on.

“Horrible. She nearly bit my dick off when she went down on me,” he mumbled as he leaned down to lick a stripe across the side of your neck, causing you to both laugh and shiver. It was a little strange, you thought, to be discussing each other’s hook-ups, but you would rather it all be out in the open rather than being secretive about it. Calum’s hand moved to your behind and he gave your ass a squeeze.

“And Steven?” he asked. Even though you couldn’t see his face because of the torturous assault he was currently doing on your neck, you could hear the strain in his voice.

“H-He, um,” you started, distracted when he bit down particularly hard at the base of your throat before gently gliding his tongue back over the sensitive area. “He’s okay, I guess.”

Calum growled in response and then both of his hands were traveling up your thighs and underneath the shirt you were wearing before halting right underneath your boobs. You were panting at this point.

“Is that . . . is that his shirt you’re wearing?” he asked, pulling away to stare down at your clothes. You opened your eyes to peer down as well and to your utmost horror, he was right.

“I didn’t - I didn’t mean to. I just grabbed whichever one was off the floor; I thought it was yours . . .” you trailed off, watching as his expression morphed into one of anger. “Calum?”

“So what? You’re wearing his shirts now and next week you’ll be wearing a fucking wedding ring when he proposes to you?”

“What are you talking about? Cal, it’s not big deal, it’s just a -”

“Yes, it is a big deal, (Y/N). A casual fuck is fine, but this . . . this . . . it means something more. It should be my shirts that you’re wearing, not his.”

“You’re overreacting,” you argued, folding your arms over your chest. “I can’t see why you’re getting angry at me. This was your idea. You think I like the idea of you bedding a girl every single night? This was the only way I could cope.”

“Don’t blame this on me.”

“Who else can I blame it on?”

Calum stepped away from you and placed his hands on the edge of the counter, the chords of muscle in his back knitting together. You could tell he was much more upset than he was letting on and wondered how long he had been thinking about it. There were already tears starting to gather in your eyes, but you wiped them away furiously, knowing that you were right. He was holding you to a disgusting double-standard.

“Calum,” you said gently, placing a hand on his back. He tensed under your touch, but didn’t pull away like you half-expected him to.

“Listen, I -”

You were cut off by the ring of the doorbell and your entire body turned to ice. Calum’s arrival had been a surprise to you and you’d completely forgotten to cancel your plans with Steven.

“Who’s that?” Calum asked, lifting his head up.

“I’ll get it, it’s probably the mail or something,” you squeaked, hoping to dart away fast and shoo Steven away.

But Calum was already stepping past you and heading to the front door, hand turning the doorknob.

“Calum, please don’t,” you said, but he was already swinging it open.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”