#5sos fic

[calumsvalentine]

i miss blue hair eas calum come back the kids miss you

[tooshyforsabrina]

the cullens look a little different here

[knife2agunfight]

— dating eas!calum (part 2)

thx for the request anon! always love writing headcannons about this fine man hehe.

• ok but this man does NOT play about you. he’d definitely get a tattoo of you. could be your name, but i’m thinking he’d get some sort of bird or flower or something that symbolizes you.

• still, arguments are rough. afterwards you guys don’t speak… but calum’s usually the one breaking the silence and apologizing even if he was right or wrong. he makes it up to you with food (because yes, the key to his heart is food so he figures it’s also yours)

• sometimes he freaks out after social interactions. don’t we all? he’s still human after all. he always goes to you for comfort in these scenarios. “did i say that in an awkward way?” / “you said it in a cute way. c’mere and shut up, i wanna kiss you.”

• just something cute but he definitely peels ur oranges for u without a doubt :(( just say the word.

• calum LOVES to lean over and buckle your seatbelt to watch you get all flustered. he gives you a kiss after that hehe.

• when you’re sick he’s literally so dramatic he acts like you have the plague… only because he wants to spoil you. “uhh, are you sure you should be out of bed? go back to bed.” / “you just want an excuse to cuddle me.” (he definitely makes the best soup ever btw. super nostalgic and healing.)

• you guys LOVE legos. you have hella lego bouquets and cool bonzai ones from him that you guys have built together. usually in the park when weather is good :)

• he’ll always comfort you after a nightmare. he’s definitely half-asleep still but he’s nodding along sleepily and pulling you close anyway.

• speaking of sleep, you guys fight over the blanket allll the time in your sleep. but if he’s awake and he notices it’s not on you, he’ll tuck you right back in. only if he’s awake though… lol.

• he loves the rain. loves lazy cuddles while it rains. maybe even reading a little. but DEFINITELY dancing in the rain… and then a warm shower after.

• ever drop a glass cup or maybe even one of your guys’ dishes on accident? he immediately checks if youre okay. then cleans it up before you even think about touching those dangerous shards!

• you two have a show you both watch together. do NOT watch an episode without him… and vice versa.

• he’ll never miss a photobooth moment with you!

• after all that? hell yeah, your friends and his friends love you guys together sooo much. they’re waiting for you guys to get married already!!!

• meanwhile you guys are getting major baby fever. watching him with the other guys’ kids, passing by baby clothes and looking just for the hell of it… crazy baby fever. seriously.

• so much so that you guys record yourselves at random moments for your future kids. it’s quite sweet, really. “hi future kids! me and your dad are at the eiffel tower today!” / “mhmmm. what a sight. your mom, i mean.” / “caluuummm!”

[michaelcliffordsbabe]

Why is the first time I'm seeing this

[lovelikelandslide]

looooved ur bsf headcanons!! could u do a bsf to lovers headcanon or something??

sfw bsf to lovers calum hcs

a/n: this is so cliche and cringe and tropey but its all I got for now *goes back into hiding*

𐔌 Calum has this habit of treating your life like it’s literally connected to his. He tells you things as they happen, asks for your opinion on decisions first (and acts as if his whole life depends on your hands), and sends you random updates that don’t really matter, but somehow they do when it’s about him. You’ve become so intertwined that neither of you really takes notice of it anymore.

𐔌 Calum is so used to being close to you that he doesn’t realize how intimate some of it is. Like how he fixes the loose strands of hair, and how he gives you that smile that makes you feel warm in your stomach, or the way he leans too close to you when he laughs. It’s all the usual for you until someone else points it out.

𐔌 Calum has introduced you to new people as "my best friend" for as long as you can remember. Somehow, his hand always seems to find the small of your back, and lately, the word friend sounds like a lie to your own ears.

𐔌 One night, you almost kissed. It was raining, and you were sharing his umbrella. You turned to say something, only to find his face merely inches from yours, his eyes softening as neither of you moved. Then he tittered, whispering, "We’d be so bad at this, wouldn’t we?" You agreed, but your hand still reached for his anyway.

𐔌 He finally confessed his love in the dark of his car, his hands gripped the wheel like he was about to die. Your breath started fogging up the window, and he didn't even look at you. "I love you." he finally forced out, his voice was so quiet that it was like the words were practically ripped out of him. "I'm in love with you. I have been for so long that I don't even remember what life was like before you."

[irwinashton]

This is so rockstar bf #sluttyguyliner

[demilukeh]

Hehe can you write a smutty calum hood talking you through it imagine…..

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︵Calum Hood x afab!reader◌Ⳋ𝅄── by DemiLuke

#|Fanfic #|Smut #|Friends to lovers #|BFM

Summary: You and Calum were close friends, you used to visit him at his house often to "talk about music," but this time you did something very different.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, rpf, Calum dom, fingering, cock riding, unprotected p in v.

A/N: I don't know if it's very similar to the request, but I hope you like it anyway. Sorry it took so long, my brain works at 4fps.

Word count: 1.5k

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You two were sitting on the sofa in Calum's living room, as you did every Friday when he went to record or practice his songs.

Sometimes you ended up doing completely different things. There was a certain level of trust between both of you, enough to wander through conversations and how you used your time. Sometimes you would start cooking dinner together when you stayed overnight at his house, or you would start watching TV because you ended up talking about a really good series that, according to him, you should also watch.

Sometimes you did everything but argue about music, but that was fine because at the end of the day you both felt satisfied, even if it was a waste of time.

But this time was different...

That day you arrived at his house and found him in his living room, lying on his sofa. The lights were off, only the natural daylight was coming in. For a moment you even thought Calum wasn't home until you approached and recognized his figure among the rumpled sheets above him, taking a nap shirtless and hugging a pillow.

You couldn't deny it, being in his house and seeing him like that made you feel some intimacy between the two of you, maybe because there was some.

You sat down next to him and waited a while; sleepiness was starting to affect you too, it was contagious perhaps, and you would have ended up lying down next to him if he hadn't woken up first.

"What are you doing here, babe?" His voice still sounded husky as he sat up, running a hand over his face, but you could tell he was familiar with the situation.

"I-" The words wouldn't come out. Calum was making you nervous. Of course there was tension between the two of you, even if you wouldn't admit it. This was like throwing gunpowder on a fire that was already burning. "I came because... well, today is Friday." You had already lost sight of the original purpose of the visits; you only did it to see Calum, and he always invited you to see him, simple.

"Seriously...? Damn, I didn't realize what time it was, forgive me, beautiful." He stretched, still sitting, and ran a hand over the back of his neck. He wasn't as affected as you, but he knew exactly what he was doing. "Don't you want to come over for a while? I think it would be a good way to spend the day." He joked, but you seriously considered it.

His relaxed expression was replaced by one of understanding, he didn't mind you "invading" his personal space. Calum never said it, but he wanted you close most of the time.

You were stiff on the edge of the sofa next to his outstretched legs. He took you in both hands and pulled you closer to him, saying nothing; it wasn't necessary for now. He hugged you from behind; he was still warm from being wrapped up for so long. His skin gave you a feeling of tranquility you couldn't explain.

"Sorry... I... I don't think this is a good idea, Calum. First of all, I shouldn't have barged in like I owned the place." Only then did you start using your brain instead of your heart. "And... and don't you think it's weird that, being best friends, you call me 'love', 'darling', "babe'..." Your heartbeat was accelerating, yet Calum didn't move a muscle to let you go.

"If you don't like it, I'll stop." His tone was a little lower, his arms still gently embracing your neck. "But you know it's not just me."

Calum's face drew closer, pressing between your neck and shoulder. His movements weren't meant to be intrusive; they were gentle and comforting, a way of calming you down.

"Tell me the truth, don't you want it too?" Calum's voice was a whisper; part of him didn't want to say it, but on the other hand, he was tired of pretending they were just good friends so he could be with you. Now he had you in his arms and didn't want to let you go.

You tried to think about what was best at that moment, but Calum's hands caressing your arms wouldn't let you do it properly.

Cal positioned you between his legs, and you ended up lying against his chest. "Calum?" One of his arms was still around your neck, muffling your words against his skin.

His other hand slid down to lift your shirt to your collarbone. A blush crept across your face, but you didn't stop him. Soon you felt the liberating sensation of your bra unhooking. Calum removed it and set it aside.

"It's okay if I...?" His hand touched your soft skin, he didn't hold back but you could feel the slight tremor of his fingers as he grabbed one of your boobs.

"Yeah" His warm touch on your skin was intoxicating, but he didn't stop there.

"Then I'm going to slide my hand... and open you up a little." Just as he said, his hand went down to your pants, unbuttoned them, and put his hand all the way down. You felt his fingers warm your pussy; he was right on a sensitive spot, and he didn't hold back from putting three fingers inside you. The movement slowed down as he went deeper.

Your rapid breathing turned into gasps; you definitely hated—in a good way—the way his fingers withdrew from you, making you tremble. Every shred of composure or self-control was killed by the hickeys he left on your neck; his lips sucked as if trying to trap the warmth of your skin, leaving a trail of saliva when he finished.

Calum was entertained watching you twitch on top of him, but his mind was elsewhere, he wanted a piece of the pie too. "Is it too much to ask you to ride me? I know you're a little... 'weak' right now." His tone softened. "But I want to put it inside you and see you give it your all. Can you, babydoll?"

Your breathing was shallow as he withdrew his fingers again; you had heard what he had said, you just needed to catch your breath. Calum loosened his arm around your neck, didn't want to overwhelm you, so he let you relax for a second. Also he carefully readjusted your shirt and finished removing your pants so they wouldn't get in the way.

After a while, as their breathing tried to stabilize, you turned around to look at him. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the heat, a thin layer of sweat covered his entire body, and his eyes were fixed on you. There was no way you wouldn't want to continue, not when he looked so good.

"Kiss me"

"Wha-" Calum was still catching his breath; he hadn't expected your request so soon.

"Kiss me, now."

When you approached him to do what you asked, he didn't refuse, rather, he drew you closer. His left hand, placed on your cheek, slightly ruffled the hair that fell across your face, while his other hand caressed your thigh.

Your breath mingled with his as he moistened your face with each kiss, it was hot, but that wasn't enough, you needed more, especially when it came to Calum.

You heard his moan the moment he lifted you by the hips to mount his cock; he wasn't very careful, his thoughts were somewhat clouded at that moment. When you felt him enter you, a wave of heat washed over you. Cal's hands only gripped you, pulling you down further. You let yourself fall onto his sweaty chest, you needed it 'case u couldn't stay upright as he quickened his pace, lifting you up and then thrusting back in. It was hard for him to go fast because you were somewhat tight, but even so, it wasn't gentle at all.

"What happened, princess? Did you get tired so quickly?" Calum said, pressing his lips to your ear, you could feel his warm breath against your skin. His tone was a mixture of that usual familiarity and a romantic tenderness.

"I'm fine." Lie. You were melting on top of him, he hadn't even tried to stop when he was talking to you, which only made it harder to think of a response.

"No, you're not." He didn't just laugh a little, he planted a kiss on your cheek, almost an apology for what he was about to do.

Cal pressed your hips down, you could hear his breathing become ragged and turn into gasps, he wasn't holding back, he thrust his cock all the way in to fill you up, when he pulled it out again his movements became slower, not by choice but because he felt you trembling and scratching his skin, his cum had left you sticky, the sensation had you numb. You were looking for something to hold on to, but you couldn't quite grab onto his back, so they only ended up being harmless scratches for Calum.

The room filled with the sound of your screams and Calum's moans muffled by your hair. Who the fuck needed to talk about music when you could do something so much better?

[ro-writesstuff]

kiss me like you mean it.

a/n: my first time writing smut adjacent things in a while (I’m so sorry if this is shit I did my best okay 😔) enjoy!

summary: a fight with Ashton turns into something softer.

cw: fighting, slight make out sesh

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

***

it was a dumb thing to say. idiotic even.

yes. definitely idiotic.

it started off with one question about his tour schedule and somehow ended like a car wreck that did about a thousands flips in the two minutes that already passed.

“why don’t you say anything, ash? you hate it as much as the other guys do!”

“it’s a decision we all make, Y/N. I can’t keep telling you that!”

“oh so so now it’s my fault that you’ve been gone for half the year?”

“wow.”

***

guilt leans your body against the wall, head meeting the wall with a light thump, and a flood of emotions rolls into your stomach when you see him.

ashton’s humming softly to himself, hunched over his guitar, clearly exhausted. his fingers fidget with the strings, their usual familiarity with the instrument far gone.

he’d fled the room earlier in a quiet disbelief, your words pushing him at an alarming rate. you’d had your fair share of fights as a couple, but this one felt like the worst.

you tap on the door. “hey.”

“hi.”

you gesture to the empty space next to him, “can i-?”

he shifts slightly, eyes distracted. “yeah.”

you note his one word answers: not good.

“heard you playing earlier.”

any word you said felt like a scar to his body, bloody and painful.

his focus returns back to the instrument.

“hmm.”

your hand meets his before he starts nervously playing like he was.

“I’m sorry.”

ashton’s breath hitched like you’ve said it again. tears prick at his wyes, threatening to escape. he reaches and places the guitar on its stand as you search for explanation for him. an answer. anything, really.

he stops you before you could start.

“you think I want to be away from home? from my family, and-”

you swallow hard.

“that i-… i like being so far from you? no. it fucking sucks. and I hate that when I call you there’s that crack in your voice when i ask if you’re okay. i-”

his hazel eyes meets yours, and you feel like your skin is on fire. the guilt in your body is replaced with something warmer.

he sighs and you feel his breath close to you, “i would never go on tour again if it mean that you were always with me.”

his lips are on yours and it feels like you both can breathe again. ashton’s hand press against your face, caring and secure as his tongue clashes with yours.

the hurt has faded, but your stomach twists at the guilt that still aches. your hands tangle in his hair as he pulls back as you ramble,

“I’m so sorry, ash. I was being a complete asshole and I didn’t-”

“hey,” he lightly shushes you, “none of that sweetheart.”

you nod, his lips biting and sucking as they travel down your neck to your chests. your eyes shut at the feeling, ashton’s actions making your grind against him.

his lips leave a small trail of red on your chest as he looks at you.

“I love you. so much, Y/N.”

“i love you more, ash.”