#boyfriend 5sos blurb

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missed but never forgotten 💔

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

Final result soft boyfriend!luke from this poll<3

Sunflowers & Chocolates🌻🍫

Luke + f!reader

Warning : none! Well except for my horrible writing lol.

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Luke was happy, really happy. He just got home from tour in which he, not to be dramatic but had the time of his life, he is in a pretty good place in his relationship, the bands doing good and honestly he can’t believe it. He never thought that he would be in this place like at all. And he doesn’t want this high to end ever.

And with that in mind he thought of doing something for his girlfriend who he still hasn’t met after getting back. He went to the flower shop near his house and got a big bouquet of sunflowers (her favorite), then he got a box of chocolates and her favorite ice cream and he was ready to go.

He drove up to her apartment, greeted the small dog at the entrance (maybe he spent a little while petting it) and finally knocked on her door. It wasn’t locked but she didn’t answer, with worried eyes he slowly inched his way inside. “Baby!” His voice rang as his blue eyes searched every inch of the place. “Y/N” he called again, voice laced with worry.

He nearly dropped all of the stuff he had in his hands, nearly. But in a second he had her wrapped up in his long arms, head resting on top of hers, kissing her here and there. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, his arms bringing her closer to his body, if that’s even possible.

He nearly dropped all of the stuff he had in his hands, nearly. But in a second he had her wrapped up in his long arms, head resting on top of hers, kissing her here and there. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, his arms bringing her closer to his body, if that’s even possible.

He nearly dropped all of the stuff he had in his hands, nearly. But in a second he had her wrapped up in his long arms, head resting on top of hers, kissing her here and there. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, his arms bringing her closer to his body, if that’s even possible.

“Nothing, ‘s fine” she says as she nuzzle against him, breathing in his expensive cologne. “Just hold me and I’ll be fine”

Luke hummed dropping one last kiss on the top of her head, picking her up as she squealed. He knew how to work in these situations, knew that she’ll talk to him when needed. He smiled, looking down at her face as he held her bridal style. Her arms wrapped around his neck. He dropped his head until his lips can brush against her lips. “I love you” he mouthed as he took her to the bed and placed her gently on top of it.

He crawled up on the bed, got comfortable then he pulled her onto his lap. “I love you more” she replied finally, reaching up to kiss his nose which scrunched in return launching her to a fit of giggles. “Impossible” he retorted, kissing her forehead as his fingers kneaded through her silky hair. “No way”

After a while of laying on top of him and listening to his heartbeat, she asked in a mumble “So, what did you get me?” He chuckled, squeezing her “Well, I bought you chocolate-”. “Say no more!” She said, sprinting out of the room. He laughed to himself, walking behind her to the living room table.

“Aww baby! You bought me sunflowers!” She exclaimed happily, turning around to kiss the man she was in love with. “Of course, baby” he replied, right after she pulled away. “That’s probably melted” he said referring to the bucket of ice cream he bought.

“Wow what crime did you commit?” She joked as she put it in the fridge, the flowers in water and opened the box of chocolates. “Can’t I love my girl?” Luke asked cheekily.

“You can! But it’s time for your girl to love you. So, go sit on the couch rockstar.” She said turning around.

“Here you go” she said feeding him a piece of chocolate. “But I got them for you”

“And now I’m feeding them to you” she said with wide eyes as if she’s talking to a child. He shook his head softly, taking the piece of chocolate onto his mouth, biting softly at her finger teasingly.

“Hey!”

“I actually got you something else too” he said, hesitantly looking up at her eyes. “What? Luke you didn’t have to!” She said with a mouth full of chocolates. He chuckled, wiping the corner of her mouth with his thumb. “I did baby, I did”.

He suddenly dropped to the floor and got on one knee. She nearly choked on her own spit as he reached inside a pocket and pulled out a small silver ring. “W-what are you doing?” She asked, the shock evident in her voice.

He took her hand in his and put the ring on her ring finger. Then he intertwined their hands as brought it to his face and gave a quick kiss. “It’s a promise ring. I promise to love you and be right here next to you for as long as you allow me to.”

“Luke!” She exclaimed, getting on her knees right next to him. “I love you so much!”

It was at that moment that Luke knew that there was no away he could ever not be happy as long as she was there.

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A/N : I feel like this sucked so hard! I haven’t written in months and so this felt like first time writing a fic, I’m sorry but I hope you enjoyed it nevertheless.

[slvtforasht0n]

Jealousy, jealousy

title inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s track on Sour

.✦ || Boyfriend!Ash x Reader

.✦ || This is your first time being a stagehand at your boyfriend and his band’s show. Even though you couldn’t watch him perform, a particular interaction between him and a female fan piqued your interest. You couldn’t help but look, ought to see what’s happening. Instead, jealousy gets the better of you once you see what’s really going on, your mood permanently shifted. At least, that’s what it felt like.

A/N: first half is highly based on that one interaction that happened in the 5SOS diaries. forever jealous of that girl lol. anyway, i hope you like what i’ve brought out for you for my first post ever. kinda always wanted a tumblr account to post every idea or blurb i get, but ya girl can be very very lazy sometimes.

inspired to write smut ever since i had wattpad. saying this loud and proud. loved duplicity, stall and malignant so there’s that random fact (turn it up for all the other harries/directioners reading this)

i don’t write that much so i’m still trying to improve wherever i need to. ps. english isn’t my first language, so if you do spot grammer/vocab mistakes, it’s not on me sista, still learning:3 sooo i guess i’ll just finish it off by saying this; sit back, relax and enjoy :^)

CONTENT WARNING: fluff & smut, praise kink, oral (m!receiving), spitting, sliiiight dirty talking

WORD COUNT: 5,2k

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As much as you hate your boyfriend in this moment— he wriggled his way to here. His hands all over your frame, reaching to every spot he can find, almost as if his hands have a mind of their own.

His kisses grow more impatient, needy and full of want. Drawing gentle circles against the small strip of bare skin on your back, making you both break the kiss apart with a small gasp.

You weren’t sure of your emotions. Did you want to continue and make him have his way with you? Or did you want to push him away and strangle the living hell out of him?

A faint whimper escapes your lips in between the kiss, his hand traveling down to the heat between your clothed legs. That feeling alone begs to differ. As much as you don’t want to admit to it. You still have that small abhor, but also intense jealousy from what happened prior to all of this.

He breaks the kiss apart, his eyes finding yours. The hazelly green forest almost dispersed into his black pupils, blown out and primed. Fuck… you think to yourself. He looks so provocatively striking, like an erotic sex-god, which is enough to drive you wild— both in a good and a bad way.

“Let me make it up to you, amore mio.” He prompts, his hands finding your waist again to pull you in closer, showing you how induced he is, the want and need inside of him written all over his face.

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This day has been…chaotic, booked, a haywire of physical and mental exertion that drove you into madness. Almost. You only had a 20 minute break before going back to work, crew following along, five different people guffing into your earpiece that just rubs you the wrong way. Being irritated isn’t even slightly nearing to what you’re actually feeling.

Finally, you walked inside the venue, a moment of calm before the storm. Happy you can let your guard down for another minute or two. You take a deep breath, moving scenery and props along with two other crew members, joining in after your one true moment of silence.

Being a stagehand at a show of your own boyfriend is uncommon, just something you’re not really used to. You’re not sure if you’re able to keep your cool seeing Ashton on stage, beating those drums expertisely, face etched into pure concentration. You always found it to be a work of art, to see your boyfriend practicing at home or somewhere that isn’t on a stage.

But hey, you bite the bullet once it’s showtime, having to face away from the stage, meanwhile he’ll be there to steal the show.

The crew had cued that the band arrived several moments later, and as much as you want to run away to find him, you’re still stuck planning, discussing and arranging tonight’s act.

Hours have passed on and exhaustion seemed to get the better of you. The small gig now filled with a couple of thousands of fangirls, boys, moms, dads, you name it. Two thousand to be exact. You’re not sure if it makes you intrigued, or uncomfortable. Either way, you find yourself lucky you’re not in that crammed crowd.

Playing more intimate, smaller shows was out of the ordinary for the band, something they wouldn’t have done a year ago or two.

The show has started not long after, and your back is facing the stage, eyes on all of these screaming fangirls for their idols in front of them, hands in the air, phones recording, but mainly their loud screams that’s luckily muffled by your in-ears. All you could do is focus on the beat of the drums, imagining his every movement of prowess, how trickles of sweat is already forming on his forehead.

You don’t have it in you not to look, so you do. Just the smallest of sneak-peak. Though, his eyes immediately found yours, like all of his focus was on the back of your head this whole time. Your heart starts to pound faster against your chest, turning your head back to the crowd ahead. Just keep your cool… keep your cool— You have to remind yourself every minute. Or rather every second.

You’re glued to the spot, making sure everyone’s safe and sound. However, there’s a small interaction going on between a fan and… Ashton. His voice being heard through the microphone gives you some sort of solace, your focal point on every pronunciation and syllable on the words that falls from his lips.

This particular interaction is focused on the fan’s cardboard sign, stipulating that it’s her twenty first birthday and now legal to drink, suggesting Ashton a shot. They expeditiously agree and brought the stunned girl up stage. Your eyes followed hers, turning around to look at the stage ahead. You didn’t have the heart in you to dismiss this and act like nothing’s going on.

Ashton’s change of demeanour, presence next to this fan, and just the overall vibes he’s got going on throws you right off the wall. It’s like he’s throwing her a curveball of coy behaviour, something that doesn’t sit right with you. It’s either that or you’re overthinking it. But then again, you might not be, especially having your eyes glued on him right now, watching him unfold into someone he’s not.

You hate it. You hated every second of it, watching the scene ahead. She gets to be the one giving your sweaty boyfriend a hug, a prolonged hug. Sharing a shot, looking into his eyes- him looking into her eyes. It’s like hot steams are blowing out of your ears by how much you hate seeing this with your own eyes. If it were possible, you’d throw Ashton’s drum kit right to his head out of spite and anger. You can’t believe him.

You’re definitely not overthinking, since you’ve picked up on him being ‘the man of the show’. Trying to seem more charming and appealing, in all the wrong ways. You know he loves getting this type of attention, boosts his ego in the wrong way and you’d love to just kick him right in the nuts.

Once the show’s over, you’re finally in your own privacy, changing your uniform to your day to day outerwear. A knock is heard on the door, catching you out of your hazy thoughts, while also feeling jealous and incensed. You open the door and you’re immediately knocked down with a feather.

“What are you doing here?” you utter, laced in a grim tone, not expecting to see his cheery face. Ashton stands in front of you, eyebrows raised by your surprising outburst.

“Checking in on my girlfriend. What else would I be doing?” He responds nonchalantly, entering the small room without needing to ask for permission. Of course he wouldn’t.

He runs a hand through his damp curls, looking around the room before looking back to you. It’s like he struggles to read you and why you’re not responding to him, why you’re facing away from him. “Hey…” He starts off, walking up to you and placing his hands on your waist, making you turn around to face him.

You push his hands off your body almost immediately, his eyes on stalks. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he counters, his eyes searching yours.

The more he acts this oblivious, the more you want to give into the idea of kicking him in the nuts and walking out of this room. You decide to just tell him before he’s going for the the well known question ‘are you on your period?’.

“The fuck was that up stage?” you angrily mutter, crossing your arms over your chest.

He seems confused, which is one more reason to be angry at him. How can he be so painfully heedless? You desperately need to just knock some sense into that thick skull of his.

“What?” he raises his arms in an ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ motion.

“Oh, so now you’ve got memory loss? Great.” you roll your eyes, facing the other way instead of him. Again. How can a human being manage to piss you off this much? It’s inane.

“Amore… tell me.” He waits for you to say something, anything at all, but all you do is stand there and glare, causing him to take a step closer to you. “Was it the girl who I did a shot with?”

Bingo.

You can’t help but roll your eyes again, as if it wasn’t that obvious why you’d be mad at him about that in the first place.

“Oh come on… Nothing happened, alright? Just did her a favour and probably made her whole night.”

“Yeah, right.” You bite back immediately, not buying any of the bullshit he’s spitting. You can’t even look him in the eyes. You’re deranged in anger, but also so confused and hurt. He’d never gone this close to a girl before in all the months you’ve been dating, so he surely needs to understand why you’re acting the way you are.

“Why are you making a big deal out of this?” he murmurs, managing to boil your blood to the point you could burn anything you touch into ashes.

“Are you kidding me, Ash?” you poss in vexation, glaring through his soul. Words can’t express how tense you’re getting and how much you want to wipe that foolish smirk off his face.

“Babe, you can’t be serious, can you?” He sneers, his eyes giving you a once over. You only let out a frustrated sigh, turning your back to him a third time.

You don’t know what he deserves more, a sucker punch right to his jaw or the infamous silent treatment. Maybe both could give him a well-earned reality check.

“Are you seriously mad about some measly fucking interaction? Really, Y/N?” he huffs, seeming more annoyed than amused this time. Which makes you, on the other hand, infuriated by even more rage.

The way he acts so unbothered is insufferable. You turn on your heel, facing him, an angry etched expression on your face he certainly can’t dismiss now. “You were flirting with her, you ass! Right in front of me!” You bark back, sick of his apathetic state. Just utterly sick of him.

“I wasn’t, Y/N! Why would you even think that?” he retorts, his obliviousness turning into annoyance, his arms now crossed over his chest as well.

You don’t respond, only letting out a spiteful scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I really don’t see what’s wrong here. You have no reason to be mad at me. None.” he mutters, which is just the cherry on the cake, isn’t it? You let out another angry huff before turning on your heel and leaving him in the room, despite it being yours.

However, you’re not as quick as you thought you were as he catches your wrist, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t run away from me, baby. None of that bullshit. Talk it out with me, curse me out, just don’t ever shut me out, okay?” he calmly explains, his eyes trained on yours with his eyebrows creased together in concentration on you. Only you. You take a deep breath, flicking your eyes in between his.

“Why were you flirting with that girl?” you ask after a long pause, your eyes focusing on that one curl that fell on his forehead.

“I wasn’t.” He responds, and it just made you feel even more obscured from this ridiculous situation that brought tension between you two.

You’re starting to think you might be overdoing it. Might be a bit of the jealous kind and just making this ought to paint you to be dramatic.

“Is that all you have to say?” you mask getting offended by his short, incoherent reply, just by answering repulsively back.

“What more can I say then? You’re making a mountain out of a molehill here.” He crosses his arms again, and it just messes with your head on what type of emotions and feelings are coursing through him. What his thought process is, ‘cause he’s doing everything he can to dismiss the issue. Dismissing your feelings that are as valid as can be. At least that’s what you wanna think.

“Never mind.” You pull away from his grip, sitting down at the nearest couch. You’re done trying to argue to a wall, because that’s the position you feel like you’re in, feeling trapped in a loophole if he continues to act this clueless.

He looks over at you, no remorse whatsoever, and that somehow rises more anger out of you, though you make sure you keep your poker-face. There’s no point anymore if he won’t try to understand you.

“Are ya really just gonna sit there and stare?” he asks. But after a long pause, he just knows there’s not going to be a reply.

“Silent treatment won’t solve anything, love.” he adds, looking at you across the room, his eyebrows furrowed as he runs his hand through his hair again.

“Y/N…Just quit it already, will ya?” he grows more annoyed and impatient by your attitude. However, nothing will make you utter out a word again. Not when he at least attempts to apologise.

“Fuck’s sake, Y/N… I don’t have time for this. I’m sorry, alright? I wasn’t flirting with the girl- would never do that.”

You think to yourself you might have overexaggerated on wanting an attempted apology, cause it just pisses you off even more.

“Talk to me…” he prompts, taking a few steps closer to you.

You don’t respond, and he takes it as some sort of indication to stride closer. He takes your hands in his, pulling you up to your feet and cupping your jaw, making sure you look him in the eyes. “Please?”

You hate him. You hate him so much you’re becoming a tough nut to crack, and he’s fully aware of that. He knows how stubborn and jealous you can get over the smallest things. Still, you don’t know where his mind is.

He pulls you in for a kiss, connecting his lips with yours, catching you by surprise. His hands are trailing down your body and reposing on your waist, pulling you closer than before.

If this is how he ventures his way out to say sorry to you, when you can’t take it as a simple word, you’re not…entirely against it.

You stare profoundly into his eyes after he breaks the kiss, his eyes searching yours—But your feelings are very conflicting. You so want to give in, but you’re still mad. And you still hate him. Well, you’re trying to make yourself hate him.

It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve uttered out a word, but that’s none of your concern as you pull him in for another heated kiss, your hand finding its way through his tousled hair, earning a soft groan on his end. His tongue slips out and swipes at your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth as you oblige immediately.

He has you fully wrapped around your finger. You can’t even be mad at him anymore, even if it’s play pretend.

His hands are on your waist, but it didn’t take long before one hand slips between your legs, making you instantly weak in the knees.

“Let me make it up to you, amore mio.” replays in your mind over and over when you brought him in for another desperate kiss, pouring out all of your feelings and love for him. The way he said it, the desperation in his voice and his dilated eyes— you can never say no to that. You need him.

You’re a hot mess, letting out huffs of pleasure as he continues to palm you through your jeans, like an attempt to hear you, even if it’s not through articulated words.

He pulls away from your lips, traveling his heated series of kisses down to your pulse-point, eliciting another hot whimper out of you. You’re dazed and all you want is more. More of him. Just more.

He hoists you up, your legs immediately clinging around his hips as he leads you towards the small couch, laying you down and hovering his body over yours.

He’s such a sight for sore eyes, carrying the grace of dawn and the mystery of dusk. Your eyes wandering over every feature of his face, just taking him in. He bites back a smile, his eyes lingering on your chest, then back to your eyes. “Want me to make you feel good, yeah?” his voice is ragged with desire, low and husky that has such a toll on you.

He goes back in for a fervent kiss before you could even respond, pouring out all of his love for you that makes you forget the anger you once had a thousand times more. Your hands wander over his shoulders, all the way down to his hips, pulling him in closer, trapping him in between your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lets out a low grunt in between the kiss, his hips grinding against your heat, drawing out another small sound out of you. His hands that has a mind of its own fondling your breasts through the thin material of your shirt, like he couldn’t get enough of you and he physically needs more. You want more of him too, totally entranced by him, the heat of desire pooling in between your legs with an intensified want to have him in ways that’s unrefined. He moves towards the crook of your neck again, marking you up as his.

You’re already impatient as is, your uncoordinated fingers fumbling with his belt, like you can’t stand seeing him in clothes for another wasted second. He lets you, still immersed in marking your neck up, making sure there are angry marks left behind.

Once you’ve found the zipper of his tight jeans, you tug the material down, his hands coming in rescue and helping himself out of his jeans. In an instant, he pulls at the hem of your shirt, dragging the material over your head and throwing it somewhere in the room. Your eyes have wandered off to the door behind him and suddenly you’re too aware that someone could walk in easily.

“Babe… this room has no lock.” you mention, evoking a small smirk on his face. “Don’t you think it’s more fun that way? No one’s gonna come in.” He teases, eyes shamelessly staring at your bra, like he’s trying to smog up the power to disappear things with his mind.

“But-“ he’s quick to pipe you down by a kiss on the lips. “No ‘but’s’, you’re safe with me, amore.”

You pull him back in, sick of prolonging this any longer and seriously needing a good fuck if he’s gonna make it worth the while. If this is his way to at least attempt to apologise, then he better makes it good. Not that he has ever disappointed you in that division.

He hovers over you again, faces inches from yours, his hand snaking under your back to unclasp your bra in what feels like a nanosecond. He pulls the material off your body like it’s some sort of pest- like he’s been wanting it off since the moment he had laid eyes on you. He nips and sucks at your skin, hands exploring every inch of you. He licks a stripe right above your boobs, staring up at you with a well-known grin, eager to have his way with you.

He swipes his tongue over your sensitive nipple, lapping you up and then latching you in between his lips, paying great attention to you with his mouth, suckling and nibbling on your flesh. His other hand wanders to your untended breast, his fingers playing with the other nipple. You let out a soft whimper, already captivated by his fervent skills, your fingers threading through his soft curls.

Your eyes catches his, a sultry grin appearing on his face that has you overdriven with more arousal, more desire for him.

He moves to your other nipple, giving it the same, equal attention, drawing even more sounds and pants out of you.

All you really want is for him to hurry up. Your mind can’t get off of that damned door that has no lock on it, and he’s about to undress you intimately, which has made you apprehensive. He quickly catches on by your stiff demeanour and he lowers himself down, licking a long strip down your bare stomach- trying to make you forget about the door.

You lull your head back, your breath ragged and uneven as you tug at his golden strands tighter than before, earning a low grunt from him. He sure knows how to make you forget about stuff in an instant.

He has his hands on each side of your hips, trailing them towards the button of your black jeans. He works his way to get you out of your clothes, fast and determined, pulling the fabric down your thighs as you help him kick off the material.

“So gorgeous f’me, amore.” he grunts, quickly discarding his shirt off of him, accentuating his perfect, sweaty body to you, the sculputred abs and delicious pecs staring right at you as we speak. You sit up straight on the couch with only the flimsy laced underwear you’re wearing covering three percent of your body at most.

His eyes widen the moment you drop down to your knees in front of him, head-level with the black boxer briefs clung tightly on him. It highlights the swell of his tent that’s covered by the thin material of his Calvin Kleins. Your doe-eyed expression seems to get the better of him, already biting his bottom lip from your sight.

You waste no time, hooking your fingers under the material of his boxers, sliding them down ‘till they drop to his feet. He’s quick when it comes to stepping out of them, eager for you.

You’ve seen him like this before, plenty of times even, but right now— it’s like his arousal is as painful as it seems. His tip an angry shade of pink, pre-cum glazing down to his shaft. His breathing is laboured, his eyes concentrated on you, like he’s trying to moderate himself, keeping everything under control before he snaps.

You wrap your hand around his cock, the smallest of touch already making him hiss in pleasure. With deep shared eye contact, you start to pump him slowly, collecting the pre-cum that’s spilling out of him, whirling it over his tip, eliciting another desperate whimper from his agape lips. His eyebrows are creased, the purity in his eyes completely gone- reciprocated into something more coarse and obscene.

“Baby.. open your mouth.” he demands in a breathier tone, and you instantly oblige. With that, he cups your jaw with both of his large hands, his eyes intensely staring at yours. You don’t know what to expect, but he stars to hover over you, his face significantly closer to yours. He gives you that snarky smirk you know all too well, and then makes sure to lift your jaw a little up higher as he spits into your mouth without caution. Your eyes widen a little, his spit landing right on your tongue.

“Now swallow f’me, amore.” he orders, and you do exactly as he says.

Jesus…even in times like these— he still tastes divine.

His one hand threads through your hair, his other leaving the underside of your chin. “Show me what you’ve got…be my good girl.” he growls, standing up straight. You’re completely gone off guard by this small interaction between you and him, but you quickly shake it off, your trembly hand going back to where it was before.

You lick a strip up over his shaft, swirling your tongue on his tip that has him already writhing for more. You finally take him in your mouth, wrapping your lips sweetly around him and taking him inch by inch, a swall groan leaving his lips in exchange.

You set up a space, sucking him as you wrap your hand around the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth, his hand threading in your hair expeditiously. Low grunts and groans escapes his mouth, totally entranced by your ministrations as he couldn’t help but thrust forward, meeting your pace and rhythm all. He hits the back of your throat at every thrust, tears already brimming in your eyes that eventually seeps down to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but suck him with more precision, eyes deeply concentrated on his breathtaking face.

The desperation and anguish is written all over him, like he couldn’t bear this and needs you in ways where it’s humanly impossible to describe. Sweat already trickles over his forehead, eyes pleading for you, in a way that makes you believe his pupils are contorted into spelling your name- his want like a screeching howl that blares through your eardrums.

In a quick motion, he pulls out of you and you take your time to catch your breath, heaving them out like you’ve ran a marathon, quickly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He pulls you to your feet, hands on your hips and instantly pushing you backwards on the couch as your back hits the cushions, laying flat on the surface. Hovering over you, he delicately scans his eyes over your whole frame, taking in every detail from your tousled hair to your almost naked self. He traps himself in between your spread out legs, his length making contact with your lower abdomen, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

His arms are on each side of you, a few strands of his curls hanging over his forehead. “Need to fuck you, baby. Need you right now.” He murmurs, his voice hoarse and his tone laced in pure lust.

You bite your bottom lip as he positions you, hands firmly grasping your hips in desperation. “Please…” You utter out, the only thing your lips can form as a sole word, while your mind is going a million miles an hour with how much you have to say.

The warmth of his palms are soon replaced by the cool air hitting your hips, his hands sliding down to your thighs as his fingers prudently play with the lace of your underwear. “So beautiful…” He murmurs in almost a whisper. “I only have eyes for you, you know that right?” He adds, his eyes searching yours.

You nod, examining him. “I know...” you reply in a soft mumble and his lips quirk up in a lopsided smile.

You glance down his body, and the sight alone has you as weak as water. He pumps himself a few times, eyes still trained on yours. He pulls at the laced material of your panties, prodding his length right under the fabric as he teasingly begins to rub himself against you. You let out a stifled moan, eyebrows creased upwards in simple pleasure. He’s fervent with you, fastening his pace ever so slightly that drives you insane. “So wet f’me, yeah?” he grunts, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your soft moans are muffled in between the kiss as his hand that rested on your hip is now gripping your thigh, quickly hooking it over his shoulder. He positions himself at your entrance, gliding himself inside you fervently with your panties now pushed aside. A soft gasp escapes your throat, head already lulled back by how full he’s making you feel once he’s fully inside. After making sure you adjust to him, he begins to set up a slow pace, hovering over your body even closer as this new profound feeling intensifies, hitting you in all the right places.

“So fucking pretty for me, baby… Let me hear you, yeah? Moan f’me…” he praises, and all you could do in response to that is grow louder- despite still being in a semi-public setting. There’s a small chance someone could walk in, or even hear you through the door, but your mind is elsewhere. It’s on him, totally engulfed in pleasure he gives you.

“Taking me so well…” He pants, heaving out breaths as his thrusts start to become rougher, dragging out more moans out of you. “So good for me, aren’t you? Gonna fill you up so well...” He continues, his hands trailing over every inch of your body, fingers lightly pinching at your nipples, eliciting another whimpery moan from your lips.

He continues to thrust into you deliciously, hooking your other leg over his other shoulder, this newfound angle hitting your sweet spot delightfully over and over again. Moans spill out of you in an overwhelming sensation, that’s probably music to his ears by the way he’s thoroughly captivated by you.

His own moans fall from his lips once your hips buck up to match his rhythm of his thrusts. “I’m so close...” you heave out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He takes this as a sign to fuck you harder. Rougher. Like he wants to break you in half.

He adds his thumb to your sensitive clit, drawing out louder moans, that has no way of becoming less when it’s only pitching up higher in decibels. “You’re so fucking hot, baby…So perfect.” he praises you, totally wrapped up in utter pleasure, the slapping sounds of skin on skin echoing through the room.

“Please…” you plead in a high whimper, not really sure why, but you’re completely overdriven in ecstasy, his thumb on your sensitivity never leaving you which adds to more pleasure, egging you on.

“Yeah, amore mio? Gonna give it to me, aren’t you? Show me… Show me how good I make you feel.” he groans completely out of breath, his chest glistening with his own sweat. He leans down, folding you in half like a damned pretzel, hitting you even deeper than before. He nips on the skin at the crook of your neck, humming against you.

“Making me feel so good…” he murmurs against your skin, his thrusts piercing more moans out of you, knowing how much you enjoy his rough side.

The bubbling feeling inside your lower abdomen intensifies by the minute, exhibiting that you’re nearing the finish line. He knows by your desperate pants and graphic sounds as he strives to get you to the pinnacle point of pleasure, picking up on his thrusts, fucking you harder against the cushions with fervor.

Your brain starts to feel like scrambled eggs, moving from left to right in a stirring pan as his lips finds yours in a sweet quick kiss, pulling away to look at you. His hands grip your waist as tight as ever, definitely leaving a mark behind. His whimpers like a melody you can never get sick of, no matter how many times you’re willing to repeat the same tune.

A few more thrusts in and you hear the familiar ringing in your ears as you near the edge completely, your climax washing over you like a tidal wave. You scream out his name in the process, clenching sweetly around him as he follows right behind you and finishes, trails of curse words falling from his lips in heavy grunts—filling you with his cum.

He unhooks your legs from his shoulders, pulling out of you with a small gasp. He crashes down next to you, heaving out hefty breaths. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to his glistening body. “See? You’re safe with me, just like I told you.” he breathes, letting out a soft chuckle.

You turn your face to look at him, a genuine smile formed on your lips, despite being completely out of breath. “Mmmh, never said you were wrong.”

He chuckles in response, planting a sweet kiss to your temple. “You felt incredible baby, definitely needed this after the show.”

You smile, all the anger and jealousy from before completely wiped off of you. “I always do.” you counter with a smug grin, giving him a bit of a tease.

“A win-win situation for me, eh?” He eyes you, eyebrows raised with a cheeky smile. You laugh, shaking your head. “Definitely.” You agree, a small giggle followed after.

“So… I take it that you’re not mad at me anymore?” He asks, his voice laced in a sincere tone.

You had almost forgotten about how immensely infuriated you were before this happened. “I forgive you.” you murmur, glancing at him.

“I mean it when I told you I only have eyes for you.” he utters, pulling you even closer than before, pecking the top of your head.

This was definitely a way to end the night, after a very small gig took place and how the man of your dreams next to you can have you riled up in anger as well as desire in the span of two seconds. You’re not complaining about it at all. You wouldn’t have him any other way— even if it means all the ups and downs that comes with it.

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[lipringlrh]

formula one masterlist

series :

evermore (coming soon)

good riddance (coming soon)

love languages

alex albon :

blurbs:

comfy mornings

carlos sainz :

blurbs:

asking him to do the bow trend (550)

charles leclerc :

him - you and charles have begun to form a relationship, but you’re still calling your ex whilst he sleeps. charles x reader, lando x reader. (2.1k)

i know it won’t work - you don’t love charles anymore and it’s wrong to keep dragging him along. (1.8k)

blurbs:

first fight (300)

daniel ricciardo : (not writing for now)

small rooms and crowded spaces - you don't do well in crowded rooms or rooms full of people but daniel is always there to make you feel better. (1.1k)

fernando alonso :

~ nothing yet

george russell :

~ nothing yet

lance stroll :

~ nothing yet

lando norris : (not writing for now)

give you a show - when your roommates that good looking, it’s hard not to stare. (800)

he doesn’t want me when he’s sober - lando’s your best friend but seems to like you when he’s drunk. but then again, he seems to like everyone when he’s drunk. (1.5k) | lando ending | logan ending

him - you and charles have begun to form a relationship, but you’re still calling your ex whilst he sleeps. charles x reader, lando x reader. (2.1k)

look who's staring now - your boyfriends so pretty whilst he sleeps, how could you not stare at him? (800)

logan sargeant :

sneaking around - hiding your relationship from your brother is hard, should you tell him? should you not? (1.2k)

you said you were in love, i’m not sure you meant with me though - ft oscar piastri (1.4k) (personal fave)

max verstappen :

race for your heart - you’re not meant to be there, but you can’t stay away, especially not from the racer who can’t stop winning. (3.7k) (personal fave)

oscar piastri :

dirty streets - oscar swears he doesn’t like you but still holds your hand. (950)

‘tis the damn season - cold months and old towns reunite an old love. (2.1k)

you said you were in love, but i’m not sure you meant with me though - ft logan sargeant (1.4k) (personal fave)

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[watermelonsugacry]

2013 Blurbs

It's Not That Simple

YN and Harry being oblivious idiots and lie to their mums on the set of filming their new music video, Story of My Life (2.3k)

Publicist

YN’s character in the Best Song Ever music video.

Risky

Moments where YN and Harry get a little too touchy on stage.

Contagious

YN takes care of Harry when he has the stomach flu.

Jealousy Jealousy

A few moments where YN and Harry were jealous of one another and fans noticed.

Satisfied

Harry asks YN how her night went after seeing someone come out of her hotel room.

Almost

Moments where YN and Harry could have had their first kiss together while still in the band.

LM Discography

Songs YN helped write and produce for Little Mix over the years.

Try That

A little friendly competition between YN and Zayn.

Beanie

YN surely isn't jealous of Harry dating Taylor Swift.

English Love Affair

YN’s PR stunt with the drummer of 5SOS.

MOVE

The story of how YN and her boyfriend (and future fiancé) met.

Mirroring

Mirroring moment between Harry and YN over the years.

Stockholm Syndrome

The origin story of the song and its growth since then (3.1k)

[nostalgiabones]

Nightmares // L.H

This is a request from this prompt list! I’m working my way through them so please send me a number(s) and a band member if you’d like one💞

1. Holding their hands when they are shaking 

13. Playing their fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch

15. Calming them down when they have a bad dream 

“Baby,”

“I’m scared.” Luke sounded like a child as he mumbled against your skin. You had woken up moments earlier to him sitting up in bed, chest tight and trying to catch his breath as he realised where he was; safe, in your bedroom.

He didn’t have nightmares often, but when he did, they shook him up. Because when he had them, they weren’t of monsters that were quite obviously non existent, once he was awake. More often than not, they were realistic scenarios of someone he loved getting hurt in some way. And he couldn’t handle it.

“You’re alright Lu, I’m right here. It was just a bad dream, babe.” You pulled him into your arms and let him practically lay on top of you. His head fell to the middle of your chest, resting in the crook of your neck where the faded smell of your perfume flooded his senses. It helped to ground him. To remind him that he was safe, that you were there, and that the thoughts that plagued his mind weren’t real.

You held Luke as he cried quietly into your neck, taking sharp breaths. It broke your heart to see him so upset, when all you could do was reassure him that he was safe. He craved your warmth, your touch, anything that you could do to calm him down.

His hands were trembling against your shoulder, where he was trying to hold onto you. You took one of his hands into yours, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing gently, to ground him. Your other hand rubbed along his shoulders, trying to calm him down as he took shaky breaths against your neck.

“I hate it.” He whimpered quietly, his voice breaking in an attempt to stop the tears falling once more. You rubbed your thumb under his eyes, to wipe his tears, before swiping them across his cheekbones in a soothing gesture. “It scares me.”

“I know, I know you do.” You murmured in a reply. You ran your fingers through his messy, bleached curls, pushing them away from his face. The sensation of you gently scratching his scalp made him calm down. “I’ve got you though.”

You called Petunia’s name and it wasn’t long before she joined you on the bed. It was almost as if she hated seeing Luke upset as much as you did. She pushed her way under the duvet, trying her hardest to get under his arm where she usually laid.

“Hey, piggy.” Luke reached out to squish her cheeks, before stroking over her head, trying to distract himself. She moved closer, trying to give him kisses and nuzzle her face against his. “I’m okay, baby.”

His pounding heart seemed to slow a little as you ran your hands through his messy curls. His darker roots were starting to grow out into the bleached blonde locks, after spending several hours dying it weeks ago. His eyes felt heavy, weighed down from the tears and lack of sleep he’d had.

“You’re okay.” You soothed, continuing to run your hands through his hair as he cuddled in closer to you. He settled down, sighing deeply against your neck as he cuddled in closer to you. “Get some more sleep. I love you, okay?”

“Love you.”

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[calpops]

A soft night breeze cuts through the air and brings you closer to Calum. Duke is snuggled between you and the pillows and blankets laid on the grass provide a nest of warmth. The stars are out but your gazes cut from each other to the projector aimed at the house. The movie you watched the first night you spent with Calum plays but it’s merely background noise to the beat of his heart you can hear so clearly with your head pressed to his chest. Your fingers softly and mindlessly tap out the rhythm on his ribcage and you almost know that he’s smirking up at the night sky. It’s an innate habit to hear his heartbeat and tap it out for him, to compare it to the subtle thump of yours and know they’re beating in time with each other.

You sigh and he shifts, arms wrapping you up a bit tighter just as you silently wished for.

“You remember the first time we watched this?” Calum asks and captures your hand in his, laces your fingers together and glides his thumb across your knuckles. It’s his habit, a way to silently communicate and feel you with him.

“Of course,” you respond and scrunch up your nose. “But we didn’t do much watching.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the memory of the night and though it was long ago it still brings beautiful little nerves fluttering to life in your stomach.

Calum chuckles and Duke pops his head up with ears perked to show his interest. Calum uses his free hand to ruffle his ears and settle him back down into the snuggle. You tilt your face up and feel the warmth of his skin against the tip of your cool nose. You give him a small kiss to soft skin on his neck and burrow back into his embrace.

“Haven’t really been watching tonight either,” he admits and let’s his hand wander from yours to the curve of your hip. His fingertips lightly ghost up your side in a soft tickle that elicits a giggle.

“Me either,” you respond and conclude the movie doesn’t matter anymore. You shift up, weight on your hands sinking into the blankets so you can hover over him.

“I like this a lot more,” Calum says quietly and pulls you down for a kiss.

“Me too,” you say against his lips and know this will be how the rest of the night plays out.

The movie is forgotten in favor of kisses, the soundtrack is drowned out in favor of hearing each other’s heartbeats and content sighs. Just like the first night you attempted to watch. Just like any other night a movie is merely an excuse to snuggle in and stay wrapped up in each other for hours.

[whitterzthefangirl]

It’s Not Right But It’s OK

Doesn’t have the ending I want, but I’m sick of looking at it. <3 <3 <3 <3  Boyfriend!Calum w/ a side of Cheater!Calum   An arm, attached to the body of the man you loved, weighed on your mid-section as you laid in this king size bed. In an effort to make sure he stayed asleep, you withdrew your body from him slowly, gently placing his arm on the bed once your feet were safe on the ground. After 2 years of resenting him for being a heavy sleeper, you find yourself thankful for the quality in this moment. Not wanting to face him again just yet, you quickly remove yourself from the dark room with windows covered by black-out curtains. 

When you stumble into the kitchen, you are met with evidence of a night out. Shot glasses, and liquor bottles decorate the counter-top. It’s easy to spot your shot glass. Not only because it’s got a Princess crown on it, but because it’s the only one with bright pink lipstick on it, 

“Your signature color,” Calum had commented, kissing the corner of your mouth when you came to join everyone in the kitchen. He pulled you close with his arms around your waist, whispering into your ear, “There’s only one place I like seeing it more than your lips.” 

You had giggled in the moment, playfully nudging him away. You had known exactly what his dirty mind was thinking, and it had made you excited to come home after a night of drinking with his friends. As you stood in the kitchen now, on the morning after, you knew that the dirty sex you had wanted to partake in with your boyfriend hadn’t taken place, instead replaced by an argument. 

You found yourself in the ladies room, alone until you were joined by another with similar hair and eyes. Due to the amount of alcohol you had consumed, you complimented her top, a black lace number with red underlay. 

When you heard her mumble back, “Your boyfriend loved it on the floor of his hotel room, too,” you asked her to repeat herself, you were taken back when she didn’t back down, instead producing video evidence of your very blonde boyfriend making out with her in what looked like a very public place. 

While you knew this video  didn’t prove the pair had sex, it did prove that another women had touched the blonde hair you had loved so much. This thought pushed forward the memory of when you first came home to that new hair, giggling and running your hands through it, claiming you had a new boyfriend. ADD DETAIL HERE That had sparked sex in the? In that moment, your memory of sex with Calum didn’t matter. Afterall, this woman was flaunting video evidence of his infidelity in your face as if she wasn’t destroying everything you knew. She instead looked satisfied with herself. 

“I just wanted you to know,” she looked at your head tilted to the side, no trace of empathy in her eyes. 

Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing you rattled, you smiled back, pit in your stomach, and stupidly prayed that Calum had a good answer for this. You lied through your teeth, “Just started dating him a few weeks ago, and his hair has always been dark. Good to know we’re eskimo sisters,” you laughed harnessing every portion of sober you had, while taking so much effort considering the amount of shots that had already been consumed, “Feels so great to sleep with a popstar, am I right?”

Unsatisfied with her loss, she left the bathroom as your world shattered. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you began to shake, “This can’t be happening.” You shook your head from side to side, hoping something in your world would change. You found yourself praying that the last few moments hadn’t happened, instead wishing you could go back to living in ignorant bliss. Knowing what that truly meant, you found yourself putting your best face on, shuffling back to the booth where you had left everyone. Approaching the table, Calum smiles in your direction. 

 “Took you long enough. Want another drink?” Calum asked, pulling  you close to him with one arm around your waist. He attempted to kiss your temple, but missed when you dodged the gesture, hoping to avoid any contact with him for the rest of the night. 

“No drink, thank you,” you stood in a spot between him and Michael, not making eye contact. Never one for conflict in front of others, an effort you both made to save face, Calum didn’t pry but looked confused as he joined a conversation with Luke, and Ash about ordering more shots. 

With the knot in your stomach, it was difficult to remain upbeat, so it only took moments for Michael to lean over, asking if you were “OK”. “I’m good,” you had answered, smiling back at him, more to convince yourself than him, which you knew was the sad reality of your life in the moment. Despite the truth you now knew, you were internalizing the worst kind of pain, in an attempt to salvage a good night. Due to his action, you found yourself taking solace in the fact that eventually he too would be in pain, hurt by what you knew. 

With a pat on your thigh, Michael turned away with a smile. Looking at the others in the conversation, you had prayed for a good explanation, but your optimism was cut short when you remembered the 6 months following Calum’s blonde hair. 

“The rough patch,” you whispered out loud, drawing attention from Calum. 

As you stood there in shock, remembering how difficult the months with blonde Calum had been, you recognized the looks of worry on your tablemates’ faces. Following their eyes, you had realized their attention wasn’t on you, but instead behind you. WIthout turning, you suspected that the girl with similar hair and eyes was standing behind you with her black lace shirt, and red underlay. The look on not only Calum’s face, but Ash, Luke, and Michael’s face spoke volumes, confirming what you had hoped wasn’t true. 

Calum had cheated on you.

“What are you guys all looking at?” impressing yourself with how well you were holding it together. 

Luke and Ashton began opposite sentences, trying to come up with a good story, but neither were successful, so you moved your eyes to Calum’s. He looked as though he was going to be sick. His face was bright red, and he had begun to sweat. You turned to confirm what you suspected, seeing the girl with similar hair and eyes laughing with her friends. After making eye contact, you were aware that you could no longer hide. Stuck in your worst nightmare, in a very public place, you turned back to the members of the table, you made eye contact with Calum, “Who is she?” you asked, voice shaking, directing the question towards Calum.

You no longer cared about the girl with similar hair, and eyes, all that mattered in that moment were the next words that he created, “I don’t know. I’m not sure who she is,” you were disappointed to hear the lie continue, wishing you hadn’t seen what you had, because you wanted to be blinded with love enough to trust him. 

You turned to Ashton. He had been your first friend in LA, and the one to introduce you to Calum. At that moment, you could tell by the look in his eyes, that he was begging you not to ask him a word about the girl. This piled hurt onto your heart, confirming what you had feared in the bathroom. His friends, people you had considered your friends knew about his infidelity all along. How had none of them convinced your boyfriend to tell you about it after it happened? 

Redirecting the question to the entire table, you hoped one of them would speak up. When they didn’t, you spoke up more, louder this time, “Who is she?” If Calum was unwilling to admit what he had done, you were going to force someone else into it. 

It seemed as though time stood still, as seconds passed by, Luke finally spoke up, “She’s a friend of Sierra’s. I’ll go say hi,” you look on in confusion, unsure if it’s a lie. When Luke hugs the girl, it’s confirmed that he does know her. It forces you to wonder if this is how Calum had met her? Through someone you thought to also be your friend, Sierra. 

When it became obvious that Luke was asking her a question she didn’t like, her face turned angry, and you saw her look in your direction. Breaking eye contact with her, you had looked to Calum, who had moved his eyes from his drink up to the scene with Luke unfolding. The girl began shouting towards your table, and you felt forced to speak up, to end this before things got out of hand. While your friends continued their deceit, you couldn’t continue falling victim to it. 

“Calum,” you hissed,  “I know you slept with her. She told me in the bathroom,” you said it loud enough for only him to hear, but could feel the eyes of everyone on you. In another attempt to save face, you sighed loudly, and closed your eyes, blinking back tears in an attempt to take hold of your emotions, and continued, “Please go save your friend. I’ll be outside. I’m going to call an Uber, and if you aren’t there by the time it gets here, I’m going home without you.” 

The look on his face spoke volumes about this moment. Luke appeared to be arguing with the girl with similar hair and eyes as you walked by to exit the bar. He looked surprised to see you leaving, and with Calum hot on your tail, you were sure it wouldn’t be long before he knew what was going on. 

When you made it outside, you called an Uber, desperate to get out of here before the others made it to you. You immediately felt frustrated recognizing the cameras outside. With sunglasses on your face, you slipped past. You weren’t the one they were after, instead hoping for a photo of any member of 5SOS. As you took your spot on a nearby corner, you took inventory on how you were feeling. Drunk. Sad. Warm. Angry.  Broken-hearted. Spiteful. Wishing Calum never exited that bar. Wishing Calum never existed. Wishing you didn’t exist. 

A tear slipped down your cheek, as you heard the camera shutter click.. He’d typically wait inside for a car to come, but you knew you hadn’t given him much of an option with your ultimatum inside. 

He politely handled the cameras, then came to join you on the corner. He stood close, but didn’t say a word instead taking your lead. You typically found yourself afraid of silence, instead opting for small talk with anyone, but always him. You loved to randomly ask him about his favorites, checking to see if they had changed, but in this moment, you knew you wouldn’t be able to speak without crying, so silence was what you chose. And it spoke volumes. 

The silence continued through your shared Uber Ride. It had marked the single most awkward interaction for anyone in the car, including the driver. Never one to let the person who had hurt your feelings see you cry, you were fearful of speaking. Your inner voice was mocking you, reminding you of every insecurity you had ever held while dating a pop-star. That voice reminded you of the unflattering pap photos that had been taken two weeks ago, and the fact that the headline suggested you had gained weight. Had that been why he cheated? The voice accused Calum of being a liar, while your heart continued to hope he wasn’t.  What types of words had he said to not only her, but other girls in the dark? Had he spoken the truth or was he lying the entire time? 

As you stood in the kitchen of his home, you realized you had been on auto-pilot getting here. 

“Babe,” he started the sentence with a pet name, moving closer to you. He attempted to make physical contact with you by touching your shoulders. You dodged his touch, instead pushing your back against the counter top, and crossing your arms. You were shaking with emotion, but you were unsure if it was sadness or anger. You didn’t make eye contact with him, needing to avoid it for fear of crying. He sighed and moved back to his original space across the island from you. He placed his hands on the counter, and looked you in the eyes. You could tell he wasn’t sober, and as he spoke, you could tell he was upset with himself,  “It all happened so fast. Things weren’t - ya know, they weren’t going well with us. You wanted me to commit, and I- I was having a hard time with it,”  you had moved your eyes to meet his, which he took as a sign to continue, “It’s not right, I know, but when I woke up the next morning, I immediately wanted to tell you, but - but the guys they didn’t think it was right, and so I didn’t, but that morning I knew I didn’t want to lose you so I came home, and ya know, I asked you to move in here, and things got so much better for us.” 

For a moment you were beginning to forgive him, but upon his final words, you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.  

He was right. It had been a turning point for the couple, it had also been a favorite memory of yours. Every conversation during that tour had been you  wanting Calum to really commit. You didn’t want to get married, you didn’t even want to get engaged, you just wanted to quit paying two separate amounts for living spaces. It only made sense to you, spending more time at his house than at yours, meant that when you did try to spend the night at your place, it no longer felt like home. It also felt like the next step to you after a year of dating. 

But for Calum he hadn’t been ready. You were unsure why, but you had felt firm in your beliefs, never failing to bring it up no matter where you were at. A romantic weekend in New York, the last time you had seen Calum before he returned home had ended in you choosing to break-up, but deciding against it at the last minute, citing stress of distance as a reason for your ever present annoyance with one another. Boarding separate flights, you had kissed goodbye at a security checkpoint, and vowed to really work on the relationship, but until he returned home from tour, neither of you truly made time for the other. Instead both of you had used work as an excuse, free times never lining up. 

On the day he was returning home, you had been anxious in a negative way the entire week. On the day of, you could barely focus, sure you were going to go home and get broken up with, but instead you were surprised when you had returned home to a homemade dinner, followed by hot and dirty oral sex in the middle of the dining room table. When you had asked him what the occasion was, he hadn’t answered, “I’m trying to make up for the fact that I cheated on you”, instead opting for something sexier along the lines of, “I just couldn’t wait to taste you.” 

The following days after his return were a whirl wind of hot sex, multiple orgasms, and so many words of affirmation that had caused you to feel terrible for ever doubting that Calum really cared for you. A week into his return home on your first date night since he had come home, he had pushed you against a wall, grabbed your thigh, and pushed himself into you so that his semi was lined up with your core. Excited by his bold move, you had moved to kiss him, but instead he stopped you, placing 1 finger to your lips with a “shhh”. You took a deep breath, and waited for him to continue, “Move in with me.” The words had knocked you into a state of bliss, having wanted him to speak them for months. You answered him with a hot, passionate kiss, pushing against him even harder.   

To know now that it was clouded in his mind with the guilt he had felt for cheating was doing no wonders for silencing your inner voice that was continuing it’s assault on your self-esteem. Choosing for you the next words, “Did you ask me to move in because you fucked another girl?”

[sappy-seresin]

quarantine (c.h)

Request: Spending quarantine with your boyfriend Calum and finding out you’re pregnant. You’re nervous about being pregnant with what’s going on in the world, so he comforts you. Ultimate fluff. --------------------

“Good morning, baby,” Calum greets, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead when he noticed that you were awake. 

“Morning,” you murmur, trying to muster up a smile through the nausea that was settling back into your body, even though you’d just woken up. 

“How are you feeling? Any better than last night?” He asks, pushing his computer to the side so that he could wrap you in his arms. You instinctively curl into him, humming at the contact. 

“I still don’t feel great, but it’s definitely better,” you mumble, relaxing as he started drawing soothing circles in your skin.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go to the doctor,” the concern in his voice causes a lazy smile to form on your face. 

“Now isn’t really the best time for a doctors appointment Cal,” you remind him. “I really don’t think it’s anything serious, I’m just not quite feeling a hundred percent. I’m sure it’ll pass in a few days.” ----------------------

Much to your dismay, it didn’t pass in a few days. You went through moments of feeling completely fine, and moments of rushing to the bathroom to throw up. You were completely baffled by the fact that it seemed that all you needed to do to feel better at times was allow yourself to get sick. Calum was a trooper through it. He was always holding your hair back when you were throwing up, or pushing meetings back so that he could cuddle with you in bed to help you relax. 

“Yeah, I don’t understand what’s going on,” you sigh into the phone, filling your best friend in on what has been going on. “I feel like such a burden to Calum because he’s constantly taking care of me in some way.” 

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” she responds nonchalantly, making the pot you were washing fall from your hands in shock.

“W-What,” you stutter, surprised by her suggestion. “I can’t be pregnant. There’s no way.” You laugh in disbelief, shaking your head at the idea.

“All I’m saying is that what you’re dealing with sounds a whole lot like morning sickness,” she explains matter-of-factly, and you imagine her shrugging her shoulders. “I know that you and Calum aren’t exactly the type to practice abstinence, so it could be a possibility right? Are you late?” 

“No, at least I don’t think so,” you huff dismissively, gripping your phone in your hand as you make your way towards Calum’s bedroom to check the date on the Calendar. “It’s the fifteenth, right?” 

“No.”

“What do you mean no? Oh my god,” you gasp, your free hand covering your mouth in shock at the realization that you were, in fact, late.

“What? What’s wrong,” she questions, unable to see what was going on.

“I’m late,” you whisper, trying to stay calm as your head spun at the thought that you might actually be pregnant. “Oh my god, what if I’m pregnant.” 

“Listen, it’s probably fine. You guys have had scares like this before. I’m sure it’s nothing,” she dismisses calmly in an attempt to bring you some sort of comfort. “Do you have any tests at Calum’s apartment?”

“No, why would I have pregnancy tests lying around Calum’s apartment?” I whisper-shout, an overwhelming amount of stress hitting at once.

“Again, it’s probably nothing but you should probably invest in a few pregnancy tests, just in case.” she suggests, and you nod in agreement. “No matter what happens, I’m here supporting you, and I know that Calum will be too. Try not to worry about it too much, okay?” --------------------

You did worry about it. All you’d been able to do since that phone call was worry about the possibility of being pregnant. As soon as you got off the phone that day, you ordered multiple pregnancy tests from your local drug store online trying to keep from going into public in the midst of a pandemic. 

Calum quickly caught on that there was something wrong, but you used the excuse that you still just weren’t feeling quite right. He wasn’t entirely convinced, but he decided not to push it because he didn’t want to upset you further. 

A day after you ordered the tests a knock came at the door, tearing your attention from the weekly zoom call you and Calum had with the rest of the band. 

“I’ll get it,” you murmur sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before sauntering towards the door.

“Good afternoon, I’ve got a delivery for Y/l/n,” the mailman greets, looking down at the package in his hands. 

“Thank you so much,” you smile, feeling your stomach drop at what was inside the package. You gingerly take the box from him, wishing him a nice rest of his day, before pulling the door shut. Knowing that you needed to get back to the call before the boys started asking questions, you hid the package in Calum’s bedroom before returning to the couch next to him.

“Who was it, Y/n,” Luke questions, shooting you a bright smile.

“Just the mailman,” you shrug, thankful that they didn’t ask anymore questions. You found yourself zone out throughout the call, unable to really focus on the conversations from that point on. After about ten minutes of listening to the boys talk, you excused yourself telling Calum that you weren’t feeling well again and wanted to lie down. The boys wished you well before you sauntered towards Calum’s room, wanting to get a test over with so that you’d know whether or not you needed to worry.  ------------

You stare down at the pregnancy test in shock; unsure how to feel as two lines stare back at you tauntingly. Your jaw drops in disbelief and you choose to take two more tests, unsure of how reliable one tests results would be. Your uncertainty about the results diminishes as the other two support what the first test already told you. 

“I-I’m pregnant,” you choke out, tears sliding down your cheeks. Realization settles in even deeper at the words that rolled off of your tongue. 

“I’m pregnant,” you whisper, unable to move as panic settled in your chest. The current state of the world came to mind, seemingly paralyzing you at the thought of bringing a baby into the world in the middle of a pandemic. The bathroom seems to spin as irrational scenarios begin rolling through your mind; quiet sobs falling from your lips.

“Babe, are you okay?” Calum asks, softly knocking on the door before walking in at your lack of response. His eyes shoot open when they land on your shaking figure seated on the floor. He rushes to you with a concerned look on his face, dropping on the floor next to you. His movements halt when his eyes meet your own; tears falling from your eyes freely. 

“Calum, I think I’m pregnant,” you sniffle, watching him carefully as his expression contorts into one of confusion. 

“What,” he murmurs in shock, his eyes trailing to the pregnancy tests in your hands.”You’re pregnant?” His eyes meet yours again before falling back on the tests. He takes them into his hands, studying them, before an excited smile takes over his face. 

“We’re having a baby?” his mumbles, tears filling his own eyes as his hand moves to cup your cheek, catching your tears with his thumb. “Babe, I can’t believe this. We’re having a baby!” His excitement matched that of a kid in a candy store as the realization settled in.

You want to smile at how precious he was being, and how he was handling the situation but you couldn’t breathe. Up to this point in the quarantine, you’ve been worried about getting the virus, but now you hold the responsibility of two people and that seems like too much.

“Hey,” he calls, pulling you away from your thoughts. His eyes searching yours for an understanding of what you’re thinking. “This is a good thing, right?”

Guilt began settling in your chest as the excitement in his eyes dissolved at your emotional reaction.

“Yeah, yeah it’s a good thing,” you nod shooting him a genuine smile, attempting to compose yourself.

“Then, what’s wrong?” He breathes, and you take a note to thank him later for being so patient with you. 

“I’m really scared, Cal,” you admit, looking down at the pregnancy tests on the floor by your legs. “What if I get sick? I mean, we’re in the middle of a worldwide pandemic! What if the baby gets sick because of me?” 

His face softens, a look of understanding crossing his face at your fear for the baby register in his mind. He pulls you into his arms, protectively tucking you in his embrace to help bring you a sense of comfort. 

“Listen, I know this is scary and I can’t believe the amount of pressure that you’re probably feeling right now but it’s going to be okay,” he assures you, running his hands up and down your back soothingly. “We’re already quarantined to the apartment, we’re being smart. We’ll just take all of the necessary precautions to keep any of us from getting sick.”

“But what if-”

“Sh,” he shushes you, tilting your head up so that you would look at him. “What if’s are just going to drive you crazy. We’re going to be okay.”

“We’re going to be okay,” you repeat, allowing yourself to relax in his embrace. He gingerly presses a kiss against the crown of your head, before you notice a wide smile take over his face. 

“We’re having a baby.” he murmurs into your hair, a few happy tears rolling down his cheeks. You smile at him endearingly, taking his face in your hands. 

“We’re having a baby, Calum. You’re going to be a dad,” you gush, wiping his tears away as your own begin to fall. Calum looks down at you and pulls you in for passionate kiss. 

“I love you so much. I promise to do everything I can to keep you guys safe,” he sniffles, his hands moving to caress your stomach. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” 

You spent the rest of the night in awe of Calum and how gently he chose to handle you. He held you close to him all night. His hand constantly drawing comforting circles on your stomach as he murmured encouraging words in your ear and talked about how excited his family would be about the baby. You couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with him that night as he gushed about baby names and how exciting he was to start a family with you. ----------------------------------- So, I just realized that boyfriend Calum comforting you after finding out you’re pregnant in quarantine is a concept that I didn’t know I needed. I’m so soft for this, I hope you guys enjoyed it! 

Feel free to send in requests! 

[easierlftv]

A Hard Day’s Work

pairing: poly!cashton x reader

warnings: nothin but fluff, a bad day at work

word count: 565

a/n: this is just a lil blurb for my baby @ashisonthefloor​ who has been working very hard lately and I thought she deserved a bit of love. Also I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, if there are any areas where I can improve on this please let me know  💛

Sighing softly you dropped your bags from work as you entered your home, the exhaustion of the day at the office weighing heavy on your shoulders. You’d told Ashton and Calum that you would be home in time for dinner at five, but here you were nearly four hours late after your boss had forced you to stay late. Slipping off your shoes at the door you made your way to the living room, finding your partners cuddled up on the couch with Duke settled between them.

“Hey honey, we saved some dinner for you, it’s wrapped up in the fridge.” The statement from Ash had been simple, but it was enough to cause you to burst into tears on the spot. Both of your partners were quick to move to your side as your tears continued to fall.

“Lovebug are you alright? What’s something wrong?” Cal spoke quickly, concern written all over his and Ash’s faces.

“I-I’m just so tired of work, and I hate missing dinner nights with you a-and….” Your cries grew louder as your sentence tapered off, causing your body to shake.

“Oh, honey come here.” Calum said, moving to pull you into his arms as Ashton did the same. The pair spent the next few moments calming you by whispering kind words into your ears and laying gentle kisses across your forehead and cheeks. Once you had calmed down enough, they helped your shrug off your jacket and moved you to the couch Once your were settled between the two of them, Calum wiping away your remaining tears as Ashton rested your head against his shoulder. The three of you remained quiet until you felt calm enough to speak again.

“I’m sorry about breaking down like that… I’m just so tired of work and I feel like I haven’t been spending a lot of time with you guys and it just makes me afraid that...“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Cal said sternly, as he made you look at him. “We would never leave you, not now or ever. Especially when you’re struggling like this baby.”

“He’s right my love, we are always here for you. We couldn’t even imagine our lives without you.” Ashton whispered, leaving a kiss on your head.

Leaning forward you pulled Ashton’s to lips to yours before turning your head to give Calum the same treatment. “I don’t know where I would be without you boys, you just know how to make everything better.”

“We try our best doll,” Cal chuckled, running his fingers through your hair lightly.

“Now we are feeling better, how about we get some food into the stomach of yours and watch some of your favorite movies?” Ash suggested, turning to you. “Unless you’d want to call it an early night love, I know you had a long day.”

“Movie night with the two of you sounds the cure for everything,” You smiled, “Let me go ahead and change while you set everything up.”

“Sounds good babe, hurry back, I miss you already.” Ashton pouted and made wide eyes at you, pulling a laugh from your belly.

“I miss you more!” Calum yelled from the kitchen, causing Ashton to plead that he missed you more than Calum did. Listening to the boys bicker you couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes, wondering how you managed to get so lucky.

Tagslist: @kingcals​ @haikucal​ @ashisonthefloor​

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I just wanna hold his hand and take him on dates

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

Wearing his shirt had to be one of your most favorite things in the world. Warm and cosy and smells just like him. What more do you want?

It was his favorite thing too. Coming home after a tiring day to see you cooking in the kitchen, one of his old band t-shirts adorning your body.. it makes his heart flutter like crazy.

He would drop his bag onto the ground quickly moving his legs until he's right behind you. Then he'd snake his arms around you, gripping tightly trying to get as close as possible. He'd peck behind your ear mumbling a small hi.

And a small smile would appear on your face as you snuggle back into his arms without giving a second thought to what's in the pot. "Hi rockstar" you'd say turning around, pressing your lips to his awaiting ones.

"It's good to be home" he'd sigh tightening his arms around you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "It's good to be home" you'd confirm in a mumble.

+masterlist

A/N: Hii, this is just for until I finish part 2 of Beau so pretend it's something amazing..

[aquarius-hood1996]

Calum Blurb

Before you could open your eyes, a smile formed on your lips. You felt the sun on your skin. It was a bit warmer than the body that was laying next to you. His arm wrapped around and the reason for all your smiles.

"I know you’re awake.“ Calum whispered. You could hear the smile in his voice as well. His nose softly bumping yours.

"Please don’t leave.“You knew writing an album came with not much time. The usual routine meant seeing Calum shortly in the morning and if you’re lucky for a bit at night. At this point in your relationship you were used and ok with it. But sometimes you needed to be a clingy baby for at least a moment to ge a bit of Calum and luckly you knew he didn’t mind at all.

"Who said I’m leaving?“

You opened your eyes, eyebrows raised. "You have brothers that wait to write another album with you.“

"Yeah?“ He closed his eyes and smiled a bit cheeky. Knowing fully well what you were talking about but still enjoying the little time he had before he actual had to go and start the day. Stretching the time for a bit since the sun just started to rise. Normally Calum hated getting up early. He was everything but a morning person but if it meant he got to spend some time with his favorite person (you), he would do it.

He knew the clock was moving fast and the finish line for writing the album and the new tour was approaching faster. He loved touring but he hated being away from you as well.

You took the time to get closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and laying partly on him now. Watching his chest rise and fall and admiring the true beauty your lover is.

"You’re the only one I want to wake up next to. You know?“ You whispered into his neck.

He put his arms around you as well. Laying his head on his pillow and watching you for a moment before kissing your shoulder and caressing every bit of you his fingers were able to touch. Showing you his way how much you meant to him.

"How can I convince you to stay longer?“ You try to tease him, letting your hand go up and down his arm. You still can feel him smile while he turns both of you around, having you know lay on your back while he was hovering over you. Placing different kisses while he goes further down.

"Maybe, I already decided to stay longer.“

[wastelandcth]

I know this isn’t really a blurb request (sorry!) but what do you think calum is looking for in a significant other? Like do they have to be musical? Are they really similar to him or are they different? Etc. Thanks!!

oh any chance i get to talk about calum is fine with me, don’t worry! also, this was such a good question?? i always think about this! 💕

this is a really good question! i’ve always imagined calum being with someone who’s passionate like him. this man is literally the most passionate person i’ve ever seen and i can see him wanting to be with someone who he can have a long discussion with over something they’re both interested in, even if it was something small like what color would be best for their bedding or what dog food duke should be eating.

i do think that whoever he is with would have to be very comfortable with silence. he’s a very quiet guy in general and i feel like that also would apply to his relationships. he wouldn’t always talk about his day or what he’d been doing while you were out running errands. he’s appreciate car rides that were just both of you listening to whatever songs were being played from the car stereo and enjoying the comfortable silence. i don’t really see him as they type to always have to have a say in between conversations if that makes sense? like i feel one of his biggest pet peeves would be those people who always need to have a conversation going.

i don’t necessarily think they’d have to be musical but they’d for sure like to share their own music taste with him and would love to find new artists and music to listen to because of him. he’d probably like your input on songs the band is working on and would obviously want you to like the band itself, it’s his whole life at this point and you supporting them would give him more of a reason to love you. obviously he’d want to date someone who understood his job and the downsides that came with the job like the traveling, the lack of privacy at times, and then some of the drama (which is so dumb btw).

i don’t think calum would necessarily look for someone who’s the same or opposite of him. i think he’d probably want to just have a connection with them? he’d want someone who was patient and could be there for him whenever he was wanting to talk about whatever thought he had in his head, someone who didn’t mind that sometimes he needed alone time with him and his dog, but that he’d always be back when he felt more like himself again. and i think eventually after a couple months or so of dating he’d be a lot more open with them and slowly tear down all those walls he’s spent year putting up.

overall i think calum would just want someone who’s very understanding and patient with him. someone who at the end of the day will be there for him just like he would be for them.

[glossierluke]

I know his content is sweet— an appreciation song but... look at him, a rockstar 🎸⚡️🤟🏻

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[nostalgiabones]

since we're all drunk in the livestream softness...how about a lazy day spent learning how to play lol with Mikey and the dogs? and ofc you're not really good at it but he's just so cute about it and loves that you're trying something new for him and it's all extremely adorable

“Babe, you keep pressing the wrong button.”

Michael laughed as his gaze flickered between his own screen and the controller in his hands, watching as you tried to work out which buttons were for what.

“This game is too complicated.” You replied, leaning back against his soft, hoodie covered chest, his legs wrapped around yours. “Why didn’t we start with something more straight forward?”

“I don’t think I have anything more basic, babe.” He murmured against your ear, his eyes now focused on the monitor in front of him. He completely zoned out when playing any games, unable to focus on anything else but the screen in front of him.

Usually you were happy to sit and watch him play, not being able to take your eyes from his face, in one of his most relaxed states. It was the way he de-stressed, and stopped himself from thinking - he always looked so comfortable whilst playing.

But today, after deciding that you were having a mid-week lazy day, he was determined to get you involved with his favourite passtime. So there you were, settled in between his legs, trying to keep up with how rapidly he was clicking between buttons.

“You’ll get the hang of it.” He took the opportunity to kiss your cheek softly whilst the next level of the game loaded. “Trust me.”

“We’ll see.” You smiled at the small gesture of affection, making your heart melt, even after all of your time together. The sweet little things that he did made you appreciate him even more.

“Moose! C’mere, baby.” He greeted the fluffy girl who had jumped up against his knees, waiting for Michael to invite her on to the sofa. He lifted her onto your lap as she excitedly licked his face, before settling against the two of you. Michael absentmindly stroked her soft fur as you resituated against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Shall we get you a controller?”

“I think I’ll just cuddle Moose whilst you play, Mike.” You gave up, taking Moose into your arms as Michael groaned about you giving up too easily.

“You were just getting the hang of it!”

“Well, I’ll keep learning by watching you.” You replied, kissing his jaw as he rolled his eyes playfully, grabbing his controller once more.

“Yeah, yeah.”

He could see your eyes were already starting to drop as you cuddled in closer to him; the familiar scent of his skin and the faded smell of his aftershave providing a comfortable place for you to rest.

“I’ll turn you into a gamer eventually.”

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A/N: this is a bit of a mess BUT I just couldn’t not write after seeing him be so soft in his live stream 🥺 if you have anymore requests for Michael (or any of the guys!) please let me know here!

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