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[rosesfromcth]

24x24

Plot: Dylan's always up for a challenge. He likes the sense of accomplishment that comes along with success 😈

Tags: Filth, Dylan O'Brien x Reader, Orgasms (a lot of 'em)

Authors Note: Enjoy this rare reader 'fic'. It's not even a fic. It's a filthy lil' smutball. It's been burning a hole in my brain for a while now, and now it can torture you all too! Much love everyone! - Trashy

Challenges are fun. He’s always liked them. You’re just happy to be included this time. You’re not even sure where he got the hair-brained idea, but there’s no chance you’d try dissuading him, not after hearing what he has in store:

‘Twenty-Four Orgasms in Twenty-Four Hours’

[8:47 am]: He doesn’t waste any time. Challenge announced, challenge accepted. He’s between your thighs and the day’s only just begun. You’re writhing against the pillows and he’s humming into your core, satisfied with himself when he easily pulls your first from you with only his tongue.

[8:53 am]: The second one is even easier to coax out of you when you’re still keyed up from the first, but this time his tongue has some assistance from his talented fingers. He’s curling them inside you while you’re curling your toes and calling his name.

[9:20 am]: The steaming water from the showerhead is striking Dylan in the back, but some of it makes it past his broad shoulders and is speckling your skin with little flecks of heat. His mouth is on your throat and he’s nosing at your jawline. His arm is wrapped around your waist and his hand is teasing you through the beginnings of your third. You can feel it building inside you and you can feel how hard he is pressing against your lower back. When he whispers into your ear that he’s going to fuck you through the next one, you’re rolling through another.

[9:32 am]: It’s all pants, moans, and heat. The glass of the shower is steamed up and streaked with your handprints. He’s got you bent over and grabbing desperately to the handrail you’d told him you weren’t sure you needed. You were wrong. He’s fucking you hard, desperate to finally get a chance to get off himself. It’s just deep enough that you know he can go a touch deeper at just the right time, and that’s exactly what he does. He’s stuttering a warning with his hips and lips before you’re both coming undone.

[11:03 am]: He gave you a break, and he needed time himself. You’d had coffee and breakfast. Sat down on the couch for a little weekend binge of your favorite show, but a challenge is a challenge, after all. He tells you not to pause it, tells you to watch, he’s seen it before and he’s got other priorities. You don’t register a thing after the title sequence because he’s got you writhing through number five under him on the couch, his hand in your pants and a smirk on his face.

[11:45 am]: This one is lazy, but he’s not complaining, and neither are you. He’s just lazily circling your clit with his thumb, watching the show and not really paying attention when you’re suddenly feeling that familiar tingle. He’s not stupid, he notices the way you twitch, the hitch in your breathing. He knows you. He’s grinning and he’s pushing you down onto the couch to mouth at your chest as he easily pulls your sixth from you along with his name from your lips.

[1:12 pm]: The pool is always more fun when you’re naked, but it’s the middle of the day and neighbours are an unfortunate reality. Under the surface, you can hide enough. You can conceal the desperate way you’re pulling the strings of his swim trunks so you can get your hands in them. The way he’s got your bikini top pulled down enough that he can seal his mouth over your skin and nip a moan from you before his capable hands are teasing and flicking you through another incredible climax.

[1:23 pm]: Who gives a fuck about the neighbours? Because he’s got you prone and pinned under him beside the pool—bathing suits shoved out of the way just enough—ready to up his ratio and finish inside you for a second time today. He’s covering your mouth with his palm because he knows he’s going to make you scream. And you do, all muffled and wet into his palm. You’re coming down from your high when he’s grunting through his own, his fingers that are covering your lips trembling as he chalks one up for the home team.

[2:41 pm]: You’re washing the chlorine and his sweat from your skin when he climbs in the shower behind you, kissing your shoulders, his hands gripping your upper arms before he’s got you leaning back against him. He doesn’t have to work too hard this time, not with how sensitive he’s made you all morning. The water trickling down your body pools near the hand he has cupped between your legs. He rubs this one from you with a couple of lazy fingers while he mouths at your throat.

[4:05 pm]: A nap was almost a necessity, and as you laid air drying on the bed, you fell into a short one before he was waking you with a flick of his tongue. It’s all hazy and dreamy. The late afternoon sun filtering in through the sheer curtains. He’s smiling up at you, his honey eyes gleaming with pride when you flood his mouth with number ten.

[4:15 pm]: This one is as surprising to you as it is to him. He’s just resting his cheek on your inner thigh, his fingers tracing circles on your skin. You know he’s not done—that he’ll have you keening again before he lets you get dressed—but when he wets his lips and hoists your leg up over his shoulder, one swipe of his tongue is all it really takes. His brows are raised, and the almost despicable smirk he’s wearing makes you want to slap him, but he kind of deserves to be proud.

[4:24 pm]: He’s spurred on by how easy you’d made the last one, and this time he wants to feel the way you squeeze around him when you’re panting his name. So he uses his hands. His perfect hands. His long fingers. He knows how much you love the way he touches you and he’s propped up enough to watch you tip your chin to the ceiling pleading mercy—even though you both know that’s not what you want—when the angle and rhythm are just right.

[5:46 pm]: You’re in public for Christ’s sake. Well close to. It’s a parking lot, but you don’t have tinted windows, and it’s not even dark. He doesn’t seem to care. He’s on the clock and he’s not a quitter. He’s being as subtle as he can though, leaning over you to hide the way he’s got your pants pulled down over your thighs. He has you squeezing around his fingers and biting your own hand to muffle the moans as your eyes roll back.

[6:15 pm]: You’d protested a bit when he’d flashed you a devilish grin before you went inside for your reservation, when he’d convinced you to let him place a little remote-controlled vibrator against your clit, pinning it there with your tight little underwear. He doesn’t turn it on until your drinks are sitting in front of you and you've ordered your meals. When your glass is on your lips, his own are twisting into a smirk before you feel the little bullet buzz to life. He’s watching you with hungry eyes as he shifts the modes and drives you wild. You whisper that he’s cheating if he gets you off like this, and ‘cheater’ is not a label he’s willing to accept. He grabs your wrist and pulls you to the bathroom. Bent over the counter in the family washroom—with a questionable lock—he quickly fucks you to satisfaction, not holding back or dragging it out.

[8:13 pm]: You’ve only been home long enough to get your shoes off before he’s shoving you against the entryway wall, his hands roaming your body before he’s dropping to his knees in front of you. He’s practically worshiping you. He’s praising and pleading. You cave to his supplication, letting him remove your shoes and your pants before he’s pulling your underwear down with his teeth. The way he laps and nips at the skin he’s teased into a frenzy all day, has you grasping at his hair, clawing for purchase as you stumble across the finish line yet again.

[9:02 pm]: You can see it in the way he looks at you, in the way it feels. He doesn’t quite have the same speed he had when he fingered you to completion for the first time today, but that doesn’t make it any less incredible. His hands were still more skilled than they had any right to be. You’re sure his forearms must be burning, that he must be starting to regret what he’d tasked himself with, but he’s always been determined. Driven. So it’s no surprise that he’s got you coming again bent over the arm of the couch, not really anyway...

[10:40 pm]: Outside under the stars. It’s a nice night. There’s a slight breeze, but that’s beside the point, really. You’re glad he talked you into the large outdoor sofa. It certainly had its merits, especially tonight. He’d put on some music, and it all started out innocent enough. He got you to lay down on your stomach so that he could rub your neck and shoulders. Pretense. All a ploy. Because he was reaching around your body and teasing you through your shirt before he’d manage to ease a single ounce of tension from your back. His naughty whispers and hot breath on the back of your neck before he flips you over—so he can look into your eyes when he buries two fingers deep inside you—has you practically coming before he can pump his hand a single time.

[10:46 pm]: So it’s no surprise, not really, that you’re quick to give him another. You cave so easily for him when he’s looming over you looking down at what he’s doing to you, when he looks so proud of himself and when he’s telling you how good it feels to make you feel good. This was supposed to be a challenge, but he made it seem so easy.

[11:32 pm]: You’re exhausted. You both are. You’ve got every reason to be. He’s been toying with you all day. You’re not teenagers anymore, after all. So when you’re laying in bed next to one another and his fingers are tracing lazy shapes on the skin over your ribs, his lips peppering your arm and shoulder with small kisses, you can understand why he’s taking his time, why he’s not pinning you down like he might have that morning. You’re the one that grows impatient, it’s you that takes his hand and places it where you want him to touch you, but he still doesn’t rush. He kisses you slowly, ghosts his lips across your skin, and breathes his love for you out in soft whispers. It’s nearly as tender as it was the very first time and just as satisfying.

[11:51 pm]: He’s earned a free ride, surely, at least metaphorically. So when you lay him out under you and climb into his lap, you smile at the relief you can see spread across his features. His bent arm is holding his head above the pillows when you slide down over him. He lets you take the reins until your trembling thighs reveal your waning strength. Then he’s clasping your hips and holding you above him while he thrusts up into you until you’re collapsing against his chest, spent and panting.

[12:03 am]: He holds you as you quiver through the aftershocks, still buried inside you but unmoving. He’s running his hands through your hair, pressing his lips to your forehead before he holds you close to his chest and turns you over onto your back. He’s smiling down at you, holding himself up on his curled fist when he starts to move inside you again. It’s slow at first, he’s rolling his hips in that sinful way he does. His muscles are pulled taught under his skin, and it’s not long before he’s pounding you through the throes of another incredible climax.

[12:04 am] He doesn’t slow down this time when your overstimulated body is quivering around him. He’s chasing down his own end, his eyes are unfocused and his rhythm unsteady. He’s close and you want to finish with him. You grind against him so that he rubs against you just right on the last few strokes it takes him to finish so that you’re coming with him.

[8:32 am] You don’t remember falling asleep, but the sun filtering into the room was a pretty clear sign that you must have. Though, you couldn’t be certain that you weren’t dreaming, not when the way he was touching you felt so surreal. His mouth is what you feel first as you blink away the sleep from your eyes. It’s clasped to your breast, his hot tongue swirling against your skin and peaking your nipple. He greets you with a smile when he feels you stir and kisses you softly before he glides down over your body and starts your day just the way he had yesterday.

[8:42 am] The last one. Number twenty-four. You had to know he was going to make it special. How very unlike him it would be for this to be par for the course? How out of character would it be for him to allow an occasion such as this to be an anti-climatic disappointment. No. You’re sure he’d been planning this since number one. He gets you in the position he knows drives you wild, and one he’d deprived you of the entire time. He was making this last one so easy for himself and you couldn’t help but respect it. Why not ensure success? And that’s just what it was. You were screaming his name and you’re sure he’d never looked so proud of himself in his entire life.

He’d done it. And with five minutes to spare... The fucking overachiever.

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[seductively takes off glasses]

wow you’re fucking blurry

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Do every retail employee a favor this Thanksgiving/black friday: stay home.

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Hi it’s been so long but I miss it here and I had a fic idea

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Thoughts?

No thanks, I’m trying to cut back

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The Married Life

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Words: 1300+

Author’s Note: Basic ass title, but I couldn’t figure out a title. Lol. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this cute little fic with a side of spice! xox

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Maybe Cal surprises y/n after being away doing promo works and shows up with their favorite meal and they catch up 🥵🥵🥵

Hi Blanca! Let's dusty off these rusty wheels. Tried to keep it as gender-neutral as possible. 

CW: 18+ Content

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You watch Duke lap at the bowl for a moment, mostly to make sure the old man turns his attention to the food you've put into the bowl. He gets finicky--sometimes he wants you around, sometimes he doesn't. But you always linger for just a moment to match sure his attention eventually settles on the food. Once he gets a few more drinks of water, he noses the rim of the food bowl. The sound of the first crunch lets you know he's going to at least eat something. So you push up from the counter and then look back at binder of recipes on the counter.

With Duke settled, you still need to figure out what you want to eat. It was sometimes a late night endeavour with you waiting well into the night before getting up. But you know Calum's going to call soon and ask if you've selected what to get for dinner. Even if he was miles away, he called in the evening to hear your voice and to make sure you were sticking to the schedule.

It sounds ridiculous as you flip to the turkey dish section of the binder. You're a grown adult but you still need the strictness of a schedule to ensure you didn't get overwhelmed. It also ensures you don't forget the necessities--work, walking Duke, doctor's appointments, laundry, cleaning. It works which is all that you need.

Behind you Duke still chomps away at his foods and your gaze glazes over. Did you want turkey today? Or did you want a veggie dish which Calum could finish up for dinner later in the week--should he choose to. Choice paralysis--it was a fucking awful beast when it showed up. You and Calum had a system though. When you felt too paralyzed to make a decision, you'd text him two numbers. Each one corresponded to specific choice. Whichever one selected by the partner was the decision to go with. He seemed to favor odd numbers, so you made sure to never make one of the options even. It had to be fair--no using the other person's preference or bias as an advantage.

You flip through binder blindly and stop--chili, the first contender. You go back to the binder and flip, twist, turn, and shake the binder under you settle on another page. Pork chops--the second contender. Pulling up Calum's text thread, you type a message: 13 or 15?

The text sits for a moment and then you see Calum typing--signaled by the three grey bubbles. 17.

You immediately tap on the phone icon next to his name. The call connects a moment later. "Hi love," he greets, his voice sounds a little far from the microphone. You know in his car, he's got his phone connected to the bluetooth in the radio. But why would he be driving? He was supposed to be locked into promo until late this evening.

You don't waste time with pleasantries. "What do you mean by 17? The choices were 13 or 15."

"Get the door for me please. You'll see."

"Calum Thomas Hood--what do you mean?"

"My hands are going to be full. Could you please open the front door for me? I'm pulling into the driveway right now."

"You said you'd be out late with interviews?"

"We got done early. I bought dinner."

You give a small, "Oh" with the phone still pressed to your ear. You slip into your slides near the door and step onto the porch. Sure enough Calum's SUV pulls up into the driveway. "Well would you look at that?"

He laughs. "To make up for last week."

"I'm coming to you," you say and then end the call. Calum steps out of the car just as you get down from the porch. He smiles at you before ducking back into the car and you open the passenger side door. "Empty hands over here." The smell of your favorite takeout invades your nose and you grin. "Option 17."

He laughs softly. "Option 17. I got the food, if you don't mind grabbing my backpack."

"Don't mind, babe." You grab the black backpack and sling it onto your shoulder. He carries it sometimes for promo to ensure he has chargers, snacks, and whatever else he wants with him. It's never too heavy and once the bag is hitched up, you step away from the car and close the door with your hip.

The two of you hand up to the house and Duke greets Calum at the threshold. "Oh, I know. Pop's been gone way too long," he grins down at the small dog and then carries on until he reaches the dining room table.

You close the door behind you, ensuring it's locked too. "Why are you trying to make up for last week?" you asks.

"I was distracted a lot trying to get ready for this upcoming promotion and I know last week was hard because three people quit at your job too."

"You listened to all those rants."

"Yeah, but still. I feel like I could've been more there for you. So we can have a quiet evening. Luke and Michael are doing some NY press right now on Zoom and my turn is up tomorrow so I'll be home more for you then too before the conference this weekend."

Your job allows you to work remotely. You work from the backyard sometimes--or go to a few coffee shops in town when you need a change of scenery. Now that the business was gaining more traction--there was a business exposition that your CEO wanted to attend. You, by already being in California, and being one of the few longest standing employees, were an easy pick for the CEO to include on the trip.

A small smile graces your face. "Thanks, love."

And the two of you settle at the dining room table, sitting next shoulder to shoulder. "How were the interviews today?" you ask.

"They were good--us and TikTok are still a steep learning curve," Calum chuckles, grabbing a fork from the bag.

As you chew around your bite, you listen to Calum recount the ridiculous of the 15 minute TikTok live and how it scared him people would go as far as to send virtual hats and accessories and having those correspond to actual money on the platform. He worried since they didn't necessarily control all of that the money was just wasting away. You know his upbringing is the root of that anxiety. He didn't want people to waste money--though he was grateful people spent money on the albums, concert tickets, and merchandise.

The squeak and scrape of the styrofoam starts to cut through the sentences that you and Calum exchange. The conversation slowly shifts from his work to your day and how much packing for the trip you've done. Packing got halted when your lucky shirt--the shirt you wore for most major things--was in the wash. The load was in the dryer now and you'd resume packing most likely tonight once you got to folding.

"The internet was a little finicky today. So I might head to a shop near by so you don't have too many troubles with interviews tomorrow," you mention as you toss out the trash.

Calum pouts as he grabs a bowl from the pantry behind you. "Do you have to?"

You can hear the pout before you even see it and when you turn, getting an eye full of the white t-shirt hanging over Calum's shoulder and chest, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your chin in his sternum. "Hmm, maybe not for the full day. I have a meeting at 1 though so I'll have to leave for that."

"Is that the only meeting?" he asks, setting the bowl down and running the tips of his fingers over your cheek.

"Yeah so I'll come back afterwards."

"Okay. But I want cuddles before you leave."

You grin. "A request I'd be happy to fill."

Calum bends down, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "One or two scopes?" he asks in a whisper. His lips brush over yours as he speaks.

You give him another kiss. "One."

"Three it is. One for you-- two for me," he grins and squeezes onto your elbow for just a brief moment. Your arms fall and you let him go--to turn to the freezer.

"This is my ice cream, mister," you laugh and he just grins, setting the carton out on the counter.

"But you love me."

"I do," you return quietly.

The two of you settle onto the couch--the TV on and Netflix already playing an episode of Criminal Minds. Your spoon clinks against the bowl as you get the last of your scope onto the utensil. The silence between the two of you is comforting. You can listen to the team theorize about the unsub's comfort zone and no words have to be spoken between the two of you.

You slide up closer, throwing your legs across Calum's lap and rest your head on his shoulder. He turns to watch you-- as you settle in and grins mostly to himself around the first bite of his second scope. It is normal between the two of you in the most boring way, but it makes his chest warm at the thought of how easy it is now between the two of you.

Once he's finished, he sets the bowls onto the table and then wraps his arms around you. You stay like that for one episode and as it concludes, you drift your gaze upwards. The stubble of Calum's chin lets you know it's been a couple weeks since he last shaved. He did shave for the photoshoots of the COMPLETE MESS single art and the music video. But clearly nothing sense.

Without enough thought to stop you, you stroke his cheek and he roots into the touch a little. His eyes close, lashes meeting at the top of his cheek, and it's almost like watching something in slow motion as he blinks his eyes back open. He twists so his lips press into your palm and then his attention turns back to the TV and you stay focused on him.

"Your too handsome for your own good," you whisper.

A bashful smiles lifts his lips, but he says nothing for a beat, and then two passes. "Sounds like a good thing to me if it means I get you."

You scoff. "Forever a gentleman. You don't have to try so hard anymore."

He laughs and then tightens the hand that's been grazing your thighs mindlessly for the last hour. "Watch it."

"Can I have a kiss?" you ask.

"Hmm, I don't know not with an attitude like that." But after a moment, his attention turns fully to you. He flicks his gaze from your eyes to your lips and then back up. "But you're too damn irresistible," he whispers closing the gap between you too.

The kiss starts sweet and you two even pull away at the same time. Then you drop your head into the cushion gaze settling back onto the TV screen. Calum really can't resist--the way your neck is just begging to be kissed and the way he's missed holding you this close. So he stretches over, and you shift lower onto the couch in response, resting now into the arm of the couch.

"May I?" he whispers, breath tickling the neck of your skin.

Your eyes are fluttering close as you speak, "Yes, please." Because you'll be damned if you don't also miss being this close to Calum. Sharing the bed at night isn't the same as this--not when you're both showered and scrolling on your phones or reading your books. It's not the same when you curl up next to him because he makes you feel safe.

His tongue traces your thumping veins and you wind your fingers into his hair, palm flat and then tug every so slightly as your curl your fingers into the strands. He grunts into your skin and you smile at the sound. He kisses up your neck and over your jaw. For a moment, his lips hover over yours. You exhale and inhale in a similar pattern to each other and even though you feel like you're hanging suspended in time you can see the second that Calum knows he wants more. You see the thought creep up, formulate in his brain and you meet him halfway to close the centimeters of gap between your lips.

Calum traces the lines of your thighs up, over your hip and under your shirt. You dig your nails into the firm muscle of his shoulder over the shirts and as the sighs and pants and moans echo around you two--the only thing the pair of you care about is each other.

Calum ruts his clothed hips into yours when you kiss over his jaw and take a nip at his ear. "Right for the weak spot," he chuckles as you kiss over his neck. And he knows you know it's his weak spot. He doesn't care that you go straight for it everytime because it's you causing the tingle that runs down his spine.

"Let me make love to you?"

And you never have to pose it like a sweet question. But fuck, does Calum love it when you do. That you care enough about him to make sure it's always a choice.

"Please," he returns, the word falling apart as he shivers at the scratch of your nails over his stomach. His shirt goes and then he peels you out of yours.

It doesn't matter that between the time it takes you two to get disrobed that Netflix has moved onward by another episode. Your sole focus is Calum and he watches you climb up onto his lap he thinks the galaxy should never revolve if you're not in it.

And you take it like you're made for him. And you are--in every imaginable way he can imagine, you are made for him. He kisses down the front of your neck as you rock up and down his length. You smile softly at him, using his thighs to keep steady and the expanse of your entire physical universe is right in his hands. He runs a hand over your stomach, watching the way it flexes when he presses in just a little.

And then he continues on wanting to memorize the entire makeup of your being and instead of his fingerprints he wants a tiny piece of your cosmos on his skin. He makes sure you tuck the DNA of your right hip into the grooves of his left index finger.

He trails up, teases your left nipple and then cups your chin. His thumb brushes over your gaped lips and the skin of your cheek is smooth too as his caresses that skin.

You feel electrified under his touch--as if Calum's the socket and you are the plug. You need whatever current he has to come alive. You enjoy it, watching him so entranced by you. You close the gap between the two of you, pressing your forehead into his. Though you haven't halted your movements over his length, you've changed the rhythm. "What is it that you see?" you ask between pants.

"I see my entire world in you," he hums and his eyes flutter close. The new angle, the new cadence of your hips is driving him wide. "Fuck, I need you--so much. You're making me feel so fucking good. Keep--oh shit--please keep going love. For me, please?"

"Oh, begging is to flattery as I am to the only one that makes you feel like this. Beg for it--for me, please?"

And the words can't fall from his lips fast enough--he can't tell you how good you're making him feel and how much the stars behind his eyelids are only brighter because it's your touch and your kiss. He can't tell you just how much his whole body is warmed--consumed by the heat of your touch. He can't tell you fast enough just how much not even his dreams get him this worked up, even if you're in it, because it's not really you; it's not really your touch.

You grin, kissing him to silence whatever praise is going to fall from his mouth next and swallow it down your own throat instead. "Thank you," you exhale when you finally pull away.

And Calum wants to say--no, thank you--but the only thing that falls from his throat is the groan. He knows he's going to cum soon and he holds tighter to your waist. His eyes flutter close and somehow the the lights of the living room are still bright too and he knows--it's all going to happen.

You watch the way his jaw goes slack and the way the sounds of what should be words never form around the letters and he's just grunting at the pace you've set. You grin, the surge of pride watching him wanting to plead more for your magic and yet not being able to have the literal strength to utter them in coherent ways.

You are pressing every button for Calum. You are every true north direction on a compass and Calum swears he's never going to get a higher high.

You can feel the start, the way he quakes beneath you and then like the shutter of a camera went off, Calum's cuming beneath you and you're not too far behind. He never lets you be. Calum manages to drive into you, watches the way your face falls slack too because of your own work and now his and you're panting--the chant of how close you are, of how much you loved seeing him unravel like that at your touch, how you feel the high even before it snaps.

Calum loves it--the way you grin after you've orgasmed and you're not fully back to earth with him. He loves coaxing you back down and he loves kissing you as you both giggle just a little.

Foreheads pressed together, you two smile at each other. "Hell of a way to make up for last week," he laughs.

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pretty - cth

ask: please please please more calum fluff!!

ask: pls pls write a calum fluff where he just looks so pretty and you tell him he looks pretty and it's just all fluffy and ahhhh

an: y'all go crazy go stupid for some calum content. (that's okay. me too.) this is short but SO CUTE.

pairing: calum hood x reader

summary: calum fluff! he looks good in a skirt 😏

warnings: ?! just fluff ?! oh and cursing!

word count: 497

You watch Calum as he shoves his feet into his Doc Martens. You’re sitting on the couch in his dressing room at a concert venue twiddling your thumbs, just admiring Calum’s presence.

Calum begins to pace around the room. His heavy boots hitting the hard floor creates an echo as he does so. He’s continuously ruffling his curls and looking at himself in the mirror as he makes his rounds around the room.

“Ah, fuck this,” Calum murmurs as he begins to remove the Docs from his feet. He doesn’t sit down when he does this, so he’s stumbling on one foot around the room as he struggles to get the shoe off.

“Cal,” you say, furrowing your brow at his actions. “What the hell are you doing?”

Calum stops and stands on one foot, his hands gripping the other in attempt to pull the boot off, “m’changing my outfit.”

“What?” you pout, you loved when Calum wore outfits like this. He looked so adorable in his skirt and his docs, it was one of your favorite combos.

And plus…y’know…easy access.

“I don’t know…I don’t like it. It’s too much. I’ll just wear some pants and sneakers or something…” Calum trails off as he continues to hop around trying to get his shoe off.

“Babe,” you chuckle as you stand up from your seat. You walk over to Calum and shoo his hands away from his foot, so he is now back standing on his two feet. You take his hands and hold them as you look up into his chocolate eyes, “you look so pretty. I don’t think it’s too much.”

A red tint appears on Calum’s cheeks as a smile spreads across his face, you can see the insecurities melt away as he looks at you with a sparkle in his eyes, “pretty? You really think so?”

You turn Calum so he’s facing the mirror in the room, you wrap your arms around him from behind and rest your chin on his shoulders. He holds your arms and begins to sway the both of you side to side, “yeah,” you chuckle, “look at you!” You bring your hands up to his head to ensure that he is in fact staring at himself in the mirror, “the prettiest ever, Calum. Don’t get why you would ever get so insecure.”

“Could say the same thing about you,” Calum turns around and grabs your face, holding it close to his as he squishes your cheeks.

The both of you stare at each other with nothing but adoration. His cheesy smile is mimicked by yours, your face begins to hurt from smiling so hard at your love.

"I'm so damn in love with you," Calum tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, "only you make me feel this way."

"What way?" You can't help but giggle, the amount of love you have in your body is overwhelming.

"Pretty." Calum continues to grin, "you make me feel pretty."

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sleepless nights

pairing: calum hood x reader

summary: you couldn’t count the amount of times you had found calum playing bass when he couldn’t sleep, so when you’re lying in bed wide awake, you decide to give it a try.

word count: 1k

You laid awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling. You had been lying in bed for four hours and had yet to come close to falling asleep. It felt like your brain was on overdrive.

All you could think about was everything you had to do tomorrow. It wasn’t helping you fall asleep any faster.

You could hear the ticking of the clock on Calum’s bedside table. The seconds were slowly ticking away.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

You had had enough. You felt like you were going to go insane if you stayed in bed any longer.

You slowly snuck out of Calum’s grasp and walked into the living room. You didn’t know what you were going to do, but you needed to do something. Then, it popped into your head.

Calum always played the bass when he couldn’t sleep. He told you that it helped him silence his thoughts.

You tiptoed into Calum’s office trying to not wake up Duke, who was happily asleep and stretched out on the couch. You grabbed one of his basses off the wall and sat down in his chair.

You softly started playing the song that Calum had been teaching you. The feeling of the strings under your fingers brought you some peace. The bass hummed through your chest.

You didn’t notice it, but your worries were slipping away. Calum was absolutely right. Something about the bass in your hands and the music filling your ears made all your anxieties wash away.

You continued to play through the song and it felt effortless. When Calum was teaching you the song, you felt like you were fumbling around, but now you almost felt like you knew what you were doing.

Duke trotted into your room and decided to steal your spot in bed. The small furry dog licked Calum’s face, successfully waking him up. Calum groggily moved Duke to lay down next to him.

He reached out for your body and realized the bed was empty when his hand was met with cold sheets. He glanced over towards the bathroom door and saw that the light was off. “Where’d she go, Duke?” He asked, getting out of bed.

Calum slowly walked into the living room, looking for you. Then, he heard the soft sound of his bass coming from his office. He pushed the door open a little bit and leaned on the doorframe.

You were too distracted to notice him standing there. That also meant you didn’t see the absolutely lovestruck expression on his face. He loved watching you play the bass. It was his two favorite things combined: you and music.

You messed up one of the notes and cursed under your breath. You finally looked up and saw Calum standing there, doe-eyed.

Your eyes went wide. “Were you listening?” You asked, getting embarrassed. You weren’t very good at bass, especially when you compared yourself to Calum. He just nodded his head with a smile on his face.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. You sounded so good.” He said, walking towards you. You buried your face in your hands. He chuckled as he took the bass out of your lap and then hung it up.

He scooped you into his arms and then sat down in the chair with you in his lap. “What’re you doing up?” He asked, pulling your hands away from your face. “Couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled, lying your head on his chest. He completely understood the feeling.

His hand went to your head and stroked your hair. He hated knowing there wasn’t anything he could do to help you.

The scent of his cologne calmed you down a little. “Can I be honest with you?” He asked you, massaging your scalp.

You nodded your head, looking up at him. “You sounded really amazing when you were playing bass, and I’m not just saying that because you’re my girlfriend.” He told you, sweetly. A cheesy smile formed on your face as you kissed his cheek.

“Are you tired yet?” He asked you, softly. You shook your head no, hoping he had a suggestion. “Can I play with you then?” He asked you. Your eyes lit up as he asked. He could instantly tell that the idea had excited you.

You quickly crawled off his lap and grabbed the bass again. When you sat down on the bench in his office, you realized he had grabbed an acoustic guitar.

You slowly began strumming the notes of the song, careful not to mess it up. Calum joined in playing with you. The smile on his face was the most precious thing you’d ever seen.

You both played together for what seemed like hours. Neither of you wanted to stop because you both were having so much fun. Eventually, Calum checked his phone and realized how long you’d both been awake.

“Honey, if you don’t try to sleep now, you’re going to be exhausted tomorrow.” He said, standing up from his seat. You knew he was right, but you were worried about getting in your head again.

“It won’t be that bad, I promise.” He said, kissing you after he saw the frown on your face. He wrapped his arm snuggly around your shoulders as you both walked back to your bedroom. His presence always had the power to calm you down.

When you both got to bed, he pulled you right into his side. “Thank you for always helping me, even if it’s something dumb like not being able to fall asleep.” You said, burying your face in his chest. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “It’s not dumb, I promise. I have nights where it’s hard to fall asleep too. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.” He told you, genuinely.

Your fingers began to absentmindedly trace small shapes on his bicep. He looked down at you with an expression full of awe. He always thought you looked precious when you were in his arms.

“I love you so much.” He mumbled into your hair. You could feel a small smile grow on your face. “I love you too.” You said, taking his hand and kissing the back of it.

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Hi I believe I owe you an apology because its taken me forever to read, but now that I have read it, the only thing I can say is FUCK HANNAH

I Never Fall In Love - C.H.

Hi Hello! Yes it is I. Here I am, back with another Cal smut after who even knows how long. It’s a little out of my comfort zone and it’s from Calum’s POV. But hopefully y’all will like it! This here baby is 1.5k words 🤭 The smut is after the break!

“Dude, I thought you said she was almost here? It’s been close to an hour,” I ask Ashton as we walk back through the crowded club to our booth. The sound of an EDM remix of some Ariana song blasting through the speakers as a bunch of wasted girls scream along on the dancefloor. He looks back at me and shoots me an exasperated look, “she’s walking in now.” It’s about time I think as I look at my watch, 2 o’clock am. Ashton lets out a sound of acknowledgement and I follow his line of sight to the elevator to see his new girl walk out, followed very closely by her. She catches my eye and quickly averts her eyes, acting like she doesn’t see me. We haven’t seen each other since last time I was in New York, when things ended a little messily with Shannon and I. Thinking back, this is the exact club it all went down at. Almost a full year ago. We were never close, but she and I got on well. I was never annoyed by her like I was the rest of Shannon’s “best friends.” 

“Calum, this is Ashley. Ashley, Calum,” Ashton introduces as he stands to greet her with a kiss. I smile and wave as a greeting, which Ashley mirrors back towards me before turning her attention to Ashton. “We’re going to grab drinks and then head back over, okay?” She says motioning to herself and Elle before reaching up to give him a quick kiss. They vanish into the crowd in the blink of an eye, the bar on the other side of the dance floor. 

“Fuck. I’m going to need something stronger,” I groan after downing what was left of my drink. “What the fuck is your problem?” Ashton inquires. I give him a knowing look, “that’s Shannon’s best friend, she was there the night shit hit the fan.” The look of shock on his face tells me he had no idea her relevance when Ashley told him she was going to bring a friend tonight. “It’s fine though, dude, honestly,” I brush off the apology I knew was about to slip out. “She’s actually the only one who didn’t unfollow me on everything after the fact.” 

“I’m going to get another drink… or two,” I say and dip out right as the girls approach the table. I give Elle a once over as I pass by her, noting how good she looks in the mesh bodysuit and black pants; something she never would have worn on a night out with Shannon and company.

The DJ announces the last call and Ashton heads over to grab us all one last round before we head out, our table already littered in empty bottles and cups and shot glasses. We are all definitely more inebriated than at the beginning of the night. Elle’s a lot less tense around me and is still acting like I don’t exist, but I can sometimes feel her eyes on me. I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t attracted to her. As I laugh at a joke Ashley just made, I look over and catch Elle already looking at me. Her cheeks flush as I give her a grin and a wink and I know the thoughts that have been passing through my mind all night are shared. “Oh babe, let me help you with those drinks!” Ashley exclaims hopping up out of her chair as Ashton approaches, breaking the small moment we were sharing. 

Another thirty minutes pass and we head outside and wait for our car to pick us up. “I’m going home with Ash tonight, will you be okay alone in the hotel?” Ashton asks me. “Yeah bro, of course I’ll be fine, I won’t have to hear your obnoxious ass snoring all night.” I tease and Elle snickers at the jab. “Fuck off,” Ashton groans and punches me in the arm. Ashley laughs at her boyfriend’s reaction and pulls on his arm, “c’mon there’s our ride.” Elle and I are trailing behind the two lovebirds and I give her a small nudge to see what her reaction could be. She gives me a small nudge back while looking away with a timid smile. “Sorry you two, but y’all get to ride in the back back,” Ashton apologizes while giving us both a sorry look and then climbing into the middle seat of the SUV.

Ashley’s apartment is closer to the club than our hotel and Elle’s townhouse, so her and Ashton get dropped off first. The next stop is the hotel and then her house. The drive is relatively quiet minus the music softly coming out of the speakers. The longer we’ve been in the car the more the space between us has closed, but I don’t think either of us have really been conscientious of it. “We’re here, Mr. Hood,” the driver says turning around to let me know. I give him a nod of thanks and turn to tell her goodnight, but she’s already giving me a timid look. “Is it wrong if I come up with you?” She asks me, the first words she’s spoken to me all night. I give her a small shake of the head and grab her hand as I open the door and slide out. “Have a good night,” I say to our driver as I’m shutting the door behind her. “C’mon,” I whisper, pulling her behind me as I’m walking to the door of the hotel. We quietly wait for the elevator, her hand still in mine, still drunk and both unsure what exactly to say to each other. As the doors are shutting behind us Elle leans back against the wall and closes her eyes, letting out a small sigh of relief at being alone at last. I stand in front of her and am looking down at her with a smile on my face as she opens her eyes and looks up at me. “Anything that’s not a yes is a no, okay?” I tell her as I’m placing one hand on her waist and lifting the other to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Can I kiss you?” She lifts both hands to wrap around my neck and is raising herself onto her toes as she lets out a confident, “Yes.” I meet her halfway and press my lips to hers, finally. I didn’t realize this was something I needed so badly. I wrap both arms around her waist and am pulling her tightly against me as she lets out a soft sigh of contentment. The dinging of the elevator stopping at my floor pulls us both out of the kiss and we swiftly exit towards my room.

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