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Teeth | N.H.

note: inspired by the song Teeth by 5sos. I’ve been working on this one for a while and I’m still not happy with it but here you go.

summary: you get a little attitude with nico but he puts you in your place

warnings: s m u t, spanking, slight captain kink

wc: 2.1k

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes

Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

Nico had just gotten home from a roadie earlier in the day and you were excited to finally have him all to yourself. When you got home, he told you that Jack had invited the two of you to dinner. While you loved Nico’s teammates, you were a little upset. Jack had just seen Nico for ten days in a row. Why couldn’t you have him to yourself for a night?

As you and Nico took the elevator in your building down to Jack’s floor you stuck tightly to his side, unable to keep your hands off of him for even a moment. He grins when you stand on your tiptoes to ask for yet another kiss. “You gotta behave yourself, baby.” He warns before giving into your demand.

“I am behaving.” You pout as he pulls away from you. “We’d be naked in our bed right now if I wasn’t.” Nico bites his lip as he shakes his head at you. Unimpressed with your idea of behaving but slightly turned on anyway.

You’re surprised when a blonde girl opens Jack’s door after you knock. She introduces herself as she lets you and Nico in, making polite conversation as you follow her to the kitchen. Dawson and his girlfriend are also in the kitchen talking with Jack. “Are we babysitting now?” You grumble to Nico as you attach yourself to him by wrapping your arms around his waist.

He wraps a heavy arm around your shoulders and kisses your forehead. “Don’t be a brat, y/n.” Nico mumble’s back.

You roll your eyes at him. “Fine.”

Nico flashes you a look, warning you to check your attitude before you all take your seats at the table. The look makes you squeeze your thighs together as flames erupt in your belly. He hasn’t seen you in a week and he’d rather spend time with his teammates than have alone time?

The six of you sit at the table, passing the food around as the guys take turns telling funny stories from their trip. The two other girls at the table seem familiar with each other and quietly chat to one another. “Y/n?” Jack’s date calls your name and you realize you’ve been staring at Nico.

“Sorry, what?” You turn your attention to the blonde girl, trying to remember if you saw her before tonight. You feel slightly guilty for not remembering her name but Nico looks so good in his dress shirt. How are you supposed to think about anything else?

The girl giggles. “I asked you how you deal with Nico being away for weeks at a time.”

You glance at Nico who’s looking at you like he also wants to know the answer. “Lot’s of phone sex.” You say with a smirk.

The girl's face turns red as Dawson and Jack howl with laughter. Nico places his hand on your thigh underneath the table and squeezes, digging his fingernails into your skin through your leggings.

“Is that why you never go out with us?” Jack asks after he takes a deep breath. Dawson wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his beer.

“I go to dinner with you all the time.” Nico scoffs.

Dawson starts giggling again. “But you gotta run back to the hotel for dessert, eh?”

Nico nudges your knee with his underneath the table as he moves his hand higher up your thigh. “I love my girl.” He leans over to kiss your temple. “Look what you started you little brat.” He whispers for just you to hear.

The look on his face lets you know that you’re getting punished for that when you get home and your body shivers with anticipation.

You barely touch the dinner that Jack’s new girlfriend made. The pasta is delicious, but your stomach is in knots as Nico continues massaging your thigh. He eventually gets close enough that his pinky rubs up against your clothed heat and it makes you jump. Reaching for your wine glass, you take a deep gulp as Nico smirks at the blush on your cheeks.

“Are you alright, love?” There’s a twinkle in his eye as Nico questions you. He’s enjoying this.

You tug at the hem of the sweatshirt you’re wearing, which also happens to be his. “Yeah, it’s just a little hot in here.”

His eyes darken as he watches you take another sip of wine, your tongue darting out to catch the last sweet drops on the rim. The rest of the table chats animatedly, unaware of the silent conversation you and Nico are having.

Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

When it’s time for you to leave, you practically jump out of your seat. Nico says goodbye to Jack and his girlfriend, thanking them for dinner as you wonder what’s in store for you once you make it back to your own apartment.

You end up riding the elevator with Dawson and his date down to your floor. You stand next to Nico’s side without touching him but your body is so aware of him that you can tell every time he shifts his weight or fidgets.

“Have a good night you two.” Dawson smirks at the two of you as the door to the elevator opens on your floor. You politely say your goodbyes before following Nico to your door.

As soon as he gets the door open, he’s pulling you inside and pressing his mouth to yours. You kiss him back eagerly as he guides you backwards so you’re pressed against the wall of the entryway. Your body becomes putty underneath his touch as his right hand fists the hair at the nape of your neck and his left hand slides underneath the sweatshirt you're wearing.

He bites your bottom lip as his calloused fingers graze over the soft skin on your stomach moving up to cup your breasts over your bra. “You were a little brat tonight y/n.” He comments before lowering his head down to your neck and sucking a hickey into your delicate skin. “What am I going to do with you?”

You palm him over his jeans and smile when it elicits a moan to fall from his lips. “I guess you’ll have to punish me.” You whisper as you kiss his jaw.

He picks you up before you can say anything else, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom. As soon as he sets you on your feet he’s pulling your leggings down your legs. “Teasing me all night like you won’t have any consequences.” He mutters as you step out of your pants.

You give him a sly smile before taking his sweatshirt off your body, revealing the matching bra and panty set you had put on just for him. “You’re the one who delayed my plans, Captain.”

He sits down on the edge of the bed. Biting his lip as he takes in the sight of you. His gaze is so intense that you’re practically dripping from arousal before he even touches you. “Come here.” He demands after what feels like an eternity.

You walk over to him slowly and when you’re finally within reaching distance, he throws you over his lap so your ass is in the air. He’s still wearing his clothes, and his jeans rub against your bra, giving your sensitive nipples some delicious friction. You whine as he slowly brings his hand up your leg and over your ass before resting it on the small of your back. He uses his other hand to gather all of your hair in a makeshift ponytail so he can see your face.

“I think thirteen is a fair number, don’t you, love?” His voice is deep and you can tell that he’s just as turned on as you are.

“Yes.” You breathe as you shake your ass, begging him to do something.

He digs his fingers into your ass cheek, causing you to jump. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Captain.” You stutter.

He massages your ass cheek before pulling your underwear down. “I want you to count, pretty girl. Ready?” His hand slaps your ass before you can respond and you jump a little in his lap. The slight sting mixes with pleasure and your body begins to shake with a need for relief. “Count.” He reminds you.

“One.” His palm hits your other cheek before the word is even fully out of your mouth. “Two.”

He goes on, alternating ass cheeks until you reach ten. You’ve been squirming in his lap so he pauses to check on you. “What do you need, love?”

You can feel his erection in his jeans and you’re dying to get your mouth on it. “I need it harder, Captain.”

This time when his palm comes down his fingers hit your soaked hole. You bite his jean clad thigh to keep from crying out. “Is that what you want, baby?” He asks as he spanks you again, his fingers sliding inside of you easily before he removes them. “You’re just dying for me to touch you aren’t you?”

“Nico…”

The final time his hand comes down, he slides two fingers inside of you as he unclips your bra with his other hand. As soon as your breasts are free, he rolls one of your nipples between his fingers as he works his other hand inside of you. “This is all you wanted, isn't it baby? You wanted me to make you cum?”

“Yes, Nico…please…” You’re a moaning mess in his lap as he expertly fingers you, adding a third finger to give you more friction. “I want you inside me.” You groan.

He lets go of your nipple and moves his hand to your clit. You moan as he begins to rub circles on it and you bite down on his thigh again. “Be a good girl and cum for me.” He applies more pressure to your clit and you’re seeing stars in no time, orgasming as he holds you in his lap.

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

“So perfect and good for me, baby.” Nico praises you as he brushes your hair out of your face and pulls you up so you’re sitting in his lap. “You did so well.”

You kiss him until you’re both breathless and then stand on shaking legs. “It’s my turn to make you feel good.” You pull at his belt and he stands up quickly, helping you to get him out of his jeans and boxers.

You sink to your knees before him once his erection is free and take his large cock in your hand. The tip is already shining with pre-cum and you lick it up with your tongue before pulling him into your mouth. “Fuck.” He mutters as he tangles his hands in your hair.

You hum in satisfaction causing the vibrations to travel along his thick member. He pushes into your mouth until you gag and then pulls out. “Mmmm I’ve wanted to do this all night.” You admit as you wipe the drool off of your chin. You go to reach for him again but he steps back out of your reach.

“I’m not going to last baby and I want to be inside you.” He tells you as he moves the pillows and sits down on the bed with his back pressed against the headboard. “Come ride me.”

You don’t have to be told twice, scrambling quickly to get on the bed and swing your leg over him. You bend down to kiss him as you trail your fingers down his chest before gripping the base of his cock so you can sink down on top of him. You both moan as he stretches you, filling you up completely. “I’ve missed you being inside of me.” You whisper as you start to bounce up and down.

He brings his hands to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he tries to slow your movements. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You run your hands through his hair tugging softly at the roots as you grind down on him. He lets out a string of curses in German letting you know he’s not going to last long.

You press your forehead to his as you pick up the pace. He wraps his arms around your torso, holding you flush to his chest as you grind against him, bringing yourself close to the edge again. “You feel so good, baby. So good for me.” He kisses you again and the praise is all you need to come undone around him.

He tightens his arms around you as he thrusts up into you. “Open your eyes, love. I want you to look at me.” His forehead is still pressed to yours and he looks into your eyes as his thrusts become erratic. “Fuck, y/n.” He stills as he reaches his orgasm, coating your womb with his cum.

Once you’re both spent, you rest your head on his shoulder. You try to move your leg so you can get off of him but he quickly grips the back of your knee, keeping you in place. “I want to hold you.” He murmurs before kissing your cheek.

“Okay.” You give him a lazy smile before relaxing into him. Cuddling with Nico is easily your favorite thing in the world.

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bratzforchris · 6 months

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helloooo :) could you write a dom!luke with fem!reader where luke gets the idea of recording your moans while fucking and trying to get them sampled into a song and it’s just like really hardcore sex and stuff??

Five Sauce

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — What starts as goofing off with your bandmates ends in something much, much more (Kinktober Day 17)

Pairing — 5sos (dom!ash, dom!cal, switch!luke, sub!michael) x female and band member!reader

Word Count — 3.3k

Content Warnings — Smut, group hookup, strong language, doggy style with multiple members, missionary, oral (m and f receiving), spanking every so often, handjobs, overstimulation, sub punishment by dom, orgasm denial, overall filth :3

Note — Well, I definitely strayed from this prompt a bit, but I hope you love it anyways! Please request in my ask box if you'd like the same thing, but solo Luke centric. I figured this counted as some good ole' hardcore smut >:> Also, please note that my writing does not reflect 5 Seconds of Summer in real life in any shape or form. This is for entertainment only.

DNI under 18 please :)

♡

“You’ve actually never had a threesome, Y/N?” Calum asked you. “No offense, but you’re kinda a whore.” he laughed.

“Shut up,” You said, throwing a pillow towards him. “Some of us aren’t kinky fucks.”

“I mean, he didn’t lie.” Luke shrugged.

You chuckled, kissing Luke’s cheek. Luke was definitely your closest thing to a partner, but there was definitely some erotic tension within the band. You’d shared makeouts with all, and sometimes two of, the boys, but you hadn’t done anything further than that with anyone besides Luke.

“Who here thinks Y/N should have a threesome or moresome?” Michael asked, ever the kinky one.

The band was currently over at Ashton’s house, trading song ideas and lyrics for the upcoming album, CALM. Somehow, probably because of the talk over Wildflower, the topic of conversation had changed from the album to sex. You didn’t mind, if anything, you rather enjoyed it. You’d been in the kink scene for a while, and the talk of having a hookup with more than one person excited you.

“Oh, I absolutely do,” Ashton said finally, gnawing on his lip. “She needs it.”

“Says who?” You asked. “You?”

Luke snorted. “You know Ashton loves to be in control.”

“I dunno, Luke. You weren’t saying that after the Youngblood release party,” Calum scooted closer to the blond. “I definitely wrote ‘I love the way you’re screaming my name’ about that.”

Luke flushed, burying his face in your side. You knew he hooked up with the other guys every now and then, and for some reason, the thought turned you on more than it annoyed you. The blond was more often your dom than your sub, and the idea of him submitting to someone else was a very pretty image.

“Fine,” You said, cutting right to the chase. “I’ll do it. But you guys have to help.” You chuckled, watching as their faces dropped.

“Are you actually serious right now?” Michael asked, his dick hardening at the scene that was practically dangling in front of his face.

“I am,” You nodded solemnly. “What? You guys are hot. Just because you’re my bandmates doesn’t mean I can’t say that.”

Michael moaned, laying himself on top of you and Luke, placed perfectly so that you could both feel his raging hard-on. “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“You’re a slut, Michael.” Calum chuckled before leaning in to softly suckle on Michael’s pale, milky neck while using his right hand to slowly palm Luke’s lap.

The scene in front of you was already making your pussy throb with excitement and you crossed your legs, watching it unfold. Before you knew it, Ashton had come to sit beside you on his large, L-shaped couch.

“Not participating in the fun, Y/N?” he asked you. “This is about you, y’know.” he hummed in your ear, voice husky.

“Oh,” You moaned softly as Ashton ran his hand up and down your thigh. “Um.”

Michael and Luke looked at you when they heard you moan. Being a bit more sublike than Ashton and Calum, they were eager to please you. Luke pulled slightly away from Calum, just enough to run his tongue across your jawline and lips, slowly inserting into your mouth and beginning to make out with you. By this point, all five of you were touching each other somehow; the whole scene was definitely leading to something more, hence why Ashton stood up suddenly, hands on hips.

“Luke, Michael, Y/N. Bedroom, now. We’ll be with you in a minute.” he said, nodding towards Calum and asserting his “dom” voice that you’d heard stories about.

Michael immediately scampered off, eager to have someone dom him and take control, but you and Luke hung back a bit, eyeing each other.

“Are you two deaf?” Calum asked. “Go.”

“What if I wanna dom?” Luke asked as he licked his lips, ever the brat.

“Gee, Luke,” Ash hummed nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you in front of Y/N, now would I?”

Luke blushed a bright pink, looking over at you. “I promise I’m a switch.”

“Yeah, like 20% of the time,” Calum snorted. “Now go.”

You both looked at each other and giggled a bit. You took the blond’s hand and led him to Ashton’s large master bedroom. Your face was already flushed and your sex was throbbing at the thought of watching Luke get punished by either Ashton or Calum. Michael had already propped himself up with a few silken pillows, completely naked and panting heavily as he tried to refrain from touching himself.

“You really are a pro at being a whore, aren’t you?” You asked him.

Michael nodded his head, whining softly. “Mmmmm, Luke.” he moaned.

Luke laid down on the bed, patting the spot next to him for you to sit down. “Awww, you want me to fuck you and have Y/N watch? Wanna get humiliated in front of the hot girl?” he asked, trailing his fingers up and down Michael’s bare thighs.

The green eyed-boy nodded, looking up at Luke through his lashes. “Uh huh.”

You blushed, kissing Luke’s neck. “Go on. Do it. Humiliate him.” You smirked.

Luke turned towards you, pausing his seducing of Mike. “You need to be a good girl first. Strip.” he commanded.

You bowed your head and slowly pulled off your shirt, making sure Luke and Michael were watching. After you had tugged your shirt off, you turned your back so that Luke could unclasp your bra. Once he had done so, Luke tugged off his own clothes, eyeing both you and Michael in a seductive way.

“Help please?” You asked him in a sultry voice, fluttering your lashes.

Luke smirked, landing a smack to your ass before undoing your bra and tossing it onto Michael. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You blushed and then slid your pants off, doing the same thing with your underwear. Within just a few seconds both your panties and your bra were draped across Michael. The whole scene was like something out of a porn, and you knew that Ashton and Calukm would definitely be mad, but that wasn’t stopping the three of you.

“Kneel, Y/N.” Luke said, denying Michael of any attention that he was so desperately whining and moaning for.

You immediately did as Luke asked, blushing. “Yes sir.”

Luke eyed you up and down one time before smirking. “Good girl. Now watch.”

He turned to Michael and began to palm his dick, leaving hickeys across the boy’s pale, milky tummy. You couldn’t help but to feel turned on by the scene, your stomach tightening as you watched Luke’s fingers work Michael’s dick. Michael began to moan, throwing his head back and wiggling against the sheets.

“I know you can do it.” Luke told Michael as he pumped him harder.

You were practically ready to cum yourself as you watched Michael grip handfuls of the sheets in hands as he tried so desperately not to release. Luke wasn’t showing the green eyed boy any mercy and it was hot.

“Oh god, Luke.” he whimpered.

“Ah ah, be good for Y/N.” Luke told him.

Michael whined, wriggling and thrusting his hips. You crossed your legs and bit your lips, knowing you would be next for Luke if you didn’t listen. Even if he was a switch, Luke always pushed you as a dom, but you loved it. Finally, Luke decided he’d had enough of torturing Michael. He gave him one last thrust of the hand before speaking.

“Go ahead, honey. Show Y/N how pretty you are when you cum.” Luke taunted, running his pointer finger down Michael’s tear-stained cheek.

He didn’t need to be told twice; Michael immediately let go, covering his tummy and thighs, as well as Luke’s chest in thick, white ropes of cum. The boy panted as he rode out his high, grasping onto Luke’s forearms.

“Huh huh…” he panted. “Thank you.” he moaned tiredly, smiling up at Luke a sleepy, fucked out smile.

“You’re welcome. Good boy.” Luke cooed, kissing his forehead.

When you heard Luke talk like that, you immediately let out a moan, crawling across the mountain of sheets towards him. “Need you.” You whimpered.

“Did I tell you you could move?” Luke asked, raising a brow.

You shook your head, looking down at the bed. “No, I’m sorry.”

Luke lifted your chin in his hand, glaring down at you. “You will ask me for permission in the future.”

You nodded, a blush speckling your cheeks. “I understand.”

“I think you need a little punishment, honey.” Luke said, as he bent to reach into Ashton’s nightstand.

Despite this not being his house, there had been many hookups in this room, and Luke knew exactly where Ashton kept his condoms. He retrieved one from the drawer, pulling it out of the wrapper and rolling it onto Michael’s still erect cock. The blond nodded between you two before sitting back and crossing his arms.

“Well. Since you two wanted to be so naughty, go for it. I’ll join in when I feel like it.” Luke said with a sneer.

You and Michael looked at each other, before the green-eyed boy eventually bounded across the king sized bed to you.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” he whispered, dipping his head.

“On top.” You commanded Michael, knowing that would leave a way for Luke to join in which you so desperately wanted.

He slowly did as you asked, sliding himself between your wet folds and jerking back instantly, in an almost teasing way. “Is this okay?”

“It’s perfect.” You panted out, so beyond horny.

Suddenly, Michael slammed into you in a way that you didn’t know he was capable of. He began to ride you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back. You quickly joined in, the tightness of your pussy and the way Michael looked so pretty looking down at you making you so much more sensitive than usual.

Before long, you were already near orgasm. His hips continued to grind into yours, the sound of his balls hitting your ass echoing around the room. You wondered what Ashton and Calum were doing that they hadn’t heard what was going on, but right now, you didn’t care.

“Oh,” You whimpered. “Oh Mike. Gonna cum.”

“Not yet,” Luke said out of the blue, straddling Michael’s hips from behind. “You’re not cumming until I say so. Both of you.”

The blond immediately slammed into Michael’s pretty, pink hole with no lube or condom, making the boy cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The scene was like something out of a pornographic film. Michsel was topping you, panting heavily as Luke edged him, all three of you letting out sensual, seductive moans, whimpers, and pants.

“Gonna cum.” You and Michael cried at nearly the same time.

Luke was also nearing his climax, but he was much more skilled at holding his in and being edged than you two were.

“Go ahead, Y/N. Cum for…” Michael’s sentence was interrupted by the door flying open.

“What is this?” Calum asked, surveying the scene.

Luke immediately pulled out of Michael and kneeled, looking down at the bed. “‘M sorry…” he whispered.

Michael did the same with, quickly covering himself with the sheets and hiding his face in a throw pillow. You straightened up, trying oh-so-desperately to clench your legs. The way the boys had interrupted you three was perhaps the cruelest form of edging there was.

“Save it, Luke. You know what happens to naughty boys.” Ashton sneered, sitting down on the bed and giving Luke’s blond curls a slight tug.

Luke whined, his head becoming fuzzy as he slipped into subspace. Michael was already in his headspace, but the way Calum, who was his regular dom, was looking at him made him sink further and further in.

“I think Luke and Michael need to watch,” Ash stated. “I know they’re the ones that started it. They’re just little sluts, right boys?”

Luke nodded his head slowly, blushing. “Yes, sir.”

Michael didn’t speak, but nodded his head, giggling softly.

“Good job,” Ash patted each of their knees before roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. “As for you.”

He began to make out with you passionately, pinning you to the bed as Calum stroked your inner thighs, exciting your nerves. You had never gone further than a drunken makeout with either of the boys, but you were so horny and so close to cumming at the current moment that they were absolutely turning you on.

“Look at her,” Calum said, placing kisses on your thighs. “So desperate for a cock.”

You moaned into Ashton's kisses, tugging on Calum’s curls. The entire scene was beyond hot. All five of you were spread out across Ashton’s large bed. Luke and Michael were sitting at the foot of it, completely naked and trying not to touch themselves as they watched the doms make out with you. Calum was caressing your thighs with both his hands and his lips, kissing along your slit ever so teasingly.

Ashton had your arms pinned to the bed and was heatedly making out with you, every so often tugging on your hair. “You want me, baby? Want me cock inside your pretty little pussy?”

You whimpered and nodded, tensing and clenching your legs as Calum hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh…”

“I’ll save the best for last. Let Cal have his fun. You two,” he nodded over at Luke and Michael. “Get cleaned up and in pajamas. You’re going to bed without getting off, sweets. That’s what happens when you get Y/N in trouble.” Ashton’s tone was firm, but he did press a kiss to Luke and Michael’s forehead as they trudged into the bathroom.

Ashton leaned back against the headboard and pulled his shirt off, smirking to himself as he watched Calum’s tongue edge closer and closer to your opening. The raven-haired boy crouched fully and slowly began to run his tongue along your folds, licking over your clit.

If there was one thing Calum was famous for in the bedroom, it was not giving a warning. He began to eat out without a word, tongue thrusting in and out of your hole and going over your clit. You locked your legs around his head, crying out.

“Cal. Feels so good.” You nearly hollered.

He smirked, lifting his head up so he could speak. “Need to cum already, princess?”

You nodded your head, gripping the sheets and throwing your head back, deep, throaty moans eliciting from your mouth.

“Not a chance.” he smirked, landing a smack to your ass as he ate you out faster and harder.

By this point, tears were practically streaking down your cheeks. The lingering feeling of being edged earlier, combined with how good Calum’s tongue felt against your sensitive nerves was pushing you over the edge.

“Please, need to cum.” You cried.

“I know you can hold it, baby girl.” he moaned, the vibrations just feeding the feeling even more.

You shoved your face into your hand as you cried, bucking your hips up. Calum was just making you feel so, so good that your brain was overloaded. “Please.”

Eventually, Calum decided he’d had his fun with you. You’d been such a good girl, and for that, you deserved to cum. “Go ahead, baby. Cum all over my face.” he hummed.

You immediately did as told, thrusting closer to him as you let go, your cum coating his face. Calum lifted his head up and smirked, wiping the cream from his eyes. “Good fuckin’ girl. She’s a good one, Ash.” he said to his bandmate as he pulled off his shirt.

You blushed, dipping your head as you caught your breath. “Thank you.”

Ashton smirked, practically ripping off his pants after seeing what a good sub you were. “I want you to watch while I have my fun, Cal. Enjoy yourself.” he chuckled.

Although Calum was also a dom, Ashton had fallen into the role of lead dom for this particular scene. The brown-eyed boy removed his clothes when Ashton spoke, ready to get off on the scene unfolding before his eyes.

The honey blond removed his pants before towering over your exhausted frame on his knees. You blushed as you eyed him up and down, staying a minute on his dick. He was much bigger than Luke and Michael and as you glanced over, bigger than Calum as well.

“Suck.” Ashton demanded.

You moved yourself to your knees, kneeling before Ashton and fluttering your lashes up at him. “Okay.” You smiled shyly.

You put his tip in your mouth, running your tongue over the head. Slowly, you took more and more of Ashton’s cock into your mouth. You were bobbing your head and sucking him off rhythmically, giving him quite good head. Eventually, you reached the back of your throat and tried not to gag. The last bit of Ashton’s ten inch dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth you began to pump with your right hand.

“Good girl.” Ashton moaned, throwing his head back.

You began to bob your head faster and harder, matching the erotic noises coming from Calum’s mouth beside you as he got himself off. By this point, Michael and Luke had returned from the bathroom where they had cleaned themselves up and were watching the current threesome with wide eyes. They were so used to being dommed by Ashton and Calum that although they weren’t getting fucked themselves, watching them fuck you was a treat in itself.

“Oh baby, makin’ me feel so good.” Ash said, tugging on your hair and wiggling his hips.

You looked up at him and tried to smile, giving him one last suck as you felt his dick twitch, indicating his need to cum.

“Gonna cum, Y/N.” he panted.

Ashton pulled your hair tightly one more time before releasing, all of his cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off his dick, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiling. You were absolutely exhausted and the feeling of Ashton’s cum coating your throat was making you feel beyond good.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“You’re such a good girl,” Ashton cooed, kissing your forehead.

Just as he said that, Calum reached his own climax and came in his hand, moaning loudly. He smirked as he realized the other four of you had just watched him get off and based by the lustful looks in all of your eyes, you had enjoyed it.

“That’s so hot…” Luke whispered, blue eyes wide.

Ashton pulled a pack of baby wipes out of his nightstand and pulled a few out before passing the pack to Luke. “Help with aftercare, sweet boy.”

The blond began to wipe down Calum’s chest and hand, leaving kisses along his tanned body as Michael wrapped him in a cuddle. Ashton did the same for you, wiping down your mouth and chest, making sure to praise you and leave kisses all over your body. He quickly wiped himself down before laying down and pulling you into his chest.

You two scooted over to where Michael, Luke, and Calum were laying. “Band cuddle,” You giggled sleepily. “Thank you guys. For helping me have my first group hookup.” You chuckled.

“We should get Y/N’s moans sampled into a song,” Luke suggested. “That would sell so many fuckin’ records.”

You giggled softly, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I love you guys. All of you.”

You got a chorus of “I love you, Y/N”’s back, which made you feel so warm inside. You and this band had had nothing but love for each other for the past nine years. Now, you were finally getting to show it in more ways than one, and you couldn’t be happier.

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orchideous-nox · 4 months

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see how it shines // band au // E // 18/38 // 53.5k words // wolfstar with background jegulus and rosekiller

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wishing you the best in the worst way // muggle au // E // 7k words // 1/1 // rosekiller

freezing while he's showering // smut one-shot // E // 3.2k words // 1/1 // jegulus

have to stop the world just to stop the feeling // muggle au // E // 7.1k words // 1/1 // wolfstar

second coming in a bathroom stall // muggle au // E // 10.8k // 1/1 // wolfstar

bark like you want it, baby // hogwarts smut // E // 3.6k words //1/1 // wolfstar

it's never just coffee // coffee shop au // E / 5/5 // 45.3k words // rosekiller with background pandalily

blood on my shirt, rose in my hand // inspired by Teeth by 5SOS // E // 4.3k words // 1/1 // rosekiller

think i need someone older (part 1 of the save a horse, ride a cowboy series) // cowboy au // E // 26k words // 4/4 // wolfstar

just a little bit colder (part 2 of the save a horse, ride a cowboy series) // cowboy au // E // 18.3k words // 1/1 // rosekiller with background wolfstar

my insides are red and yours are too (part 1 of the like a goddamn vampire duology) // vampire/hunter au // E // 5.8k words // 1/1 // wolfstar

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take me where the music ain't too loud // college/uni au // M // 7.5k words // 1/1 // wolfstar

the things i do when i picture you // inspired by Picture You by Chappell Roan // E // 3.8k words // 1/1 // wolfstar

once the thrill expired // inspired by Cardigan by Taylor Swift // E // 7.7k words // 1/1 // wolfstar

looking at you got me thinking christmas // christmas one-shot // E // 4.8k words // 1/1 // wolfstar

freak out in a moonage daydream // sirius's birthday one-shot // T // 914 words // 1/1 // minor wolfstar

Starman (part 1 of Sun, Moon and Stars) // record store au // T // 1.8k words // 1/1 // wolfstar

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munsons-hellfire · 11 months

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Chapter 1: Everything All At Once

SUMMARY: You're set to perform a duet single (a new take on Lover Of Mine) with 5 Seconds of Summer, as well as a song from your album that was released three months ago. While back stage you have a run in with lead singer and guitarist of Corroded Coffin Eddie Munson, and things take an interesting turn after the award show.

PAIRINGS: Older!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Pop Singer!Fem!Reader

PART 1 IN THE RUIN MY LIFE SERIES

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, Age Gap ( Reader is 30, Eddie is 44, smut, language, fingering (f receiving), oral (f and m receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), aftercare, smut with a plot,

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a new series and another Eddie series. I adore Eddie and love him with all my heart. This series is heavily inpisired by Ruin My Life by Zara Larsson. I was listening to it one day, so I put it on repeat and just go the idea for this series. This is a reminder that I do not own any songs that are mentioned in here unless stated otherwise. I have never been capable of coming up with my own lyrics but there will be a few songs that are completely written by me (they'll make an appearance later). If you'd like to be tagged in this series let me know.

WORD COUNT: 4.4K Words

RUIN MY LIFE SERIES MASTERLIST

It was the night of the 2023 MTV Video Music Awards. You were backstage getting ready to go on stage to perform a few songs with 5 Seconds Of Summer. The main song would be a newly released song of "Ghost Of You", it hit home with you and when you were contacted about the song you couldn't turn down the offer to perform the song. Your fiancé would've been so proud of where you had gotten.

You had your microphone ready to go in your hand, it was mixed with blue, red, and some pink. The blue and pink were your mother and father's favorite colors. And the red was in honor of your fiancé, it was his favorite color. Before you were set to go on and perform you had won a MTV award for Best New Artist. And you were honestly still shocked.

If it hadn't been for your parents and your fiancé, you wouldn't be here right now. The three of them had always supported your dreams to be a singer, to tour the world and just have fun while doing it. Unfortunately your fiancé couldn't be here, he passed away 9 years ago today as it turned out. And what was once a sad day each year you now had something that made the pain just a little better.

You started to make it big shortly after you had turned 30 and now you were here about to sing in front of a large crowd. Then you'd be leaving in a few weeks to start your World Tour for your new album that was as personal as it would ever be. A lot of the songs had to do with a lot of recent events whereas a few of them were about your parents and growing up.

The songs that remained were about your fiancé. While everyone speculated who those songs were about you hadn't really stated who they were about. You still weren't open to the idea of talking about your dead fiancé. Though one of the songs about him you would be singing tonight after you sang Ghost Of You. Then it would switch back to another song you had recorded with 5SOS.

Afterwards it would switch over to a few verses from one of your most popular songs from your album. It was written about the support you had received from your parents and fiancé. That song had been the one to get you discovered in the first place so it had to be on the album. It was titled Thank you, the title alone basically spoke for itself.

When doing the album you re-recorded the song and now here you were, all because of that song. Then you'd switch into a few verses and you would end off with a song that had been written about your fiancé. It was going to be a bittersweet moment for sure, being able to perform it on the day of the anniversary.

You were somewhat happy to be at an award show rather than moping around like you did over the previous 8 years since his death. You shook your hands in the air to get the jitters out of your body. You had done only a few small shows that had been leading up to this moment. But this award show would be your first time on a stage like this in front of a lot of people. So the jitters were expected of course.

"Someone's nervous." The voice of an older man ran through your ears. You looked over your shoulder to see the infamous rockstar, the lead singer and guitarist of Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson walking up to you.

A soft but nervous smile graced your lips. "First time singing on a stage this big in front of a lot of people." You clarified even though you knew he didn't need the clarification.

Eddie had been in your shoes a long time ago, so he was familiar with the nerves. It also helped that you knew exactly who Eddie Munson was, he was a certified bad boy through the 90s and 00s. He was all over the place and a certain mess. He seemed to get a little better after the birth of his kids in 2004.

They were twins, he had a boy named Beau Munson and a daughter named Blair Munson. He had his twins with his wife whom he's been separated from for well over a year and is currently in the process of a nasty divorce brought forth by his ex-wife Heather (you assumed that she was trying to go after some of the money he had).

But you hoped that Eddie had been smart and made the woman sign a prenup before they had gotten married. You also knew that his son and daughter opted not to follow in his footsteps, they were both going to college. They had publicly stated what paths they had chosen for themselves.

Beau was studying to be a doctor, hopefully a Neurosurgeon. Meanwhile Blair was studying to be a Cosmetologist, she loved styling hair and coloring it. Eddie’s kids were nothing like him and it made you wonder how a certified bad boy who had two kids could be so different from their father. But then again your parents had expected you to follow in their footsteps before they saw your love for writing music and performing. So you really couldn’t judge the Munson siblings.

Eddie walked closer to you, the space between the two of you was closed off. “How about after you perform and I perform we get out of here and head back to my place?” Eddie had a smirk on his face as he asked the question and his warm brown eyes stared down at you.

You were new to the industry but you still knew enough to know what happens around here. “If you’re trying to get your dick wet you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that, maybe please me a little. A girl has needs you know.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know what needs you got and I can show you exactly how I can take care of those needs.”

Your thighs clenched together after his words slammed into your ears. The smirk he had on his face only grew as he watched your reaction. He was getting you right where he wanted you. Before anything more could be said between you and Eddie, Luke came running up behind you, picking you up and spinning you around. You released a fit of giggles.

“You ready, pop star?” Like questions, a smile on his lips. You glanced over at Eddie for a brief moment, watching the smirk turn to a glare as he stared at you and Luke.

“Yes, I’m ready.” You breathed out, he set you down and you adjusted the strap on your left shoulder that connected to your outfit.

“Remember, just like we practiced. You’ll do great.”

You gave him a nod as he walked onto the stage. You gripped your microphone just a smidge tighter then looked over at Eddie. “Break a leg out there, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Eddie. I’ll be around afterwards if you can find me.” A smirk graced your lips.

“Challenge accepted.” Eddie whispered as you walked out onto the stage following behind Luke. You wanted to say something else to him but instead you internally thanked your fiancé for sending Eddie your way.

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After you had gone on to perform you waited backstage, staying hidden but still in eye sight of the stage so you could get the full experience of watching Eddie Munson perform on the stage live in person. Sometimes you noticed that he would turn slightly off stage to look for you but you would move out of sight so he couldn’t see you. Overall you were having a blast playing this game with him.

As the award show came to a close you walked out of the building. The air felt nice and cooled you off a lot more than the fans were at a high enough setting and weren’t keeping you cool. You still felt hot, though maybe it was because you had been dreaming about what a night with Eddie Munson would look like. You heard that he was good in bed but you honestly just wanted to know for yourself.

“Whatcha lookin’ at sweetheart?” Eddie whispered in your ear when he came up behind you. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Just the stars, though you can’t see much.” You answered, turning slightly to look back at the older man. He had a soft smile on his face as he stared down at you.

“I can show you the stars.” There was a devious smirk that fell into his plump lips, you couldn’t help but smile at the comment.

“So we’d be skipping the after party?” In truth you didn’t want to go to it, you were never one to party and that wasn’t suddenly going to change because you were popular.

“Unless you want to go of course.”

“No, I think I’m good.” Eddie held his hand out to you and you took it in yours. Once he had a hold he took you to his car where the driver was waiting. The two of you climbed into the car and were heading to his place. “Can I ask you a question?”

“As long as it’s not about my kids, or the ex.” There was a coldness in his voice when he mentioned his ex. You shook your head.

“No, it’s not. I don’t like to pry too much into people. Why are you interested in me? I mean no offense but you’re for sure a fuck boy so are you lookin’ to add me to your list or whatever?” Before Eddie had met his wife and had kids he was a notorious fuck boy, having sex with anyone that wanted him. But after his wife he had mellowed out and even though he hadn’t been with her for a year he hadn’t gone to sleep with someone until he saw you.

“No list, I’m not like that anymore. I heard that version of Ghost of You on the radio, my daughter was listenin’ to it. Honestly your voice was just really appealing and I wanted to know what it sounded like in the bedroom. I want to know what your moans sound like, I want to know everything that your body does.” He leaned closer to you, his nose gently brushing your ear. He smiled triumphantly when you clenched your thighs together just because of his words. He really had an effect on you. Eddie placed his hand down on your thigh and slowly moved it towards your center. “We still have a bit of a drive.”

“What do you want to do then?” You asked, eyes on him.

“What do you want me to do?”

He watched as your small hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled it closer to the place where you desired him to touch. The smirk that he had on his face never left his face as he gently placed his fingers over your clothed core. You cursed yourself for deciding to wear pants for the after show that you knew you’d never go to. But that didn’t seem to stop the rockstar’s mission. He eyed you as he moved his hand up to your button and unbuttoned them.

His hand slipped into your pants and panties, his calloused fingers came in contact with your clit. Slowly he starts to rub your clit in circular motions. A soft whimper leaves your mouth as you throw your head back towards the headrest. The first five years after your fiancé passed you hadn’t been with anyone sexually. But afterwards you were with plenty, but no one had compared to your fiancé, at least until Eddie. He replaced his fingers with his thumb and continued to circle your clit, while his fingers moved down towards your center.

You moaned when Eddie inserted two of his fingers. Once again he started soft, but the more you moaned and called out his name his pace quickened. A third finger was added and you were in Heaven at the feeling of his large fingers inside you.

“Fuck.” You moaned your heading moving towards his shoulder to lean on it.

“You like that, sweetheart? You like my fingers inside you?” You could only nod, you felt your orgasm quickly approaching from just the pace his fingers were going. Eddie could feel how close you were to cumming on his fingers. “I can’t wait to have you on my cock, you’re gonna be so fuckin’ tight.” He felt you clench around his fingers at the mention. “Gonna make you cum so hard, but first I gotta get this first orgasm from you baby.”

Those words did it, seconds after he had spoken you were a moaning mess as you came on his fingers. You close your eyes trying to come back from a mind blowing orgasm on just his fingers. When you finally did open your eyes again, you looked up at Eddie who was licking your release from his fingers.

“Mm, you taste good.” He said after removing his fingers from his mouth. Eddie closed whatever space was left between you two and placed his lips on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips but you weren’t complaining. The two of you broke apart when the car finally came to a stop. “Time to take it inside, sweetheart.”

“Good.” You replied. A smile graced your lips as you followed behind the rockstar not bothering to button your pants back up given that they’d be coming off shortly. You followed after Eddie quickly, when he made it to the front door he unlocked it quickly and pulled you inside with him. Once inside Eddie pushed you back up against the front door and smashed his lips to yours kissing you roughly.

Eddie pushed his tongue out past his lips and towards yours, when he met your lips you opened them but you weren’t going down easy. Both of you were fighting for dominance in the kiss. But Eddie eventually overpowered you, he moved his hands down your body, his hand slipping underneath your shirt. Then he pinched your skin causing you to gasp and allowing him to win the battle.

The rockstar moved his hand from your shirt and moved it down to your thighs giving them a tap. You understood what he was doing and jumped up. Eddie caught you and turned around once your legs were wrapped around his waist. He moved quickly across the floor and up the steps heading to his bedroom. When you two made it to his bedroom he pushed through the door and kicked it closed.

Then he moved to his bed and threw you onto it, his touch leaving your body. A whimper left your mouth at the loss of his touch.

“Aw my poor baby, missin’ me already cupcake?” A new pet name but still having the same affect on you as the other ones did. Eddie smirks when he sees it pull a reaction from you. Before you could reply to the older man he was on his bed and hovering over you. He placed his lips back on you, pulling you into another searing kiss. Then he pulled away from your swollen lips and placed them on your neck.

Eddie sucked some of your skin into his mouth, then he released your skin with a pop. Eddie moved further down your chest kissing between your breast, the only skin really showing from your shirt other than your neck. He wrapped his tattooed fingers around the waistband of your pants and underwear and pulled them down your legs as quickly as he could. You watched through hooded eyes as he threw them to the floor and moved towards your center. The metalhead let his tongue out, he started from the bottom licking a long strip to the top to meet your clit. A moan left your mouth.

He pulled back, a smirk on his face as he looked up at you. “I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart. I think I could stay down here forever.” He said, brown eyes still on you. Seconds later you watched him lower his head down between your legs. His lips found home on your clit, he started sucking on it while two of his fingers played with your hole. You moaned again when he slipped in one of his fingers, then added another one.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, throwing your head back into Eddie’s pillow. He smiled and continued to suck your clit. Eddie pulled back, pushing his tongue out and flicking your clit. You felt his fingers curl inside you as he moved them at a faster pace. You could hear the squelching sound as his fingers pushed in and out of you. Eventually he added a third finger inside you, a whimper escaped your lips as he stretched it but felt amazing.

You were close to your second orgasm of the night and Eddie hadn’t even gotten his cock inside you yet. “That’s it, cum on my fingers.” You moaned again, feeling your orgasm hit you again. Eddie pulled back from your clit and slowly removed his fingers from your cunt. Eddie leaned up on his knees, while you watched him lick your slick off them. When you finally managed to come back down from your high you smirked at the man who kneeled in front of you.

“My turn.” You whispered. He watched as you crawled towards him, gripped his shoulders and pushed him back onto his bed. Your hands found their way to his pants and he unbuckled the buckle and button. Your fingers wrapped onto his pants and boxers and you quickly pulled them off throwing them somewhere in the room. You looked back at Eddie’s cock, your mouth falling open. You moved your hand forward wrapping it around his length. He gasped at your soft touch. You placed your fingers at the top of his head and smeared the beads of precum around his cock. Slowly you moved your hand up and down his length, leaning forward you pushed your tongue out and licked a long strip from the base of his cock to the top of his head.

Eddie moaned, staring at you with hooded eyes. “Jesus Christ, baby.” You smiled at the older man, you placed your lips around the head of his cock and lowered down onto him. Eddie’s hands moved to your hair grabbing onto it and moving it out of the way so he could watch you stuff your mouth full of his cock. Your nose touched the hair on his pelvis when you reached it. Eddie watched in amazement as you bobbed your head up and down his length. He was getting close but he didn’t want to cum down your throat not at first anyway. “Wait, wait.” Eddie called out.

“What?” You asked, when you pulled off his cock.

“I would love nothin’ more than to cum down your throat but I need to be inside you right now.” Eddie picked himself up from his bed and removed his shirt. You followed behind him pulling off your shirt and then unclipping your bra to discard them. Eddie flipped you around, a giggle leaving your mouth and something Eddie instantly knew he wanted to hear every day. He hovered over you.

His mouth moved down and took a nipple into your mouth he sucked on it, another moan escaping your mouth, this one different then the last one. Eddie grabbed a hold of his cock as he pulled back from your nipple. He spread the tip of his head through your folds, getting your slick on the tip of his head. Eddie lowered his cock down to your hole and looked up at you. You saw the look on his face and even though he had once been a fuck boy he seemed to had turned into a gentle man.

“Are you?” Eddie went to ask but you were quick to cut him off.

“I'm on birth control and I promise I’m clean.” You answered. He gave a nod of his head.

“I am too, in case you wanted to know. I just want to make sure you feel safe.”

“Eddie.” You breathed out, cupping his face with your hands. He stared into your eyes, it was clear to you that you might have been the first person he’s been with since his wife. “I feel so safe with you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want any of that.” Before Eddie had a chance to reply to you, you lifted your head up from the pillow and kissed him. He kissed you back of course, his lips soft on yours. When you pulled back you stared into his brown eyes. “Now, fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Beg me again, princess.” You could tell this was turning him on.

“Fuck. Me. Please.” The words came out quickly but sharp.

The two of you moaned when you felt Eddie slip his length inside you. “You feel so good, sweetheart.” Eddie lowered his head down in between your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Eddie gives you a few seconds to adjust to the size of his cock. Your walls are warm and wet and continue to suck him in. When you finally send a nod to Eddie he pulls his body back and slams back into you. Eddie stretches you out, as he continues to pull out and slam back into you. “Your pussy was made for me.”

You moaned loudly, “fuck, Eddie.” He smiles at you as he picks up his pace slamming his hips into yours. The sound of moans and skin slapping on skin is the only thing that can be heard in the room. “Feels so good.” You babbled, getting lost in feeling him inside you. Eddie looked down where the two of you were connected and watched as your pussy sucked him back in again and again every time he pulled back.

“Gettin’ close, sweets?” Eddie asked eyes back on you. You nodded your head, too blissed out to use words. “Aw, look at that, got you all cockdrunk don’t I?” You gave Eddie another nod, just as another moan escaped your lips. He smirked and placed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately. You kissed Eddie back, the metalhead could feel you gripping his cock. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out. Eddie moved his thumb down in between the two of you. It fell on your clit and started rubbing it at a fast pace. “M’ gonna cum.” You cried out.

You released a high pitched moan as you came on Eddie’s cock. You gripped him tightly, Eddie gripped his hand on your hip as his thrusts became sloppy. You were seeing stars like he had promised, and with you having hit your release he fell right behind you. His cum squirted inside you, filling you up. Eddie collapsed on top of you. Gently he removed his cock from inside you, you whimpered when he pulled out leaving you empty.

Eddie watched as his cum fell down onto his bed. He stood up and walked into the bathroom grabbing a cloth and a glass of water. He walked back into the room and set the glass down on the table. You watched with hooded eyes as he cleaned in between you. He threw the cloth near the closet and grabbed the water, handing it over to you. You thanked him and took a gulp of it. When you were finished you placed it down on the dresser and stood up walking over to the bathroom.

Eddie moved around his room grabbing some clothes for you to wear. He wasn’t about to kick you out, though you were certain he was going to because he had done it with people he slept with in the past so you assumed you were no different. When you came back out you looked around for your clothes.

“I guess I should probably get going.” You looked at Eddie, he was standing over by the window with a cigarette hanging on his lips.

“Why are you trying to leave?” Eddie asked, he put the cigarette out and walked over to you, pulling your naked body into him. This didn’t make sense to you in the least.

“I just thought that you’d, you know, want me to leave.”

“Nonsense, sweetheart. I have some clothes you can wear, you’re gonna stay here tonight in my room. If you wanna leave in the morning then you can.”

“Okay.” You smiled at Eddie, watching him smile back at you, the crickles around his eyes getting bigger. Eddie pulled away from you and grabbed a shirt and a pair of his boxers. You slipped into them and climbed into the bed with Eddie following behind you. Once the two of you were under the covers you found yourself being wrapped up in his arms, something you hadn’t truly experienced since your fiance had passed away. “I had a fiance.” You said, you weren’t sure why you were telling Eddie but you wanted him to know.

“Had?” He questioned. The older man watched you turn in his arms to look up at him.

“He passed away 9 years ago today.” You paused thinking of the next words carefully. You didn’t want to scare him off with the next bit of information but for some reason you felt that Eddie wasn’t going to go anywhere. “Before you walked up to me backstage I had asked him to send someone my way, who he thought would be good for me. I’m not saying this to scare you, I'm saying this to thank you, even if you don’t want anything after this night, thank you for allowing me to have something truly good.”

Eddie didn’t say anything, he just stared down at you. His old self would’ve been terrified for something like this. But now, he could see forever with you and he wasn’t quite ready to let that go. His grip on you tightened and he pulled you into his tattooed chest.

“I don’t want to let this go, whatever it is.” You smiled softly, nuzzling your face further into his chest. Eventually the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Hey :) can i request a drabble with Daryl and the song "Moodswings" by 5sos: "I think I need you more than you need me" ... thank uuuu :)

a/n: I love this song! 🥰 Thanks for requesting, kind nonny! 😄 I hope you like what I wrote! ☺️

Warnings: bit angst, grief, mentions of death, fluff

Set in Season 9!

Word Count: 1042

Tagging: @km-ffluv @stitchintimefan @sweetpeapod @loz-3 @peaches1958 @fictive-sl0th @lou12346789 @bookofsecretjourneys

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Based on this song:

Demons

You took the two plates, filled with the piping hot soy bean stew from the small, makeshift counter of the food distribution in Hilltop in your hands and gave thanks, before you made your way across the small path, leading towards the trailer you shared with Maggie, Rosita, Sasha and Daryl. It was a very chilly evening, so the hot plates in your hands warmed your skin up.

Arrived at the trailer, you opened the door with your elbow and stepped inside. "I got some more food." You announced with a soft smile, before placing the plates on the small table, at which Maggie and Rosita already sat. "Where's Sasha?" "Finished eating already. She went to lay down." Rosita answered, taking another spoonful of the stew. "Oh okay..." You shoved one plate in front of Maggie, who stared aimlessly at the wall across. Your heart ached so much for your friend. Losing Glenn on such an excruciating way was horrible. "Maggie, hey..." You addressed your friend softly. "Eat something." She shook her head. "Not hungry, thanks." "I know, but please... You've got to eat something... It's important for you - and the baby..." Her gaze lifted, glassy eyes meeting yours. You tried to give her a reassuring smile, placed your hand on her arm, giving it a squeeze. In the end, she nodded, taking the spoon in her hand. Then you looked around the trailer, noticing that somebody else was missing... "Where is Daryl?" Rosita shrugged her shoulders. "I saw him leaving the trailer earlier, but I don't know where he went." "Oh, um, okay... I, uh, will go, look for him. He needs to e-" "Glenn's grave." Threw Maggie suddenly in. "He's at Glenn's grave. I saw him there." You swallowed hard. "Glenn's grave?" "Yeah." "Okay. I'll look for him. Thanks, Maggie."

You took the plate with the stew back in your hands and left the trailer again, in order to find your boyfriend. You made your way over to the two graves, put there for Glenn and Abraham. Maggie was right. Daryl sat on a stone beside the graves, chewing on his bottom lip and fumbling with his fingers nervously. The sinking sun casted a soft orange light on him; the cold evening breeze rustling his long hair. You could tell just by the look on his face and gestures, that he was deep in thoughts. So, you approached him slowly, in order not to startle him - what didn't really work out well in the end....

"Hey," you whispered, placing your free hand on his shoulder. Although, you were slow and gentle, you felt his body jolt underneath your palm anyway. "Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." You apologised immediately and sat down beside him. "'S okay." "Here, I've got something to eat for you." Daryl shook his head, shoved the plate towards you. "'M not hungry. You eat it. Need it more than I do." He stared back into distance, leaving you frowning. Yes, something was definitely wrong - and you had a guess... He had been this way since he returned from the Sanctuary. He was even quieter than usual. Yes, he almost seemed... absent-minded from time to time.

You placed the plate on the grassy ground and took his hand instead. "What's wrong? Is it about... Negan? What he did to you?" Daryl didn't answer for a moment, just fiddled with his hands again, before he nodded meekly. "You want to talk about? You don't have to, of course." Daryl shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno... 'S not jus' that..." You just gave him a compassionate look, leaving him the option to talk further about what was occupying his mind - or not. Daryl swallowed hard, visibly fighting the tears. "It's my fault." You knew instantly what he was talking about... The line-up. Negan. Glenn's death. "No, it's not your fault." He nodded, sobbing. "It is." You started to shake your head, brushing a few strands of his wild curls out of his face. "It's not. This isn't on you, Daryl. I know, this may sound cruel, but... He would've killed Glenn anyway. And if not Glenn, then anyone else." Daryl looked up to face you, teary blue-grey eyes meeting yours. "Wha' makes you so certain of that?" You swallowed hard. "Do you really think Negan was going to stay true to his word and kill just one of us, after everything we've done to him? To his men?" You shook your head once again. "He's a cruel man. Unforgiving. He wouldn't have left it by just one. I know it." Daryl looked away again, facing the ground and taking a deep breath. "Shoulda been me instead, not Glenn." An audible gasp left your lips at his words. "What? Daryl, stop saying such things... He did enough to you. Tortured you. Physically. Mentally." "But it's true, innit? Glenn was 'bout to become a father, Y/N... And I-" He stopped abruptly in his sentence. "And you what?" You asked with a shaky voice. Of course, your heart ached and bled for Maggie. Glenn was one of your dearest friends, family. You missed him more than anything, but... You couldn't have lived longer on this god forsaken, rotten world, if Negan would've chosen Daryl instead. It would've ripped you apart.

Daryl leaned over, rested his forehead against yours. "Yer strong. Ya can live and survive without me." You scoffed, lifting your hands again to cup his cheeks. "No, absolutely not – and we both know that. I think I need you more than you need me. You can easily survive without me, but I? No… My heart couldn't live without you, Daryl. It would die and decay... You are the survivor. I'm just lucky I've got you – and the others." Now he was the one who scoffed, but he also couldn't suppress the small smile on his lips at your loving words. "How do you do that, woman?" "Do what?" You asked, giggling softly. "Make me smile, even if I ain't got a reason ta smile." You giggled again, pecking his lips. "Love, Daryl, love." The archer smiled even wider and leaned in to kiss you properly. "Negan is going to pay for everything he did. I promise."

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #the walking dead daryl #daryl x you #daryl imagines #daryl dixon drabbles #the walking dead fanfic

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RP Partner

Hey guys! I’m looking for some long term RP partners. Preferably 5sos, 1D, Harry Potter, ocxoc, or fxf.

I’m looking for someone who does longer replies, details and is willing to put in the effort. I always do doubles (or 1x1) and will give your story just as much attention as I do mine. I want someone who is versatile, and just can give good details.

I’m pretty literate and I write a lot so I’m going to be doing paragraphs for replies normally, I usually try to do 1-2. Sometimes they are shorter but mostly they end up being way longer.

I’m in the central time zone, I always use third or first person (I’m fine either way). I have been role playing for about 10 years now and I think I’ve gotten good. I am on most of the day/evening unless work just kicks my ass but I will let you know if that happens!

I will do m/f, f/f. I don’t mind, I’m open to either. Also I will do fandoms or oc. I’m open to either of these as well. I do have oc’s written so I’m always prepared!

For plots; I’m not picky! I’m open to any idea you may have and we can discuss those once we start talking.

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psychelis-new · 1 year

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pick a pile: "Your best upcoming NYE"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read a brief description of what you can expect when you will be celebrating one of your best New Years Eve (where, with who, how...) all the funniest and coolest (even maybe spiciest) details about it. I'll basically try to channel the NYE among the many you'll have with most details and new good stuff going on for you.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

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I think your best NYE may happen when you're with someone else. I don't see too many people so it could be either a party with a few friends/colleagues or simply one special friend/lover. I see much more the latter though, a romantic last sunset of the year watched near the see, drinking together (take as resonates, it can even be orange juice btw). If it's a party, you may feel the need to get away with someone else (or this person will reach for you, like on a balcony or somewhere outside). Feels cozy and warm. Kinda emotional, in the sense that you may be talking together while there are fireworks and people celebrating, and just enjoying the time together (isolated from the others, or in your own bubble nonetheless), just enjoying being side by side. You may have met not too long before or even on spot by chance, and decided to spend the last hours of the last day of the year together, or you may remember that (maybe you met in the same place not too long before). Maybe you (or them) are a little closed off (or where, before meeting them; maybe cause of a past love experience) but this person simply find it interesting of you, it "adds to your personality". And it won't last too long anyway, I also see a kiss between you two (if it's a romantic connection ofc). For some this person may try to steal a kiss with the excuse that it's be cool to end and start a new year like that.

extras: letter M; number 3; a pier; color blue, orange, black and red; this person may be good with words/communicating/have a very interesting mind. They may be the one approaching you or proposing you to spend that time together; it could be a soulmate connection; you may have a choice (maybe you are invited somewhere else, maybe even by another possible lover, but opt to go with this person).

songs: chances | backstreet boys; teeth | 5sos

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It may be very sudden, like a last minute trip or invitation. It could be a celebration like in Times Square New York or anywhere else obv. May be some friends inviting you, or you may even have to go there cause it's your job calling! Maybe you're abroad for work and will celebrate with some colleagues there or you'll literally have to go there for work. I think it's gonna be somewhere cold though (it may even snow). You'll have a lot of fun and will be surrounded bby loving people, no matter who they are in your regards: you're deeply connected with them. You may meet someone there as well, and they'll join your group too. This person may also be someone important for you that reached you to celebrate together (or, for a few, they may have organized the surprise trip for you two. Could even be that they are the one moving to meet you on NYE). There will be some important communication on this day, it may even be that you are pregnant (ofc take as resonate) or that you'll move together (even in another country...). You may be crying of joy. Lot of emotions. You may have been trying to manifest this happening to your for a long time and it'll feel like you are reaping all you sow in your past, not just in your love life but also in your career. Unbelievable day indeed, so happy for you!

extras: "smoking hot" (someone may be literally sm*king though); "I love you"; spinner (spinning top, "you make my head spin"); for those that will be in a relationship (or even singles tbh), their special person will propose (or just tell how they feel about you).

songs: let me hold you | bow wow, omarion; mountain | jonathan jeremiah

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I am not able to get too much for you, it'll probably be a surprise. I think it's gonna be a cozy/calm celebration, possibly with your family or very close ones (for some I feel older female person being important here). It could have been a tough year and the mere fact that you're able to close doors and waiting for a new sun to shine on you is already enough. I think on that year you may have grown a lot, changed perspective, and become wiser. You'll be asked to make a step further, to keep your emotions in balance and stand strong for a little more. Deep inside you'll know you'll be fine no matter what. I think the reason this is your best NYE is because you finally have disconnected yourself from some past habits, you're yourself for the first time, you are in your power, and that's pretty important for you. From there on, it'll only get better. You'll have more NYE with friends, and even with your future (or current) lover, NYE that will be all amazing in their own way, but this one signals a specific passage that is going to be fundamental to you. You know you won't have to worry anymore, for useless stuff. You know what's important, and you'll always know it. You may be missing your old days (or the older female figure I get), it feels nostalgic despite the feeling of eagerness and hope about the new year approaching.

extras: letters X,V,T; chameleon; hands; grandmother; change; going back (to a past/childhood place or mentally, through memories/feelings); feeling tired but content (you may be taking a break on that day).

songs: big eyes | lana del rey; superstition | jon bryant

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I think you're the pile with the spiciest message/energy. Idk if I can keep it clean so... I will just mention a few "clean" messages and then see where it goes. The energy doesn't lie, you'll spend your NYE passionately and intimately with a special someone. There's gonna be only the two of you. You may have been spending a few days together "not leaving the room", and for sure you won't leave on December 31st. Not sure if you two have just met or are in a relationship (and may leave far from each other). It could be anything. It's gonna be amazing though, for the both of you. Even healing, to a certain level (especially if you have any issue relating that area/intimacy of any type, emotional as well: you'll work everything out with their help and talk with them). Mirror energy/soul connection on the cards. They may be the one proposing you this, maybe you two don't like celebrating NYE or will just feel like spending your time differently than usual.

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It's gonna be explosive, like fireworks before fireworks and during fireworks. It could either be a hook up or fwb or someone you're in a relationship with. You will be working on knowing each other more intimately, and deepening the bond among you two. Even the hook up may be turning into something else.

extras: reverse cowboy; pregnancy (take precautions); explosions (a.k.a. big Os); role playing (someone pretending to "buying" the other or paying the other)

songs: f*ck the pain away | peaches; never leave you | lumidee

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lover-of-mine · 5 months

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✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

I was tagged by @wikiangela thank you ❤️

Words and Fics

110,652 words published to ao3 (I think it's less than that, I think the stats page counts the full length of this one fic but i only published 2 chapters of it this year so i think we can cut like, 55k of that total lol)

2 fandoms (911 and 5sos)

Most recent drop: all i ever wanted comes right down to you (911, 3k, G)

Longest fic: we just danced backwards into each other (5sos, 73k (and going), M)

Top Fics by Kudos

i won't let nobody hurt you (3k, G, focuses on Buck and Chris)

all i ever wanted comes right down to you (3k, G, No actually unrequited love)

what if one of these days i go and change your name (2.7k, G, Eddie really wants to marry Buck)

for everything we are (everything we’ve been) (9.5k, T, the lets talk about all the trauma fic)

in case you don't live forever (8.5k, T, Buck and Eddie get trapped in a collapsed building)

My fandom fic events in 2023

Didn't participate in any.

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

I have a few ideas, I have the new fic I've been posting about that I'm hoping to post in the next few weeks, I'm hoping to have the Buck breakdown fic, the elevator fic, and the divorced era done before season 7 starts (the focus out of the 3 is the breakdown fic tho), i am hoping the inspiration for the wayf fic comes back to me at some point. Also, I really wanna finish the missing scene fics that work as companions to the trauma fic, I had more ideas as I was writing the eddie begins one, so that one might end up being two fics, one from eddies pov and from bucks, and i have a few others pingponging around my head. I also have a fic that's based on my buck will drown speculation for season 7 getting more and more concrete in my head, so maybe I'll write that too. And I think that's all I'm working on right now. But honestly, every fic I try to plan ends up being way too hard, so I just go where the voices take me opskasokasoaks

No pressure tagging 🩷: @eddiebabygirldiaz @try-set-me-on-fire @honestlyeddie @sherlockcrossing @steadfastsaturnsrings @watchyourbuck @housewifebuck @daffi-990 @wildlife4life @giddyupbuck @captain-hen @vampbuckley @buckleyseddie

#tag game #this year was fun for my writing #yeah

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buck2eddie · 1 year

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buddie x complete mess by 5sos (eddie's version)

#me and april talking about the buddie core of every 5sos song so i got the brainrot working really hard right now #so just made something really quick :)#i still think it's crazy they put buck in a maroon shirt in both of those scenes :)))#one thing we can always count on is buck to breakdown once eddie's life are in danger. don't take his boy away #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #911edit #911 edit #buddieedit #buddie edit #lyrics #m*edits #the 5sos/911 agenda continues!

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bandtra5h · 17 days

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I Fell In Love With a Boy at the Rock Show

Rating: M (for language)

Pairing: Calum/Michael, minor Michael/OC

Summary: Michael came to Calum with a request, a huge best friend favor: “Calum I need you drive me to Las Vegas!”

Michael impulsively buys tickets to an emo festival in Las Vegas to meet up with a girl he's been talking to on Discord, but has no idea how he's gonna get there. Luckily, Calum has a car...

Written for @5sos-fic-fest based on the prompt: friends to lovers but make it a road trip!

Read on Ao3

#5sosficfest2024 #5 seconds of summer fics #5sos fanfics #malum

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bratzforchris · 7 months

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hi!!! i’m a newer follower and have been reading your work for a while before following, and i was wondering if i could request a fem!reader and dom!luke smut where luke and the reader is part of the band, and like and reader are in an interview talking about meanings behind songs, and he admits he wrote valentine and no shame about reader, knowing that reader had a massive crush on him and then they eventually yk 😋

Confessions

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Luke x feminine and lead singer!reader

Warnings: sexual content, some language/blasphemy (oh god, etc.), p in v, hair pulling, genital worship, small hints at a sir and size difference kink, oral (m receiving), fluffy ending

Word Count: 3695

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! This was so sweet and fun to write. I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things after traveling for my 5sos shows and getting settled at college, so thanks for your patience<3

Please do not read if you are under 18

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“Please welcome…5 Seconds of Summer!” Ryan Seacrest cheered as he welcomed you and the boys to the stage.

You and the guys walked out, waving to the fans who had made the journey to come to the On Air studio. With it being CALM release week, this was the fourth radio show today, but you didn’t mind. You loved it.

“Take a seat, guys. How are you?” Ryan asked, sitting down in his host chair.

“We’re good!” You smiled, sitting in between Luke and Michael.

At the very start of your career, you and the boys had decided that you would be the sort of “spokesperson” for the band. As the female lead singer, the boys wanted your fans to have someone to look up to. You always tried to do that, not only for the fans, but for yourself.

“So, let’s talk CALM,” Ryan smiled. “What do you think, Michael?”

“I think CALM is our best album yet, honestly. We did a lot of exploring in not only our music but in us as well, y’know?” Michael said, talking animatedly.

You and Luke looked at each other and shared a smile, looking into each other’s eyes. The making of CALM had been a new time for you both. Luke had begun to explore his femininity more and you had encouraged him the whole time. Being the only girl in the whole band, you were the one he came to when he had started wanting to wear makeup. You were both so caught up in looking at each other that you didn’t even notice Ryan asking a question.

“Luke?” Ryan asked. “Luke, you with us?”

Luke snapped out of his trance, looking away from you and towards Ryan. “Sorry.” he said sheepishly, flashing that million-dollar-smile that made the girls in the audience scream.

“Now that you’re paying attention,” he chuckled. “Which song on CALM has the most personal meaning to you?”

Luke pretended to mull it over in his mind, but he knew what the answer was. It was the one song he had written solely alone. He usually ran songs by you guys before they were finished, but this one felt more personal. Mostly because he hadn’t felt like being asked what the song was about during the writing process.

“Probably No Shame.” he smiled softly.

“That’s an interesting choice, y’know. Because it’s not one of the deeper songs. It’s fun, it’s upbeat, it’s loud. Can you explain that choice to us more?” Ryan waved his hand across the crowd, looking at Luke.

Luke blushed, his cheeks tulip-pink. He had only told one person the real meaning of No Shame, and it was Ashton. He hadn’t planned on saying it on national television, but it was now or never.

“Can I admit something?” the blond asked.

“Absolutely, let’s hear it.” Ryan grinned, eager for any pieces of juicy gossip on his show.

You, Calum, and Michael looked at Luke, cocking your head. Your answers for live-viewing shows were usually pre-planned so it was incredibly odd that Luke was going off-script. He wasn’t usually one to do that.

“I wrote No Shame about Y/N…” Luke blushed, giggling and covering his hands with his face.

The crowd went wild. You looked over at Luke who had hunched over, covering his face with his hands. Despite your shock, you couldn’t help the blush that crept onto your cheeks as well. You smiled over at Luke, placing your hand on his knee as the other boys exploded into fits of giggles.

“God, I can’t believe I just said that on national TV.” Luke mumbled.

You giggled yourself, looking up at Luke with happy eyes. You’d had a crush on the beautiful blond for quite some time now, but hadn’t acted on it. In your mind, Luke was way out of your league. Even though you were both lead singers, there was just something about Luke that made him a star. Looking up at him made something shift in you, though. If he could admit such big things about you on national TV, then you could do the same to him.

You tilted your chin up and pecked Luke’s freckled cheek, giggling softly. “I like you too, Luke.”

“Well, if that isn’t a moment that will go down in On Air history!” Ryan cheered, looking out at the audience and encouraging them to up the cheering.

You and Luke were both red in the face as the crowd cheered and your other bandmates egged you on with dumb jokes. It had been a leap of faith, but seeing everyone’s positive reactions so far made the both of you confident in your decision.

The show eventually came to an end, with the last segment being an unscripted part where the band read the latest tweets about you and Luke. Most of them used the term “OTP” and had a plethora of heart emojis, but you and Luke couldn’t care less.

“That was amazing, guys!” Your manager smiled once the cameras were cut and you were walking backstage. “Great way to boost the ratings for them and us.”

“Oh…that…wasn’t for publicity,” Luke mumbled sheepishly. “It’s the truth.”

You smirked, grabbing your songwriting journal from off of a coffee table and throwing it into your tote bag. “Same here.”

“Ugh, lovebirds.” Calum rolled his eyes jokingly as he brushed past you, heading to the bus.

Eventually, you and Luke followed the rest of the crew out to the bus, trailing slightly behind everyone else. It was a warm, March day; the perfect type of weather for crush confessions, in your opinion.

“So, um, sorry if that was awkward.” Luke rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

“I’ve liked you for a while too,” You giggled. “Valentine is actually about you.” You said, looking down at your Doc Martens.

“Really?” Luke asked, finally making eye contact with you.

“Mhm.” You whispered softly, tucking a strand of your dyed-purple-hair behind your ear and smiling up at him.

Luke giggled and your heart swelled. You had always thought his laugh was the cutest sound ever, but thought that if you told him that, he would think you were flirting with him. Now seemed like the perfect time to say it, though. Couldn’t get anymore ballsy than you’d already been today.

“I’ve always loved your laugh. It’s so pretty.” You told him honestly.

The blond blushed, before picking you up and spinning you around. “I know it’s early for this, but do ya know what I love?”

“What?”

“You.” he said, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You grabbed the back of Luke’s head and neck softly, entangling your fingers in his blond curls before kissing him back just as deeply. It wasn’t a “sexy” kiss per say, it was more of a kiss with longing. You and Luke had both wanted each other for so long, but had been too scared to act on it, and now you were finally doing so. As you pulled back from each other and giggled, Luke carried you up the bus steps and inside, still holding you with your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands under your bum.

You heard the low chuckles as Luke carried you past where they were sitting in the living area, but right now, you didn’t care. All you cared about was Luke’s body on yours after wanting him for so painfully long. The blond carefully laid you down in his bunk, pulling off your shoes before doing the same for himself and climbing inside. He let out a shy giggle, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted to tell you that for a really long time.” Luke admitted.

You sat up and pecked Luke’s lips again. “I feel the same way, Lu. But I do have a question.”

“Mhm.” he mumbled, rather lost in thought as he looked at you.

“Did you really write ‘I love the way you’re screaming my name’ about me?”

Luke chuckled. “I did,” he said with no embarrassment, craning his head to softly suckle on your neck where the neckline of floral, scoop-neck dress dipped. “Is this okay?”

You moaned lowly, moving to sit yourself in his lap. “Please. Keep doing that.”

The blond did as told, slowly making his way from behind your ear to your collarbone, leaving gentle hickeys everywhere. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” he mumbled.

You blushed at Luke’s words, slowly adjusting yourself in his lap. You didn’t even put that much friction in when you tried to move, but you felt his dick becoming hard as it brushed against your thigh. Luke paused, pulling back from your body and gripping your hips.

“What do you think you’re doing, missy?” he chuckled out, fully aware of the tent growing in his pants.

“Sorry.” You giggled, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

Luke smirked, laying you back against the bunk. He slowly moved the neckline of your dress, beginning to leave more hickeys just above your boobs. He had carefully angled himself just so, so that his erect dick was brushing against your crotch. You let out a strangled moan, tangling your fingers in his blond curls and pulling softly, yanking his face ever closer to your own.

“Are you leaving heart shaped hickeys on me?” You huffed out, your cheeks blushed.

“How did you know?” he giggled so softly.

Your heart practically melted with love for the blond boy. He was so perfect in every single way already. “Just a hunch.” You said sweetly, grinding your body up to meet his.

“We can hear you in there, y’know,” Ashton laughed out. “Get a room.”

Luke abruptly pulled back from you, cheeks burning. “Sorry, Ash!”

You smiled, straightening your dress and Luke’s collar and pants. “Good thing tonight’s a hotel night, huh?” You winked and pushed yourself out of the bed, going into the living area.

Luke intended to follow you, but for right now, he was content to lay back against his pillows, palming himself slowly and thinking about how today had been.

Luke had had a crush on you since you were both fifteen, at the very start of the band. You were beautiful, with long pink and a smile that shone like he was getting into heaven. It was innocent at first, just him wanting to hang out with you and maybe give you a little kiss, but as time progressed, he wanted you. He wanted to know every inch of your body and how it would feel, sweaty and grinding against his. He’d been able to keep the crush at bay for several years, but as you grew and matured into a beautiful young woman, the blond couldn’t help but to admire you once again.

You’d felt the exact same way. You loved Luke with such a passion it almost hurt sometimes. He was kind and caring and handsome, and if you were being completely honest, sexy. To know that he finally felt the same way about you was like getting closure after all these years.

The blond sat up, dragging himself out of bed and heading to the tiny bus bathroom for a cold shower. He didn’t need the guys, and especially not you, to hear him jacking off after he’d just made out with you. Fifteen minutes and some very cold water later, Luke’s “issue” was fixed and he wandered into the living area where the rest of you were.

You and Michael were sitting on the couch, looking over some lyrics and humming melodies while Calum watched something on the television and Ashton scrolled through Twitter. Luke watched eagerly, wondering what you were writing now.

“Oh, hey!” You smiled when Luke sat down next to you with a sandwich. “Mike and I were just working on some lyrics and stuff.”

“And no. They aren’t about you and your horny ass,” Michael joked. “Oh fuck fuck fuck. Right there, Y/N. Feels so good!” he said in a high-pitched, low quality rendition of Luke.

“Fuck off.” Luke mumbled, throwing a pillow at Michael as your cheeks burned.

Michael laughed, turning to Calum. “Remind me not to get a room next to these two tonight.”

Calum completely ignored him, fixated on the true crime show that was playing. “Mhm.”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Sure. Luke and Y/N are horny.” Calum shrugged, turning back to the TV.

You and Luke looked at each other before bursting out into a fit of giggles. You both knew it was true, but hearing your bandmates say it so bluntly really put into perspective what you and Luke had done on national television.

The rest of the afternoon passed slowly, with a mix of movies and trading lyrics and song ideas with the band. You had taken a soft nap against the window of the living room, listening to the rain beat against the side of the bus as it drove through various cityscapes to your next destination. You were still rather groggy as the band unloaded off the bus in Seattle, walking into the hotel sleepily.

“Alright, room assignments. Michael, room 1197. Calum, room 1194. Ashton, room 1199. Luke and Y/N, room 1169. It’s the only one with a king-sized bed on the eleventh floor.” Your manager informed the group.

“Anyone else think it’s ironic that Luke and Y/N are in room sixty-nine?” Michael chuckled.

“Shut up, Mike,” You laughed, shoving his shoulder softly. “You’re just jealous you don’t get any.”

Michael’s face was absolutely appalled as you all stepped off the elevator and headed towards your separate rooms. Luke held your hand, humming softly as the rest of the guys went their way.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” he asked as you unlocked the room door.

“Says you.”

Luke blushed, holding the door open for you and pulling all your luggage inside. “I mean it. That’s what drew me to you. You love to banter, you’re funny, you’re kind, and you’re really fuckin’ hot.” he smirked.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, sitting on the bed as you slipped off your cardigan, your shoes, and your socks and let your hair down. “If that’s the case, why don’t you show me a little acoustic version of No Shame, yeah? After all, it’s for me.” You flashed Luke a million-dollar smile, nodding towards his guitar.

The blond absolutely couldn’t say no to you, so he quickly retrieved his acoustic, sitting next to you. “I wrote this one for a very special girl.” he chuckled.

You nodded and listened as Luke began to play, but as soon as he reached the end of the chorus you stopped him. “I think you really need experience to relate to this song, y’know?”

“How do you suggest I do that?” Luke asked, raising a cocky brow and resting his arm on his guitar.

“You tell me.” You grinned, running your pointer finger along his chin.

Luke quickly got up, placing the guitar back into its case before laying down on the bed and pulling you into him. “You, my love, are a musical genius.” he giggled, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I dunno. You just wrote that masterpiece.”

He began to trail kisses all over your face, neck, and chest, running his hands along your back until he finally came to the zipper of your dress. “May I?”

You nodded frantically, strands of your lavender hair falling in your face. “Please.”

Luke did as you told him to, running his hands along your bare back and the clasp of your bra, moving to passionately make out with you. His lips moved in sync with yours, your tongues whispering soft hellos instead of fighting for dominance. The blond only pulled back from you as his fingers traced over the hooks on your back. “Is it okay if I do this?”

“Thank you for asking,” You blushed. “Yes, please do it.”

The way Luke was asking for consent about everything made you sure you had made the right choice. He slowly pulled your bra and dress back from your chest, and you swore you saw his jaw drop.

“You are so damn beautiful.” he whispered, rolling over so that you were now on the bottom.

“Touch me. God, Luke. Please.”

“Oh, so you’re impatient too,” he laughed. “Don’t be so greedy, princess.”

You watched as Luke sat up, straddling you, and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. You had seen Luke shirtless many times before, but this was different. You longed to have his body pressed against yours. As if he could read your mind, Luke slowly slid your dress off your hips and threw it next to your shirt, leaving you in just your lacy, pink panties.

“Goddamn.” he huffed out, eyes wide with hunger for the feast in front of him.

He pressed his body against yours, making sure you could feel his growing tent against your already-sensitive clit. He began to trail more hickeys along the ones he had left earlier, marking sure you were thoroughly marked up. You ran your nails along Luke’s back, moaning at the new and wonderful sensation.

“Lu, Luke,” You whimpered. “Feels so good.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” he smirked, slowly sliding your panties off with his thumbs.

Luke slowly crouched and began to kiss your inner thighs, before sitting up to undo his belt and remove his jeans. Both he and you couldn’t have been more eager. The second Luke’s boxers were off and his dick was standing tall, both of your hormones went wild. The blond had retrieved a condom from his back pocket and rolled it onto his erect dick, already panting heavily at how sensitive he was.

“Can you take it with no lube?” he nearly growled, trailing his finger along your wet folds.

You nodded, reaching up for him. “Want the pain,” You moaned out. “I just need you inside of me.” You almost wailed.

“Roll over.” Luke said, placing a kiss to the area just below your belly button.

You did as told and Luke placed a pillow under your hips, wanting to make sure he nearly overwhelmed you with sensations for your very first time with him. Without another warning, he slammed into you, and you gasped at the sensation of being overly full. You weren’t a virgin, by any means, but you’d never been with a man as big as Luke.

“Oh my god,” You panted. “So big.”

That absolutely stroked the blond’s ego, which led to him speeding up the pace. Luke railed into you at an almost alarming rate, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing through the small hotel room.

“God, you’re so tight for me.” he huffed, landing a smack to your plump ass.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. “Luke!”

“Awww, almost ready to cum, princess? Already? But I haven't even had my fun.” Luke pouted sarcastically.

“Just makin’ me feel so good.” You nearly cried out, a tear rolling down your cheek at the overstimulation.

“Good girl.” Luke’s husky voice filled the air as he continued to ride you, working the rhythm.

That nearly made you cum on the spot. You whimpered as Luke tugged on your hair, loving the sensation of pain coming from so many different areas.

“Need to cum.” You whined.

Luke landed another smack against you. “Am I making you feel good?”

You nodded eagerly. “Mhm.”

“Then go ahead, sweetheart.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately let go of that white-hot ball of sex that had been building in your tummy for the past while, eagerly crying out Luke’s name as your walls clenched around his dick.

“You are such a good girl.” he cooed, slowly pulling out and massaging your shoulders, leaving tiny kisses on them.

“Can I make you feel good? Please?” You asked, rolling over and looking up at him with big eyes. “It’s what you deserve, sir.”

There was no way Luke was able to say no to that. Especially not after those words just came from a pretty little fucked-out mouth with a face of running mascara that he had ruined. Luke laid on his back and you spread his legs, crouching in between them. You rolled the condom off of him, smiling up at him the whole time.

“It’s so big.” You smirked, palming his erection and running your thumb across his pretty pink tip.

“Maybe you’re just tiny,” Luke panted out. “I love it. You’re making me hard, Y/N.”

“Were you not already hard?” You asked with an innocent smirk.

Luke moaned, throwing his head back. “Suck.” he demanded.

“If you say so,” You giggled. “It tastes so good.” You mumbled around his dick as you slowly took him into your mouth.

“Oh god,” Luke gasped out. “Fuck fuck fuck, feels so good.”

By this point, you had taken nearly all of his eight inches into your mouth and were bobbing your head back and forth, stimulating his sensitive dick. The rest that wouldn’t fit received a nice handjob from you, with you pumping just right to match the rhythm that you were sucking him off.

“Gonna cum.” he almost cried out and it was probably the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

You nodded against him and Luke released, sending thick, white, ropes of cum shooting down your throat. You moaned as well, feeling the way he had absolutely coated your mouth.

“I love you.” he moaned as you moved to snuggle into his chest, both of you panting and trying to ride out your highs.

“I love you too, Lu.” You whispered.

Both of you were sweaty and naked, but this was the most comfortable you had ever felt around each other. To know you both felt the same way was the best feeling in the entire universe. You now knew Luke on a whole new level and he felt the same way about you.

“Thank you, On Air with Ryan Seacrest.” the blond chuckled quietly, holding you closer to his cheat.

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Smut (2) Masterlist

part one

Daisy (ao3) - boomerluke luke/ashton M, 121k

Summary: The last thing Luke expects when he wakes up hungover in the bed of his latest one-night stand is to come face to face with a freaking kid. But there she is all wild curls, thumb-sucking, and nonstop questions. Luke can't get out of there fast enough.

Ashton isn't the type to have one-night stands. He's a parent, after all. It was a mistake, and it won't happen again. At least that's what he tells himself when he comes back from his shower to find the naked college kid still in his bed, arguing with Daisy.

They couldn't be more opposites. At 25, Ashton has the responsibilities of two parents, raising his daughter and trying to pretend like he has everything figured out. At 21, Luke is a self-proclaimed Grindr god who doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. So why is the universe (with the help of Michael and Crystal) so hell-bent on seeing them together?

do it better (ao3) - lourrygum ot4 N/R, 8k

Summary: takes place during the time michael lost his passport and was stuck in the US while his band performed in the UK. He feels upset about it and stops answering their calls and may or may not unfollow them on twitter, leading to questions and anxiety.

or, ¾ of 5sos go to the US to see michael and end up fucking him senseless.

five stars every time that you come through (ao3) - tutorgirl luke/ashton E, 6k

Summary: date night is a tradition in their relationship that ashton takes very seriously.

for you are not beside but within me (ao3) - elysianhood luke/calum E, 11k

Summary: Calum pulled Luke up with his blonde locks by his right hand and wrapped his left tightly around his throat, restricting his airway, and leaned in close to the teary blue eyes, hissing threateningly, ‘You never – ever – speak to me like that ever again, you filthy slut. Ever. You don’t fucking tell me what to do. You’re just a fucktoy, remember? A dirty, fucking whore. That’s all you’ll ever be.’

or; Luke was a bad boy and Calum isn’t happy.

Grabby Hands (ao3) - antisocialhood calum/ashton, michael/luke/ashton N/R, 7k

Summary: Ashton likes wearing big sweaters, curling up with his daddy and sucking him off while they watch TV, and sometimes Calum likes to treat his princess to something special.

Green Light (ao3) - SpencerKnight OT4 E, 181k

Summary: Class is an age old concept--almost as old as the concept of human slavery, and in a world where buying humans is a standard behavior by those who can afford it, Luke's only hope as a member of the lower class is that he falls into the hands of a decent buyer--the hands of Ashton Irwin and his partners. Luke knows he has one chance to please his buyers or he risks getting put back on the market, but he's thrown for a loop when Ashton admits that Luke is the one that gets to call the shots. In an attempt to find security with the trio, Luke braces himself and gives them the green light to do whatever they want with him.

He had no idea they would refuse.

(This isn't a slavery au in the way that you think it is.)

Howdy, Partner - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 7k

Summary: When Ashton slipped on that tasseled jacket and those boots, he fucking knew what he was doing.

When he strolled into the party with a bright dimpled grin, put two long fingers on the brim of his hat and tipped it to Calum with a gruff, “Howdy, partner,” he’d known full fucking well what he was doing.

If Walls Could Talk (ao3) - boomerluke luke/ashton, ashton/ofc M, 43k

Summary: The last thing Ashton ever wanted to do was hurt Luke, but he couldn't help it. The singer was just so beautiful, so ethereal and otherworldly that it took his breath away most of the time. Everyone felt that way about their best friend though, right? It was normal. No use getting unnecessary feelings involved, it was better this way. Luke understood.

Luke wasn't sure when this thing between him and Ashton started, or how it started, but it didn't matter. He was in too deep to go back now. So Luke would let Ashton use him, hurt his feelings and crawl back with apologies. Because at the end of the day, even when Luke had to watch Ashton leave the bar with a new pretty blonde each night, he knew the drummer would eventually end up back in his bed. And Luke told himself he was okay with that.

I Only Wanna Talk (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum E, 16k

Summary: He thinks it should feel wrong, kissing Calum here in the dark, when the thousand dollars he paid to have this is sitting neatly in its envelope just feet away. But it doesn’t feel wrong, not at all. In fact, it feels unnatural not to be kissing Calum.

Or, more simply, Michael falls in love with a prostitute.

like a prayer (for which no words exist) (ao3) - satellitesunset (awkwardcaterpillar) ot4 E, 2k

Summary: It's overwhelming, being kissed, grazed, and revered in a manner not unlike worshipping like he's something divine and holy, someone worth praising and devoting to, he's both the saint and sinner, the painting and temple being venerated.

- or ashton-centric ot4 gang bang

Lipstick Stains (ao3) - gonefornow luke/calum T, 3k

Summary: Luke flirts with a fan. Calum uses unusual tactics to get his attention back.

Looking In Your Eyes And They’re Burning Fire (ao3) - fourdrunksluts luke/calum E, 8k

Summary: Luke doesn’t think he’s very good at sex, so Calum helps him practice, and maybe learns a few things along the way.

Midnight Memories (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/calum E, 3k

Summary: It was Calum’s birthday and Michael wanted to be the first one to wish him. He also decided to wish him in a different way. In a different way meant in a way that Calum would not expecting. To carry his plan out, he got a few stuffs of his own that he was impatient to try.

passionately curious (ao3) - cliffakitten luke/ashton E, 17k

Summary: 'Luke Hemmings'

At this, he nearly choked for the second time that morning, since he just happened to know someone with that name. That someone being, his next door neighbour, the very hot neighbour, who Ashton may or may not have a huge crush on.

Yeah, that Luke Hemmings. Who apparently orders sex toys online…who knew? Definitely not Ashton.

The best kind of trouble (ao3) - CliffordAffliction michael/luke E, 71k

Summary: After Michael is sent to a strict Preparatory school he meets the school troublemaker, Luke Hemmings, and his world begins to change

Tinder Boy (ao3) - boomercal luke/calum N/R, 10k

Summary: After a few fateful swipes Luke and Calum ended up hooking up from Tinder, then they went their separate ways… at least they tried to.

you drape your wrists over the steering wheel (ao3) - spaces luke/calum M, 2k

Summary: the one where calum and luke have sex. in a car.

You Gon' Have To Do It At My Tempo (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/everyone, michael/calum, michael/ashton, calum/ashton E, 4k

Summary: "Why don't you have another competition?" He suggests, his voice small and unsure.

The boys seem caught off guard by that, all glancing at each other in a silent conversation before Calum bites his lip and looks back at Luke. "Alright, what kind of competition did you want this time then?"

Luke's surprised that they're going with his idea, so he needs another second to think before he's got another decent idea that mostly benefits him and his neglected dick. "Why not like, a blowjob competition?" The boys look confused now, their heads tilted to the side like puppies, so Luke explains. "Like, you get a minute to blow me and whoever does the best gets to touch me first."

Or: The boys have a competition to see who gets to touch Luke first.

You Got My Permission To Do What You Like (ao3) - senioritastyles OT4 E, 3k

Summary: "Ashy, you haven't stopped working since we came home." Luke mutters from his place near Ashton's head, tugging gently on the oldest boy's curls. "You never spend any time with us anymore and you're running yourself into the ground here."

"Yeah, babe when was the last time you weren't alone down here working on a song?" Calum wonders, although his tone says he already knows the answer and that Ashton really isn't supposed to say anything.

Michael sighs loudly and stands up. "You're coming with us right now and we are going to force you to relax."

Or: The boys help Ashton relax.

Your Hips, My Hands, You Swing, and You Dance (ao3) - lashtonaf luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: Luke ends up meeting a pretty & giggly boy at the club, and they get acquainted quickly ;-)

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter ten

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 17, 2016 madrid, spain orion

Slightly hungover, I wake up to four missed calls from Calum, along with twenty-something text messages. It's been a while since they were in Europe. They went to the US for a month or so and then toured Australia and New Zealand. Now the that tour is over, none of 5SOS are really posting much, so I don’t even know where in the world he is these days.

We'd gone out last night — me, Paula, Ilse, Marta, and Lucia. We started at Space Monkey, taking advantage of Lucia's employee discount. We ended up at Capital, which is notably the fanciest place we could've gone. I wasn't allowed to wear my normal sneakers, which made me mad, especially for having to pay the 20€ cover fee to get in. I'm not that hungover. My head just hurts and my stomach needs food, and I'm definitely exhausted.

Calum and I have texted and Facetimed sparsely since they left Europe, but I've tried to keep it brief. I'm sure he's been seeing other girls since they’ve been on different continents, and I’ve been trying to make the most of my time in Madrid with my wonderful roommates who’ve turned into great friends. He doesn’t need to waste his time on me. I don’t expect anything out of him. We were just a temporary thing. I don’t know that we make sense beyond the time we’ve spent together, so I’ve been trying to keep my expectations low. He’s called me here and there, but again, I’ve tried to keep it brief. I’ve been trying to avoid getting too attached, and the more we talk, the more attached I’d get.

His onslaught of notifications totally catches me off guard. What does he want? Why would he text me that many times and call, all at once? Did he give me an STD? Jesus, how would I even get tested here? Just go to the hospital?

I nervously open my messages app to see what he’s sent.

From: calum 5sos

hi what are you doing today

your fav bassist may or may not be back in madrid

okay yeah he’s here

i’m in madrid and i want to see you

may or may not have been my first choice in post-tour destination

may or may not be because of you

wow i definitely don’t mean to be creepy

i’ve missed you

so much

just checked your insta story and assuming you’re hungover and/or asleep still

pls let me know when you’re up

also you looked so hot last night

wanna get avo toast and coffee and donuts?!

orion

fuck

i want to see you

i’m outside your place btw sorry to show up uninvited.

if you want me to leave please tell me

i know it’s been a bit but i’ve wanted to see you for so long

i’ll hang here til 2.

no worries if you’re asleep!!! get that beauty rest but you’re the prettiest ever regardless i promise

i just really missed you and am so excited to see you

hope you wake up soon so i can squeeze you

i want to spend every second with you so the weeks apart have been torture

can’t wait to see you. seriously.

pls wake up and let me in

While I guess I am excited to see him, I don’t know what he’s doing here. He came here first? He chose to see me over his family and friends? Madrid isn’t exactly close to LA or Australia. I think his sister lives in London, so maybe he’s on his way to her.

I don’t bother to check the voicemails — his texts have said more than enough.

To: calum 5sos

um hi just woke up

i’ll be down in a bit

I get out of bed and change my sleep shorts to jeans, throwing a hoodie on over my sports bra, and slipping my feet into my beloved white sneakers. I leave my room to head to the bathroom and find Paula and Lucia cuddled up on the couch, scrolling through their phones. It’s 11:30 now, and they’ve both showered it seems, since their hair is wet, so I’m guessing they’ve been up for a while.

“Buenos,” Paula greets me. She doesn’t look hungover at all, but I don’t think she actually drank that much last night.

“Hi,” I say back, debating talking to her or just getting to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face quickly. I decide to update her on the situation. “Um, Calum’s outside?”

Her eyes go wide and she puts her phone down. “What?” She’s also grinning at me wickedly. She has always loved the idea of me and Cal together, but I always reminded her we were just casual and to stop getting so excited about our prospect as a ‘real’ couple. This news is probably music to her ears.

“I don’t know, he sent me, like, twenty texts and called me a bunch.” I sigh, running my hand through my hair. I don’t know why, but I’m stressed about this. What the fuck is he doing here?

“Orion, I keep telling you. He likes you!”

I frown. Why would he choose me? “I don’t know. I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then go see what he wants.”

Letting the water heat up so I can wash my face, I brush my teeth and braid my hair. In the mirror, I see I still have mascara smudges from taking off my makeup in my drunken stupor early this morning. I do my best to wake myself up with the hot water and quickly apply some mascara and brow gel. I don’t need to impress Calum, but suddenly I hate my reflection. I frown at myself and let out a sigh, and then I leave the bathroom, hurrying out the door of the apartment and down the creaky stairs.

When I step out onto the sidewalk, I see him. He’s sitting on the bench that’s about 20 feet from the door, scrolling on his phone. Next to him, I see a small bouquet of chamomile, a silky pink ribbon tied around the flowers. Calum is wearing a cobalt blue hoodie and his typical black pants with a pair of white sneakers. His hair is hidden under a gray beanie. My stupid heart starts beating faster at the sight of him. He looks sleepy and cozy.

I gulp and approach the bench, clearing my throat to catch his attention. Calum looks up at me with his dark brown eyes and instantly grins when we make eye contact. He practically jumps up and runs to me, engulfing me in a tight hug and lifting me off the ground.

I hug him back. It is nice to see him, I’ve decided. He’s warm and he smells nice this morning.

Calum holds me in the air for what feels like a very long time before he sets me back on the ground.

“Hi,” he breathes. He’s still beaming at me, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “I’ve missed you.”

Why?

“I’ve missed you too,” I find myself saying. I have, but I’ve been trying not to think about it. I’ve tried to keep my distance.

He then pulls me into another hug, and I awkwardly wrap my arms around him again, still in shock that he’s here right now. And he missed me. He missed me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. My voice is soft, quiet. I’m so uncertain about this situation.

“I wanted to see my favorite girl.”

I’m his favorite girl?

I don’t say anything else. I just remain wrapped around him, breathing in his scent and enjoying his warmth. It’s a bit chilly today. Fall has started to kick in, and I’m jealous of Calum’s beanie right now.

“Would I be able to go upstairs for a sec? I’ve been here for a few hours and really need to pee. I didn’t want to leave in case you came down while I was gone. Didn’t want to miss my chance to surprise you properly.”

I nod against him, untangling my limbs from his. “Yeah, of course,” I breathe out. I take a step back, and he grabs my hand quickly, pulling me back closer to him. He leans down and kisses me, which catches me off guard. This whole thing is catching me off guard and I’m so confused. My brain won’t compute what’s happening.

“Sorry, just needed to kiss you real quick.” He laughs. The smile on his face is still plastered there, unceasing.

I manage to smile slightly at him before I use his hand to pull him toward the door of our building. We climb up the creaky stairs back to our apartment, and I take a deep breath before I open the door to our apartment, hoping Paula and Lucia aren’t gossiping about Calum as we walk in.

Cal’s been here before, of course, so he just heads straight to the bathroom and I whisper to him that I’ll be in the living room when he’s done. Lucia and Paula are waiting patiently for me in the living room, speaking almost silently in Spanish to each other. They look to me excitedly and expectantly, hoping I can share some sort of insights with them as to why Calum is here.

‘He LOVES you’ Paula mouths to me as I sit on an armchair that faces the couch they’re sitting on.

‘STOP’ I mouth back, shooting her an angry glare. The walls in the apartment are thin, and you can usually hear everything if you listen hard enough. I don’t want to risk Calum hearing what she says.

We’re all surprised when we hear a scream and some door slamming.

“Sorry! What the fuck!?” Ilse yells. She must have tried to go to the bathroom. At this point we don’t even knock before we enter it; we’re all so close and familiar we just enter the bathroom whenever we want. It’s four girls and only one bathroom, so we have just given up on privacy in there. When Lucia is here, it’s five girls and one bathroom, so she’s just gotten used to our practice and uses it just like she would if she lived here. It seems that she’s tried to go in while Cal is in there.

I hear her footsteps scurrying to the living room.

“What the hell is Calum doing here?!” Ilse whisper-yells when she gets to us.

“I don’t know!” I whisper-yell back.

We all turn our heads as the sound of the toilet flushing and the door squeaking back open hits our ears, followed by the sound of Cal’s quiet footsteps to the living room.

“Sorry, Ilse — I should’ve locked it. Baño is all yours.” He looks a little embarrassed, but it’s not like we haven’t all seen that infamous Snapchat. “Also, hi everyone. Good to see you.”

“Why are we screaming so early?” Marta’s voice echoes out, and she joins us all in the living room seconds later. It takes a moment for her to register that Calum is here, and then her eyes widen and she freezes in shock. “Calum?”

“Hi Marta! Sorry to wake you up,” he apologizes. He crosses the small space between them and wraps her into a quick hug, and then he hugs Ilse, and then Paula, and then Lucia.

This is weird. This is so weird. He’s met them all before but this just feels so different. None of us could’ve predicted he’d be here this morning.

“We’re gonna go grab breakfast. Do any of you want us to bring you anything back? Coffees?”

He’s met with a chorus of ‘yes please, coffee’ and he nods, looking at me expectantly with a small smile. “Ready to go?”

I nod wordlessly and turn around, heading for the door. I hear Cal’s footsteps behind me quickly, and we leave the apartment once again and get to the street. Almost as some kind of reflex, I grab his hand in mine and start walking toward my favorite breakfast place, assuming that’s where he’d want to go. We walk in silence for a few minutes before he disrupts the quiet.

“Are you okay? You’re pretty quiet.” He squeezes my hand.

I nod again. “Yeah, just kinda stunned, I guess?”

“You didn’t think I’d want to visit you as soon as I could? I wanted to keep it as somewhat of a surprise!” He laughs his sweet, quiet laugh and I feel his thumb rub the back of my hand the way he’s done so many times before.

I clear my throat and shake my head. “No, I didn’t really expect that you’d want to see me again, honestly.”

My shoulder is almost ripped from its socket when Calum suddenly stops walking.

“What?”

I turn around to face him and his expression is a mix of confusion and hurt.

“Why wouldn’t I want to see you again?”

His expression makes my heart hurt a bit. I didn’t mean anything nasty by what I said, but I truly didn’t expect that we’d keep seeing each other now that the European leg is over and tour is over and he can go back to his normal life.

I shrug. “I guess I just thought you’d move on.”

He frowns. “Did you want me to move on?”

No. I didn’t want him to move on. I liked him. I liked him a lot. The idea of us being more than what we were just felt unattainable, so I always assumed he would move on. I was sure there was a girl or two in the other places they went, and surely back in LA there are plenty of girls more suitable for him, other musicians and actresses and influencers; definitely not some random student at UCLA.

“Of course not.”

Calum looks deeply confused and hurt, which wasn’t my intention. I feel bad. “Orion, I really like you. Have I not made that clear?�� He’s not being snarky with his question. He sounds genuine and uncertain, which makes me feel worse.

He had been texting me this whole time we’d been apart. He likes everything I post to Instagram. He calls me every week.

Have I just been an idiot this whole time?

“I thought I was just the girl in Europe.”

His eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, I guess kind of like… a groupie? I was the girl you hung out with in Europe. Maybe just one of the girls? I figured there were others, and you had girls in Asia and America and Australia.”

Calum looks bewildered. “No, no. Orion, this whole time, it’s just been you. I like you. I’m so sorry if I wasn’t clear, because I thought you knew.”

Still in shock, I really don’t know how to reply.

“Shit, Matt had you on our security list as ‘Orion Moss - Calum’s girlfriend.’”

Girlfriend? We’re both silent for a few seconds, the words hanging in the air. I feel like I can almost read them floating in the space between us.

“Am I?”

Now Calum seems to be at a loss for words. He’s still confused, upset almost.

Am I his girlfriend? Do I want to be his girlfriend? I guess that’s a stupid question. Of course I do. I check his tagged photos on Instagram as a pre-bed ritual almost every night. I scroll through the photos we have together in my camera roll constantly; I even made an album of them so they’re all in one place. When he texts me, I have to intentionally make myself wait to reply so I don’t seem too clingy or desperate.

“Do you want to be?” He finally asks.

This time I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Relief washes over him and I watch his stress melt away. A smile appears shortly thereafter, and then he’s stepping toward me, kissing me for the second time this morning. There’s a warmth that starts to burn in my chest and I find myself smiling against his lips. He’s here. He’s really here and he likes me.

Calum creates a tiny bit of space between our mouths, just enough that he can speak. “Then please, please be my girlfriend.”

I giggle, feeling like a giddy little kid whose crush just said they like them back on the playground. “I am happy to accept your offer.”

We kiss a bit more, and then I start feeling self conscious when I remember we’re just making out on a sidewalk in Spain’s most populous city, one of the largest cities in Europe, and he’s famous and anyone could see us and post about it. I pull away, saying we can continue it later, and he says he can’t wait.

We resume our walk to the cafe, hand in hand, and I can’t seem to wipe the smile off my face. When I glance at Calum, he’s smiling too. I’m probably happier right now than I have been in a very long time. Once we reach the cafe, he stops.

“Want to get it to go? We can get donuts too and take it to Retiro for a little picnic.” His suggestion sounds perfect, so I agree.

We order our breakfasts — hummus and avocado toast for me, tortilla con jamón for him — and wait a few minutes before they bring it to us. Cal pays, as always, and then we walk to the donut shop that I consider my favorite place in the whole world. We get a four pack of the day’s most unique flavors, along with oat milk cappuccinos to drink, and then we travel the short distance to Retiro, which is bustling as always.

We sit by the pond to watch people using the little paddle boats, and I try to aesthetically set up our spread of food to take a picture. Calum just watches me in amusement while I try to get the perfect shot. Once I’ve got it, I tell him he can start eating. I quickly text the picture to the group chat with my flat mates, whose replies come through instantly, as if they were waiting for me to text them an update (which, to be fair, they probably were).

To: lavapies ladies!!!

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brunch picnic in retiro with my BOYFRIEND

From: paula (lavapies ladies!!!!)

BITCH I TOLD YOU

HOLY SHIT

From: marta (lavapies ladies!!!!)

DIOS MIOOOOOO

From: ilse (lavapies ladies!!!!)

she’s a rockstar’s girlfriend aaaahhhhhh

From: paula (lavapies ladies!!!!)

“it’s just casual” mY MF ASSSSS

At the last message, I roll my eyes, locking my phone and putting it into my back pocket. I look up from my phone and find Calum’s camera pointed at me. The shutter goes off as soon as I make eye contact with the lens.

“Just wanna remember this moment,” he gushes, smiling so sweetly at me before putting his phone away too.

We then dig in to the spread, but of course it’s far too much food for the two of us. I know we’ll bring whatever is left back to my apartment and the girls will inhale it all, so it’s fine. I get to listen to lots more tour stories from Calum than he’s shared over text or on our brief phone calls, and I tell him more about my classes and the little adventures I’ve gone on with my roommates. It’s so nice getting to talk to him again. It’s so easy, and it feels right, and I just feel so giddy about the fact that it wasn’t just a casual thing. It’s real, and it’s serious.

It’s then that I realize it, and I don’t know what took me so long. I now know I was in denial, but it’s clear as day while we sit in this park.

I am completely and utterly in love with Calum Hood.