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HOLY FUCK I’M CRYING HIS HAIR !!! IT’S ALL BLACK AGAIN !!!
imagine Calum waking up from little Hood kicking his back because your growing belly is pressed against Calum’s back and he’d turn around to touch the bump and whisper: “no more kicking, little bean. Mama and daddy need to sleep” and he’d talk quietly to the bump for awhile while rubbing it slowly and you’d wake up and join in the convo too, sleepy giggling and whispering to the baby together, and then Calum would kiss the bump goodnight with a gentle rub before cuddling you and ouch
I think Calum is two different people when it comes to having sex. When he’s in a good mood, all he wants to do is get lost between your legs, his tongue working his way around your slit making you reach your high in a matter of seconds. But when he’s in a bad mood, he’ll pin you down on the bed. Hands above your head thrusting hard and fast in you that your legs will be shaking until the next day.
Can you write a blurb on what kind of a boyfriend would Calum be? (Your masterlist doesn't open on the mobile app)
ok tiff and I have talked about this at length so I’m just going to list stuff so here it goes
so calum’s the type of boyfriend to
sit shirtless on the couch while watching a football game, beer resting on the coffee table, feet up on the ottoman, hands just casually down his pants
get all whiny at 6am when you need to get ready for school, going, “noooooooooooooooo” and reaching for you with grabby hands so you stay in bed
love having you sleep on his chest
want sex any time, anywhere
always be warm, like even when it’s snowing out you could grab his hand and it would always be warm
sit around shirtless in just a pair of grey sweats, no underwear underneath
blush and hide his face in your neck when you call him a “cheeky monkey”
use the monkey covering its eyes emoji way too much
walk around shirtless around the other guys so that they can see the scratch marks you left on him the previous night
ask for a blowjob at any chance he gets
call you “babe” or “sweet cheeks”
put too much soap in the dishwasher
gives you hickies all up and down you neck, deep purple and dark enough that your makeup can’t cover them
get a boner every time he spoons you because “damn, would you quit wiggling?” you knew what you were doing.
has you stay up late with him so that he can watch premier league games in real-time
stay in bed all day on sundays
rarely says the whole “I love you” because he’s kind of embarrassed of being so whipped for you, so around his friends he would just kind of kiss your cheek and mumble “love you” super quietly so no one else could hear. it was kind of better that way.
Calum seems like the kind of guy who would be in one of those relationships where everyone knew you are a couple but literally nothing else. If you guys showed up to a party people would stare and wonder what went on behind closed doors but they could only ever guess. They would never know how he always held your thigh while he drove around with you in the middle of the night with the windows down because he liked watching your hair fly around in the wind and how he would change the lyrics to the songs he sang along to on the radio so that they would rhyme with your name. They would never know that late at night when he couldn’t sleep he would pull you close to him and talk to you about the universe and how you would force yourself to stay awake even though you had to be up for work in a few hours. Late nights cuddled into each other as you planned out your summer road trip would go unheard of and pictures of the vacation would probably never be seen by anybody but the two of you. It wasn’t anybody’s business to know how he held you after you showed up to his house with tear stained cheeks because your parents were fighting for the fourth time this week and how he held you until you stopped shaking and promised you that your kids would never have to go through this. Nobody would know anything about you guys because what you had together wasn’t for them. The things you did with Calum were special and yours and letting anybody in on your perfect little paradise wasn’t for the two of you.
omfg can you do a calum blurb on literally anything bc those radio 1 gifs have my d y i n g
Calum didn’t particularly like wearing button up shirts - they weren’t as comfortable as his band t-shirts, or his flannels, but he wore them for you. He’d wear one when he took you out to dinner, knowing that you’d be clothed in a beautiful dress and the least he could do was put on one of your favorite shirts. He’d wear one when he went to visit your parents for the first time, trying his best to impress them (even though the back of the shirt was a little wrinkly). He’d wear one that one Sunday you went to the farmer’s market, picking out colorful flowers for your apartment and buying a chocolate chip cookie to share with Calum. He loved the end of the day when he finally got to take off the shirt - or, rather, have you take off the shirt. You’d torture him, unbuttoning it one at a time, kissing his skin as you went, your hands sliding over his shoulders as you finally helped him push off the fabric, his body yours for the night.
However, Calum loved it when you wore his button up shirts. He loved waking up in the morning and finding you in the kitchen cooking breakfast in nothing but his shirt and a pair of thick socks, just the slightest peek of the curve of your ass below the material of the shirt. He loved when he found you curled up on the couch watching a movie in flannel pajama pants and one of his button up shirts, the collar stained with your tears because you were watching that one movie that made you cry each and every time you watched it. He especially loved it when you wore the shirt over your lingerie, your legs straddling his hips as his nimble fingers worked at the buttons, revealing the curves of your soft skin, the skin he would treasure for the rest of his life.
You’re eating lunch the day you accidentally discover Calum has a thing for pain, staring at his fresh tattoo as he playfully teases you- knowing you can shut him up with one simple poke. You smirk and reach across the small patio table to do just that, poking it right in the center where you saw him flinch and scrunch his face in discomfort while he was getting it. His face changes immediately at the touch- his cheeks going red and back stiffening as he sucks in a sharp breath. You’re confused at first because that’s definitely not the crying you were expecting, and then he swallows thickly and shifts in his chair, his hand going to his cock and you realize he’s attempting to adjust himself in the confines of his jeans.
“Don’t,” he clears his throat as you brush your fingers lightly over the tattoo on his bicep, his eyes fluttering in anticipation of another sharp bite of pain before he continues, his voice low, “not here.”
You drop your hand without question and his fingers find yours over the table, lacing them together as he brushes his thumb over your skin, his eyes dark with lust as he raises his hand to catch your waiter’s attention, asking for the check.
No but pain kink calum is literally so hot just imagine calum coming home with his thigh wrapped up because of a tattoo and he begs you to ride his thigh and throws his head back and let's out the biggest groan as he presses his fingernails into your hips to get you to press your pussy harder on his leg
WOW
after calum finds out you’re pregnant i feel like he would always find a way to keep his hands on your baby bump. he may not even realize that he’s doing it half the time but it’s become a natural reflex whenever you’re close to him. when you’re snuggled up against him at night, he places his hand on your stomach and rubs his thumb back and forth while he softly hums gentle melodies to the both of you.. whenever you’re driving somewhere together, his hand rests on your upper thigh but occasionally he will subconsciously lift his fingers up to rub against the side of your swollen belly and as you look over at him you see him smiling to himself because it’s still so amazing to him that he created a new life with you… even randomly during the middle of the day when you’re both lounging around the house, he would make it a point to be wherever you are. if you’re sitting across the room from him, he would make his way over to the couch and crawl behind you, pulling you to settle against his chest, his hands automatically wrapping around your bump as if it were a magnetic force pulling him in… and you always knew calum was protective of you when you were out in public but it reached a whole new level when you were pregnant. he would pull you closely in to his side and his arm would wrap around you so that he could guard your bump incase anyone should get too close for his comfort. his eyes would carefully scan through crowds everywhere you went and if someone gave him even the slightest bad vibe, he would avoid them at all costs while simultaneously trying to bring you closer to him. he would probably hire another body guard for you as well.. he could hire the whole national guard to protect you and it still probably wouldn’t feel like enough to keep the both of you safe.
pregnancy!5sos blurb for anarchyaustralia & lashtonpetal’s blurb night!
On a scale from one to ten how hot do you think Calum looks when you’re riding him with his head tilted back and his jaw slacked as breathy moans fall from his lips and he grabs your waist and digs his nails into the skin there so he can feel you closer because he just loves your body so much
cashton in gym shorts and long sleeved shirts and nikes with broad shoulders and lean bodies makes me wEAK FUCK
calumhood: Straight off the bus, into Berlin! @ashtonirwin
Calum seems like the type to be a little impatient. Especially when all he wants is to sleep with his beautiful new wife, but he can’t fucking figure out how to get your wedding dress off. Pulling at it, trying to find the damn zipper, ignoring your threats that you’ll “fucking end this marriage before it even starts” if he completely wrecks your dress. Calum’s about two minutes away from just going up your skirt, when he manages to find the zipper. Laughing at you, he finally gets your dress off, pressing quick kisses along your neck. Mumbling against your skin, “Nah, you’re stuck with me for life Mrs. Hood.”
bad!boy calum knows you love his lips so he'll constantly lick or bite his lips to see you get fustrated but you catch on one day and you move your shirt a little further down to see what he would do but he doesn't react and after class he grabs your arm and takes you to the closest empty classroom, locks the door and whispers in your ear.' did you think that little stunt was okay, baby girl?' and I'm just gonna stop there
finishing up badboy!5sos from last night. :-)