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ameliora-j · 6 months

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— fame f❊cker 𐐪𐑂 michael clifford

𐐪𐑂 summary -> the four times you fucked a different member of the same band, and the one time they all found out 𐐪𐑂 A 5 PART SERIES

𐐪𐑂 content -> part one!, alcohol, bar meetcute, reader not rlly having boundaries, tipsy sex, non australian implied reader, tons of pet names (kitten, pretty girl, my love, etc.), unprotected piv, soft dom!mikey, stranger sex, degradation, praise, humiliation, slight feelings of insecurity (mikey), daddy kink, choking, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), slight size kink, creampie, THIS BLOG IS 18+ MDNI

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Michael sits inside the dingy city bar, beer bottle in hand. The rest of the band are all strewn about the bar, having their go at girls, dancing and chatting them up—but he sits alone. Michael always was the least approached of the band members. Though, he didn’t mind—he liked being alone. He sits at the corner of the bar, his leather jacket hanging off the chair beside him so no one would attempt to sit with him.

That’s why, when you walk up to the bar and sneak right in between his legs, Michael is shocked. “‘Scuse me” you murmur to the man quietly, setting a hand on his thigh as you fit yourself between him and the bar. “Peach margarita please” you smile at the bartender.

By this point, he senses you’re already nearing drunk, the hand on his thigh being used to stabilize yourself rather than invade his personal bubble. He sets a hand on your hip to aid in your stabilization. His hand is large, warm and igniting a fire in your belly as he squeezes lightly at your hip.

“Sorry hun we’re out of peach flavor. I can do raspberry, strawberry, mango, or watermelon” the bartender smiles apologetically at you. You pout a bit, your shoulders sinking slightly in disappointment.

“Well… Can I get the most non-alcohol tasting drink with alcohol in it?” You ask, causing the girl to laugh a bit.

Michael’s interest is piqued further now, he thinks you’re just about the prettiest thing that’s ever come and forced itself upon his lap—and he’s thanking all his lucky stars you had. “She’ll take a tequila sunrise” he speaks up, smiling at the bartender, then you. “Put it on my tab” he adds.

At this, you turn to the mystery man who’s buying you alcohol—and whose lap you’re practically sat atop of. “If you think this means you’re getting your dick wet tonight, you’re insane… I hope you know” you hum softly.

Michael smirks a bit as he eyes you up and down. “Let me get this straight… You invade my personal space… practically sit on my lap… and then I’m insane for wanting to get my dick wet?” He lets out a genuine belly laugh at this, gazing at you.

Your face heats with embarrassment, finally realizing the position you’re in as you pull back and sit in the seat beside him. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t… Uh…” You stammer, shaking your head nervously.

He smiles at this, gently tipping your chin up. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it” he mutters lowly, kissing the corner of your lips. “To answer your question,” he sips his beer, “no hun, don’t wanna get my dick wet” he shakes his head. “I’d like to chat a bit if that’s alright?” He tries. “If not, you can just take the drink and be on your way.” He nods.

You smile softly as you finally get a good look at him. He’s cute… Sweet. He kinda reminds you of a kitten. “Well… I suppose you did just buy me a drink” you smile softly. “And I could never in good conscience sit on a strange bar man’s lap and not offer him something in return” you joke softly as you make yourself comfortable.

The bartender brings your drink over quickly and you smile, thanking her as she sets it in front of you. “So… What brings you to this skimpy little dive bar?” You ask Michael.

“A beer” he smirks, holding up said drink. “And you?” He reciprocates.

“Apparently a tequila sunrise, Mr. Mystery Man” you giggle softly.

“Mr. Mystery Man?” He raises a brow—questioning, curious. In truth, he’s a bit shocked you don’t know who he is—but simultaneously thankful that he can just be himself. “I like that, Tequila Girl.” He jokes back.

“Tequila Girl is a new one” you hum softly, sipping your drink. “WOW! That is really good” you emphasize as you look over at him.

“Well I’m glad you like it, Tequila Girl” he smiles—soft but prideful as he lifts his glass bottle and tips it towards you. You clink your glass against his botte and smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Mystery Man” you say genuinely.

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Mr. Mystery Man—Michael, you had learned to be his name—was an excellent conversationalist. Not only that, he was easy to talk to. Charming, funny, smart—and extremely good looking.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation—about video games, cars, hobbies, music, your dreams, his dreams, you even delved a bit into each other’s backgrounds. The two of you became so absorbed in talking to each other that your drinks were long forgotten—until the bartender was telling you it was last call.

“Would you like to come hang out at my hotel?” Michael asks as you lift your purse onto your shoulder. “It’s been amazing talking to you, and I… Don’t want the night to end yet” he smiles—shy for the first time that evening.

That seals the deal for you—this guy could absolutely not get any cuter. You hum, pretending to think for a second before offering him a cute smile. “Only if you let me borrow more comfortable clothes” you nod, looking down at your short, sparkly sequined black dress and high heels.

“It’s a deal” he smiles back, nodding as he takes your hand. If you weren’t so infatuated with the man’s scent and eyes, you’d have noticed him hiding your face as he leads you out of the parking lot and up to a big black Range Rover. You’d been swooning over Michael all night, but when he opens your door and holds your hand to help you step into the truck, you downright fall in love on the spot.

The drive to his hotel is short, only about 15 minutes from the bar. When he opens your door for you and helps you out, you finally realize that for some reason or other he’s still hiding you in his jacket. You let out tipsy little giggles as you stumble a bit over your stilettos, walking so close to him. “Why am I hiding in here?” You whisper.

“I’ll tell you in the morning… Deal?” He hums softly, rubbing your back as you get into the elevator. “Just keep your head down, pretty girl” he hums, kissing the back of your head as you two step into the elevator.

For the moment you’re thankful your head is down because if you think your face was warming up as he calls you ‘pretty girl,’ then it’s damn near on fire as his lips press to your head. “Okay…” You whisper in a slight daze, your head swimming with lust and attraction. The two of you stand in the elevator for what feels like eternities, and when you step off, you see that you’re on the 60th floor.

“Room 60-304, love. Here we are” he smiles as he unlocks the door with his key card. You hold in a gasp as you step into the room, stilettos clicking against the marble floor.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper, spinning around slowly as you glance at everything. He smiles softly, watching you twirl around the room. “Oo, Krispies!” You exclaim in excitement, rushing over to the mini bar. You reach forward, but pull your hand back a bit, remembering hotels charge for practically everything you touch.

“Go for anything you want, beautiful” he smiles softly, nodding in reassurance. You squeal in excitement, reaching forward once more and grabbing the Rice Krispies Treat. If he had to, Michael would pinpoint this moment in time as the first time he truly fell in love. “I’ll be right back hun, I’m gonna get ya some comfortable clothes.”

You smile softly around the treat in your mouth, nodding as you look at him. He then retreats to the bedroom, and you walk to the couch, making yourself comfortable. Michael was back within ten minutes, now shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants. He held a pair of basketball shorts and a large t-shirt in his hands for you, neatly folded as he held the stack out to you. “Thanks Mikey” you smile softly, wiping your Krispies crumbs on your dress as you take the clothes and go change in the bathroom.

He sits on the couch, flipping through for a movie as he waits for you to come back. Michael begins to worry when you take longer than ten minutes, and just as he’s about to go and check on you, you come out—hair wet, face cleaned and refreshed, and body swimming in his clothes. Michael never in his life would have imagined that the sight of a woman wearing comfortable clothes would turn him on this much.

He’s unsure if it’s because it’s his clothes, or if it’s because it’s you in his clothes… Or maybe it’s just you. But no matter, he’s fighting for nearly his life to hide the large boner straining against his sweatpants as he watches you walk over and sit on the couch. “Sorry… I felt sticky and wanted a shower” you explain shyly.

“Don’t apologize” he smiles softly. “Feel better?” He asks, smiling again as you nod. “Here, love” he hums, passing you a water bottle.

“Thanks, Mikey” you smile, taking a sip of your water. “So the accent tells me you’re clearly not from here… What brings you to town?” You ask curiously as you sit criss-cross applesauce and turn to face him.

“Would you believe me if I said vacation?” He asks, humming as he turns to face you.

“Honestly, not really. But mainly cus I live here so it’s so boring to me” you giggle. “How’s your vacation so far?” You smile.

“It’s only day one but I’d say it’s going really good so far” he smiles. “Have you lived here your entire life?” He asks you, causing you two to delve into your backgrounds and a bit of family history. It’s then when you realize you could listen to Michael speak for hours, even if he just spoke in circles.

You don’t even realize you’re not paying attention to him until a smirk begins to play on his lips. “What?” You whisper, blushing as you finally make eye contact with him.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl” he hums softly. “Or… Were you not paying attention?” He taunts.

“I… No I was paying attention” you pout softly. “I was just… thinking” you mumble lamely, biting your lip and racking your brain for what question Michael possibly could have asked you. Going with the safest probability you hum and look up at him. “Yes” you nod.

Michael’s smirk widens, and he snorts a bit over an attempt to bite back a laugh. “Yes?” He asked softly, raising a brow.

“Don’t laugh!” You insist, crossing your arms with a frown. “What’s so wrong about it?” You huff.

“My love…” your face burns in embarrassment at the nickname, forcing back a smile. “I asked you what you like to do for fun,” he hums softly. Your face burns hotter now, realizing you’d been caught not paying attention. Maybe he doesn’t know why you’re not focusing on his words. This thought saves you from your embarrassment untill he proceeds to ask: “What’s got you so distracted, kitten?”

You whine softly at the petname, your hips shifting. “Mikey…” You whisper softly, looking up at him with wide, dazed eyes.

“Oh baby… You want it, don’t you?” He mocks, moving closer to you as he pushes your hair behind your ear. You nod, pouting at him as you reach to touch him. He tuts softly, shaking your head as he holds your wrists. “No my love… tell me what you want” he smirks.

You whine again, frowning at him. “Mikey…” You insist, trying to wriggle free. Michael, however, is having none of it. He raises a brow, doubling down as he stares at you with a fiery gaze. You get lost in the green of his pretty eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth as you whine a bit. “Want you, please…” you whisper.

“Awh honey… Just a few hours ago you were calling me insane for wanting to get my dick wet and now you’re practically begging for it” he mocks, pinching your cheek tauntingly. “You’re so cute” he murmurs, leaning in and kissing up your jaw.

“But you need to be louder” he orders. A gentle one, but assuring you knew that he was in charge, and you’d follow his orders for the night. Not that you had any qualms about that… This beautiful man that you’d met no more than four hours ago could throw you around like a ragdoll and you’d sing praises to his name without him having to ask.

“I want you… Mikey, I need you. Know you can make me feel really really good… Want it pretty please” you look up at him with a cute pout. The innocent look in your eyes has Michael’s cock twitching in his pants, biting his lip and groaning at your pathetically cute whiny voice.

Michael would be lying if he said watching you beg for him didn’t inflate his ego just a bit. There was a ton of guys in that bar tonight, hell the rest of his band was in that bar… but you chose him. You went home with him. He was the man you were about to spread yourself out for, give your body to. The man that you were begging to touch you and make you feel good.

The knowledge of the power he currently holds over you makes his cock even harder in his pants. He groans, giving up on his attempt at keeping composure as he pushes you back against the couch cushions, enveloping your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. You moan against his mouth, arching your back as his hands run over your body. “Pretty little thing” he mumbles as he pulls your shirt off, immediately kissing across your chest.

Michael’s hands are quick, but skillful as well. His fingers calloused due to the years of guitar playing, and you moan as the rough pads pinch at your already hardening nipples. You whine again, your hips bucking, causing your pulsing pussy to grind against his thigh as he fits himself between your legs. “Michael…” You breathe, moaning quietly.

“You make the prettiest noises baby” he murmurs softly, nipping down your neck. “‘Specially when you’re moaning my name” he mumbles, trailing kisses and hickies down your neck, to your chest. “Do it again” he growls quietly.

You gasp softly, arching your back a bit as you follow his orders, moaning his name once more. This time when you do, you lean up directly into his ear, breathing his name quietly as you tug at his hair. Michael groans at the sound of your voice, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Are you a virgin, pretty girl?” He teases.

“No, Daddy” you breathe softly, flushing in complete embarrassment as the honorific easily slips from your lips, your mind slipping quickly into a submissive haze. “I-I’m sorr-“ Michael stops your sentence almost as soon as it starts, squeezing a bit harder at your neck.

“Don’t apologize… Just keep saying it, Kitten” he smirks, leaning down and swallowing the moan that slips past your lips as he kisses you. He runs his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips before sneaking a hand beneath your basketball shorts. “Did you leave your panties off?” He smirks, rubbing his thumb over the bare slit of your pussy. “Naughty, naughty girl” he tuts softly, shaking his head.

You whine as the pad of his thumb circles your swollen clit, unable to help the jerk of your hips as you grind against his hand. He sucks in air through his teeth as his middle finger pushes into your slippery hole, grunting as he presses down on your tummy a bit. “That’s a tight little hole, baby… Dunno if my cock’s gonna fit in it.” He mocks.

“No… No can make it fit” you moan louder as he pushes another finger into your cunt. “You can make it fit I need it” you whine loudly, arching your back.

“You’re so adorably pathetic” he laughs, crooking his fingers up to hit your gspot. “Keep making those pretty noises for Daddy ‘n maybe I’ll get you nice ‘n wet with my mouth before I split you open on this big cock.” He chuckles.

“Yes” you moan, nodding. “Yes, please,” you whine, fucking yourself on his fingers. “Oh fuck Daddy, please” you moan, circling your hips on his fingers. “Y’make me feel so good… Stretching me so good” you moan. By this point, your moans have become practically incoherent, stringing any word you could think of together in an attempt to form a sentence as you fuck youreelf on his hand.

Michael can’t take it anymore. Your whines and begs nearly have him busting out of his pants before he’s tearing off your’s. He groans at the sight of your bare cunt, pushing your legs up to your chest before diving in. He moans, spitting on your cunt before licking a bold stripe from your weeping hole up to your pulsing clit. You whine, your hands flying to his hair and pushing his face impossibly closer to your cunt.

His beard drags against your sensitive pussy lips as his mouth envelops your cunt. You’re whining out his name, leaking into his mouth as tears of pleasure leak from the corner of your eyes. You’re nearly sent over the edge as his lips wrap around your fat clit, puckering as he roughly sucks at the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling circles around it.

You whine loudly as you feel his fingers push into your entrance once more, a moan from him sending a shockwave to your cunt and igniting each nerve in your body causing your toes to curl and a loud moan to spill over your kiss-swollen lips. When you look down, you see Michael’s left hand wrapped around his thick cock. The head red and angry, dripping precum down onto the cushions of the couch as his hand strokes over it in quick motions. He’s grunting and groaning into your pussy, getting off on the taste of your and the sound of your moans alone.

Both of your heads are swimming in lust, Michael lost in his head as his ego inflates like a balloon hearing the amount of pleasure he’s causing you. The sound of him eating your cunt is filthy, making you impossibly wetter as you hear Michael’s slurps and grunts as he drinks from your cunt as if it’s a fountain of eternal youth. You tug at his long pink locks, the whiny little ‘Daddy’s spilling from your lips spurring him on as he moves faster. “Oh Daddy… Daddy please ‘m gonna cum” you whine, arching your back as you push his face even closer.

Michael chuckles as he pulls back, causing a perturbed whine to spill from your lips as you pout at him. “Oh baby… As much as I'd love to lick this little pussy until you cum… I wanna feel you squeezing my cock while you cum for me” he growls in your ear as he runs his cock through your slit.

Your hips buck as the head of his leaking cock nudges against your clit. Mikey pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a breath to calm himself as he pushes the head of his cock into your tight cunt. You whine at the stretch, pouting at him with wide eyes as your legs spread. “Please, Daddy…” you gasp.

“Fuck, Kitten” he groans as he slowly pushes his dick into you. “This tight cunt is gonna make me burst…” he grunts. “Gonna fuck this little pussy raw… Fill you up with my cum, pretty girl. Would you like that?” He taunts, moaning as he bottoms out, pressing down on your tummy.

“Yeah” you whimper. “Yeah, I like it a lot. Please” you breathe. Mikey’s awestruck at how quick he’s reduced you to nothing but moans and whines—soft cries of his name spilling from your lips as he fucks you slowly.

“You feel so good baby” he mumbles, his thumb coming to stroke against your clit. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had” he groans, pushing your leg up over his shoulder. You whine loudly as he pulls out and thrusts in once more, his cock kissing your gspot as your hips twitch.

“Big” you moan back, arching your back into him as he pulls your nipple between his lips. “Big-biggest… Big” you whine dumbly as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Michael chuckles at how pathetic you sound, squeezing at your throat as his hips pick up the pace, chasing his impending orgasm as he licks, sucks, and bites at your nipples. “Whose pussy is this baby?” He teases, smoothing your hair back as he holds you close to him. “Tell Daddy who you belong to ‘n I’ll let you cum.”

You whine, clenching tightly around him as more arousal spills from your cunt, making your opening more slippery and allowing Michael easier access to fuck you as he pleased. “I know you want to, baby… I feel your little cunt squeezing me… Tryin’ to milk me dry” he groans, his forehead falling to your shoulder as sweat drips off of him. “All you gotta do is tell me who you belong to, Kitten, Daddy’ll let you cum” he cooes mockingly, gently stroking over your clit.

Your voice is stuck in your throat, your jaw dropped in pleasure as you practically fight to breathe. You choke over a loud moan, your nails clawing down his back as you look into his pretty green eyes. Then and only then do you finally find a voice as his cock presses to your gspot. “You” you finally choke out loudly. “It’s yours… Your pussy I… It belongs to you!” You whine. “Oh fuck please let me cum, please!” You beg, your legs shaking as you try to hold off for him.

“Only because you beg so so pretty, Kitten” he smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as you moan. He holds your hip with his hand, keeping you pressed against his chest as he strokes over your clit. “Come on baby… Cum for Daddy ‘n I’ll fill you up” he whispered softly. “Keep your eyes on me baby, don’t close them” he hums, his hips stuttering as you squeeze around him.

You nod dumbly, your forehead pressed against his as you blink slowly. You swallow hard, your jaw dropping as your eyes roll back. “I’m… I’m… Cumming, ‘m cumming” you gasp around whines, your body shaking as you cum around Michael’s cock.

He groans as he feels the way you squeeze him, your cunt becoming impossibly tighter as he ruts into you. A cacophony of whines, moans, cries, and whines spill from your lips—your eyes never once breaking contact with Mikey’s as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Th-thank…” you gasp, your eyes rolling as you feel Mikey’s hips stuttering, his cock twitching against your gspot a few times before he presses his hips to your’s. His pelvis kisses your clit as the head of his cock kisses your cervix, spraying his cum deep into your awaiting womb as he lets out a symphony of moans.

He holds you to his chest as he cums, leaning in to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You let out soft whimpers and whines against his lips as your body twitches against his. He pulls back slowly, smiling lovingly as he smoothes your hair back. “Such a good girl, baby” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

You hum softly as you smile lazily at him. “Thank you, Daddy…” you whisper quietly, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“You’re so welcome, pretty girl” he smiles, kissing your nose gently as he pulls out slowly. “Now, let’s get you a bath.”

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getsojaded · 2 years

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you don’t go to parties || calum hood

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: ALCOHOL!!!! pls continue with caution if triggering. + swearing, and a fuck ton of angst. like a stupid amount. calum x she/her reader, lowercase intended!

a/n: guess what my fav song off 5sos5 is lol. i am so in love with this album so i quickly wrote this up xoxo

i still think about the times we were heavy

racehorse trippin' on the dirt that you got on me

vultures spinnin' up above of what's left of me

we go stupid every night, what a tragedy

“you are not about to take another shot,” calum’s slurred voice laughs at the girl beside him, as she attempts to make a clean pour into the small glass in front of her. needless to say, she didn’t do such a good job. that’s what happens when you’re one too many drinks in.

“you smoked four joints outside. i’m allowed to take as many shots as i want!” she responds, tilting her head back as the liquid runs down her throat, resulting in a sour face from y/n as she reaches for the closest bottle of coke.

a red, puffy eyed calum stumbles closer towards y/n and embraces her in a hug, kissing her temple. “we do this too much, don’t we?” he asks, as he sways their bodies back and forth.

“yeah, way too much..” she trails off, as the two get lost in the moment of each other, standing in the middle of the overcrowded kitchen.

the music is loud, the room is hot, there’s too many people, and there’s too many coloured lights flashing everywhere.

but calum and y/n didn’t care. staring into each others eyes with the widest grins plastered across their faces, they both knew that they wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

when you’re young, the number one rule you’re always told is have fun, you’re never gonna get these years back.

the pair made sure to do everything possible to make sure they wouldn’t regret it.

but being young doesn’t last forever.

in the blink of an eye, life changes and the real world is in front of you.

no more college parties getting absolutely shitfaced every weekend. no more spontaneous adventures in the middle of the night because you have nothing else to do. no more doing things that you shouldn’t be doing. no more distractions.

no more young love.

calum and y/n couldn’t have seen it coming at all.

but when you’re having as much fun as them two, who would’ve?

calum realized that school wasn’t for him, and started pursuing a music career with him and his friends that he met in college, who felt the same way as he did.

y/n on the other hand, was determined to earn her degree and make her family proud.

despite their differences, they had no doubts about keeping each other around. they loved one another, and that’s what truly matters, right?

so calum didn’t think too much of it when he started going to parties alone, when y/n declined because of her loads of homework piling up on top of another.

he always made sure to come back to her at the end of the night, holding her tight while she slept, burnt out from the thousands of words she read just hours before he came back to her dorm — he had practically moved in, although he wasn’t even in school anymore.

and it worked for them.

until they got older.

still so in love, they managed to get a place together after y/n graduated. and while y/n was out and about hunting for jobs, calum was in the studio with his band.

and whenever calum was in the studio with his band, it led to a party at the end of it. and he always made sure that his y/n was on his hip, as they drank and danced the night away together.

“they’re so cute,” luke chuckled as michael was pouring himself another drink, as they watched the two hold each other as they drunkenly sang the words to some old chris brown r&b love song — of course calum knew every word.

michael turns his head to the couple standing in the middle of the living room, and even though there’s a countless amount of people beside them, it feels like they’re the only two people in the room. “they’re forever. no doubt about it.” michael responds to the blonde boy sitting next to him, a little smile curved on his face.

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i’m still here in the darkness

back where we started

you made me a heartless monster

i’m caught up in distractions

fatal attractions

i’m starting to come undone

it was so good.

it was so good, until it wasn’t.

when y/n started working full time, calum and his band still had nothing else to do. i mean, an album release and a world tour just before, you need some sort of a break.

y/n started working 9-5’s and calum was still showing up to functions without his plus one. one party turned into fifty parties, and next thing you know, it’s a surprise it calum makes it home before y/n goes to bed. y/n was so busy, she couldn’t even tell that calum had been going out so frequently until her first day off rolled around the corner.

and there she was, sitting in the middle of their shared apartment, watching tv and waiting for her boyfriend to come home.

she knew that she should go to bed; she had work the next day. but she’s never spent a day without at least knowing where he was. at least that’s what she thought.

calum rolls in around 3:00 am, stumbling into their home and kicking off his shoes. y/n rushes towards him to make sure he doesn’t fall, her arms wrapping around his body as he clutches onto her shoulders. “baby, you’re awake. it’s so late!” he slurs, kissing her on the cheek.

“i was waiting for you,” she whispers in response, assisting him in going upstairs. “does this happen every night?”

“only the nights you don’t come with me.”

“so… every night.”

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calum’s never felt more pain in his life. yeah, he’s felt like shit when he’s throwing up outside some random person’s backyard, or when he loses his balance and falls face first into the pavement, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the moment that y/n walked out on him.

coincidentally, calum had no intentions of staying out past his studio session today. walking into their abode before midnight was now a rare occurrence, and it felt refreshing to calum as he drives home, the sky painted a pink and orange shade as the sun started to go down.

walking into his apartment and being greeted by duke — which hadn’t happened in quite a minute — the house was quiet.

i mean, when calum goes home, it’s always quiet. y/n’s always sleeping. but this silence felt eerie. from what calum was aware of, y/n had always liked to keep some music on throughout the house while she did her activities — work, cooking, showering, anything.

“y’know where mama is, duke?” calum asks the little dog in front of him, getting up from his knees and making his way up the stairs, duke following behind him as he opens the door to their bedroom.

there y/n is, sitting at her desk, with her laptop and various notebooks spread out. but her laptop isn’t turned on, and it doesn’t look like she’s doing anything. she’s just sitting there.

walking towards his girlfriend, he takes notice of a suitcase placed beside her desk, he dismisses it, and greets her with a kiss on the cheek. “hey baby, how’s your day been?”

she turns her chair to face him, getting a clear look of him before she starts to speak. “you’re here early.”

“yeah, nothing to do after the sesh today.”

“hey calum, let me ask you something.”

calum should’ve known something was off the moment she called him by his first name.

“yeah, what’s up?” he responds, throwing himself onto the bed and getting into a comfy position.

“when was the last time you actually bothered to have a conversation with me?”

“what?” he confusedly asked in response. “where is this coming from? i literally had one with you yesterday morning.”

“you said good morning to me, and proceeded to tell me that you were going to be home late. that’s not a conversation. in fact, that’s all you’ve been saying to me for the past four months.”

it's safe to say that y/n wasn't in the picture anymore.

after countless of apologies and promises from calum's side, she knew what was best for her – she knew that he was too late. so a few days after what y/n felt like the hardest, but at the same time, easiest breakup that she'd ever have to do, she gathered all her things. from the bedroom, to the bedroom, to the fucking kitchen, and left.

the fact that breaking up with him felt easy broke her heart in two.

she loved him. she loved him so fucking much. and he let her down. he disappointed her to a depth she would've never thought he would reach.

so she said her goodbyes to the fluffy little dog following her, kissing his soft head and whispering, "take care of him, okay?" with duke barking in response as she made her way towards the front door.

"goodbye, cal."

when calum came home to dead silence, he knew what had happened. doesn't mean he liked it, though.

rushing up the stairs to see an empty half of a bedroom and a cleaner, less product filled bathroom, he knew what she had done.

and there's nobody else to blame but himself.

–

and now it’s 5 am clinging to my couch

and everyone i ever knew is standing in my house

oh, i’m wondering who i’m looking for

cause you don’t go to parties anymore

i got the last five years running out my mouth

always stay too late, i should kick me out

oh, i'm wondering who i'm looking for

cause you don't go to parties anymore

describing calum as a fucking wreck was an understatement. all that man did was party, after all. but this was getting out of hand.

luke, ashton, michael, and even their fucking partners tried talking to calum to try and get him out of this excessive phase. "there's better ways to handle this," michael would tell calum when he catches him in a sober state.

"she's gone because this was all i did," calum would respond. "i have no reason to stop now."

and everyday, you would catch calum at some random los angeles party. it could be a distant mutuals, a random person's, or even his own.

sometimes it would be his own house a little too much – he couldn't handle the loneliness.

which explains calum's extreme lack of sobriety in his backyard, going on a tangent about the mistakes he's made.

the poor, unlucky guy taking a seat next to calum on the couch was not prepared for calum's behaviour.

"is she here?"

"who's here?"

"y/n, my ex."

"sorry dude. don't think so."

"we were together for five fucking years. five years and i fucked it all up. it's all my fault, and i'm never gonna get her back. i miss her so much, i'm never gonna be the same without her," calum pours his heart out to the complete stranger sat beside him, taking another swig from the bottle of tequila he was holding.

the backyard is filled with so many people, and it's almost a challenge to walk around, yet his eyes are still looking for the girl that got away, while he continues to talk about her.

luke walks over to the couch that calum and the unfamiliar person are seated on. "hey, is he bothering you?" luke asks, earning a chuckle from the guy. "nah, at least not yet. he's just been.. talking about his ex."

luke sighs, rubbing his forehead. "yeah man, i'm sorry you had to hear all that. he's been like this for way too long now, doing the same shit every night. i've had to drag him out of people's houses in the middle of the night a couple times 'cause he had no other way home."

"damn.. she really did a number on him, huh?" stranger responds, luke nodding. "i understand why she left, and i think he does too," he points to calum. "he's just having a hard time accepting it."

calum turns towards both boys sitting beside him with an upset expression plastered all over his face. "of course i'm having a hard time accepting it! it's all my fault! i drove away the only girl i'd ever been in love with and i'll never be able to get her back!" the drunk, heartbroken boy explains, finishing the last of his bottle before kicking it onto the ground, away from him.

as the early morning creeped up and his house got more and more empty, the three boys decided to stay back and help him clean up, knowing that the host himself won't be able to.

"feels like we've been cleaning forever." luke mindlessly says, checking the time. "holy shit. 5 am."

"we need to do something about this, he can't keep doing this to himself." ashton frustratedly stats, picking up what felt like the 500th solo cup on the ground.

"what's it gonna take for him to listen? we've tried so hard." michael says, gathering all the empty bottles of alcohol and throwing them into his recycling bin.

"we all know who he's gonna listen to. but i doubt that she'll ever want to speak to him again."

as the trio take a look at the man currently sprawled against the now empty couch, he begisn to stir, and slowly opens his eyes.

"this," ashton points to the situation in his backyard, "needs to fucking stop. i don't know how many times we have to tell you this."

"i know man, i know. i'm sorry. thank you for helping me clean." calum sheepishly says, now feeling embarrassed at his three best friends stand in front of him in disappointment.

"did, did she show?" calum speaks up again, the tiniest glimmer of hope laced in his voice.

"no. you should know this. she doesn't go to parties anymore."

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bartxnhood · 8 months

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lover of mine | m.g.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: after a long day, you just want to be wrapped in his arms.

warnings: none !

wc: 532

requests open

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michael opens the door to your shared home, he slips his shoes off and drops his keys on the table next to the door. “babe?” he calls out as he walks through the empty house.

usually, you’re in the kitchen or on the sofa binging a new tv show you found, and inevitably get michael hooked on it as well.

but it was dark and quiet with you nowhere to be seen.

he walks through the house, peeking his head in a few rooms as he heads upstairs. just to see if you were maybe in the bathroom or laundry room, but still no sign of you.

as he opens the bedroom door he is met with your figure curled up underneath the duvet with southy and moose at your feet. he sees how your chest is rising and falling steadily so, he assumes you are asleep.

michael walks to his side of the bed, taking everything out of his pockets and resting them on the bedside table, he gingerly raises the duvet and lets himself under.

“mike?” you hum feeling his side of the bed dip. you hear him shuffling on his side thinking he was getting comfortable.

“i’m home..” he says softly, you hear the rasp in his voice and know he was tired. “mm” you sing finding his body heat and curling up by his side. “missed you” you say into the fabric of his shirt.

he pulls you close to his side, wrapping his arms around your figure. you feel his hand come to your back and he draws shapes, “you okay?” he asks, but you only hum in return and then fall silent for a bit.

“bad day, work was rough. i just..don’t know” you sigh. you weren’t good with your words, you could never explain how you felt so oftentimes you’d just keep everything bottled up. “it’s okay..” michael could feel your frustrations and then tension in the air, he was always a good listener but more importantly he could understand your emotions without you even uttering one word.

“im just so burnt out. needed a break” you add. michael is still rubbing your back, then he presses a kiss in your hair. “we all need a break here and there” he reassures, offering some comfort. “mm” you reply.

for a while the both of you fall quiet, listening teach others and breathing with your eyes closed. you never had to say anything sometimes, just being wrapped in each other's arms was enough.

“how was the studio?” you ask, wanting some insight on his day. “good” he answers, but you hear his tired he sounds. he was probably drifting off. “we finished mixing the album, so it won’t be much longer till it’s completed.” you smile, knowing how hard they had been working on this album and how much it meant.

“had i known that i would’ve made dinner to celebrate” you chuckle quietly. “nah” he replies, “this is enough. just having you in my arms is enough for me..” he adds, then proceeds to squeeze you as you laugh.

“i love you, y/n” he says, kissing you softly. “i love you too, michael.”

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riya-kaur · 6 months

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michael gordon clifford.

summary: michael being pampered with love on his birthday

birthday boy.

"wakey wakey, birthday boy!"

you take light footsteps into your bedroom, watching your boyfriend stir in your bed as he taps beside him, hoping to find you laid there.

"over here" you giggle as you stand beside the bed, hovering over him as you hold a wooden tray in your hands.

"good morning" you coo as you watch him sit up on the bed, his back against the head rest. he lets out a yawn as his hands reach up to his eyes, rubbing them open.

"happy birthday, my love" you smile, settling the tray onto his lap.

on the tray displayed: a card, a cup of coffee, a stack of pancakes - which were drenched in butter and maple syrup.

"c'mere" he glows as he reaches for your hand, tugging it lightly. you giggle before walking over to the other side of the bed, slipping back under the duvet and cuddling into his side.

"thank you, baby," he smiles before leaving a kiss on your head. you wrap your arms around his bicep as he goes to pick up his cutlery. "want to share?" he asks. "please" you grin, batting your eyelashes as him.

he cuts a piece before feeding it to you. his fingers soon come up to your lips, wiping up the syrup that had spilt from your mouth. he licks his finger clean before cutting a piece off for himself.

"these are fucking delicious, baby" he lowers his lips on yours, placing a lingering kiss. your hand rises to his cheek, as he deepens the kiss.

the taste of the maple and butter can be sensed from our tongues, as they move together.

you pull away slowly before setting your forehead against michael's. you let your hand stay cupped on his cheek. with placing one more kiss to his nose, you drop your hand back around his arm.

after the breakfast in bed, the both of you had changed into your day outfits, getting ready for the day ahead.

holding michael's hand, you lead him downstairs to the little display you had made earlier on in the morning.

twenty-eight balloons hung from the ceiling, each one tied with photos of michael, some with you, his bandmates, his family, and with the dogs. as well as that stood an illuminated, neon '28' sign. besides that on the kitchen counter sat his birthday cake and an overflowing basket of presents.

"you can open your eyes now, baby," you squeal, waiting for michael's reaction.

you watch as micheal's eyes widen as he takes in everything.

"you're amazing," he coos as he presses his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your front.

you tilt your head to the side, leaving behind a kiss on michael's jaw. "i want you to see this" you leap forward to the balloons, showing michael the pictures that hung on the ballons.

michael's lips turn to an upward smile as he shuffles through the ballons, scanning the pictures. "this one's my favourite." you look over at him, his lips now turned into a smirk as he holds up a picture.

you walk over to him before looking at the picture, a giggle escapes your lips as you look up to your boyfriend.

it was a picture of you both in bali, laid in the white sheets of the bed, the duvet was half thrown over, michael's head was resting on your stomach as he hugged your lower half whilst you laid there in a set that matched the color of the sheets, your arms stretched out in front of you as you took the picture off.

"we have to go back there one day" you smile as the memories of the trip come flooding in. you rise on your tiptoes as you let your arms fall around his neck. his hands fall around your waist as you both stand there in silence.

you peer over michael's shoulder, your eyes falling onto your apple watch, you scrolled through, and went on your voice memos, you clicked play on the most recent recording and it started playing through the speakers.

you feel michael smile against your shoulder. biting back a smile, you pull your head back slightly, michael's head turns to you. he places a kiss on your forehead.

the recording that was playing over you both was the first draft of 'bali', the song michael had written, and the song that held a special place in both your hearts.

michael swayed you in his arms as his eyes fell close, yours doing the shame.

"we'll definitely go back" he hums as he hides his face, nuzzling into your neck.

the two of you sway in each other's embrace for a short while before you remembered that michael still hadn't opened up his presents.

so the two of you were now sitting on the couch, michael was opening up his present, and you watched as he was doing so.

"thank you, baby, i loved everything" he beams as he reaches out for you, gently sliding you over to his side. "you're welcome" you smile placing a kiss to the side of his neck. "i do have one more suprise, it's just a small one," you beam before you take your phone out of your pocket.

michael watches you as you pull up to your messages app, pulling up calum's contact.

the last message he had sent was a video attachment. you clicked on it and turned to michael, shuffling closer to him. you stretched your arms out in front of you both before clicking play.

as the video starts, you can feel michael already smiling, a small giggle leaving his lips as he watches his four best friends lined up on a couch.

"happy birthday, mike!" the four of them say collectively. each one of them have around thirty seconds to give a happy birthday message to michael, some of them reminiscent of the past- bring up their shared memories.

and at the end, they finish off with their 'i love you's'

you looked over at michael, who was grinning like a chesire cat.

"you've outdone yourself, this time" michael beams. he pulls you on his laps, your legs now straddled around him.

"i love you, michael."

"i love you too, baby, so much." he places a kiss on your lips. "thank you for everything," he finishes off.

"you deserve it"

happy birthday to michael!

↪ wanted to get this out earlier :/

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nicksbestie · 7 months

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can you write something where michael and reader go to the eras tour in paris? i just think it would be really cute and maybe the surprise song is the one michael proposed to you with :)

Paper Rings

word count : 1264

warnings : none

Tonight was the night.

You and Michael had managed to get tickets for the Paris Eras Tour show, and there had been next to nothing you were more excited for. It had nearly topped Michael’s excitement over his own upcoming tour, and that was a feat to behold. However, you had no idea that there would be more surprises to come that night. As classic as it was, you both were going with the “Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince” costumes, feeling it was appropriate. You were both so happy with the way that the outfits had come out, and were nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement as you woke up that morning.

Concerts were obviously a big part of your life, with your boyfriend being in a band and being on tour a lot. Even before meeting him you had always loved live music, and with everything being shut down for so long, you were excited to finally get back to it, especially in such a big way with seeing Taylor Swift. The pre-show anxiety was always really heavy but you were so ready this time that it outweighed it. You had spent weeks planning out how you were going to do every little thing, and unbeknownst to you, so had Michael, just in his own little ways.

You had both followed all of the shows so far, seeing all of the surprise songs, groaning at losses of your favorites but cheering at some of the ones that had remained safe. The small amount of Reputation and Lover songs being played as surprise songs worried you a little bit that they wouldn’t be played at your show, but you knew that you’d love whatever you did get as your songs. Besides, you were seeing her in Paris, so you were insanely lucky to even get to go, and you couldn’t really complain.

Waking up in the hotel room that morning, you’d normally want to spend some time curled up, cuddling with Michael, having those sweet, soft, early-morning moments, but not today. You wanted to be ready, as quickly as possible. You had lower bowl tickets, so you didn’t have to get in line or anything for your seats, because there was no pit at the shows, it was all seated, which took a lot of stress off of you. However, you still wanted to be ready as soon as you could because you wanted good photos before you looked like a wreck, a good spot in merch lines, and more.

Michael was just as ready, he had actually been up before you, practically up before the sun was. He had big plans today, and didn’t want to risk you finding out anything about it, knowing that it would ruin his entire surprise. So, he pawned it off as just pure excitement for the show, knowing that you, also being insanely upbeat, would take it as a response easily. Which was exactly what he told you when you asked why he had been up for hours already, quietly slipping the small black box into his back pocket until he could move it to a safer spot without you seeing.

Yes, he was planning to propose. He wanted to do it at just the right time, but he hadn’t figured out when yet. He knew that he was doing it at some point that night, hoping for a really fitting surprise song so that he could do it then, but if they didn’t get a fitting love song and instead got a sad song, he would do it during Bejeweled, most likely. He felt like the jewels fit the scenario of him giving you a ring, and he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he thought about.

Somehow he was able to keep it a secret for almost a month now, not having told anyone, including his band. This was just a you thing, something very special to you and him, and he wanted to keep it that way as long as he possibly could. So, he tried his best to make sure that nothing slipped through the cracks, and he had succeeded so far. He knew this was going to be the best night of his life, because while he was very anxious about asking you to marry him, he knew deep down that you would say yes.

The time between getting ready and leaving for the show passed so quickly, spending nearly the whole time laughing with each other, talking, doing makeup, and making sure that you ate beforehand. Concerts were very draining in energy, so you made sure you water, and all of your items in your clear bag, including bracelets that didn’t fit on your wrists, portable chargers, hair ties, and more random things you decided you might need. Being with Michael, who was fairly forgetful, you had become the master of “just in case”. You finally left, the excitement continuing to build and build as you got closer to the venue.

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The show was going amazingly. You were nearly to the surprise song part, having a wonderful time. You’d traded armfuls of bracelets, knowing that they were possibly cutting into your circulation but just not caring. You were having way too much fun to spend time worrying about it, and you couldn’t even deal with the feeling of anticipation when you realized the last song before the surprise songs were starting. Michael was planning to pop the question during the second one, hoping for two love songs. The grin on his face nearly split wide open when he heard the opening notes of “Mine”, his hope flaring.

The both of you spent the song wrapped up in each other, singing your hearts out, you were crying at some point, both from joy, love, and maybe a mixture of other things that you couldn’t decipher, but you still were having the time of your life. Your hand brushed against Michael’s back pocket, eyebrows furrowing in question as you wondered what he could have in there, considering that it was lumpy. But, as Taylor began speaking before introducing the next surprise song, you didn’t think about it any more. Michael didn’t think that the night could get more perfect or that his luck could’ve gotten any better when the first verse hit his ears. Clearly, the universe was on his side.

“The moon was high, like your friends were the night that we first met…”

You screamed in delight, holding onto Michael’s hand as you jumped around, dancing, singing, placing a kiss on his cheek, absolutely losing your mind but in a good way. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t notice Michael’s hand slipping from your grip, nor did you notice him crouching down, dropping to a knee. The people around you noticed first, shaking your shoulder and screaming, pointing at him. You turned to look, the tears flowing even harder as you realized what was happening.

“I can’t give a speech here, but will you marry me?”

“Michael!”

His face was so red under the lights, blush creeping down to his neck as he anxiously awaited your answer. You frantically nodded, just being able to get out a “Yes!” between the sobs. He slipped the ring onto your finger, standing up and kissing you. As you broke apart, you smiled, him wiping the tears off of your face, his smile getting even bigger as you spoke, looking at the ring.

“Just so you know, I would’ve said yes to a paper ring.”

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1994sunflower · 2 years

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So I know you already answered a question about Y/n going into headspace. But could you like actually make an imagine about it. Like them having sex (like rough rough sex) and then Y/n goes into headspace and the aftermath of having sex with her still in the headspace. You get me?? If you could that'd be awesome but you don't have to.

i have the worst case of writer’s block but i hope this is good! it was both hot and cute to write.

in which you go into subspace

You weren’t neglected. You know you weren’t. Michael dotes on you like a princess and gives you his undivided attention always. But the past week, he had been going out with his friends. At first, you’d basically convinced him to go. He always skips just to be with you and you’d started to feel bad about taking him away from his friends and their guy nights. So you’d told him to go, to have fun. That you’d be fine, you’d wait for him when he came back.

You just didn’t expect it would turn into a guy week where they went out every night. Which also incidentally meant you hadn’t had a night with him in a week. And you hadn’t had sex in a week. And suddenly, against your reason, you felt neglected all the same. You missed him deeply and frankly, you were starting to get frustrated.

But maybe it was a bit selfish to practically hang from him, your arms tangled around his body as he got ready to leave. His friends were waiting but you really couldn’t care less. Especially when he looked so good, all dressed up and ready.

“Why don’t you stay home tonight?” You whined, rubbing your body against his just slightly.

But maybe he knew what you were doing because he picked you up easily, holding you at eye level so your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands moved into his hair. He knew if he let you do whatever it was you were trying, he’d give into you and he’d have some pissed-off and abandoned friends on his hands. But as he took in your pretty face, it started to matter less and less to him. Yet, he tried to be strong anyway.

“Ashton told me I can’t bail. I’m supposed to get there in ten minutes.”

But as you kissed him, you didn’t seem to take that into account. Usually, he was in this position, seducing you while you were the voice of reason. But now it was switched.

“But daddy…” You whined again and at the sound of that word leaving your mouth, Michael cursed under his breath. If there was any uncertainty of what exactly it was you wanted, it was made clear right then.

Before he could respond, breathe out your name in a warning, you wiggled to be set back down, and when you were, back down to reaching just below his chest and craning your head up to look at him. Leaving him staring down at you as you looked at him with the big, naive-looking eyes that always had him weak, playing up the innocence you knew turned him on like no other.

“It’s been so long. Wouldn’t you rather stay home and fuck my pussy.” Your hand was already gripping his girth through his jeans, rubbing and pumping him already. “I’ve been so wet all these days.”

“Y/N…” Michael said your name like it was a curse word. He’d be an idiot to deny you and normally he’d already have you naked on your bed but after so many nights of Ashton’s teasing that he’d bail out sooner or later for you, he had wanted to prove the jackass wrong.

Yet as he took a hold of your wrists, reluctantly, you already seemed to anticipate that. Because you took hold of his hand and pushed it underneath the robe you were wearing where he was able to directly feel both the fact that you weren’t wearing any panties and the fact that you were right, you were wet. In fact, you were nearly soaking his fingers even at the slight superficial rub he gave your mound. And your sensitivity was obvious by your small moan at his subtle touch. And his mesmerization at feeling your pussy at his hand gave you enough opportunity to take his other hand and slide to your chest, under the robe, and fold your hand over his to have him squeeze at your breasts.

“You can do whatever you want to me.” You offered, voice too sweet for the words you were saying, “Please. My fingers don’t fuck me as hard as you do.”

And it was that last sentence, the image of you with your legs open, fingers nested in your cunt while he was away, that snapped his self-control. It drove him wild but good thing wild is how you wanted him.

Michael took you by your waist and unceremoniously chucked you onto the bed. You landed right in the middle of the plush mattress, staring up at him with wide eyes — both surprised at his sudden and brute actions and turned on by that display of strength. This first display of his power over you had your thighs rubbing against each other in need of friction. This was exactly what you had been fantasizing about.

The sides of your robe fell open, exposing you entirely to his eyes. And while he trailed his gaze over your body, focusing on your tits and in between your legs, he focused more on approaching you. Looking much like a predator capturing its defenseless little prey.

“Whatever the fuck I want?” He said, even his voice was more hoarse, rougher. And all you could do was nod. Whatever he wanted.

He never stopped watching you as his rough hands took a hold of your legs and pried them apart. You moaned when his fingers found their way to your pussy, letting his fingers be coated with your wetness. You were always so responsive.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.” He hissed, “Just because I haven’t fucked you in a week? Are you really that fucking needy?” His tone was taunting but he was a hypocrite when he knew he had barely held himself back each time he was around you throughout the week, it was just as much torture for him as well.

You were so sensitive from how horny you’d been for so long, imagining his fingers, his cock, his tongue…anything. You were mewling just by how his fingers explored your pussy and clit. By the time he’d inserted two of his big fingers into you, you’d gasped, eyes closed, mouth open, and back arching. Your legs moved to close involuntarily but Michael’s hands kept your legs in place by your inner thighs. If anything, spreading them open even more. “Keep your fucking legs open.”

If he’d meant to punish you for your impatience, this was when he was doing it. By thrusting his fingers in and out of you at an almost inhuman speed, having you writhing out. You tried to keep your legs open, even using your own hands to keep them spread but the brutal pace of his fingers almost had you blind with pleasure. You were writhing, eyes nearly rolling back. But it felt so good. It was exactly what you wanted.

You felt a sharp slap against your inner thigh when you tried to close your legs. “It’s too much, I ca—I can’t—” And yet there you were, hips rolling against his palm to feel the heel of his hand rubbing against your bundle of nerves. Your wetness was dripping on his hands but you didn’t care. He hadn’t eased you into this or gone slow at first, but you hadn’t wanted him to anyway.

It was only when his fingers curled inside of you along with the addition of a third finger that you could feel the start of your orgasm. Your walls clenched around his fingers, feeling so full already and yet already imagining how much more stretched out you’d be around his cock.

“Yes oh my God. I’m gonna c—”

But then his fingers were gone, leaving your hole empty and clenching around nothing. And your orgasm is cut short right at the edge of it. But you couldn’t even whine or complain because your mouth was stuffed with his fingers.

“Taste how much of a fucking slut you are.”

You could taste yourself on his fingers and he kept them there enough for you to suck his digits clean. He took his time in taking them out of your mouth before forcing them in further, hearing you choke slightly against his digits. Loving the way your throat closed around him and your eyes teared up. It was dirty, you were blushing, and you were sure your brain was short-circuiting at this degrading action he was making you do.

And yet you could only feel your need for him grow deeper and hotter in your belly, making you wetter and your bare pussy trying to find friction uselessly even with just the air. Michael watched you mewl against his fingers, pushing your body closer to him. Michael watched the innocent, wholesome girl everyone else saw as you sucked his fingers, whining for him, the meanest scariest man on campus, to fuck you. He only grew harder knowing the submissive position he currently had that good girl in. Just for him. Forever.

And he was right, you never would have been like this, in this degrading position, before him but now that you’d experienced the pleasure he introduced you to, you were just as insatiable as he was. You even whimpered in pleasure when he finally took his fingers out of your mouth and immediately slapped you with that same hand. Your cheek stung and your face moved slightly at the impact but all it did was make you writhe for him. Until he did it again and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan that just proved how needy you were. He had tainted you a long time ago all for himself, molded you into the perfect slut for him.

He stood directly in front of you, he began undoing his belt and zipper to his jeans. The ones he had just finished putting on. But the sight of his tattooed hands aggressively working them off was hot, you felt yourself clench at the sight.

“Making me miss hanging out with my friends. You’re a bad influence, little one.” He mocked. Your mouth was watering by the time he shoved his pants and boxer briefs off and you finally had his pretty, hard cock in front of you. Finally. Despite how much he had tried to convince himself of his restraint, his tip was oozing precum already. You should have felt sheepish at his words you were too busy staring at his hard cock to care about feeling bad. How could you when everything you had wanted for days, everything you knew he could give you — the pleasure, the domination — was right in front of you.

And with your hands still holding your legs wide open, like you were presenting yourself as just a hole for him, Michael climbed over you, pushing your legs further into your chest, effectively folding you in half. In a way that made your already large size difference even starker. Especially when his body on top of you covered you so completely, making you feel so small, so vulnerable under him. Maybe that was why you were tighter than usual when he entered you in one single thrust.

You gasped but that gasp ended up into broken, stuttering screams when he didn’t give you a moment to adjust to him. Instead, his thrusts picked up at a brutal pace with no build up. Your body was racked with movement as he pounded into you. You couldn’t really formulate a sentence as you felt the fast impact of his hips as he ground them against yours.

His cock was spreading you open, you could feel him rubbing against your walls, feel every curve of him as he reached deeply into you. Your pussy was taking him in greedily, through his big size that had him looking almost squeezed inside of your small hole. He barely fit. You felt so full and you couldn’t help but think how empty you had felt the entire week without this. You were addicted to him.

Especially when his balls slapped against your ass, especially when his weight on you as he drilled into you at that animalistic pace had you almost unable to breathe. Only furthered by his big hand wrapping around your throat, “Is this what you fucking wanted?”

“Ah—” You couldn’t respond. The position had him reaching so deep inside of you, and his rough thrusts were almost bruising. This was too much. But it felt so good.

“Can’t use your big girl words?” He mocked down at you, his voice cold and mean. “Can’t think of anything else other than cock, can you? Such a whore.”

And the sting of humiliation had you clenching around him. Your legs were burning by the time he straightened up. Just to take you by your waist and move you against his cock. Your legs could only wrap around him, begging for him to impale himself deeper into you despite how stuffed you already looked, despite how savage his thrusts were. You still would take more. You just wanted him inside of you. You could already feel the hotness in your belly telling you you were going to come. Hard and violent against his cock in a way no one or nothing else could bring you to.

Your nails scratched down his back as your back arched in response to his expert hips fucking into you. But the pain your scratches brought him only had him cursing out in pleasure and squeezing your throat more, increasing the power in each thrust. You moved away because the pleasure and way your body was being absolutely destroyed was too much for your body. But you couldn’t help but roll your eyes back when he stopped you so easily, controlling your body in a way only he could. Only he was meant for.

Maybe you were the type of girl most would think should be treated delicately. But the domination he had over you, the rough way he fucked you like he didn’t care if you broke, with his size shoving your walls open in this submissive powerless position and his power over you that filled your every sensation, had you mindless. He wasn’t going easy on you and you didn’t want him to. He was fucking you dumb.

“I should make you call them,” Michael growled out, his fingers definitely leaving imprints on your neck. “Hear you tell them I couldn’t come out tonight because I’m too busy with my toy.”

You couldn’t speak, especially with the way he was squeezing your throat, “D-daddy…”

You vaguely heard him curse out under his breath. Glancing down at where you two were connected, at where his cock was ramming into you so fast and so roughly that all he could hear was your juices as his skin resounded against yours. And all he could feel was your walls clamping down against him, warm and wet in a way that had him fighting against them to reach you entirely. Until they tightened around him even more as he felt you cum around him. “Shit. So fucking good.”

Your cries of his name increased in volume and number, as you dug your nails into him in the pleasure you were riding out in your orgasm. And even more when he kept fucking into you in that unforgiving pace without stopping, without letting you come down from your high or saving your poor pussy from that overstimulation in that beating it was taking. So good. He vaguely recognized how your body trembled for him, how your little frame was being ruined for him.

Instead of the sweet little expression you were so well known for, you were wearing a lewd face begging for him to keep fucking you, begging to cum around him again and again, begging to be claimed. His corruption of his good little girl was never more obvious. How could he ever have thought he would have been able to go out tonight when this was what he got when he stayed in. The unimaginable pleasure your pussy held.

He hadn’t realized how pent up he had been too. How annoyed and horny he’d been without fucking you for days until you pawed at him and his body had an animalistic urge to claim you, to make his girl feel good and satiated so much so that you wouldn’t even be able to walk or feel anything besides his load and body on top of you. And he intended to make good on that. His mind was enveloped in that raw domination that he was exuding. You were so easy to manhandle, and control, as he all but lifted you up with his muscular arms, moving you up and down against his cock like you really were nothing more than a doll.

And he thought that was what had him feeling you wetter than usual. Why the squelching of your juices was so much louder, why his entrance into you was just a tiny bit easier with your lubrication — granted, with how big he was and how small you were, it would never be easy; he’d figured after so many years of fucking your perennial tightness. Your wetness and cum had covered his entire cock, white coated the base of him and it smeared your thighs and his.

Until he finally looked down at you and saw the glazed look in your eyes. They were clouded with lust, adoration, and pleasure. Tears of pleasure were falling from your cute cheeks. He wasn’t sure how long your mind had been floating but he knew it when he saw you. He only hoped he hadn’t gone too long without noticing it, hoping he hadn’t hurt you without realizing.

You were moaning louder than before, clinging to him. Your euphoric expression unmistakable. Even your pupils were blown out. The intensity of the pleasure was too much. He’d been so rough, so dominant, your mind had been completely given over to the pleasure and his control. You felt weightless as you let him take every piece of you. Utterly fucked out. It’s why you were moaning louder than before, why your body was pliant for him. The buildup for your second orgasm so much shorter that you could feel you about to explode over your Daddy’s cock again.

But then Michael set you down and he heard you whine loudly. You felt so good, you were making him feel good. You never wanted it to stop. You wanted to milk him, wanted him to make him cum, wanted to have him claim you fully. You’d waited enough.

There was a sense of incoherence to your voice when you clung to him. “Keep fucking your pussy, daddy, please.” You were dizzy. But it felt so good. “Missed you so much.”

Your voice was tiny and Michael looked down at your state. The state that had you vulnerable and completely submissive to him. The state the pleasure he brought you sent you into, the state that told him your trust in him to be in such a defenseless space with him. Part of him loved it when you got like this. You were even more responsive than usual, submitting entirely to him. Claiming yourself as his. Your goal was just to please him. It filled him with pleasure to know he had your complete submission to him. That he’d made you feel so good and safe that he’d fucked you into this transcendence. That right now, he was your everything. So cute. He plunged into your wetness and felt your entire body and mind give themselves to him. His. Completely. Even more so than usual.

And he knew he could never deny you, not with your teary eyed begging. You needed him, needed what he could give you. What you’d been deprived of for much longer than his sweet girl deserved. He’d fuck you nice and good just like you were meant to be fucked.

His thrusts were still rough and fast and dominant as he fucked you into the mattress, just like he knew you wanted. But his hands remained bracketed on either side of you, his meanness cooling down. His own drunk mindset he often got in his dominating position residing. He needed to take care of you, even in this state that would take even the nastiest of his fantasies. But he’d never push you when he knew you’d welcome even pain in this out-of-body experience. Yet, it was hard to do anything about the heavy pride on him to have you under him so high for him.

Your moans sang to him as he ran a hand down to rub at your clit, “Yeah? Feel good? You’re doing so good for me, little one.” His tone had changed. Endearment coated his words, praise — only praise from his mouth now — filled you and you swelled with the feelings that you made him happy, that you were doing a good job for him. “Taking me so well.”

“Take me next time okay, Daddy?” You asked, grinding your hips, your legs around him pushing him deeper into you. You moaned. “I’ll be quiet, I can just keep your cock warm if you want. Your friends won't mind, I promise. I’ll do anything. Whatever you want daddy. Whatever you want. Just never stop fucking me, I’ll be good. I-I’ll be good…nghh”

Michael groaned out at your words, relishing in the feeling of your soaking entrance. You were so wet, it felt so good. You were so good. The picture of him buried in you in public, in front of his friends, had his hips stuttering. “Fuck yeah. Good girl, good fucking girl. I’ll give you what you deserve. Your pussy’s so fucking good, baby. Missed it so much. So much better than anything, I’ll always be here to fuck you. Whenever you want.” He cooed.

He had to crush your duvet in his fist to prevent him from losing his mind again at your dreamy willingness. He had to flex his muscles to stop himself from cumming right then but it only had your cunt squeezing him more heavenly. Everything about him and his strength had you weak and extremely sensitive. Your tongue stuck out needily. The expression, what he’d reduced you to, was too much.

“Fuck I’m gonna—” His eyes closed for a second but he watched to make sure he wasn’t hurting you despite your pleads of harder! fuck me harder daddy. You couldn’t take any harder than he was already going, especially when you came back down from this. But he had to force himself the self-control he had shed as soon as you let him feel below your robe. He was in charge completely right now and he didn’t want to push you too hard. Not when your only goal was to make him feel good, regardless of yourself. You’d agree to anything he wanted at this point. So he had to be the one to look out for you when you couldn’t for yourself.

“You’re going to cum for me again, okay little one? Think you can do that?” The authority in his voice had you nodding to him rapidly. Anything for him. “That’s right, make a mess for me.”

Your eyes were still dazed as his cock hit just the right place deep inside of you. And again and again. He was so good. This was exactly what you needed. You didn’t think you’d ever felt pleasure like this before, it was blinding. Everything was heightened. He was groaning and grunting with each thrust, each time closer and closer to his orgasm. Until he leaned over you, eclipsing your small body entirely. Making you feel so small and dominated that you swore your eyes were trembling.

It was a lot to come again. The wave of it was overwhelming, especially in your headspace, it nearly knocked you out. Your body grew limp but your curling hands, your pushing of your body closer to his, the way you kept crying out yes yes yes showed you were still conscious. You were moaning, whimpering, and gasping. Even Michael felt weak as he came in you, his hips thrusting just superficially as his cum was milked out of him, as your walls pulsed around him to take his entire load. The feeling of filling you up, especially now as you looked like it was the biggest gift possible, had a possessive happiness overtake him. You were his to breed, only he would ever fill you up with his seed and know what you felt like raw and only he would one day fill you up until you were round with his child.

His arms closed around your head on either side as he dropped his head to be just a few inches from your face. Letting the pleasure of cumming, specifically in you, move through him. Your legs around him tightened as if to prevent him from pulling out, forcing him to breed you nice and full as if he was ever going to do anything but that. It really had been too long, he couldn’t fault you for your neediness when suddenly he felt like the most content man in the world. But with you, with all you could give him and make him feel — how hot and right you were, it was hard not to feel lucky and wanting always. He’d never be able to spend so many nights in a row away from you, away from this, it’d be his biggest punishment to himself. Nothing would be worthy of turning this away.

He wasn’t sure how long you’d been going at it but Michael had to physically stop himself from letting his body drop from tiredness from this exercise and crushing you accidentally. You were so small. He was breathing hard and a sheen of sweat covered his torso. He leaned down and kissed your lips, it wasn’t a heavy kiss but it wasn’t a light peck either.

When he pulled away, he also finally left his position on top of you, pulling out and watching the way his cum stayed filling you up. The white remnants of his cream pie covering your pussy, the physical representation of his tainting. It was messy and it was so hot. He wanted to ravish you again but he took a deep controlled breath.

You whined, arms reaching for him. “No! Don’t leave Daddy.”

Daddy. You normally only called him that during sex. He took in your face again, realizing you still hadn’t come back down yet. He passingly wondered just what kind of number he had done on you. He’d only made you cum once and that was enough to send you into your floaty space — and deep into it. Maybe he’d been a bit too rough. Though you knew you loved and wanted that.

Your head lolled limply but only a bit and your grip was weak. Your eyes teared up at the thought of your Daddy leaving you. “W-Was I not good? I—”

Michael kissed your temple. “Of course you were baby.” He said softly, slowly, in a coddling tone. “I’m just going to clean you up okay?”

He waited until you nodded slowly. Checking in on you every step of the way. He was a lot more tender and patient with you, even more than usual. His tone soft and his eyes indulging. Not losing his patience, not getting annoyed. Just perfectly happy to dote on you and help you safely get back to yourself. You couldn’t really move in this natural high, you felt unsteady like you were flying yet you felt the mattress under you. You felt so relaxed and you weren’t sure if it was the sex or the daze you were in.

You felt yourself being lifted in his strong arms and then you had the sensation of water. Of his hands over you but in a different context than before. You didn’t speak when he bathed you, when he wrapped you in a towel and then changed you into your pajamas. Then ran his fingers through your hair, soothingly. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation. He was so gentle. “How’s my girl doing?”

But you didn’t answer him, just gave a slightly dopey-sounding giggle and curled up beside him. All he did was wrap his arms around you and keep you there, his lips near your ear. Sometimes he whispered sweet nothings but your fuzzy brain couldn’t focus on those soft words. Picking up soft murmurs of my pretty girl, always so pretty, my sweet girl.

Until he made you sit up and lifted a glass of water to your lips. Waiting until you obediently swallowed the water. He murmured something about being dehydrated. And then his fingers were in your hair again and you felt like you were being rewarded for being a good girl.

You were still gazing far away with a dreamlike expression when you finally spoke, “I’m your little girl, right Daddy?”

“Mikey.” He corrected. “I’m not Daddy right now, okay?” His voice was no longer the indulgent, almost babying, tone he had when he was still buried inside of you. He was still patient. But you’d been gone under for too long. He needed you back now. You were too deep but now that he’d taken care of you, he was going to try to bring you back to the surface so he could continue taking care of his girl.

You pouted, lower lip jutting out. “B-But you’re my Daddy.”

And Michael just kissed your cheek, holding you close enough until his nose brushed against yours and you were forced to stare directly into his eyes. “Yes. But right now I’m Mikey. Come back to me, okay, Y/N? I’ve got you.”

He waited until your eyes started to focus again, talking to you until you seemed lucid enough to understand him. Until you finally were able to take into your surroundings despite the receding fog.

Michael’s hand was rubbing your back gently as he stared at you, watched you blink, and take deep breaths in. You were a bit shaky.

“Are you okay?” He asked and smiled when you nodded. “Do you need anything?” He again waited until you shook your head.

"Welcome back, baby.”

“I love you, Mikey.” You smiled at the soft kisses he left on your face. Your heart was warm at the way he took care of you — helping you relax with his sweet aftercare until you started to come out of it., the way he was gazing at you still with the most caring eyes. You let yourself be laid nearly on top of him, your head resting on his chest. “Thanks for staying home with me. That was so good. It was exactly what I wanted. I just didn’t expect…” You laughed weakly.

You sounded so exhausted, mentally and physically. He didn’t blame you.

“I love you too, princess. Let’s get some sleep. You need to rest. I’m staying home tomorrow night too.”

He felt his cold heart come alive when you whispered a small ‘yay’ just as you drifted off. He thought they’d have to drag him out bloody and near death before he’d ever leave you so lonely and needy for so long again — so much so you’d gone into your headspace so easily. Not when he could fix both things, not when he felt the same way and preferred to give you everything your goodness deserved over doing anything else anyway.

#5sos #5sos smut #5sos imagines #michael clifford #michael clifford imagines #michael clifford smut #michael clifford x reader #bad boy smut #bad boy michael #rough smut #5sos fluff #bad boy fluff #michael clifford fluff #college au

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tcmmoway · 7 months

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graffiti [michael clifford x fem!reader]

warning: this is my first thing i ever wrote, so dont expect it to be good please

summary: michael and y/n are together in high school, but michael is the bad boy off their class. y/n is the high school sweetheart who enjoys art. michael has a huge crush on her, and asks her on a date where they go spraypaint.

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michael walked into class with his best friends, calum and ashton, as he walked in he was watching you, he always watched you. when he sat down behind you, he sighed watching you draw in your sketchbook as usually.

as you were drawing, luke sat down next to you, he was your best friend off all time. "he is watching you again y/n." he told you, you started to blush and look up from your sketchbook.

even thought michael was one off the most feared boys at your school, dated more girls then one hand can count, he would shit his pants if he wanted to ask you on a date. you were to perfect for him, to good for him.

"michael pay attention to class please." the teacher told him, he was lost in his tought again, thinking about you. "just ask her on a date already man, it would be to easy for you." calum told him, michael sighed, it wasn't as easy for him as they tought.

after class you and luke were already trying to walk out off the classroom, until someone stopped him, ashton, michael his friend. after he whispers something in luke his ear, luke started to smile and ashton grinned.

"y/n i i have to pick something up at the art classroom, are you walking with me?" luke asked and you nodded, walking to the artroom.

when you arrived luke did not walk in with you. "aren't you coming?" you asked him and he just grinned, when you turned around michael stood there.

"looks like they've brought you here i see." he chuckeld and walked over to you. "what are you doing here?" you asked him, looking confused.

"y/n i've liked you for a really long time now but i was to scared to ask you on a date." he said, toying with his fingers, they were dirty with paint on them. "would you like to go on a date with me, please?" you just giggeld. "yes of course." you smiled and walked over to him.

"oh great i tought you would say no." he finally looked up, looking you in the eyes. "oh michael don't be so silly." you laughed and grabbed his hand, looking at them. "do you paint a lot? since your hands look so dirty." you asked him and he nodded. "graffiti."

you smiled and looked up at him again. "i also like art a lot." he smiled then. "would you like me to take you there?" he asked you. "yes i would love that." you said and he smiled. "after school i will take you there alright? let me bring you to your next class so you wont miss it." he said, and he brought you to class.

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"ready to go?" he asked you when the two of you walked out off class. "yes of course." you smiled at him, walking to your locker, when all of suden luke stood next to michael. "take good care of her will you?" he told michael, and he just laughed. "i'm serious michael." he then said. "i will take good care of her don't worry luke." he said smiling grabbing your hand.

when the two of you walked out of school, you two went straight to his car. he let you step in, and then walked to his seat, sitting down and starting the car. as he drove away, you looked at him, and he smiled back to you.

when he parked the car, the two of you were at a trailerpark. you stepped out of the car, looking around. "welcome to my sketchbook." he smirked takeing your hand and walking to a wall. you looked the eyes out of your head, the artworks on the wall were amazing. "you made this?" you asked him, he smiled proudly and nodded.

"i see you finally asked her on a date." calum said, as he walked up to the two of you. "well yeah, i guess i did." he smiled and calum handed him a bottle off spray paint. "you are into graffiti too?" you asked calum. "only if someone intresting is around." he grinned and walked away. "don't mind him please." michael told you and you nodded.

"so what are you going to make?" you asked him as you sat down on the ground. "whatever you want me to make princess, hand me your sketchbook please." you grabbed your backpak, getting your sketchbook out, handing it to him.

as he looked trought it, you saw him smile, mulitpale times. "so you love drawing me i see?" he grinned, as you blushed. "well- uh- yes." you said as he sat beside you. "we can make this." he said as he showed you the page of a drawing of yours, it was a drawing off a bouqet flowers. "we?" you asked him. he lauged. "yes we y/n, a date isn't a one person thing."

you stood up, and watch him grabbing more spraypaint. "mikey i really want to, but i'm not good at this. and isn't it sort of illegal?" you asked him and he grinned. "well yes, but that doesn't take away the fun." he said as he handed you some paint, and you giggeld.

he learnd you how to work with the paint and together the two of you made an amazing painting. when the two of you were done, michael walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. you blushed as you looked at his action. "we did an amazing job, don't you think?" he smiled as you nodded.

"now lets get you home princess." he said as he let go of you. the others had already left and it was starting to get colder. you grabbed your stuff and as michael could read your mind he gave you his sweater. "i don't want you to get cold." he smiled as he took you to his car, driving you home.

"thank you for this michael, it was amazing." you told him when he parked his car infront of your house. "of course, will i see you at school tomorrow?" he asked you and you smiled. "yes, well i will see you tomorrow." you told him, and when you were on point of leaving his car, you gave him a kiss on his cheek and then left his car, disapering in to your house.

michael stayed in his car, blushing as he watched you leave. "she likes me." he said to himself as he smiled and drove away.

#5sos #5sos angst #5sos fluff #5sos imagines #michael clifford #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford fluff #bad boy michael #bad boy angst #bad boy fluff

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irwinsblender · 5 months

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introduction

hi everyone!! i’m lauren, i’m 20, from the uk and my pronouns are she/her! i’m mostly new to tumblr, i’ve been on here more for reading other fics rather than posting/interacting myself. but i will hopefully be starting to write on here soon :)

a little bit about me:

i love to write and read. i like going to concerts and i love to travel. i also have just got into cross stitching which i’m really enjoying atm :)

i love music, a few of my fav artists are 5sos (of course), coin, ruel, louis tomlinson, niall horan, harry styles, jonas brothers, flor and måneskin.

i’m a marvel and disney fan too, my favourite disney movie is tangled and my favourite marvel characters are bucky and loki. when it comes to movies/series i do also love watching horror!

i’m also a big fan of tennis, which i have been watching for quite a few years now. so (if) anyone likes tennis, my two fav players are jannik sinner and andrey rublev!

i’d love to make some more writing friends, so i’ll try and get some fic posted soon :)

for now, here are a few of links to my other socials:

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sinning5sos · 8 months

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angst | Michael

Requested: Yes but A LONG TIME AGO. this was sitting in my drafts WHOOPS

“Can you do an angsty piece where y/n & Michael are best friends but he’s dating someone he doesn’t love?”

Word Count: ~2.5k

Smut: no :/ just angst

“I just, I don’t know what to do with him.” You vented to your friend, and she nodded her head as she spun her coffee around in her fingers, “There’s so many different signs, like his parents keep saying that I am so good for him and that they want us together, his siblings love me and they want us together, but he’s still dating her.”

“Yeah, but she’s no good for him. Hell, his family doesn’t even like her. They absolutely adore you because you continuously push him to be better, and he does the same for you. You guys are so good for each other, you guys are best friends, you two are so cute together and honestly it’s like you’re dating already.” She said, and you sighed as you shook your head.

“It’s not fair to her or him. They’re not good for each other, but every time I try to talk about it - he just gets like...defensive? I don’t know how to phrase it. He’s never upset with me, more that he’s upset with himself.” You said, and a frown etched onto your face.

“Yeah, because he knows he shouldn’t be with her. Plus he never sees her,”

“That’s not either of their faults.” You interrupted and she shot you a pointed glance,

“Oh it kind of is. They broke up already, there was a reason for that - do you remember? He broke up with her. And look, the only reason that he even got back together with her was out of pity. He doesn’t love her, and they’re better off as friends. He loves you, he just doesn’t want to address it because of the fact that he’s still with her.” She snapped back and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t know,” You muttered, and she chuckled. She raised the coffee up to her lips and sipped at it, and set it back down dramatically.

“No, you do know. You know that you guys would be so good for each other and that you two belong together. You know that you have feelings for him, you just don’t know how to go about them. So stop saying you don’t know,” She said, a small smile on her face as you stuck your tongue out at her.

“No words? It’s because I’m right.” She said, and you dryly laughed as you slumped in the chair.

“Help,” You whined, and she smiled as she reached across the table and squeezed your hand.

“What’s her address?” She said seriously, and then started laughing as you swatted her hand away, “No but really. You just have to wait it out. If he was in love with her and she was good for him, it’d be different. But you guys belong together, and eventually he’ll realize it. Just be there for him now, be his friend and then it will work out.”

“Things always have a way of working out for you in some bizarre yet fantastic way. I guarantee that something is going to happen, he’s going to have a moment of realization that he should be with you, and you will end up together.” She said, and you nodded as you looked down at the cup in your hand.

“I hope you’re right, I don’t think I can take much more of this.”

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“Mikey, are you here?” You called out as you walked into his apartment, and set your keys down on the end table. His shoes were at the door, his keys up on the rack as well and you frowned as you looked around downstairs but still hadn’t found him. You heard something shatter upstairs, and immediately went up to find the source of the sound, “Michael?”

“Bedroom,” His voice came from behind his bedroom door, and you walked down the hall and knocked on it gently as you opened it.

“Hey bub,” You said, and you saw the shattered picture frame near the wall first, and then you saw him. He was sitting at the edge of his bed, his shoulders slumped forward as he looked down at the ground. His leg was bouncing quickly, his hands clasped together, “What’s going on?”

“She fucking cheated on me, she slept with someone at school.” He muttered, his head staying down and you gasped quietly as you brought your hands up to your face. You could hear the brokenness in his voice, the complete and utter betrayal evident. You walked over to him and sat beside him on the bed and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m sorry Mikey,” You whispered, and he leaned into your touch. His shoulders lifted as he took a deep breath, before he pulled away and sat up straight again. You wiped at the tears in his eyes as he looked at you, before he was looking down again.

“I should have fucking known,” He snapped, and you shook your head as you brought your hand up to the side of his head and ran your fingers through his hair, it always seemed to help calm him down, “God everyone’s going to fucking say I told you so,”

“Nobody is going to say that bub,” You whispered, and he scoffed as he pushed off from the bed and began to pace. You folded your hands in your lap as you watched him. You knew that he had to work off the anger, to just rant and vent and then he’d be a little bit better.

“Everybody is going to fucking say that. My dad especially, we just got into an argument last week about how she’s not good for me. I’m so fucking stupid,” He snapped and you frowned but continued watching him.

“Jesus Christ, how could I have been so stupid? ‘No Michael, he’s just a friend. You’re being paranoid.’ ‘No Michael, you’re overreacting.’ ‘Michael, I’m with you - not him’. God, I honestly can’t believe that I fucking listened to her. And after everything that I’ve done for her? Fucking bullshit.” He snapped, and groaned as he stopped and looked at you.

You gave him a soft smile and shrugged your shoulders.

“What’s going through your mind right now?” He muttered, and you shook your head. He began pacing once again, and you pursed your lips as you really were trying to figure out what was going through your mind at this point.

On one hand, you were furious. So furious that she could hurt someone like Michael, that she could even think of cheating on him when he thought the absolute world of her. You couldn’t believe that she could have done this to him, but you let your anger fade away as you realized you needed to be strong for him.

On the other hand, this may be a blessing in disguise. Not for the fact that you wanted to be with him, but for the fact that he was finally rid of her. He could now grow and flourish once more, instead of being held back by her.

“Please, I need to hear someone else’s voice right now. And you always know what’s best for me, so tell me what you’re thinking.” He murmured, and you sighed as you nodded.

“I’m so sorry that it had to go down like this Mikey, but in the long run...I think that this is good for you. Granted right now, it’s shit. But Mikey, you broke up with her the first time around for a reason. Why did you get back together with her?”

“Because her grandpa had just died and she needed someone,”

“So you got back together with her out of pity, right? Not because you still loved her. You guys were great friends, but terrible for dating.” You interrupted and he rolled his eyes but nodded, “I think that you can take this as an opportunity now to move on, to let that part of your life go.”

“Okay,” He mumbled, and you stood and went over to him. You cupped his face in the palm of your hands and looked up at him.

“I’m sorry Mikey, I am. You deserve so much better and she’s a goddamn idiot for this. But this will be okay, I promise.” You said, and he gave you a soft smile.

“You’ve always been so good to me, I freakin love you.” He murmured, and you smiled back up at him as you dropped your hands and wrapped your arms around him. He followed your actions and hugged you back, and kissed your cheek as you hummed gently.

“I love you too. You’re my best friend. I’m always going to be good for you, and I’m always going to be there for you - no matter what.” You said, and pulled away. The smile from his face faded as he got lost in his thoughts, before he was leaning forward to press his lips against yours.

You held your hand up and shook your head, and his mouth fell open in shock as he pulled away, “Michael, no. Not right now. I don’t want to just do this because of what just happened. Take some time, figure some things out and then we can talk.” You whispered, and his face fell as he backed away.

“God, that was a mistake. I’m so sorry, I just..it felt right.” He muttered, and he slumped back down onto the bed and you smiled as you walked forward and he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tightly.

“It wasn’t a mistake. That’s why I want you to wait. I want you to figure yourself out first, I want you to take time for yourself. To really think this through, okay? I’ll still always be here for you, no matter what you decide.” You said, and kissed the top of his head as you backed away slightly and crouched in front of him.

“I really guess I should have listened to my mom, huh?” He said, and attempted to joke but you shook your head.

“She always does know what’s best for you. But we can talk about that later. Right now, let’s go play some of those dumb video games and I’ll order us some take-out, okay?” You said, and he nodded as you stood. You offered your hands out and helped him stand, and he took a deep breath as he looked at the shattered frame on the floor.

“I’ll fix it. Go downstairs,”

“Can you clear out some of the pictures or just things of hers? Don’t throw them away, just...hide them. Please,” He murmured, and you nodded as he squeezed your hand gently in thanks and you nodded as he walked out of the bedroom. You sighed as you looked around at the room as you attempted to distinguish things of hers and pull them out, to try and remove some of the traces of her she left behind.

* * *

It had been a few weeks since Michael had found out that his ex had cheated on him, and you had been giving him some space to figure out what he wanted. It had been weird, the two of you talked every single day and saw each other at least five out of the seven days in a week - but you decided that space was best.

You missed him, that was obvious. Your nerves had been going crazy the more that the two of you didn’t speak. You were wondering what was going through his mind, what he was thinking about and what he was ultimately going to decide.

You had talked it over with your other friends, weighing the options and you were still unsure of what to do. You wanted to be with Michael, you loved him more than anything but you needed to put him first instead of your own feelings.

You sprawled out on the couch as you continued talking on the phone with your friend over what to do, and listened to what she thought of the matter.

“Well, it’s like what I was telling you about… what was that nearly six months ago? You had to wait it out, and you have. You stuck by his side, you were there for him when things didn’t work out between them and you’re still there for him now.”

“Yeah I get that, but I still don’t want to just be a rebound for him. I want him to figure things out for himself instead of just going straight for me, you know?”

“Yeah yeah, but you guys are still going to end up together.

“Don’t jinx it,” You muttered and you heard her scoff on the line.

“Yeah, I doubt I could jinx it. How did his parents react?”

“Well, I talked with his mom last week and they were pissed that she cheated on him, but they were also happy that the relationship was over. She even made a little comment that hopefully now he’ll realize what he’s had in front of him this entire time,” You said, a small smile on your face as your friend shrieked slightly over the phone.

“I told you. Every single person that’s involved with the two of you, wants the two of you together.” She said, but your phone vibrated and you pulled it away to see who else was calling you.

“Hey, it’s him. I’ll call you back later tonight,” You said, and she mumbled out a quick goodbye as you ended the call and switched over to answer him, “Hey bub,”

“Hey, can I come over?”

“Yeah, obviously. How far away are you?” You asked, and he chuckled slightly as you heard a horn honk outside of your house.

“I’m in your driveway already,”

“Then get in here you goof,” You said, smiling as you hung up the phone and got up to go over to the door. You opened the door and watched him walk up to your place, obviously holding something behind his back and you leaned against the doorframe as he stood in front of you.

“Hi bub,” You greeted him, and he smiled down at you as he rolled forward on the balls of his feet before he took a deep breath.

“Wow, I’m nervous about this. Can I take you out on a date?” He asked, and your smile grew wider as he pulled out flowers from behind his back. Tulips, your favorite.

“Mikey, we’ve gone out on countless fake dates.” You said, and he nodded as you took the flowers from him.

“Yeah, but I don’t want this to be a fake date. I want this to be real, I want us to be real. I’ve really thought about this the past few weeks, and I realized that I want it to always be us. I want to take you out on a real date because it’s what you deserve. So, will you go out on a date with me?” He asked, and you smiled.

“Michael Clifford, I would love to go out on a date with you.”

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lovermine · 2 years

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promising forever, clifford

desc: michael’s been sure she’s the love of his life for long enough, it was time for him to make the next big move when it came to promising forever

warnings for: a whole lot of tooth rotting fluff

michael feels bad for those unlucky enough to have not befriended her, or those that had lost her company in the past. because to those who don’t know her had never felt her grace. the kindness she showed to the people she encountered. she helped when she could, whether it was random chores around a house that she doesn’t even live in, or a shoulder to cry on when you had nobody else. every minute michael had come to know her he had fallen more in love. with the emotions inside of her, the moments where he could laugh with her over a great day, or the days where he held her after life had dealt a shit hand. and he fell in love with every inch of her skin, explored under moonlight nights with soft touches and whispers of love.

to michael, she was the blood pumping through his veins, the strength in his bones when he had his own shit hand. when he was missing home on tour and she would fall asleep on call with him, send him videos throughout the day recounting what she was doing so just for a minute, it felt like he was there with her. when nothing was going right in the studio and her fingers danced across his skin in all the right places to help him decompress. and she was the constant by his side throughout the good too, when their new single hit number one and she had run into his office to congratulate him the minute they found out, when they had bought their first house together and insisted they christen every room in the house with large smiles and promises of forever.

it was those promises that had brought him to this moment, when the assurances of their always were as strong as ever. his fingers play with the small black box in the pocket of his jacket, foot tapping along to the music playing over the speaker as he awaits her to come home from her night out with friends. she had insisted on coming home early, despite him telling her that he didn’t mind spending the night alone if she wanted to truly let loose. but she had never felt more free unless she was with him, she said. and he knew tonight was the night.

he hears her keys jingling on the other side of the door from his spot in the living room, casting a quick glance to the area he had set up in the garden over the past few hours before making his way to the hallway where he could greet her as she came in,“mikey!” her smile widens as soon as she meets his eyes, dropping her keys onto the small table by the door she could wrap her arms around him.

“hey, sweetheart.” he mumbles into the material of her dress as he rests his head against her shoulder, the dark green fabric reminding him of the time she had worn it out when the band had been celebrating another success. he can smell her perfume as he holds her close, ignoring the small voice inside of him that tried to tell him it could be the last time. she loved him, he knew that. but the weight of the box in his pocket still sent his nerves sky-rocketing. “how was your night?”

“was fun, i missed you though.” he pulls back to admire her face, every feature having being studied extensively by him through their relationship, yet her beauty still managing to catch him off guard every time his eyes meet hers.

“i missed you too.” he mutters with a sigh, as if finally having her with him takes a load of weight of his shoulders. it definitely felt like it did, she had a special way of making him feel like all his problems melted away. he finally presses a kiss to her lips for the first time since she walked through the door, hand on her hip squeezing slightly before he pulls away to slot her hand into his. “i have something to show you.”

“oh god, what did you do?” she giggles as he leads her down the hallway,

“you’ll love it, hopefully.” her eyes widen in surprise when they step into the living room, gaze landing on the set up in the garden they can see through the sliding doors. there are candles set up everywhere, on the patio chairs, the floor, the tables and along the fence. they glow into the night and from afar, they almost look like resting fireflies.

“michael?” she questions as he leads her into the middle of all the candles, standing in front of her with a nervous smile on his face.

“i uh..” he cuts off whatever questions she was about to ask, rubbing his palms on his jeans. the nerves that he felt in the hallway seem to be slipping away as he starts thinking about what to say, knowing that whatever he said was coming straight from his heart, that his statement of profound love was the easiest thing he could ever think about because it was all he did. he’s convinced it’s his life purpose to love the woman in front of him. “i’m not sure a lifetime is long enough to truly show you how much i love you, you’re my inspiration, my motivation, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you because i can’t imagine a day without hearing your voice, or thinking about when i’m going to be able to hold you next.” he takes her hands in his, flicking his eyes between hers that are looking at him with the most sincere amount of admiration that he thinks he could ever recieve and the way her fingers are tracing over his tattoos on his hands, probably being able to sense his nerves. “i’ve found myself thinking a lot lately about what’s next for us, because everyday with you feels like another step in the right direction. i want us to have the life that we’ve spent countless sleepless nights talking about, having our own family one day and experiencing every new adventure life will bring us.” michael lets out a deep breath he had been holding as he moves to get down on one knee, her free hands now moving up towards her face that is contorted into a mix of recognition and surprise. a quiet giggle leaves her lips as she realises what is happening, heart beating so loudly in her chest that she’s scared it’s going to drown out his words. “i love you so much it gets overwhelming in the best way possible, and it’s the only thing i ever want to feel, so will you marry me?”

“there is no doubt in my mind that we are forever, michael.” she places her hands on his wrists to gesture him to stand up, “of course i’ll marry you!” her voice almost cracks with tears as he takes her in his arms, both of them laughing with the highest feeling of glee that they had ever felt before. every moment in their lives, the ones before they had even met, had been a rollercoaster edging it’s way to the top just before the long drop, and this moment was the feeling of exhilaration crashing down onto them.

“i love you so much.” michael mutters, taking her face in his hands so he can press kisses to every inch of her face.

“i love you, and our family.” she whispers into the night, inching her face closer to his as she kisses him once again. she watches as his eyes flash with confusion for a moment when they pull away, processing her words.

“our family?”

“i was gonna wait to tell you..set up a whole thing.” she laughs at the idea now, knowing that no moment would have been more perfect than now, when they had confessed their desire to be bound in marriage beside candlelight under the sky of their shared home. neither of them are fans of the large romantic gestures, or at least the ones in public, confessing their love for one another was something they preferred to be theirs alone. “but i found out yesterday, michael, i’m pregnant.”

“oh my god,” a smile takes over his face and even though she had never feared his reaction, it brings her a sense of relaxation now that he finally knows. there was no explicit trying for a baby, but they both knew that they had been getting sloppy when it came to protection and when neither of them questioned it, it was almost like a silent agreement that they were ready for that step. maybe it was the same feeling he felt when he was getting ready to propose, knowing that they were absolutely ready for the large commitments because they were ones they never dreamt of experiencing with anyone else. “we’re having a baby!”

“we’re starting a family, mikey.” her pointer finger caresses the stubble on his cheek as she holds his face between her palms, admiring the wide smile and all his features that she wishes their child would inherit.

“i love you, both of you, with absolutely everything i have.” michaels voice drops to a whisper as he mutters into the night, as if the words are meant for her and her only. because they are, for her and the unborn child. the woman in front of him filling his heart with so much love it was almost painful, but it was a pain he never wanted to go away.

“we love you too.”

vai's thoughts: i absolutely love how this started but i kind of hate the ending, but michael is my baba and i need someone to be in love with me the way he’s in love with his girl in this fic. enjoy <3

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hemmingslftv · 2 years

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releasing the finals stress - mgc

Word count: 4.1k

Warning: rudeness, swearing, dirty talk, basically pure smut (18+)

Requested: no but requests are open! Plase send them my way I have been having a lot of inspiration lately

A/N: so I had my exams of this med school semester and I was super frustrated and stressed and I started writing and this happened, I guess I wish this had happened to me. English isn’t my first language so I apologize for any errors. Feedback is always appreciated <3 enjoy!

Masterlist

It’s finals season again, and you were cursing yourself for not having studied more before, again. Every time was the same, you cared a lot about your performance on your tests but you were also a professional procrastinator. So, when there were only a few weeks left for your exams you started to panic and spent 18 hours of the day studying, 6 sleeping, and that was it. And that’s exactly what you had done this time.

It was currently 11 PM. You had gotten tired of sitting on your chair all day and had moved your books to your bed. You were trying so hard to understand a certain part of your subject when the doorbell rang. “Ugh” you muttered getting up. You opened the door and found Michael standing on the other side.

“I brought you dinner” he barely had the time to say before you were closing the door on his face. He reacted quickly stopping you and stepping into your apartment without permission. You shook your head no while you headed to your room. “Are you just gonna ignore me?” he questioned following you.

“Goodbye Michael” you said not even turning around to face him.

“That’s what you say when your best friend buys you dinner?”

“You know I don’t have time for this now” you stated as you sat on your bed again preparing to continue studying.

“You haven’t answered my texts in days, I was getting worried”

“Oh and so you thought since I didn’t have time to answer texts I would have time to have dinner with you?” you asked with a disbelief tone.

“Hey, you’re being kind of rude” Michael said as he sat on the side of the bed behind you. “I just wanted to make sure you were fine”

“Well I am clearly not fine. I have 5 days left for my first test and I still have all of this to memorize” you signaled to all the books on your desk and bed, “so unless there’s any way you’re gonna help me to remember all of this quicker, if you’ll excuse me” you said putting on your headphones and turned your back on Michael ready to ignore him.

“Oh, c’mon! You’re gonna nail your tests, you always do. But you need to take care of yourself too if you want to succeed at anything, you can’t forget that” he said knowing that you could still hear him with the headphones on. “I’m sure you haven’t even eaten all day, I’m not gonna leave until you have dinner with me”

“Then you’re gonna have to wait like a month just sitting there” you stated.

“Oh my god, y/n! you’re being so stubborn” Michael said starting to get desperate.

“I’ve always been and always will be, if you don’t like me you can stop being my friend. Now go” you said pointing at the door.

“You really need to relax, geez”

“Ugh, you’re annoying me Michael! I just need to study and then I’ll be fine, okay?” you said raising your voice.

“Don’t yell at me, y/n” Michael said trying to stay calm, he knew that your anxiety was speaking for you. “You know that’s not how it works, you are so tense! Let me help you relax, please” he got closer to you and put his hands on your shoulders making you jump at the sudden contact.

“Don’t” you tried to say but Michael was already massaging your shoulders and you couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side melting at his touch.

“See? This feels good, right? Your muscles are so tense” you moaned quietly at the feeling and Michael’s heart accelerated at that sound but he chose to ignore it.

“I really can’t, Michael, I need to study” you said again but with the softest tone you had used so far.

“Shhh” Michael almost whispered continuing the massage. “It’s just for a couple hours, I miss my bestie” he said after a few minutes, when he noticed your breath was less agitated.

“I miss you every time you’re busy and I just have to bear with it. This is important for me”

“I know, of course it is, but it’s my job to help you through times like this so you don’t like die of anxiety or something” he said making you giggle. “There you are!” he cheered and you couldn’t help but smile. “So?”

“Fine! But you can only stay for dinner and once we’re done you’ll leave, okay?” you said turning to face him.

“Yes!” he said with a grin on his face. “Can I get my hug now?” he asked and you shifted your position and gave him a tight hug. Michael served dinner while you took a quick shower.

“Sorry I took so long, I almost fell asleep in the shower” you said as you entered your living room. Michael couldn’t help but notice your pyjamas were shorter than the ones you were wearing before and how your hard nipples peeked through your sleeveless shirt.

“See? You need to rest more” Michael said handing you your plate and trying to clear his head while you sat on the couch next to him. He knew he shouldn’t think about his best friend that way but he just couldn’t help it.

“I know but I just can’t, I need to push through or I’ll fail. I should have started studying earlier but I was busy touring the world with someone” you said pointing at him.

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” Michael asked pretending to be offended.

“Of course it is!” you both laughed. His laugh was your favorite sound in the whole world. The next minutes were spent talking, you complaining about college and he explaining the new sound of the 5sos songs they were writing lately.

“But have you slept at all?” Michael asked as he noticed how dark your under-eye circles were.

“Not really. I can’t stop my mind from racing when I go to sleep and I’ve been having nightmares every night, but I’m coping with it, really, it’s nothing new”

“That’s not how it should be, y/n. You shouldn’t have to suffer this much” Michael pouted and a small grin appeared on your mouth.

“You’re so cute when you worry about me, did you know that?” Michael blushed at your words and looked down at his plate, then up at you again.

“Oh, you have some food on your nose” he said as he leaned in closer to you. He brushed the food off your face with his finger and before any of you realized, he was kissing your lips softly. You didn’t even have time to kiss him back before he pulled away.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry y/n, I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry” he said not being able to look at you. “I’ll just leave” he continued with the intention of getting up.

“Hey, hey, wait” you said still a bit in shock. “It’s okay, I didn’t mind that at all. In fact, I would do it again but maybe letting me kiss you back this time” you smiled at him.

“Really?” he asked while he scratched the back of his head, a red tint covering his cheeks.

“Mmhh” you nodded and before he said anything else you got up and sat on his lap straddling him. You moved his hand to your hip and now it was you playing with the hair at the back of his head. He gulped quickly changing his gaze from your chest to your face, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“What are you doing, y/n?” he said with a shaky tone.

“You said you wanted to help me relax and this would very much help” you said as you moved your hips towards him so that you would both feel some friction. A small noise escaped his lips at the feeling making you grin.

“Wait, do you really want to do this with me? I mean if this is just because I kissed you it’s fine if you don’t want to do anything” he asked confused.

“Of course I want to Michael, you kissed me but it’s not like you’re forcing me to do any of this” you said repeating the movement of your hips a few times almost as if you were riding him slowly.

“Oh my god” he muttered. “I, I can’t do this, y/n”

“What? Why? I mean I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just thought you kissed me and I’ve noticed the way you look at me when I’m showing a bit more skin or wearing a tight dress. So I thought, I don’t know, are you not attracted to me?” you asked moving back a bit so that there was more space between you too, suddenly feeling shy and scared you had misread the situation.

“Of course I am. You haven’t made me uncomfortable It’s just that I am already so head over heels for you” he said not being able to make eye contact with you. “I don’t think I’d survive having sex with you and then acting like friends again. I can’t do the friends with benefits thing with you, I’m sorry” he confessed.

“So what you’re saying is that you love me and that’s why you don’t want to fuck me, Michael Clifford?” you asked surprised. You had never thought he reciprocated your feelings. Sure, you knew there was some tension between the two of you but you never believed there were feelings on his side.

“I-I guess, y/n. And I know you don’t feel the same way and it’s fine, it really is. But I want to keep being your best friend because you are one of the most important people in my life and I don’t think I can if we do this” you got closer to him, placed your hand on his jaw and tilted his head up slightly to make sure he was looking at you.

“I love you too, idiot” you confessed back with the biggest grin on your face.

“You do?” Michael asked in disbelief

“Of course I do! Do you think I would travel to literally anywhere just to be with you even though that might mean I fail my tests if I didn’t?” he smiled back at you and you close the space between your mouths pressing your lips to his. The kiss quickly heated as you moved your mouths perfectly synchronized. Your tongue asked for permission to enter his mouth and he opened his lips letting you in. He grabbed your hips with his other hand as well trying to push you down so he could feel you better. You were already a little bit wet and you could feel his member starting to get hard. Michael broke the kiss and you whined.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We really don’t have to” he asked again.

“Yes, Mike, I’m sure”

“Okay. I haven’t done this in a long time so I don’t know if I’ll be good at it” he explained with a quiet tone and blushed once again. You had noticed Michael never really spoke to you about sex. It’s not like it was taboo because you had shared a couple of experiences with him, so you figured it was probably because he didn’t feel comfortable speaking about his personal experiences with you, but you never thought it was because he wasn’t having sex.

“That’s okay, let’s just have fun”

“I really don’t know if it’ll meet your expectations” he sighed and you could tell he was getting very nervous about this.

“Hey, baby” you said making you both shiver at the pet name, the situation feeling new but right. “I’m still me, okay? Your bestie. There are no expectations here, literally none” before he could even reply you started to kiss his neck and behind his ear, you knew he had a sweet spot the guys always teased him about there. And you found out he sure did when he let out a low groan as you kissed it. You kept leaving sloppy kisses all over his chin and neck so that he could see how eager you were to finally have him. Your hands trailed the muscles on his abdomen under his shirt while you kissed and you moved back so you could remove it. Michael took the chance to kiss your neck down to your chest. You moaned softly at his actions and Michael cupped your breasts over the shirt, playing a bit with your already hard nipples. “I love your nipples” he mumbled against your chest, sending vibrations all over your body “they’ve always turned me on so much” you moaned again, a bit louder this time. “God your moans sound better than I had imagined them” Michael whispered at your ear and bit your earlobe. “Can I?” he asked pointing to your shirt, you nodded giving him permission and he took it off in a second. “Fuck, your breasts are so beautiful”.

“Let’s go to my room” you said getting up from him and grabbing his hand so that he’d follow you. You both quickly cleared the bed throwing your books to the floor.

“Sorry about that” Michael said as he picked you up and helped you lay on the bed, situating himself on top of you.

“It’s fine” you said wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. You shared a short but passionate kiss while Michael moved his hands up and down your thighs making you moan into the kiss. He moved his mouth down to your stomach leaving wet kisses all over you on his way there.

“Up” he said asking you to move your hips up so he could pull down your shorts and underwear and you complied as quick as you could. After he had removed your clothes he caressed your inner thighs making you shiver. He traced your inner lips with his index finger at a painfully slow pace.

“Mike” you whined.

“You are 100% sure you want to be with me?” he asked again, the lack of confidence present in his voice. “I just want to make sure you’re not feeling pressured”

“Oh my god, Michael! Why would I feel pressured? I already told you, I love you and I want you. Now put your fingers inside of me for god’s shake!” Michael let out a small giggle.

“You really are a bit rude sometimes, and bossy” he said leaning in to kiss you.

“Sorry” you said giggling too.

“Don’t apologize, I love that about you” he said going back to his previous position and introducing one of his fingers inside of you without any more warnings. He watched you as your back arched from the pleasure, pulled his finger out and introduced two, then three when he noticed how your hips moved trying to take all of his fingers in.

“Fuck, Michael!” you screamed as he accelerated his pace. His other hand moved to your clit and started to rub circles on it in perfect synchronization with the fingers inside of you. After a few minutes you felt the knot on your lower abdomen close to exploding. “Keep doing that babe, I’m gonna come” you moaned making Michael groan. He kept that pace for a few seconds more and you were coming undone moaning his name on repeat.

��That was so hot, y/n” Michael said pulling his fingers out of you and cleaning them with his mouth.

“Oh my god, Mike. I think that was the best orgasm of my life, I don’t know why I’ve never had sex with a guitarist before” you joked while breathing heavily. As soon as you recovered from your high you switched positions with Michael, who had already taken off his pants and underwear. You could see the precum already dripping off his hard cock and you licked your lips at the sight.

“Seriously, y/n, you’re the hottest person I’ve ever seen”

“Well you are the hottest person I’ve ever seen, Michael” you replied. You spread his legs with your hands placing yourself in between them. Michael’s cock was twitching with every touch to his skin and you couldn’t wait to taste it. You leaned in to kiss him again, taking the time to work on his sweet spot after that while one of your hands softly palmed his member. You trailed kisses down to his chest, biting one of his nipples making him moan your name. “God my name sounds so good when you moan it” you told him right before biting his other nipple. You kissed down both sides of his V line getting ready to taste all of him. Your right hand gripped the base of his cock at the same time as your left one grabbed his balls squeezing them just enough to make michael groan loudly. Your walls clenched at the sound and you closed your thighs trying to get some friction. The hand on his cock started to move up and down slowly while you observed how he closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you’re right now” you told him, trying to boost his confidence and make him feel as comfortable as possible with you.

“Thank you” Michael said finding it difficult to speak from the pleasure. “Babe I don’t think I can do this and be inside you tonight” he said turning red again.

“That’s okay, let me just make you feel good and we can have sex another day, okay?” you asked and quickly licked the tip of his cock right after.

“You sure?” he managed to ask in between moans.

“Mmhh” you nodded. “I really want to taste you baby” and with those words you kissed his tip and opened your mouth trying to get as much of his cock as you could inside of it. You slowly pulled back up and released his cock with a pop of your lips. “So. Fucking. Yummy” you said liking his tip in between words.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re making me so hard so fast, I don’t think I’m gonna last much more”

“I can’t wait to see you come, Mike, I’ve imagined it so many times” your constant dirty talk was driving Michael crazy and you could tell from the way his cock was throbbing at your words. You put him inside your mouth again all the way until his tip touched the back of your throat repeatedly making you gag and making your eyes teary.

“God, you’re so pretty like this” Michael said looking down at you.

“And it’s all for you” you responded “put my hair out of the way for me?” you asked him moving his hands to your head. He grabbed your hair and pulled it back on a ponytail. He got up slightly just so he could reach it better and he could also get a better view of you while you worked on him. You made a few circles with your tongue around his tip and licked all the way from his balls to his tip before putting most of his cock on your mouth again and wrapping your hand around the part that didn’t fit. You fastened the pace as you felt Michael hands pulling tighter on your hair. You moaned at the sensation sending vibrations all over Michael’s body. You felt his breath accelerating and his moans getting louder and you figured he was close so you looked up, trying to lock his eyes with yours. You wanted to admire his face when he came.

“I think I’m going to come now, love” he almost whispered not having the strength to speak properly. You nodded and forced again his cock onto your throat making you gag. “Oh god” he said trying to pull your hair up so that you would move out of the way. “Baby move, I can’t hold it anymore”. But you didn’t and you kept working on him looking at his face that was turning redder and redder by the second.

“Come for me” you mumbled with his cock inside of your mouth and that was enough to send Michael over the edge. You swallowed as much of his cum as you could before pulling away and then licked his cock trying to clean the rest.

“Fuck, y/n. I would have never guessed you were so dirty but I love it” Michael said as he regained his normal breathing. “Sorry I came so fast”

“Hey, stop it! I’ve told you there are no expectations here, okay? I’m hoping this is not just about the sex and besides, I loved that so much, the way your eyes shut close as you came was, again, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I came way faster than you did so”

“You know this is not about the sex for me, but I really can’t wait to be inside of you” Michael said pulling his arm out to reach you and wrapping it around your waist making you lay on top of him. Your warm skins touching each other made you both feel at peace.

“Tomorrow morning, maybe?” you asked as you looked up at him. A smile appeared on his face as he understood what you were suggesting.

“Do you want me to sleep over?” he asked combing your hair with his fingers.

“If you can, I’d love to”

“So only your partners can sleep at your house during finals season? because an hour ago you told me I couldn’t” he teased.

“Well an hour ago you hadn’t given me the best orgasm of my life”.

“Okay, fair enough” he giggled.

“Thank you, Michael”

“What? For the orgasm?” he asked laughing.

“No! Thank you for always taking care of me. That’s one of the things that made me fall in love with you, how you are always there for your friends” you confessed tracing his To The Moon tattoo with your fingers, your head laying on his chest.

“It’s the least I can do, you’ve always been there at my lowest” you stayed still, listening to his heartbeat. “So what does this make us?” he asked after a while making you look up at him.

“Well, I thought it was clear but this makes us fuck buddies” you joked making him giggle.

“So funny”

“I think this makes us...what were the words? boyfriend and girlfriend?” you laughed.

“Yeah, I just wanted to hear you say it” Michael smiled as he leaned to kiss your forehead. “How have we not done this before?”

“Well honestly I never thought you had feelings for me, Michael”

“What? How could I not have feelings for you? You’re perfect in every single way, you know that!” he said making you blush.

“You should have made a move then”

“You know me! I never think anyone cares about me how could I think you reciprocated those feelings?”

“Do I have to remind you of that time I was drunk, walked to your house and literally told you to let me ride you?”

“Well, you were drunk! And I thought there was physical attraction and nothing more” he responded.

“Same here” you said reaching for his lips to kiss them.

You laid there naked in silence enjoying each other presence and vulnerability for a few minutes. “Can we just stay like this forever?” Michael asked.

“I wish we could, but I really need to study” Michael couldn’t help but laugh at your comment. “Stop! I’m serious” you said sitting up on the bed. “I need to pass these tests”

“Sorry, you’ll pass them” Michael reassured you as he sat up too. “I just found it funny that that was exactly what you said when I first came here tonight”

“Whatever” you rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Can I sleep on your shirt? I’ve been wanting to wear your clothes for the longest time now” Michael smiled at your suggestion.

“Of course” You went to the living room to get Michael’s shirt and put it on before returning to your room.

“You look so beautiful on it, and so sexy” Michael said as you entered. He had already covered himself with your sheets and he was waiting for you to fill your side of the bed.

“Not now Michael, we need to sleep”

“Okay, okay” Michael said putting his hands up. You laid down next to him and he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer. He took a deep breath trying to absorb your scent. “This feels so right” he said in your ear. You nodded and turned your head to kiss him. “Can I stay for lunch tomorrow too? I promise I won’t bother you” he asked.

“Not the puppy eyes, Michael! You know I can’t say no to that!” he giggled. “Okay, you can stay but you have to let me study. If you don’t I won’t hesitate to kick you out” you warned him.

“I will” he kissed you again and you turned your head to its previous position.

“Goodnight, Michael” you said shifting in your place trying to get as comfortable as possible.

“Goodnight, baby”

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getsojaded · 1 year

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non refundable vii | calum hood

a/n: hello & happy new year!! wishing you all the best for 2023. this part is a tad short but i know i kind of left the last little bit on a cliffhanger(-ish) and it’s been a whiiiileee since i updated this so i hope u guys enjoy :)) mwah xo

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Unlocking the door to their shared hotel room, he’s expecting a sleeping Y/N in their bed. But his heart drops once he realizes that there’s nobody in there but their suitcases.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, where did she go?” He whispers to himself, checking the closets and washroom just in case she was hiding. Nobody there. He starts to panic, and runs out of the hotel room and into the elevator, violently pressing the main lobby’s button.

“Can’t this shit go any faster?!” He exclaims, banging his fist on one of the walls of the elevator. After what felt like centuries, the elevator doors opened. Running out and towards the front desk, the workers are quite confused and scared as to why the six foot man with fear written all over his face is rushing to them.

“Have you seen a girl about this tall, wearing glasses? She’s not in our hotel room and I have no idea where she went.” He asks the two women at the desk, out of breath.

“I saw a girl in a green hoodie with glasses leave about an hour ago. She was crying, and I asked her what was wrong and if she needed any help. She said that she got into an argument with her boyfriend, and that she’s going to go look for him. I was going to ask her for her number in case he - I mean - you - came back but she ran off before I could say anything.” She responds.

Green hoodie. Empathy hoodie. That’s his Y/N she’s describing. “Do you have any idea where she went?!” He asks, extremely stressed out, running his fingers through his hair. “No sir, I’m sorry.” And that’s all it takes for Calum to run out of the hotel lobby, into the crisp Japan air.

He has no idea where to start looking for her, but then comes to the realization that he had never turned on his phone.

from m’girl x

calum where are you

it’s late and ur wandering in a city that ur not from at 2 am

im freaking out

baby please

im sorry

i love you too i love you so fucking much i’m sorry just please come back to the hotel

i’m so sorry

His shaking hands click on her contact, bringing his phone up to his ear. The rings are deafening as she doesn’t pick up with each ring. He’s about to end the call and try again, but she picks up on the last ring. “C-Cal?”

He feels a weight come off his shoulders once he hears her voice. “Y/N, baby, where are you?!” His voice cracks, trying to keep his tears at bay. “I-I’m lost. I went to go look for you, b-but I went too far and I d-don’t know where I am. I’m sitting at, I’m sitting at a bench at a p-park, I was waiting here in c-case you’d pass by,” She chokes out in between her sobs, and with each cry, she cuts out a little piece of Calum’s heart. “I love you, Cal. I’m s-so sorry. Please come get me.”

“Send your location, my love. I’m coming, okay? Stay right there, I’m on my way,” His shaky breath responds as he receives a notification from Y/N, sending her current location. “M-my phone’s about to die, Cal please hurr-” and the line cuts off, indicating that her phone is now dead. “FUCK!” he yells out, about to make a run to the location she was currently at. But he stops in his tracks once he hears a petite voice call out for him. “Sir, sir!” He turns around to see one of the ladies at the front desk, holding up a pair of car keys. “I’m not supposed to do this, but it’s really late and you need to find your girlfriend. Take this car, and just park it back where it was before when you get back.” He runs over to the small employee, giving her a hug and thanking her for her help, before getting into the driver's seat and flooring it to her location.

What’s supposed to be a ten minute drive turns into a three minute drive from the speed Calum’s going at, beating every red light he can and not bothering to stop at stop signs. Once he arrives at the park, he doesn’t bother to turn off the car as he puts it in park and runs towards the benches.

“Y/N?!” his broken voice calls out, eyeing each bench with no girl in sight. But there she was, at the last bench, in the green empathy hoodie, knees tucked into her chest, her head looking down.

Her head peeks up at the sound of her name, and sees Calum running towards her. She gets up from her seat and runs as fast as her legs can take her, collapsing into his arms as he holds her as tightly as he can. “I’m so sorry, Calum.” She sobs out, her small body shaking against his as he sways their bodies back and forth. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I love you, it’s okay. Let’s go back, it’s okay.”

The drive back to the hotel was silent, aside from their breaths from crying. Once he had parked the car in its designated spot, the two of them walk back into the hotel lobby hand in hand. Both eyes bloodshot red, with tears staining their whole faces and tired bodies. Calum walks towards the two workers, giving back the car keys. “Thank you so much,” He whispers to them, the two ladies nodding in response. “We’re glad you found her. Take it easy tonight, you two.”

Although Y/N’s confused, she gives the workers a nod and a smile before they both walk into the elevator. She’s clutching onto his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder. She’s afraid if she loosens her grip anymore, he’ll be out of her reach, for good this time.

Calum and Y/N are throwing their arms around each other the moment they unlock the door and kick their shoes off. Just when Y/N thought her tears were over for the night, her uncontrollable sobs are the only thing you hear in their room.

They’re tired, they’re in pain, and they’re in love. As the heavy breathing and sniffles arise, they can’t do anything else but hold each other tighter, making up for the months they weren’t able to have each other close.

“I love you, Cal. I’m so sorry.” She whispers. “I didn’t mean to get lost. I just wanted to find you because I was so worried and you weren’t responding and-“

“Hey, none of that. I’m sorry I even left in the first place. I should’ve let you know where I am and that I was okay. You were just looking out for me, and I love you so much for that.” Calum cuts off Y/N’s rambling. She looks up at him, and he wonders how she still manages to be the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes on — even when there’s tears streaming down her face.

She takes his face in her hands and presses her lips into his, giving him the long awaited kiss he’s been dying for since the moment they arrived. He immediately deepens the kiss, nostalgia, love, and everything in between hitting the both of them all at once. Calum can’t help but slip his tongue in her mouth, and his knees almost buckle at her little whimper of a reaction.

They’ve missed this, God they’ve missed this so much and they’ve never wanted anything more than to be in this moment — holding one another after months of yearning for each other.

Y/N pulls away to catch her breath, Calum’s grip tightening on her waist. She can’t help but giggle at the sudden grabs at her hips, Calum pecking her lips once more. “Can’t let you walk out again, baby.” He jokes, moving his hands up to her face to wipe away her tears.

As Y/N’s about to speak, she lets out a big yawn, and looks at the time right after. “Holy shit, 3 am,” she sighs, walking towards the bed and getting under the covers. “You gonna come join me?” She asks, resulting in Calum immediately jumping into the empty spot next to her, as she snuggles into his side. He wraps his arm around her body, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.

“It’s been a long day, we need sleep,” she groans, placing her hand on his chest. “Talk tomorrow?”

She feels Calum’s head nod against her body. “A lot to unpack tomorrow. We need all the rest we can get.” He responds, her humming in response. “Goodnight, Cal.” she softly says.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“And Cal?”

“Yeah?”

“I never stopped loving you, either.”

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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complete | m.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: you surprise michael after his long tour, all he’s been wanting is you.

warnings: none

a/n: time for some mikey appreciation, i love him sm and i rarely see anyone writing for him :( this is also my application to become ur fave 5sos writer lmao. enjoy ! feedback is appreciated <3

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as the tour officially came to an end and the guys went back home, it was days in the studio for michael writing and creating melodies for the guys. he loves it, sure. it’s his passion after all. making music people can enjoy no matter how high or low one is feeling, seeing fans across the world sing and dance along to their music is what kept him going. but it was draining. incredibly draining. sometimes he’d forget to sleep, it would be seven in the evening then the next time he looked at the clock it was already five in the morning. he would even forget to eat as well. but he missed you most of all, he was gone for months and all he wanted was to feel your soft touch and the sound of your voice.

you missed michael too, his dorky jokes whenever the two of you hung out. getting to hear snippets of their upcoming songs or projects. he was your soulmate, you hated being away but also it was the price of dating a very well-known artist. when you got the news your boyfriend and best friends were back you had cleared it with everyone that you’d surprise your boyfriend. you brought some of his favorite foods and a few sweet treats to congratulate him on the successful tour.

knock knock

michaels head lifted from the computer, he looked at the door and raised his eyebrows. he wasn’t expecting anyone. especially not at the studio. he pushed himself away from the desk and walked over, opening the door and revealing you. you had a wide grin and multiple bags in hand. “hi!” you cheered, michael chuckled in disbelief he stood to the side letting you come in. similarly to him, you were in a hoodie and sweatpants. “what are you doing here?” he asked, shutting the door quietly following you. you sat down the bags of food and turned to your boyfriend who looked awful. not in like an ugly way, but like ‘oh my god you look dead, why haven’t you slept’ type of way.

your grin went to a frown almost immediately. “babe, your eyes” the faux blonde shook his head, “i’m okay” he tried to assure you but it only made you worry even more. you wrapped your arms around his tall figure, holding him tightly. to michael this is all he wanted, taking in your scent again. he closed his eyes feeling at peace for the first time since returning home. when you pulled away he felt his heart skink a bit. he wanted to hold you longer.

“what did you bring?” his eyes flickered to the bags then back to you. “well” you started, bending down and fishing out a few products. “i have some of your favorites and a few sweets so we can celebrate your successful tour” the grin on your face made him smile. he nodded and led you over to his sofa where the two of you would sit and eat a little of everything while michael told you stories of tour life.

it was getting later in the night now, you two had been talking for hours. just missing each other. you stood up from the cushion and started cleaning up all the trash decorating the sofa. michael watched, you could be doing the most absurd thing and he would still think you were the most beautiful person on the planet.

gently he reached out for your arm, “could you hug me again? i think i need it” you turned to look at him, giving him a nod. “you didn’t have to ask.” you crawled back onto the sofa and held michael. “i missed you so much” he breathed, his arms resting on your torso. you smiled, kissing his forehead. “i know. but get some rest, yeah? you deserve it”

within minutes, he was fast asleep in your arms. soft snores escaping his lips. this was all he needed, you and your touch.

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all-timelee · 2 years

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I miss you || M.C

Word Count: 944

Warnings: None

Masterlist

“Hey, Y/N. I wanted to talk to you about something,” Ashton spoke into the phone, causing you to sit up from the pile of books and papers you were surrounded by. “What’s up, Ash?” You answered, a slight sense of worry coming over you at what he was about to say next.

The boys had been on tour for the better part of the year so it was easy to worry about how all of them were doing when you hadn’t seen them in months. It was especially easy to worry about your boyfriend Michael.

“Michael, he’s been a little quiet lately. I think he’s feeling pretty down, missing you a lot. If you’ve got the extra time, I was thinking we could surpise him.” Ashton suggested through the speaker, his eyes lighting up in excitement as he waited for your response.

You smiled fondly to yourself, looking out one of the windows as the sun slowly set behind the horizon. “I’ve got some finals to finish up in a few days, but afterwards I would love to come see you guys,” you reply, voice enthusiastic at the thought of seeing Michael after being apart for so long.

“Amazing, text me when your finals are over and we’ll plan the whole thing out, I’ll pay for the plane ticket. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” He hung up soon after that, and suddenly you were way to excited to study like you’d previously been doing.

Instead, you scrolled down your contact list and clicked on Michael’s, choosing to FaceTime him. He answered almost immediately, his green eyes looking a little dull, his smile seemingly forced. The overall sad and tired look on his face made you want to cry and tell him about the surprise almost immediately, but you held back.

“Hi, baby,” you greeted softly, tone full of comfort. “Hey, I was just about to call you actually,” he replied, letting out a small chuckle. “Wanted to see your face before the show tonight.” Your heart swelled at that, a smile spreading across your features.

“I miss you,” he spoke again before you could reply, his smile faltering a little as his eyes grew wet. “I miss you too. I wish I could do more then tell you that we’ll see each other before you know it, but unfortunately I can’t.” He nodded, knowing that was true, appreciating the effort anyway.

“What’ve you been up to today?” He questioned, changing the topic rather quickly. “Just studying, finals are in a few days. Trying to be as prepared as I can.” You shrugged, trying to ignore the ache in your chest from the fact that Michael couldn’t be there with you.

He hummed in reply, his attention being pulled away at the sound of a voice telling him it was time to get on stage. He nodded and turned back to his phone.

“I gotta go, baby. Talk to you later?” You nodded, a sad smile on your lips. “Yeah, have fun tonight, Mikey. I love you.”

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The next week flew past, and soon you were stepping off an airplane, grabbing your luggage and looking around for Ashton.

His voice calling out to you caught your attention. “Y/N!” He called from further down the airport, waving at you. “Come here!” Your feet carried you over to where he stood, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close.

“It’s so good to see you again,” he whispered into your ear, pulling away to look at you properly. “Same to you, Ash.” You smiled widely at him, unable to hold it in for any longer.

After pulling away, he picked up your luggage and guided you to the waiting car. You were barely able to contain your excitement, Michael was just a short car ride away.

When you reached the venue, you all but jumped out of the car, the two of you leaving your bags to grab later and heading inside.

You could hear his voice as you grew closer to the dressing room. He sounded tired and stressed, and you instantly felt bad for whatever was bothering him. Ashton grinned down at you, silently readying you before opening the door, Michael’s sagging shoulders coming into view immediately.

He didn’t turn, just kept ranting to Luke about how much he missed being home and being around you. Luke had noticed you, a bright smile spreading across his lips as he laughed lightly.

“What are you laughing at?” He finally turned, his eyes widening as they fell on your form in the doorway. He was on you in a second, arms wrapped around you as he lifted you off the ground, laughing loudly, happy tears rolling down his cheeks.

Once he put you down, he stepped forward, pulling you in for another hug. “Missed you so fucking much.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Missed you too.” You responded, placing a kiss onto his head. He pulled away and pressed his lips to yours quickly, grinning against your mouth.

Ashton cleared his throat from behind you, the two of you reluctantly pulling away and turning to look at him. “I really don’t want to interrupt but it’s time for soundcheck,” he spoke, a fond smile on his face as seeing his best friend so happy once more.

“Right. I’ll be back in a bit and we’ll continue this,” Michael spoke, voice quiet so only you could here him. You nodded and smiled up up at him, giving his lips one last peck before he headed out with the boys. “I love you,” he called, smiling at you before pulling the door shut behind him.

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nicksbestie · 2 years

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a oneshot with Ash being sore and and giving him a back rub to make him feel better

ofc :)

pairing: ashton irwin xreader

word count: 420

warnings: none

Relaxation

The door slammed. You glanced up and were met with a scowling boyfriend. You allowed a small smile to graze your face, knowing despite his angry appearance he was most likely just exhausted, and wanted attention. Landing his eyes on you, his face softened a tad, and his shoulders slumped a bit. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, leaning into your side.

You set your phone down, immediately wrapping an arm around his shoulders and letting him rest his head on you.

“You okay babe?”

He sighed.

“My arms hurt.”

His words were slightly muffled since his face was half hidden in your shoulder, but you got the jist.

“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard again haven’t you?”

“Not on purpose! I thought I could handle it.”

You shook your head, lightheartedly smiling. He does this nearly every week, going absolute maniac on the drums and overworking his arms, leading to soreness in them and his back.

“Alright. How about you go and grab comfortable clothes, and I’ll start you a warm bath. I’ll put some Epsom salts in it too to help with the soreness.”

He smiles up at you.

“Join me?”

“‘Course.”

15 minutes later, you were finally seated and attempting to rub Ashton’s back to help but he kept reaching an arm behind him to poke you and laughing.

“Don’t be an ass or I’ll get out and you can massage your own arms and back.” you responded, rolling your eyes.

“Fine.” He answered, dragging out the “e” with a small grin on his face, pushing back impossibly further against you.

You kept solid pressure on his arms and back to hopefully get him to relax, and it seemed to work. Looking at his head dipped towards his chest, you laughed as you realized he fell asleep. Out cold. You didn’t have the heart to wake him right that instant. You let him sleep for a minute since the water was still warm, and went ahead washing his hair for him. He had decided to let it grow out, and he loved when someone ran their hands through it, (you), or when someone washed it. He sleepily laid his head back on your shoulder, half-consciously smiled, and earned himself a forehead kiss. He dozed off again, and you didn’t make him move til the water went cold. Gently shaking him and grabbing him a soft towel, you somehow managed to get him dressed and in bed with promises of more massages the next day.

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1994sunflower · 2 years

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I'm thinking of the "People I would cheat on my boyfriend with" prank on Michael. When it first says no one then quickly changes to the next slide of one of the TV crushes that he hates not realizing they remind her of him.

i love those tiktoks where they prank their bfs. so this made me smile, hope you like this small blurb!

You were giggling maniacally when you all but skipped into his room. That should have been his first sign that you were up to no good. But all he did was eye you suspiciously with a smile so faint you wouldn’t even realize he was smiling if you hadn’t known him so well.

But when you tried to tug him down to sit down, that’s when his suspicions grew of just what you were up to in your pretty little head. But he gave in easily when you whined, “Just sit down.”

He sat down unceremoniously, the furrow in his expression either being confusion or exasperation at having to follow directions for once. Always the rebel. Whatever it was, he knew it was mischief by the coy smile on your face but he didn’t do anything to stop it, instead, he sported an indulgently amused expression.

“Okay.” You placed the laptop you were holding on the nightstand in front of him. “I made a presentation.”

Of course, you’d make a presentation in your free time, that was what his studious girlfriend would do for fun. But as he rolled his eyes and let out an amused chuckle, you started up the slideshow.

People I Would Cheat on my Boyfriend With.

You watched as Michael’s posture straighten as he read the screen and his eyes snapped to you filled with annoyance and warning. “Y/N…”

His tone was equally warning but you knew he wasn’t really mad. Mostly because he knew you’d never actually cheat on him but also because your laugh at his reaction already made it quite clear you were joking and somehow you found amusement in it. It didn’t mean he liked it or found it funny. Instead he was fuming in his seat glaring up at you. Not a smile in sight and definitely not patiently indulgent to your wishes like he usually was. He’d rather not even look at it anymore actually.

But really, despite all that, he hated even the thought of you with other men. Even the hypothetical reference made his blood run hot, his knuckles hurt as if they were begging to punch whoever would show up on the list. You were his. And he never intended to let you go for a list like this to matter. Maybe he hadn’t drilled it enough into you just how much you would never have, want, or need another man for a list like this to even exist.

He made a move to stand up. But you grabbed at his arms and forced him back down, though honestly he allowed himself to be sat back down.

Even he had to admit he enjoyed the cooing you did to him, the way your fingers ran through his hair as you giggled at the jealousy in his face. It was cute and it was exactly the reaction you had been wanting. “Wait. I haven’t even gone to the next slide yet.”

Then you hit the arrow button to the next slide.

No one. I love my boyfriend so much. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I would never want to hurt him or be with anyone else.

You glanced between him and the screen with an expectant smile. But even as he gave you a deadpanned stare back, before he could even say anything or sag his shoulders in relief to let go of his anger, you clicked the arrow button again.

And there was the collage you had spent an hour making. Characters like Jess Mariano, Bucky Barnes, Danny Zuko, Kylo Ren, John Bender filled your screen. All characters you have swooned over, crushes you have fostered for years. All of which he knew about and has grumbled and rolled his eyes at each time you mentioned them or watched their movies. Subtle comments like he looks like a loser, he’s wearing a fucking leather jacket y/n it’s a stupid cliché, he’s the biggest asshole in the movie y/n, he can’t even fight, the ‘bad boy’ really? (cue his eye roll). He hated them.

It all made his jealousy so cutely obvious. And a little hypocritical when a lot of his dissections were parts of himself that you have found in each of those characters. His temper, his daunting size, his (albeit hot) meanness, his aesthetic. Not that he knew. He had no idea the crushes in your heart for these fictional characters were just small embodiments of your love for him.

But your amusement turned into your stomach fluttering when he stood up. Your neck craned up as he did to keep looking at him. You giggled nervously but it seemed like even your big, doe-eyes couldn’t save you this time. With one hand, he squeezed your cheeks together and kept your face towards him.

“Yeah?” He asked down at you and you couldn’t help but let your hands roam his biceps and chest at the look in his darkening eyes. You loved when he got rough with you like this. “I think your little presentation should have ended on the slide before this one.”

You nodded at him and he continued. “That’s right. Because none of those annoying, cliché fuckers would make you feel as good as I do.” Or be as good for you as he was. He was better in every way — both of you knew it.

But it was cute how he was acting like they weren’t fictional. Like he wasn’t aware that no one would ever have a chance with you, not when you had him.

“Not that I’d ever give anyone the fucking chance.” He finally leaned down and kissed you hard and you sighed blissfully against his mouth, up on your tiptoes. “You’re mine.”

Your eyes were shiny when you looked up at him and he was reminded why he got so annoyed when you gave a similar look to the screen whenever those actors showed up on them. That look — you, your blushes, squeals, breath hitches, swooning, attention, thoughts that so often were aroused in you when you watched those shows and movies together — were just for him. It was why he preferred to turn off the tv completely — and sulk jealously next to you — than see you giving this them. Even fictional, those characters you were so fond of were unworthy. And he didn’t want to share.

“I was just kidding, Mikey.” You smiled and leaned up to peck his lips again.

But he wasn’t exactly satisfied yet. He didn’t like the thought of you cheating, even if it was a joke. “Tell me I’m better, delete the slide and I might decide not to punish you for your little stunt.”

You pouted, cheeks blowing up before wrapping your arms around him. “Of course I’d never cheat on you and I’d choose you over anyone, even them. You’re so much better, you’re perfect for me.”

He hummed in approval. But then he had you sitting on his lap and watched over your shoulder as you deleted the slide, rolling your eyes the entire time. But now, the one and only slide beside the title was the one declaring the answer as ‘no one’, just like he wanted to see. And despite it, you had a feeling that the punishment he had suggested was still going to happen. But you also had a feeling you wouldn’t mind it.

“I don’t even know what the fuck you see in these people, Y/N.” He said it like men like them, broody, mean, ‘bad’ would never attract you. As if he couldn’t see them as your type. Surely not the sweet, softspoken, innocent girl on his lap. Seemingly not thinking too much about himself, the lap of the man you were on. It was like he was blind to the irony — though frankly, he wouldn’t allow himself to see any man as your type, as attracting your attention other than himself. No matter how similar, not that he’d realize any similarities.

“You do realize I like them so much because of you right?”

You felt Michael pause in his satisfied smiling, pulling back slightly in surprise.

“What do you mean?” He asked and you nearly threw your hands up in exasperation. He was so oblivious.

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