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ameliora-j · 1 year ago

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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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carryonafi · 11 months ago

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never say no.

michael clifford x reader; SMUT!!!! 🔞

a/n: whatsup‼️ some more smut for u dirty people, this one is some epic groupie x michael stuff so BE PREPARED!! this is inspired by the absolutely wild conversations i’ve had with my friends about the groupie era, so slightly exaggerated BUT it’s just catering to your fantasies pretty much😭 — also! i feel like i could take this story somewhere, so let me know if you want a second part to it? enjoy!

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Something about this didn’t feel real, standing behind The Forum on a chilly night standing in front of two men. Not just any two men, Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford who both play guitar and sing in 5 Seconds of Summer. Your heart was pounding in your ears with every passing word, every giggle you and your friend let out echoed in your ears and hearing a laugh from either of them in response made you dizzy. You had your eye on Michael from the moment you saw them on MTV just a few months ago, it felt like. Now here they stood, in the flesh, body language giving off a dirty intention you just couldn’t pass up. Everything about this was wrong, they had you both wrapped around their fingers and it was so, so cliche. Power imbalance, authority, but it felt right. It was too good not to chase after.

A leather jacket was draped over your shoulders, but of course, it wasn’t yours. Luke cracked a joke that had you two giggling again as if they were the funniest guys in the world, but really, you were just too flustered.

“The only difference is that his red hair isn’t natural, or is that what you two have in common?” Luke poked fun at your friend who stood beside you, naturally flaming red hair and seductively sweet green eyes with specks of hazel.

“I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She flirted, even you gawked at her because she was never this bold. Luke had this smirk on his face in response which awakened some kind of realization within you. This was happening, this was really happening. Michael was rolling his eyes at Luke and the way the light from the dim street lamps seamlessly reflected and bounced around his features had you in a trance, you could stare at him forever. Honestly, you just wanted to reach out and run your hands all over his face.

“You wanna come back with us? It would really be a shame, all this talking going nowhere…” Michael drawled in a way that captivated you and your desires, leaning back against the cold brick of the building you lot were currently hiding behind. Your friend happily reached out to you and squeezed your arm, not breaking the gaze she had on the two firm figures in front of you.

“We’d love that, yeah.” You replied, pulling the leather further over your bare shoulders. “Don't have to pay for a cab, right?” It was mostly a tease, and score, you made the 2 guys laugh with it.

“We’ve got you covered.” Luke shrugged nonchalantly as a way to play along, nodding his head in the direction of the exit of the alley. All you could think about was Michael, he plagued your thoughts as you continued to stare at him. Paying attention to Luke was just so difficult with the other next to him, eye-catching red hair paired with smokey black eyeliner that accentuated the barely visible, sweet freckles around his nose and hopeless green eyes. You had seen many, many pictures and videos, but up close he was simply something else.

“Come on! (Y/N) already answered for me, it’s cold out here.” Your friend complained to the two boys, her arm sliding down the fabric of Luke’s jacket until their hands ended up interlacing when she reached the hem of the sleeve. He graciously wrapped his arm around her and gestured for Michael to follow, but you could see that glint in their eyes. They had this similar look to them that only said triumph as you began to tail behind Luke. The flirting between her and Luke was hardcore, unashamed and definitely feeding into the jealousy for anyone else involved in these streets. However, Michael liked how you were much more. You got your point across by body language, a physical communicator and not so verbal. Hopefully that would be different, he was a sucker for any type of dirty talk.

“You have to be cold, too. I mean… look at that little skirt you’re wearing, and a flannel over a tank top? Wasn’t the smartest choice, was it?” Michael placed his hand on the small of your back to make sure you weren’t leaving his side, and the blessed giggle you let out in response was more than music to his ears. “I can feel you shivering.” He said a bit lower, voice unwavering despite his own lack of warmth.

“Well, I didn’t plan too far ahead…” You sighed, turning to the side to whisper back to him as you blindly followed Luke. “I don’t dress for practicality, y’know? Whatever makes me feel attractive, I guess.” You replied, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his eyes dilate.

“Well it definitely worked.”

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The journey back to whatever hotel this was didn’t take too long at all, but holy shit, were you impressed. The car had those seats you saw in movies or paparazzi pictures, the two backseats facing each other which had you and your friend staring back at marveled faces as you settled in. However, it didn’t last too long, the flirting continued and some of the things these boys were saying had you squirming in your seat. Did car rides always take so long?

Michael never left your side, from the moment you exited the car to when you finally entered the 6th floor hallway that held their rooms. It seemed as if the other two band members were already in their respective rooms, leaving Michael and Luke the last ones to arrive at their temporary stay.

“Night, mate.” Luke locked hands with Michael, giving him a slight wink. “Don't be too loud, can’t get another noise complaint.” He spoke like it was scripted. If you had known that there was an unspoken rule between the guys to hype each other up as much as possible without lying, you would have laughed out loud. Something about the thought of them having multiple noise complaints stirred a bit in your mind, making your eyes widen at your friend who was still sharing a shocked look at you. She followed Luke into the room as you did Michael, the click of the door bringing you a rush of energy and eager anticipation. Michael tossed the keycard onto the table next to the door, and in this moment of silence it was like your thoughts temporarily froze. You could barely think, clouded by bewilderment and desire.

“Are you sure?” Came a voice from behind you, which was obviously Michael, who else would it be? Still, unbelievable. You turned to look at him, swallowing the nervous yet anticipating lump in your throat as his hand followed an invisible line to your shoulder. Your shoulder, down your arm, slowly interlacing his fingers with yours. Something about that made you feel warm, heart swelling as you stared up into his eyes heavy with lust, but laced with concern.

“I’m sure, yeah.” You breathed in agreement, letting a smile tug at the corner of your lips.

“I know I — “ Michael paused, cutting himself off with a slight shake of his head. “I know I was talking a lot, but I really, really don’t want to pressure you if you don’t want to do this.”

“Michael.” You cut him off yourself this time, closing the gap between your bodies. “It’s okay, I want this.”

There was barely a pause between your words and the moment he pressed his lips to yours, it took you aback, but just as quickly as the event turned you relaxed. The warmth of his lips made you shiver, his hand disconnecting from yours to snake around your waist and pull you closer to him… as if you couldn’t get any better than your original position.

Your heart fluttered, the effects of his sweet gesture beforehand still lingering even now in the moment of this heated kiss. Your nerves feeling like they were on fire, nothing felt more amazing than this moment. Michael had now wrapped both arms around you, lips sliding against yours as he hummed between kisses and led you back towards the hotel bed. He was so careful in his movements, immediately stopping when you wouldn’t move anymore. You were pretty sure he noticed the side of the bed hitting the backs of your knees before you did, leaning forward with the support of his hands on your back. Your heart pounded in your chest, hands cupping his cheeks in a desperate need to hold him. To touch him, to know that this was real. Fortunately, this was not one of your comfort scenarios you thought of at night to make you blush before falling asleep. This was reality.

Michael’s fingertips brushed the leather jacket, quickly moving up your body to push it off of your shoulders with the flannel following suit. The harsh chill of the hotel room sent goosebumps all throughout your body.

“Still cold, hm?” His words against your lips, all you could do was breathlessly nod. “Won’t be a problem soon.” Michael pulled you in for another kiss, and god, were you floating. You had imagined he was good at kissing, but he was incredible. His lips were warm, soft and sweet. His tongue skillfully glides across your bottom lip before escalating to battling yours for dominance over the kiss, and that stubble… scratched your skin so good and made you push forward for more initiative.

Yet still, you needed to do more. Your hesitant fingertips traced careful lines down his jaw, over his neck before they caught the collar of his shirt. Michael knew what you wanted instantly, reluctantly breaking away from the kiss you shared to swiftly tug his shirt off over his head. It ruffled his hair, making the spiked up back parts stray away from the rest of the style. You couldn’t help but grin, and apparently it was contagious due to Michael pulling the same face. “Don’t laugh at me.” He playfully shook his head as you started to giggle.

“But you’re just so cute.” You replied, hands pressed to his pale chest trying your hardest not to marvel at his bare torso.

“We’ll see about that.” Michael buried his face in your neck, making you laugh even more feeling the tickle of his breath against your pulse point. Until he started sloppily kissing, sucking, biting every spot that made you tense like he knew your body better than you did.

“Oh god, Michael…” You sigh dreamily, voice wavering as he reaches your collarbone. Your breathing had become slightly labored, tangling your fingers through that bright red mess you had just teased him about. Michael’s lips continued to move across your neck, leaving you no choice but to tilt your head back. Before you knew it, your top was being lifted and the zipper of your skirt was being enticingly played with. Once again, your mind left you no choice but to follow the desires. Now with your tank top gone, skirt hanging low on your lips and Michael left in black jeans that hugged his legs, the slow setting reality started to hit you again. However, your position finally changed, moving from the awkward edge of the bed more towards the center in a bit of a diagonal way. You weren’t on any pillows, but the pushed up comforter made for a good substitute.

“S’fucking beautiful,” Michael’s hands roamed your body. “Absolutely, goddamn gorgeous, (Y/N).” That made you weak, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath you took. Your eyes widened, analyzing every detail of his face with care. The pure amazement in his eyes, lips parted with his own breathing. You wondered for a second if he was looking in a mirror.

“Why are you so sweet?” You shook your head, cradling his face in your hands yet again to place a gentle kiss to his lips. “You just had to be everything, hot, talented, and a sweetheart?” This made him flush a soft pink, you giggled and kissed both of his reddened cheeks. “You’re not really proving anything to me about that whole ‘cute’ ordeal.” You raised your eyebrows, to which you were shocked when you felt a hand on your inner thigh.

“Gimme time.” Michael hushed you with his lips, fingertips ghosting closer and closer towards your core… until he moved his hand away and began the same soft strokes to your other thigh. The sigh that left your nose was out of need, your hands sliding to clutch his shoulders. There it was, the pressure you so desperately wanted from his middle and index finger to you, it felt relieving despite the cloth separating the friction. If anything, it created more as you moved your hips in time with the slow circles of his fingers. You hummed with satisfaction, breaking the kiss with a sound that sent an additional shiver down your spine. “Take those off.” Michael ordered with his voice just barely above a whisper, but it sounded more like a plea.

Without a second thought, your thumbs hooked in the fabric as you lifted your hips and pushed them down. They got to a point where you could easily kick them off, ending up somewhere on the other side of the bed. Michael was, once again, struck with wonder. “There are so many things I want to do to you.” He muttered, shaking his head like he was the one who couldn’t believe this was happening to him.

“We’ve got all night.” You tugged him down for a kiss, making him chuckle.

“Maybe if I leave those ‘things’ for later,” You could almost hear the air quotes around the word, despite him not physically making the gesture. “Then it’ll give me an excuse to see you again?” Michael’s voice heightened in question, eagerly awaiting your answer with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“I think I can work with that.” You nodded playfully, and he did that laugh — that cute, shy giggle he did in interviews when he wasn’t really supposed to laugh but did anyway. He kissed you again, only briefly before sitting up on his knees and loosening the button to his jeans. You bit your lip in response, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better view as he struggled to shove his pants off. Luckily, the way you had your lip harshly between your teeth stopped another laugh from escaping.

His boxers were bright blue with Superman logos in a uniform pattern. Was that sexy? No, not one bit. But it was cute, and you loved cute more than you loved sexy, sometimes. Especially when it came to Michael Clifford.

However, a thought seemed to make itself known. One that might win you a reaction from the man you so desperately wanted to please. So, you took it upon yourself to run your hand down your body, over the peak of your breast and over your belly button, right down to your clit where you rhythmically swirled your middle finger. Your lips separating in a silent moan, instead letting out a shuddering breath to which Michael did the same. He had a condom wrapper in his teeth which presumably came out of the pocket of his jeans, seeing that his hands were preoccupied with palming himself over the patterned cotton. Michael almost dropped the plastic from his mouth, making a sound like a growl from behind his clenched teeth. Those perfect teeth, which were actually not very perfect… but they were to you.

“Gettin’ impatient over here, Mikey.” You tried out the nickname everyone on the internet called him, rolling off your tongue seductively as he brought up a hand to tear the wrapper open with haste.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Michael gaped at your actions, exposing himself with one quick movement as his superhero boxers accompanied your panties on a corner of the sheets. The latex now removed from the package, you jumped at the opportunity to stop focusing on yourself for a moment. Michael stopped in confusion as you sat up, snatching the condom from his hand and wrapping your own free hand around his cock. The contact made such a quiet sound slip past his faultless, swollen pink lips, a shaky breath following soon after. You slowly applied the rubber with care, not breaking eye contact just to see the look on his face as you teasingly pumped his length. His eyebrows scrunched together, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he tilted his head back — it was amazing to you how he couldn’t even hold the eye contact himself.

“You look much more needy than me.” You teased with a cheeky smile, to which Michael huffed out of amusement. He lifted a hand to cup your chin between his index finger and thumb, lips briefly hovering over yours. This proximity sent another chill down your spine, the other carefully guiding you to lay back down on the bed as his lips connected with yours. This had become second nature, kissing Michael like you had done this a million times before.

“You okay?” He whispered, waiting until he got your silent approval. A pause, then he was teasing your entrance with the head of his cock shielded by the slick latex. You held your breath, waiting for a sting of the stretch which came after just a few seconds of your anticipation. You faintly gasped, nails digging into Michael’s shoulders as you took in every little thing you were experiencing in that moment. You could feel everything from Michael’s waist grazing your knees, the tickle of his hair against your neck where he had hid his face, the sheets crumbling under the weight of your bodies, everything in between. Michael mumbled something into your skin, taking note of how tightly you held him. It was your turn for your eyes to shut firmly, grabbing frantically at his shoulders as his hips stammered and pulled back again. He thrusted this time, causing you to jolt with an airy moan.

“Michael, please — just…” You breathed, begging him to start moving. The boy lifted his head from the comfort of your warm, flustered skin to follow your orders. He read your face, and you read his. Both glowing in a pink tinge, perspiration heavy between the both of you as Michael searched for your discomfort. He sensed none, so his body began a steady rhythm.

“So beautiful. S.. So beautiful.” He mumbled lovingly past groans and it felt so right, why did you feel like his words had meaning? You were convincing yourself that Michael had something for you, something more than a fan and groupie relationship. Was it real? You had no idea of knowing, but for now, you just had to enjoy this moment like you would never get another chance, despite Michael implying this wouldn’t be your last time.

The room turned into a pornographic scene within seconds, you squirming and writhing beneath Michael as he took your body for his own. He held on tightly to your frame with the one hand that wasn’t holding himself up, digging his fingertips into your hips that were bound to leave marks just like the ones on your neck. Michael suddenly moved positions, carefully sitting back on his knees and sliding your body closer to him. He tried his best to be as low as possible, now able to grasp both of your hips as he thrusted. You were left no choice but to splay your arms above your head, back arching to meet his hips with ease. Michael was amazed by your state, you were a mess of endless moans and gasps, long whines of Michael’s name which overpowered his gentle, yet greedy sounds.

This was your breaking point, opening your eyes to see the same face he was making earlier. Tightly knitted eyebrows, gritted teeth and messy hair, flushed cheeks and chest glistening with sweat, mouth open letting out moans increasing in frequency and volume. You cursed, thighs twitching with need as your belly tightened and relaxed over and over again, leading you closer to your orgasm. With that, you would have warned him, but you could barely make out a coherent word before it crashed over you.

“God — (Y/N), f.. fucking… gonna fucking cum. ‘f you do that. You’re gonna make me… f- fucking,” Michael stuttered, the way your walls pulsated and enclosed around his cock had a strangled moan tearing past his throat barely seconds after you. The comedown felt like nothing, just staring down the back of your eyelids as your chest heaved with quick gasps. You were on fire, and just like the books said, seeing stars. Your thighs were hurting from being in one strained position for so long, and momentarily, you forgot this was not just some guy you met at a bar. Not some random you decided to drag home, it was Michael Clifford. Michael Clifford gently pulling out of you out of concern for how you felt, Michael Clifford’s weight shifting the bed, Michael Clifford kissing your forehead as he looked down at you. Michael fucking Clifford you opened your eyes to.

“You’re fuckin’ amazing.” He muttered sweetly, so sweet it made you question his feelings yet again. His hand leaving loving touches across your face with his thumb, stroking your tear/blush stained cheek as you both came to. You couldn’t help but smile, leaning into his touch as he settled in next to you. Silence hung in the air for a few moments, ending with one of your many deep breaths.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to leave, because there’s no way it’s happening now.” You teased, your voice now hoarse and heavy with exhaustion.

“Never. I never thought about you leaving so soon.” Michael assured you, then more silence. “I meant what I said.” He said finally.

“Hm?” You replied curiously.

“When I said, um… other things. I want to see you again.” Michael elaborated, surprisingly hesitant considering how he had just railed you not even 2 minutes ago.

“You do..?” Your eyes softened, staring back at his face. God… you’d do anything for that sweet face.

“Yeah, yeah. I do, this leg of tour is over. Just… talking to you outside was amazing, too.” Michael sighed as you placed your hand over his, still resting on your cheek. “Yeah, we walked up to you because we thought you were hot, but you’re so cool too. You’re witty, I like it.” He mumbled out his sentence in a boy-ish manner that made you giggle, just barely turning your head to kiss his wrist.

“Okay.. yeah, okay. I… wow.” You laughed again, not so discreetly hiding your nerves. “Yeah, Mikey. I want to see you again, too.” Finally, a complete, finished thought that made sense. This made Michael’s heart soar, just by seeing the look on his face you were satisfied with how this whole situation had turned out. “I thought this would just be a one night stand.” You admitted.

“I did too, but it wasn’t.” Michael agreed, his tired eyes bored into yours with a shared acknowledgment of his intentions. You couldn’t be happier about it ending up this way, there was only one thing that changed… and that was your cuddling position in bed throughout the rest of the night.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #calum 5sos #michael 5sos #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos #5sos x reader #5sos smut #5sos one shot

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allsassnoclass · 9 months ago

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Are there any good 5SOS friendship fics?

the answer is definitely yes! we have fantastic writers in this fandom, so there are great friendship fics here. i can compile a list based on previous times i've answered this question, but i haven't been reading much 5sos fic for the past year and friendship fics have never been my favorite type of fic.

to find friendship fics on ao3, search for any of the pairings with a & sign instead of a / (example: Michael Clifford & Luke Hemmings). You can filter out the romantic pairings by excluding pairings with a / on the filters bar. this is a great way to find friendship fics, especially because asking me is only going to get the fics i'm aware of in my small circle here on tumblr, whereas filtering on ao3 will help you find a whole lot more!

now on to my recs:

with open hearts and open eyes by @lifewasradical: rated G, ot4 friendship, 2k. very highly recommend this one i love it a lot

If he closes his eyes, Luke thinks he can almost believe that he’s 16 again, that they’re in Australia and they’re just starting out, thrumming with energy and excitement and glee that still lingers in their bones if they look hard enough. Some of that childlike wonder bleeds through the moment, Luke’s sure of it, as the others all turn onto their stomachs too. Their outlines are barely able to be seen through the darkness, but Luke would know the contours of the other guys even if he went blind.

If I Can Dream Long Enough by @4thbrighteststar: rated G, ot4 friendship, 2k.

Luke leans back, closes his eyes and lets the setting sun wash over his face, lets his fingers find a rhythm of their own. Third fret, fifth string. Tenth fret - his fingers hop up and down the guitar. Seventh fret. Fifth fret - no, keep the riff. He loses himself in it, until the wind and the birds and the distant, roaring cars fall silent in the face of the music he’s making by himself for the first time in eternity.

(An ode to making music in the toughest of times.)

am i broken (are you the saviour) by jbhmalum, rated T, malum friendship, 4k

He should do something. Maybe take a deep breath, in and out. Maybe turn on the bedside lamp. Maybe go lie down on the cold bathroom floor. Maybe bury himself under Calum’s covers and cuddle up to him; it probably wouldn’t even wake Calum, and Michael would get the comfort he needs.

Michael hears something he didn’t want to and has a hard time dealing with it.

dearly depressed and brokenhearted (i’d like to let you know that boys cry too) by @clumsyclifford: rated T, muke friendship, 2k

Michael returns. He’s wearing a jacket and a beanie and there’s a blanket from off their couch in his hands.

“Michael,” Luke says.

“Please,” Michael says. “I’m obviously not going to convince you to come inside, but I don’t want you to freeze.” He takes the steps, footsteps falling where Luke’s had, and comes close enough to Luke that when he offers up the blanket, Luke reaches out and takes it. “I know you don’t wear jackets,” Michael explains.

(It’s cold and rainy out. Luke goes for a walk.)

crack a smile, stay a while (am i holding for applause?) by @clumsyclifford: rated T, cashton friendship (but the other two are there as well), 1k

Glancing down at Ashton, Michael adds, “What’s with him?”

“He’s convinced he’s going to do terribly and publicly humiliate himself,” Calum says, rolling his eyes again for good measure.

“No, you’ll be great,” Michael says brightly. “Calum’s always saying how you’re the most talented person in his music whatever class.”

“Calum’s stupid and wrong,” floats Ashton’s voice from somewhere underneath the seat.

no love sincerer (than the love of food) by TempestRising: rated G, ot4 friendship, 4k

5 times One Direction fed 5 Seconds of Summer / 1 time One Direction needed feeding.

melancholy & honey by @igarbagecannoteven: rated G, malum friendship, 500 words, they’re bees (yes you read that right)

Michael’s only been resting there for a minute when he hears a familiar hum approaching him from behind. He doesn’t have to turn his head to know it’s Calum.

glitter by @igarbagecannoteven: rated G, cake friendship

Calum has no idea how Luke is able to infect all of their tour gear with glitter so completely.

below are a collection of friendship fics that I personally have not read, but I’ve read other works by the writers so I feel okay recommending them

Jess @daydadahlias has written so many friendship fics that I have heard great things about!!!

Torn Up (ot4 friendship, 8k)

Tailspin (cashton friendship, warning for alcohol/smoking, 5k)

Lightweight (ot4 friendship, warning for heavy alcohol, non-consensual kissing, 5k)

Tender (mashton friendship, 3k)

Superbloom (cashton friendship, warning for discussions of Skinny Skinny, 3k)

Movie Night (lashton friendship, 3k)

Shoebox (lashton friendship, 3k)

The Craft Club series (outside pov of ot4 friendship, but only Ashton appears in most of the installments. I've heard a lot of really fun things about this series, so while it isn't necessarily a heavy friendship focus I still recommend!)

from Bella @clumsyclifford

you should know i’ll be there for you (lashton friendship, 2k)

maybe this is just as good as it gets (cake friendship, 2k)

our best years are yet to come (thanks for choosing me) (cashton friendship, 1k)

from @lifewasradical

have my back (yeah, everyday) (malum friendship, 3k)

so much older (lashton friendship, 2k)

then if I may self-rec:

takeoff by me: rated G, mashton friendship, 1k

Sweater Weather by me: rated G, malum friendship or pre-slash, 1k

Tornado Warning by me: rated T, ot4 friendship, 2k

wedding vows by me: rated T, malum friendship, background roylum and mystal 5k

if anyone else has friendship fics they want to recommend feel free to add on!

#ask #anon #fic rec #yeah i haven't been reading 5sos fic for over a year really #and friendship fics were never my forte so i'm not sure why i keep getting this question #as this is the 4th time i've been asked for friendship fic recs???? and it's mostly always the same fics on my list because i don't really #read them #i really should get back into reading 5sos fic i have so many on my tbr list #i think i'm getting back into the mindset yknow. getting closer to that headspace #anyway hope this helps anon!

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wiiildflowerrr · 2 years ago

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5 Seconds Of Summer win Best Group at iHeart Awards 2019

14 March 2019

#this day in 5sos history #5sos #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #red carpet #iheartradio awards #iheartradio music awards #awards show #2019 #14 march #halsey #yungblud #gwen stefani #sequinned jacket

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Don't Be a Stranger | Michael Clifford

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader (she/her)

Summary: The tour was over, and Michael and Y/N finally met again. Both were uncertain who they were to each other after months being apart.

Warning: slight angst

Word Count: 1 097

Author's Note: Just a small episode that popped into my head the other days. Hopefully you'll like it! Also, requests are open and encouraged ♡

The cold air hit the lungs as Michael left the airport and saw her. She was standing next to a greasy column numbered “four”, wrapping in a dark blue jacket and holding a black one for him. Y/N was shifting from foot to foot, trying to keep herself warm as he landed later than they expected, and she had to wait there longer than necessary. She could come back to a car she parked nearby, but stupidly felt like if she’d keep stare at the exit, Mike would appear earlier.

A short smile sparkled on his face as he came closer and hugged the girl tight. Y/N only sighed and closed the eyes, nuzzling his shoulder. They kept silence just for a moment but for some reason it felt like eternity. None of them felt happiness from seeing each other, or better to say the sadness simply was stronger that night.

She was tired. He knew she was, and he could tell that not just by her sleepy eyes and messy hair. He could tell that by her replies that became shorter through the weeks being apart and by the hug at that particular moment while she was barely touching his back.

Y/N knew it was vividly his fault, and she knew what she was getting into by dating him. They just didn’t expect it to be that hard, apparently. Three months apart, less than a week together, and five more months separated. Were they even in relationships at all?

“Hey,” Michael finally said quietly, not expecting his voice to be so hoarse. The guy broke the hug and took the jacket from her, feeling rather uncertain if he could even leave a kiss on his girlfriend’s lips. He still saw a person he loved in front of him, and he only hoped he didn’t look alien to her after months being away from each other.

“Hey,” she smiled in the same sad manner and gave a short smack on his lips herself. The taste still was able to awake little butterflies in the stomach. Y/N wanted to say many things, how she missed him or how she hated them being apart, but instead the girl silently turned to the car, being ready to head home with him.

“I’ll drive,” Michael said and hurried up to the driver’s side after putting his suitcase and a backpack in a trunk. He was drowsy, but he knew Y/N was no less, so he just couldn’t allow her to drive all the way back. She didn’t even argue, only nodded and chose a passenger seat next to him.

The road was rather empty. They were passing by few cheap hotels and convenience stores; the lights illuminated the road which at some moment started to seem almost endless. Mike saw how Y/N’s head slowly sank to a side, her eyes were shut closed and the breath became steadier. He hated himself for what he was planning to do, but the silence was truly killing him and he couldn’t hold the bitter thoughts to himself any longer.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he started and glanced at Y/N, as she sighed heavily and opened her eyes. “I know it’s not easy, but–”

“Are we really going to talk about it now?” she interrupted him irritably, although still with a sleepy voice.

But it was enough for Mike to get annoyed, too.

“When then? Tomorrow morning you’ll head to work and–”

“Not you talking about my working schedule,” she smirked.

“Stop interrupting me,” Michael spoke out every word and squeezed the steering wheel. He hated being interrupted, and she knew that.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Y/N mumbled under her nose but loud enough for him to hear and turned a head to the side window of the car.

No one said anything else after that, and the silence in the car became even more unbearable.

She didn’t fall asleep on the way home, and no one said anything else until the end of their trip.

“Welcome home, Mike,” Y/N was the first to break the silence, as they entered their house and turned on the light.

“Thanks…” Michael mumbled and looked around. He had a minute to adjust to the place, as the house seemed as if not his for a moment. That’s how long he was gone.

The girl looked at Michael, observing his haggard face. It felt odd to see him there, in their house. Her eyes became wet all of a sudden, Y/N stepped forward and hugged the guy tight, touching his cheek with her. Mike reacted right away, catching her in the arms and leaving a kiss on her cheek before giving a deep one on the lips.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered. “I’m sorry it was a mess, Y/N. I know I promised to be here for you. I know I…”

“It’s not your fault, Mikey,” she sighed, hugging her favourite boy only tighter. “I know it’s your work and you are trying your best. It’s just…”

“Can be really hard sometimes.”

“Yeah…” the girl agreed quietly.

The time zones sucked, sometimes they couldn’t talk for days because of the time difference. He’d leave a message early morning and she’d be able to read right away only if she had insomnia once again and couldn’t sleep without him by her side.

“I took few days off so we could spend some time together…” she added in whisper.

“Really?” Mike pulled away lightly to see her face and smiled wider. “Y/N…”

He knew how important the job was to her, it was not like he was putting his career higher than hers. But still he appreciated such gesture a lot. The happiness, though, was replaced by another sadnesss almost immediately. Michael started to feel awful as when he had few days doing nothing, he was lying in bed in a hotel room without any powers to buy a ticket and fly home instead. The touring was exhausting, no matter how much he enjoyed to perform.

Y/N was simply trying to save what was left between them. It was still a long way back to the relationships they had when they’ve just met, she missed their candy-bouquet period. But she believed they could overcome the issues and find compromises as they both wanted it.

“I love you,” he said and simply lifted her off the floor.

“I love you, too, Mikey,” Y/N whispered back with a smile on her face.

And the happiness from the fact that they finally saw each other filled their hearts again.

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All stories are original and written by me. Do not copy, trace and post anywhere without permission and credit. The stories are fictional, they do not correspond to reality and written just for fun ♡

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 2 years ago

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Opposites Attract Masterlist

"Ah, sorry Doll." (ao3) - cliff0rd michael/luke T, 4k

Summary: Luke is a shy, quiet boy who works in a small Café and Bad boy Mikey just loves seeing him blush.

Arthurian Romances (ao3) - therjolras michael/ashton T, 4k

Summary: Ashton's in a bit of a tangle when he's rescued by a purple-haired knight-in-leather-jacket.

do the things that you'd only read about (ao3) - heartbreakgirl michael/luke N/R, 5k

Summary: When he looks over, Michael's eyes are open and he's grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you.”

He smiles shyly, eyes rolling fondly. “I love you too, Michael.”

or, book worm Luke & bad boy Michael

fight so dirty but your love's so sweet (ao3) - softirwin luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 11k

Summary: Luke hates a good ninety-five percent of his job.

A solid thirty percent of that comes from the fact that he works as a receptionist at a hotel, which he thinks is possibly the most thankless job humanity could possibly have created. A further ten comes from the fact that his desk is right next to the kitchen, meaning mouth-watering smells are constantly wafting under his nose, and Luke’s not allowed to eat on shift.

Fifty-five percent of it, though, is Ashton.

written for the prompt 'lashton bad boy'

Have Faith In This Fragile World (ao3) - SilentlyFighting michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 19k

Summary: Michael Clifford is well known in his school, not for being popular, far from it, he is the nerd. The goody-two-shoes hasn't had the best past but his peers do not know this and a couple of the football team decide that he is their next target. A mysterious group of boys make an appearance, saving him multiple times, and when Michael runs out of money to buy food, they even find ways to get him food.

The boys do not scare him that much but they certainly catch his attention. Michael learns the names of two of the boys but the leader is set to keep his identity a secret. But, when Michael has another run in with the football team and they use him as bait, will the boys identity reveal itself?

i just wanna be bad enough for you (ao3) - metallicmoons michael/ashton M, 2k

Summary: just a typical adorable nerd!ashton and punk!michael fic because those are honestly my favourite.

My Cobain Shirt (ao3) - unconditionalcalum michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 14k

Summary: Michael's heart skipped a beat. Did he, Calum fucking Hood, just talk to him, Michael? Michael managed to smile at him quickly before the tanned boy walked away, already talking to someone else.

It never happened before. Until this moment, Michael wasn't even sure Calum knew he existed. But apparently, he did.

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Or: the one where the shy boy with the bright hair (Michael) has a hopeless crush on the popular soccer-player-with-a-scholarship (Calum).

Shameless (ao3) - HeartnArrow luke/ashton N/R, 39k

Summary: Luke is captain of the hockey team, one of the most popular guys in school along with calum hood, came out as gay last year. ashton is a nerd who gets straight a’s and has yet to have his first kiss at the age of 17. michael is his best friend who isn't really a nerd but has known ashton since preschool. ashton has always watched luke from afar, admiring him at the hockey games and in the hallways. he’s had a crush on him since freshman year but luke doesn't even know his name. or Luke was looking for a fuck buddy while Ashton was looking for love.

snap backs and tattoos (ao3) - crankgameplays michael/calum N/R, 3k

Summary: Calum Hood is 16, almost 17, when hes warned to stay away from Michael Clifford. His dad catches a gaze of him from the kitchen window and hes got a new tattoo that's wrapped around his pale arm and there's tufts of pink hair peeking out from his snap back and oh my fucking god is that a fucking eyebrow piercing. Calum has died and gone to heaven. Or hell. Maybes hes being a little dramatic. Whatever. But his dad turns to him and he goes,

"Calum, I want you to stay away from that Clifford boy," pointing a finger in the direction of his son. "Hes no good." And Calum nods and mumbles, yes dad, and walks to his room and that's that.

But really. No one ever listens to their dads.

We're like noughts and crosses (ao3) - emptygoldss michael/calum G, 1k

Summary: it’s like Michael’s made of glass and Calum turns him to sand.

Wrong Way (ao3) - boomercal calum/ashton E, 9k

Summary: Two high schoolers who won't admit they think the other is cute and some well-intentioned friends means that while Ashton's looking for Calum on the Hockey field, Calum's looking for Ashton at the library; what's to be done when you're pretty sure that cute guy in your English class is avoiding you?

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