#Michael Clifford Oneshot

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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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y’all

I’m looking at my old account where I used to write and it’s gas. I will repost most of it and start writing soon!! i love and miss it Imma add some tags just so y’all know where to find stuff that’s coming soon.

REQUESTS ARE OPENNNN (never written smut but i can try!)

who i write for:

all of 5sos

harry duh

joe burrow

jack harlow

shawn mendes

all of the cast of wednesday

and any one you request just might take longer to get to

any ladies :) (wlw)

tysm i love each and everyone of u even if ur not here yet :)

- xx naomi

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Ok the new album is giving me inspiration and I will try my hardest to come out with new 5sos works… maybe even someone other than cal

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writing styleeee

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I posted 26 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

6 posts created (23%)

20 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@earthtoharlow

@goldensonlyangel

@l0caltiredgirl

@multistann

@reidselle

I tagged 6 of my posts in 2022

#fezco x reader - 3 posts

#dominic fike x reader - 3 posts

#tom holland x reader - 3 posts

#euphoria - 2 posts

#peter parker x reader - 2 posts

#euphoria imagine - 2 posts

#brad simpson x reader - 2 posts

#nate jacobs x reader - 2 posts

#angus cloud x reader - 2 posts

#vinnie hacker x reader - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 33 characters

#tom holland peter parker x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MASTERLIST

Fezco:

-Butterflies

Dominic Fike:

- Headcanon: Dating Dominic

Tom Holland:

- Love Songs (Peter Parker)

Brad Simpson:

-coming soon

Zabdiel De Jesus:

-coming soon

Nate Jacobs:

-coming soon

Calum Hood:

-coming soon

Vinnie Hacker:

-coming soon

99 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#4

REQUESTS

Hey loves! I wanted to start a blog cause I enjoy reading the works of others. I wanna take requests from those who would like to submit any. The people I will write for are listed below, if there is someone different you would like me to write for, put it in the request! I don't have many rules, but if I don't feel comfortable with a request I will not write it. Please give me some time if you do request something I will definitely try to get it done asap. I don't mind writing smut but I am definitely not the best at it. If you have any requests you can submit them in the request link on my account! Thank you so much!

Rules:

-Please be respectful

-Specify the gender pronouns, I will assume female pronouns

-Please be specific in the details of your request

-Please be specific in character preferences

I will write:

-Scenarios

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

I will not write:

-Anything that I am not comfortable with writing

-Anything that may offend someone's sexuality, gender, identity, or ethnicity

-Dylan O'Brien (Stiles Stilinksi, Mitch Rapp, Thomas)

-Sebastian Stan (Bucky Barnes)

-5 Seconds of Summer

-Calum Hood

-Luke Hemmings

-Ashton Irwin

-Michael Clifford

-Jack Harlow

-Kian Lawley

-JC Caylen

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116 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#3

Love Songs

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and get seated together on the plane for the trip to Europe. Thanks to turbulence you and Peter have a moment.

Requested by @gpiggy98

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I paired this imagine with Love Songs by Maggie Lindemann, listen to it while reading it! Enjoy, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom's) x You

Word Count: 870 words

Warnings: Fluff

https://youtu.be/C84k1OgZre4

You and Peter have been best friends since you moved into the apartment next door to him. You two were always together, most people assumed the two of you were dating. But that wasn't the case you were just friends. Every time someone would ask if you were a couple Peter was always quick to tell them you were just friends. It was freshman year that you felt different when he would call you his best friend. Then it hit you realized you had a crush on Peter. You knew you needed to keep it a secret.

You were getting ready to go to the airport for the Europe trip. A knock on the door lets you know that Peter is ready to go. You go to let him in and you see the way he looks at you with his cute smile

"Hey Pete"

"Hey, you ready yet? I called for the taxi it should be here in like five minutes"

"Yea, give me a second to grab my stuff," you tell him walking towards your room to grab your bag

"Let me help you," he says when you walk back out pulling your suitcase.

"I got it," you tell him.

"No, let me be a gentleman and help you," he smiles.

You grin at his antics and let him get the suitcase. He grabs your suitcase along with his and you two go to the elevator to the lobby of your building to get into your taxi. He puts your bags in the trunk and you get in the taxi.

"Are you excited?" he asks you

"Yes, but I'm a little nervous. I've never been on a plane before" you tell him honestly.

"You'll be okay, hopefully, we get paired up to sit together," he says with the smile that gives you butterflies

When the two of you get to the airport you check in your bags, go through security and meet up with the rest of the people going on the trip. You and Peter check in with the teachers and let them know you guys are there. Peter goes to say hi to Ned, while you find a spot to sit. The teacher then calls for everyone to come over, that they have announcements to make on how things will work when we reach Prague. You pretty much zone out for most of the speech due to mostly everyone talking over them. You pay attention when they say something regarding seating on the plane

"You can sit with who you want, you all need to pair up, you are all old enough to make smart decisions on where you sit, please make good choices"

You feel eyes on you, you instantly look up to find Peter looking at you smiling. When the teacher finishes their speech, Peter walks over to you.

“You ready to go,” he asks you

“Yup”

The two of you follow the rest of the group into the line to check-in. You scan your ticket and walk on the plane with Peter. The two of you find your seats, put your bags up and sit for the flight. You take the window seat and Peter sits in the middle. You start feeling a bit nervous when the plane gets going. Peter taps your leg you look at him passing you an earbud. You put it on hearing one of your favorite songs playing

"I'll take away the hurt"

"Tell me all your fears"

"And if you're feelin' scared, I'll be here"

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218 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

Dating Dominic Headcanon

Pairing: Dominic Fike x You

Request by @gaiath: Hi can I please request dating Headcanons for Dominic Fike?

A/N: Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy!

-Dominic always come to you for your opinion on his outfits

-He always tries to take you with him wherever he goes

-He's always there for you no matter what

-He calls you babydoll

-He loves seeing you get along with his family especially his mom and his little sister

-The two of you take his sister out whenever you go to Florida

-He takes you to Naples to show you where he grew up

-He loves to go on trips with you

-He loves going on adventures with you

-You always go to the studio to watch him record

-You help him with writing songs

-He takes you with him on set for Euphoria

-He loves to spoil you

-You to go to all of his shows

-He's always holding your hand

-He loves to cuddle with you

-He loves to just be in your presence

344 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Butterflies

Summary: You and Fezco never really hung out or got to know each other. But when you two end up sharing a blunt alone, things get a little heated.

Pairing: Fezco x You

Warnings: Smoking, Mentioning of drugs, Language

Word Count: 1,054 words

You and Rue have been friends for years, when you found out she ended up in rehab you honestly were terrified. You always told her that she needed to stop, you never did anything stronger than smoke weed.

Rue just texted you that she was on her way to your house to hang out. Knowing Rue that meant she wanted to go get some stuff from Fez. That's all the two of you did together anymore since she got outta rehab and she became friends with Jules.

You hear a knock coming from the window, you look over to see Rue standing there.

"Hey bitch" you say letting her in.

"Wassup, you ready?" she asks.

"Yea, where we goin'?" you ask her already having an idea.

"To Fez's to chill," she says.

You two walk outside and start your walk to the gas station, it's about a twenty-minute walk from where you live.

"Where you been lately?" you ask Rue

"Around, with Jules mostly," she tells you

"What's up with you two? You dating" you ask

"Kinda, not really. All I know is, I like her a lot" she says

You smile, you've never seen her like this. You two finally make it to Fez's. Rue starts knocking on the door mad hard. Ash opens the door looking mad asf

"Why the fuck you knockin' like the cops' bro?" he asks

"Cause I can," Rue says walking in the house

"Hey Ash," you say walking in after Rue

"Come right in then," Ash says closing the door behind us

Rue and I walk into the house and into the living room. Fez is sitting on the couch on his phone. He looks up to see who walked in

"Rue I told you I'm not giving you any more drugs," he tells her

"C'mon Fez, I just need a couple," Rue says

"No Rue, you just got outta rehab and shit. You needa stop messin' with this shit" he tells her

Her phone starts ringing, she answers it and talks for a minute. She hangs up the phone

"I gotta go," she says getting up and leaving without a word. Once the door slams shut. Fezco looks at me and asks

"What'd you need?"

"Just give me my regular," you say now wanting to get outta his house.

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2,283 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

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Cashton + Muke Masterlist

Boys Only Want Love If It’s Torture (ao3) - aalexandravictoriaa M, 57k 

Summary: Luke and Michael meet at college and getting to know Michael is the best and worst thing Luke has ever done

Ease (ao3) - Grace_Williams G, 138k

Summary: In a world where everyone was a dominant or a submissive and everyone had an assigned soulmate, Ashton was remarkably unsure of himself. Nothing is going as he planned and his soulmate, Calum, is, to put it simply, not who he expected.

Michael is Calum's best friend and an all round terrible example when it comes to navigating relationships.

Calum's assistant Maggie, along with her soulmate Carla, seem to be the only ones who do understand how a relationship is supposed to work.

Are they the only people can put those around them at ease?

Endlessly (ao3) - thesoulsailor E, 27k

Summary: “I know who he is.” The boy, Ashton, commented, closing his book. Not sparing Calum a single look, he hopped off his chair and started walking towards the back door of the room. His movements were rigid, tense as if Calum had offended him personally by just his presence. Which confused Calum more than it should’ve if he was being honest. Normally people were easy for Calum. He got along with almost everyone he met from the go. Not so Ashton. Ashton seemed to detest him and Calum had no idea why.

or Calum is the undisputed king of his high school, Ashton speaks through colours, Luke doesn’t let anybody touch him and Michael is so getting killed by for hiding that snake in their teacher’s drawer.

Feels like Coming Home (ao3) - ismaki T, 56k

Summary: All Calum wants is to finish school and get away from his small town. He works hard to seem happy, to be respected and popular at school, to be diffrent, something more. To be someone. All Ashton wants is to get noticed by the boy with the easy smile but guarded eyes. All Michael wants is to escape, to take another hit, another drink, use another body. To feel something. And Luke? Luke just wants everyone to be happy.

How He Moves (ao3) - thesoulsailor E, 30k

Summary: Luke lives for the ballet, Michael lives for the moment, Ashton is a dance prodigy and Calum will do pretty much anything to win his boyfriend back.

I’m not sick | Muke oneshot (ao3) - orphan_account N/R, 4k

Summary: 5SOS have worldwide tour. One day Luke got sick and doesn’t wanna admit it. And Michael is the one who have to deal with Luke.

I'm the Ideal, just a little out of it. (ao3) - outlawofideal M, 10k

Summary: Or the one Luke moved to L.A to make it big in music and his way crosses with the famous hard rock-punk band Outlaw of Ideal's guitarist Michael Clifford. The man he adored ever since.

i want you (bless my soul) (ao3) - jbhmalum E, 21k

Summary: Thankfully the elevator comes to a stop before Ashton can combust from the blood flowing through his body or say something else awfully embarrassing like “hi, I’m Ashton and I like tall attractive men and it’s hard finding them when you’re already a giant but you’re actually tall and I can’t stop looking at you and you just winked at me and hi, would you marry me and pin me against the wall?”.

- In which Ashton moves in with a guy named Michael, Michael is in love with Luke and annoyed at Calum, and the guy with shaved blue hair from the elevator is too hot for Ashton to know what to do about it.

Long Time, No See (ao3) - ConfusedPython T, 23k

Summary: Michael hears a song on the radio, catches a radio interview where 5 Seconds of Summer talks about their new single (Beside You). And the names and voices are familiar. Then someone knocks at the door and maybe Michael’s luck isn’t so bad after all.

Luke Hugged Him Back Just As Tightly And Heard Michael Whisper ‘Friends’. (ao3) - destiel_lemmings E, 28k

Summary: Luke knew that this was going to be weird. He new roommate/ex-kitten were now even more indulged in Luke’s mind. The only problem was that his roommate was not only attractive but he knew Luke like the back of his hand, and Luke had just met the boy.

Or this is a continuation of 'With A Meow And A Belly Rub Luke Knew He Was In Love With The Ball Of Fur.’ And Michael knows all of Luke’s quirks but Luke is just getting to know the cute boy that was once his kitten. This is the journey through their friendship and maybe even relationship?

Magnet Souls (ao3) - jbhmalum E, 42k

Summary: Ashton loves sex a whole lot, Calum hates the thought of it. They’re soulmates. Alternatively, a story about self-respect and compromise in the name of love.

never know what you’ve got until it’s gone - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) G, 10k

Summary: Ashton’s had the biggest crush on Calum Hood since forever. Luke knew this. He only had the best of intentions when he brought up Ashton’s crush to Calum. He never thought about Ashton potentially finding out.

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

space may be the final frontier but it's made in a hollywood basement (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember T, 6k

Summary: Of course they agreed to do it. When they’d been asked, they’d already signed several NDAs, so it wasn’t as though they could just pretend the whole interaction never happened. Plus, how badass would it be to fool the entire world into thinking people had landed on the moon?

or, 5 times Calum saw Ashton while faking the moonlanding, plus 1 time they met up without a government conspiracy ;)

Stargazing (ao3) - Zoe13 NR, 11k

Summary: Michael likes to look at the night sky after shows from the rooftops of hotels, but he’s not just enjoying the view. Sometimes he thinks about what it would be like to fly through the air for just a moment, soar with the stars and spread his wings. Of course, he wouldn’t actually fly, but he doesn’t think he’d mind that either. Anything to stop this feeling.

superlatives (ao3) - dazedlight (opinionoutpost) G, 2k

Summary: ’“We’re not even dating,” Calum says, exasperated, ignoring his friends as he raises his head once more and throws his hands in the air. “Shouldn’t the Best Couple actually be a couple?”’

Or, Calum and Ashton win the award for Best Couple in their school yearbook even though they are not, in fact, a couple.

through the mirror (ao3) - yourinternetkid N/R, 12k

Summary: In which Ashton is a normal guy with a cursed mirror and Calum just wants to hold his hand.

under the mistletoe - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/luke, calum/ashton, sierra/crystal T, 4k

Summary: Michael needs a date to his work’s Christmas party. Luke offers to be his fake date. Michael should be thrilled about this, but Michael’s had a crush on Luke ever since they met each other. Now he has to fake date Luke for a party when his feelings aren’t fake at all.

wanna share? - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 10k

Summary: Ashton supposes this is what he gets, though, for allowing the school to drop a random roommate in with him but he still expected to see the guy at least a little during the day

or, the one where Calum and Ashton are college roommates who only see each other at night.

You Are The Moon That Breaks The Night (ao3) - thesoulsailor E, 120k

Summary: or a drunk walk home is destined to change Ashton's life forever.

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Forever & a Night//michael clifford

Second NYE chronicles! This is some sweet and fluffy Michael with maybe a pinch of smut who knows🤷🏻‍♀️ I also got very carried away. Oops. reader insert but written as fem!reader

warnings: casual drinking, champagne, first time having sex, reminiscent memories

Masterlist

NYE Chronicles masterlist

Enjoy! feedback is always welcomed :)

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Michael’s holding your hand as he weaves through the New Year’s Eve traffic. The leftover snow glitters from the neon signs of bars and restaurants that are already flooded with New Year’s Eve celebrators. The radio station is playing the top forty song of the past year, Michael’s thumb rubs over your knuckles and circles the diamond ring that hasn’t left your finger since last New Year’s Eve.

“Remember our first kiss?” he asks you, his voice soft and soothing. 

His voice was one of the many things you love about Michael. The soft timber was the only thing that can calm you down if you’re frantic over a busy schedule, and the scratch of it tickled your ears in the early mornings. 

“Of course I do, it was also the first time we met,” you giggle resting your head on your seat to gaze lovingly at him. The lights on the street flickered over his face, accenting his pretty green eyes and perfectly pink lips. Lips you’ve kissed since you were fourteen years old. 

“You missed my lips the first time,” he chuckles, eyes sliding over to you as he rolls to a stop at a light. 

“I was nervous! You were my first kiss ever.”

**

It happened in the basement of your (at the time) best friend’s house, she was having a New Year’s Eve party and it was your first boy/girl party to attend. It was mainly kids from school so you knew everyone but stayed on the outskirts of the party taking it all in. You were at the snack table when a call for a game of Truth or Dare aroused and you scampered away as fast as you could. 

On the other side of the stairs was the tv where Michael and his best friend Calum were playing video games. Michael had on his signature dark gray beanie, making his face appear more round but you could see his boyish charms were fading into a teenager. At first, you thought he was annoying because he was loud and interrupted the teachers. Then he made a joke that you laughed at during math class and you realized how funny he was. His humor is what attracted you to him in the first place. 

“You got me with a blue turtle? Fuck you,” Michael shoved Calum with his shoulder and your ears rang at the cuss. 

It’s weird hearing people you’ve known since you were six use swear words now. Growing up is weird. 

“Hey, Y/N, you wanna play?” Michael asked and you stared dumbfounded that he asked and that he knew your name. 

“I’m fine watching,” you shrugged, moving to the floor in front of him. You sit cross legged placing your plate of snacks in front of you and start to munch. Knowing your manners, you hold up the plate of goodies. “Want some?”

“Thanks,” he smiled and took a few pieces of popcorn. 

“Is the pizza here yet?” Calum asked, his eyes focused on his character. 

“I don’t think so. I think Casey’s mom just went to pick it up.” 

So there you sat, watching them play Mario Kart ‘64 laughing at their banter and even shouting at Michael to pull away from the wall or to watch out for a banana that’s in his path. The pizza arrived and the three of you remained in the back corner of the basement enjoying your smaller party. 

When midnight neared, Casey shut the lights off so you could watch the ball drop. Michael pulled you to the back away from everyone else and for some reason you had butterflies in your stomach. 

Ten minutes until midnight and Michael moved closer to you so his bicep touched the top of your shoulder. He was very tall and your arm zinged from the contact. 

Five minutes until midnight and he leaned down to your ear.

“Would you maybe wanna be my kiss at midnight?” goosebumps formed on your ear and you never knew that was even possible. You nodded your head, too scared to look at him because you’ve never kissed someone before. “Cool.”

Your nerves were heightened as it ticked closer and closer to midnight. The other kids were becoming louder in anticipation of the new year but you were worried about where to put your hands and how to turn your head so your noses don’t bump. 

The twenty second countdown began and Michael took hold of your hands. His were cool and soft compared to your warm clammy ones. He moved you in front of him, holding you close as his thumbs ran over your skin. It calmed you down a little. 

You stared at each other as it became ten seconds. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest but you were hypnotized by his eyes. 

“FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Party horns and silly string exploded behind you as you leaned up on your toes to give him a quick kiss. You ended up kissing below his lips a little and on his chin but you still felt a shock from the contact. Embarrassed, you buried your face in his hoodie, your face hot.

Michael hugged you back with his cheek resting on the top of your head. 

“Could we try that again, maybe?” he asked politely. 

“Now?!” you squeaked in shock. 

“Or later,” he chuckled. “How about we go back and play video games?”

“Okay.”

He held your hand as he led you back to the tv area and you both sat a little closer to each other on the couch. 

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you’re concentrating really hard on the tv screen and your fingers on the controller. Then you feel Michael’s lips smoosh on your cheek in a kiss. You’re frozen. Frozen in shock and heightened senses. 

“Happy New Year.”

**

Michael’s thumb is still rubbing your hand as you both walk into the lobby of the hotel. It’s still decorated from Christmas with a few blue and silver baubles for New Year’s. At the concierge desk stood Calum and his girlfriend who were dressed to the nines for a party they would be attending after the ceremony. Calum was in all black with a gold tie and a top hat to complete the look while his girlfriend had on a pretty silver dress that sparkled in the light. 

“How did we beat you here when it’s your day?” Calum asks.

“Got stuck in party traffic,” Michale laughs. “Love the hat, man. Is the officiant here?”

“Yup, he’s all set. We just have to get you in your dress,” Calum’s girlfriend beams at you. 

“Everything is in the room, right?” you ask, your voice shaking slightly from excitement and nerves. 

“Yes, but you can’t see what it looks like until after the ceremony. Come on, time to primp and pamper you!”

“I’ll see you in about an hour,” Michael says, tugging you against his chest. His long finger pokes your nose before he leans in to give you a soft kiss. “Breathe, baby. This is our day.”

“What are you and Cal gonna do?”

“I’m going to buy him a drink while we wait for you ladies,” Calum grins.

“Okay,” you sigh heavily. “I’ll see you soon.”

You hold each other’s hand until the last possible second, until it’s just your pinkies linked together and then you’re walking towards the elevator and he’s headed to the bar. 

Calum’s girlfriend covered your eyes as you entered the honeymoon suite you and Michael reserved for after the ceremony. You’re sat in a glam chair as someone works on your hair, two other people work on your nails and toes and another does your make-up. They’re all a well oiled machine and you close your eyes, seeing past New Year’s with Michael behind your lids.

On another New Year’s Eve when you were nineteen, you were with Michael at a cabin his parents rented out for the two of you. It became a tradition of yours to order pizza and play video games. But this year...this year was going to be special. When he picked you up in his old car and he kissed you hello, you felt different. 

The whole journey to the cabin was full of this energy you couldn’t quite place. It left you buzzing and in anticipation of what the night would bring. Sensing your feelings, Michael reached over and took your hand bringing it to his lips. You felt a surge of affection as you felt the shakiness of his breath on your knuckles. He was nervous too.

While you played video games and ate, you also had a drink or two as the night progressed. And as the night progressed, you became warm and filled with a burning you’ve never felt before. Michael was in the kitchen opening a bottle of champagne he brought and walked in with two gold flukes.

“For you my lady,” he handed you a glass then poured the bubbly in your glass. It simmered and fizzled the bubbles away while he poured his own. “This is called ‘34+35.’’

“What does that mean?” you asked while taking a sip then smack your lips together at the sweet taste.

“Probably the year? I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Hey! We need to toast first before you drink!”

“Sorry!” 

“To our five year tradition and anniversary,” he smiled looping his arm around yours. “I love you, kitty.”

“I love you, too,” you smiled then you both took a drink.

Two glasses later, you were both laid out on the large couch with Michael nestled between your legs, your lips connected in drunken kisses. Both of you are in your underwear and Michael’s fingers are dipping under the strap of your bra. He pulled it off your shoulder and his lips moved to the free space above your breast. 

The scruff of his beard tickled your skin, his lips so soft on your skin as he kissed it lower, lower, and lower until he pulled the cup of your bra down. Being exposed to the air and his hot breath made your nipple harden. Michael sucked it between his teeth and you gasped at the newfound sensation. His lips puckered around your mound while his tongue flicked and circled your nipple. 

“Does this feel okay?” he asked, his voice a little raspy.

“Good...good,” you nodded squeezing his shoulders, “really good, Mikey.”

After a few more light suckles, he pulled your other cup down and used his mouth in the same fashion. You closed your eyes at the care he was taking with his mouth on you. He palmed your other breast, rolling your peaked nipple between his fingers and you rolled your hips against his trying to tame the heat between your legs. 

Soon after, the rest of your clothes were discarded and you stared a little wide-eyed as he rolled a condom on his hardened dick. He pumped himself twice to make sure it was on properly, his lower lip caught between his teeth. 

“You’re sure?” he asked and you shifted your eyes to his face. 

There was so much love and care in those sea glass eyes. In answer to his question, you dragged him by his neck so he was on top of you. 

“It’s you, Michael. I want you,” you mumbled on his lips. 

It took some time because it was the first time for the both of you. Tears pricked in your eyes as he nudged himself inside you, even with the lube he brought it was forgein to your anatomy but each inch felt better. 

You were both breathing heavily as he adjusted, he was very patient and his careful care made sweat form on his skin. 

“You feel amazing,” he panted closing his eyes. His head drooped to your neck, hot breath fanning your skin and he began to rock. 

Each pull and thrust the burn between your legs lessened and was replaced with a new sensation that made your toes curl. It was special, it was hot, it was all brand new but you loved every minute of it because you and Michael were perfect for each other. 

Afterwards, he poured you both another glass of champagne as you snuggled under the large blanket watching the New Year’s celebration on tv. You hadn’t even realized it was the new year because you were so involved with each other. 

“New Year’s Eve is my favorite holiday,” Michael said.

“You’re just saying that because you got lucky,” you teased taking the bottle from him. 

“Yeah I got lucky. Lucky to have you as my best friend, my girlfriend, and now my lover. New Year’s Eve is our day, babe.”

“Forever?” you asked, holding out your pinky. 

“Forever and a night,” he grinned, linking his pinky with yours.

**

You’re adjusting the flowers in your hand as you walk towards the small party room where Michael is waiting for you. About a year after that first time, Michael started off on his music career and with timing and being on different continents, that was the last New Year’s you spent with him until two years ago. You still were in each other’s orbits silently cheering the other on on social media. 

You met up again on New Year’s Eve at a mutual friend’s party. You stuck by each other like glue, reminiscing and catching up on new adventures you’ve both had. Discussions of break-ups, stupid moments, and other memories occurred and when the ball dropped you were already kissing. 

“It’s just you and him,” Calum’s girlfriend tells you quietly. 

The music starts inside, the doors open and she walks down the small aisle laden with glitter paper and flowers. You adjusted your dress, a pretty champagne color and took a deep breath as you made your way to your best friend. Michael couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

The ceremony was short and simple since it was just the four of you. Michael’s vows made you cry because he brought up past New Year’s Eve moments. He held your pinky the whole time then when you were declared husband and wife, he cradled your face in his hands pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

Your first kiss as husband and wife.

Photos were taken shortly after, then Calum and his girlfriend were off to finish the rest of the evening at a party. They offered their congratulations and happiness before you and Michael were finally alone. When the elevator doors open, he lifts you in his arms and walks across the threshold into your honeymoon suite.

“I’ll do this again when we’re back home,” he says nuzzling your cheek. 

The room is decorated with roses and candles. Near the window overlooking the city is a table with steak, shrimp, fruit, champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. The meal is delectable, the champagne is your favorite ‘34+35’ brand. Michael snapped pictures of you and you took some of him. Then you took one with your hands over the other capturing your wedding bands. 

“How about we take a bath?” he asks, already scooting his chair from the table. 

The bubbles are warm and so is the bubbly in your flukes. You share kisses that leave your lips tingling and soon you’re in his lap. 

“I’m having deja vu here,” he mumbles moving his lips over your jaw. 

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It’s a very good thing.” he sucks on your neck and you gasp. 

Shortly after, you shift back into the suite and fall on top of the dark gold bedspread. Michael rocks into you and you’re filled with overwhelming sensations. He drags his tongue between the valley of your breasts and you gasp out his name when he hits a certain spot. 

Your fingers link and your wedding bands clink together just as fireworks explode outside. It must be midnight. 

“Happy New Year, wife,” he pants, his eyes glazed over as he looks down at you. He gives you a kiss. 

“Happy New Year, husband,” you smile lazily then bite your lip as your toes curl. 

“New Year’s Eve, it’s always been you,” he sighs, knocking his forehead to yours. His hips move at a slower pace. “My best friend, my girlfriend, my lover, my fiancé, and now my wife.”

“New Year’s is ours,” you smile stretching your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “Forever…”

“Forever and a night.”

He lifts your arms over your head, starting the new year the way you know best, connected.

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[midnightash]

Cuddling with Michael would include...

Always would have the dogs with you because who doesn’t love puppy cuddles too?

Whimpering every time you move with a small mumble of “please don’t go”

Taking you on tour with him because he can’t sleep without holding you

Blankets galore

Mikey is definitely the type to brag to everyone how amazing cuddling you is just because he knows you’re all his

“Hey can we cuddle?”

You poking at his cheeks and laughing at his little giggles / cute faces he makes from it

The dogs constantly licking your faces while you cuddle

“Mikey can we get another puppy?”

Michael would definitely love to play video games while you were cuddled up next to him or laying in his lap

“Wanna play xbox?”

Michael wouldn’t be able to resist cuddling and when he wanted it he would give you the cutest puppy eyes / pout until you said yes

Michael also getting frustrated at said game and hearing your soft giggles , making him laugh too

Did I mention how much I wanna cuddle Michael?

You never wanting to leave his side after cuddling

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This is one of the most pure things and I just🥺

[lovermine]

new girl!au | help me decide <3

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okay so it starts with oc getting kicked out of her own apartment that she lives in with her boyfriend because of the toxic relationship they have, and they have nowhere to go so she ends up living with the band (who aren’t super duper famous in this fic, just local celebrities kinda thing)

they help her get over her ex after finding out how awfully he treated her, and they basically become her guard dogs from him bcos they love her already

n they’ve lowkey all got massive crushes on her, like she’s a hot girl living in their apartment and they’re young adult men.. they think with their dicks 90% of the time

she walks out of the bathroom in a towel to go to her room and their eyes pop out of their heads

so the roommate pact ensues, the men of apartment 5D will not flirt with or try to pursue their hot roommate (easier said than done)

and ofc one of these assholes has to break the pact cos then there’s no fic duh

which is where i need your help!! i have no idea which member should be the one oc ends up with.

i originally thought michael bcos he reminds me the most of nick from new girl and this is a hundred percent a nick/jess situation, but the choice is up to those who would even be interested in reading this

so please let me know your choice of love interest and if you have any headcanon ideas for the fic!! i’d be super interested in reading them and trying to incorporate your ideas into the overall thing <3 thnx

[cheekysos]

Masquerade Rendezvous

Michael Clifford x Gender Neutral Reader

Author’s Note: This is my first gender neutral piece so I’m very nervous and I hope it’s okay. Thank you so much @sadistmichael​ for creating this amazing Michael appreciation week and for helping me with this piece! Also thanks to my lovelies @sexgodashton​, @talkfastromance4​ for your awesome advice! And @karajaynetoday​ @jae-writes-fanfiction​, and @blackbutterfliescal​ for beta-writing. I think I’m going to start a taglist so let me know if you’re interested in being included. 

Summary: Y/N attends a masquerade benefit where they meet a mysterious DJ.

Warnings: Smut, male receiving oral, gender neutral fingering, protected sex, alcohol, and swearing.

Every year your best friend, Alex’s law firm throws a massive charity event and this year is masquerade themed. You always agreed to tag along since it was for a good cause and you wanted to be supportive, the open bar also didn’t hurt. The theme excited you, allowing you the chance to have fun and be mysterious and that’s just what you intended on doing. 

As soon as you walked into the venue you were taken back by the music. The tempo was fast with a hard baseline, definitely wasn’t the typical music played at this event but you weren’t complaining. The venue was beautifully decorated, and looked straight out of a movie. Everyone’s faces are covered in various shapes, colors, and finishes of masks. You decided on a silver mask with intricate detailing, just covering your eyes. You headed straight towards the bartender wearing a simple black mask before you searched for your friend.

“Shot of vodka please! Double it,” you yelled over the music. You wanted to have fun tonight, to let loose. The bartender placed the shot on top of a gold cocktail napkin. You raise the glass to your lips while you sway to the music. In one quick motion you tipped back the glass swallowing every drop of liquid courage. The bitterness of the vodka made you wince as it made its way down your body. 

“You get booze before you come find me?” Alex leans against the bar next to you. 

“Of course I did. Figured I’d try to catch up with you!” you teased.

“Maybe if you weren’t late! Now let's go dance!”

You slid the empty glass across the bar and made your way through the sea of enigmatic faces towards the dance floor. As you got closer to the source of the music you instantly noticed the DJ. 

  His dirty blonde hair was long and his fringe tucked behind his mask, a half face shaped mask with a steampunk twist. His pink lips promently contrasted against his fair skin and scruffy facial hair. His focus was set on the turntables, his body moving along to the beat. He was everything you wanted in that moment, you craved him. One thing about you was when you wanted something you didn’t stop until you got it. You danced toward the booth, stopping just shy of his booth. You played up your movements on the dance floor exaggerating the sway of your hips. You let his music take control. You pressed your backside against Alex, she latched onto your hips and guided your rhythm. You looked back at him, his focus now in your direction. If he was going to watch, you were going to give him a show. You continued to dance while keeping eye contact with the mysterious DJ. He reached for his drink, taking a long swig. You watched as his tongue swiped along his bottom lip. Your mind wandered to thoughts of other places you desperately wanted his tongue. 

“Who’s the DJ?” you asked Alex over the music. 

“Don’t know but I knew you’d like him,” she laughed. 

“Lets play!” You purred. 

You spun around to face your friend, the mischievous smile on her face matched yours. This wasn’t the first time Alex has been your wingman. The two of you knew how to play each other up. Her hands roamed all over your body as you let go, your head thrown back in pleasure and the lights dancing across your exposed skin. You locked eyes with his hungry stare. You snicker at him gnawing on his bottom lip, he was clearly enjoying the view. The pads of your fingers grazed Alex’s cheeks gently pulling her mauve lips to yours. The kiss was slow and sensual, open mouths with no tongue. He glanced over your shoulder at him standing there with his mouth agape. A woman walked up to the booth and accepted a microphone the DJ handed her. She began speaking about the charity event but you were checked out, your focus was on him. His eyes were back on you, now paired with a cheeky little smirk. He motioned towards the side as he left the booth with a wink. He started to walk off, you shot Alex a look and followed after him. There was something about him that you couldn’t ignore, maybe it was the anonymity of the masks or maybe it was his carefree disposition and piercing jade eyes. You turned the corner and found him leaning against the wall. 

“You’re a needy little thing aren’t ya?”

“Depends,” you quipped. “You think you can take care of my needs?”

            He laughed at your question, he was clearly confident in his abilities. “Oh, I know I can kitten.” 

He stepped toward you, removing all the empty space between your bodies. Despite his mask covering a large portion of his face he was still one of the most exquisite looking men you’ve seen. There was a shared silence between you two as you took in each other’s presence, your chest heaving with anticipation. When it all became too much you caved, connecting with his ample pink lips and after that he took control. His kiss was eager and chaste, his tongue danced across yours leaving along the sweet bitterness of what tasted like a jack and coke. He parted from your mouth, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, gently tugging on it. 

       He grabbed your hand and pulled you into a small supply closet, your bodies colliding with various cleaning supplies. Your laughter filled the enclosed space.  He latched onto your chin, pushing your face to the side. His mouth worked his way down the side of your neck sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. You melt and moan into his kiss. His fingers slip into your parted lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Suck on my fingers, get them nice and wet for me.” He pushed two fingers in deeper, the ‘x’ on his finger disappearing passed your lips. You choke lightly around his digits, saliva dripping from your mouth. 

He spins you around, pressing you against the wall. His hand trailed down the length of your spine. He slipped into your pants, his coated fingers immediately working your hole. Your body had a visceral reaction to his touch.

“Yes please more.” you breathed. 

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How desperate. I bet you would’ve taken my cock straight away wouldn’t you?” His finger languidly pumped in and out of your sex. 

           “Y-yes,” you hissed. Your head was clouded with pleasure. He worked on a small patch of skin where your shoulder and neck meet, clearly trying to leave his mark. 

           “On your knees for me,” he whispered against your skin. 

You held your stare as you dropped to your knees. His well endowed cock stretched the fabric of his trousers taught. As much as you wanted to have fun and tease,  you wanted his cock in your mouth even more. He watched you eagerly as you undid his zipper and shimmied his pants down to his ankles. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. His cock was rock hard flushed against his abdomen. The amount of precum collecting at the tip was a clear indication that he was more than ready for your mouth. 

   “You like what you see kitten?” His thumb grazing your bottom lip. 

You nodded desperately. 

“Then do somethin’ about it,” he teased. 

You ran your hands up his thighs, your thumbs just barely grazing his balls before you lowered his cock to your mouth. You opened your mouth and lightly sucked on the pink tip, making sure to lap up every drop of his eagerness, he hissed from the stimulation. You sank down on him as your hand held steady at the base of his cock. 

  “Shit you take me so well,” he praised. 

You held him in your throat, moaning ever so slightly. His hips bucked at the vibrations inducing a quiet gag and your eyes to water. He used to thumb to wipe away a stray tear and held the side on your face to guide you to a persistent pace. Arousal churned in the pit of your stomach, your body was begging to be filled by him. 

  You continued to work his shaft with your hand while kissing his inner thigh, moving towards his balls. You took one of them in your mouth and sucked on it gently. The noise this action evoked from him was a confidence booster, you loved the power you had right now - the fact that you were causing all his pleasure. 

“Shit kitten. Need to fuck you now,” he helped you to your feet and tasted himself in your tongue. 

“Take off your pants,” he instructed. You did as you were told as he dug through his pants on the floor for a condom. Hastily he tore the foil packet and slipped it on himself. You took your position again facing the wall. The blonde grabbed a handful of your ass and lifted your leg onto the nearby shelf, giving him more access to your aching sex. He spit on his fingers, rubbing it onto your hole for extra lubrication. You reached behind yourself and grabbed onto his waist as he slowly pushed himself into you. Your jaw went slack as he stretched you out. 

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He panted. 

Your hands roamed over every inch of his skin you could reach. You pulled him closer, your body yearned for more, you needed everything he’d give you. You were grateful the music party was so loud otherwise the whole venue would be privy to the two of you, but a part of you couldn’t even be bothered to care - you were too far gone. You pulled his blonde locks toward you, your masks colliding when your lips connected again. You shared desperate kisses, chaste touches and immense pleasure as he fucked you to climax. 

“I’m g-gonna cum,” you whimpered. 

“C’mon kitten. Come undone - wanna feel ya.” He egged you on. Your perched leg began to shake and the churning arousal in the pit of your stomach started to burst. Everything hit you all at once, the sensations were overwhelming and almost too much to handle but he didn’t let up. It was almost too much, the orgasm coursing through your veins. You could tell he was close when he picked up his speed, the sounds of bare skin slapping together filled the room. With one final thrust, he released into the condom. You lowered your now aching leg to the floor after he slipped out of you. The two of you stood together a bit, your sweaty bodies holding each other upright as you relished in the afterglow. 

 “Fuck, I should get back there,” he broke the silence. “That was…we should do that again.” 

You tried to hide your beaming smile. “Think I should get your name first.” You joked. 

“Right. We skipped that didn’t we? I’m Michael.”

Taglist: @justhereforcalum​, @notinthesameguey​

[zairapvrker]

can I request a coffee shop AU with michael? But like one of them visits the other at this cafe they work at? Just a soft loving partner check up thing? Is this too generic? Sorry 🙈🙈

so cute!! thanks for requesting hun, hope you’ll like it <3

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Michael was used to checking up on you at the coffee shop whenever he had a break, either the hour long lunch one or the fifteen minutes ones he had in-between guitar lessons.

It wasn’t a long trip, just down the street from the record shop he worked at - where he was the part time guitar teacher. Really, only a two minutes walk and completely worth the while.

Whenever you noticed him walk through the doors of the quiet coffee shop, a sweet smile automatically opened up on your face and you had to start focusing more on the task at hand. He often had music sheets in his hands and a pencil resting behind his ear, the same one he kept his lonely earbud in. Michael would always absentmindedly walk until he reached the line and only lifted his green eyes onto you when it was his turn to order.

His smile was always bright and wide when he saw you already looking at him dreamily - you’d admit.

“Hi, love” he’d salute, chuckling lightly at the small blush that’d creep on your cheeks. Mikey you gotta stop that! My coworkers always laugh at me when they see how smitten I am with you! You’d said to him once; it’s safe to say that he never did.

“Want your usual for lunch?” you’d ask then, booping his nose and basking in the feeling of having him blush at such a simple gesture - it was payback.

Michael would nod, winking with a grin, before paying and waiting for you at the table you’d always sneak a reserved plate onto so you could have it for yourselves - thankfully no one ever said anything.

Lunch breaks would be his favourites, because he got to spend more time with you to talk, or complain about insufferable students and rude costumers, or ramble on and on about this or that - since you asked for your lunch break to be in the same hour as his - but you liked it better when he’d make surprise visits.

Seeing him jogging down the street in the drizzle just so he could steal a kiss and a cookie, watch you interact with costumers and the jog back to the music shop. Or seeing him come in all frustrated because his last student had been a handful and he just wanted a hug.

Michael would always make sure you were doing okay too, asking if you needed anything or if he needed to scold some fourteen year old who’d tried to steal candy from the jar you kept near the till.

At the end of the day you’d halfway down the street, just in the middle between his shop and yours. Michael hugged you tight, like he couldn’t do when he came to visit, and kissed you until you both needed to catch a breath.

“Should we head home?” he’d ask, grinning from ear to ear.

“Lead the way” you’d say, stamping a kiss on his cheek as the both of you chuckled.

[softforcal]

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[carriedawayfromhome]

Taste - M.C

Count: 1.7K

Summary: In which Michael finds himself at a loss of how to fix this situation he’s inevitable walked himself into. 

Rating: Mature

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He stops you with a finger on your lips, a small smile on his face. He still doesn’t say anything as he bends down slightly, letting his fingers dance down your thighs...

Michael watches anxiously as you filter from person to person, mingling with a glass of wine in your hand. He’s not sure how many you have had, but you’re still steady on your feet, so he’s not too worried. As for him, well he’s been nursing his beer for the last hour, trying to mingle with the guests at this wedding, smiling politely when someone asks him a question. 

You haven’t spoken to him since you two arrived earlier in the day, the car ride was silent, Michael occasionally glancing over to you in hopes that you would look his way as well. You two didn’t fight often, or at all really, but yesterday he had really messed up. The meeting was at nine yesterday morning, it was meant to be you, Michael and the mortgage broker. He couldn’t sleep the night before, the restless butterflies making a home in his stomach, for some reason the thought of buying a home with you scared him, it meant finality, it meant commitment. He loved you, there was no doubt in his mind, but he just didn’t know if he wanted to make that leap with you, it made him ridiculously nervous.

Michael had woken up that morning after finally getting to sleep and had laid in bed, eyes fixated on the ceiling, you were already up and at the gym, a note on the bed side table informing him that you would see him at the meeting with two small x’s to finish. You were so eager to start your new life with your boyfriend, buying a house together, then hopefully not long after a dog would follow. 

Michael had eventually gotten out of bed, gotten dressed and had stuffed a protein bar into his mouth and tiredly walked his way down the pathway to his car, though as he had gotten into the drivers seat, key in ignition a sudden wave of panic rose over his entire body, hands gripping the steering wheel. As quickly as he had gotten into the car he had gotten out, running back in through the front door, abandoning the car keys on the counter. He hadn’t bothered taking off his clothes, he just dove straight back into bed, the dread inside him sinking deep into the mattress below him. 

That night had been a flurry of words and yells, you had never felt so embarrassed or angry in your entire life, no calls, no texts from your boyfriend saying where he was, at first you thought maybe he had been in an accident and was worried sick, until you had left the meeting extremely apologetic, only to find your boyfriend under the covers on the bed where you had left him. 

You were furious and mainly confused, you thought he wanted it, he had agreed to come to the appointment to sign for a loan, but no, apparently you had heard wrong. Mainly you were disappointed that your boyfriend wouldn’t come to you to let you know if he didn’t want to make this decision with you, that’s all it would have taken, just a quick conversation. After the fight you had stopped speaking to him, now you find yourself trying to stay busy with the guests at your friends wedding, anything to keep your mind off of him. 

You had made a few sad glances over to your boyfriend throughout the night, he was always in the same place, same beer in hand, same expression across his face. He was always looking at you when you made a peek at him, a tiny somber smile would appear, a look in his eyes as if hopeful you would disregard the people in the room and make your way to him. But it didn’t work, you were still too angry to make conversation just yet.

Michael sighs just after finishing his beer, the taste feeling sour in his mouth, he tries to decide if he wants to risk grabbing another, if only to have something to do with his hands whilst watching you still make your way around the guests. He can’t remember feeling this sorry for quite a long time, he never liked confrontation, always liked things to be easy and smooth, preferably no bumps along the way. 

He places the empty beer bottle on a table as he notices you excuse yourself, walking towards the bathroom stalls, before he thinks it through too much he follows quickly behind you, weaving in between well dressed guests. He watches as your long silky dress disappears behind a wall, Michael following hastily in your footsteps. He watches as you dart into a bathroom and before you can lock it, Michael runs straight in, locking the door behind him. 

You stare at him incredulously, “Michael!” You whisper yell at him, “What the hell are you doing?”

He takes a moment, slightly out of breath from trying to catch up to you, his eyes watching your angry face, your arms crossed over your middle. Michael straightens up and realises he didn’t think up anything to say in this situation and now he’s lost for words. 

After a moment of silence you roll your eyes, huffing slightly, “Michael please leave, I need to use the bathroom.” 

As you turn to walk towards the stalls Michael’s hand grabs onto your elbow, spinning you back around to him, you’re about to tell him to get out once more, before he’s kissing you firmly, arms latched onto your hips. 

You pull away, more anger surging through you, “Michael! For fucks sake.” But you don’t get a chance to continue that sentence as pushes you towards the bathroom door, a little more rough than usual and your head stings where it hits the hard surface. His lips are now back on yours and your hands go up to his chest, pushing against the skin. 

“Michael, I don’t want to have sex in this bathroom at my friends wedding!” You’re still trying to keep your voice down, not wanting to suddenly hear a knock at the door. Michael still doesn’t say anything, his eyes boring into yours. 

He kisses you again, this time though you let yourself relax into his touch, you haven’t kissed him since early yesterday and even though that’s not that long ago, you still miss his touch against you, you’re still angry at what he did, but you let him hold you, let him take away that stress for a moment. 

You both kiss for another moment, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair, his hands resting on your waist, the silky dress underneath feels amazing underneath his fingers. Michael’s lips start to trail down your neck, only light kisses there ensuring no marks are left. His hands are starting to grab at your thighs and you push him back once again, “Michael, please, I don’t want to have sex….”

He stops you with a finger on your lips, a small smile on his face. He still doesn’t say anything as he bends down slightly, letting his fingers dance down your thighs, down to your ankles and to the hem of your dress, bringing it with him as he stands again, you look at him in confusion when he places the hem of your own dress in your hands. He then bends down onto his knees and that’s when your breath starts to quicken and you subconsciously let your legs part, your hands tightly gripping the bottom of your dress. 

He leans forward, kissing the area around your underwear, your heat starting to build within your white lace underwear. He licks a thick strip on the outside of the material and the anticipation makes your stomach jump, one of your hands going to his head, a slight urgency in your grip. He takes the hint, moving your underwear to the side so he can lick right up between you, a small sound escaping your mouth. You let your head fall back against the door as Michael continues on, licking up to then suck, your fingers tightening in his hair. 

You tug, hoping to let him know to speed up, usually when Michael is between your legs he loves to make the moment last for as long as humanly possible, drawing out every lick and suck and making you squirm. Usually the thought of getting caught in different situations would make you wetter, but the thought of getting caught at a wedding doesn’t sound like something you want to experience tonight. Michael continues on a little quicker this time, having now pulled your underwear down to your ankles, he adds two fingers into you not giving you a chance to adjust, he knows you can handle it, his tongue works expertly over your most sensitive area, a few tiny moans echoing through the empty bathroom. 

It doesn’t take long for you to feel the familiar tug form in your stomach and you whisper Michaels name and you almost feel him smile against you, he continues his pace, not changing it up to ensure he can bring you to your climax as soon as possible. A few moments later the feeling washes over you, your back arching into Michael’s touch as he helps you through it, his tongue slipping out every now and again to kiss your now oversensitive areas, your hand holding hard onto the back of Michael’s neck. 

As you start to come down from your high, you feel Michael pull your underwear back up your thighs, making sure they’re sitting comfortably. He stands up level to you, as you let your dress fall back down, the light fabric resting against your ankles. 

Michael smiles softly, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm, adjusting his suit to make it seem as though he didn’t just make you cum in the ladies bathroom. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, “I was scared about buying a house with you, I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.” 

You nod at him, your hand coming up to cup his cheek, smiling at him softly. He leans forward to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips, the feeling almost making the heat between your legs start up again. 

Michael pulls back, only to lean forward and lick at your lips, “God you taste amazing.” He whispers into your skin, hands snaking around to unlock the door, opening it just enough for him to wink at you and exit out into the room full of guests. 

The door clicks back into place as you shake your head, a laugh bubbling up, “That boy I swear.” You whisper into the empty room, the anger starting to dissipate within you. 

[calumance]

55. "You beat my high score? You... Beat my high score???" With Mikey please

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55. “You beat my high score? You…beat my high score?!”

           Sundays were always lazy days, especially if they came after the most hectic work week. Both you and Michael had been insanely busy during the week, almost to the point that you felt like you had barely seen each other. Before going to bed last night, you and Michael had agreed to have completely clear schedules and the day would be spent one hundred percent together, and alone. So, when you woke up alone, you were already irritated. A sigh escaped your chest as you headed through the house to make some coffee. Maybe the coffee would calm your irritation before you started to call Michael and ask him where he went.

           As you rounded the corner into the kitchen, you found Michael wearing sweatpants and an apron over his bare top half. You stopped dead in your tracks and a small smile pulled at the corner of your lips. As he mixed the eggs in the bowl, he looked over at you and smiled. “You were supposed to stay asleep so I could bring you breakfast in bed.” His eyes focused back onto the eggs and you took a few steps forward.

           “It’s hard to sleep when the warmth I’m used to next to me isn’t there. I thought I was going to have to rip you a new one for breaking our promise.” You nudged him before taking the pot of coffee and turned to the cupboard that has all of the mugs in it.

           He chuckled and poured the eggs into the hot pan, causing them to sizzle as you poured the coffee into your mug. After the coffee had enough cream and sugar to your liking, you turn and stood next to Michael to watch him as he cooked the eggs. “What else did you make?”

           He smiled down at you, continuing to stir the eggs. “Your favorite, chocolate chip pancakes with powdered sugar instead of syrup, eggs, and some hash browns.”

           Your stomach growled at the thought and you grabbed it to muffle the noise. “That sounds absolutely amazing.”

           “Good, go sit on the couch, I’ll bring you breakfast in just a minute.” He bent down to kiss the top of your head and you followed his instructions and sat on the couch. Your legs folded under you as you took a sip from your coffee and turned the TV on. Just as you got comfortable, Michael came into the room carrying all of the plates on a tray and setting it down on the table in front of you.

           Your stomach growled again as the scent of all the food made your way into your nose. You hummed as you leaned forward and grabbed the plate of pancakes. “Why did you cook me breakfast?” You asked as you shoved the biggest bite you could possibly manage into your mouth.

           He laughed at him, his smiled causing his cheeks to turn pink. “Because you had a hard week. I know we didn’t see much of each other, but I could see how stressed you were. I just want to make sure you know I love you and I’m here to take care of you.”

           The look in his eyes made you melt, his soft smile and his messy blonde hair just made your heart race. “Michael,” You swooned as you leaned forward to press your hand to his stubble covered cheek. “I love you so much. Thank you.” He smiled again and leaned forward to press a kiss to your sugar coated lips.

           After you finished breakfast, you found yourself lying on the couch, your head in his lap, his fingers absently running through your hair. You looked up at him, causing him to look down at you. “Can we play a video game or something? I’m getting bored.” He nodded and stood up as you sat up. Your legs folding underneath you again as he grabbed two controllers. He handed you one and sat next to you as the console turned on and he selected a game.

           You played a few rounds, Michael completely crushing you until you finally got a hang of the controls. On the third round, you were suddenly crushing Michael, he was laughing, and so were you. He nudged you in effort to make you mess up, but nothing was stopping you now. The round lasted longer than the last two until both of your ended up dying at the same time. The scores displayed on the screen as they usually do and Michael’s jaw fell open. "You beat my high score? You... beat my high score???" He laughed and turned to you.

           Your cheeks were pink and you shrugged. “I don’t even know how, I just finally figured out the controls.” You mouth hung open trying to figure out what you did, but even you didn’t know.

           “Alright, I see how it is. We’re going to play again and see if you’re a repeat offender.” The smile was still glued to his face as he started another round. This one lasted longer than the last one, and for once you were having fun playing his video game. The round ended and somehow you got an even higher score than the last time. “How are you doing that?” Michael laughed and turned to you. “Have you been practicing? Don’t lie!” He held onto the controller, a defeated smile on his face.

           You shook your head and laughed, “No I haven’t, I don’t know how I’m beating you!” You exclaimed and shrugged.

           He shook his head as he put the controller down on the table and slowly started leaning towards you. “Well, shit, I’ve never been more turned on in my life.” He lunged at you flinging you into a fit of giggles as you dropped the controller on the floor. 

[melancholy-mikey]

Suffer Well | M.C

summary: it’s been a while since Michael has treated his good girl, but that doesn’t mean he’d pass up the opportunity to tease.

word count: 2k

pairing: Michael Clifford x fem!reader

includes: intense sexual themes, PWP, softdom!michael, praise and unprotected sex, PLEASE USE PROTECTION! :)

song rec: suffer well - depeche mode 

a/n: I kind of hate this. it was something quick i wrote, so it isn’t the best thing i’ve done, but as always thoughts and feedback is greatly appreciated, my loves!

“Come on, sweetheart,” he smiled lazily at her dishevelled form, smoothing the sheets out before crawling on the mattress and kneeling in front of her. “Lie down for me.”

She gazed up at him, eyes still watery from the way he had fucked her throat merely minutes before and her hands grabbed up at him like a child in need of their parent. Nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, he gripped her sides softly before pulling her onto his lap.

“Mikey, I-” her breath hitched in her throat, lips parting in a gasp whilst he sponged innocent little kisses to her chest, open-mouthed and sweet, his tongue swiping over her flesh and she writhed and struggled from underneath his mouth.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He chuckled, wet lips puckered around a patch of flesh just below her collarbone, the sensitive skin bruised once he let it bounce back from his teeth. “Use your words like a good little girl.”

“I want you inside of me, Michael,” her words were slurred, tone sounding as if she was intoxicated, the need to cum was overwhelming. “I can’t wait any longer.”

She whined and fidgeted, clenching around nothing. She needed to be filled, and she begged him.

“Please, Mikey,” she huffed, “Please, I want you to fill me up. I want to feel your cum in me, I want- I want to feel you in my tummy.” She thrashed about on his lap, reaching for his cock greedily before he slapped her hands away, holding her wrists between his fingers and shoving them behind her.

“My greedy girl,” he hummed, lips wrapping around one of her pink buds, suckling at it with his tongue before pulling back. He left open-mouthed kisses along the swell of her breasts, keeping her keen, though not in the slightest occupied. He was teasing her, and the feeling of his tongue kitten-licking at her nipples could’ve been enough to make her cum, that is if he hadn’t pulled away.

“Always so greedy for my cock, aren’t you, angel?” She nodded eagerly, thighs clenching as she tried so desperately to grind and rut her hips against him - he was much too strong for her, his deliciously agonising torture causing her to slump onto him, her chest heaving and tummy muscles clenching.

“Please,” she whispered, pressing a rather sloppy kiss to his cheek. “I need you, Mikey. Please stop teasing, I-I can’t take it.”

He bit his lip, watching her with heavy-lidded eyes, fingers absentmindedly trailing up and down her bare back, goosebumps forming, his touch so feather-light it was almost comforting.

“Mikey, it hurts.”

Deciding he had teased her quite enough, his hands spread her legs out, watching her intently as she settled a knee next to both of his thighs. Her pussy hovered over his cock - still an angry red, flushed at the tip, whilst countless beads of pre-cum dribbled down from his tip to the base.

He grasped himself into his fist, trailing himself along her folds causing a small mewl to escape her kiss-bitten lips. Her tongue swiped over them as she held his shoulders, looking down between them, watching as he got his cock all lubed up for her. He tapped her protruding clit a couple torturous times, her hips bucking and a whine leaving her gasping mouth.

“Alright, baby. I’ve got you,” he breathed, lining himself up at her entrance, his head ready to slide into her tight cunt. “You ready, sweetheart?”

She nodded desperately, hissing through clenched teeth once he slipped inside of her, her slick arousal perfect for him whilst he buried himself - little by little - inside her opening. Her walls contracted around him when he stilled his movements, letting her get used to the faded familiarity of him. He stretched her so unbelievably wide, it had been so long since he had been inside of her, and the feeling of her warm, wet walls around him caused shivers to run up the length of his spine.

Calloused fingertips squeezed her hips, rough palms holding her waist securely before lifting her up. She sank down onto him, moaning out a few expletives whilst her eyes - glistening and twinkling from his stare - fluttered shut.

“Uh uh, baby,” he shook his head disapprovingly, but the hint of a smirk was there on his lips. “Come on, open your eyes.”

She didn’t listen, she couldn’t, not with the constant grinding and rutting of his hips into hers, the delicious feeling of his cock reaching so deep inside of her - he was so, so close to that special spot he knew all too well.

A sharp slap was delivered to her behind, the feeling of his hand print stood there, burning into her skin and she was sure there’d be a mark after their fun was up.

“Look at me.” She let out a whimper as his hand came up to grasp her face. His tight grip caused her cheeks to squish, her bottom lip jutting out and her eyes fluttering open at his harsh command.

“I know I told you I was gonna make love to you, sweetheart, but I won’t hesitate to punish you if you’re a bad girl,” his words were like cold water against her hot skin, sizzling against the burn of the two temperatures but still never ceased to make her drip.

She nodded at his cocked brow, a silent warning for her to speak up. She couldn’t let herself be a little brat, she needed to cum tonight.

“I understand, Mikey,” she uttered, “m’sorry.”

He pouted as if to mock her in some way, but still spoke up with some affirmative words. And without an ounce of expectation, she bolted upwards when he had slammed his hips up into hers. She moaned. Loudly. His mushroomed tip grazing and poking at her g-spot once his pace continued, ramming up inside of her and she dripped relentlessly onto the base of his cock.

Her hands held themselves firmly against his shoulders, blunt nails digging into his flesh, jagged red crescents forming in their wake.

“Feels so good,” she mumbled into the skin of his collarbone while sucking sloppily on the patch of skin. “So deep.”

A small, smug smirk lifted at the corner of his lips, watching her, looking at her from hooded eyes, his gaze fixed on hers.

“Yeah? You feel that?” His palm caressed down her side until coming into contact with her lower-stomach. “You feel me in your tummy, sweetheart? That deep inside you?”

He pressed down hard, putting pressure against her pubic bone, the feeling so, so deliciously good. She moaned into his ear, licking the shell softly and gnawing lightly at his earlobe.

With a thumb and forefinger, he held her chin in his grasp, giving her no other choice than to look at him, look him straight in the eyes.

And with a deep stare, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, slowly and steadily moving into a vicious rhythm. Pulling away, her lips followed him, eagerly wanting more, needing the taste of his lips on hers once again.

Calloused fingertips squeezed against the sides of her throat, digging into the flesh, causing her eyes to roll back and a whimper to escape. He chuckled.

“Uh uh, baby. Don’t be greedy,” he bit his lip, those two teeth that bucked out slightly dug into the skin of his bottom lip, something so simple made her feel some sort of way. It wasn’t fair.

“Such a greedy girl,” he smirked, “so needy for my cock, huh? Can’t go a minute without begging me to touch you.”

She pouted her puffy lips, whining pathetically.

“Stop it, it’s not fair,” she smacked at his bicep, though the force of her actions did nothing to Michael. 

“Don’t talk back, princess,” he warned, eyes darkening once he uttered those words, breathing deeply into her ear. His moves were so teasing, yet he still managed to fuck up into her with those beautiful hips of his.

“No.” She pouted childishly, furrowing her eyebrows to try and prove a point, but once again his hand grasped her face between his fingertips, bringing his mouth close to her when he spoke.

“I don’t like your fucking attitude,” he spat, venom lacing his sensual tone, creeping up her spine and adding even more sensitivity to her bundle of nerves. The throbbing sensation just never decided to cease.

“Get on your front,” His command was spoken softly, but she was sure that if she didn’t obey his words, she would’ve been punished.

Rolling onto the mattress, his cock slipping out of her, she knelt onto the bed, pussy quivering in anticipation. He pushed down on the space between her shoulders, and her face lowered into the pillows that scattered the top of the bed. Her cheek was nestled snugly against the plush material, her ass in the air, and the feeling of his hands massaging and pinching at her behind caused her to moan impatiently.

“Good girl,” he praised, gripping the base of his cock and dragging the flushed tip along her soaked folds, tapping it crudely against her clit. “I like watching you from behind.”

He moaned loudly, the rasp in his throat sending a shockwave along her groin, along with the intrusion of his cock inside of her. It was a wholly different angle, his cock hitting just as deep, but the sensations much different. And as she wiggled her ass against him, he took it as a rather obvious sign she wanted him to speed up.

His hips smacked against hers, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the musky smell of sex in the air and the beautiful sounds of Michael and y/n. The sounds were almost as good as how it felt to be fucked at that moment. Almost.

Lazy babbles of his name, along with a few curses left her lips, hands clutching and fisting the sheets, skin turning white at the knuckles when she grabbed at the duvet. The constant need for something to hold was desperate as he pounded into her at a force that caused her eyes to water.

And with a rather pornographic croon, two calloused fingers attached to her clit, pressing down and rubbing in small circles, moving faster and faster after every mindless cry she gave out.

“Can you feel me throbbing inside you?” A low growl emitted from his parted lips, and he could tell she was close from the constant squeezing of her walls.

She nodded furiously, hips bucking against his fingers, their pace not failing as he rubbed at her swollen nub.

“Michael, I-”

“I know, sweetheart. I want you to cum with me,” his words were reckless and caused her head to spin, the coil in her stomach tightened and pussy clenched. She was so close.

“Cum with me, sweetheart,” he whined, “be a good girl now, baby and cum with me.”

And at his command, she fell apart from underneath him, collapsing onto the mattress whilst he continued to pound into her, their orgasms nowhere near over.

It was mind blowing, especially after the built up orgasm from before, the teasing touches from Michael and the erotic words that fell from his mouth, the shocks that jolted through her body caused her to buck and wriggle around, moaning and sighing and whining into the pillows, all muffled by the white cotton.

“Michael,” she whined, grabbing at his arm that still held its place over her tummy, fingers still rolling her clit between them. Her nails scratched against his arm, hands so shaky she hadn’t a stable grasp.

“No, no, I can’t,” she pushed his prodding fingers away, “m’too sensitive, Mikey.”

His thick spurts of cum painted her walls, the white ribbons sending a rush of heat through her bottom half, warming her up in such a satisfactory way. And he shushed her, stroking her hair back with his palm, lips sponging kisses against her shoulder, his softening cock still situated inside of her - he was gonna keep it that way until he was way too sensitive to feel her around him for any longer.

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