#mistletoemichael

[irwinkitten]

Laura, I think you might’ve accidentally taken me off your master list. I just saw a notif that you posted a chapter 17 of something that I had no idea you were doing since I get so many notifs that I didn’t even know you had a long-running fic, which I’m about to binge read tomorrow when I get the chance. Love you and I can’t wait to read it 💙

I’ll add you back to it love and I hope you enjoy 😘❤️

[calmcal]

Also I’m gonna get in on the ship thing because I love ships soo, 📝🎬🌸 Thank you and once again I’m so proud of you and love you so much, you deserve this

LEAH! how can I even ship you with anyone but Michael Clifford!

And OMG you are so pretty, and I love how fired up you get when someone get’s Michael eye colour wrong. Because his eyes a green and that’s the tea!

ALSO, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEETS, HOPE YOU HAVE A TRULY WONDERFUL DAY!  WISHING YOU ALL THE MICHAEL CUDDLES IN THE WORLD💛💛💛

“I’m totally gonna kick your ass” You smirked as you placed the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table, the salty and buttery smell was slightly overwhelming in your nose.

You and Michael were have one of your self proclaimed ‘game night tournaments’, a night where one of you would pick a game from the pile in the T.V. cabinet and play until you couldn’t feel your thumbs, or the loser admits defeat. And neither you were really the type to admit defeat. You could hear Michael scoff from in front of the T.V., setting up your game of choice, Mario Kart.

It was a game that you were fairly good at, or at least you had played it enough to know what to expect. And you were really trying to beat Michael tonight, he had won the last three time you had played. You needed to knock him down a peg.

“I’d like to see you try” Michael snorted as he took on of the Switch remotes and threw the other on in your direction.

“Oh I won’t be trying” You retorted with a sly smile, taking a handful of buttery popcorn and popping it in your mouth. “I’ll be succeeding”

“We’ll see”

Michael started the game, the screen lighting up with brilliant colours and the energetic music pouring through the speakers. You settled into the softness that the couch offered, slipping the wrist band around your wrist. You held the remote tightly in your hands as you watched the screen, Michael started picking out the setting for the race. Then came time to select your characters. You both fiddled around with the joystick, sliding over the different character icons until you decided who you were going to pick.

“Of course you picked Toad” Michael laughed as he manoeuvred his joystick quickly to the Link head on the screen.

“Of course you picked Link” You mocked him.

“Yeah but Link is actually cool, Toad is just a walking, talking mushroom” Michael explained with a teasing smirk on his lips. 

“Toad is cute okay, don’t diss my little mushroom man” You restored as you reached over to shove him.

“Foul play!”

“The races haven’t even started Mikey!”

“Oh, I knew that!”

Because you chose the game, Michael got to decide which race track you were going to race on first. And you knew he was going to try and trip you up, he was going to pick the hardest track on the game. Rainbow Road.

“Ready to lose Y/N?”

“Are you ready to lose Michael?”

You both gave each other a fake glare, but there was a playful smile on Michael lips. One that you mirrored. The game loaded and the start up of the race started to flash on the screen. You leaned forward, pressing down on the trigger as the number 2 flashed on the screen. And then you were off. 

Your eyes switched from your screen to Michael’s screen for a second as you looked at your power up, it was a banana peel. With a sly smile you threw the banana peel behind you and watched on with a fit of giggles fall from your lips as Michael slipped over the smiling yellow item.

“Fuckn’ bananas”

“Watch out Michael, those banana peels a real slippery”

“I hate you”

“Love you too baby”

The race was fairly easy, you swerved around the corners easily, drifting in all the right places and collecting all the power up boxes that you could. You were about to taunt Michael about being in second place, one space behind you, when a blue shell popped up on your screen, slamming into your character.

“Sucks to suck!” Michael shouted at you as his character zoomed past yours as they stopped.

“Fuck you Mikey!” You shouted in return as you regained control of your character, now in third place.

“So what was that about kicking my ass?”

“Don’t get cocky baby, you haven’t won yet”

You continued to race around the track, coming up on your third and final lap on the track. You drove into a block which gave you three red shells and you felt a wide grin stretched across your lips. You waited until you got closer to Michael, and just as he was about to cross the finish line you launched a shell at him, which stopped his character long enough for you to pass him and finish the race in first.

“That’s called cheating Y/N, you don’t cheat!” Michael exclaimed loudly as he finished the race in second place.

“It’s not cheating, the game gave me the power up Michael” You snorted as you watched as a scowl took over Michael’s face.

“You beat my ass with a red shell”

“I told you I would kick your ass”

Michael sat back down on the couch, a pout on his pink lips. You had an amused smile on your lips as you slid across the couch so you were sitting right beside the blonde man.

“Don’t pout baby”

Michael rolled his eyes at you, his lips turning up into a small smile as you place your legs over his lap and started to run your fingers through his longer blonde hairs. He leaned into the touch, his eyes staring blankly at the screen as a soft hum fell from his lips. You paused the game with your spare hand and you continued your slow movements. Michael rested his hand against your leg, slowly rubbing your calf with his thumb.

You ready to have your ass kick again” You giggled against his ear which made him chuckle.

“I’m gonna beat with a red shell, just you wait” He turned his head to look at you, his green eyes glimmering with amusement. He leaned over slightly to place a quick kiss on your lips.

The game night tournament was another success.

[trialnerror]

STEPH I WANNA BE PART OF THE SHIPS!!! I don’t think I need to do a blurb about myself since we’ve been friends for a few months now and all that stuff, so yeah. HAVE FUN!!!!! 😁

AND YOU WILL BE LEAH

Blog rating: 5/5

Emoji: 🤗

Celeb: ummmmmmmmmmm Michael?????

Gif: he’s so cute here ❤️

[roselukes]

Speechless - c.h.

Summary: Calum’s at a loss for words every time you walk into the room

Tag List:  @lashtoncurls @toofadedtofight @rosesarered516 @dweebluke @heartbreakashton94 @calsfrontcurl @calumspeachy @dukehoods @kinglycalum @wrappedaroundcal @mistletoemichael @glitterprincelu @irwinkitten @hereforlukescruff @astroashtonio @catchinqcalum @talkfastfletcher@irwinvalentines @cosmocalum @biggestslutforcalum @calumhampton @angelmikeyy @hotmessmichael @curlyhairedpopstars @meloncal @heavenlyhemminqs @24kcalum @calsjackets @boytoynamedcalum @alyssarester @ssophisticated-simplicityy @mycollectionofnuts @mysteriouslycali @calteahood @notoriouslyhood @ohhmuke @lukesflaredpants @slimthicccal @ghostofch @norawashere @calthesensation @caffeinatedcalum @calinthewatermelonshirt @caswinchester2000 @fucking5sos @alloutofcashton @calumscorgi @slimthicccal @vodkaclifford @singt0mecalum @rakkaroses @cal-pal-cuddles @calum5os @cthoodaf @letsfuckndance @babylonduke @softforcal

Calum stood at the bottom of the stairs. His tie felt like it was choking him, but he knew if he touched it, you’d have to fix it. Again. He wasn’t used to wearing a tie, but when he has to go to parties for Modest!Management, he has to look at least somewhat professional. “Are you ready yet?” Calum asked, checking his watch. He pretended he knew how to tell time on the analog watch, but he just kinda knew where the hands were supposed to be for certain times only.

“I’ll be down in 5.” You called back, spritzing yourself with your perfume. You pulled your hair up, sticking 400 bobbie pins into your hair. Calum, still at the bottom of the stairs, was growing antsy. He took a deep breath, the smell of your perfume filling his nose. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Bombshell: Wildflower. The sweet smell of desert wildflowers and star lotus filled the room. Calum’s favorite smell, because it was you. You walked out of the bedroom, heels in hand. You began your descent down the stairs, Calum’s eyes finding yours. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “Cat got your tongue?” You giggled softly, finally reaching him. 

“I’m speechless.” Calum mused, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You look absolutely stunning. I can’t wait to show you off tonight.” Calum grinned, allowing you to lean on him as you put your heels on. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his lips before slipping out the front door. You arrived at the party and Calum led you inside, his arm protectively around your waist. All eyes were on you as you entered the ballroom. “They all know you’re the most beautiful woman here tonight.” Calum whispered in your ear, his thumb rubbing the exposed skin of your back.

“You’re so corny.” You laughed, leaning further into Calum’s side. As the party progressed, you stayed mostly at your table while Calum mingled. You glanced at him from across the room, his eyes meeting yours. His voice trailed off as he seemed to forget he was speaking. 

“Calum?” The business man spoke, but Calum’s gaze on you never faltered. “A friend of yours?” He asked, looking where Calum was looking. 

“More than a friend. She’s my everything.” Calum smiled softly. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go tell her how enchanting she looks.” He walked away from the man and went straight to you. “You have no idea what seeing you in this dress does to me.” He whispered in your ear, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. 

“Yeah?” You looked up at him, your eyes focusing on his.

“You already know that you’re my weakness.” Calum mused, his lips attaching to yours. You ran your fingers through his blonde hair as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. His lips moved down to your neck and you tugged at his hair as you let out a quiet moan.

“Not here, Cal..” You hummed, his lips not letting up against the skin of your neck. 

“Fuck, I need you.” Calum mumbled against your skin.

“Come on.” You whispered, taking Calum’s hand and pulling him out of the ballroom. He followed you down the hallway toward the bathrooms. He pulled you in, locking the door as he pressed you against it. You gasped softly and looked up at him, his chocolate eyes burning into yours.

“When you look at me with those eyes, I’m speechless.” He whispered, his lips finding yours. His hands slid up your back, unzipping your dress slowly. You let it fall, Calum’s eyes drifting down your body. A smile tugged at your lips as you ran your fingers along his chest, carefully unbuttoning his shirt. You pushed it off as he unbuttoned his pants. You watched as he pushed them down, his boxers following after. His lips found yours again as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Make love to me.” You whispered, your lips brushing against his. 

“Always,” he whispered. He moved your thong aside, rubbing his tip against your entrance. The moan that slipped from your lips nearly sent Calum into a frenzy. He pushed in slowly, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You laced your fingers in his hair as his movements sped up, his hips pounding into yours. You moaned his name, your grip on his hair tightening. 

“Fuck, daddy, just like that.” You whimpered softly. 

“You like when daddy fucks you like this?” Calum smirked and held your hips still as he pounded into you, his hips hitting yours. You tugged at his hair as his hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers pressing against your clit. 

“O-oh, my God.” You gasped, your hands slipping from his hair as you arched your back. His hips stuttered as your walls clenched around him, your eyes squeezing shut. “I’m cumming, daddy.” 

“Let daddy see those pretty eyes, baby girl.” He groaned, pulling out almost completely before pounding back in. “Look at daddy when you cum.” 

“Oh, God, daddy.” You whimpered, opening your eyes for him. 

“That’s a good girl.” He smirked softly. “Cum for daddy.” He fingers moved faster against your clit. His name fell from your lips as you released around him, your walls clenching. Calum moaned lowly as his release hit him. He couldn’t find the words as he held your body close to his. 

“You good?” You giggled breathlessly and he chuckled softly. 

“Perfect.” He hummed, pressing his lips to yours.

***

Calum had waited for this moment his whole life. His family and yours, gathered together. He watched as the double doors opened, his breath escaping. There you were in that dress. Tears filled his eyes as he watched you walk down to him, tears brimming your own eyes. You stood in front of him, your small hands in his giant ones and your eyes locked on his. The preacher asked for his vows and Calum cleared his throat.

“I'm speechless. Staring at you, standing there in that dress. What it's doing to me, ain't a secret, 'cause watching you is all that I can do. And I'm speechless. You already know that you're my weakness, after all this time I'm just as nervous, every time you walk into the room. I’m speechless.” 

[lashtoncurls]

Hands to myself(CH)

Summary: Calum can’t keep his hands to myself. Also bathroom sex. Words: 900 Warnings: Smut, couple curse words

“Calum, keep your hands to yourself. You’re in public mate.” Ashton teased Calum as they stood and waited for their turn to go on stage. Music festivals were the last couple shows before a long break for them, so he had decided that you would travel with him until it was time to go home.

“She’s my girl, therefore I can touch whatever part of her, whenever.” He moved his free hand to your butt, squeezing lightly while he took another drag of the cigarette in his hand before throwing it on the floor and stepping on it. You blushed as he moved both hands down to your butt again, your arms wrapped around his torso. Calum smirked as he pushed a stray hair behind your ear, his lips making their way to your other ear.

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t stand on your own.” His words had an instant effect as your legs became weak with excitement and your arousal began to pool between your legs. He hadn’t moved his hands from your butt, squeezing more.

“Cal, don’t do this to me.” You groaned as he bit your ear lobe, chuckling.

“Then I want to fill you up and watch as you shake with me between your legs as you come.” He growled while you felt his dick begin to harden on your thigh. His lips were attached to yours as everyone became oblivious to the conversation, drinking as they were told they were next on stage.

“Come with me.” You were pulled away as he removed his lips and held your hand, letting them know that he had to go to the bathroom. Ashton smirked but waved you both off, knowing what was about to happen. When Calum found the bathroom inside, he locked the door and pulled your leggins down with no effort, his eyes and mouth going wide at the sight. He pushed your back down, bending you over the sink. When you looked up, you noticed the mirror behind, giving you the perfect view of his backside. His belt was undone as quickly as he could as he began to play with your clit to get you ready. Without warning, he thrust into you as you moaned loudly and moved up so your back was almost flushed to his chest, making it so he was basically holding you up. Your hips were pressed against the sink as he pounded into you.

“Fuck this feels so good.” Calum moved his free hand to your neck, the cold rings lightly digging into the skin.

“Open your eyes.” He asked, his thrusts getting rougher as he held you up with his hand on your stomach, your boobs bouncing with every thrust. “I want you to see how fucked you look. How pretty you look with my dick inside you.” As you opened your eyes, you were met with the darkest eyes you had ever seen on Calum. The way his hands held you in place as he gasped when he felt you clench around him. You got a good view of his butt from the reflection of the mirror in the back, watching him as he lost himself in you.

“Calum! Five minutes, hurry the fuck up!” Ashton pounded on the door, reminding the both of you of where you were. His footsteps were lost in the sound of the music a second later, letting Calum return to what he was doing, his thrusts becoming even more sloppier than before.

“Can you come for me, pretty girl?” He moved his hand from your stomach down to your clit, bending the both of you over slightly.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” You moaned and moved your head back against his more, his hands moving you to press his lips against yours. The fire began to build up on your lower stomach as he moved his fingers faster, getting you to your orgasm.

“Calum, oh my god.” The way you said his name was his own undoing. He let go of you as you bent over the sink again, catching your breath while he leaned his forehead on your back as he did the same. He pulled out of you slowly, making you gasp as he cleaned himself up and pulled your leggings back up.

“I’ve gotta go on stage, but we’re not done yet doll.” The smirk that played on his lips as he kissed you made you shiver, knowing that he was going to make true to his words of fucking you until you couldn't walk. The both of you walked out of the bathroom and back into backstage, the other three wiggling their eyebrows as they were finalizing everything.

“You two have christened almost every venue we’ve performed at this tour.” Ashton laughed.

“His fault.” You shrugged as Calum kissed your forehead and told his best friend to fuck off, making you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

tags: @slimthicccal @thecashtonexpress @happycrimiscalum @astrosashton @irwinkitten @angelbbycal @holidayhood @grinchluke @mistletoemichael @hotmessmichael @calthesensation @lukesflaredpants @uncrownedqueeen

[highfivecalum]

Wouldn’t Miss A Chance {CH} 14

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen

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SOPHIE PACED BACK AND FORTH throughout the kitchen with Michael and Luke sitting at the kitchen table watching her worriedly. It was the next day and Luke and Michael stayed over at the house because Sophie didn’t want to be alone. They helped her clean up the house in the morning and tried to talk to her, but she was too worried about both Ashton and Calum to focus long enough to clean or hold a conversation with the two of them.

Ashton and Calum left and hadn’t returned home and Sophie was starting to get worried. She texted Calum asking where he was, but she didn’t get a response and he didn’t answer any of her phone calls, and she didn’t even bother trying to text Ashton because she knew that he wouldn’t respond.

“Soph,” Michael spoke up timidly. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t think it is,” Sophie ran a nervous hand through her hair and continued pacing. She figured Ashton went to Clara’s, but where the hell did Calum go? She had no clue. “God, Ash was so pissed.” Sophie tried to shake the memory of his betrayed look out of her head. “He’s never going to forgive us.”

“You just need to give him some time to cool down, you know?” Luke sighed. He had seen Ashton mad plenty of times, but never that mad, so he wasn’t sure if he believed his own words and he knew that Sophie didn’t believe them. “And then maybe he’ll-”

Luke was cut off by the front door slamming shut and Sophie’s head snapped up from the floor. She wasn’t sure who she was hoping it was, Ashton or Calum, but she was glad that at least one of them decided to come home. And when she saw that it was Calum, with a bruised nose a black eye, and his white shirt covered in blood, her heart broke a little bit.

“Hey,” Calum mumbled, not bothering to say anything else, and made a beeline for the stairs. Sophie huffed in annoyance and followed him upstairs. She knew they needed to talk, even if he didn’t want to, and she was going to make him.

Sophie found him in the bathroom now shirtless with a cold rag on his face. “Are you okay?”

Calum looked at Sophie through the mirror and sighed. She looked timid and shy around him, something that he didn’t ever want her to feel. He leaned against the counter and beckoned her over. Sophie did so happily and stood in front of Calum, frowning when she saw his face up close. It looked awful.

“I’m fine,” Calum tucked her hair behind her ear. “Are you okay?” Sophie nodded her head silently, although she wasn’t okay- not completely, and Calum could tell. He could sense that she wasn’t telling the truth. “Soph,” Calum sighed and pulled her body into his. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I don’t know what to say, Calum.” Sophie finally sighed. She had a lot to say, but she couldn’t put her thoughts into words because she was too nervous and anxious thinking about Ashton and what he was going to do when he finally came home and confronted the pair.

“‘M sorry I left last night without talking to you. I was just- I’m so upset with Ashton and how he reacted and I get that he’s pissed at me, he has every right to be, but then he pushed you and yelled at you! And that’s just-” Calum inhaled a sharp breath. “That’s not okay.”

“I don’t care about that, though.” Sophie shook her head. “I care about him being okay with us.”

“I care about that, too, but Ash is right,” Calum smiled sadly. “I don’t do relationships, not well at least, especially not with you.”

Sophie lifted her head off of Calum’s shoulder and furrowed her eyebrows. “Especially not with me?” She took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest. “What does that mean?”

“You’re Ashton’s little sister, Sophie.” Calum reminded her and she frowned. Was all that she was? Is that really how Calum saw her?

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Is that all I am to you? Ashton’s little sister?”

“No, no,” Calum shook his head. “Course not. You’re more than that and you know it.” Sophie rolled her lips into her mouth and looked away from him. “But we knew how this was going to pan out, we knew Ashton was going to be pissed, and I just don’t think-”

“Don’t think what?”

“Don’t think he’s going to be okay with it,” Calum admitted and Sophie frowned. Was he not going to at least try and make it work? Was he just going to give up that easily? If he was going to give up without a fight, then he wasn’t worth it, Sophie thought.

Calum noticed the sad look on Sophie’s face and he hated it. He wanted more than anything to see her smile. He was going to tell her that it wouldn’t work, that with Ashton not being okay with it it was never going to happen, but he wanted to see her smile and he did want to be with her so bad, he really did. Calum hadn’t wanted anything so bad in his life, so fuck it, he thought.

“But I don’t care if he’s okay with it or not,” Calum whispered and Sophie finally made eye contact with him. There was hope in her eyes, Calum could see it, so he smiled widely at her even though it was painful to smile due to his nose, he didn’t care. “I don’t give a shit if he hates me because of this because I just wanna be with you, Soph.”

“Really?” Sophie mumbled, but the smile that was appearing on her face was prominent and that in turn made Calum smile. “I don’t want to come between your friendship.”

“If we’re really as good of friends as I think we are and if he really cares about me, and cares about you, he’ll get over it. And eventually, maybe not anytime soon, but eventually, he’ll be okay with it. He has to be.”

Sophie bit her lip. “But what if he’s not?”

“Hey, hey,” Calum took Sophie’s face in his hands and forced eye contact. He hated hearing her sound so defeated and he would do anything to see her smile and be sure of herself again like she always was. “You want to be with me, right?”

Sophie nodded her head. “Yeah. Of course I do.”

“Then fuck what everybody else thinks.”

Sophie smiled and wrapped her arms around Calum’s middle and he sighed in content. He loved being wrapped in her arms and he loved holding her in his, it was like they fit perfectly. They were a perfect match, Calum thought. “Where did you go last night?”

“Hm?”

“Last night when you left. Where did you go?”

“Oh, uh, just a friends house.”

“What friend?”

Calum nervously scratched the back of his head. He didn’t want to tell Sophie where he went, he knew she would be pissed at him, but he didn’t want to keep things from her, especially not after he just told her that he wanted to make things work. He didn’t think keeping things from her would help their relationship at all. “Sarah’s.”

Sophie pulled away, her arms still wrapped around Calum’s middle, and narrowed her eyes at him. Surely Calum had friends, more friends than just Sarah, so why the hell would he go there? It made Sophie’s stomach twist with jealousy and fill with anxiety. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Sophie,” Calum sighed.

“Did you fuck her or something?”

“What? No! Of course not.” Calum shook his head frantically. He wouldn’t do that to Sophie and honestly; after having and feeling her, there was no way in hell he could sleep with another girl. He didn’t- couldn’t- think about any girl but her. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” Sophie raised an eyebrow at him. “Listen, Sarah and I were friends before her and I started… you know and last night that’s all it was. Being friends. I crashed on her couch and then I left before she even woke up.”

Sophie looked at Calum with suspicious eyes and he didn’t blame her. If she told him she stayed at Oliver’s house, or any other guys house in the world but him, he would be suspicious too, but mostly jealous. He understood why she felt the way she did.

“I really hope you’re not lying to me, Calum.”

Sophie had been lied to enough by her past boyfriends. Lied to about the smallest and the biggest things and she didn’t think she did anything to deserve being lied to and she really hoped, prayed even, that Calum wasn’t a liar just like her ex-boyfriends were. She wasn’t sure she would be able to handle Calum lying to her.

“I’m not lying, Sophie. I promise.” Calum stuck his pinky finger up and wiggled it a little, telling Sophie that he wanted to pinky promise her, and she rolled her eyes but obliged and hooked their pinkies together. Calum grinned and kissed their intertwined pinkies. “I would never lie to you, Soph. I need you to believe that.”

Sophie bit her lip. She was unsure whether or not she believed it, but with one look in Calum’s eyes, she saw the sincerity in them and she couldn’t help but smile and nod her head. She believed Calum, she really did, and she really hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass.

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[tequila-clifford]

Too Hot

Pairing: Ashton/Reader

Word Count: 682

Concept: The game “Too Hot” two players hold their hands behind their backs and kiss, first person to touch the other (with any body part other than their mouth) loses. 

A/N: This is part of a series. All parts talking place in the same evening, at the same party.

Part 1 //

You followed closely behind your roommate, Ashton, as he walked into your kitchen, the last guest from the party you’d hosted finally leaving for the night. You could see the annoyance in his posture as he started cleaning up the bowls of snacks on the counter.

“So-” You danced around him giddily, while he just side eyed you from where he stood in front of the sink.

“So?” He spoke lowly, clearly already over the conversation you were about to stir up.

“So, how about a rematch?” He froze, putting down the bowl he was drying in his hands.

It had been Ashton’s bright idea to play the game ‘Too Hot’ at the party tonight, not taking into consideration that he would have to play too. When he drew his name, he got excited, until he drew the name of who he’d be kissing, you. 

He talked a big game, saying that kissing you would be an easy win for him, but it only took about 7 seconds of your lips being on his, for him to grab your face and pull you closer. Everyone in the room howled at the two of you, making Ashton pull away, red faced. 

You felt something when you kissed him, and judging by his reaction, he had too.

“What?” He scoffed at your proposal, laughing it off and shaking his head. “No, no way, Y/N”

“Why not? Afraid you’ll lose again?”

“I did not lose!” He turned his body to face you, fully as he spoke.

“Uhh, rules say you did. You touched me. You lost.” He just rolled his eyes and you could tell that he was searching for a way to plead his case. “So, rematch?”

“I’m not gonna kiss you, Y/N.”

“Again.”

“What?”

“You’re not going to kiss me, ‘again’.”

“Yeah, again. Whatever.”

“Because you definitely didn’t enjoy it the first time.” A smirk pulled on the corner of your mouth and Ashton sighed.

“I didn’t say- I don’t mean it lik- It’s just that I-”

“It’s just that you’re afraid of losing. To me. Again.” Ashton let out a deep exhale before walking towards you.

“You know what, fine. Rematch.” He stood just inches from you. Your heart pounding like a drum against your rib cage.

“Not here, living room.” You turned on your heel and strolled into the other room with a victorious grin on your face. You hopped onto the couch, sitting with your knees curled under you, waiting for Ash.

He sat next to you with a serious look on his face, he took a deep breath and turned his body to face you. “Hands behind your back, Y/N.” You complied and he did the same. You tried not to seem too eager, leaning in slightly, but making him close the gap.

His lips ghosted of yours at first, his hazel eyes locking onto you for a moment as his nose brushed against your own. He wanted to build the tension, and it was working, but you were not about to lose. You pressed your lips to his quickly, cutting his tease short. He molded to you, your tongue ran over his lower lip before nipping at it slightly. He exhaled heavily through his nose as you slid closer to him, deepening the kiss but being careful not to touch him.

The way his lips felt against you was indescribable, like every other kiss you’d ever had leading up to this was just practice. You took Ashton’s lower lip between your teeth and tugged it, pulling a moan from his lips, in the same second, his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs and pulled you to straddle his lap. You immediately wound your fingers into his hair, his hands planted firmly on your ass. You broke the kiss and pulled his head back slightly “You know you just lost twice, right?”

“Do you ever shut up?” Ash moved his hands up your back, pulling your shirt off as they went, before chucking it somewhere across the room and pulling your lips back to his feverishly.

Tag-List: @h0tsos @hotmessmichael @asht0ns-world @dukesnumber1 @singt0mecalum@angelbabycal @glitter-sos @ashton-ma-bestfriend @cxddlyash @karr-bash@naivelystan @ghstofcalum @problem-w-problemz @gigglyirwin-main @irwinkitten@5sosdrfluke @mermaid-merrick @thew0rldneedsmcreycghurt @hearts-to-the-sky@stellarclifford @baby-loba @burncrashbromance @dancingonanemptywallet@thesensationalcalum @softcxlum @smut-wars @bi-larrie @problematicprincessa@horrorcth @thatvioletdreamer @mistletoemichael @toofadedtofight @astroashtonio@somethingsbrokenanditsmahart @letsfuckndance @cal-pal-cuddles @yellowlovley

Masterlist

[hereforlukescruff]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY LOVES LEAH ( @mistletoemichael ) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

SEND HER LOVE AND MIKEY ASKS

[5sosdrfluke]

5sosdrfluke's 1.5k Celebration Sleepover

I can't believe I'm at 1.5k! Thank you so much for following me! It means a lot to me!

So for the next three days/nights, I'm going to be doing a sleepover!!! Thank you @parkerspicedlatte and @dancingonanemptywallet for the ideas! ❤

Tonight (Jan. 9) I'll be doing concepts! So you can send those in tonight with a 🍓 in front of it so I know it's a concept.

Tomorrow (Jan. 10) I'll be writing some of those plus sized blurbs I've gotten and other blurbs that have come in! So if you have any extra ideas, send them with a 🍑 so I know it's for blurb day.

Friday (Jan 11.) I will be doing ships! So for a ship I'd like you to send a 🍒 with a small description of yourself.

Ships include:

-Your 5SOS dreamboat and a little snippet with him

-Your bff and a cute little snippet with him

-A quote your boyfriend will say at some point during your relationship

-A song that goes with your relationship

I will be doing as many of these as I possibly can! I may have some plans coming up in my personal life and I'll write around those!

I would appreciate it if you wanted more than one of these, if you could split them up between asks! That way I can keep track of which day to post which things!

Thank you so much for being here and for wanting to follow such a dork. I love you all so much and I'm excited to get back into 5SOS land.

Lots of love,

-Kenzie xx

Let's Celebrate (Ask)!

Tag List

@irwinkitten @perfectlywrongforashton @purple-hayes0209 @hearts-to-the-sky @baby-loba @dxmncalum @dancingonanemptywallet @blackplaidcalum @lashtonchesthair @24kcalum @itjustkindahappenedreally @toofadedtofight @boytoynamedcalum @hemmomfg @mistletoemichael @5secondssofssummer @norawashere @mylilbreadstick @cozyfivesos @tequila-clifford @aspiringwildfire @harrysgucciclothes @ashscherrypie @myescapefromthislife @acidrose6 @cocktail-calum @really-lucas @wonderlust-irwin @band-blurbss @spookysopphh @booksandteaandcandlesandmagic @rosesfromcth @maxwell-demon-archives @iconictaika @samcroslut

[toofadedtofight]

Spazsos 💙💜

I did in fact pick the members for Spazsos!!! If you weren’t picked please don’t get discouraged by any means! I still love and appreciate you all the same ❤️❤️

My spazsos babies are

@dukehoods

@irwinkitten

@hereforlukescruff

@honeybunash

@problem-w-problemz

@mistletoemichael

@reallycalum

Thank you to everyone who filled out a form, y’all are amazing ❤️❤️

[hufflepuffhex]

Rules: Post your home wallpaper, background wallpaper, and the last song you listened to.

I was tagged by @ohhmuke and @notoriouslyhood 💞

I tag @kinglycalum @biggestslutforcalum @roselukes @cosmocalum @astroashtonio @fucking5sos @starboyhemmings @irwinkitten @irwinvalentines @mistletoemichael @talkfastfletcher and anyone else that would like to do it!!

[irwinkitten]

LAURA I HAVENT REALLY BEEN ACTIVE ON TUMBLR SINCE PROBABLY MONDAY AND NOW YOUVE HIT 3K! CONGRATULATIONS SWEETIE, IM SO PROUD OF MY FAVORITE BRIT ALSO CAN I GET A SHIP TOO PLEASE. LOVE YOU LOTS 💗💗💗

love u lots leah

who i ship you with

—Luke / Michael / Ashton / Calum

who’s your best friend

—Luke / Michael / Ashton / Calum

song you dance to at 3 in the morning with him

—made up love song #43 - lewis watson

[calmcal]

MELONCAL’S 2018 INTO 2019 FOLLOW FOREVER

holey freaking smokes this year is already over! and so with the closing of one year, and the opening of another, I decided to do a follow forever/who to follow in 2019!

Honestly this is just an excuse for me to share some love with my mutuals and some of my all time favourite blogs!

A - F

@5sosdrfluke @artisticlashton @ashtonsunshine @astrosashton @bodaciouslycth @boytoynamedcalum @caelumhood @cal-baby @calsdoggos @calsjackets @calsval @calum5os @calumhampton @calumisbootiful @calumspeachy @cashton-queen @curlyhairedpopstars @dancingonanemptywallet @defcliff0rd @downunderhood  @dukehoods @egyptiangoldhood @flannelpunkcalum

G - L

@gigglyirwin @goldenboy-luke @grinchluke @habitatforhufflepuffs @heaven-high-water @hoe4hemmo @holidayhood @hotmessmichael @iconiclukey @iloveluek @irwinkitten @irwinofficial @irwintry @irwinvalentines @jpgluke @killerlukesqueen @lewkhemmmings @lilhemmo @lukegoldenhair @lukesdonuts @lukesflaredpants

M - Q

@mistletoekj @mistletoemichael @morningfears @mysticalhood @old-zeppelin-shirt @plainwhiteluke @plaidpantsluke-main @poppedpins @qualitylu @quiffedpenguin

R - V

@romanticalumhood @sadeyes-badguys-whitelies @sassy-asht0n @slimthicccal @softboycal @softforcal @sublimehood @sugarcoated-pain @tothemoonmikey @uptownhemmings

W - Z

@whywontyoul0veme @wwylmcal @xanaphorax @youngblood199456

I think I tagged everyone, hopefully 🤞 anyway happy new year to you all my sweets! If I forgot you let me know, cause there is always more love to go around 💛💛

[trialnerror]

Tequila - c.h

Losing you was the hardest thing he ever had to deal with…

Sorting through your possessions was the first step to recovery, or so he was told by his therapist. By removing any and all reminders of you, he would finally get the closure that he had been searching for, something that was taken from him when you left.

Grabbing the empty cardboard box, he began sorting through your shared room, placing the remaining memories he had of you into it. Starting at the desk, he searched the hidden nooks and crannies which revealed some pieces of your identity like your favourite pen, the book that you would always doodle in when you were bored and even your class schedule, but nothing of importance to him.

Moving to the unmade bed, he pushed the various whiskey, wine, champagne and scotch bottles to the side. Whatever alcohol he was able to get his hands on, was now part of the empty collection on his bed. He hadn’t changed his sheets since it happened, the pain still too fresh for him to make the effort to get his life back on track, the smell of tears and alcohol lingering the air around him.

Placing the box on the bed, he reached under it and felt around, grabbing things that were stored over the years until he landed on the small box that was never there before.

Taking out what looked to be an old shoebox, he opened it, memories flooding his mind as his gaze landed upon the old pictures and memories that you had collected over the years of your relationship.

The pictures of your trip to Colorado that he had taken with you, the bright smile in your face as you posed with your friends. You had all decided to get away for winter break, and with your passion for skiing Colorado was the perfect place to go. Remembering how scared he was to take the lift to the top of the highest hill only made you laugh and reassure him that he would be fine.

Smiling at the photos, he placed them back in the box and continued looking through the memories, until he found your scrunched up sorority shirt, another sad smile coming to his lips. That was what you wore the day he met you, spotting you in the crowd of university students as you tried to get pledges for your sorority.

Putting the shirt back, he continued to sort through the various memories you had collected like the ticket stubs of the concerts you went to together, the dried rose that he had given you on your first Valentine’s Day together, the CD with your favourite song on it that he had made for you that you listened to every day, even the cap of the first drink he bought you at the bar you always frequented.

Thinking back to your relationship together always brought a smile to his face, especially the more recent memories that you had made when you got married and started a family. The pictures of your big day tucked away neatly in the box, along with the positive pregnancy tests that you had taken, along with every other memory of you.

Closing the memories and carefully placing it inside the box, he decided not to throw them away but instead keep them so he could show your kids all of the memories about their mother and the woman that he loved.

After sorting through the rest of your belongings, he closed the box and sealed it, carrying it into the bedroom and placing it on the floor of the half filled closet that the two of you had shared. He closed the door and took a deep breath, the heaviness in his heart just a bit lighter as he finally went through all of your possessions, the feeling of closure almost upon him.

Walking downstairs into the kitchen he passed the half empty bottle of tequila that he had been working on over the past couple of days, placed beside a photo that he had taken of you. Staring at it for some time, he picked it up and took a sip, the slight burn in his throat as he thought about how much he missed and needed you while staring at your photo. That last sip was all he needed as he poured the rest into the sink, watching as the clear liquid flowed down the drain with a small smile on his face. He finally had the closure that he needed.

I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila

tag list: @roselukes @toofadedtofight @rosesarered516 @hoe4hemmo @heartbreakashton94 @calumspeachy @dukehoods @wrappedaroundcal @mistletoemichael @plainwhiteluke @irwinkitten @hereforlukescruff @astroashtonio @catchinqcalum @irwinvalentines @biggestslutforcalum @calumhampton @angelmikeyy @hotmessmichael @curlyhairedpopstars @meloncal @heavenlyhemminqs @24kcalum @calsjackets @boytoynamedcalum @alyssarester @ssophisticated-simplicityy @mycollectionofnuts @mysteriouslycali @calteahood @notoriouslyhood @ohhmuke @lukesflaredpants @slimthicccal @ghostofch @fucking5sos  @thepixiedreambitch @jetblackyoungblood @lashtoncurls @cosmocalum @iplaybassfor5sos @shawnhockey5s0s

[roselukes]

Almost Forever - Ch 1 - c.h.

Summary: Feelings make things difficult

Warnings: swearing, brief violence, mentions of violence

Shoutouts: special shoutout to Summer ( @notoriouslyhood ) and Hallie ( @caffeinatedcalum ) for your help with my erratic ideas

Tag List: @lashtoncurls @toofadedtofight @rosesarered516 @dweebluke @heartbreakashton94 @calsfrontcurl @calumspeachy @dukehoods @cosmocalum @wrappedaroundcal @mistletoemichael @plaidluke @irwinkitten @hereforlukescruff  @catchinqcalum @irwinvalentines @kinglycalum @biggestslutforcalum @calumhampton @angelmikeyy @hotmessmichael @curlyhairedpopstars @meloncal @heavenlyhemminqs @24kcalum @calsjackets @boytoynamedcalum @alyssarester @ssophisticated-simplicityy @mycollectionofnuts @mysteriouslycali @calteahood @notoriouslyhood @ohhmuke @lukesflaredpants @slimthicccal @ghostofch @norawashere @calthesensation @caffeinatedcalum

Cars are never reliable. Kayla knew this firsthand. Of course, some people can go through life with cars that are always functional. Those people are what Kayla referred to as ‘The Worst.’ Kayla drove down the road, winding behind various businesses and empty lots. Her car had been slowly going downhill since she moved from Los Angeles to Beaufort, South Carolina. Her brother, a notorious leader of the American mob, needed a change of scenery. In reality, he met a girl who was on vacation in LA and wanted to move to be closer to her. Her brother, Michael, opened a bar on the beach in Beaufort. In the back room of his bar, there were cases upon cases of illegal substances and firearms, each disguised to look like supplies for running a bar. Everyone knew Michael and Kayla Clifford. Michael, dating Southern belle Crystal Leigh, was a socialite. He was at every high class function, his bar catered garden parties for the governor, and he’s catered more weddings in South Carolina than any other bar. Michael was lucky enough to have friends who knew how to make better cakes than professional bakers.

Kayla, on the other hand, was less of a socialite. Sure, she enjoyed a good party, but she would much rather curl up at home with a book and her cats. Kayla was a vet tech who would rather only interact with animals for the rest of her life. Growing up in Australia, Kayla was introduced to many different species at an early age. Her first experience with helping animals was with a group of koalas who were becoming dehydrated in an Australian heatwave. She had set up various stations of water buckets that the koalas could drink from. From the moment she was born, she knew she needed to work with animals.

Kayla was pulled from her thoughts as the engine in her car began to rumble. “God, not again.” She whined, reaching over to the passenger seat to grab her phone. “Hey Siri, call Bratton’s.”

“Thanks for calling Bratton’s. How can we help you?”

“Hey, Bo, it’s Kayla. My car’s making that rumbly sound again and doing the jerking thing.” Kayla explained. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it home or to the shop.”

“Alright, well, drive what you can. If you end up breaking down, give us a call and we’ll come pick up the car.” Bo said.

“Okay, thanks, Bo.” Kayla said and hung up the phone. She pressed her foot down harder on the gas pedal, hoping the speed would get her home before her car completely died. She had only made it about 5 miles before her car sputtered to a stop. “Great.” Kayla sighed and turned her hazard lights on before calling Bo again. “Hey, it’s me. My car’s broken down for good.” She sighed.

“Alright, pin your location and I’ll have a truck over.”

“Thanks, Bo.” Kayla said and hung up, sending Bo her location. She sent a quick text to Michael:

Hey my car broke down and I need a ride home. I’ll be at Clara’s Diner

She received a confirmation from Bratton’s and Michael, so she waited. Time seemed to drag on as she stared out the window, watching the trees blow in the wind. She got out of the car when the tow truck showed up. “Hey, Kayla. Does the car turn on?” Ronny asked her.

“No, it’s completely dead.” Kayla sighed and Ronny nodded, hooking the car up to his truck.

“Do you need a ride anywhere?” He asked, looking at her.

“No, there’s a diner a couple miles back. Michael’s gonna meet me there.” Kayla nodded. “Thanks, though.”

“Sure thing.” Ronny nodded and got in his truck, driving away with Kayla’s car. She sighed softly and began walking back toward Clara’s diner. She walked for nearly 20 minutes before a navy van pulled up beside her. The side door slid open and Kayla looked at the men inside and immediately took off running.

“Follow her!” One of them yelled, watching as the others chased after Kayla.

“No! Let me go!” Kayla screamed as one of them grabbed her, dragging her back toward the van. “Help! Somebody help me!” She cried out, kicking her legs to try and get free. Another grabbed her legs and they hoisted her into the van. “Please, let me go.” She begged.

“Didn’t peg a Clifford to be one to beg.” Dixon chuckled, looking down at Kayla. “What’s your no good lying brother up to now?”

“Ask him yourself. Let me go.” Kayla said, looking up at him.

“Lorenzo, get her arms and legs tied. I don’t want our prize escaping.” Dixon smirked.

“No, please.” Kayla begged as Lorenzo sip tied her wrists and ankles together. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to shut up.” Dixon said and pulled a strip of duct tape over her mouth. She whimpered softly and tried to wiggle her way out of the zip ties. “Sit still, you stupid bitch,” Dixon said as his palm connected to Kayla’s cheek. Her screams were muffled against the tape over her lips. She kicked her legs to try and get Dixon away from her as she crawled toward the door. Dixon grabbed her ankles and dragged her back, sending his fist to her jaw. Kayla screamed against the tape, her warm tears slowly trailing down her rosy cheeks.

“How are we sure Clifford will know she’s missing?” Lorenzo asked, looking at Dixon.

“Don’t be fucking stupid. He’s going to know right away, which means we have to get her out of here soon. Felix, get this van to the pier.” Dixon said and Felix nodded, heading toward the pier. Kayla didn’t stop kicking her legs. She hoped enough friction would snap the ties on her ankles, instead she allowed the plastic to cut into her ankles. “Will you stay fucking still?” Dixon rolled his eyes and sent a kick to Kayla’s ribs. She felt the cracking of her bones in her soul. Not only was the pain indescribable, but she knew Michael would feel more pain that she’d endure while with Dixon. Losing Kayla would be the most physically debilitating thing Michael could ever experience.

“Why can’t we just kill her here?” Lorenzo asked, running his fingers through Kayla’s hair gently before gripping it tightly and yanking her head back. “I’d love to cut her open and dissect her like a frog.” Kayla whimpered and tried to free herself from Lorenzo’s grip. She succeeded, only to fall into Dixon’s arms.

“We can’t kill her yet. Clifford needs to know we have her and he needs to know that he’ll never see his precious baby sister alive again.” Dixon smirked down at her. Kayla attempted to kick Dixon, but he was quick to catching her feet. “You think you can beat me? Think again.” Dixon growled, his fist connecting with the side of her head. Kayla’s body fell limp on the carpeted floor of the van, the world around her fading to black.

Michael walked into Clara’s diner and looked around for Kayla. He sent her a quick “where are you?” text, before walking up to the counter. “Hey, Clara. You seen Kayla?” He asked the elderly woman.

“No, she hasn’t been in today.” Clara told him.

“Her car broke down. She said she was going to meet me here.” Michael explained.

“Maybe she’s still on her way.” Clara said. “No need to worry, son.” She smiled sweetly and walked to the kitchen.

“There’s always a need to worry.” Michael whispered before dialing Kayla’s number. “Hey, Kaylee, it’s me. Call me when you get this, I’m at Clara’s waiting for you.” Michael spoke into the phone as her phone connected to voicemail. He sighed and opened the Find Your Friends app, typing in Kayla’s number. He got in his car and drove down the back roads until he came to where the app said Kayla should be. He got out and looked out at the trees that made up the woods separating him from the highway. He looked down at his feet, his face laced in concern as he picked up Kayla’s phone. He sent a text to the boys. The two words making his throat close up.

“She’s gone.”

[lashtoncurls]

Birthday wish(CH)

Summary: Phone/facetime sex with Calum Words: 900~ Warnings: Smut

A/N: Happy birthday to our baby boy!! 

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Calum and you had seen each other. He was anxious to come home and spend time with you and Duke. He loved the road and playing every night, he really did. But he missed his home and the two loves of his life.

Everyone had decided to go out and explore the city, but he was a bit mopey because tomorrow was his birthday so he decided to stay in his hotel room. This was the first birthday that he would spend without you in a couple years. He spun his phone around in his fingers, the time difference making it difficult for him to call you. He wanted to hear your voice and maybe facetime, but he knew that you’d be sleeping and have to wake up early the next day. Calum decided to look through your texts, remembering that you had previously sent him some pictures to get him through the tour without you. 

But then he found some videos and pictures on his phone that he had never seen before. The first one was simple, just you in front of the mirror with his favorite lingerie set on. When he scrolled some more, he felt the material of his sweat strain a little bit as he began to get hard. The last thing he clicked on was a video; you were sitting in front of the mirror with your legs wide open, your free hand massaging and rubbing your clit as moans left your lips along with his name. He had to laugh as you made some comment about you having to unwrap his present for him since he wasn’t home to do it.

“Fuck.” Calum groaned as he lifted his hips and pulled the thin material of his sweatpants and his dick sprung up. He began to pump himself, watching you and thinking about the last time he was with you. With his thumb, he spread the precum that was falling out. His hands moved up and down as he fucked up into his hands, thinking of what it felt like to be inside you, to feel you on top of him.

“Oh f-” Moans and groans left his plump lips as his phone rang, interrupting the video of you getting yourself off. He noticed you were facetiming him and he answered right away, his hand never leaving his dick .

“Hi, baby. What are you doing awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“It’s like 4AM there, doll.”

“I know, but I’m alone. And this bed is so big. Plus, your birthday gift is waiting for you.”

“Is that so?” He asked, his lips forming an ‘oh’ as he sighed

“Are you jacking off, Calum?” You asked as his face scrunched up and his lips parted, the pleasure building in the pit of his stomach at the sight of you in his t-shirt.

“I miss you so much.” A smile crept into your lips as you decided to help Calum with his problem. You pulled his shirt over your head and brought the phone further down to display your bare chest. He moaned at the sight and let out a growl, his hips bucking up into his hand faster.

“Is that so?” You began to knead your boobs, moaning slightly.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”

“I love watching your hand around your dick. I wish I could take you in my mouth, just have my lips wrapped around you.” He groaned again, his hand moving faster at the sound of those words coming from you.

“Keep going.” You smiled and placed your phone on the nightstand, giving him a full view of you on the bed.

“I want to feel you on the back of my throat, then I want you to fuck me into next week with your hands around my neck as you pound into me.” Your own words and his moans got you closer to your orgasm, but you wanted Calum to finish first, it was his birthday after all.

“Fuck. I want to see you come, baby girl.” He groaned as his hand moved faster, edging himself to watch you come first.

“Oh, Cal.” You moaned out as you inserted two fingers and held a steady pace, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach. He watched intently as your legs shook and your back arched off the pillows while you threw your head back while his name spilled out of your lips in sighs.

“I love to watch you.” He spilled into his hands, some of it covering up his stomach.

Calum smiles as he watches you catch your breath with your bottom lip between your teeth. He’s managed to please you from hundreds and thousands of miles away and it also means that you think of him, not just because he's on facetime with you.

“Baby, I want to lick the cum off your stomach.” Your fingers find your core as you collect the moisture and bring your lips to your mouth, knowing that it would drive him insane. His eyes widen as he watches you suck on your fingers while your other hand is working on your boobs.

“Don’t do this to me babygirl. Not when I can’t fuck you.” He smiles and you blow him a kiss before bidding good night and wishing him a happy birthday.

tags: @myloverboyash @slimthicccal @angelbbycal @calthesensation @roselukes @heaven-high-water @lukesflaredpants @uncrownedqueeen @softforcal @hoe4hemmo @calumhampton @cosmocalum @hotmessmichael @mistletoemichael @moonlightgodcalum @calum5os @5-secondsofcolor @24kcalum @lashtonchesthair