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michael clifford

⋆˚꩜｡ headcanons (sfw and nsfw)

⋆˚꩜｡ here, kitty kitty (smut)

muke

⋆˚꩜｡ take my hand (fluff)

“has anyone seen luke?” michael asked ashton and calum worriedly. 

the boys were finally back for the first show of the take my hand tour after being basically sedentary from the touring lifestyle since 2019, mostly due to the pandemic. sure, they’d released CALM and were working on an album rollout in september, but they hadn’t toured in nearly three years. nerves were high, of course, but the members of 5 seconds of summer were all feeling good, ready to be back on the road after so much time off. well, minus one. 

luke had been unusually quiet all day, even for him, occasionally muttering something to his bandmates here and there and fidgeting with his hands while the makeup artist got him ready for the show. now, with less than an hour to go until the boys were supposed to be on stage, he was nowhere to be found. 

“nope. speaking of which, where is he? we’re onstage in 45.” calum asked, looking up from the backstage bar as he poured himself a shot of tequila. 

“i don’t know. . .” michael fretted, anxiously chewing his thumbnail. call him a worrywart, but the thought of something being wrong with his boyfriend made his heart race. “i last saw him at makeup. this isn’t like him.”

“maybe he’s in the bathroom?” ashton suggested, ever the calm ‘dad’ of the group.

“for this long?”

ashton shrugged. “could be a nervy tummy. the first show back is always rough, especially after this long.”

that was true, but michael felt like luke would’ve told him that or at least sent a quick text. it was unlike his partner to just disappear without telling anyone, especially michael. he decided to approach the situation with a level head. no need to get everyone anxious if luke genuinely just was having an anxious tummy. 

michael <3: baby, where r u? u okay?

the minutes ticked by with no response from luke, not even typing bubbles. something had to be wrong; luke always had his phone in the bathroom.

michael stood up from the couch, where he had been anxiously picking at his lips and nails, putting his hands on his hips. “i’m going to find him. whatever’s going on, we need to get it sorted out. we have 30 minutes until we’re on.”

ashton and calum just nodded, too busy laughing at something on ashton’s phone. michael left the dressing room, making sure that the door was propped open in case luke would come back that way before he returned. the hallway of the backstage of the arena showed no signs of the blond boy, only roadies and crew running around and prepping for the evening. michael was almost at the end of the backstage area when he heard it. it was quieter here, allowing the noise to slip from under a closed door. a soft sob. a sob that was so distinctly luke.

michael looked around, making sure no one was nearby before he softly knocked on the door. “luke, baby. it’s me. you okay, honey?”

“go ‘way,” luke mumbled. he knew he was being childish, but he didn’t care right now. “be out soon.”

“sweetheart, we need to be onstage in 30 minutes,” michael said gently, resting his forehead against the door. “may i come in?”

a few seconds passed, but then the handle of the door twisted, revealing luke cramped up in a small broom closet, his knees shoved to his chest and visible tears running down his cheeks, even in the dim lighting. michael immediately pulled up the flashlight on his phone, falling to his knees next to luke and closing the door behind them. 

“hey sweetheart,” he whispered softly, using his thumb to wipe the tears that were steadily falling from luke’s blue eyes. “what’s going on?”

“nothin’.” luke mumbled, turning his face away from michael.

“baby,” michael said, dead-pan. “you’re crouched in a dark broom closet and sobbing. something’s wrong.”

“it’s stupid. . .”

“nothing you say or feel could ever be stupid.” michael assured his boyfriend, rubbing his knee.

“. . .i’m scared,” luke whispered. “and it’s making my tummy hurt.”

michael pouted with sympathy. so ashton had been at least partially right. “have you been sick?” he asked softly.

luke shook his head. “jus’ hurts and i’m anxious and scared and-” the blond trailed off as anxiety overwhelmed him once again. 

“hey. breathe,” michael whispered. “what are you scared of, honey?”

“messing up.” luke whispered in a tiny voice. 

michael chuckled, pushing luke’s sweaty curls off his forehead. “you’re the most talented person i know, lukey. we’re gonna rock this show. me and ash and cal will be right there with you.”

luke sniffled, wiping his eyes and his nose on the back of his hand. “what if i forgot the lyrics? or mess up the timing? it’s been such a long time since we’ve toured.” he whispered, eyes wide with fear. 

"then that's what we’re here for,” michael hummed. “bands work together, honey. you know this.”

the blond let out a watery sigh. his boyfriend had a point. “and you guys won’t be mad?”

“we could never be mad at you, baby,” michael assured. “we’re all going to be adjusting tonight.”

luke nodded, maneuvering so that he could lay his head in michael’s lap. it was cramped in the already small closet, and they were big boys, but right now, all he needed was his boyfriend. his knees that were aching from the tight squeeze would have to deal. 

michael let luke rest and compose himself for a few moments, every so often running his small hand over luke’s stomach to soothe it. “still got an anxious belly?”

“not as bad. . .” luke admitted. “talking about it helped.”

his boyfriend pecked his forehead. “good. now, i wish we could stay here forever, but we do need to get to stage. let’s get you some medicine for your tummy and get ready to go on, yeah? after the show you can shower and i’ll cuddle you all you want.”

luke nodded, enticed by the promise of cuddles after the show. he followed michael out of the broom closet, blushing at the curious looks from the crew as they made their way back to the dressing room. ashton and calum quickly looked up when the guitarists returned, clearly having been having some fun while their bandmates were away. 

“there you are, luke! we were worried!” ashton said, going to clap luke on the back, but michael stopped him. 

“he’s anxious,” michael explained, going over to the first aid kit that was kept in the corner of the dressing room and pulling out a bottle of pepto bismol. “here, baby. take this.” he said, passing luke the medicine and a bottle of water. 

“awww, mate,” ashton pouted. “we’re all here for ya.”

luke just nodded, downing the medicine and scrunching up his nose. “what if i forget something?”

“then we’ll back you up.” ashton said calmly, exchanging a subtle glance with michael. 

that seemed to do the trick and the band was able to get on stage without any more hiccups. everything was going great. better than great. until ‘wildflower’, that is. the timing of the song could be difficult, especially live, but the band had kept it on the setlist, due to it being a fan favorite. luke was so caught up in getting everything right that he didn’t even realize he had sped up, leaving michael, calum, and ashton off beat. 

by the time the boy realized, it was too late. they were audibly off. the fans didn’t seem notice, and were having as good a time as ever, but he noticed. for the rest of the concert, he was moody, only interacting with fans and the camera when he knew he had to. 

as soon as the encore had finished and the boys had thrown out picks and sticks, luke stormed offstage, throwing his guitar to a roadie. he could hear his bandmates calling after him, but all he cared about was getting on the bus and getting into his bunk where he could hide away. normally, he loved venturing off the bus after the show, signing autographs and chatting with fans, but tonight, he didn’t want to see anyone.

“luke! wait!” michael called after him.

luke ignored his boyfriend, hurriedly gathering his few things from the dressing room and practically running to the bus. by the time michael caught up, the dressing room was void of any signs of luke. 

“bad night for him, huh?” calum muttered, helping michael gather his things, knowing there was only one thing on the guitarist’s mind. 

michael nodded. “he’s been a wreck all day. i just hope he’s not too upset. the fans didn’t even seem to notice.” he sighed as the remaining boys made their way to the bus. 

opening the door to the tour bus proved otherwise, though. luke’s converse were right at the front of the bus, appearing hastily kicked off. his stage clothes looked like they had been ripped off and tossed by his bunk. the sound of the shower running at the back of the bus filled the small space and michael’s heart sank. luke always listened to music in the shower, but tonight, running water was the only sound. 

ashton and calum made themselves comfortable in the kitchenette, subtly giving luke and michael space. michael paced back and forth between the bunks while he waited for luke to finish showering, needing to talk to him. 

“baby, hey.” michael said, running a hand through his hair when luke appeared, already in cozy pajamas with his hair wet. 

luke murmured something, slipping past michael to slide into his michael’s bunk. “you can go see the fans. it’s okay.” he whispered. 

michael shook his head. “not tonight. we’re all exhausted,” he stripped off his stage clothes, climbing into the bunk beside luke in his underwear. he needed to shower and get something to eat, but right now, his baby was his first priority. “do you wanna talk about it?”

luke shook his head, wrapping his arms around michael. “nuh uh.”

“positive?”

“are you guys mad at me?” luke whispered. 

the older man shook his head. “no, honey. it was the first show and you’re human. you’re allowed to make mistakes.”

tears welled up in luke’s eyes. “i feel bad.”

“babe, the fans didn’t even notice, i talked to ash and cal and they aren’t mad. you’re okay. do you need your medicine?” michael whispered gently.

luke nodded, releasing michael from his grip so his boyfriend could reach under his bunk to grab the anxiety medication that luke took as needed when things got out of control. michael shook a pill out of the bottle, passing it to the blond with a water bottle that had been shoved into the corner of the bunk.

he took the medicine before simply curling back into michael’s side, obviously done talking about the situation for now. that was fine. michael wouldn’t push him. for a while, neither man said anything, listening to ashton and calum’s playful (and sexual) banter coming from the living area of the bus, until luke wrinkled his nose. 

“you smell like sweat.” he stated bluntly, his head being right by michael’s armpit. 

“there he is,” michael laughed. “thank you for the compliment, baby.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“you’re gross.” luke retorted, the medicine and michael’s gentle words making him start to feel more like his normal self. 

“i guess i can go shower.” michael smiled, stretching widely so that luke could get a view (and a whiff) of his sweaty armpits. 

he left a small peck on luke’s cheek, tucking him in before venturing off to shower. he was headed to the bathroom when ashton and calum stopped him, worried looks on their faces. 

“he okay?” calum asked. 

“he will be,” michael nodded. “he took his meds and he’s getting comfortable.”

the rhythm section let out a sigh of relief. luke was like a little brother to them, and seeing him sad, anxious, or upset always left them worried. they sent michael off to shower, gently reminding him to take care of himself. the guitarist had a tendency to focus on everyone but himself, always tending to his bandmates' needs. 

“fucking hell!” michael cursed, angrily hitting the ‘return’ button on his keyboard. “this game is balls.”

you chuckled to yourself, listening to michael’s screaming from upstairs. having a boyfriend who did twitch streams to entertain his fans resulted in some interesting sentences flying around your house. you placed your book down on the couch, wandering upstairs. you pushed open the door to his man cave/gaming room softly, poking your head in. 

“game kicking your ass?” you giggled. 

“and now y/n’s teasing me!” he whined, beckoning you over. 

you smirked, plopping yourself down in his lap on the gaming chair and curiously eyeing the screen. the chat was flooding with comments about you, saying hi and other sweet comments. you and michael had streamed together a few times, but you weren’t exactly a regular guest in his streams, so seeing you was a treat. 

“hey guys!” you said cheerfully. “whatcha playing, mike?” you asked him. 

“resident evil 6,” michael gestured at the screen. “i can’t beat this stupid fucking level.”

“mmmmm.” you tilted your head, toying with an idea in your mind. 

“uh oh. that’s y/n’s thinking face. that means trouble.” michael joked to the chat, green eyes looking up at you, filled with lust. 

“try again. i wanna watch.” you said innocently, leaning your head against his warm shoulder. 

michael did as told, trying his very best to shoot down the zombies and make it through the level, but once again, he was attacked from behind without realizing. you knew how much failing levels upset michael, especially when he was on stream. his subscribers looked up to him and he wanted to make sure they had a reason outside of his personality. 

“this game is stupid.” he groaned, leaning his head back against the headrest of the chair. 

“awwww, c’mon you can’t give up yet, kitten.” you said, purposely shifting around on his lap and toying with the cord of his kitten-eared gaming headset. 

michael paused, trying not to let his face convey the spark that just went through him as his dick twitched. he loved that nickname. meant sexually or not, the name kitten turned him on. he nuzzled his face into your neck, whining softly. 

“giving up so easily, baby?” you chuckled, running a hand through the ends of his bleach-blond hair. 

michael whined. “she’s being mean, guys.” he mumbled, face still buried in your neck. 

the chat flooded with comments about how adorable you and michael were together, as well as comments urging your boy to keep going. the idea that you had been playing with earlier was now at the front of your mind. you turned, your back towards the camera so you could straddle michael, carefully maneuvering yourself so your opening was placed directly over his growing hard-on. you smirked, grabbing his chin in your hand. 

“you can’t give up just yet, kitten. it would be unfair to your subs,” you told him, running your pointer finger down his nose, an innocent look in your eye. “how about this? i’ll give you a little reward if you can beat this level on stream?” 

michael bit his lip to keep from moaning, his dick twitching in his pants. “what kind of reward?”

by this point, the chat was going absolutely crazy and the viewing numbers were going higher and higher. people couldn’t get enough of you and michael, especially with what was going on right now. 

wrappedaroundmikesfinger: there’s no way omg

michaels_lizard_squishmallow: god y/n’s so hot

gamergirl13: OH MY GOD GO ON

“oh, i dunno. something you’ll like.” you smiled sweetly, undoing his spiked belt and unbuttoning the waist of his black skinny jeans just in view of the camera. 

mike pressed his head back against the rest of his red-and-black gaming chair, trying so damn hard not to moan. he was already at the point where he was so hard it was painful and you’d barely done anything to him. 

“o…okay.” he smiled eagerly, trying to keep his voice steady. 

you hopped up off of his lap, straightening your clothes, and going to sit on the couch in the corner of the room. “i’ll watch!” you smiled gleefully. 

michael shook his head and adjusted his headphones, trying to ignore his throbbing dick. “alright guys, let’s give this another shot.” he said, flashing one of his adorable grins. 

just as he went to hit ‘start’ on the level, a comment in the chat caught his eye. 

michaels.cat.headphones: god michael is so kinky

'why yes, i am.' he thought, smirking to himself, before shaking his head and beginning the level. 

the blond paid special attention to the level this time, making sure to not only look in front of him, but behind and on the sides of him as well. he was absolutely fixated on the game, spurred on by the promise of you fucking him until he couldn’t walk. the chat was filling up with comments cheering michael on, but he was entirely too invested in the level to notice. 

after ten minutes, 'YOU WON' flashed across the screen in big, red letters. michael jumped up out of his chair, ripping his headphones off and cheering. 

“HA. GET FUCKED.” he yelled at the computer. 

“good job, honey.” you cooed, crossing the room to kiss his forehead.

you made sure the computer was still on before craning your neck to meet his ear, brushing some of his blond fringe away. “you’re such a good boy, mikey. Iithink you deserve your reward now, hmmm?”

michael nodded eagerly, running back over to the computer. “thank you guys for your support! couldn’t have done it without you…” he paused to read the latest comment that popped up.

michaels_gamer_boy: or without y/n promising to fuck you xD

mike chuckled, blushing and smiling adorably. “no comment, chat. thanks for watching. stay happy, love you bye!” he said quickly, hitting the end button on the stream.

“that was quick.” you said, keeping your voice even. 

michael sat down beside you on the couch in his gaming room. “that’s not my top priority right now.” he told you, smiling cutely. 

“that’s part of your job, michael,” you tutted, walking your fingers up his jean-clad thighs. “i think that’s pretty important.” 

the boy whined, rolling over so he was basically on top of you and burying his face in between your tits. he nuzzled his nose deep inside your cleavage, trying to get impossibly closer to you. as he did so, you could feel his hardening dick brushing against your thighs. 

“you promised me a reward.” he mumbled into your chest, trying to grind into you ever so slightly. 

“i did, didn’t i?”

michael nodded eagerly, raising his head to look into your eyes. his green eyes shown with lust, complimented by his smokey, black eyeliner that he wore on stream days. his eyes were practically screaming fuck me as he gave you the poutiest look, puffing out his plump, pink lips. 

“go upstairs, then. i’ll be with you in a minute.” you smirked. 

your boyfriend jumped up and ran out of the room, giggling gleefully. to say michael was a sexual person was an understatement. he was motivated easily by you promising to dom him later, but there was no fault in that. it was just who he was and you loved him for it. before you went upstairs to satisfy his needs, you went to the front door and opened it up, eagerly grabbing the package off the stoop. 

you quickly cut into the brown cardboard box and took the item out, hurriedly going up the stairs two at time and into your and michael’s bedroom. your boy was eagerly sitting at the head of the bed, brushing his hair with a pink, my melody hairbrush. michael absolutely loved sanrio and brushing his hair, which you thought was the cutest thing in the world. 

“i don’t know why you’re brushing your hair, honey,” you chuckled. “it’s just gonna get all messed up.”

michael blushed, curiously looking at your hands hidden behind your back. “what are you hiding?” he giggled. 

“something for you,” you sing-songed. “strip.” you demanded, your dom voice coming out. 

michael quickly removed his black baseball tee, but paused when he went to reach for his belt. “need your help with my pants.” he pouted, looking up at you. 

“well, aren’t you just a good little kitty?” you asked, going over to him. “i got you a surprise, darling.”

you plopped the kitty earred headband that you had been holding on michael’s head, watching as he squealed. they were black and furry with velvety, pink, inner ears and white fluff. in between the ears was a lacy, black bow with a pink-and-gold jingle bell. 

“i love them!” michael smiled shyly, throwing his arms around your neck. “thank you!” 

“you’re welcome, honey. good job remembering your manners. you’re such a good boy,” you cooed, reaching down to his waistline and slowly undoing his belt. “lay back.”

michael quickly did as told, blushing and giggling with his hands held cutely over his mouth. you straddled him on the bed, before slowly trailing your lips down from his neck to his tummy, sucking softly. your boyfriend whimpered at the soft, sensual feeling of your lips wracking over his body, subconsciously bucking his hips up to meet your own. 

“such a pretty boy. i can’t wait to see you cum all over your pretty, marked-up tummy.” you smirked, nuzzling against his lower abdomen. 

michael meweled and whimpered, wriggling against your grip as you held him down by his hips. “uh huh.” 

“awwww, you’re so eager,” you taunted him. “i don’t even have your jeans off and you’re already getting ready to cum.”

the blond moaned, thrusting his hips up into the air as his body nuzzled against yours. you could see the large tent in his tight, black jeans already. michael was an absolute whore for humiliation, so you decided to have a little fun with him. nothing got him off more than being made fun of and teased. 

“you’re such a slut, mikey. gettin’ off on being bullied,” you chuckled. “you’ll just take anything you can get, won’t you?” 

michael moaned loudly, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his dick throbbed oh-so-painfully. “please.”

as he did so, the bell on his headband jingled cutely, furthering his kitty-like persona. michael already looked absolutely wrecked and you hadn’t even taken his jeans off. his fringe was sweaty and stuck to his forehead and his eyeliner was already smudged. the blond was whiny and nuzzling into your hand like a small cat, the hickeys already developing on his tummy and chest. you slowly unbuttoned his jeans and seductively slid them down his legs, watching the way he whimpered and wriggled under your touch. 

“oh my god, please fuck me.” he cried out, back arching. 

you smiled as you tugged off his jeans and lacy, black boyshorts with the little pink bow, leaving the boy in his slutty embarrassment. “you’re so desperate.” you giggled. 

michael whined, reaching up for you. “want you to rail me so bad.” he moaned. 

“is that a challenge?”

he nodded his head eagerly, bells jingling on his headband and ears flopping. just after he did so, michael rolled over onto his back, completely ready for you to fuck him. his milky, cakelike ass was face up and you couldn’t help but to give it a smack, leaving a slight red mark. michael cried out with pleasure, wiggling his bum closer to you. 

“again.” he moaned. 

you smacked michael’s ass once more before sitting back on the balls of your feet. “that’s all you get. don’t be greedy, honey.”

michael made a variety of sensual noises, grinding his enormously hard dick against the comforter of the bed. he was beyond horny and just needed you to fuck him until he couldn’t walk straight. you decided to give the boy what he wanted, knowing you were about to overstimulate him beyond belief. 

you moved slightly and pulled a strap-on and some lube out of your nightstand. over the last several months of being michael’s dom and him being your sub, you had slowly trained him to take a bigger and bigger dildo. you carefully strapped the sex toy onto yourself, humming happily at the beautiful sight in front of you. 

“should i open you up or are you already so ready?” you asked michael. 

“please, just fuck me.” he breathed out. 

“please,” he cried out, tears starting to build from being teased. “need to cum soon.”

“not now, kitten,” you chuckled. “shut up and take it like a good little pussy cat you are.” you told him. 

the nickname made michael’s dick twitch, with him practically cumming on the spot. “oh god.”

you lathered two of your fingers with some spit to give the boy some nice lube, before slowly trailing them around and inserting them into his pretty, pink hole. mike cried out at the feeling of suddenly being full, moving his ass back and forth as your fingers pumped inside of him. the bell on his head jingled and he almost sounded kittenlike as he mewled with pleasure at the feeling of you fingerfucking him. 

“feels so good.” he whimpered. 

“i know it does,” you smirked. “you’re so easy to make a slutty, sexual mess.”

michael arched his back and nearly yelped in pleasure at the degradation, his cheeks burning, but he loved it all the same. 

“already ready to cum?” you asked him. “i’m not even inside of you yet, whore.”

the blond boy whined when you retracted your fingers, eager to have your bodies touching again and you inside him. you gently rubbed his back with one hand while slathering the lube onto the strap-on with the other. without another warning, you slammed into michael, making him cry out with the pain that he so dearly loved. 

“oh my god,” he whined. “fuck me faster, y/n, please.”

you did as he asked, riding him within an inch of his life. your skin was slapping against his, the noise echoing around the room as the scent of sex filled the air. michael’s little headband continued to jingle with the bouncing movement, which made for a beautiful melody when combined with his pretty, girly moans. 

“oh god, need to cum.” he panted out, clenching his cheeks around your ‘dick’. 

“not yet,” you told him, landing a slap to his ass. “i’m not finished.” 

the boy whined, burying his face into the pillow as a white-hot ball of sex continued to build in his tummy. every slap of you against him made him moan and writhe. 

you continued to peg him, quite literally edging to tears the boy as he continued to sweat, moan, and cry from the feeling of not being able to release his orgasm. michael took it like the good boy he was, though, until you decided you’d had enough fun with teasing him. you railed into the boy one last time before landing down on his ass with a thump and giving it a slight smack. 

“you can cum now, honey. good boy.” you told him, running a hand through his hair while you were still inside of him. 

michael did as told, finally, finally releasing that tension that had been building up for so long. he cried out as he did so, yelling profanities as he came all over his pretty, marked-up tummy. 

“thank you.” he whimpered out with a small smile as he collapsed against the pillows, utterly exhausted.

“you’re welcome, honey. you’re such a good little kitty.” you cooed, knowing how important praise was to michael’s aftercare. 

he blushed slightly, his dick still twitching, but he was entirely too exhausted to do anything about it. the blond simply curled against the pillows, worn out from being beyond railed, not to mention edged and overstimulated. 

“thank you.” he whispered again. 

you smiled, taking off your strap-on and placing it aside. you pulled a pack of baby wipes out of your drawer and began to wipe down michael’s cum-covered tummy.