#goldiluke

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IF MUKE DON'T KISS IN VALENTINE

they still gay

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Signs as Muke moments

Aries: that time Luke refused to hold hands with Michael so they linked arms instead

Taurus: that time when Luke and Calum were being bratty little bitches™ and Michael kept hiding his boner

Gemini: that time when Luke tried to kiss Michael on-stage the first time

Cancer: that time when Michael got hard af™ during an interview so hid his Cliffoconda with a tiny lil cushion

Leo: that time when Michael called Luke sexy on-stage and we all died

Virgo: that time when Michael couldn’t resist and played with Luke’s hair on-stage 

Libra: that time when Luke tried to kiss Michael during a festival

Scorpio: that time when Michael proposed to Luke via IG post

Sagittarius: that time when Michael got mad at Luke during a twitcam

Capricorn: that time when Luke gave a rose to Michael and he put it in his hair

Aquarius: that time when Luke had fucking hickies before his London 5SOS3 tour interviews started

Pisces: that time when Luke literally got in Michael’s face during their performance of Valentine

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Muke drabble

TW: fluff and smut (possible angst)

Michael was minding his own business when a very familiar scent enters his gameroom. Annoyed, he looks around just to say goodbye to the current raid.

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Luke fucking Hemmings, also known as his partner of nearly a decade, is in faux-innocent white leather bondage gear, perfected with bunny ear clip-ons.

"Princess..." Michael's treacherous cock swells up quicker than ever. "This isn't nice."

"You're giving Widowmaker all your attention, not me," Luke huffs, a dainty hand on their delicately bruised hip. "Gotta get my quota somehow."

"By making me mad? Sure, princess," Michael crowds his princess to the wall and plants a hand on either side of their ears--the human ones. "Gonna make you regret it, princess..." he murmurs, nipping hard at Luke's earshell. He undoes his trainers and lowers his briefs just enough to graze Luke's exposed slut-hole with his excited cocktip.

Luke whimpers.

He doesn't bother with prep and slams three fingers inside Luke's already-wet hole and jams his fingertips agaunst their sweet spot until they collapse with a screech of "daddy!"

"Aw," Michael mocks, not caring that Luke already fingered themself, thus having come twice in a row so soon. "Exhausted?"

"Never," they pant, glaring.

Michael delivers a loud smack to Luke's asacheeks. He likes the way they jiggle.

"Fuck," he mutters as he drizzles lube onto his cock. "You fucking seduced me in my damn gameroom."

"That was the point, daddy," Luke giggles, soon dissolving into a mewl when Michael tugs at the leash attached to their collar. "Daddy!"

"No," Michael growls, slamming into their sweet spot from the get-go so hard, Luke comes again with a shriek. "I'll shove your favourite ass trainer if you speak again, pet."

"Fancy," Luke, ever the brat, refutes.

Michael gags them with their favourite ass trainer.

Luke moans happily around their mouthful.

His thrusts are short and measured, deep enough to make Luke at least come thrice more before he breeds them.

"Your cum is leaking outta my whore-hole, daddy..." Luke mewls, sagging against Michael's chest, once the gag is removed.

"Think we can try again? Wanna have kids with you..."

"MAKE KIDS ELSEWHERE!"

Michael arches a brow when a dishevelled Calum and Ashton make an appearance.

"DON'T TALK TO ME! MICHAEL GORDON CLUFFORD, YOU KNOW USING CONDOMS IS THE BEST WHEN LUKE IS INTERSEX AND--"

"We've been married for 3 years, I think--"

"Daddy--Ashton's right," Calum clears his throat. "Be safe! Uncle C-Hizzle is expectung to be the godfather."

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Princess giving hearteyes to his daddy

[monsteramongcashton]

Luke is our generations bottommost gaycon

no discourse pls

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Luke, as I prefer to call him,

Twink ass bottom ass thot-for-Michael ass, LukASS