YOU ARE THE REASON
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Andulka
Misplaced Lens Cap
trying on a metaphor

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if i look back, i am lost
dirt enthusiast
Not today Justin

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Mike Driver

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i don't do bad sauce passes
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@chrislyssas
Hello would you mind writing something about mature Micheal and him loving to smack his gf or wife’s ass. Haha he seemed to be into that and it would be a fun story to read. Thank you 🤭
he LOVES slapping back and that’s facts𑣲⋆
summary: mature!michael can’t keep his hands off of his younger wife!reader
⋆˚꩜。 the small door to the baby pink volkswagen beetle slammed shut behind you, the wide sunglasses pushed up into your hair to keep it out of your face as you opened the trunk of your car.
a creak emitted from the white front door, michael’s head popping out to check if you were home, obviously hearing your car pull up in the huge driveway.
“hi, baby! can you help me grab these bags please”, waving cheerfully, clearly having a dopamine rush from all of the shopping you had just done.
michael hummed, his socked feet pattering down the concrete as he got closer to you, watching you bend over to reach further into the trunk.
standing behind you, waiting for you to pass him the bags of luxury goods you had just acquired, he took in your appearance.
the black juicy couture velour tracksuit hugged you tight, and as you bent over, the jacket rode up, revealing a tiny bit of your lower back.
the gems from the juicy logo stretched tight across your ass, glistening in the los angeles sunlight, making michael lick his lips and grab your waist. his ivory hands gripped you tight and pressed you up against his lower half as you reached for the final bags in the trunk.
“mikey, i can’t reach the bags, you’re pulling me back,” you giggled, clearly amused by his touchiness.
“m’sorry pretty girl, you’re just so irresistible” he hummed, before taking a step back and swinging his hand to meet your backside in a quick slap, watching the flesh jiggle beneath the velour material.
you jumped, quickly turning around and giving him a pointed look. pushing the small bags into his hands, almost giving him a silent instruction to get away from you and take the bags in instead.
michael laughed, a deep, raspy vibration from his chest, head tilting back as he turned on his heel, his dark, fluffy hair bouncing with each step towards the house.
shaking your head, a manicured hand reached above you to grab the trunk before slamming it shut. god, what were you going to do with that man and his hands.
⋆˚꩜。 on a much needed night off with michael, you were both in the kitchen. the moscato wine glugged as it left the expensive bottle into the tall crystal wine glasses on the marble counter.
the staff had been sent home in, what felt like, a once in a lifetime opportunity to spend some alone time with michael whilst he wasn’t absolutely exhausted from working all day.
you turned towards him, the fabric of your sheer nightdress swishing at your waist as you brought the glass to your lip gloss stained lips, leaving a shiny pink mark on the rim.
michael stared at you as you took a sip, reaching behind you to grab the wine glass whilst his other hand rested on your hip to steady himself.
“so are we watching a movie tonight? i know there’s this really good one that’s just come out, i think you’ll like it” you questioned, wiping the top of your lip.
“mm.. we can if you want, although i had other ideas about how tonight might go…”, his voice lowering more as he spoke, his head dipping to become face to face with you.
“oh? like what, baby?”, tilting your head, knowing exactly what he was referring to but wanting to tease him a little bit.
he placed the glass back onto the counter, both hands now caging you in.
“you know, me and you… upstairs…” he trailed off, eyes flicking over to the grand staircase.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your lips closer to his, feeling his breath fan across them.
“let’s go then, baby”, a high pitch giggle emitting from you as you swiftly turned, still carrying the wine glass in your hands.
as you turned the corner of the counter, moving towards the staircase, a smack echoed throughout the kitchen.
michael smirked, his hand landing perfectly on the round flesh beneath your flowy dress.
“ouch! oh my gosh, michael.. why do you still catch me off guard when you do that, i should expect it by now..” you groaned, now walking backwards and facing him.
he shrugged, a proud smile painted across his face, before grabbing your hand and dragging you upstairs.
⋆˚꩜。 the broom swept across the living room floor, the toys being brushed aside so you could reach the biscuit crumbs on the floor.
you had just put your son down for a nap, it being much needed as he had seemed to have so much energy today that by the early afternoon you were absolutely exhausted.
michael had been locked away in his studio all morning, having said that he had an idea, shooting up from bed and running down the hallway into the studio.
your hair fell out of the loose updo you had temporarily placed it in, further adding to the sensory overload you were having.
you stood straight, holding the toys your son had thrown around the room, turning to place them into the toy box. michael stood in the doorway, you had been so focused on cleaning up that you had not heard him walk into the living room.
you jumped slightly, his presence unexpected, before throwing the toys into the toy box and slamming the top shut.
“hey, hey.. what’s the matter, pretty girl” he said, concern lacing his voice, his arms stretched out to grab you.
“i’m just so exhausted, it’s like he wouldn’t just have a moment of downtime. he kept jumping up and running around to grab something he shouldn’t be touching, and he usually isn’t like that so it just stressed me out” you whined, your head falling onto his chest as you leant on him.
his dressing gown clad arms wrapped around your back, his hands sliding further down your back to rest on the curve between your lower back and ass.
“it’s alright, baby, is he asleep now?”
you nodded against his chest, your eyes shutting in a moment of relaxation.
“should we go and sit outside for a second, let you clear your mind. if he wakes up, the chef will definitely hear and let us know” he whispered, his head resting on yours.
his hands moved further down, bringing a few small taps to your butt for comfort and also because he's obsessed with the way it feels in his hands.
michael moved back, his hands still gripping your waist before turning you around, his arm wrapped around you to keep you pressed against him as you walked outside for a moment of peace.
𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗 - 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 (𝙗𝙛!𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙜𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)
backstory: reader is braiding michael's hair
type: fluff
warnings: none
divider creds: @viviansturns
Michael Headcanons
Sexiest Men Alive — Michael Jackson
warnings: fan hysteria, paparazzi culture, invasive interviews, sexual jokes/humor, suggestive concert moments, screaming fangirls, fame, chaos, confident Michael
No Comment — Chapter One
Michael Jackson x Black!Reader
Warnings: swearing, paparazzi harassment, age gap discourse, media pressure, chaotic behavior, protective reader, fluff/humor
Tags: michael jackson x reader, black reader, protective reader, chaotic reader, funny reader, media trained michael, public relationship, paparazzi, interview gone wrong, crack treated seriously, fluff, series potential, 90s michael jackson
Taglist: @simply-lovley44 @cocomilaa @blcknebula
“It was the best thing I’ve ever done..”
wow its been a while uhhh... *kicks a rock* ehhh here's my last lesbyler drawing *coughs* love you guys
Spiderman!Will and mj!Mike
happy pride month to everyone and their lovers 🌈
“Smile,” Will said quickly, leaning in closer, pulling himself into frame with Mike.
Their heads were touching. Will’s smile came easy, like he could pretend this was nothing more than two friends hanging out.
But Mike was still looking at him. Not the camera. Him.
Click.
The flash went off. Will blinked, laughing under his breath as he pulled back just slightly. The countdown for the next photo started.
“Alright, focus,” he said, still smiling. Leaning back in.
Mike doesn't move.
“I can’t,” Mike says nearly against Will’s ear.
He turned his head. Their eyes locked.
Click.
The next flash went off, but neither of them reacted to it. They were too close now. Noses nearly brushing, breath slipping into the same shared space.
“Mike,” he said softly.
“Will,” Mike answered.
Their eyes searched each other. Will couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move.
Mike reached out and touched Will’s cheek.
“I missed you,” Mike murmured, his gaze flicking down to Will’s lips before lifting again. “so much.”
Click. The flash goes off.
Something in Will sparked all at once. His whole body buzzed, like he’d been thrown back onto one of those spinning rides, except he wasn’t moving at all.
He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. His lips parted, but the words dissolved before they could form. Confusion and want tangled together somewhere beneath his ribs, too knotted to pull apart.
Mike must have seen it on his face, because he nodded, tilting his head as he leaned in.
“Yes,” he whispered, and Will felt the words against his lips. “Just like this. I missed you like this.”
And then Mike kissed him. His arms came around Will and pulled him closer, and the tiger slipped from Will’s hands and fell forgotten to their feet. Will went weak under the kiss.
Click.
The photo booth flashed one last time, catching the moment.
Time cast a spell on you — Chapter 34
Artist: sqnnnvvviii (on TikTok) / shrimphater333 (X)
Thank you for this beautiful sketch.
willow byers, michelle wheeler, daisy henderson and lucy sinclair
brooklyn baby
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mike talking about will to everyone literally all the time in college and he's like 3 months in and then finally one of his friends is like "wow you must really love your boyfriend" and mike just shuts up and stops like a deer in headlights because "what no he's my best friend" and then he's like 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 and that's how he realises he's in love with will byers
byler but make it heartstopper
Concept art for the fanfic on the ficbook « Вторая Волна»