this blog exists because my brain is permanently occupied by michael and i needed somewhere to put all of the scenes, imagines, drabbles, and stories that won’t leave me alone.
i adore every era of michael, but you’ll probably find a lot of:
♡ daddy michael
♡ age gaps
♡ yearning
♡ domestic moments
♡ hurt/comfort
♡ being loved a little too much
requests are open, so feel free to send me prompts and ideas!
i’m just a girl with a pink aesthetic and an unhealthy attachment to a man who hasn’t released an album in decades.
Hi babe! I am currently writing on something but I am taking it slow🩷 Having the worst hangover today so it will probably take some more time until my next post, I miss you all too my babies☹️🩷
Can you write something between Michael (in his Mature era) and a younger reader that has a kink for his hands? He notices and gives her what she wants !! Thank you I absolutely love your works
of course i can! i hope you enjoy this cutie <3
reading…
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pairing: mature!michael x fem!reader
summary: you can’t help but get distracted by your boyfriend’s beautiful hands.
warnings: soft dom!mikey, dry (not for long) humping, finger sucking/ licking, sub!reader, hand kink, pet names: pretty/ good girl
wc: 1k
reqs: open :)
michael always had a book on hand, especially when lounging around the house. it was his favorite pastime. the two of you loved to spend lazy days together indulging in your own favorite hobbies. he read while you learned a new baking recipe, or he’d watch a show while you read an exciting new romance novel. this afternoon was similar to many of the others you shared, but something unexpected lit a spark inside you…
michael sat up on the couch, your legs atop his lap. he was in the middle of a new biography, absolutely focused. you were focused too- but not on the show you were watching. your head turned in michaels direction, eyes zooming in on his hand as he turned the page. he held the black cover in his left hand, his hand practically covered the entire book itself. the size difference caused a slight blood rush to your cheeks. michael glanced over at you, though you didn’t notice until he opened his mouth.
“yes,” his tone was low.
you darted your eyes to meet his, becoming entirely too self aware of the fact that you were practically drooling all over your boyfriends hands.
you asked innocently, “is your book entertaining?”
his smile was soft, “mhm…” but he was waiting for more, “is there anything else on your mind, pretty girl?”
michaels head tilted with his words, his silky hair fell over his face.
“um..”
your hands fiddled with the fuzzy blanket that covered your body, wishing it was covering your face. michael softly shut the book, resting a hand on the cover. his fingers were so long, and for a brief moment you imagined what it’d be like to take them in your mouth. the saliva mixing-
“mm.. it looks like there is something on your mind.”
you bit your lip, staring around the room. michael noticed every bit of change in your demeanor, you could never hide from your own emotions- especially arousal. you began to rise onto your knees, and placed your palms in your lap before deciding to crawl over to your boyfriend. the cushioned couch and blanket ruffled as you shifted your position, ending up with your head resting against your boyfriends thighs. michael placed the book beside him, and caressed your cheek with his thumb.
“tell me what it is that on your mind,” michael soothed.
you stared at his black shirt, “it’s just…,” you mumbled… you placed both your hands onto his wrist
he raised an eyebrow, “hm?”
“your,” you met his gaze, “your hands.”
“i see.”
michael moved the hand on your face to trace the curve of your waist, his free hand making its way to your hair. you shivered at the sensation.
“y’like that, pretty girl?”
you were too entranced by the sensation of his finger to respond, instead a gasp escaped from your soft lips. he dragged the finger back up to your face.
“sit up f’me.”
you complied, pressing your hands to his thighs to lift yourself up. michael, then, patted his thigh, spreading one leg from the other. you climbed onto him, using his broad shoulders for support. he held you by the hip and placed a tender peck onto your lips- which left you aching for more.
michael took one of your hands and held his in comparison, holy fuck. his hand was probably twice the size of your own.
“wow baby,” he teased, “lookit the difference.”
you took in every wrinkle of his skin. his touch was tender. all you wanted was to taste him. you took the opportunity to glide your hand to his wrist, and bring it to your lips. you looked at each finger like a lollipop, and rotated his hand the meet his thumb. michael wrapped his large hand around your face, covering your cheek entirely. you held onto the hem of his shirt as he finally gave you what you wanted.
your eyes fluttered shut your boyfriend parted your lips with his thumb.
“open.”
you obeyed, and he slowly inserted his thumb into your mouth. you moaned around his finger as your tongue explored every centimeter of his thumb. michael removed his finger, which made a soft pop! sound. you pouted, wanting more.
michael warned, “patience baby,” as he grazed his wet thumb across your lips.
his hand slid down your neck and to your chest. you anxiously followed every movement. michaels hand danced up to your chin, lifting your gaze to his. he entered his index and middle finger into your mouth. you hummed around him, licking around his fingers like like ice cream.
“move f’me, pretty girl.”
you began to rock your hips into him, your heart rate rapidly increasing. your eyes rolled as strings of saliva connected you and his hand. your hands moved to his collarbone, rubbing against his cotton shirt. the sound of your moans and ruffling fabric taking up the room.
“jus like that,” he cooed, the pulse of your pussy becoming more prominent by the second.
you picked up your pace, your breasts bouncing in your shirt. michael groaned at such a lewd sight. every sensation became more prominent. the wetness of his fingers, the aching of his cock, and the heat that took over you.
you took his fingers entirely, bopping your head up and down his hand desperate for more. you looked up at him through your lashes- as if you were sucking his erection. his brows furrowed.
“fuck,” michael moaned out
you slurped the dripping saliva, moving at a rapid pace. both of you were close, precum began to leak out of michaels cock. you placed a hand to the side of the couch for support, leaning back to hit all your sensitive spots. michaels hand followed your head, sticking his fingers around the insides of your mouth.
“yes, yes,” your tongue fell out of your mouth as drool wet your chin and his fingers, “mikey-“
“‘s’it my good girl,” he whispered, “jus’ like that.”
his words sent you over, and you both rode out your orgasm together. he leaked all through his pants, and there was now a very prominent wet spot on his thigh. as you caught your breath, you collapsed onto his chest and held onto the collar of his shirt. michael wrapped his arms around you, holding your tender body. both of you stood in this silence, chests rising and falling in synchronicity.
this is kind of a little note to the people in your asks because omfg
i know everyone wants her to write, but then it just stops being fun. i’ve had people damn near demanding me for more fics in my asks, and it’s seriously deterring me from writing those requests. “you need to make your fics longer” “you have to do this”
seriously, this work is all free. writers dont have to do anything for you. she works, and has been so polite to you guys passively begging for more fics when she’s said on several occasions she’ll get to it but she’s busy.
i’m not trying to be rude. basic manners apply in every scenario. a simple please and thank you goes a long way.
you know i love you girl, and whenever you’re ready to put something out again i’m reading it asap!!! focus on work and your personal life 🫠💓
Baby😭 Thank you so much, while I know the asks that I am getting (asking when I will post again) are meant in a nice manner, and that ya’ll are just excited I am agreeing with you!
I think some of you can only imagine how many of the same asks I got in my inbox, and it is right, it pressures me. I just write for funsies, and while I am happy you guys enjoy it sooo much, I don’t want it to become an obligation🥹 that’s why I haven’t answered some of you
sleepy, but currently dreaming of mature!michael cuddling before bed. he’s told you several times to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but he always comes home to the lights on ‘n a very very sleepy girl. once you hear his footsteps you flutter your eyes awake and weakly smile at him. he laughs, it never gets old how cute you are when you’re half asleep.
for as long as you can manage, you tell him about your day in mumbled almost incomprehensible pieces, somehow he understands you. your head lay on his heavy chest, taking in the south of his gentle heartbeat. he caresses your head with his large hands, or drags a finger across your body.
once you fall asleep, he’s more at ease. despite finding you absolutely adorable, he loves n cares about you. he doesn’t want you to experience his difficulties with sleep. michael enjoys your tiny breaths and near-silent murmurs in your sleep. you rest an arm on his chest, which he finds soothing.
before you know it, he’s drifted off into sleep too.
hi queen please may you not post your asks in the michael fanfic tags? it’s hard to find fics when people post their asks in those tags all the time, and there’s tags you can make yourself for asks!
oh hey babes! thank you for the input, I have never thought about that😔 I won’t use those tags anymore!!
I know you have work but please post something today 😭❤️ love you
Babies I know y’all are hungry😭 I wanted to write and post something yesterday but I was just too exhausted to do so :/ I got a late shift today so I can’t post, hopefully tomorrow?🥹
But I have good news!! only next week of work and after that I am off for three weeks!
I just recently discovered your page and this might be weird but everything you write is right up my alley. Like I just love age gap stories with mature Mike.
Hey babes!🩷
It’s not weird at all!! I love them too, and could barely find any so that’s why I started writing my own! Thank you!! I feel so flattered anytime you guys give me compliments 🥹 Much kisses😙
Girl, I love you! Lately I’ve been following your blog so closely—you’ve literally become my favorite! Every day I check out what you post, haha. And I’ve sent you a bunch of stuff, so I decided I wanted to introduce myself as an anonymous friend (💘🐰). I’m the one who sent you the message saying I love your content, the question about what you write and what u wouldnt write, and a few requests (like the one with Michael as an old man and Reader taking care of her, and Bratty!Reader being punished on Mike’s lap), etc—anyway, I just wanted to introduce myself, hahaha.
With lots of love,
- 💘🐰
Heyyy🩷
This is so sweet😭 Girly, I saw all those requests! and I love the spanking one! Unfortunately I don’t see myself writing the one with older Michael, but no shame towards it! Thank you for trusting me with your request, really you can send me anything (within those boundaries I told you)- that’s why I said I will see what I can do with it😙
I am looking forward to see your little emojis 💘🐰 in my inbox!
I’m done discussing this situation publicly. I’ve said everything I wanted to say, and I don’t have any interest in continuing online arguments, especially when they involve private conversations that don’t belong in public. If you’re here for my writing, welcome. If you’re here because of Tumblr drama, this probably isn’t the blog for you. I’d rather spend my time writing than arguing.
If you genuinely want to discuss something with me, feel free to send me a respectful DM. I’m always open to respectful conversations. From now on, I’ll only be responding to asks that are actually about my writing, my stories, or my blog. I’m done engaging with asks that exist solely to continue discourse or start arguments.
I am sorry that I have posted so many responses like this, but I needed to say it one last time after receiving another anonymous ask in that tone :)