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at first, stiles didn't even notice it. the way his heart would race and his cheeks would flush; he was used to having that reaction around you. so used to it, in fact, that he had stopped letting it be a distraction. you'd giggle at his joke or look up at him through your lashes and he'd blush, fidget, move on. like his own little routine.
what got distracting was when he had made the sudden realization one day: you're hot.
the two of you had been friends for so long, crushing for almost that whole time, that by the time stiles looked up and saw you in your bikini, it was too late to turn back. he was a goner.
literally-he was out of lydia's backyard and in her half bathroom before you could even ask him to help with your sunscreen.
PERFECTION IM SOCK
do we think dean winchester has ever smoked pot …. ?
you genuinely appear once in a blue moon 💔💔 come back 💔😢
IM SORRYYYY YOURE LITERALLY MY FAVORITE IM COMING BACK FOR YOUU 😭😭💗
hi babe make me stiles stilinski headcannons please
stiles stilinski bf headcanons
anything for you!!! this is half fluff, half nsfw! i hope u enjoy honey munchkin.
tw: mention of cannabis, cowgirl, praise, eating pussy,
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stiles would … be the dorkiest bf ever, insisting on carrying your books even when there are only two of them and you keep telling him they’re not heavy. he’d sling them under one arm like some kind of gentleman from an old movie and walk you to every single class, no matter how far out of the way it was. sometimes he’d spend the entire walk rambling about some ridiculous theory or a conversation he overheard, and other times he’d just stay close enough that your shoulders brushed together every few steps. everyone at school would know exactly where to find him between periods: trailing beside scott, or trailing beside you.
stiles would … get unusually affectionate when he’s high. he’d end up with his head resting in your lap, mumbling half-finished thoughts about things that don’t quite connect anymore, his words fading in and out like static. and when your hand slips into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp, he just melts—quiet little sounds slipping out of him as he presses closer, nuzzling into your touch like he’s been waiting for it all his life... which he has.
stiles would … be a little awkward with physical affection, but he’s a lot awkward with most things, so you really shouldn’t take it personally. it’s never big or obvious with him; it’s the small, accidental-seeming touches. the brief brush of his fingers against your lower back when he’s guiding you through a crowded hallway, trying to act casual but still wants to make sure you’re right there. or when you’re reaching for something just out of your height and he steps in behind you without thinking, one hand steadying your hip as he grabs it for you.
!! nsfw under the cut !!
i wish i had fic ideas for michael i cannot
dude me too. i feel so bad that he’s the one i’ve least written for cus HES LITERALLY MY FAV!!!! IF ANYONE HAS ANY IDEAS PLEASSEE ASK!!!!
COOL DAD
he shows you a song him and michael made together.
pairings: dad!luke hemmings x afab!reader
you and luke recently had your first child together, you’ve been coming to the studio with him quite a lot while he recorded his new album ‘everyone’s a star!’. for the first time in awhile you didn’t come with him, which is when him and michael had the silly idea to write a song and record it now that they’re both fathers.
warnings: none!
word count: 659
song recommendation: cool dad / 5 seconds of summer
authors note: came up with this like two hours ago so it’s a shorter one compared to what i usually post but i hope you like it!
luke eagerly grabs your hand, dragging you down the hallway to the recording studio he’s been working in all day with the rest of the band. he holds your baby with one arm like it’s his third child already. luke seems to have grown into fatherhood so easily, taking as much responsibility over your child the best that he could even though he’s the busiest man you know. he’s still the perfect dad.
“i’d love to know what’s got you so excited.” you laugh as he pulls you towards the room, you both stop at the doorframe and he looks down at you with glimmering eyes.
“you’re about to find out, i promise.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping into the studio.
michael was already sat down, a pair of headphones on over his backwards cap. he looked up from his phone, adjusting his headphones so they were covering just one ear instead of two.
“hey y/n, y’alright?” he greeted you with a smile, you returned it. “hi michael! i’m good, just a little tired. who knew parent life was so exhausting? luke’s never said anything about you complaining about it and you’re on your second one.” you rant.
his smile widens at your whining. “it’s tough.” he agreed. “you just gotta push through, you can’t complain about it too much because you both signed up for it, y’know?” he pointed out.
“that’s true.” you agreed, turning your gaze back to luke who was settling the baby to sleep for a little peace.
time passed in the studio, the sound of calum and ashton recording down the hallway could be heard. the baby had finally reached sleep and luke sat down beside you.
“okay, so … me and michael made a song, it’s all a joke and we’re probably not gonna release it on streaming platforms but it might end up on a vinyl or something.” he shrugged. “anyways, doesn’t really matter but i’m just trying to justify it before you get mad.” he nervously chuckled.
your eyebrows furrow. “why would i get mad?” you ask, looking up at him with confusion.
“i don’t mean mad— i don’t know. maybe i do mean mad.” he stuttered, grabbing his phone, opening his voice memos and passing it to you. “it’s the top one.” he said.
a 2 minute long voice memo named ‘cool dad’ sat infront of you on his screen. you dread to hear this song already just by seeing the name.
you press play hesitantly, placing the phone down on your thigh. the second luke starts to sing you crane your head to look at him within half a second, a scolding look on your face.
the song ended and luke was stiff beside you, michael laughing the entire way through knowing he wrote most of the song and luke was getting the blame for singing them.
“she’s gonna hear that and think you’re serious one day!” you say the minute the song outro begun, gently hitting luke’s bicep. “you practically dismissed everything bad as long as she doesn’t touch the fucking thermostat? are you serious, luke?” you laughed, the seriousness in your tone dissolving at the dumb lyrics.
“this was michael’s idea, i just sung it.” he defended himself, lifting his arms and showing you his hands to plead not guilty.
“michael has his own kids to deal with, that’s not my problem.” you immediately snap back. “if she ever hears this it’s your fault and then it’s very much going to be your problem.” you continue to scold him.
“i’m sorry, but when she’s old enough to even know what marijuana is i think she’ll know that the song isn’t serious.” he replied, reaching over to massage your shoulders.
“i know, i’m not even that mad i’m just trying to scare you.” you giggle when he lets out a breath he was holding and you lean back into his working fingers.
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🎶 songs michael clifford would dedicate to you 🎶
u can read luke’s version here if you’d like !
— i miss you,,, blink 182
he’d never say it outright without laughing it off, but this song does really does do it for him. late nights on tour, bad wifi, staring at his phone hoping you’re awake. the lyrics def hit for him especially because of the distance, and michael would 100% blast this and say “it’s just a classic” while thinking about you the entire time.
— the only exception,, paramore
michael in 2014 was a paramore defender for life. this song is soft in a way that scares him a little; about letting someone past the walls, choosing love even when it feels risky. you’re the exception to his chaos, the person he trusts even when he doesn’t trust himself.
— tear in my heart,, twenty one pilots
michael mentioning tear in my heart in that one vid actually inspired this haha. i honestly don’t have a lot to say about this one, just that he would get the most overwhelming feeling in his chest.
happy anniversary to them
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[mulder & scully - the x-files; lee harker - longlegs; will graham - hannibal; dale cooper - twin peaks; clarice starling - silence of the lambs; rust cohle - true detective]
the concept of mulder, an atheist, reverently kissing scully on the forehead and then on both sides of her face in a manner that depicts the sign of the cross is just a little too insane for me.
Fox Mulder won the autism lottery. He made the FBI give him an entire subdivision for his special interest AND someone to infodump to
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under someone else, still not over you
pairing: ashton irwin x reader summary: when your roommate has had enough of having to listen to your casual hookups, buried feelings come to the surface and emotions get the best of you both. warnings: smut, slight angst, brief slut shaming, no mentions of contraception word count: 2.8k authors note: this is my first attempt at writing smut and i kinda hate it but i hope you guys like it more than i do! between the sounds of your moans, the squeaks of the bed, and the grunts leaving the mouth of the guy you were with, ashton thought he was going to lose his mind. you two had moved in together after you responded to a craigslist ad he had posted, stating that he was looking for a roommate after his former one had moved in with his girlfriend. you and him met up at a coffee shop to discuss the living arrangement, and two weeks later he was helping you carry boxes into his house.
you two quickly became very good friends, and would even have weekly movie nights every friday. the first red flag was when you began having to cancel your friday movie nights with ashton in favor of hooking up with strangers you met in random bars or on dating sites. the first couple of times, ashton figured it may have been a coincidence. after two months, ashton had reached his breaking point.
now, it was nearly 4:00 am, and ashton had barely slept on account of your late night endeavors. plagued with thousands of questions as to how he managed to let this happen to the two of you, combined with the orchestra of sex sounds coming from across the hall, ashton was certain that his brain was going to explode if he didn’t put a stop to it.
without thinking, ashton quickly rose from his bed and made his way to your door, aggressively knocking on it. “y/n! get out here right now!” he yelled. from the other side of the door, he could hear muffled whispers and the sounds of panicked footsteps approaching. before he had a chance to change his mind and retreat back to his room, his eyes were met with your rather disheveled appearance – messy hair, flushed cheeks, and your comforter wrapped around your naked body. you hurriedly stepped outside and closed the bedroom door behind you before turning to ashton. “what the fuck is your problem?” you whispered, frustration evident in your voice.
“you. you're my problem,” he responded bluntly. you furrowed your eyebrows, growing increasingly annoyed by the minute. “me? what did i do?” you asked.
he rolled his eyes, and scoffed. “don’t act like you don’t know.”
“i really don’t!” you reasoned. in response, he let out an exasperated sigh. “i want him out of here,” he demanded firmly.
your eyes widened in realization before shoving his left shoulder. “you couldn't have waited until after we were done to kick him out?!”
he let out a dry laugh, his eyes flashing with anger. “is that really your number one priority? getting off?”
“why else would you have sex if it weren't to get off?” you questioned.
he rubbed his forehead and shook his head. “you know what? have fun with your little boy toy. i'm done with this conversation,” he said as he turned to walk away.
almost immediately, you became overwhelmed with guilt and desperately reached out for ashton's wrist, pulling him back towards you. “look, give me five minutes and i'll get him out of here, okay? then we can talk about what's really bothering you,” you say, sighing in defeat.
he nods softly, and you two don’t exchange any words as you let go of his wrist and disappear into your room. ashton lingers for a moment, listening for signs of movement on the other side of the door. once he hears muttered complaints coming from the guy, and your repeated apologies, he goes back to his room and waits to hear the sound of the front door closing.
when that sound finally came, he took it as his cue to find you again. emerging from his room once more, he checks your room to discover that you aren't in there. the living room was his second best guess, and upon entering, he immediately locked eyes with your figure sitting on the couch. he noticed that you had cleaned up your appearance a bit. most notably, you had switched your comforter out for a gray oversized t-shirt and black shorts.
when you see ashton walk in, you move over on the couch, motioning for him to sit. he follows suit, and immediately, you notice how visibly tense he was. this wasn't like all of the other times you two had sat on this very couch together. normally, there was little distance between you, and the atmosphere was comfortable and serene. now, you’re positive that you could cut the tension with a knife if you really wanted to.
you decide to take initiative, and clear your throat. “so… what was that about?” you ask hesitantly.
he sighs and shakes his head, visibly beside himself. “i don’t even know.”
you examine his features – how his brows were furrowed, and how he anxiously fidgeted with his hands.
“i’m not gonna take that as an answer, ashton,” you say softly as you reach out to place a comforting hand on his thigh.
he flinches away from your touch and shoots up from the couch, putting an impossible distance between you two. in that moment, you could practically see all of his walls going up, shutting you out completely.
“don't touch me!” he demands, a bit too loud for your liking.
“jesus, ash! what the hell has gotten into you tonight?!” you question, your voice matching his.
“you really wanna know what’s gotten into me? i guess tonight was the night i realized how much of a slut my roommate is! tell me y/n, how many guys have you brought home in the last two months? i mean, it’s gotta be pushing ten at this point,” he spat, barely noticing how your body physically recoiled at his use of the word ‘slut.’
suddenly, his demeanor changed into something less angry, and more desperate. “do you- do you know what that fucking does to me? seeing you with all of those men, knowing that they aren't even remotely deserving of your time? it eats me up inside, y/n, knowing that none of them could love you the way i could.” he takes a shaky breath before continuing, “and what kills me is that you’ll never give me the chance to prove that to you.”
you sit on the couch frozen in shock, as ashton hangs his head low, counting how many stitches are in the carpet below his feet as an excuse to avoid looking you in the eyes.
after taking a couple of seconds to soak in his confession, you stand up and take a couple of steps to close the gap between you two, lifting his chin to look at you. immediately, you noticed the tears in his eyes that threatened to fall, making your heart ache. this was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him, his big sad eyes resembling that of a beaten puppy.
you quickly move your hands to cup his cheeks, rubbing your thumb against his three day old stubble. “ashton, the only reason i started bringing guys home in the first place was to help me get over you,” you confess.
his eyes widen in disbelief, his jaw agape yet no words seem to come out. you take his silence as a sign to continue.
“i’ve liked you for a while now, and when i realized this, my first instinct was to push it down and pray that it would go away. i soon realized that my feelings for you weren't going anywhere, so i figured the most effective way to get over you was to get under someone else.”
ashton swallows, before finally speaking up. “w-why didn’t you say something?”
“i didn’t think you felt the same,” you admitted shyly.
for a few minutes, neither of you dare to move, afraid that the other might break. you can feel your cheeks heating up under ashton’s intense stare, and take note of how his gaze begins to drift down to your lips.
before you knew it, his lips were on yours, giving you little time to react. as soon as your brain registers what's happening, you kiss him back hungrily, your hands flying to his hair. his hands roam your body, pulling you in as though you could slip away at any second.
once falling into the rhythm of it, he begins to run his tongue against your bottom lip, begging for entrance. you quickly oblige, opening your mouth a bit wider to grant him full access. he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth like a man starved. you subconsciously pull on his hair lightly, as he lets out a raw moan into your open mouth. you take this opportunity to fight his tongue for dominance, wanting to memorize every part of him just incase this is the last time you’ll get the chance to.
eventually, you both come up for air, chests heaving as you desperately try to catch your breath. he leans his forehead against yours, his hand coming up to rest on the back of your neck.
“i need you,” he says weakly, lazily kissing down your neck, stopping to suck on your pulse point. a moan escapes your lips as he gently nips at the sensitive spot, only encouraging him to continue his assault on your skin.
once he felt satisfied in his work, his mouth drifted down to your shoulder, leaving light kisses in its wake. when he reached the collar of your shirt, his large hands reached under the fabric and gently tugged on it, asking for permission to take it off. you don't hesitate to lift your arms above your head, allowing him to pull it off with ease. after dropping your shirt onto the floor beside him, his eyes nearly pop out of his skull at the sight of your black lace bra that held your tits up perfectly. with your nipples visibly protruding through the fabric, he could hardly restrain himself from diving into your chest head first, leaving angry purple marks across your cleavage.
between quiet moans, you manage to mutter the word, “bedroom.” ashton swiftly lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his torso and his hands resting on your ass to support your weight. while he navigates his way through the house, he somehow manages not to break contact with your chest.
laying you down on the bed, his left hand begins to palm your tit through the fabric as his other hand makes its way to the hook of your bra, skillfully unclasping it before tossing it somewhere in the room, your perky breasts now on full display. then, his hands venture down to the pretty bow you had tied to keep your shorts in place, having never suspected that ashton would be the one taking them off later. looking up at you, his experienced fingers effortlessly undo the drawstrings upon receiving your approval. once he gets your shorts off, he throws them to the side and pulls away momentarily to take in the sight before him.
as he salivates over how your matching thong leaves little to the imagination, you suddenly come to a troubling realization.
“ashton, how come you’re still fully clothed?”
snapping him out of his trance, he looks down at himself before smirking.
“someone’s impatient,” he teases as he rushes to rid himself of his rolling stones tank top and plaid pajama pants.
you snort and roll your eyes, sitting up to get a better view of his almost naked body. of course you had seen ashton without his shirt on before, but in this context, the effect his toned abs had on you was unlike anything you had experienced in your life. you were so transfixed on his muscles that you failed to even register the raging hard on bulging out of his boxers until he was actively approaching the edge of the bed. once your eyes had landed on it, it was impossible to look away. ashton flashed you a cocky grin, the way you were so captivated by his boner only making him ten times harder, considering how he hadn't even taken it out yet.
you hadn't even realized that your mouth was open until ashton took two of his fingers and gingerly inserted them between your parted lips, careful not to make you gag. you meet his gaze through heavy lids as you begin to suck on his large fingers, your eyes glossed over with lust.
eventually, the heartbeat between your thighs became too much, as you pressed them together and whined against his fingers. noticing this, he removed his fingers and leaned over so that you were face to face.
“what’s the matter, baby?” he asks, the hand that wasn’t previously in your mouth coming up to brush your hair out of your face.
“i need to feel you inside of me,” you plead, fighting the urge to touch yourself in front of him.
a dark grin takes over his mouth, as he reaches down to play with the waist band of your thong.
“well then, i guess i have no other choice than to give you what you want,” he replies, voice coated in arousal.
without warning, he begins to slowly pull off your underwear, revealing your dripping cunt. “fuck, baby. is this all for me?”
you nod, a slight blush covering the apples of your cheeks. “all for you, ash.”
after discarding the underwear, he quickly removes his own, his thick cock fully exposed. your jaw dropped, and the pulsating of your clit only intensified. he then crawled onto the bed so that his body was resting between your thighs, your faces inches apart. holding his hand out in front of your mouth, you spit into it, as he begins to coat his length with your saliva.
running his dick up and down your folds, he checks on you in case you want to stop, but is met with you biting your lip in an attempt to muffle the unholy noises threatening to leave your mouth. catching onto what he was asking for, you look him in the eyes and muster out in between moans, “please fuck me, ashton.”
once getting the green light, he lines himself up with your entrance before slowly inserting himself, his width stretching you out perfectly. you whimper and grab onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. a loud moan escapes his lips in response, having to take a second to gather himself so as to not cum right then and there.
when he’s finally bottomed out, you relish in the feeling of being completely filled up with his cock.
“are you ready?” he asks, voice so quiet that it was almost a whisper.
you nod and give him an encouraging smile, as he begins to slowly pull out before thrusting back into you. you gasp as he hits your g-spot perfectly, nails scratching down his back. he groans at the contact before thrusting back into you again. “fuck ash, don’t stop!” you call out.
as he continues to pound into you, you begin to feel a knot forming in your lower abdomen. after a couple more thrusts, you finally announce, “ash, i’m close!”
he grunts in response, reaching down between the two of you to rub your swollen clit.
“c’mon, baby. cum for me,” he pants.
a few more rough thrusts, coupled with the pressure being applied to your clit, had you feeling a wave of pleasure rush over you. you can't even begin to process any of the words leaving your mouth, as you’re too lost in the intensity of your orgasm to focus on the world around you.
ashton’s release follows soon after, causing him to moan into your shoulder as he works through his climax.
once coming down from your high, you're able to register the heavy weight resting on your chest as you reach one hand up to run a hand through his sweaty hair, using the other to draw soothing circles on his back.
ashton’s breathing slowly evens out, and once he’s able to breathe normally again, he leaves a trail of kisses in the dip of your collarbone before getting up to grab a wet cloth from the bathroom.
when he returns, he immediately takes the warm rag and carefully swipes it between your sensitive folds, making sure that there were no bodily fluids left behind.
after throwing the rag into the hamper, he lays down next to you, completely disregarding the concept of personal space. you nestle yourself into his chest, wrapping a sore arm around his torso as he traces shapes on your lower hip. as your eyelids grow heavier, you feel him lean down and place a kiss on the top of your head, murmuring quick “goodnight” before succumbing to sleep.
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pairing: bf!michael x reader
words: 1,310
a/n: hey guys so like.. this is most literally my first one shot or writing of like any sort of fanfic… ever. (if you dont count the headcannons), so im really nervy and embarrassed to post it lowk.. i hope you like it tho. pls be nice..
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work was always boring, so boring. every day was the same. wake up, go to work, go home, work some more, and finally go to sleep.
the only reward of working a long and hard day at your treacherous job was being able to go to your comfort of a home and being warmly welcomed by your sweet boyfriend michael. it’s the only part of your day that you look forward too, the tension in your shoulders you didn’t even realize was there immediately loosening when you get to see his face.
you and michael have been together for quite a while now, and you swear you just fall more and more in love every single day, and as cliche as it sounded, it’s true.
michael was the kind of boy where you could just always tell how he worships you. its all in the eyes, its always the eyes. the way they soften the second you get home or when he spots you in a sea of people, and glimmer when he looks up at you fondly from the couch when he’s playing video games.
the kind of boy that knows how to treat you right, and not even realize it. being a gentleman was a second nature to michael, always paying when you beg him not to, constantly drowning you in compliments. his first priority has always been making sure his girl felt safe and loved. never once have you doubted your relationship or his love for you.
but, unfortunately, to get to those sweet domestic moments, you have to get through the long days of work first.
being stuck in the same building for hours at a time drives you absolutely wild, and after the day youve had, shitty customers, prank phone calls, and creepy coworkers, you could use a break.
the second the clock strikes 11:00, you take your lunch break. not being able to bare being in a building that reeked of scratch paper and old sandalwood candles any longer, you decide to treat yourself.
you head to your car and immediately let your head fall onto the carseat headrest, shutting your eyes and letting out a deep sigh.
all you want right now is a break, luckily your paycheck came in the other day, so of course, going shopping is the best decision you could make right now. it’s been far too long since you’ve had time to care for yourself.
when you get to the shops, you know your break time is limited. you stop at some stores, look at clothes, decor, but nothing peaks your interest.
except for the sweet aroma of perfume you smell from a little corner store down the street. youve been needing to get a new perfume for a while, your current one getting real old real quick.
the perfume is sweet, warm, comforting and familiar in a way with a hint of vanilla. you smile to yourself, michaels going to love this. applying it to your neck and arms when you get back to the car.
after heading back to work, the hours pass like months. until its finally closing time, and you get to head back home. you roll your shoulders as you sigh and head out to your car, driving home in silence, other than the low hum of the vehicle on the road.
when you get home, you crack open the front door and hang up your purse and jacket, the sounds of michael playing his game intensely in the living room filling your eardrums, the sound being familiar and safe, and the thought making you smile.
calling out from the kitchen, you make your way to the living room,
“mikey? i’m home!”
when you get to the living room, michael lets out a stream of groans and curses as big red letters highlight the screen, “GAME OVER”, as he’s leaning back against the couch.
he sets his controller down and runs a hand through his messy red hair, turning his head to look up at you, smiling soft. all the anger from two seconds melting in a second.
“hey, sweetheart… how was work?”
he speaks low and smooth, like honey, as he stands and makes his way to you slowly, smiling down at you as his hand slowly snake around your waist.
that’s one thing you loved about michael, he always asked and always cared about how your day was, interested, acting engaged despite him having a far more interesting life, being a rockstar and all.
but today, he seemed a little distracted.
“it was long, boring as always, not much to update there-“
as you go on about your very mediocre day, michael nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deep as his arms tighten around your waist.
he interrupts you softly, murmuring into your neck, “mmph.. baby, i hate to interrupt you, you know i do, but god.. what are you wearing right now?”
you giggle in confusion as he nuzzles deeper, almost like he forgets hes nearly two times your size, as youre trying to hold yourself up.
“my.. clothes? what are you doing, baby?” you say as you put your arms around him to keep yourself steady as he hugs you tighter, inhaling deep into your neck.
he can practically hear the grin and giggles in your voice as you speak.
“don’t play coy with me now, darling.. is this a new perfume?”
oh, right, the perfume. you nearly forgot you were wearing it, now you understand where his needy reaction has stemmed from.
“oh, yea.. i just got it today. you like it hmm?”
michael practically groans at your voice, backing you up until your knees give out under you as they hit the soft cushion, making you both collapse onto the couch, you laughing, michael hovering over you, face still buried in your neck, starting to pepper it up and down with kisses. you can feel the soft smile as he murmurs his words.
“i think you know the answer to that, baby. god i love you..”
you chuckle and tangle your fingers into his messy blonde hair, and tilting your head to give him easier access to your neck, causing him to let out a needy whine as he leans into your touch while also moving the kisses up to your jaw.
michael has the effect of constantly keeping you smiling and laughing. you chuckle as you speak your words all sultry, “all of this over some perfume huh..?”
michael finally lifts his head, his lips pink and glossed from his own kisses, looking down out you with large pupils, filled with nothing less than pure and utter love.
“no, baby. all of this because- because, god just look at you. how did i get so damn lucky?”
he leans his head back down, finally meeting your eager lips in a soft and deep kiss. you cup his cheeks as your eyes flutter shut and you kiss him back, causing him to let out a whine into your mouth, before pulling back slowly, eyelids batting back open.
you stay cupping his cheeks as you look up at him through your lashes, “yea.. it’s definitely the perfume.”
michael chuckles softly as he shakes his head and pushes your hair back, running his hand through your hair. his hands are calloused and fingertips rough from playing his guitar, but he’s so gentle with you, its like his hands are made of silk.
“mm maybe a little.. but can’t i also just love my girlfriend, without needing a reason why?”
you tilt your head slightly, smiling softly aswell, pretending to think. your lips now also glossed from the kiss, running your hands on his chest, teasing him lightly.
“i guess i can accept that.”
michael smirks and leans down slightly, barely inches apart.
“that’s my girl.”
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@roxierebellion
THIS IS ADORABLE EVERYONE GO HYPE UP
Vanilla Twilight
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pairing: bf!michael x reader
words: 1,310
a/n: hey guys so like.. this is most literally my first one shot or writing of like any sort of fanfic… ever. (if you dont count the headcannons), so im really nervy and embarrassed to post it lowk.. i hope you like it tho. pls be nice..
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work was always boring, so boring. every day was the same. wake up, go to work, go home, work some more, and finally go to sleep.
the only reward of working a long and hard day at your treacherous job was being able to go to your comfort of a home and being warmly welcomed by your sweet boyfriend michael. it’s the only part of your day that you look forward too, the tension in your shoulders you didn’t even realize was there immediately loosening when you get to see his face.
you and michael have been together for quite a while now, and you swear you just fall more and more in love every single day, and as cliche as it sounded, it’s true.
michael was the kind of boy where you could just always tell how he worships you. its all in the eyes, its always the eyes. the way they soften the second you get home or when he spots you in a sea of people, and glimmer when he looks up at you fondly from the couch when he’s playing video games.
the kind of boy that knows how to treat you right, and not even realize it. being a gentleman was a second nature to michael, always paying when you beg him not to, constantly drowning you in compliments. his first priority has always been making sure his girl felt safe and loved. never once have you doubted your relationship or his love for you.
but, unfortunately, to get to those sweet domestic moments, you have to get through the long days of work first.
being stuck in the same building for hours at a time drives you absolutely wild, and after the day youve had, shitty customers, prank phone calls, and creepy coworkers, you could use a break.
the second the clock strikes 11:00, you take your lunch break. not being able to bare being in a building that reeked of scratch paper and old sandalwood candles any longer, you decide to treat yourself.
you head to your car and immediately let your head fall onto the carseat headrest, shutting your eyes and letting out a deep sigh.
all you want right now is a break, luckily your paycheck came in the other day, so of course, going shopping is the best decision you could make right now. it’s been far too long since you’ve had time to care for yourself.
when you get to the shops, you know your break time is limited. you stop at some stores, look at clothes, decor, but nothing peaks your interest.
except for the sweet aroma of perfume you smell from a little corner store down the street. youve been needing to get a new perfume for a while, your current one getting real old real quick.
the perfume is sweet, warm, comforting and familiar in a way with a hint of vanilla. you smile to yourself, michaels going to love this. applying it to your neck and arms when you get back to the car.
after heading back to work, the hours pass like months. until its finally closing time, and you get to head back home. you roll your shoulders as you sigh and head out to your car, driving home in silence, other than the low hum of the vehicle on the road.
when you get home, you crack open the front door and hang up your purse and jacket, the sounds of michael playing his game intensely in the living room filling your eardrums, the sound being familiar and safe, and the thought making you smile.
calling out from the kitchen, you make your way to the living room,
“mikey? i’m home!”
when you get to the living room, michael lets out a stream of groans and curses as big red letters highlight the screen, “GAME OVER”, as he’s leaning back against the couch.
he sets his controller down and runs a hand through his messy red hair, turning his head to look up at you, smiling soft. all the anger from two seconds melting in a second.
“hey, sweetheart… how was work?”
he speaks low and smooth, like honey, as he stands and makes his way to you slowly, smiling down at you as his hand slowly snake around your waist.
that’s one thing you loved about michael, he always asked and always cared about how your day was, interested, acting engaged despite him having a far more interesting life, being a rockstar and all.
but today, he seemed a little distracted.
“it was long, boring as always, not much to update there-“
as you go on about your very mediocre day, michael nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deep as his arms tighten around your waist.
he interrupts you softly, murmuring into your neck, “mmph.. baby, i hate to interrupt you, you know i do, but god.. what are you wearing right now?”
you giggle in confusion as he nuzzles deeper, almost like he forgets hes nearly two times your size, as youre trying to hold yourself up.
“my.. clothes? what are you doing, baby?” you say as you put your arms around him to keep yourself steady as he hugs you tighter, inhaling deep into your neck.
he can practically hear the grin and giggles in your voice as you speak.
“don’t play coy with me now, darling.. is this a new perfume?”
oh, right, the perfume. you nearly forgot you were wearing it, now you understand where his needy reaction has stemmed from.
“oh, yea.. i just got it today. you like it hmm?”
michael practically groans at your voice, backing you up until your knees give out under you as they hit the soft cushion, making you both collapse onto the couch, you laughing, michael hovering over you, face still buried in your neck, starting to pepper it up and down with kisses. you can feel the soft smile as he murmurs his words.
“i think you know the answer to that, baby. god i love you..”
you chuckle and tangle your fingers into his messy blonde hair, and tilting your head to give him easier access to your neck, causing him to let out a needy whine as he leans into your touch while also moving the kisses up to your jaw.
michael has the effect of constantly keeping you smiling and laughing. you chuckle as you speak your words all sultry, “all of this over some perfume huh..?”
michael finally lifts his head, his lips pink and glossed from his own kisses, looking down out you with large pupils, filled with nothing less than pure and utter love.
“no, baby. all of this because- because, god just look at you. how did i get so damn lucky?”
he leans his head back down, finally meeting your eager lips in a soft and deep kiss. you cup his cheeks as your eyes flutter shut and you kiss him back, causing him to let out a whine into your mouth, before pulling back slowly, eyelids batting back open.
you stay cupping his cheeks as you look up at him through your lashes, “yea.. it’s definitely the perfume.”
michael chuckles softly as he shakes his head and pushes your hair back, running his hand through your hair. his hands are calloused and fingertips rough from playing his guitar, but he’s so gentle with you, its like his hands are made of silk.
“mm maybe a little.. but can’t i also just love my girlfriend, without needing a reason why?”
you tilt your head slightly, smiling softly aswell, pretending to think. your lips now also glossed from the kiss, running your hands on his chest, teasing him lightly.
“i guess i can accept that.”
michael smirks and leans down slightly, barely inches apart.
“that’s my girl.”
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@roxierebellion
Hi babe I love your stuff! I was wondering if you could do a moodboard of Michael Clifford with maybe an artsy, nerdy reader? Pleasee 🥺
pov: taking your boyfriend michael on a pottery/dinner date 🎨💐
“could this be move at first sight? or should I walk by again?”
a/n: this was lowkey a little difficult to execute but i hope this is good and what you wanted and was asking for!
@roxierebellion
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