#soft!michael

[random-fandom-words]

Imagine your first fictional crush fighting your current fictional crush

(Idea taken from tiktok)

First fictional crush:

Current fictional crush:

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michael on crystal's instagram story - june 19, 2021

[cal-puddies]

butterflies, the beautiful kind || michael clifford

michael joins the in the morning series... links to the others will be at the end.

also, this is for @irwinkitten she specifically requested michael, and it was her birthday. I had to deliver. Happy birthday beautiful.

@kindahoping4forever stuck by me while we figured out how to make this soft and new.

The sun was not even up itself when you hear a faint know on your front door. You look at the clock and try to ignore it, but it happens again. 

You climb out of bed and try to quickly assess if you are appropriately dressed for anything on the other side and decide to grab Michael’s, your boyfriend, hoodie on your way out of your bedroom. 

You check the peephole and see a familiar SnapBack so you pull open the door. “It’s not even six.” You blink, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I know.” He hums. “I didn’t realize how early it was until I was almost here, so I stopped at that coffee shop you like.” He held up the bag and the drink carrier with two coffees, “I just… I couldn’t sleep. I spent all night thinking about how you just looked at me so longingly when I kissed you goodnight last night. I needed to see you.” 

You bite your lip, and then move to the side, letting him in. He kicks off his shoes and follows you back to the bedroom. You climb back in bed and hold your hand out he hands over the food and coffee before trying to climb on after you. You put your hand up, “I know you aren’t trying to get in my bed in your street clothes.” 

He stops and looks down, he shrugs, “I didn’t bring any pjs or anything.” He pouts. 

“You have underwear? And they aren’t tighty whities?” You check. He nods. You set the coffee carrier down and pull off the hoodie. “Here you go.” 

He thinks twice about stripping down right in front of you, excusing himself to the bathroom. When he comes back he sees you eating the breakfast sandwich he brought and he chuckles. “I like that you can be so easy to please.” 

“Really can't be wrong with food.” You chuckle, pulling the blanket back next to you and patting the bed. 

He climbs in the bed next to you and grabs his sandwich, settling in to eat it. No words are exchanged, you aren’t much of a morning person and he’s figuring that out. 

But it was endearing that he couldn’t stop thinking about you after your date, everything was newer with him. You’d never even slept in the same bed. On a couch for a couple hours, but not in the same bed. But you knew you liked kissing him, and he was looking at you a little shyly at the moment. 

You finish your sandwich and put the trash on the floor, your coffee on the bedside table. “Thank you for breakfast.” You say, kissing his cheek and laying down. Michael quickly finishes so he can lay down too. “What are you up to today?” He asks. 

“You drove all the way over here at 5:30 in the morning to ask me what I was doing today?” You laugh, running your fingers through your hair. 

“I honestly didn’t think it through. I was on my way here before I even realized I was coming here.” He smirks, leaning in to kiss you. 

“I don’t have plans today. Sunday is kinda my day to just relax.” You shrug. 

“Sorry I barged in then.” He chuckles. 

“Mmm.” You shrug, grinning at him, “kinda nice you're here. It’s too early for me to worry about what I look like, so you’re exposed to it now and I’m not self conscious about it.” 

“You’re gorgeous.” He whispers. 

“You’ve dated models… so I bet you're being nice.” You laugh. 

“Sure… I’ve dated models, but none of them have been a thing like you. So, I can say you are still gorgeous even with them in the mix.” He assures, resting his hand on yours. 

“Why are you so far?” You whine, reaching for him.

He chuckles and moves closer, “just, trying to make sure I’m not crossing any lines… already woke you up far too early.”

“Which means you should be closer to me. You woke me up too early because you wanted to see me, how can you even see me over these pillows and all this blanket.” You laugh, pushing them with your hand. 

“Ok, ok… C’mere.” He smiles, pulling you closer so you are sharing a pillow, “you’re right, better view of you.” He grins. 

You both giggle, and then he gently leans in and pecks your lips, and pulls back to judge how you felt about it. You shake your head with a small grin on your lips, “stop pulling away from me.” You chuckle, pulling him back in. “Kiss me or get out of my bed.” You whisper, smiling at him. 

He leans in and starts kissing you, slowly turning it into a make out session, he lets his hands look for skin at your waist, and you pull out of the kiss to laugh but also yawn. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and then go back in for another kiss, interrupted by another yawn. 

He pulls back a little, “I didn’t think I was that bad of a kisser.” He smirks. 

“Hmm? Oh mm mm.” You shake your head, “I’m tired because it’s,” you pause to check the clock, “6:30, and you brought me delicious breakfast food and now… food coma.” You explain. 

“You’re right, you’re right. I’ll go.” 

He moves to leave and you grab onto him. “No one asked you to leave. Stay here, just nap with me. I’ll still be here when you wake up.” You point out. 

“Fair enough.” He stops and turns back toward, but stays shifted away. You let it be, and watch as he closes his eyes to fall asleep. “I can feel you watching me.” He murmurs. 

“I’m not!” You laugh, “it’s actually payback for you watching me sleep through that movie the other night.” You laugh. 

He grins and opens his eyes, and pulls you close and kisses you quick before retreating to the other side of the pillow and trying to go back to sleep. You fall asleep easily, and being you, you’re attracted to the heat of his body, and when you both wake up, you’re pressed against him. 

He tries to pull away a little, but he’s at the edge of the bed. You sense that and scoot over, and hold onto him, “stay close.” You whisper. You turn over, and press your back to his chest, and drape his arm over your waist, you snuggle back in, but he leans in and kisses your cheek. You turn your head, eyes closed, and tiredly look for his lips. He presses his to yours. 

You’re more eager now, even in your sleepy state and he can tell. He’s a little surprised when you push his hand between your thighs, but he’s happy to oblige and applies pressure between your thighs over your shorts. He wanted to explore your entire body, and it seemed you just might let him. He rubs a few more times and pulls his hand away, you whimper out a little “please” against his lips before you know what’s coming out of your mouth. 

He grabs your hip and turns you over, your front facing his now, “please what?” He asks, searching your eyes. 

“Just… please.” You sigh. 

He nods, gently presses his lips to yours and pulls at the hem of your shirt. “This ok?” He checks, making sure he got the right message. You nod and then he’s sitting you up to pull your top off, he takes you in for a moment grinning, he cups your breasts in his hands and gently teases your nipples with his thumbs. He watches you closely as he leans in to mouth one and then the other. He senses you get a little self conscious and he pulls the hoodie off himself and pulls you to him, kissing you briefly before pulling you back to laying down. He kisses you a little longer and then pulls your hip, turning your back to his chest again. He pulls you flush against him and then he wraps one arm around your chest and the other lays over your waist, he kisses on your neck and your lips when you look back. He starts to gently massage your breasts as his other hand snakes past the waistband of your shorts and panties. 

His fingers push over your folds, gently getting to know the area before splitting your lips and sliding two fingers against your clit, he likes the immediate moan, and the sharp little intake of breath. How wet you feel from him being there and touching you. The kisses are slightly dry when he fits your lips together, not adding any tongue in case it gets in the way of you making little noises for him. Your lips stick together until he gently pulls away and kisses your cheek next to your nose. He leaves his mouth there for the time being, and you push your hand down your shorts, on top of his, trying to will him to go lower, push his fingers in. He gets the message, covering your lips with his, he pushes one finger in and you moan quietly. 

You press your lips to his and it’s needy, he likes it. You only pull away to let out a moan, and he pulls his finger out and goes back to rubbing your clit. “Want you.” You moan, and he nods. 

“I can tell…” he smirks, “do you have condoms? I didn’t bring any.” 

“Top right drawer in the dresser.” You point. He jumps up and grabs one, you can tell he is hard now, he’s walking awkwardly and the front of his boxers are tented. You couldn’t fully feel it, the way he’d cradled you to his body. You resituate on your back and he comes back and kneels between your thighs, he set the condom next to you and leans forward to kiss you. He kisses down, over each of your breasts, and then over your stomach, he pulls the shorts off with your panties and spreads your thighs, gently taking a couple licks, you inhale sharply and pull on his hair. His tongue teases over your clit a few more times and he pulls away. He loses his underwear and you sit up with the condom in hand and roll it on for him. 

“I like a woman who’s not afraid to say what she wants.” He grins. 

“Won’t have to worry about that with me.” You smile back and lean in to kiss him. You lay back and pull him with you. He pulls away from your lips just long enough to line up and push in. There’s a gasp from you, and a groan from him, and his head falls to your shoulder. His teeth gently nip at the skin. 

He starts a slow rhythm and you hook one leg around his back. He runs one hand down your side and you giggle. “Oh you’re ticklish.” He murmurs. 

“It’s ok.” You grin, “can you umm..maybe a little deeper?” You ask. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He nods, pushing back up on his knees, he grabs one of your legs and presses it against his chest, “this ok for you?” You nod; “better?” 

“Much, thank you.” You grin. He gets you moaning and you miss him pressed to you, so you reach for him, “wanna kiss you.” You whimper. 

“I wasn’t deep enough.” He smirks. 

“Push my thigh up, it’ll be fine.” You pout. 

“No pouting during sex.” Michael soothes, pushing your thigh up, and pressing his chest back to yours. He kisses you. 

“I like this better.” You whisper, wrapping one arm around his neck. You go to dig your nails into the skin on his back and you realize you don’t know if he’ll like it, so you start to, and then see if you can judge. 

“Yeah yeah yeah,” he nods, “do it, marks are a good thing.” He groans, “you can pull my hair.” He nods, licking his lips. 

You lean up to kiss him and he bites your lip lightly and you moan. You feel him grin into the next kiss. “Faster.” You murmur, “please Michael.” 

His hips pick up the pace slightly, and he presses his lips to yours again, “I’m close.” He admits, mid kiss. 

“Mmm Kay.” You murmur, even though you aren’t. He’s getting closer by the second, and you can tell by the way he’s panting, his kisses are getting needier, and you really focus on letting him finish. 

He briefly collapses on you, after moaning out your name and sucking a hickey to your neck. He gets up to go to the bathroom and discard the condom, and you start rubbing your clit to help yourself finish. 

He comes back in and picks up the blanket to get back in next to you and he sees what you’re doing. “I definitely would’ve offered.” He says. 

Your eyes pop open and you reach for him with your other hand, “totally ok, used to this way, C’mere.” You pull him back into the bed. He lays next to you but seems hesitant to touch or kiss you, when you seem so content on your own, he notices your lips spread as tiny moans escape, and you bite your lip. You look over at him, “don’t get in your head about this, totally normal for me to not cum with a new person.” You explain, slightly out of breath. “You were good, I promise… I had fun. But if you don’t at least kiss me, like now… we aren’t doing this again.” You jokingly threaten and he springs into action. His lips crash into yours and his hands explore your body, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples, lightly tapping your thighs. He happily kisses on your neck as you pull your mouth away from him.

He watches your free hand grab for the pillow, you’re definitely close now and he can tell. The whimpers, your body arching and reacting to his touch. “Feel good?” He nibbles your ear. 

“Yeah, yes… and I’m gonna feel so much better…” you grab his hand and push it back down, “two fingers in, please.” You seem almost manic, but he obliges, you push your hips down on them, “curl em.” You demand and he feels your body quiver. “Holyyyy fuck…. yeah, keep doing that.” You moan going back to rub your clit. You turn your face into him for a kiss and you begin whining, “please Michael, please, please.” 

He watches your body writhe, he presses his lips to your shoulder as he keeps his fingers buried in you, your hips reacting wildly to all of the stimulation. He feels you clench around his fingers, your body tenses up and then relaxes and you push his hand away, turning into him. “Looked like it felt good.” He whispers, draping his arm across you. 

“Phenomenal.” You whisper, lightly kissing him, “thank you.” You press your lips a little harder to his, “glad you came over.” 

“Me too.” He says quietly, “even if it was too early.”!he grins and kisses your forehead, wrapping you up to pull into him.

Others in the In The Morning Series:

mine || calum

can we always be this close || ashton

an indentation in the shape of you || calum

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masterlist || ashton || calum || luke || michael

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[syven-siren]

This place creeped you out. It was rather surprising since you had seen enough to know there were very weird things occupying the world. The living space of Hawthorne was illuminated only by the light of strategically placed candles and fireplaces; only adding to the unnerving atmosphere.

Walking quickly down another winding corridor, you can feel eyes on you. Knowing that if you turn around there will be nothing but air, you continue on your way to your room. Your breathing quickens as you feel the presence move closer. Just one more turn and you’ll find yourself in front of your door. 

You feel like prey running from a bloodthirsty predator. As you reach for the handle of your door, you feel the faint touch against your neck. 

“Boo!”

Screaming, you turn only took catch a glimpse of blonde hair turning the corner. Laughter echoes through the hall. 

‘It was him! That little brat. Two can play at that game.’ 

Transmuting to the common area, knowing he was likely to run there, you wait for him. As expected, he rounds the corner looking behind him to see if you’re giving chase.

“Gotcha!” You cheer as he stumbles back in surprise. 

“Catch me if you can,” you encourage him before you disappear suddenly.

This back and forth between the two of you may be childish to most but it was a great escape from the responsibilities of your lives. 

Overcoming the realization that you won that round, Michael smiles as he vanishes into the air. Today would be a fun day. 

[uinen-ulmiel]

Michael Langdon *walking towards you*: I can’t believe you’re making me do this.

Y/n: What are you talking abo-

Michael Langdon *sitting down beside you*: I’d rather not, but seeing as I must…

Y/n: I didn’t say anythi-

Michael Langdon *pulling you onto his lap*: I really don’t want to…

Y/n: What the hel-

Michael Langdon *nuzzling his face against your neck*: *muffled* What a shame.

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

I need a one shot where Michael and his female best friend go a bit too far with their wrestling and playing around and do it catching some serious feelings.

If Michael could have his way he would have had Y/N make that face at him every single day. The one he would never ever pull himself, where her face scrunched up and she stuck her tongue out at him. It mostly happened when she’d run out of retorts and could no longer match him, when he had outwitted her. It was adorable and Michael was certain he was one of the only people who could ever procure it. Or he could wind her up, that was another way to try and get Y/N to make that face, maybe stick her tongue out at him or even end up in one compromising position or another.

Okay so maybe he’d been trying that for a while. Play-fighting with her, teasing her by making her reach across him to grab the remote, smearing a dollop of ice-cream on Y/N’s cheek. Tonight’s tactic was tickling, having discovered Y/N’s weakness when his fingers dug into the spot just between her ribs. Y/N shrieked, her hands shoving as his chest to get away from him, but Michael wasn’t having any of that. He wrapped his arm around her, taking advantage of the curved sofa to push Y/N down and lightly restrain her. Her legs flailed as Michael ran his fingers up her sides, her eyes leaking tears of laughter. 

‘Michael please!’

‘Michael please’. He mimicked, ‘You don’t deserve any mercy you watched Breaking Bad without me.’ 

‘My Mom wanted to watch.’ She protested, ‘You have my sincerest apologies.’

‘Not enough my love.’ Michael said, adamant not to let her escape his clutches. Her legs finally gave up and he seized his opportunity, Michael swung a leg over Y/N and straddled her. Y/N’s hands grabbed his shoulders as Michael peered down at her, taking in how her breasts swelled as she tried to catch her breath. How her little vest rose up to reveal her stomach, Michael’s eyes roaming over her curves before he could help himself. ‘Fucking beautiful.’

‘Huh?’ 

Shit. 

His fingers went for her again, but Y/N was ready, catching his hands in her own. She peers up at him, ‘Michael, what did you just say?’ Her hands slide down from his shoulders, down his chest.

Michael’s breath came out in a stutter. ‘I said you’re beautiful.’ He can’t deny the obvious truth, ‘You never fail brighten my days.’

Y/N smiled, something shining in her eyes that Michael’s never seen before. What was it? Was it for him, and only him? It was new and he liked it. Michael wanted more of it. She reached up, bringing his head down to meet her lips. Y/N didn’t kiss him then, though it was enough to have already blown Michael’s mind. He could taste her breath against his lips as Y/N’s brushed them together, ‘You can tell me,’ She murmured. ‘You can tell me how you feel Michael, and then we can stop the flirting and the wrestling and just be.’

He kissed her, hard. How could he not? It was an open invitation and Y/N kissed him back just as hard, her tongue darting into his mouth. He’d never kissed anyone before, Michael moved on pure instinct and neediness. He broke away only because his lungs were gasping for air. Y/N’s fingers ran through his curls as she licks her lips. ‘You like me, Michael?’ She asked.

‘Yes.’

‘For how long?’

Should he be honest?

‘Ever since I saw you from the window.’ He admitted, ‘But I fell in love with you when you smiled at me.’ 

Tagging some of my soft!Michael babes: @alexcornerblog @confettucini @petersfern-fics @langdonsoceaneyes @sojournmichael @lovelykhaleesiii @lovely-langdon @wickedlangdon @the–queen-of-hell @katiekitty261 

[venusxxlangdon]

your Hotline Bling Michael sounds like an adorable softie and perfect guy, is there any chance you would make some fluff with reader using that version of him?

I’m literary writing this in the back of a cab, so it’s a bit rushed, but I wanted to reply to your ask with something cute, so here you gooo bby

Snuggling with hotline bling!Michael on the sofa while he tells you about his day? He goes into details and wants you to know about a new coffee shop he and Gallant checked out during lunch break, the feedback he received from his professor on a print he’d been working on for a long time, the upcoming events he wants to attend with you etc.

“I’m so proud of you,” you tell him when he announces that his favorite contemporary artist’s manager has answered his email and set up a meeting with him. You press your lips against his temple, lovingly brushing loose strands of his strawberry blond locks off his forehead.

He’s lying on top of you with his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist securely. His long eyelashes flatter, casting shadows across his prominent cheekbones when you kiss him, and a delicate rosy blush blooms on his cheeks like peonies.

Michael is dressed in nothing, but a pair of boxers and a white linen t-shirt that goes to his mid-thigh, and you can’t resist the temptation to touch him. The tips of your fingers slide up and down the soft flesh of his creamy thighs in lazy patterns.

“Thank you,” the sound of his voice is muffled as he nuzzles into your breasts. His hot breath scorches your hardening nipples through the thin fabric of your lacy top. “But I’m really nervous about tomorrow. Want if he doesn’t like me?”

He looks up at you, and you notice worry pooling up in his blue eyes.

“Darling, you are one of the most talented students at Hawthorne, and you have a brilliant future ahead of you,” you assure him, petting him and tracing feather light touches to the bridge of his nose. When you reach his lips, Michael’s breath hitches and he slightly parts them. He’s hypnotized by the alluring sound of your voice, and you can feel his cock hardening against your leg

P.S. the rest of fluff is for dessert aka part 2 and proper one shots ;)

[uhhanothermlangdonblog]

Imagine standing nude infront of a mirror looking over yourself. Out of the corner of your eye you spy Michael coming up behind.

“You are absolutely gorgeous.” He whispers before wrapping his warm arms around your waist and placing a soft kiss to the side of your neck.